Page 37 of Greer's Change

“What’s too much, kitten?” Seiran asks.

“That,” she whispers. “I don’t need more of that.”

My hand lands on her cheek, pulling her hair back. “Are you craving something else?”

Like…brain or human flesh? I don’t say the words. If she was, I believe her instincts would have pulled her to the floor to take the readily available meal.

“Gross,” she says. Seiran chuckles, and she grabs his hand, giving it a squeeze. “You saved me. I feel much better.”

Isaved her.

“Novak did all the heavy lifting,” Seiran says. The look of soft affection on his face as he stares down at her seems to be giving me indigestion.

She’smyprogeny, which reminds me. “One last step, pet. You’ll need to drink a bit of my blood.”

Greer gasps, like she only just realized I’m here. The sound of the humans fucking bounces around the room as she turns to face me, smacking me with a considerable amount of her hair right in my mouth, but I ignore it.

“Thank you.” She swallows thickly as she gets situated, and her eyes dilate as they meet mine. “I was sure I was going to die and?—”

“We’ll talk more after your slumber. For now, you need to feed from me to solidify the transformation,” I say, keeping my tone as soothing as I’m capable of.

I prepare to bring my wrist to her mouth, but the naughty fledgling moves first. Her fully white eyes meet mine, and she tosses her face into the crook of my neck.

Pure ecstasy radiates out from the bite and through my body. She has no control over her venom, and it’s exceptionally potent for one as young as she is. My cock hardens, and the way her fingers dig into my skull doesn’t help. Her fangs are buried quite deep, but the flick of her tongue against my skin is a nice distraction.

I chuckle aloud when she uses her newfound strength to roll me onto my back. She scrambles on top of me, and my hands naturally migrate to her ass.

“I thought the neck was reserved for mates.” Seiran’s forehead wrinkles as he leans over her back, running his hand down her spine.

My eyes narrow.

It is, but for this feeding, it won’t hurt to allow her access to a major artery. She has no way of knowing the faux pas she just committed. My maker would have had no trouble correcting me, but she’s quite tender. I don’t think she’d handle being corrected very well.

On top of all of that, it’s been a traumatic day for her.

I can make a onetime exception.

Good God.

I’m already going soft.

This might be a problem.

“Little one,” I coo, palming Greer’s ass. “We’re going to need to work on teaching you how to hold back that venom.”

She grunts, barely sipping at my blood. It’s the way her fingers dig into my jaw and shoulder that makes the moment feel more intimate than it is.

Seiran runs his fingers down her core from where he sits behind her.

I hope he doesn’t think he’s going to fuck her while she feeds from me. If anyone will be fucking my progeny, it will be me.

“I’ve been wondering about that,” the incubus says. “Do you think the overly potent venom is a result of her siren blood?”

Hmm.

That could be it.

Full-blooded siren have the ability to lure in partners, using some combination of their magic and natural attraction. Sexual contact, and being desired in turn, refuels their power.

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