Page 21 of Greer's Change

Her hands grip my forearms, holding on to the point it’s almost painful. It’s something that happens frequently with baby vampires who are adjusting to their newfound strength.

“I need to go,” she whispers. “It’s nearing daybreak. I have to sleep.”

“Not just yet.” I grab the body wash and carefully work around the area where I marked her with my cum. No one would willingly speak about themselves the way she did. That was compulsion, plain and simple. “Tell me, who is your maker?”

Her head shakes violently, and she stumbles back.

“Okay,” I say soothingly. My hands wrap around her hips, and I twist her, pulling her back into my chest. “Did he release you?” I’m not sure why, but I feel like it’ll be easier if she doesn’t have to look at me as we have this conversation.

She nods, letting out a heavy breath.

Jesus Christ.

That’s an extremely painful process for the progeny.

The younger the vampire, the more traumatic it is to their system.

“How old are you?” It’s pretty clear her maker compelled her prior to abandoning her. Answering questions she’s been directed not to can cause physical pain, varying from mild to severe, depending on how hard she tries to override the compulsion.

“Twenty-eight.”

“What did you do on your last birthday?” I ask, helping her turn to rinse off.

She exhales in what I think is relief. Her head falls back against my chest as I grab more soap for both of our bodies. She doesn’t fight my touch as I scrub from her belly to her breasts.

“Went on adaytimehike. That night, my friend and I went to a bar to celebrate.” She shivers as I tease her nipple, running my lips over her shoulder.

“Is that friend a vampire?”

“No,” she gasps, stretching a hand back to stroke my cock. “A shifter.”

“Have any vampire friends?”

“My friend’s little brother. He’s mostly harmless.” Her ass wiggles against my cock, and it grows increasingly difficult to stay focused on my investigation.

I nuzzle my cheek to hers from behind. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Maybe? Is it working?”

I laugh.

“I’m still hungry. I don’t think I fed enough.” She frowns, spinning to face me. “Do you know if there’s a blood delivery service or something in Black Cove?”

“There’s not, but don’t fret. You’ve got a willing donor within reach.”

Her pretty pink tongue darts out, licking her lips. “Really? After I…”

“If you need to eat before bed, we should do that in here,” I say, squatting to maneuver a forearm under her ass. She doesn’t object, so I lift her. She scrambles up me, wrapping her legs around my ass as her hands link behind my head. I spin us until her back rests against the tile wall. Her eyes turn milky white. My dick perks up, remembering the intense pleasure of her bite. “Do you know where to bite?”

She nods, running her tongue over her adorable little baby fangs.

There’s no way she was turned more than a year ago because of what she said about her birthday, but I would have picked that up merely from seeing her teeth up close.

In my defense, I was preoccupied the last time I saw them.

“I think so,” she says, but her words are distorted by her fangs.

“Try to hold back on the venom this time,” I suggest, running a hand over the back of her head. “I mean, unless you get off on making me embarrass myself.”

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