Three Swedish Mountain Men

by Lily Gold

Cole stops pacing abruptly by the window, staring out at the snow, and growls something. “Use human words, Nalle,” Eli mumbles. “We’ve been over this. We don’t speak bear.”

“I’M NOT LOSING BOTH OF YOU!” Cole roars, getting right in his face. “YOU’VE ALREADY TAKEN HER AWAY FROM ME, YOU’RE NOT FUCKING DYING AS WELL!”

I wouldn’t be scared of Cole if he came into my bedroom with a chainsaw. He’d probably just be building me a bedside cabinet, or something.

He gives me a little shake. “I thought you were dead, woman. I need to fuckin’ hold you.”

“You’re willing to share a woman, but not your lube?” Riven says drily. Eli just shrugs. “I own the lube. I don’t own the woman.”