Page 22 of Greer's Change

Her complexion is on the pale side, but her cheeks turn rosy at my words.

“Come on, then,” I instruct. “That way, I can tuck you into bed.”

She smiles, blinking up at me, and then strikes with no further warning.

I moan, reveling in the bite of pain, but her tongue licks over my skin as the first traces of her venom hit my system. Yeah, I’m definitely going to be painting the floor with my cum before she’s full.

I pull my tail around, wrapping it around my cock, but make sure it brushes her pussy as I move. Might as well remind her how good it feels to come while feeding.

I’m sure fucking while drinking is even better.

We finish up our shower, and she doesn’t complain when I dry her off before dressing us both and carrying her into my bedroom.

I toss her down on the bed and aim for the windows. They have blackout panels that are specially fitted into each frame, but I pull the shade and curtains too.

When I turn to climb into bed at her side, she’s gathering a pillow and blanket. “Are you relegating me to the couch again?”

“No, you can have the bed.” She turns and heads for the closet.

“What are you doing?”

She yanks open the door, and my jaw falls. There’s some type of makeshift pallet on the floor of the walk-in closet.

“What’s that?” I flutter my wings, take flight, and land at her side.

“My bed.” She tosses the pillow down. “I get that there are curtains, and they seem pretty dark, but I didn’t think it was worth the risk.”

My fists clench at my sides.

She’s truly a newborn, and it’s clear her maker didn’t impart even the most basic of knowledge to make her never-ending existence easier.

“I promise you, that’s not necessary.” I grip her hips, pulling her back into my bare chest. She’s wearing a long T-shirt of mine, and I’m in sweats, but somehow her generous ass still manages to perfectly cup my cock.

“It doesn’t seem?—”

I cut her off, pushing my mouth to hers. Her head tilts as those puffy lips part to accommodate me.

My grip on her hip tightens as her tongue teases against mine. She melts into my chest as I learn the best way to tantalize her. She lets me lead, which I really enjoy. It’s difficult to remember that she needs rest. I nip at her lips and force myself to pull back.

“Black Cove is a hub for vampires, and the sanctuary ward is reinforced with UV protection.” I peck a final kiss on her lips. “Even if it wasn’t, this place was a bed-and-breakfast for years. All the windows have blackout liners that block any chance of you waking up a little crispy.”

“What?”

“Yeah, so, do me a favor and sleep in my bed instead of on the hard floor.”

“Your bed?” she asks with wide eyes.

“Yeah, kitten.Mybed. Granny Rollins died nearly five years ago. The house is a town landmark. I was appointed its guardian when your family indicated they had no interest in returning to claim it.”

“Holy shit,” she sputters as I lead her over, pulling back the comforter and nodding for her to climb in. “So, I waltzed intoyourhouse and tried to kick you out? Ohmigod, I’m homeless. I’ll never get my apartment in Haven back.”

“You’re cute.” I pull up the blanket, tucking it around her. “It’s still yours. I was fond of Granny. I offered my assistance before her death, although she did hope it wouldn’t be necessary.” I toss myself down on the opposite side. It’s down one pillow, since that’s in the closet, but I use my palm to hold up my head. “Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up, in case you’re hungry.”

“Thank you,” she mumbles sleepily.

It doesn’t take long for her to fall into a deep slumber.

Shoving myself out of bed, I aim for the living room downstairs. I left my cell phone there earlier, since I was preoccupied with the soft bundle of vampire, but I need to make a call.

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