Page 4 of Violet: A Monster-ly Undercover Christmas

Imakeamentallist of all the poses I want to photograph my guys in. Taking turns lounging on the couch. Flexing all those glorious, naked muscles for the world to see. Stroking their cocks.

Wetness pools between my thighs. I almost shift back on the spot. But like I told Nole, I’ve been practicing, so I’m getting better at not shifting while aroused.

When the guys and I first met, it took all the self-control I had just to be around them. And when the guys actively started seducing me, I was a goner. The first time Cash tried to kiss me, I shifted on the spot. And when my three mates and I tried to consummate our relationship, I shifted into a freaking cat. Then Liam’s gran. Definitely a mood killer.

That was a long time ago, though. And I’m aroused twenty-four-seven, living with my three hot mates, so I’ve built up a little shifter tolerance. Not enough tolerance that we can have full-on sex, obviously. I still need to wear the magic damper necklace—a relic my bestie Juniper, the dildo witch, gave me to keep me from shifting during sex. Not that I can wear it now… if I do, I’ll instantly shift back, and goodbye Violet undercover.

Deep breaths,I remind myself. I can manage a photoshoot. Especially if I look but don’t touch.

Liam finishes unbuttoning his shirt. The sight of his hard, muscular chest makes me drool. The guy’s a troll, which means he’s close to seven feet, and with a figure that would make a bodybuilding champion jealous.

Luckily, my other two mates aren’t human, so they look just as yummy shirtless. Cash, whose vampire half lets him heal from any injury within seconds, has a perfectly sculpted chest without so much as a mark or scar. And Nole looks wild and delicious, even if I’m not used to him sprouting hair. There’s so much of it I can barely see traces of his abs and biceps, but I know they’re there. And there’s something feral about my man covered in hair. Something wild and unkempt.

I picture him pouncing on me, pinning me on the carpeted floor, and ripping my clothes into shreds. The mere thought makes me shift on the spot, and just like that, I’m back in my own body. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“You like the hair, huh?” Nole breaks into a huge grin and stalks toward me. “I say we take a break and—”

“No.” I raise my hand to stop him. “We’re doing a photoshoot. Get back to your spot and drop those pants.”

A part of me wants him to ignore my command and take control. I’m this close to dropping my own pants—I’m back in my comfortable jeans, with a pair of silk panties underneath—but Nole lets me take charge, and rejoins my other two mates in front of the camera.

I shift back into the photographer, and this time, I vow to stay in control.

“You sure you can keep from shifting, Vi?” Nole teases.

I cross my arms in front of my chest. “Strip.”

This time, Nole isn’t the least bit self-conscious. He drops his pants and boxers in one fell swoop, and his hard cock stands at attention.

My eyes widen.

Every part of him is covered with hair except his cock, which makes him look every inch the beast. He strokes his hard length with his left hand, and I fight the urge to shift. But I swore to myself that I wouldn’t, and I plan to keep that promise.

Liam and Cash take a page out of Nole’s book and unbutton their pants, too. I lick my lips. I’m so lucky to have three hot mates who are all mine to enjoy.

“You sure you can handle all three of us naked, little furry?” Cash teases as he slips off his suit jacket and drapes it over the couch.

I swallow hard and nod as I watch Liam unzip his uniform pants.

Cash pops the top button on his dress shirt, drawing my attention back to him, while Nole continues to stroke his cock.

“When we’re done with this practice run,” Liam says as he slowly lowers his uniform pants, “we’re going to take you right here in front of the camera.”

Fuck.

“You shifted briefly.” Liam puffs out his chest. “You need to be more careful, gorgeous.”

“It’s not like there’ll be any hot naked guys there while I’m undercover. Not-so-hot naked men, sure, but it’s not like I’ll be turned on.”

Nole turns on Liam. “She’s not actually going to be taking photos of naked men, is she?”

My troll shakes his head. “I made sure there are no single men on the calendar for the evening. But there are a few couples.”

“Good,” Cash says.

Nole frowns but doesn’t say anything.

I shake my head. “Even if there were single men, I wouldn’t want them or find them attractive. Not when I have you three. You know you’re all I need.”

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