Chapter 33: Greer

Chapter Thirty-Three

Greer

H azel informs us she’s going to search for employment, but that she’ll check back in once she has a plan of action. She disappears from her chair without another word.

Reign comes over, taking the seat on the opposite side of Seiran. His jeans brush my thigh, and my body pulses with excess energy. I wonder if I could sweet-talk them into a threesome. I’m starving, and it might make me a cliché vampire, but there’s nothing as blissful as feeding while fucking.

Seiran’s alarm buzzes on his phone, and he drops the blanket he’s crocheting. “Dammit, I’ve got to run back over to Rut to pump everyone up again.”

I twist to face him, smiling. Maybe it’s the bond, but I’m well on the way to being smitten with all three of my mates. “Do you want us to come with you?”

His head shakes, making his dark hair fall around his shoulders.

“Nah, I think Reign wants a chance to woo you tonight, but I will take a top-up before you go.” His claws brush my jaw, tilting my face farther toward his.

Seiran’s lips meet mine, and he shoves his tongue into my mouth like a dirty incubus on a mission to drive me insane. His silvery-bluish-pink magic spills out around our tongues as he feeds me a small amount of his lust. It amps up my desire to climb into his lap and ride him. Once my body processes it, he sucks it back. He’s said before that it increases his power exponentially.

It makes me feel good to be able to strengthen his power, especially since I’m pretty useless otherwise. I’ve asked a few times for them to give me self-defense lessons, but they all seem in agreement that I’ll never need them, mostly because they don’t intend to leave me alone. It’s sweet, but I intend to push the issue once they’re no longer in hover mode.

“Fucking delectable,” Seiran growls, swirling his tongue over his bondmark on my lower lip. He smiles and gives me another peck before shoving himself off the couch. “Work is tedious when I have a mate I don’t want to leave.”

I laugh and fall back against the cushion. His wings flex, making his strong back muscles move.

Damn, I agree. I’d much rather keep him here with me.

Reign chuckles darkly. “It’s almost like I can sense your thoughts. Would you like a snack before we head out?”

Licking my lips, I turn into him. “Yes, please.”

His whitish-blond hair falls over his forehead as he smiles dangerously. “Just try not to make me come this time. We would have to swing back by the house for fresh jeans, and I’d really like to get to the part where I pamper you.”

Snatching up the dangling price tag, I feel my eyes widen as I get a look at the four digits. It falls through my fingers, and I take a step back, glancing around for something that isn’t exorbitantly priced.

There’s not a single damn thing in my wardrobe that costs over two hundred dollars. Not even my favorite heels—that I’ve only worn twice, because I’ve always been accident prone. Hell, not even the purse I scrimped and saved for cost four figures.

My eyes land on Reign. He’s busy browsing through the lingerie, bras, and panties. He must have no idea how overpriced this boutique is. It makes me feel bad, because it’s clearly a small business. And yet, I’d rather get five or ten items at a regular store than only be able to snag one thing here.

I frown when I see the giant pile of underclothes floating along behind him. His shadows swirl in a darkening pattern, so I can’t be sure how much he’s got there, but it’s probably enough to pay off a first-time homebuyer’s mortgage. Definitely enough to buy a new minivan for a family of five.

Is there a polite way to gently suggest we shop elsewhere? Would that be rude? What is the etiquette on accepting outlandish gifts?

Hell if I know. No one has ever treated me to anything like the stuff in this store. I don’t want to ruin the experience, but I also don’t want him to think he needs to buy my affection.

My eyes narrow as the pretty saleswoman approaches my mate for the second time since he told me to peruse the dresses. There’s no way to tell what species she is from here, but if she doesn’t take a step back and stop fluttering her lashes, I might just end up checking if she’s immortal.

Reign doesn’t look up from the rack, but she smiles, reaching out to touch his arm. My metaphorical hackles rise.

Oh, hell no .

My vision gets blurry, and I don’t have time to panic about how dangerous that is, because I’m busy stomping across the room. She’s going to regret wasting all that time doing her hair and makeup when her head is about three seconds away from rolling around on the floor.

Reign uses his shadows to lift a lacy cream and black bra. It levitates toward the pile, and he moves to the adjacent rack with the matching panties.

I hiss, and his head whips up.

It’s hard to make out the playful smirk on his face, but his amusement hits me in the bond.

“I’d suggest popping back behind the register. I’ve indicated I’d like to be left alone to browse three times.” The mimic tuts at the saleswoman. “Now I’m going to have to settle my mate. Not only is our bonding fresh, she’s freshly turned. You should know better.” He siphons behind me, wrapping his arm around my middle. “You can ring all of this up. We’ll be heading to the dressing room, so she can try on the rest.” His shadows fly toward the woman and past her to the counter. They drop the massive selection of lingerie and swirl back to Reign.

Before I can blink, Reign siphons us into one of the dressing rooms.

“You wanted to murder her. Didn’t you, darling?” He shoves my back against the wall while his shadows hang up several dresses and outfits that I have less than no idea where they came from. His fingers slide up my thigh and under the hem of my dress. “Come now, lovely. You can be honest.” His pointy canines dig into his lower lip as his eyebrows rise expectantly.

“Yes,” I grunt, shoving his lithe chest. “She was way too close to you.”

“Agreed.” He chuckles darkly, shoving his lips to mine. His smug satisfaction at my admission makes me melty inside. His raw attraction floods the bond as my fingers dig into his T-shirt, pulling him closer. He nips at my lips and somehow never loses the smile throughout the frantic kiss. He pulls back, grasping my wandering hands in his. “Now, now, darling. I can’t let you distract me. You’ve got a lot of things to try on, but if you give me a naughty fashion show, I promise to make it up to you once we get home.”

Hearing him call it home fills me with an entirely different feeling of satisfaction. I’m in the process of trying to find my faculties to will myself to nod when he gets very close to my ear.

“Or back to the club, but I find I’m not willing to share your begging moans with anyone.” He bites my earlobe, giving it a gentle tug. “Well, no one but the incubus and the vampire.”

Reign buys me way too much stuff, but his happiness fills the bond, so I bite my tongue. He siphons the new purchases home and makes it back in less than a minute, which is wild to me. I’ve never given much thought to the ability, since it’s one I don’t possess, but having a mate with that gift is exciting.

Rather than siphoning us back to Chaos, we walk.

Reign holds my hand, guiding me through a part of town I haven’t been to before. It’s off one of the side streets, but everything here is so close together that it’s not an unpleasant experience, even with the chill in the air.

He stops suddenly and twists before pushing my back up against the coarse brick wall. A slow smile tips at my lips as he bends, kissing me tenderly. His tongue swirls over Seiran’s bondmark, sending a pulse through the bond. No matter who teases whose mark, it always sends a flutter to all of them, which is fun.

My fingers dig into his T-shirt, and he pulls back…way too soon.

“What was that for?” I ask, grinning.

“I just really needed to kiss you.” He smirks, and my thighs rub together. He’s sensual and playful and so damn sexy, it makes me ache. He shrugs, squeezing my hand.

My eyes widen as movement catches my attention halfway down the street. There’s a cutoff to the right that probably leads to an alley or side street. It’s so fast, I can’t be sure, but the face I saw peeking at us looked very similar to Cole’s.

My nails dig into Reign’s palm, and I gasp.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he asks, scanning the surrounding area.

“I thought I saw Cole, but I guess it could have been someone else… It was only a split second.” My head shakes, and I try to replay the memory to see if I can determine if it was him.

“Right, let’s get you back to the club, and I’ll come and poke around.” He barely gets the words out before we’re siphoning through the air.

We land in Novak’s office, and his head whips up as soon as he spots us. “What’s wrong?”

“Greer believes she may have seen her former maker.” Reign pats my hip. “You stay with Novak. I’ll do a bit of reconnaissance in shadow form to see if I can locate him.”

“But how will you know what he looks like?” I ask, and as soon as the words are out, I remember he saw Cole in my nightmare. “Sorry, I forgot about that. Be safe.”

Reign nods. “Don’t fret, darling. I know how to keep myself alive.” And with that, he kisses my temple, drops my hand, and disappears.