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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