My eyes fluttered open to find Ash standing a few feet away in human form, one eyebrow raised. Beside him, Cody’s enormous Kodiak bear grinned, his absurdly long tongue lolling out.
“I assume this means you’re staying?” Ash asked out loud, his tone holding no room for argument.
And he was right.
No more fighting what my bear had known from the start. I sighed happily and nodded against Mak’s chest.
Cody let out a huge whoop, and his amplified voice echoed through all of our heads.“Looks like it’s going to be a Beary Sexy Christmas after all!”
merry epilogue
. . .
DidI really think this was the worst Christmas ever while crying my eyes out before the car accident that somehow both destroyed and saved my life? Because now I’d call it the…
“Best Christmas ever,” Cody whispered in my ear, ten mornings after that fateful crash. Then he hooked one massive arm under my leg and?—
“Unhhh!” I groaned—happily—as he pushed into me from behind.
Estrus or no, I found myself waking most mornings just as wet as my guys were hard. I didn’t want to accuse our bears of anything, but I suspected they’d developed a habit of having steamy late-night conversations while their humans slept—bear sexting, if you will—leaving us more than ready to go the moment we opened our eyes.
Usually, I woke up with at least two of my mates in my now permanent den nest. Mak had moved it into the corner, and it now lived nestled between the hearth-like fireplace and one ofthe den’s windows—an “eye” opening in the totem cave’s left eave, which was filled with a slab of one-way glass we could see out of but not be seen through from the outside.
What had once been a chaotic mess of blankets, pillows, and discarded clothes had been transformed into a nature altar meant for decadence—and extremely wicked things.
Mak had framed the massive nest with rugged branches, gleaming stones, and carefully placed dreamcatchers, weaving raw wilderness into a sacred haven over a base carpet of vibrant moss. Furs from various animals lined the interior bed, soft as clouds stolen by a certain bear angel determined never to let me leave.
But this morning, I’d woken in Cody’s cozy cave den. It featured its own fireplace, a mini fridge, and what he called an “emergency hot chocolate station” with an electric kettle ready to go at all times.
Even after sharing bond bites with Mak, Ash, and Cody, I was still surprised—sometimes outright baffled—by the three bears who’d swept me off my feet faster than Bradford and I could agree on a time for our first date.
Mak was built and spoke like a gruff vet turned construction worker, yet he had a gift for artistry and architecture that left me speechless.
His “renovations,” as he called them, were more like “installations”—breathtaking creations drawn from what I swore were art-school-level drafting skills.
In bed, he liked his sex rough and sweet—his words, not mine. He would punish me for everything from “not agreeing to mateus from day one” to “not coming to us with my doubts and insecure thoughts within five minutes of having them.”
Mak-style punishments required a safe word and could range from edging to spanking, often delivered with love so intense that my wrist bond tingled with joy—even as I sobbed-begged him to let me come. Afterward, he’d always soothe me with soft praise and tender kisses that made my head spin.
Ash, on the other hand, was the one I shared the most in common with. We could talk for hours about anything—anatomy, medical mysteries, or even random trivia—much to the consternated growls of our other two maul mates when we got too engrossed in “nerding out.”
Our favorite downtime activity was reading. I devoured alien romances, while he preferred space-heavy sci-fi—authors like Andy Weir, Dennis E. Taylor, and James S. A. Corey (who I hadn’t even realized was two people until Ash told me). We’d lounge together on the nest, taking turns as lap pillows. Though I quickly learned it was a terrible idea for me to serve as Ash’s lap pillow during spicy romance scenes.
Because Ash… oh, Ash. He hadn’t been kidding about Cody not waiting until Christmas to eat me out. But unlike Cody, who focused on making my dreams come true, Ash seemed genuinely addicted to making me come with his mouth.
One whiff of arousal, and I’d find my knees pushed apart. In an instant, Ash would have his head—and his wicked tongue between my thighs. Sometimes, he’d tease me for chapters, licking everywhere but my clit until I was trembling. Other times, jealousy over certain fictional aliens would send him into a frenzy, leaving me unable to see straight when I came on his greedy, demanding mouth.
Don’t even get me started on what happened when I challenged myself to read the entireAlien Overlordsseries by Taylor Vaughn before Christmas—seriously, don’t ask. Let’s just say my otherwise gentlemanly Ash now refers to himself as Your Pussy’s Overlord.
And then there was Cody. My sweet bear. He loved long cuddle sessions and a nightly hot chocolate with our maul before shifting into his massive Kodiak form to sleep at the foot of the nest.
He was such a gentle giant—until he got inside me. Then he’d go rabid, as Ash often called it, pinning me down with his big body and re-biting my left shoulder to keep me still while he took me with violent, body-rocking thrusts that led to soul-shaking orgasms.
Ash often grumbled about having to lick my sore, wrecked pussy back to readiness after Cody had his way with me. Eventually, my poor Kodiak found himself placed permanently last when all three of them wanted a turn inside me. But I never complained. There was something about being taken so completely, so overwhelmingly, that left me replete with the feeling of being beautifully loved.
That Christmas morning, however, Cody treated me to his second favorite kind of sex—what he called the “cuddle position.” He spooned me tight to his chest with his bottom arm banded across my torso at an angle that let him massage my breast, tweaking my nipple, while his top hand lazily rubbed between my legs.
Ash never touched my clit with his fingers anymore, preferring to make me come on his mouth before climbing on top to turn my afterglow into a second, no-hands-required orgasm. ButCody had paid close attention during Ash’s one lesson, and he most definitely understood the assignment.
