Page 5 of Granny’s Christmas Shifters

I groan.

She’s not even covered in diamonds or jewels. Why couldn’t the beast latch onto shiny things like the rest of the species? But no. My dragon wants a granny.

I take in her silky-soft silver hair and beautiful wrinkled face, and my cock springs to attention. I need to do whatever it is to save her so I can claim her!

Instinct kicks in. I forget the damn ‘Beware of Monsters’ sign and shift. My talons dig into her thick coat as I pick her up, flap my wings, and take to the sky.

The flight, usually brief, feels endless. I have no way of knowing if the woman I’m carrying lives, and I recall how frail she felt to the touch. What if she dies before I make it back? What if she’s already gone?

I roar as I land. I set her gently on a pile of snow, but she doesn’t even stir. I shift and have her cradled against my naked chest by the time Bear throws open the door.

He takes one look at me and scowls. “Did you kill her?”

Wolf peers out from behind him. “Dragon, when I said I’d help you hide a body, I didn’t mean that literally. It’s just a thing people say. You weren’t supposed to actually do it.”

“Good to know.” I shove my way past both men.

The house smells like gingerbread, “Last Christmas” is playing softly on the speakers, and the giant-ass Christmas tree Wolf makes us decorate every year fills the place with holiday cheer.

As I storm toward the fireplace, the last thing I feel is festive.

“If you’re going to burn the body, do it in the forest,” Wolf cries. “Don’t stink up the place.”

“I’m not going to burn her, you dolt. I need to warm her up!”

“She’s alive?” Bear demands.

“Yes,” I grunt in the affirmative as I set her down on the carpet and start peeling off her jacket.

He growls. “Why didn’t you take her to the hospital?”

“What was I supposed to do? Fly her there? Pretty sure someone would have noticed a dragon.”

“Valid point,” he grumbles.

Wolf leans in closer and peers at her face. I feel a wave of jealousy and have to fight the urge to shove him away.

He frowns. “Are you sure she’s alive?”

An ache I can’t explain forms in my chest. “I hope so. But I don’t know how long she was in the forest. Or why she passed out.”

“Old age,” Wolf says.

I shake my head. “You don’t pass out from old age.”

“How would you know?” he asks, which is a fair point.

The three of us are immortal. We haven’t aged a day in centuries—well, biologically speaking, anyway. Mentally, I’m not sure how old I am. Some days, I feel twenty, and other days, I feel ancient. Right now, the only thing I feel is worry for the pale woman lying in front of me.

I pull her jacket the rest of the way off. “We need to get her warmed up.”

Her pants are soaked straight through, and Bear kneels down to help remove her boots.

“This feels wrong,” Wolf mutters as we strip her down to her underthings. They’re damp, so they need to go, but I’m with Wolf. I can’t just take off an unconscious woman’s panties.

Bear seems to have no such qualms. He yanks them off, and then expertly unclasps her bra. She’s left completely naked, and I cradle her against my chest, shielding her nudity from the men as much as I can.

Bear grabs a heavy blanket from the couch. But when he starts to reach for the woman in my arms, my dragon lets out a possessive growl, and Bear instinctively growls back.