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I won’t hurt ye, lass. I promise.

She relaxed a bit when the head of Angus’s cock slid past her anal ring with no difficulties. She was sure it should have hurt, but for some reason, it didn’t. Now that she could relax, she could concentrate more on what Liam was doing to her clit.

His thumb circled it several times and she bucked, helping Angus settle deeper and deeper inside her. Before she knew it, he was all of the way in, his stomach pressed against the cheeks of her ass.

See, lass. I’m inside ye, and you’re still in one piece.
He chuckled into her mind.

After he stayed still for a few minutes to get her used to their double possession, Kat squirmed. “Do you two plan to mate me, or are you going to just sit here like this for the rest of the night.” She snorted. “If I’d known you two were a couple of lazy nits, I would never have agreed to mate you, that’s for sure.”

Liam growled beneath her. “We’ll show ye what we’re made of, lass. You can count on it.”

Grasping her hips, he lifted her and held her tight while he thrust into her. Angus entered on Liam’s withdrawal and they worked out a rhythm that soon had her screaming.

Later, Kat wouldn’t have been surprised to see that she’d screamed the cabin down atop them. With every thrust, the sensations got more intense. It was as though they shared their pleasure between them.

A wave of pleasure would pulse through her, then another and another, each one growing stronger and stronger as it made its pass. Covered in sweat, she closed her eyes, the pleasure growing too much to bear just before she stiffened and screamed. The cycle became complete when her two men climaxed as well, shooting thick ropes of cum inside her.

Something changed inside her, inside them all as a blue-white light surrounded them for a moment, bathing them all in a magical glow.

Spent, Kat collapsed onto Liam’s chest. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even open her eyes. If the cabin caught fire, she wouldn’t be able to move to save her life. She wasn’t sure the men could, either.

With a sigh, she began to drift off to sleep—until she remembered the door. The bear had broken it down and it had hung listlessly from its hinges, the last time she saw it.

Faint strains of music filtered into the bedroom and she remembered it had taken Angus a few minutes to join them. Perhaps he’d fixed it. Surely, he wouldn’t have joined them with the door hanging wide open.
Would he?

Kaitlin was just contemplating waking one of the guys to ask them about the door when she heard it slam open.

“Kaitlin! Kaitlin! Are you in here?”

Oh God! That was her cousin Arabella. What in the hell was she doing here?

Kat had just enough time to roll off Liam and pull the covers up over them before Arabella, another of her cousins, Candice, and Kara hurried through the door.

“Oh, my God!” Arabella stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth gaping open. “You really haven’t been spending Christmas alone, have you?”

Heat infused her body as she faced her cousins while she was in bed with two, count them,
two
men. She bit her lip and tried to think up an explanation.

Candice grinned. “Way to go, Cuz.” Turning, she gave her sister a high five. “Boy did she luck out. Look at those two studs.

Arabella waggled her brows at Kat. “Hey, you do know you’re my favorite cousin, right?” She grinned sheepishly. “You wouldn’t keep something like this to yourself, now would you? I mean now that we know everything. Spill.” She turned to look at her two companions, and at their nods, whispered, “Do they…you know, have friends?”

All Kat could do was look at her mates’ stunned faces and grin. “I believe they do.”

About the Author

Dear Reader:

If you’re reading this, I hope it means that you’ve just enjoyed reading one of my books. Always a romantic, I started weaving little fantasies for my friends at the tender age of fifteen. Never once did I think that writing would be my dream until about ten years ago. After complaining to my husband that my favorite authors didn’t write fast enough, my husband asked a fateful question. “Why don’t you write one of your own while you’re waiting?”

Once I started, he couldn’t stop me. Now, I write in the morning before work. I write during my breaks at the day job. I write at night when I should be relaxing. Heck, I’ve even been known to write in my sleep. Every member of my family has had the dubious honor of witnessing my fingers moving over the keys while I’m off in dreamland. Sometimes it even makes sense!

I grew up in Southwest Florida where I met and married the love of my life. My husband was in the Navy for twenty years, so if you wonder where I have gotten some of my ideas, I blame him. I suggest you do the same. He’s always saying he has wide shoulders. Let’s load them up, shall we?

Currently, I live in a small town in Michigan, seven miles from the nearest grocery store. I love living out here in the country. It gives me the peace and quiet I need to continue to write these stories for you. It also shows me a lot of natural beauty that I try to share with you in my books. While my titles may be dedicated to certain individuals who have touched my life in differing ways, please remember, every one of them is written for you.

My most recent dream is to continue what I do, to share more stories with anyone willing to read them. My new dream is to be able to pursue both my writing and my husband fulltime. Do you think he’ll run?

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More books by Tianna Xander

The Chosen Series:

Virgin’s Blood

Alicia the Awakening

Afraid to Dream

The Endowed Series:

The Endowed

Sinful Heat

Getting Physical