Chapter 19: Reign

Chapter Nineteen

Reign

S iren are sensual, sexual creatures, which is why it’s fascinating to watch Greer’s cheeks turn pink before my eyes. She’s utterly darling, way too young for any of us, and far too sweet. And yet, there’s no chance I’ll do the honorable thing and walk away.

She’s officially bonded to two of my best friends. That means she’s stuck in my orbit, and I don’t need to feel guilty about the staggering level of attraction I feel toward her.

“Novak said that it should be perfectly safe for you to consume my blood now,” I murmur, sliding my slick hands down her sides. My fingers tease over her ass and down to cup her cheeks. “Ready, darling?” I lift her, pulling her to rest against my chest.

“Yep.” Her eyes get huge, and she glances away as her fangs pop.

Fuck me. She’s entirely too tender to be surrounded by the likes of us, but I’ll greatly enjoy corrupting her.

I twist until her back hits the cool tile. Her feet dig into my ass, and I focus on anything except how easily I could fuck up into her with a mere swivel of my hips.

“I like the baby fangs. They’re sexy.” I grin, bumping my cheek against hers until she meets my eyes. “Now, we need to get moving before you get fidgety because of how far away Novak is.”

“That’s crazy,” she whispers. It comes out a little slurred from her fangs, and I can’t help myself.

I capture her lips. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she grinds against my pelvis. My forearm lands on the tile above her head, and I move my hand to cup her cheek. Her fang nicks the side of my tongue, and she sucks at the wound. It doesn’t take long for her fingers to dig into my hair. She tugs my head aside and strikes my throat.

“I was going to offer you my wrist,” I say, biting back the moan that wants to escape as her venom pulses through my system. “But the neck works too. Fucking hell, your venom might be more potent now.”

She wiggles around, like she’s trying to grind her clit over my pelvis for some friction, and I shove her against the wall with more force than intended. It produces a groan from her lush lips that are wrapped around my skin. If I wasn’t enjoying the desperate way she clutches at me, I’d release my shadows to pin her arms above her head.

Her tongue teases over my skin, like she truly relishes tasting my blood. Unfortunately, she slams me with another round of her venom. It makes my cock pulse as precum drips from my tip, which bumps around her thigh as she wiggles.

“Keep shimmying your hips, and you’ll have me inside you before you know it,” I say, mentally weighing if I could jerk myself off with a shadow without her realizing.

She lets out a little humph , and her fangs retract. It fills my chest with pride when she swipes her tongue over the bite to clean and seal it. It’s strangely satisfying to know I taught her that.

My fingers dig into her jaw as my thumb teases over her soft skin. “You even cut yourself off. Excellent job.”

Her lips tip up as she looks up at me with her big gray eyes. “Thanks.” Her breathless tone doesn’t help my balls from throbbing.

It’s fine.

Things are just getting started between us, and I do enjoy a good chase.

Having clothing delivered for Greer was the right call.

Could I have taken her by her grandmother’s house? Absolutely. But seeing her in the dress and heels I picked out really does it for me.

Technically, I claimed her first. She drank from me that night in the alleyway, and I told Novak that I was interested. The fucker just had to go and claim her on top of their connection through the maker bond.

I’m even more torn because sharing doesn’t come standard in my default settings.

Fae are often polyamorous, with multiple males mating a single female. A lot of that has to do with the ratio of male to female births. Females are coveted, and fae society is matriarchal. However, the human realm boasts a nearly fifty-fifty split. And over the last several hundred years, I’ve been spoiled, preferring to be the center of attention for anyone I was seeing.

Novak never shied away from bringing Seiran in to get both him and his partners high on lust. Although, to my knowledge, the incubus only watched and lent his magic, instead of actually participating.

My head tilts as I try to recall a single instance when I’ve seen Seiran with a sexual partner. My eyebrows rise, realizing I can’t remember one.

That can’t be right.

But every memory simply consists of him feeding off the excess lust in the club and then using his power to multiply it back to the audience.

Interesting.

I speed up my pace to ensure I get to the back door of Rut before Greer. Typing in my code on the keypad, the employee-only entrance pops open.

Greer’s pinkish-blonde hair bounces as she twists to smile over her shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Do you still wish to check on Seiran first?”

She nods. “Yeah, if possible.”

I believe her feelings might be hurt that she woke up to me and not her maker or her newly claimed mate. I mean, based on the bite mark on her neck, I assume Novak also claimed her. I’m just not sharing that information, because it’s not my place to do so.

“Let’s find the incubus.” I slide up behind her, planting my hand on her hip to guide her from behind. “Now, in the interest of full disclosure, Rut is an entirely different atmosphere to Chaos. It’s three stories, much like the club, but if you’ll notice, we’re in a separate building.”

“The Monster’s Den is like that back in Haven. I worked at Venom, which is the nightclub, but The Den is a full-on sex club for monsters.”

“Very good.” I continue leading her down the hallway. “The bottom floor of Rut is made up of the meeting room. It’s much like a smaller club with a bar and dancing, couches, and more secluded areas. The other half of the main floor is…” Gods. I don’t even know how to describe it. A free-for-all? The room where the orgies take place? Where the guests go when they don’t want the trouble of securing one of the private rooms upstairs? “…much more sexually active.”

Greer sighs. “I think I’ll be fine, as long as Seiran isn’t participating. Our bond is fresh, and we need to have so many important conversations.”

Yes, I’m sure they do.