Page 70 of Greer's Change

I bite my lip as the scent of potent human blood hits my nose.

I stumble forward, my eyes bugging. The two men stand around the cart, allowing their blood to flow into the punch bowl.

Novak watches them carefully, like he’s ensuring no complications arise. He smiles and nods for me to head to take a seat.

It’s difficult to force myself to focus on movingawayfrom the blood when my system aches to bury my face in it or to tip the bowl to my lips and drink it like the last bit of soup.

Shaking my head, I make myself put one foot in front of the other. My butt lands against the cushion as Novak pulls one of the guy’s wrists to his mouth. His tongue flicks out, sealing the wound.

He pats the man on the chest and moves to the other before repeating the process. “Thank you for honoring my unusual request. You may go.”

They walk to the door and exit without a backward glance while Novak uses the ladle to pour some of the blood into one of the glasses. He’s normally in some variation of a suit, but tonight, he’s wearing jeans and an untucked button-down with the cuffs rolled up.

He swaggers closer, sliding his gaze down my frame and back up to meet my eyes. “Hungry, pet?”

I nod, and my fangs slide down, which makes him appear even more amused. He takes a seat, twisting until his knees bump mine. Holding the tumbler in one hand, he wraps the other in the hair at the base of my skull and pulls my face closer to his. I turn, licking my lips and trying to calm my system. My tits are heavy and ache with the same pulse in my clit.

Damn, he’s sexy as hell. His commanding vibe and the fact he’s my sire only intensifies my attraction to him.

“Drink.” Novak tips the glass to my lips, and the rich, warm blood fills my mouth. He only offers a small sip before pulling the tumbler away and taking a drink of his own.

He brings his lips to mine, and blood spills around his tongue when it slides into my mouth. The sound of the glass clinking against the end table can’t distract me from the moment. Apparently, the only thing better than kissing a vampire is making it extra bloody.

Novak’s hand slides up my thigh, and his fingers brush over the front of my panties. He growls, teasing my mouth and magically locating my clit with very little effort. My legs spread wider to give him better access, but I’m heartbroken when he pulls away. His fingers disappear at the same time his lips do, and I whimper.

“Now, now, pet. I’ve got you,” Novak murmurs, bringing the glass to my lips once more. He tips it and gives me a larger swig. He gives me a chance to swallow and offers another before taking one himself. Without my vampiric senses, I wouldn’t be able to spot him drop the glass on the table and turn back to me. It happens so quickly that a blinking human would miss it. He grips my hips, turning me and laying me longways on the couch. His knee comes to rest between my thighs, and he prowls over me, licking his lips. “Can I have another taste?”

I nod and bury my fingers in his shirt, pulling him closer. He sensually tugs my lower lip between his teeth, but I focus on looping my other arm through his, so I can work on the buttons on his shirt.

I smile into the kiss as I get the first one undone. He brushes his fingers over my core once more. The leftover taste of blood as our tongues clash manages to make me yearn for him.

“Do you know how goddamn bad I ache to slide inside you?” he growls.

“Yeah, so do it,” I say, moving to the last button. It pops open, and I work lower to focus on his belt, button, and zipper. They open by muscle movement alone, which is lucky because all I can seem to focus on is the way Novak tugs my head to the side, sucking on his bondmark.

I finally wrap my hand around his cock, jerking it with uncoordinated movements. It’s the best I’ve got at the moment, but not Novak. He’s as collected as always as he tugs my earlobe with his teeth and crawls down until his face is just above my pussy. I grunt, sitting up slightly when I lose hold of his cock.

“No, arms up here. You touching me is too much when I feel everything you’re feeling.” He grabs my arms and repositions them over my head. Holding himself up using his knee and his core, he slides his calloused hands up my thighs. He rips each side string of my thong before tugging the remnants of the fabric from under my ass and tossing it aside. He stretches back over me with a dangerous smile tipping at his lips. “Just need a little taste of these lips before working my way back down.”

He devours me. There’s no other way to describe the frantic kiss. It’s over all too soon, and in a millisecond his weight disappears, and his tongue swirls around my clit. He spreads my lower lips with what feels like one hand and a very thick finger teases my opening.

Novak has had a lot of practice learning how to drive a woman insane. It’s evident in how he alternates between slow, rolling licks and hyper-speed flicks, all while barely teasing half a finger inside me. It confuses my system, and my pussy clenches, desperate for something to squeeze.

“Please!” I sob, my top half bowing off the cushions. “I need more. I’m being good, I promise! I even linked my fingers together, so I wouldn’t move my hands.”

He chuckles darkly. “You are a good girl. Aren’t you, pet? Come all over my tongue, and we’ll see about getting my cock inside you.”

I whimper and my head thrashes as he goes back to tonguing me with that vampire-only speed. It’s so fast that it almost stings, but it also makes my inner muscles quake.

“At least give me a full finger.” I stretch my legs out and lock my feet behind his back. It succeeds in spreading me open even wider, and Novak takes pity on me. He gives me two fingers and aims themperfectlyat my G-spot.

I don’t think it takes a full minute before my nipples tighten painfully under the silky material of my dress. His tongue lavishes my clit, and my hands finally leave the arm of the couch.

I bury my fingers in his hair as I tumble over the edge. Pleasure radiates out through every cell in my body as my inner walls lock down on his thick digits. I writhe around the cool leather, riding out the intense orgasm.

Novak slows his teasing of my clit, and while I’m in the process of determining which way is up, he slides an arm between my lower back and the couch cushion. He lifts me, and the next thing I know, he’s standing with me held to his chest.

I dive for him, shoving my mouth to his. He tastes like me, which is sexy and makes me feel a little like a cavewoman because he smells like me too.

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