Page 18 of Granny’s Christmas Shifters

“Do you think an ornament would make a good ball gag?” I ask the room at large.

Dragon and Wolf gape at me like they’re seeing me for the first time.

“Who are you and what have you done with Bear?” Wolf asks.

I shrug.

Gertrude shrugs too. “If the ornament is shatter-proof and not covered in glitter, it’s probably safe,” she says. “But it would be a shame when I’ve got myself some delicious cocks I could be sucking on instead.”

“You heard her, men.”

“Both of us?” Dragon demands. “At the same time?”

He looks ready to run right out the door.

Gertie shrugs. “I’d be willing to try it if you are. Or you could rock paper scissors for it.”

Dragon and Wolf don’t look like they’re feeling all that experimentative, so they play a naked game of rock paper scissors.

“I was only kidding about that part,” Gertrude says.

“Rock!” Dragon shouts, hitting Wolf’s scissors.

“Best two out of three,” Wolf shouts, and they go at it again.

She shakes her head. “I’m starting to think you might not be centuries old after all.”

“Oh, we are,” I tell her. “We’re just young at heart.”

Gertrude nods. “I can relate to that.”

I grin. “Now, are you ready to shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl?”

Chapter 7

Gertie

Bear’s words echo through the room while “Rocking Around the Christmas Tree” plays softly on the speakers. Shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl.

“So that’s what ST… whatever you said earlier… means,” I tell him, not bothering to parse out the acronym.

Bear grunts.

“You’ve been reading far too much smut if you can remember that mouthful,” I tell him. “I like it.”

He smirks. “Just break it down. Start with STFU.”

“Acronyms hurt my head,” I tell him. “Which one is that again?”

“The one where you stop talking and let me fuck you.”

I nod. “That I can do.”

“Good.” His gaze drops down to my breasts, which stand proudly on display.

“Damn, I don’t remember my tatas ever looking this good.”

He groans. “Please don’t call them tatas.”