Chapter 30: Novak

Chapter Thirty

Novak

M y annoyance is sky-high, but I smile as politely as I can while handing over a one-hundred-thousand-dollar check. It’s a small price to pay to secure Greer’s life, but their smug attitude makes me ache to drain them both dry.

My eyes flutter closed, and I enjoy the vision playing out. They wouldn’t be so confident if my fangs were buried in their skin. Still, I can’t give away my true feelings on the matter, so I force my eyes back to their normal state before opening them.

The humans finally leave the employee lounge, and my eyes meet Reign’s. “Was I cordial?”

He chuckles, swirling his Macallan in his tumbler. “Indeed.”

Fear like I haven’t experienced in ages rips through my chest. It’s not my own, and it takes only another half second to recognize it comes from Greer.

“Something is wrong,” I hiss. “Where did Seiran take Greer?”

Reign drops his glass and siphons the few feet to me. “He mentioned earlier that he might take her to the cemetery to pay their respects to her grandmother.” He grabs the front of my shirt, and we siphon through the air.

We land just outside the graveyard, and my head whips around, scanning.

“I don’t hear them. Check the old woman’s home and ours. I’ll do a quick sweep of the graveyard and backtrack toward the club,” I instruct, already in motion.

It takes me mere seconds to circle the cemetery and determine they aren’t here.

Greer’s terror increases.

My system draws me toward town with a fervency I didn’t know existed until Greer came into my life. On occasion, I have watched Seiran make his ridiculous trips to the old woman’s gravesite, which gives me confidence I’m on the correct path.

I spot them when I’m still too far away to do a damn thing to help. My eyesight is far superior to most creatures, but I amp up my speed to its maximum as the female slams Greer against a brick wall.

My progeny rips out a handful of the female vampire’s hair and stares at it in sheer horror as the blonde strands fall from her fingers.

Seiran fights against another female vampire a few feet away, but I trust him to handle himself. I come to a shaky stop just behind the female pinning Greer to the wall. My clawed hand stretches toward her shoulder to spin her toward me, but I readjust when she aims her claws for Greer’s chest.

I snap through her ribs, slamming with enough force that my claws rake the front set as my fingers wrap around her heart. I tug the organ through the broken bone, eviscerating it in my fist without even meaning to.

The woman’s body falls to the ground, and I study Greer’s face twisted in fear.

“I’m here. No need to worry.” Bringing my clean hand up, I brush my fingers over her cheek. It’s barely a tease of a touch, but Seiran is too soft to take a life. I’ll need to handle his adversary.

My body twists to appraise the situation. A crunching sound fills the air, and Seiran doesn’t stop twisting until either his strength or claws or some combination of the two remove her head from her shoulders.

I blink repeatedly.

In no universe did I see that coming.

I nod. “Good job.”

“Shit, we should have staked them. This is going to be a nightmare to declare to the paranormal council.” Seiran frowns, dropping the head next to the woman’s body.

He’s not wrong.

It will require additional red tape.

Who knows why, but vampires only disintegrate when they’re staked through the heart. Perhaps lore is to blame. I have no fucking idea.

“What happened?” I ask, although I have a feeling I already know.

“They knew who Greer was. My guess is they were sent by her previous maker.” Seiran sighs, shaking his head.

Dammit. We’ll need to report this. It’ll only strengthen our case to show Greer and Seiran were attacked. It’ll leave an additional paper trail to cover our asses, because one way or another, I will be ending her maker.

I spin back to assess Greer, and Reign chooses that exact second to materialize in front of her. He pulls her into his arms, so I tug my phone free of my pocket.

Bart is going to hate me for interrupting his night, but the more Greer’s former maker annoys our council liaison, the more likely Bart will be to sweep it under the rug when I ruthlessly end Cole.

Greer seems dazed, but she does her best to recall the events that occurred. Reign didn’t see anything important, which is good because Bart allows him to leave with Greer once she’s finished with her statement.

Several council lackeys that I don’t recognize are responsible for taking pictures of the women—likely in an attempt to see if they’re in the database. Once they’re done, they bag the bodies.

Seiran and I give our statements, and it feels like seven years pass waiting for Bart to handwrite it all in his notebook.

The North American Paranormal Council must still operate like they did fifty or a hundred years ago. Normally, I would find their lack of forward progress amusing, but my nerves are decimated.

We finally get the go ahead to leave, and every cell in my body yearns to immediately check on Greer.

Seiran claps me on the back. “Ready to head home?”

A strange wave of nostalgia rolls through my system. It’s been a lot of years since he called it that, and it makes me strangely happy to hear him refer to it as our home.

“I can’t,” I say, shaking my head. “I left without a word. Reign and I were busy with the humans, then I felt her terror…”

“Thank you for coming so quickly,” he says solemnly. “I dosed them with lust, hoping that would give me a few extra seconds, but it had no effect. It didn’t even touch whatever directives they were given.”

A hollow pit forms in my gut.

That’s not a good sign.

If her original maker is older than I am, it could take all three of us to bring him down. It’s been nearly a millennium since I went up against an ancient, and I barely made it out of that battle alive. Sheer hate was my determination, and I managed to come out on top, ending my maker once and for all, but it was brutal. This situation is even more dangerous because Seiran and Greer have nowhere close to the level of training that they would need for me to be comfortable with having them participate. It’s a chilling realization. They’ll need to be protected. It’ll be Reign and me up against Cole while Seiran and Greer flee to safety.

Fuck me.

I’m exhausted.

“You did well,” I tell Seiran. “I only wish I could have been here sooner.” That way, he wouldn’t have been forced to take a life. There’s no doubt it will weigh more heavily on him than it would on me. I swipe a hand over my face. “Get home. I’ll meet you there after I check in at the club.”

“No,” Seiran says firmly. He steps forward, pulling me in for a hug. “You need to be with Greer. I’ll check on the club and head home once everything is settled.” He pats my back, stepping back. “She’ll feel safest with you.”

“She’ll feel safest with both of her mates at her side.” I barely get the words out before Seiran flexes his wings, taking off.

“Agreed. I’ll be home before daybreak.”

Stubborn incubus.

But, for once, I don’t put the club before all else. Greer is my progeny, and, as fate would have it, my mate. I need to verify her well-being before I claw out of my own skin.

My concern has been high, but Reign has the ability to siphon. It’s a gift that’s gotten him out of many dangerous situations.

I’m unsure if all incubus lack the power, but it’s one Seiran doesn’t possess. It’s Reign’s nightmare roots that grant him the ability.

If Cole is an ancient or a primordial vampire, then having Reign siphon Seiran and Greer to safety will be the first step of any impending battle. Knowing they’re far away and protected will give me the strength necessary to truly give in to my nature.

I’ve already removed my jacket, tie, and I’m working on my belt by the time I make it into my bedroom. Based on the sounds echoing out of the bathroom, Reign and Greer are fine and quite enjoying a shower.

My head tilts, and I soak up her begging moans as I work on getting myself out of my shoes and the remainder of my clothing. The water runs, covering some of the sobbing, but I believe she begs for and then demands his bite.

The thought doesn’t appall me. Having the two of them bond will make mine and Seiran’s lives easier. Reign is enamored with Greer, and I understand how deeply it would hurt him to be left behind. I pondered the situation earlier while Reign thanked and apologized to the humans, and I came to the realization that it would have bothered me deeply if he and Seiran had a bond with her while I had none.

I’ve always had a fondness for sharing. After growing up in a pack, Reign had a bit of a selfish phase when he didn’t wish to share at all, but after seeing him with Greer these last few days, I know he will come around. Seiran falls somewhere in the middle. He never minded watching and boosting my lust, but he never actively participated more than a kiss here or there, and that was likely due to it being a convenient method of delivering his magic.

The water cuts off as I’m almost to the bathroom door, but movement behind me catches my attention. Reign must have siphoned them from the shower directly to the bed.

“God, that feels so good.” Greer moans, and I spin around to join them.

Only, I stumble a step.

Reign has her knees on his shoulders and his face buried in her cunt as he stands near the bed. His shadows wrap around her as she wobbles, and her fingers dig into his hair like she’s holding on for dear life.

My mouth waters as I recall how delectable she tastes.

Reign raises his arms, and his hands land on her shoulders. He bends and lowers her to the mattress before smirking over his shoulder at me. “You better hurry. She was about to come on my tongue.”

Greer’s stunning gray eyes meet mine as her slightly wet hair fans over my comforter.

She nods. “He’s been torturing me for however long it took you to finish up. I ache for you, Novak.”

I’m in motion before I can stop myself. Reign rolls out of the way, stretching out at her side, but I ignore him and crawl over Greer’s soft, curvy little body.

My cock bounces around her thigh, and I lower my lips to hers for a tantalizing kiss. The naughty little vixen reaches between us, squeezing the hell out of my shaft and trying to guide it between her lower lips. She’s soaked, and I groan into the kiss, trying to keep my wits about me.

I must have been too far away or too preoccupied to feel her desire in the bond, but being this close, it’s all I can process.

Greer shimmies her hips, and I end up notched at her opening. My hips thrust forward, impaling her on my length. She’s so fucking slick but so goddamn tight. Feeling her pleasure, mixed with a tinge of pain, fill the bond makes me feral. She’s not opposed to a little pain, and the way her walls cling to my length urges me to make her scream.

I pull out and slam deep . She gasps and moves her fingers to dig into my ass. Even if I couldn’t pick up her desires in the bond, I would still recognize that she’s asking for more.

Smiling, I nip at her lower lip. If I wasn’t so preoccupied, I’d chuckle at the puffs of breaths that she releases. It’ll take a few hundred years for her to lose those more humanoid traits, but I’m in no hurry to get there. I find them adorable, especially the way her chest heaves under mine. Her tits brush my skin as I work deeper with every powerful stroke.

This is the closest to Heaven I’ll ever get, and I’m more than okay with that. An eternity with Greer will keep me quite content.

I wrap my forearm around the top of her head and move my other hand to her hip.

Her bright gray eyes pop open as she digs her fingers into my ass. “More, please!”

“I’m working on it, pet. You’ve got to let me in,” I say, nuzzling my nose to hers. “How about we change positions, so Reign can join us?”

Greer nods.

Pulling out of her is the last thing I want to do, but he got her ready, and he’s the only one of us without a bond. I might not be the most self-aware of beings but making him feel like the third wheel would be a shitty thing to do.

“Reign, lie across the top of the bed. Greer, roll over and stay as flat to the mattress as possible. Just pop that ass up a little for me.” I move to kneel, watching her eyes widen.

Reign, the lazy fucker, siphons the three feet to plant himself where I asked. My hand falls to slap Greer’s clit, and she moans.

“Move it, sweetness.” I quirk an eyebrow. “Or once we get you repositioned, I’ll be sliding into your tight ass instead of that dripping cunt.”

She squeaks and uses some combination of her super speed and strength to move before I can blink. “I don’t know how to stretch my legs out with you there,” she says over her shoulder. She’s got her feet pointed toward the ceiling.

I plant a hand on the mattress near her head and lean on my left foot. “Stretch them out, but stay to the right.”

She complies, and since I’m close to her cheek, I give her a peck. I crawl over her thighs and pull her pelvis up a few inches. My hands land on her ass, pulling her cheeks up and forward a bit.

“Are you open to anal? Not right this moment, but in the future?” I ask, moving my crown to her cunt.

“Never tried it, but maybe,” she says.

I thrust and the feeling is totally different in this position.

“Holy shit,” I grunt, releasing her ass. One hand moves up to hold her hip while the other slides between her and the mattress to tease her clit. It’s complicated because of the position, and my abs burn from basically holding a crunch, but I finally get into a rhythm.

Her wails spur me on as I watch my cock disappear down between her ass cheeks.

It takes an embarrassing amount of time before my balls ache. I fall to one palm, curving over her back as I fuck her through her orgasm. My original plan does not consist of coming within three minutes, but here we are. I grit my teeth, clenching my ass like it’ll help, but being able to feel her pleasure rebounding through the bond as she milks my cock does me in.

I strike her shoulder, drinking sips of her blood as my shaft jolts. Her orgasm goes on for so long that I purposely hold back any further doses of my venom. Once she begins to come back to reality, I remember Reign is waiting, and my eyes fly to his. He’s curled around her front, holding her hair back and running his fingers over her lips.

“Do you think you can suck off Reign?” I ask. “Or would that be too much?”

“I’ll survive if you’d like to wait,” he murmurs, giving her a soft smile.

Oh yeah, he’s just as cooked as me or Seiran.

“I can totally blow you,” she says, and her inner walls spasm.

I grit my teeth, trying to calm my overhyped system.

Jesus Christ.

The bond is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.