Page 17 of Greer's Change

“Yeah, but I like looking at the paintings of Granny. She was kind of hot back in the day.”

“Ohmigod, ew,” I hiss, still covering my mouth. He has the audacity to laugh at the look of horror covering my face.

“Aww, kitten. Are you sad I’m not envisioning yourtightlittle body instead?” His voice is pure sexual heat and gravel. “Because, I assure you, that can be arranged.”

My newly turned status has to be what makes me take a step forward. Or maybe it’s that little drip of pre-cum on the head of his cock.

It could go either way.

I barely hold myself back from pouncing. He’s clearly willing, and my pussy aches to be filled. My stomach rumbles with the empty, hungry feeling that never seems to go away these days.

Uh-oh.

Thismightbe a problem.

He holds the bottom of his shaft with thick fingers while swiping his other thumb over the tip.

My mouth waters as my fangs throb.

I freaking whimper in response.

“You’re looking a little riled, aren’t you?” He chuckles, bringing his sticky thumb to his mouth. “Are you hungry?”

My chest heaves, which is weird, because I don’t need to breathe. Literally, it’s rising and falling like I just ran a marathon.

I glare at my nipples.

They’re so hard, they stick out, making it obnoxiously clear that I’m either really cold or extremely turned on.

Vampires aren’t easily affected by temperature changes. So, we’ll leave that up to deductive reasoning.

It’s when his long, forked tongue flicks out, licking off his own cum, that my knees go a little weak.

A moan escapes my lips.

“Can vampires feed on demons?” I ask nonchalantly.

“It’s perfectly safe for you to drink my blood,” he says, his tone smug. “You know I can feel your desire for me. It’s giving me a nice little buzz, when I wasravenous. Are you parched?” His eyes glow a bluish-silvery-pink that signals his magic.

I try to swallow, but my mouth and throat are dry as hell, which is the opposite of my soaked pussy.

My hand flies to my forehead as realization dawns. “You know I am because you’re using your magic on me!”

“Making a vampire thirsty isn’t one of my many gifts.” He chuckles, flicking his tongue out. “Well, I could intensify your desire for my cock, but I have no ability to manifest want where there is none.”

He runs his thumb over the weeping slit as he jerks himself with zero shame.

And I pounce.

Honestly, I have no idea how it happens.

One second, I’m standing, wiggling my hips to try to satiate my aching clit…and the next, my shirt is gone while I kneel between his spread thighs on the too-small sofa.

“Fuck me,” he growls, his head falling back as I slap away his hand and replace it with my own. His shaft is thick and veiny, throbbing in my hand as I work him up and down. He wraps a clawed hand in my hair as I moan, circling his crown in teasing licks.

My eyes clench closed as I savor his salty, manly taste.

It’s incredible, and I want more.

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