Page 16 of Greer's Change

The next few days are filled with awkward skirting around each other.

We’re at a stalemate.

Every time I see Seiran, I tell him to get lost. Every time he sees me, he bats his dark lashes and tries to pull me in with playful smiles meant to make my brain melty.

He’s too good-looking while trying to convince me to let him stay. It’s inconvenient having a legitimately crazy incubus squatting in my house.

Despite my meal outside the club a few days ago, I’m starving.

It’s becoming a real problem, because I almost think I’d agree to let Seiran stay if he would let me feed from him.

He’s really not a bad roommate. He even helped the movers carry in my things yesterday. They arrived while I was still sleeping, and, rather than wake me, he assisted and supervised them unloading everything into the garage. It was thoughtful, especially since I’ve been trying to evict him at every turn.

Coming around the corner into the living room, I’m busy pondering how I could even tackle a conversation that included allowing him to stay in exchange for feeding me regularly.

My feet tangle together, and I stumble.

The incubus is stretched across the chaise lounge with his impressive cock in his clawed hand.

My knees clench as I wobble forward, clearly dick drunk.

His head swivels in my direction, and black, void-like eyes meet mine as he smirks. This asshole really is brave enough to smirk while pleasuring himself on sweet Granny Rollins’s favorite chaise lounge.

God rest her soul.

My fangs descend as he really gets into it. I pull my hand up, blocking them from sight. Apparently, he’s not deterred at all by an audience, which is equally hot and infuriating.

“Did your fangs just pop for me?” The smug little tilt to his lips makes my teeth ache to bite him.

Is it safe to feed from an incubus?

Cole moves even farther up my shit list for leaving me completely uneducated aboutevery single partof being a vampire.

“What are you doing?” I snap to distract from that thought, but I’m still getting used to having fangs, so it comes out slurred and raspy.

Seiran smiles even wider, and his cock jumps in his grip. “What does it look like?”

My nipples tighten as he thrusts up into his fist.

Good God, those are a lot of abs.

Obliques stacked on top of obliques.

That’s not natural. No one has that many. It’s against the laws of nature or something.

My mouth waters.

I need to lick each and every one of them.

Repeatedly.

So many times.

I shake my head, trying to clear the haze of lust. “I asked you a question.”

“I’m fucking my fist,” he says in a sensual tone that sends a shiver down my spine.

“You have a bedroom…” I frown. I don’t know that for a fact, but it would make sense. “Right?”

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