[PolyAmour: Erotic Paranormal Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, vampires, sex-shifters, shape-shifters]
Conrad Cleveland isn’t ready for a relationship, much less designated mates. He has valid reasons he wants to avoid the shifters waiting to claim him. A very old vampire, Conrad understands the sacrifices he’s expected to make. The sex-shifters waiting to claim their vampire have no idea what transformations Conrad will soon face.
With the holidays approaching, Conrad is left without choices, and he’s forced to accept the fact his skirt-chasing days are over. He reluctantly acknowledges the consequences of finding his shifter mates, and through them, Conrad discovers a most unusual but quite perfect kind of love.
A Siren Erotic Romance
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.”