Club Heat, 4
Trixie Wheeler is the latest bartender at Soul City’s famous Club Heat, where passion grows as brightly as the evening moon. Happily mated with three bear shifters, Trixie has all the protection she needs from the Fire Vampires, a rogue group of villains that hold allegiance to no other supernatural creature. But despite the company, passion, and protection, Trixie finds her thoughts wandering upstairs to the vampire club, where the undead dance the night away…though she’s not sure why.
When Trixie gets separated from her pack, she stumbles across a gorgeous vampire named Adrian and his just as stunning identical twin, Cenek. When the two reveal to her that she’s a vampire’s mate—a human being genetically hard-wired to mate vampires—Trixie must decide between her passion for the pack or the immortal life she would die to be a part of.
Be Warned: menage sex, anal sex
The best part of mating with shifters, at least in Trixie’s mind, was the distinctive characteristics each one of them brought to the table. She had stability with Bobby, good conversation with Trinity, and companionship with Saul, even if it were in the loosest sense of the word. Even though Trixie thought of the vampires often, hanging out with the shifters was definitely enough to keep a girl happy in the meantime. In fact, she often wondered why she was so hung up on the vamps in the first place. It didn’t make much sense for a girl who had everything going for her, smack dab in the heart of the exciting Soul City.
Luckily, the shifters were always ready to distract her.
“How was work?” Saul asked with a big grin, his arms open.
She took him in a hug and he kissed the top of her head. Trixie smiled, warming a little inside. Good old Saul.
“It was workish.” Trixie hugged every member of the pack before she hopped up on the pool table and crossed her ankles. “How was your night of being bear shifters?”
The pack laughed collectively, as they often did.
“Interesting, actually,” Bobby said, his expression becoming serious. “Those fire vampires are out of damned control around here. I don’t know who they think they are, but they’ve just about worn my patience thin trespassing in our territory.”
“I second that,” said Trinity. “I was on the balcony smoking a cigar earlier this evening and I saw a whole flock of them run by.”
“Shit,” Trixie said. “What did you guys do?”
“Shifted,” Saul said with a shake of his head. “And chased them down.”
“Oh my God,” Trixie said. “And?”
“We confronted them,” Bobby told her. “And they talked their shit and we talked ours, but they were the ones who ended up backing off.”
“Nobody wants to fight a bear,” Saul said with a grin, crossing his arms. “Hell, I don’t even rough and tumble with these losers anymore.”
Bobby punched him on the arm.
“Have you guys talked to the regular vamps about them?” Trixie asked. “I mean, nobody likes these guys, right?”
“Pretty much,” Bobby said with a smile. “We don’t exactly have to talk with them to figure that out. I say we leave the fire vampires to our own devices unless things get out of hand. It’s already strange enough having to work with other packs.”
“Wolves and tigers and bears,” Trinity said.
“Oh my,” Trixie said with a smile, and pulled her hair from its up-do. “So, um, I have a confession to make before we go to this party tonight.”
The bears exchanged a three-way glance before they nailed her with a communal gaze.
“What’s that?” Saul asked, moving forward so she could wrap her legs around his.
Trixie drew a hand down his chest. “I have always wanted to break in this pool table,” she said. “I know the other bartenders, Kit and Rachel and Janika, are wild children as well, but I don’t think they’ve ever taken that big bad pool table step.”
Saul laughed and took her in a kiss, running his hands along her thighs and pulling her dress up.
Trixie moaned as he leaned her back so that she lay across the pool table, and the other shifters appeared at her sides, their hands not shy as they ran caresses down her waist and hips. It was only a matter of moments before her pack had removed her little black dress, which lay helplessly on the floor as if shocked at the speed in which it had been discarded. Kisses trailed her collarbone onto the tops of her breasts, and Trixie opened her eyes to see Trinity above her.
Saul moved back and between her legs, planting warm kisses along her white cotton panties, wetting the fabric as he went.
Trixie heaved a sigh of pleasure into Trinity’s mouth, his kiss deep and smooth as it always was. Bobby’s hands grazed her breasts and slid around her back to unhook her bra, which ended up keeping her dress company on the club floor. She felt her panties slip down to her ankles, making their way down until they hung at the toe of her black stiletto.