Page 9 of Greer's Change

I rarely bother with that form. Having a physical body is my preference, but that, too, comes with its own costs.

To mimic the form of a being, like I’m pretending to be human now, I must first kill it by my own hand and thenconsume its flesh. A little like a zombie or ghoul but without the heinous exterior.

I’m sure the little not-quite-a-siren doesn’t have the first clue what I am. And I’m unreasonably fascinated by that. She’s out of her depth in Black Cove.

My mind gets hazy as I grind my cock against her core.

Fucking hell.

Her venom is potent.

I’ve been bitten on occasion over the last several hundred years.

Vampires are nearly unheard of in the fae realm of Faere, but the human realm is filled to the brim with the bloodsuckers.

I groan, tilting my head until I’m close enough to study her scent. My nostrils flare as I try to determine why her venom is so potent.

It’s always a euphoric feeling being bitten by a vampire, but in my two thousand years of life, I’ve never spilled my seed in my trousers like an adolescent.

“Gods, woman,” I groan, pulling her core up and down over my zipper.

Human clothing is obnoxiously tight. It’s grown more constricting over the years, which I find quite the nuisance.

Her naughty little tongue flicks over my flesh as her fangs clamp deeper. It causes another dose of venom to pulse through my system, making my already throbbing cock jolt.

Well, this is going to be embarrassing.The thought barely has time to form before I’m slamming her against the wall with force as my balls tighten and my cock jerks. A powerful orgasm rips through me as her venom pulses again.

I grind against her with zero shame.

She should be lucky I’m immortal.

Otherwise, I’d be dead right now.

My knees begin to shake as my vision goes hazy, but luckily, the wall is keeping her up. “Enough, lovely.”

She hisses and gulps even more deeply.

“Someone left you ill-prepared for our world,” I murmur, moving a hand to palm her head. “But unless you’d like to leave me a bloodless husk, I’m going to have to ask you to stop.”

The little vampire huffs, and I briefly consider allowing her to drain me dry. It’s a ludicrous thought. Spending the next several weeks replenishing is not high on my imaginary to-do list, but she does appear to be truly starving.

Where is her maker?

I’d like to have words with them.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Novak always sounds dangerous, but his tone seems especially lethal as it breaks the quiet of the moment.

She yelps as her fangs retract from my skin.

Blood bubbles from the wound, and she slaps a hand over it.

“Oh, no! I don’t know how to heal the bite,” she whispers, shoving her fingers into her teeth marks.

It doesn’t feel great, but I ignore the minor inconvenience.

“There are laws in Black Cove,” Novak growls.

That self-righteous bastard.

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