Chapter 32: Greer

Chapter Thirty-Two

Greer

F or being so slender, Reign is comfy to snuggle with. I’m just about to fall asleep when Seiran joins us. His clawed hands land on my hips, lifting me off Reign’s cock, but he doesn’t move me from lying on the mimic’s chest. His forked tongue flicks over my pussy, and I groan.

“Holy shit.” My hips wiggle, because even in my overstimulated state, his tongue is incredible.

My clit rubs against Reign’s half-hard cock, and everything feels extra dirty with Seiran’s face buried in my ass from behind.

“Nothing like a little cum cleanup before bed.” Novak laughs and stretches a hand over to palm the back of my head. “Hopefully you’re happy. You’re stuck with all three of us for eternity.”

I snort as my face rolls around Reign’s chest. Maybe I’m high on euphoria and too many orgasms, but that sounds divine.

The next several nights pass peacefully. The guys bring me by Lisette’s shop to pay for the spell she partially created, but she refuses to take my money.

Novak leaves a check near her tarot cards, which makes me laugh. He’s old school. I’ve never had a checkbook in my life. It’s still very thoughtful of him to handle making sure the old witch gets paid.

Bart comes to Chaos on the fourth evening to ask another round of questions, and when he’s done, he informs us the women were never properly registered. That line is a dead end, but at least Novak and Seiran aren’t in any trouble for killing them.

It makes my stomach churn to think about it. Cole is to blame, not those women. They were under his compulsion, and I wish we could have found some way to spare them. I think it feels so raw because I understand how easily that could have been me.

Seiran sits next to me on the sofa as we wait for Novak and Reign to finish up whatever they’re working on out in the club. My incubus has spent the last few nights trying to teach me how to crochet. He also knits, which I find utterly adorable. His hands move back and forth as he continues weaving the yarn into the proper pattern while I scroll on my phone to pass time.

Some fae have allergies to electricity, but my human side has always protected me from the worst of it.

The door to Novak’s office slams open, and my head twists to see who’s coming in, but there’s no one. Blinking a few times for good measure, I try to determine what’s happening. The door slowly begins to close, but there’s still nothing there.

Seiran tugs one of his knitting needles free of the little holder and flings it across the room toward the closing door.

“That was rude.” Hazel materializes just in front of the wall with the knitting needle trapped in her closed fist.

“Why did no one ever teach me to defend myself?” I mutter, shoving off the couch. “Are you okay?”

Her long hair sways with her movement as she strides forward, dropping the knitting needle into my hand. “I’m fine. I just wanted to come check on you.”

“There was an attack the other night, not by Cole, but by two of his newly turned vampires.” I gesture to the club chair next to the couch. Hazel takes a seat, and I curl up at Seiran’s side, handing him the knitting needle.

“Sorry about that,” he says, sliding it back into place in the leather roll that he keeps all his crochet hooks and knitting needles in. “You can never be too careful and all…”

Hazel blinks repeatedly before nodding. “You must have called Ember. She finally stopped blowing up my phone. Now, tell me more about this attack.”

The basics flow pretty quickly, and Hazel seems to listen intently.

“How exactly do you always manage to find Greer?” Seiran asks, without looking up from his crocheting project. “And why can’t you use that same trick to help us track down Cole?”

Hazel frowns. “I follow her soul vibration. I’ve never met Cole, making it impossible to track his vibration pattern.”

My head tilts, and now I’m the one frowning. “I still have a soul? I thought vampires were soulless creatures.”

“Every living being has a soul, Greer.” Hazel rests her head on her palm on the arm of the chair. “It’s probably just one of those phrases or something. Maybe they’re less likely to listen to that inner voice that tells someone what’s right or wrong. I have no idea, but yes, all supernatural creatures have souls.” Her nose wrinkles. “Even sentinels, those self-righteous bastards.” She huffs, blowing her hair out of her face. “Oh yeah, that’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about.” Her face twists into some semblance of a smile.

“What’s up?” I ask, trying to set her at ease.

“So, I was wondering what happened to your house? Your family home, that’s the one I mean.” Her eyes are blue in human form. It’s nowhere close to as intense as it is to look at them when they’re in void form, but something in the way the skin around them crinkles makes me believe she’s uncomfortable.

“It’s just sitting there. I can’t be away from Novak for long, due to the maker bond.” I pat Seiran’s chest as I snuggle deeper into his shoulder. “Didn’t you say something about notifying the town council?”

Seiran shrugs. “I already did. Novak is the town council leader. I’m sure he’ll have a vote or something at the next meeting.”

“About that.” Hazel flutters her long dark lashes. “If I were to be able to secure a job in Black Cove, would you consider renting me some type of accommodation in your grandmother’s home?”

“Wait, really?” I ask, leaning forward. “You want to move to Black Cove?”

She nods. “At least temporarily.”

“Of course, you can stay,” I assure her, smiling brightly. “And you don’t need to worry about rent. Maybe just help with the utilities.” I snuggle back into Seiran’s chest. He and I need to have a talk about the bills, like electricity, water, property tax, and probably other things I’m forgetting. “Are your parents going to be okay with you living so far away from home?” They’ve always been crazy overprotective. I mean, they kept me on to watch Hazel and Violet until they were like fourteen. My parents left me alone when I was eight. Then again, I didn’t have the ability to devour souls if I was in a bad mood.

“I’m over eighteen, and Wraith is the one who suggested a change of scenery might do me some good.” She rearranges the bottom of her shirt, not meeting my gaze. Wraith is the scariest of all of Hazel’s dads, probably because he’s a reaper. “It appears I’ve gained the interest of a couple of sentinels.” Her face twists into a frown. “And an angel.”

“W-What?” Seiran chokes out.

I have a similar reaction without actually being able to form words.

Angels are almost unheard of here. They pop in for assignments and return to Heaven as quickly as possible. I’ve heard they loathe humans and our “cesspool” of a realm.

Sentinels are rare enough. They’re the offspring of Heaven, usually coming from a hookup the angel had while here on an assignment.

I’ve met a few sentinels over my lifetime, and even worked with two at The Den—although at different times. They’re both high-strung, condescending, and extremely self-righteous. Let’s just go ahead and add judgmental to that list.

“I’m sure he’ll get bored before long and siphon back to Heaven,” Hazel says calmly. “Wait, do angels call it shimmering? Or is that just a sarcastic thing my dad made up? I can never tell with him.”

I snort. “I have no idea, but you’re more than welcome to stay at Granny’s house.”

Novak’s office door opens, and I stretch around Seiran’s crocheting project to see who it is. It’s only Reign, and I find myself smiling at his sexy-as-sin self as he closes the door and swaggers closer.

“Would you like to attempt to stab him with a knitting needle?” Hazel asks. “Or is that reserved solely for out-of-town guests?”

“I apologized,” Seiran mutters.

I laugh so hard that I bend over Seiran’s knees, and my whole body shakes.

“Ahh, Hazel has come for a visit.” Reign smirks. “What a lovely surprise.” His dark jeans seem to hug his thighs perfectly and something about the way his plain white T-shirt stretches over his chest makes me desperate to pounce. His eyes glimmer like he caught every single one of my thoughts in the bond, and my stomach flip-flops.

Coming to Black Cove was the best decision I never made. I can hate Cole for a lot of things, but leading me to my guys isn’t one of them.