Avery, Addison - Sex Shifters and a Vampire: An Unlikely Christmas Match (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Addison Avery

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  When they reached the creek running the length of Conrad’s property, Kim had shifted into the five foot four form of curves and boobs. Kimberly slid away from the vehicle and grabbed Conrad’s ass in the process.

  “Why can’t you decide if you’re going to be a he or a she?”

  “You know why,” she replied, zipping up the front of a heavy brown leather jacket and shooting him a million dollar smile.

  Conrad couldn’t tear his gaze away from the lovely creature. Had he ever met a woman as beautiful as Kimberly? Probably not, and that was admitting a lot. He’d been alive, or undead, for many decades, and he’d sure indulged in his share of women.

  “Look at this place!” she exclaimed, turning toward the snow-covered branches of several mature trees.

  With the full moon projecting like a spotlight over the brook, the stream of water provided a scenic backdrop for a budding romance.

  As if Kimberly read his mind, she backed away. His gaze held hers until she lost her coat and deliberately yanked the hem of her shirt high above her head.

  Bountiful breasts fully exposed swayed back and forth while she untangled the mess of hair caught in her collar. Conrad found the entire show captivating. Breathing became difficult, but perhaps he didn’t need to draw air. He only needed to stare, take in the spectacular body of one hot-blooded woman.

  Wiggling out of her pants, she said, “Undress, Conrad. I want you to swim with me!”

  “Swimming in this weather is dangerous,” he warned her.

  “Not for me. I’m hot enough to melt ice.”

  “I’ll say,” he quickly agreed, wondering if her warm skin would ignite flames with friction against his marble skin.

  “Are you coming or not?” she asked, calling out behind her.

  “It’s pitch black out there. You never know what dangerous creatures you might encounter in the water.”

  “Come show me,” she teased, biting down on her forefinger. “Or come protect me.”

  She tiptoed into the water and swam a few strokes toward the middle. “I think you’re making excuses, Conrad. Since when do shifters and vampires fear anything?”

  She had a point. One he wouldn’t acknowledge.

  Conrad plucked the cooler from the back of the four-wheeler and set the container on a large, flat rock. He flopped down beside the chest and decided the spot provided a fine place for viewing.

  By the time he cracked open his beer, a tingling sensation scorched the back of his throat. His gaze returned to her, but she pretended she didn’t notice him. Instead, she floated around, pedaling her body with tiny hands, swimming around and around in a small, precise circle.

  He sipped that damn beer and remembered the taste of her. The blood she fed him the night before was bittersweet, the most delectable he’d ever drank. A soft moan fell out into the open, and his gaze darted her way once more.

  Kimberly’s body was positioned toward him. Thin, shapely legs splayed. Her fingers danced across her exposed mound, finally locking in a finger-fucking position deep inside her channel.

  She thrust once or twice, twirling her fingers higher and higher inside her cunt. “Oh, Conrad!” she exclaimed, humping her hand and splashing around.

  Lust slammed into his groin, and his fangs dropped. He didn’t disrobe. There wasn’t time. He was depriving himself of the best time for feeding. Every vampire knew the most delicious meals were discovered when a mate found an intimate rhythm.

  Kimberly continued to finger herself with her left hand, twirling one ripe nipple between a forefinger and thumb, moaning and crying, gasping and reaching. Wading toward her, Conrad eyed those pretty little perfect gems, careful not to act too interested in the pumping veins pulsing with her life.

  “Kiss me, Conrad,” she begged, arching her neck high above the water’s surface.

  She must’ve liked a toothy kiss. All fangs and adrenaline, Conrad yanked her forward and carried her to the shallow area of the creek. Stepping onto the icy embankment covered with more than a few inches of snow, he caressed her, indulging in the urgency of his growing sexual cravings as much as the bloodlust.

  When Conrad released her, another shift came. He perused Kim’s masculine body and noted how the lust dampened but was not destroyed.

  “Let me take the man,” Kim whispered in a low, provocative tone. “Then, I’ll give you the woman.”

  Chapter Four

  Conrad decided opposition was a moot effort. Why fight the attraction when there wasn’t anything specific to stand in his way? Besides, regardless of Kim’s form, hadn’t Kim proven, in more ways than one, they were shifter mates? Conrad certainly felt something when he was with them…him…her. Besides, why did sex matter?

  Maybe being unable to separate Kim the man from Kim the woman was the real issue at hand. No, he mused. He knew better.

  Truth told, the obvious problem existed in dealing with his own sexuality. How did he take a man when he’d never wanted a man? He didn’t know how to make love with the same sex, and that fact somehow made him uncomfortable. He felt inferior.

  “Now we’re getting somewhere,” Kim whispered, leaning over and running his rough hands across Conrad’s belly. “Admitting to yourself why you’re acting uninterested is half the battle. You know?”

  Kim read minds, too, and that irritated the hell out of Conrad.

  “I understand,” Kim said, unhooking Conrad’s belt. Conrad looked down, unable to speak. He didn’t tug his shirt over his head or kick off his dusty cowboy boots. There wasn’t a need for either.

  Kim had one goal, and he didn’t waste time showing Conrad his objective, his lone focus. He tugged him free of his jeans and dropped to his knees.

  His gaze held Conrad’s in an understood challenge. “You thinking about stopping me, cowboy?” he asked, swiping his long tongue across swollen, parched lips, mere inches from Conrad’s cock.

  “I haven’t decided yet.”

  “I’ll help you make up your mind. I have a surprise for you,” Kim said, working Conrad’s penis back and forth through his calloused hands, massaging his dick like he might work out a knot or kink in a sore muscle. And damn it all, he was sure aching.

  Based on the lack of recent activity, Conrad’s cock wasn’t exactly overworked. Kim probably didn’t care one way or another. His talented hands stroked, fumbling the weight of Conrad’s cock up and down, rolling the skin over the end and puckering when the pre-cum topped the head and dripped over the crest.

  Conrad caught his breath, and if his dick hadn’t taken the lead then, he might have changed his mind. But then again, a man’s gonna do what a man’s gonna do. And a vampire always followed where his bloodlust inspired him to go.

  Kim’s hot mouth devoured him. He sucked Conrad’s pulsing length to his throat and then slid his tongue up and down the shaft over and over again. Good God, Kim was blowing his mind! Not to mention what he skillfully managed to do to his prick.

  “Ah, hell,” Conrad sighed, feeling as if his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

  Kim’s mouth enveloped Conrad. His expertise should’ve earned medals or awards, anything to justifiably reward the outstanding achievement for which he clearly excelled. Ah, yes, Conrad mused, thrusting in between Kim’s jaws. Man or woman, Kim Bellows knew how to suck cock.

  Humming around his shaft, Kim rose to the crest and traced the veins outlining Conrad’s penis, using an intense suction to massage the base, shaft, and head. “Good?” he asked, eyeing Conrad.

  “God, yeah,” he growled, forgetting who asked, ignoring the fact that if he didn’t want a man sucking his cock, he sure had a funny way of expressing the fact. Besides, he’d never had a sexier blow job.

  Conrad clutched Kim’s shoulder and attempted to stay on balance. He resisted the urge to pound into his accommodating mouth. And that wasn’t an easy task. When Kim’s guttural vibrations became completely carnal, Conrad became supremely focused on the mate taking him and lost all cont
rol.

  Grabbing Kim’s head between both hands, Conrad humped forward, thrusting inside Kim’s mouth until his dick tapped Kim’s throat again and again. Kim’s hand landed against Conrad’s ass.

  “Ouch!”

  Smiling around the cock stuffed in his mouth, Kim mumbled something and smacked Conrad’s bottom again. A hot shiver propelled down Conrad’s spine, and his balls tightened with an unusual sensation.

  What the hell? Did he like spankings? And if so, since when?

  Kissing the end of his dick, Kim licked the shape of Conrad’s penis. “That’s it,” Kim whispered, ogling his cock, apparently watching for Conrad’s enhanced need or perhaps waiting for his greed. “Come on, lover. Let me taste you.”

  Lover? Conrad was reeling. He was wound up so tight he felt like the fiber in miniscule threads clinging for final moments spent on a worthless spindle. He was losing his grip on reality, slipping away from the life he once knew. And grasping, oh God how he was clutching, holding fast to lost days and his last shot at a vampire’s independence.

  Another hot flash of eroticism struck him as one of the sexiest acts in the world when Kim grabbed his hips and slowly inched his fingers into his ass. Conrad gulped, stilled by the invasion, the obscene intrusion he’d never experienced in his lifetimes.

  Kim ducked his head and consumed Conrad’s cock, greedily sucking, taking him deeper until his breathing changed into ragged spurts of desperation. Kim gripped Conrad’s cheeks, spreading him as he blew him away with oral sex intense enough to set records.

  The ramifications were explosive. The hot heat propelled from the base of Conrad’s shaft, and the desire continued building and building. He was on fire! He needed his release and thought he might die if he didn’t come!

  In those few glorious seconds, Conrad understood how the immortals met their demise.

  Kim drew him forward. Conrad’s balls made a smacking sound against Kim’s chin as he coaxed out his release, sucking with a powerful suction and tugging at the base, practically pleading for more action without mumbling a word.

  Conrad’s hand brushed the top of Kim’s head. He felt transformed and free. He’d lived without a mate. Now, he had his very own—and not one lover, but two.

  Kim’s gorgeous eyes flickered with new lust, a light blue film outlined the deeper sapphire shade, and he looked at Conrad with pure love, an extravagant expression really, something Conrad found as appealing as the sex act itself. Kim’s tongue whipped around the shape of Conrad’s cock, and his undoing began when Kim dropped his mouth over his cock one last time.

  Conrad’s hot sperm jetted to the back of Kim’s throat. Kim moaned and slurped, vocally expressing his satisfaction until that alone pushed Conrad’s buttons.

  Conrad’s balls clumsily grazed Kim’s cleft chin. His body swayed to the left and danced back to the right in an erotic sway only true lovers were capable of understanding.

  “Don’t stop!” Conrad finally ordered, framing Kim’s cheeks with his hands. “That’s good, keep going,” he rasped, fucking Kim’s face and imagining how much he’d enjoy taking him up the ass.

  Kim sipped Conrad’s release, licking him clean and acting as if Conrad tasted better than anything he’d ever drank from a cup. He kissed the slit, dragging his tongue back and forth over the tiny opening. Guttural notes of appreciation left Kim’s throat as Conrad’s cock disappeared deep inside Kim’s mouth again.

  Conrad couldn’t retreat. He didn’t want to leave the hot confines of what he viewed as a sensual awakening. Deserting Kim then wasn’t a consideration. In fact, stepping away at all would be a violation of duty and detrimental to the intimacy formed.

  There was no way around it. No way to avoid what was right in front of him. Conrad felt like a mated vampire.

  Conrad’s fangs dropped, and he couldn’t resist the pleasure awaiting them. He yanked Kim forward and snarled, not because he wanted to scare him or even wanted to show off a vampire’s more explicit sexual frustration, but rather, he couldn’t control his building urges.

  “Don’t get testy with me,” Kim said, shoving him against the flat rock behind them. “I know what you need, lover.”

  “I doubt it,” Conrad grumbled, thinking of the jumbled emotions rumbling around inside his head.

  Kim licked his lips. “I’ll show you.”

  Conrad studied him then, really took in the creature he wanted to own and claim. And that’s when he became the aggressor.

  Conrad’s lips met his, and they dueled for the right to lead into one well-fueled kiss. Conrad’s tongue danced around Kim’s, and he licked his way inside Kim’s mouth, tasting his recent release and finding the salty flavor as potent as any aphrodisiac. The temperature between them heated up a few degrees, and from there, the fire between them burned hotter and hotter.

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  Kim presented his ass like an unopened Christmas package and hoped Conrad would take advantage of him without instructions. There was a pause, a stillness between them, but Kim believed the hesitation allowed them to better prepare for their moment.

  Kim longed to coax Conrad. At the same time, if they fucked, he also wanted Conrad to yearn for him, really understand what it meant to love and desire a shifter mate.

  Conrad’s palms landed on Kim’s ass, and he rubbed his cheeks, moaning as he pressed his erection against his hip. He towered over Kim and used his tongue to trace his spine, acting more and more eager when he reached his lower back.

  The lust was stirred. The temperature kicked up a notch, and whatever patience Kim thought he might practice went up in desire-filled flames.

  Bowing his back, Kim looked over his shoulder. “Don’t question it. Just do me. Claim me, lover. Make me yours.”

  Conrad’s teeth scraped across Kim’s shoulder. “Yes!” Kim exclaimed, bucking against him, trying to change his kneeled position so he opened himself up to a full exposure when his ass cheeks parted.

  Conrad’s fangs sank into Kim’s shoulder, right below the blade. He took a hungry sampling and sucked. The feeding became quite sloppy, but Kim didn’t mind. Conrad seemed famished, starved in fact, for blood. A shifter’s blood contained more flavor than a human’s, and Kim expected Conrad to eat him alive, but he’d never expected this!

  Conrad’s cock pressed harder against Kim’s flesh. He felt the veins flexing, and Conrad’s length extended with each sip he drained from Kim’s veins.

  When the hot fluid spurted in an even flow from his ripest vein, Kim gripped his cock. “I need to come.” He’d love to wait for a better encore, but when Conrad fed from him, he grew longer and harder, burdened by more lust than he had to waste by denying his body a full throttled release.

  Conrad ran the tip of his dick down the seam of Kim’s ass. Mumbling something that sounded a lot like gratitude, Conrad slid his cock between Kim’s globes while continuing to feed. Kim closed his eyes and released a tortured sigh. Finally.

  Licking at the puncture, Conrad sealed the open wound and grunted, his heavy cock impaling Kim’s ass. “Good hell what satisfaction!”

  “That’s it,” Kim encouraged, yanking his cock. “Enjoy me, lover. Make me yours.”

  Conrad thrust inside him. Growling and moaning, Kim accepted the fucking, and his bottom closed around him, clinging to the thick dick invading his body.

  “Conrad! Come!”

  Conrad slapped Kim’s bottom and humped forward, fucking him harder, screwing himself so high within his intimate chamber that Kim felt the division, the parting of his globes, the sweet joining of flesh against flesh. Tears rushed down his cheek, burning his skin. The pain was overwhelming, extremely intense, but it wasn’t anything like the searing fire his body succumbed to. Nothing but sweet everlasting pleasure awaited them on the other side of a raging fire.

  “Oh, my darling lover,” Kim gushed, looking down at his cream-soaked knuckles and rocking back and forth, going buck wild under the man claiming him.

  Conrad fucked him like there was no
tomorrow. But tomorrow would come as quickly as he did, and when the new day dawned, Kim planned to make sure they all welcomed the morning sun with open arms.

  Chapter Five

  Conrad awoke under a dark blanket of brilliantly multicolored stars. His chest was bare, and cradled against him was all the warmth he needed.

  Kimberly’s beautiful golden hair formed a band around his upper arm, apparently tangled at some point during their sleep. She looked sated. Her skin held a natural gloss as if her flesh was bathed in rich suntan oil.

  Why did she look like she’d been the one fucked one way and then another? Why did he seemingly get comfortable with one of the shifters only to wake up in the arms of another?

  When he tried to ease away from her, she dreamily asked, “Where are you going?”

  “We need to get back,” he told her, a little uncomfortable to be lying in the middle of an open field, naked. To make matters worse, they’d apparently been there for some time, cuddling like two lovebirds when they lacked the intimate value of a true couple.

  “I’m still sleepy,” she whined, stretching her arms far above her head. “Besides, you don’t have to run from the sun.”

  “How do you know?”

  She grinned. “I’m your mate. I know everything about you.”

  “I was one of the few in my family to have the blessing of sunlight.”

  “There you go again, talking about things a vampire shouldn’t discuss.”

  “That’s your opinion. I don’t believe it’s necessary to play by the rules just because individuals from certain cultures are predicted or expected to behave in one way or another.”

  “The damned can’t be saved.”

  “I never sold my soul to the devil.”

  “Well, the devil’s always buying.”

  “I ain’t selling.”

  She sighed. “Conrad, if you go to heaven one of these days, you’ll be the first of your kind there.”

  “I like setting new trends.” His gaze dropped to her breasts, and he couldn’t help but feel the stiff rise between his thighs. What he’d give to lower his head over her chest and lap at her nipples long enough to remind himself he wasn’t only attracted to men—something he could’ve almost believed after having hours upon hours of incredible sex.