Page 66 of Greer's Change

Pleasure lights through my system, starting in my lower back and expanding through all my nerve endings simultaneously.

I growl, slamming my forearm against her lower back to trap her in place. I’m not sure why it feels like she’ll try to escape, but my instincts want to keep her from getting away. She shivers against my chest, gyrating her hips as she milks my cock. Her fangs finally release from my throat, and I roll us. She blinks up at me, and I don’t hesitate to move to her throat. It’s the sideopposite from where Novak put his claim, and it’s where I’ll be putting my half of our bondmark.

My cock is still rock hard as my canines puncture her soft flesh, and I rock into her, aiming for her G-spot. Her nails rake down my back, spurring me on.

The bond fully settles into place to the symphony of her begging moans. Pure satisfaction radiates in my chest as I lick my bite to seal it.

She’s officially mine forever.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Greer

For being so slender, Reign is comfy to snuggle with. I’m just about to fall asleep when Seiran joins us. His clawed hands land on my hips, lifting me off Reign’s cock, but he doesn’t move me from lying on the mimic’s chest. His forked tongue flicks over my pussy, and I groan.

“Holy shit.” My hips wiggle, because even in my overstimulated state, his tongue is incredible.

My clit rubs against Reign’s half-hard cock, and everything feels extra dirty with Seiran’s face buried in my ass from behind.

“Nothing like a little cum cleanup before bed.” Novak laughs and stretches a hand over to palm the back of my head. “Hopefully you’re happy. You’re stuck with all three of us for eternity.”

I snort as my face rolls around Reign’s chest. Maybe I’m high on euphoria and too many orgasms, but that sounds divine.

The next several nights pass peacefully. The guys bring me by Lisette’s shop to pay for the spell she partially created, but she refuses to take my money.

Novak leaves a check near her tarot cards, which makes me laugh. He’s old school. I’ve never had a checkbook in my life. It’s still very thoughtful of him to handle making sure the old witch gets paid.

Bart comes to Chaos on the fourth evening to ask another round of questions, and when he’s done, he informs us the women were never properly registered. That line is a dead end, but at least Novak and Seiran aren’t in any trouble for killing them.

It makes my stomach churn to think about it. Cole is to blame, not those women. They were under his compulsion, and I wish we could have found some way to spare them. I think it feels so raw because I understand how easily that could have been me.

Seiran sits next to me on the sofa as we wait for Novak and Reign to finish up whatever they’re working on out in the club. My incubus has spent the last few nights trying to teach me how to crochet. He also knits, which I find utterly adorable. His hands move back and forth as he continues weaving the yarn into the proper pattern while I scroll on my phone to pass time.

Some fae have allergies to electricity, but my human side has always protected me from the worst of it.

The door to Novak’s office slams open, and my head twists to see who’s coming in, but there’s no one. Blinking a few times for good measure, I try to determine what’s happening. The door slowly begins to close, but there’s still nothing there.

Seiran tugs one of his knitting needles free of the little holder and flings it across the room toward the closing door.

“That was rude.” Hazel materializes just in front of the wall with the knitting needle trapped in her closed fist.

“Why did no one ever teach me to defend myself?” I mutter, shoving off the couch. “Are you okay?”

Her long hair sways with her movement as she strides forward, dropping the knitting needle into my hand. “I’m fine. I just wanted to come check on you.”

“There was an attack the other night, not by Cole, but by two of his newly turned vampires.” I gesture to the club chair next to the couch. Hazel takes a seat, and I curl up at Seiran’s side, handing him the knitting needle.

“Sorry about that,” he says, sliding it back into place in the leather roll that he keeps all his crochet hooks and knitting needles in. “You can never be too careful and all…”

Hazel blinks repeatedly before nodding. “You must have called Ember. She finally stopped blowing up my phone. Now, tell me more about this attack.”

The basics flow pretty quickly, and Hazel seems to listen intently.

“How exactly do you always manage to find Greer?” Seiran asks, without looking up from his crocheting project. “And why can’t you use that same trick to help us track down Cole?”

Hazel frowns. “I follow her soul vibration. I’ve never met Cole, making it impossible to track his vibration pattern.”

My head tilts, and now I’m the one frowning. “I still have a soul? I thought vampires were soulless creatures.”

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