Sex Shifters and a Vampire: An Unlikely Christmas Match (5 page)

Standing, he tossed the cooler on the back of the ATV, and when he turned around, Kimberly was eye-level to his cock. He fisted himself at the base, trying to turn away more than offer himself up like a gift in high demand. But it was a lame attempt. She locked her hot little jaws around him, and he was driven to defy his first intended purpose.

“That’s good, Conrad,” she mumbled, sniffing him like he was nothing short of an intoxicating substance, her new drug perhaps.

He rubbed the engorged end over her lips, feeding her his cock until she consumed him. Her wicked tongue lapped over the slit, and then she curled the delicious length around his width.

When Kimberly gave him head, it was as if she literally inhaled him. His penis vanished between her lips and she exhaled. A hot sensation rushed over his cock and he was lost.

Gripping the base, he traced his penis around the shape of her swollen lips and used the moist tip to part them. “That’s it,” he encouraged her, reaching down to play with her nipples and ignoring the awkward positioning. “I’ll give you what you want. Let me fuck your pretty little mouth, Kimberly,” he ground out, the guttural longing obvious. He could almost taste every gut-wrenching syllable he spoke. “Cause that’s all you really want.”

“That’s right,” she said, nuzzling him.

Damn it. He couldn’t resist her. He desired Kimberly in a much different way than he’d wanted Kim hours earlier. Kim and Conrad had been drawn to one another by an earth-shattering lust driven by an unexplainable need. The raw sex between them was out of this world. But the longing he felt for Kimberly was something else all together, perhaps more tender but just as erotic as what he’d shared with Kim.

Thrusting five or six times, Conrad finally withdrew and pulled Kimberly to her feet. Lifting her into his arms, he positioned his cock at her entrance and wrapped her legs around his middle, crossing her ankles behind him.

At that point, there were no regulations and certainly no rules. He should’ve set boundaries, but overcome with lust, he refused to limit himself. He became wrought with desire, a vampire male dying to fuck a woman like he’d never wanted to fuck another. The passion passed between them as simply as their bodies came together.

When her lips met his, their bodies crashed against one another, tongues playing together like two kids on a damn playground. The sport of kissing topped the list of greatest recreational activities, and Conrad came undone.

He pumped his cock inside her wet pussy, searching her eyes as he entered her. Carrying her to the four-wheeler, he sat on the leather seat, yanking her over him. She fucked him like she’d waited half her life to take one hell of a wild and intimate ride.

“Easy, now,” he choked out, pulling away from her and leaning back, eyeing the extraordinary connection of body-to-body contact.

“Like that, do you?” she asked, fingering her clit and pushing herself onto his shaft, driving him deeper.

“So sexy,” he muttered.

“Yes,” she agreed, placing her hands behind her head and arching her chest forward until he took the hint and latched on to her swollen nipple. “That’s it, Conrad. Now, screw me like you never want to stop.”

And he did. He grabbed her thighs and thrust faster, going deeper and harder with every stroke.

She rolled her hips forward, studying the point of penetration like it was the most remarkable sexual performance she’d ever watched in her life. For him, it was pretty darn close to the finest.

He pumped his dick in and out, claiming her until she was drenched in perspiration, his and her own. And just as her male counterpart the night before had brought Conrad pleasure, Kimberly succeeded, as well.

They screwed the day away, and when Conrad realized he couldn’t get enough, a harder truth hit him square in the face. They also
loved
the day away, and he really had a problem accepting
that
.

Chapter Six

At some point the following night, Conrad drove them home. By the time he made it to the ranch, Kimberly had disappeared.

He’d started to drive around the property just to make sure he hadn’t actually lost her somewhere, but then he remembered something about the sex shifters. They had the ability of appearing and disappearing whenever they wanted.

Conrad wondered about Kim and Kimberly then, thinking about their heritage and their potential future. He understood the folklore behind the shifters. He’d read books and heard plenty about them. According to some myths, after shifters began transformations, they found it increasingly difficult to return to their original natural form.

For a moment, he was saddened by the possibilities. If he believed in mythology, then one day soon he would lose either Kim or Kimberly. Why was he so deeply troubled by that possibility?

He knew the answer. He defied that knowledge, but it existed there all the same.

Kim and Kimberly were slowly becoming a part of him.

After Conrad returned to the barn, fed a bunch of disgruntled animals, and locked up, he made his way back to the farmhouse, aggravated because he’d left the Christmas tree lights burning bright for far too long.

He focused on the lone Christmas stocking hooked to the mantel and wondered why he never considered having a family of his own. Was it because as a vampire he felt he didn’t deserve one, or had the thought never occurred to him until after he met his shifter mate?

He picked up a pinecone and inhaled the rich, natural scent. He’d always loved Christmas, whether he was supposed to believe in the reason for the holiday season or not.

As a vampire, he believed in heaven and hell, and since he believed, regardless of what he was, he had hope. That’s all he’d ever wanted anyway—a little bit of hope that one day when the end came, there would be a new beginning, a fresh start where he’d be considered normal, or at least placed on the same page as everyone else. Heaven sounded like the place for him, so that was why he believed in Christmas. If he stopped believing, well, he’d be left without hope, and without that, peace would never be found.

After he turned out the lights, Conrad strolled around his house, wondering why he’d never noticed the rooms as being empty. They lacked character, and maybe that alone should’ve suggested he needed a woman’s touch.

Questioning his motives for thinking about things he’d never given a second thought, he went upstairs and fell asleep. The next morning, Conrad awoke with a raging hard-on. It wasn’t the kind of erection a man could ignore, so he headed to the shower with a stiff one, determined to accomplish a man’s mission.

When he stepped under the hot stream of water, Conrad closed his eyes and immediately saw three images, like a slide-show. He saw himself in the middle of a fuck-fest, taking Kimberly while Kim took him. His ass violently burned with the contact, and he squeezed his cheeks together, feeling like he’d recently been loved hard by one hell of a sizeable man.

The mental clips rolled through his head like a movie stuck in fast-forward position. Finally, he took his hand to his penis, wrapped it so tight his knuckles popped, and he yanked for his release. “Kim!” he exclaimed. “Kimberly,” he whimpered.

He wasn’t quite sure which one he called for specifically, and more importantly, he wasn’t sure which of his mates inspired the most jolting fantasies. Either way, he captured and clung to both of their images, deciding then he was hooked on a sexy man and totally obsessed with a beautiful woman.

* * * *

“Good God, I must be seeing things,” Conrad muttered when he entered the breakfast nook. He blinked once or twice, but even after trying to focus a little harder on what he was actually seeing, Conrad realized the same results.

Kim
and
Kimberly stood in the center of his kitchen. With arms entwined, they stood side by side.

He rubbed his eyes. “I should go lie down.”

“Oh, stop,” Kimberly said. “Quit acting like an old man.”

“I see two of you,” he complained. And yeah, it was a formal complaint. He couldn’t handle these two separately, much less together. He wondered if his fantasies played a part in this new development. Conrad should probably blame himself.

They’d been playing around in his head again. He’d felt dizzy in the shower, and that could only mean one thing—they’d gotten inside his dirty mind and decided they could all have a really good time.

“What can I say? You fucked her right out of me,” Kim teased.

“Look at it this way,” Kimberly suggested, “now you have two of us so you’ll never get bored.”

“What am I supposed to call you when you’re together?” Conrad asked, forever concerned with semantics. “I’ve already slipped up a few times, you know.”

“How?” Kim asked, stroking his chin.

“Well, for starters, sometimes when I’m thinking about Kimberly, I refer to her as Kim.”

She smiled. “Just keep things as they are…simple. Kim and Kimberly really shouldn’t be that hard to remember.”

“If the two of you wanted to keep things simple, we could’ve gone with something like pussy and dick. That makes more sense,” Conrad snapped.

“Where did that come from?” Kimberly asked, acting offended.

“I wonder,” Conrad replied, eyeing the pussy he’d like to have brushing up against his lips as soon as possible. God, what was happening to him? He wasn’t a rude or disrespectful vampire. His calm, gentlemanly manner was one of the reasons why humans liked him. He was polite, honorable—if a bloodsucker could be considered as such. He wasn’t a sexist prick, or he hadn’t been in the past.

“I prefer Kimberly be used when we’re in bed together. Pussy is unacceptable,” she snapped, acting as if she believed he’d call her out by the term most females found difficult to appreciate.

“You’re high-maintenance. I can feel it.”

“How’d you know?” Kimberly sang.

Darn, she almost sounded proud of the fact. “It’s a feeling I get whenever you’re around.”

Kim shot him a sideways glance. “You have good instincts. I like that in a man.” He further showed his approval by cupping his own balls and rubbing his hand over his groin area. “Then again, I like a lot about you, Conrad.”

Kimberly slapped her palms against Conrad’s chest and steered him to a nearby chair. Then, she climbed on the table and placed her small feet on his shaking knees.

“Give me your hand, Conrad,” she demanded, spreading her legs.

“Why?”

“You’re not naïve,” she told him, encouraging him to touch her thighs.

Like an obedient submissive, he reached for her. She clasped her hand around his wrist, drawing his fingers toward her while shifting her weight and hiking up her dark, pleated skirt. When he cupped her pussy, her heat literally burned the palm of his hand. The only plausible solution he could think of was to soothe her, cool the fire only he had the ability to contain.

Her hair swirled around her shoulders when she leaned her head back. “There,” she said softly, grinding against his palm. “Finger me slow, Conrad.”

Conrad stared at the lovely beauty. He was aroused by the way she responded to his effort and just as turned on by her gorgeous features. A short crop top eased its way around her perky breasts in a way to highlight the fullness the short shirt did little to conceal.

Her knees fell apart. She braced herself with her limbs on either side of her hips, rising and falling with his manual stimulation, moaning and groaning, practically grunting when she rose and fell in tempo.

“Eat me,” she directed.

And like it was a necessity, possibly even a house rule, his lips claimed her pussy, and he dined on the most delicious womanly wine he’d ever had in his lifetime, sucking her intimate lips until he imagined he tasted Kim—not Kimberly’s—blood. Oh, God, he thought, he could become dangerously addicted to them.

Backing away from her, he was somewhat surprised when a palm landed flat against his head only to guide him between Kimberly’s legs once more. But the shock wasn’t in how Kim directed him, but rather in what he insinuated he planned on doing from behind.

* * * *

Kim encouraged Conrad to stand and then took his own sweet time working his worn jeans over his hips and legs. He kicked his feet apart when the denim fell to his ankles, and the sound of Kim’s zipper falling filled the room like a scratching echo, alerting all participants to the obvious. Kim had every intention of fucking Conrad.

Kimberly held fast to the back of Conrad’s neck. “We’re only doing what you’ve already imagined.”

She was right. He didn’t know why he had the sudden fear washing over him, but even with his angst, he couldn’t help but recognize another fact. Being with Kim and Kimberly felt right. They filled a void in his life, and he had a feeling it went way beyond sexual.

Conrad’s bottom clenched like his body was preparing for resistance. Kimberly’s fresh scent filled his senses, and he was driven to take her, dying to dive in between her legs and plunge toward his release. Instead, he ate, licking at her pussy lips, sipping at her juices, and devouring the taste of her as she rode his tongue, clasping her hand tighter and tighter around his nape.

Conrad lost himself in her arousal. Cupping her behind, he feasted on her spicy flavor, embedding his tongue as high as he could manage, staking his claim while impaling her with more force than he realized he possessed. She cried out his name and he savored the way she called to him, became lost in her words, her sound, and her fiery touch.