Page 5 of Violet: A Monster-ly Undercover Christmas

“We better be,” Liam growls. He looks enraged, but the troll’s got Resting Rage Face. Now that I know him better, I can tell he isn’t actually angry. But he is aroused.

He drops his pants, freeing his huge cock. Not just huge by human standards, but by supernatural standards, too. It’s longer and thicker, with pointy ridges running along its length. And I know first-hand how good those ridges can make me feel.

My mouth waters, and Liam notices my reaction right away. “We could take a break from the practice run,” he suggests.

I shake my head. “Cash, you’re falling behind.”

My blood mage grins as he finishes unbuttoning his dress shirt. “Suits take time.”

“Yeah, they do.”

My heart rate picks up as I watch him drape the shirt over his suit jacket. He takes off his pants next, revealing tight boxer briefs that cup his enormous bulge. He folds the dress pants—not that I blame him, since he has a business to run, and he can’t show up at work looking all rumpled—and then finally,finally, drops his boxer briefs, freeing his impressive cock.

“Now this is what I call a photoshoot,” I tell my three hard, naked mates. Their enormous cocks stand at attention, and all three watch me like I’m the only woman in the world.

I may not have shifted back, but they still see me. The real me, beneath this getup. So even though I still look like the photographer on the outside, to them, no matter what form I take, I’m still Violet. The mating bond magic makes sure of it, though the guys still draw a line sometimes. For example, shifting into Liam’s gran. That’s definitely a hard limit.

Nole gives his cock one nice sure stroke and shoots me a wink. “Wouldn’t you like to shift back so I can lick your pussy?”

And just like that, I’m back. I can’t help myself. Just thinking about his hairy face between my thighs does something to me.

Nole gives me an ear-splitting grin. “Come here, Vi. Let me make you feel good.”

My heart thunders in my chest. I want to, so bad, but it’s not every day I get to boss my mates around like this. Okay, fine, it is every day that I get to boss my mates around like this… I just don’t take advantage of it often. And there’s just something about standing behind the camera—a powerful feeling of being in control—and I kind of like it.

I shake my head, take a few deep breaths, and shift back into the photographer. “We’re doing a practice run, remember?”

I reach for the camera, but all three of my mates instantly cover their cocks like they were caught in public with their pants down.

Chapter 4

“Youcannottakeactualphotos of us like this; only pretend to take photos,” Liam says. “I’d lose my job if those got out.”

Cash tenses next to him. “And with the new app launching, I can’t risk something like this getting out. I’m sorry, Violet.” He so rarely calls me by my name that I know he’s serious.

Nole shrugs. “I could always say the photos are of Neal or Nyle.” The benefit of being identical triplets. “I just don’t want anyone else seeing my cock.”

Which is a fair point. That cock is all mine. All three of their cocks are.

I purse my lips. “What if I delete the pictures?”

“Photos can still get leaked,” Cash says. He runs Screech, the leading social media platform for supernaturals, so he knows what he’s talking about.

“So no photos of your cum flying across the room, then?” I pout. “That’s too bad. I would have loved to frame the shot and hang it over our bed.”

Nole bursts out laughing. Cash’s eyes dance. Liam just shakes his head.

You’d think that with Cash being the oldest—two hundred and fifty-seven, to be exact—he’d be the one rolling his eyes at our childish antics, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned from him, and from my closest friend, Violet, who’s eighty-two, it’s that how old we feel and how old we truly are rarely lines up.

But back to the matter at hand. “How about Ipretendto take photos, and you three come for me? Well, why are you just standing there? Rub those cocks.”

Okay, I have no idea where all that came from. I’m definitely not the type who orders my men around in the bedroom, but I kind of like it. There’s something about being a photographer, even a fake one.

My cheeks flush as all three of my guys grip their cocks, and their heated looks land on me. As they stroke themselves for me, my mouth waters. I’m dying to touch them, and so wet I have to keep focused so I don’t shift back from the photographer.

My men are impossibly hard, and their cocks are huge, their tips glistening. I love having them fill me up, but I’m really enjoying watching my men use their huge hands to stroke their hard lengths.

Their muscles tense as they get closer to release. Every one of Cash’s muscles grows still as he hovers over the edge, his eyes on me. Nole lets out a growl as he stares at the couch that he ate me out on the night before. And as Liam places his palm against the wall that he banged my brains out against, his face contorts in what others might mistake as rage, but I know that means he’s close.

---