Page 7 of Violet: A Monster-ly Undercover Christmas

I feel an instinctual urge to flee and take a step back. Not because I’m truly scared of my men, or want to stop, but because some primal part of me is feeding on the thrill.

My men are so close now, crowding me, but there’s something delicious about the idea of making them work for it. About being chased.

I turn tail and run. I race out of the entertainment room, and since I’m still fully clothed, I dive for the slide. Footsteps echo behind me, but I must have caught my men off guard—or they hesitated because they’re all buck naked—because I have a nice lead.

My adrenaline spikes as I reach the bottom and land in front of our Christmas tree. One present is taller than me, and I briefly wonder what it might be, but I have more important things on my mind. Like running before my men make it down the stairs.

No way they’re planning to slide in the buff. Zero traction and serious butt burn.

Behind me, Nole lets out a whoop, and I realize I made a huge mistake. My mate is covered in hair. Sliding naked may be a no-no, but hair apparently reduces friction better than clothes.

I scramble to the side, and Nole lands on all fours in front of me. His eyes have taken on an animalistic glint that makes my heart race.

Two sets of footsteps pound down the stairs. Cash and Liam.

I run.

I get maybe two steps before large, hairy arms grab me around the waist and lift me off the ground. I let out a shriek, but I barely have a chance to struggle before Nole spins us around and sets me down facing my other men, who are both naked, their cocks engorged and standing at attention as they take the last few steps.

Nole captures my wrists with his hairy palms, and pins them behind my back. “I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers, his lips a hair’s breadth away from my ear—and all that hair tickles the side of my face.

A part of me is thrilled at being captured, but instinct kicks in. I throw my left hand up, pulling it and Nole’s hand—which is wrapped around my wrist—up over my head. Then I spin around under our joined hands so I’m facing him.

Nole’s eyes widen as I snap my right hand up, twisting his arms until he’s forced to let go. “Where the Goddess did you learn to do that?”

“Liam.” I grin.

My very naked troll cop nods. “We’ve been practicing every morning.”

Nole shrugs his large, hairy shoulders. “I just thought the two of you were having morning sex.”

Liam’s eyebrows shoot up. “In the gym?”

Cash shrugs, his muscles rippling. “We all have our kinks. And we all spend solo time with our Violet, so neither of us thought to ask.”

“Liam wanted to make sure I was ready before I went undercover,” I explain. “But this is the first time I’ve actually had the chance to use what I’ve learned.” I wiggle my fingers at the very naked, very hairy Nole, beckoning him forward. “Come and get me,” I taunt.

Nole’s pupils dilate. He grabs my shoulders, but I do what Liam taught me, and sag like a dead weight. Nole lets go in surprise, and I quickly spin away and get back on my feet.Take that!

Nole’s gaze fills with admiration, but he turns to Liam. “That was amazing. Can you teach me some moves?”

Cash clears his throat. “I wouldn’t mind learning some self-defense, too. I’ve got vampire speed, but it never hurts to be prepared.”

I sigh. So much for wild, passionate sex with my mates. I have three naked guys, and they’re more interested in talking self-defense than fucking me. Unless…

I spin around and sprint away. I just make it to the tree when Cash zooms past me at vampire speed. I skid to a stop, eyes wide, and stare up at him.

“Where do you think you’re going, little furry?” he demands. “We’re not done with you yet.”

“Aren’t you?”

He shakes his head. “Not even close. You still remember the safe word?”

I nod. “Library.”

“Good.” He hisses, grabs my shoulders, and sinks his fangs into my neck. There’s a brief sting, and then pleasure courses through me.

I moan. When furry hands grab my wrists again, I gasp. Nole. He pins my arms behind my back, but I’m so turned on I can’t think straight… let alone remember how to break free. As if I’d even want to.

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