Page 12 of Violet: A Monster-ly Undercover Christmas

My second orgasm shudders through me, adding to the first. Wave after wave of pleasure and heat pulse through me; and then Liam and Cash come. Hot liquid floods my mouth and pussy.

The Christmas garlands have set me free as I swallow Liam’s release. I sag into the carpet, feeling completely and utterly satisfied.

I’m with the three men I love most in this world; they’re just as satisfied, and they love me, too. I smile up at the Christmas tree we all decorated together in silent thanks. Not just for the garlands, which I will never be able to look at the same way again, but because this is what I call the magic of Christmas.

Chapter 8

Nolepullsmeintohis arms, and it’s like being enveloped in the world’s coziest fuzzy blanket. His hair is soft, just like his bear’s fur is whenever he shifts. He nuzzles my neck, tickling the exact spot where Cash sank his fangs earlier, and tingles shoot up my spine.

“I love you,” he whispers into my neck.

I let out a happy sigh. “I love you, too.”

“Satisfied, gorgeous?” Liam asks as he settles on my other side.

“Very,” I reply with a slow smile.

My troll plants a lazy kiss on my lips. “I love you, Violet.”

“I love you too, Liam.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back.

“Does this hurt?” Cash asks as he settles at my feet.

I pull away from Liam to watch him gently run his fingers along the faint lines circling my ankles.

Behind him, our gorgeous Christmas tree stands tall and proud, shining in all its violet glory. We really outdid ourselves, contest or no contest. And it’s a reminder that I have so much in my life to be grateful for this Christmas. Three amazing mates, the house we all built together, a dream job in a small town I absolutely love, and a sister and friends who are always there for me. I really am so very lucky, and blissfully happy. I tear up a little, and my vision blurs.

Cash grimaces and runs a gentle finger down my ankle. “You should have said the garlands were too tight. I could have loosened them.”

Liam and Nole tense on either side of me, and I can tell they’re worried, too.

“You guys, I’m fine. These are happy tears.” I wipe at my eyes. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am to be with you.” They don’t seem convinced. I hold up my hands, showing them my slightly pink, but not even close to bruised, wrists. “The garlands weren’t too tight. I swear. It doesn’t even hurt. It’s like when you wear socks, and they leave marks where the elastic is.”

All three of my mates stare at me blankly. I guess vampire mages, trolls, and bear shifters don’t get sock marks.

I try to explain anyway. “Socks have elastics, and if you wear them for a while they leave marks. It used to be a lot more pronounced when I used to shift into Violet.” The guys know I mean my namesake and friend Violet, who’s in her eighties, and whose form I was in when we first met. “I guess eighty-year-old ankles are more prone to sock marks.”

Cash lifts my right foot and places it in his lap. “You’re sure these marks don’t hurt, my love?”

“Positive,” I tell him, then moan as he massages the soles of my feet. “I think this is hands-down the best Christmas ever.”

Nole nuzzles my neck again. “Just wait until you see the presents.”

My bear shifter loves shopping and buying gifts. We used to go shopping together a lot when he thought I was eighty years old and needed his help to carry my purchases home. And now that he knows I can easily handle my own bags, he still tags along on all my shopping trips and happily carries every single thing I buy. Definite mate perks.

Still, I can’t help but tease my occasionally grumpy mate. “Please tell me one of those gifts is more hair growth formula for my monster bear.”

I expect him to grumble about the hair prank and curse out his brothers, but he shoots me an ear-splitting grin instead. “That can be arranged.”

My heart flutters, and my belly does a somersault.

I turn to Cash. “Can a coupon for a special bite be arranged, too?”

His pupils instantly dilate as his gaze drops between my thighs.

Liam clears his throat. “Speaking of arrangements, I need to call the station.”

“Oh, is it time for us to go?” I feel a flicker of excitement, but honestly, after the amazing time I just had with my mates, I’d be just as happy to stay in bed. Or on the carpet beneath the Christmas tree, as the case may be.

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