Shifters & Bad Boys Bundle (Shifters & Bad Boys. Man love, bdsm, and rockstar romance. Book 1)

by Anita Lawless

  “Come inside and spend the night,” the vampire whispered against his cheek. The hand at Warren’s cock worked its skilled magic. “Let me access your memories, plant the killer’s face in my mind. And I know just the way to do that, newcomer.”

  The vampire led him to a rounded, black door made of polished slats. Old fashioned hinges held it to the sandstone wall. He pulled a round ring in the center and the hinges creaked as the entrance gave way.

  “My home.” Sid indicated with a hand, and Warren cautiously peered inside.

  A beam of blue neon fell through heavy drapes slightly parted at the middle. Sid flicked a switch, and the apartment filled with yellow incandescence. Cushions were scattered everywhere, but there was scant furniture, save for a walnut coffee table that sat on squat legs and a round floating bed draped in plum colored sheers. The coffee table was littered with debris—everything from cigarette butts to half smoked roaches to empty take out cartons.

  Warren went to the window and looked outside. Beyond, he found a whole new world waiting for him. There were buildings, but nothing like he’d seen on Earth before. Loamy columns rose up like miniature skyscrapers made of sand. Squat houses dotted an alien landscape. The streets were cloudy with dirt. And, everywhere, monsters walked.

  Through the smudgy pane of glass, he saw creatures with horns and tails. Giants with blue skin and glowing eyes. Others looked human, like Sid, while still others sported three heads.

  He turned from the window, mouth agape, and looked at Sid. “What is this place?”

  Sid smiled, curling those rosy lips of his. “I told you. You’ve come underground.”

  He pointed to the city outside. “There are people down there with three heads.”

  Sid laughed, exposing his sharpened , elongated canines. “That’s nothing compared to what you’ll see if you stay a while.” Then he patted the bed. “Now, come here. Let me inside that mind of yours.”

  Warren felt his cock twitch at the offer, but he hesitated. “No tricks?”

  Sid pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing a chest that moved with fine, delicate muscle. “No tricks. Just pleasure.”

  Warren couldn’t deny he was attracted to the man. He had Botticelli beauty. So he went to him, sat on the bed, and let the vampire take him in his arms.

  Sid wrapped his arms around Warren. He drew him close and kissed his forehead tenderly. “Sex is different once you’re a supernatural. We can’t breed. We’re only made. And we can’t transmit sexual diseases, so you needn’t worry. You’re safe with me.”

  He kissed Warren again, sweet and tender this time, as he undid the buttons on his shirt. His long, spidery fingers traced the full muscles of his pecs, the flat plane of his stomach. Warren tasted the sweetness of the vampire’s mouth once more. He pressed his palms against his lover’s waist then drew his hands upward, enjoying the way his muscles tensed beneath his embrace. The vampire was cool to the touch, but there was still heat in his pale flesh.

  “Sex,” the vampire said, pulling from the kiss to help Warren yank his pants off, “Is also a bonding ritual for us. When we can’t feed, we can nourish ourselves off sex. It keeps us from killing the humans. We can also exchange information this way. I’m going to see the killer’s face through your eyes, after I plant my cock deep inside you.”

  Warren moaned at the shock of his overt confession. That and the vampire’s hand closing around his exposed, stiffening cock. His lover pushed him into the plush mattress and ran an appreciative hand up and down his naked form.

  “Think of his face,” he said as he straddled Warren. “Show it to me.”

  He bent down and nestled his face into his lover’s neck. His hand coiled around his cock once more, stroking harder still. His lover cried out when sharp teeth broke his skin. The sudden pain shocked Warren, and he almost threw the vampire off of him.

  “Shhhh,” the vampire said. “Be still. I won’t hurt you, and my bite can’t harm you. I just want to penetrate you in every way possible.” Blood stained his lips when he looked at Warren and smiled. “It’ll help information flow from you to me even better. Connect us deeper.”

  He went back to Warren’s neck, lapping at the holes there while he continued to expertly work his cock. Soft skin slid in a perfect rhythm over rigid muscle. Warren sighed and bucked his hips up, trying to thrust deeper into his lover’s touch.

  He cradled the back of the vampire’s head as he urged the killer’s face to the front of his mind. Pulling his lover tighter to him, he sought out the vampire’s cock, wanting to return the pleasure he received. He struggled to let the images of this afternoon, the murder and pursuit by the tall jester type, flow as erotic enjoyment tried to railroad his thoughts.

  The vampire’s skin was smooth and soft, and he enjoyed exploring it. His cock was long and thick, with a perfect curve near the glans. The head of his penis was meaty, and he flicked his thumb over the hole, teasing it as he absorbed its pre-cum. His vampire lover groaned out approval.

  His lover’s lips moved from his neck to kiss and bite a path between his nipples. He didn’t break skin this time. Just took tiny pieces of flesh between his teeth and tugged. When he reached Warren’s nipples he teased each one with a combination of teeth and tongue, until he writhed beneath the vampire and clutched at his curls.

  The vampire’s hot tongue laved a path to his stomach. It poked in his belly button and teased the sensitive nerve center, milking his cock faster, rougher, as he did so. He cried out and his ass left the mattress. The images in his mind almost burst and scattered, but he held on tight and continued to transmit, he hoped.

  “Can you see him?” he whispered, just as the vampire’s lips kissed the head of his cock.

  “Oh yes, I can see him perfectly,” his lover replied, just before his mouth glided down around his shaft.

  Warren lost his mind to pure bliss, and he just hoped his lover got what he needed before his brain clouded with intense sensation. His lover sucked hard on his penis, taking all of it deep into his mouth. But this sheathe of warm wetness enveloped him briefly, for the vampire pulled his lips away to feather light kisses over his inner thighs.

  “I need your mind to still,” his vampire lover explained. “I gave you too much too soon, and I chased the image of the others away.”

  So he teased Warren mercilessly, denying his cock even the slightest of touches as he went to work on his balls and asshole. He tilted Warren’s ass higher, dug his fingers into his firm, smooth cheeks. A tongue flitted over his tight, puckered hole and he sighed loud and long. His limbs flooded with warmth and his nerves tingled.

  Fingers invaded his asshole, but the sensation wasn’t unpleasant at all. He mused to himself how his man on man inexperience edged closer to being lost completely. He didn’t mind at all. It was a fantasy come true, and despite the earlier trauma of the day, he relished in it.

  Those slick digits worked in an out his rectum, seeking out his prostrate. There was some pain, but a pleasant pressure grew deep in his ass, flow out to his balls and making them tighten. He pushed his ass into the penetration, urging his lover’s fingers farther up his anal canal. That bit of pain became pure pleasure. His lover’s touch curled and stroked faster, making his prostrate burn.

  “Please,” he begged. “Can I cum? Have…have you got what you need?”

  His lover gave a throaty chuckle that made Warren shiver. “Would you like to cum hard, Warren? Right now?”

  “Ohh, yes… please.”

  “Well…” He paused, and a tongue pressed into Warren’s balls, swirling circles. “I do have the killer’s face, and you have been a good boy. Perhaps you deserve some release. Tell me how to give it to you.”

  “Please.” He gasped for breath, watching the vampire’s eyes sparkle as he slowly wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. “Suck me. Fuck me. I want to lose my inexperience.”

  His lover smirked. “Then lose it you shall.”

  Once more his cock was encased in
slippery, hot bliss. The vampire curled his tongue around his shaft as he descended. He swept his tongue out over Warren’s scrotum as he deep throated him once more. He took his mouth away long enough to nip at his lover’s sac, tugging the skin until Warren yipped and bucked.

  “Don’t cum just yet,” the vampire commanded. “I want to bury that sweet cock deep in my ass.”

  Warm tightness slipped over his penis. Warren closed his eyes and sighed, letting the sensation fully take him. He focused on the velvet friction encasing his cock. His lover’s canal stretched pleasantly to accommodate his girth, but still gripped him snugly. His lover rocked and rode him in a slow rhythm, and he struggled not to burst.

  The door they had entered earlier slammed open. A burly man, whose head almost brushed the arched entrance, charged in. Warren’s orgasm jetted from the tip of his cock, brought to its precipice by a mixture of surprise and erotic stimuli.

  The giant’s skin was green tinged. He chuckled low in his throat as he stood just inside the apartment, arms crossed over a barrel chest covered in a leather jacket lined with zippers on the outside. He wore large shades that completely covered his eyes, despite the dimness of the room. Dark brown curls fell past his shoulders, and a thick beard sprouted across his jaw.

  He pulled his shades off and pinned the pair of lovers with vibrant yellow eyes. “Color me shocked,” he said in a deep baritone, aimed in Sid’s direction. “I’m framed for murder, and you’re out picking up werewolves.”

  Warren looked from Sid to the man. “How’d you know I was a werewolf?”

  The man grunted. “Supernaturals can sense each other’s abilities. Tune your senses on me and try it.”

  Warren did as he was told by the gigantic man. He could see word pictures and images. The individual who’d just joined them was a troll.

  “Warren,” the vampire spoke, after scooting to the end of the bed. “Meet my ex, Avery.” Then to Avery, he said, “And you should be thanking me instead of making snide comments. This one.” He threw an arm over Warren’s shoulder. “Saw your murderer, and he gave me the face.” The vampire tapped his temple.

  Avery came forward, drawing close to the bed. Long arms and massive paws shot out. Thick fingers curled around the vampire’s skull. “Show me.” He grunted again, then nodded as he smiled in satisfaction. “Just as I suspected. An agent of Purity.”

  When the troll took his hands off the vamp, Warren looked at him. “Who’s Purity?”

  The vampire let out a long exhale then said, “Eugenicist. And there’s nothing wrong with that, necessarily. Except they’d like to wipe monsters off the face of Earth.”

  ***

  Vicious Vampire Love

  (Waking Up Werewolf Series Part 2)

  Chapter 2

  “Why do Purity want to wipe out monsters?” Warren frowned curiously at Sid as he pulled his clothes back on.

  Avery was the one to answer, as he pulled some cushions closer to the bed and sprawled out on the floor. “It’s a misguided attempt to protect the human race. The agency thinks our existence is a threat to homo sapiens.”

  “Yet they seem to forget we supernaturals swore off killing humans years ago,” Sid spat. “We’re no threat. They’re just a bunch of xenophobes and murderers.”

  “So, you don’t kill humans?” Warren looked between the pair. “I thought vamps drank blood, and that werewolf in the park sure seemed ready to kill me.”

  “We feed off each other these days,” Sid told him. “Remember what I told you about sex? We can’t breed, but sex is a multi-purpose tool for us. We use it to exchange information, bond, and we feed off the energy of the orgasm. It staves off our other hungers.”

  “Pleasure, too,” Avery said, giving Warren a blatant up and down perusal. “We have sex for pleasure.”

  Sid nodded and arched his eyebrow at Avery. “It’s a part of the feeding and bonding process.”

  Warren sat silent, taking all this information in. Only 32 days had gone by since his werewolf attack in the park. Since that time he’d lost his girlfriend, Tamara, the day he’d planned to propose to her, witnessed a werewolf’s murder in an alley, and been dragged underground to a city of monsters by a vampire. Oh, and he’d met a towering troll named Avery. At the tail end of all these thoughts, little Tulle popped into his mind.

  “Look, I know we’ve got important things to do here,” he said. “But is there any way we could get to my dog? She’s probably scared shitless.” Literally, he thought. He was sure he’d find a mess under his bed when he got home.

  Sid looked to his troll ex-lover. “Avery can go grab her for you. You and I should really get to Council Headquarters.”

  Warren grabbed the vampire’s wrist as he went to stand. “Wait a minute. He can’t go out there anymore than I can. The killers will be looking for him, too, I’m sure.”

  “And the Council Hunters,” Avery said as he rose up from his pile of pillows. “But I’m safer above than below, until the sun goes down at least.”

  Warren tilted his head at the troll. “Why’s that?”

  Avery gave a wide, toothy smile. “Contrary to myth, trolls don’t turn to stone with the sun. We go invisible when daylight touches us.”

  ***

  After Avery left to retrieve Tulle, Warren and Sid headed out the front door of the apartment. It was time for Warren’s official introduction to the underground.

  “It endless night here,” Sid told him, taking his hand as they strolled down curved steps that grew wider as they descended. “Which works well for vampires, since we’re allergic to the sun.”

  “Will it kill you?”

  Sid shook his head. “No, but extended exposure can make us very ill. Vamps are fairly resilient creatures.”

  “So is the stake thing true?” Warren tried not to rudely stare at a man whose skin rippled over his bones. The creature walked by, and a tendril of his flesh reached out to touch Warren.

  Sid acted as if the moving skin man was barely there. He looked forward, down the dusty, wide street as he spoke. “Yes, but the stake must be made of ash or aspen to work.”

  They strolled on, Sid giving Warren details of this, his new world, as they went. Warren tried not to stare too openly at the creatures that went by, but he gaped at the buildings that, in some cases, brushed the sandstone top of this subterranean civilization.

  Suddenly, Sid pulled him close and pushed him into the side of a squat structure. It was pyramid shaped, with diamond windows cut into its face. It reminded Warren of a sand dune.

  “We’re going to take a small detour before we go to Council Headquarters,” Sid said, brushing a fingertip over Warren’s chin. “How’d you like to experience a monster sex bazaar, newborn werewolf?” His tongue flitted out and licked Warren’s top lip. Sid’s hand moved up under his shirt and brushed over his stomach, making his muscles tense.

  “Shouldn’t we be focusing on clearing Avery?” Warren asked, though he wanted to just blurt ‘Yes!’ to Sid’s invitation.

  Sid traced the line of Warren’s cheekbone. “Pleasure is important, too. Remember, this is how we control our need to kill. For some of us, like myself, it’s the only nourishment we take in. And we have a little time to spare.”

  So Warren took the vampire’s hand, and let himself be led to the sex bazaar.

  Along the way, he spotted a woman with mauve skin and a cone-shaped head. Through the large shop window, he watched her choose a hat and try it on, her dark purple lips curling as she studied her reflection in a cube-shaped mirror.

  A doglike being with a back full of bulging, soft brown eyes stopped to sniff him. Its face possessed a nose and mouth only, and long, shaggy ears trailed to just above its front claws.

  Then the street of whirling sand sloped down in front of them, and the city opened up into a vast marketplace. Warren felt as if he’d walked into a surreal version of ancient Persia as he looked around.

  “You can buy any erotic delight you want here,” Sid said, wra
pping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. “Welcome to the bazaar.” His hand trailed lower to cup Warren’s ass as they walked on.

  Colorful stalls lined the bazaar. Some were draped with long swatches of rainbow fabric sewn with glimmering thread. At one stall, Warren watched a female with a myriad of mouths give a beast with many penises multiple blow jobs. At another, a masked giant flogged an indigo skinned satyr.

  Finally Sid stopped at a stall near the end of the bazaar. Here, a hookah pipe was placed to one side of a mountain of pillows. Atop this mountain sat a being with many arms. His yellow skin shone like gold and orange braids fell down his slender back. They looked like streamers of fire, Warren thought. The man reminded him of the Hindu god Shiva, and Warren swore he could feel the power thrumming off this monster, but he didn’t get an impression regarding the true nature of this creature. He puffed on his hookah, clad in a flowing ensemble that looked like green silk.

  “Warren, meet Waxen,” Sid said, and the creature reached up with one of its many hands to offer Warren a shake. “Waxen is a skilled masseuse, philosopher, and lover. He’s also a djinn.”

  Waxen set the mouthpiece of his hookah on a pillow. “You might wonder what a philosopher is doing in a place like this. Truth is, I like to screw a lot and think a lot. So I went into the sex trade. Hey, the pay is great, and I get to give and receive pleasure.”

  Warren grinned at the djinn’s direct manner. “You know what you want in life. That’s admirable.”

  The djinn smiled. “I knew the moment I was thought into being. But that’s another story for another time.” He patted the pillows on either side of him. “Word tells me Warren is new to us. Tell me, men, how can I be of service to you today?”

  Sid lounged on a pillow and Warren selected some cushions to the right of Waxen. “How much for a quick hand job / blow job combo?” Sid asked. “I’ve got to get the young werewolf to Council Headquarters before night falls above.”

  Waxen rattled off a price and Sid handed him some gold coins. When Warren cast a curious glance at the coins, Sid explained, “We have our own currency, our own industries, but we do occasionally borrow from above. You’ll learn how it all works in time. For now,” he put a hand on Warren’s chest and pushed him back into the pillows, “relax and enjoy.”