Page 7 of Greer's Change

“Of course, give me a second. I’ll hook you up,” the bartender says, spinning around.

“You know, there are perks to being clear enough that you can consent,” the man at my side says, grinning mischievously.

I tilt to face him. “Oh, yeah? Like what?” My teeth ache, and I pull a hand up to block them from view.

This is so bad, but my hunger is never going to be sated if I don’t feed.

“Want to dance with me?” the human asks.

Grabbing cash from my bra, I toss it down on the counter as the bartender drops my drink.

“Does that cover it and a tip?” I ask, still blocking my mouth from view.

He nods, tossing a ten back at me. “Enjoy.”

“Thanks.” I grab the glass, taking a solid swig. My face contorts into a frown. “Oh, that’s awful.”

“Let me try,” the human says, snagging the tumbler. He takes a quick sip. “That is genuinely terrible.”

“If your offer still stands, I’d love to dance.”

A playful smile crosses his face. “Let’s do it.”

Dancing turns to grinding so naughty, my thighs clench around his knee that’s currently resting between legs.

“You smell sweet as fuck,” he growls close to my ear as he bends lower.

My entire body jolts. As far as I know, only shifters, and maybe apex demons, can produce that type of sound.

My head tilts as I move to study his face.

He’s gorgeous.

Most supernaturals are, so it’s nothing new to be surrounded by beautiful people, but he’s exceptionally handsome for a mortal.

His shaggy brown curls fall over his forehead as his dark eyes sparkle. “We could get out of here…”

“Yeah,” I agree, nodding wildly. “I want to do that.”

He chuckles, palming my ass. “I’m living for that level of enthusiasm.” He turns me and leads us toward the back doors instead of the front. “Don’t worry, pretty siren. I’m excited too.”

Ever since I was changed, my heart beats slower, but it seems to be racing at the moment. Whatever his name is pulls me in front of him and, even though he’s human, the crowd parts for us as he guides me from behind.

My overall body temperature is lower now, but I’m hoping he won’t notice. His hand hits the push lever for the emergency exit, and it pops open with no alarm.

Hmm. He seemed pretty confident that wouldn’t be a problem. Showing girls out the back is likely his MO, but it doesn’t bother me. Supernaturals are immune to all STIs, and now that I’m a vampire, I don’t have to worry about any pesky pregnancies popping up.

Not that I’m sure that’s where this is headed, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

He tugs me out the door and swings me around until my back hits the brick wall. My nose wrinkles, picking up the many unpleasant smells, but they all disappear as he shoves his mouth to mine.

A low growl rattles out of his chest.

If I wasn’t so lost to the way he devours me, I might notice that humans aren’t supposed to growl, but maybe he’s just a growly guy. Either way, my lady bits are really fond of that sound.

He wraps one forearm under my backside, lifting me off the ground. My feet circle his ass as my back slams against the brick wall. His scent makes my nose twitch, but his tongue works around mine in a way that makes it impossible to focus on anything outside of that.

My fangs descend, and one nicks the side of his tongue. I clutch at his back, trying to tug him closer, but he pulls back.

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