Three Is Just Right. Seductive Celebrations, #2

I am Jade and I am a complicated piece of ass. That's what I've been told by past lovers and I can see the point. I've got barriers around me like a concertina wire fence and hackles like a porcupine. Commitment phobe? Look it up in the Urban Dictionary and you'll see my picture. But then, you could find my photo and references to me under several entries in that tomb of kink. It's Christmas and I feel like giving three of my packmates a special gift, a no holds barred, me.
All I want in return is a little bit of DNA to satisfy my ticking clock. I was raised by a single mother. That's my style. I have a choice of a luscious Dar'kind Fae full of mystery and command; a hot ebony feline shifter that makes me laugh and wears his heart on his sleeve; and the gentle giant of a man that packs me full of goodness. Is he bear shifter or bigfoot's love child? I can't choose between them.
What I don't expect is the way they will peal away my layers until I'm left vulnerable and ready to accept the future my three unique lovers have planned for me.