Sex Shifters and a Vampire: An Unlikely Christmas Match (3 page)

“Yes?”

“It’s Kim.”

“Kim the woman or Kim with the dick?”

A dry chuckle filled the line. “Which do you prefer?”

“I’d like to be left alone if you want to know the truth.”

“Then why were you thinking of me just then?”

Kim the man.
Kim with the enchanting gruff voice and eyes bluer than the
Pacific Ocean
. Kim, the one practically poured into denim, making the material appear like it had been dripped over finely shaped thighs and a really tight ass.

“I wasn’t.” Conrad lied, deluding himself. He didn’t understand his bizarre and unusual fantasies, so why should he admit he had them?

A long silence separated them more than any actual distance.

“Is anyone there?” Conrad finally asked.

“You didn’t answer my question. Which do you prefer?”

Conrad grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. He popped the top and took a sip. The cold fluid burned all the way down, reminding him of why he typically didn’t consume alcohol. “Why are you calling? What do you want, Kim?”

“Are you hungry, Conrad?”

“No.”

“Are you thirsty?” Kim growled.

“No.”

“Good God, vampires lie more than cowboys, don’t they?”

Probably. But he couldn’t speak for one or the other. Conrad considered himself forty-nine percent vampire and fifty-one percent cowboy. It worked to his advantage when he tried to resist the temptation of blood. He liked to farm, and he couldn’t do that if he was always on the run from town to town trying to avoid being called out as a vampire. Then again, his luck had run its course here in
Tennessee
.

“I want to come over.”

“I’m going to bed.”

“Can I come, too?” Kim crooned.

Conrad’s balls felt weighted down with cinder blocks, which was why he’d decided to turn in early. He had every intention of jacking-off a couple of times, consuming a few shots of whiskey, and pleasuring himself all over again before he went to sleep.

“Conrad, you can’t change fate.”

He could try.

“Conrad?”

“What?”

“I’ll see you in a few.”

Conrad closed his phone. So much for playing with himself and going to bed early. He had a determined man or woman hell-bent on paying him a visit. Kim’s intentions—and apparently Kim had plenty—shot his personal plans straight to hell.

He leered at the window. Maybe he wasn’t damned yet. He could provide a few diversions.

Conrad packed the cooler. He might have a hard time slurping down a few beers, but at least he’d have something to drink. Considering he continued to taste Kim’s—or Kimberly’s—blood, which was undoubtedly one in the same, he welcomed any kind of reasonable fluid distraction.

He grabbed his keys from the small desk located next to the back door and headed to the barn. Kim couldn’t seduce what Kim couldn’t find.

Feeling rather confident, Conrad rushed toward the center of the barn and just about made it to his four-wheeler, when a woman’s shapely curves caught his attention.

He dropped the cooler at his feet. “You scared the hell out of me!”

Kimberly twirled a lock of long, golden hair around one slender finger. “You seem determined to hurt my feelings.”

“How am I doing that exactly?”

“You’re running from me.”

She was right. “I’m going for a ride,” he said, grabbing the cooler from the ground and walking toward the large ATV.

Kimberly followed him. Her light footsteps turned heavy by the time Conrad uncovered the vehicle.

The clomping of boots against the frozen ground were unmistakably worn by a persuasive man. Kim was all male with a large ego. And Conrad allowed himself to indulge, pondering what other concealed attributes contributed to Kim’s cocksure attitude.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Kim said, circling the big boy’s toy. “Can I ride?”

Conrad took a deep breath. The sudden switches between male and female counterparts grated Conrad’s nerves.

“Is that a trick question?” Conrad asked.

“It could be.” Kim separated the distance between them. “Don’t move,” he said in an endearing voice. Conrad froze when Kim’s fingers slid over his mouth, cheeks, and forehead.

When Conrad’s body reacted to Kim’s touch, he decided he’d had enough. “Where’s your friend?”

“You know we’re one in the same.”

Conrad returned to the task of securing the ice chest on the back of the utility vehicle. “It wouldn’t do me any good to tell you to stay here, would it?”

“I’m going with you,” Kim stated flatly, swinging his right leg over the back of the leather seat and patting the spot in front of him.

Conrad reluctantly hopped on. “This will be a short ride.”

“I hope not,” Kim whispered in his ear. “Remember, I like a stud with a lot of stamina.”

* * * *

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 control.

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.