Chapter 34: Greer

Chapter Thirty-Four

Greer

“ S houldn’t you be out there backing up Reign or something?” I ask, trying not to panic.

Novak doesn’t miss a step in his quest to get us to the feeding rooms. “No, pet. He’s more than capable of doing reconnaissance and even ending the vampire if he comes across him.” His hand on my ass tightens in a combination tease and tender caress. “We have our own things to handle. Isn’t that the value of a team?”

“Yeah, I guess. I’m just worried.”

“It’s very sweet that you’re concerned for Reign, but even if Cole somehow knew to be on the lookout for him, it would be impossible in his shadow form. Additionally, Reign can simply mimic. Even I can’t identify him by sight or smell unless he reveals himself to me.”

“Wow, that is strange.” Cool, but weird. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to look in the mirror and see a different face than my own. “But, really, I’d rather feed from the three of you.”

Novak’s grip turns proprietary. “I do love hearing that, but the reality is, you and I need human blood to replenish our systems. However, I believe I’ve come up with a decent compromise.”

The room is a lot fancier than Novak made it sound when he described the feeding rooms. The wall on the far side of the space is glass and looks out over Chaos. There’s a leather three-seater couch, a chair, and a small end table, but no other furniture, not even a rug. Although two humans come in shortly after us, and they bring with them a rolling cart with a punch bowl and two glasses.

I turn back to examine the dance floor, but Novak steps up behind me and pulls my hair to the side. He kisses down my neck, palming my middle as his tongue flicks over my skin. It makes my entire body pulse with interest, but not for the humans.

He gets very close to my ear and murmurs, “Peruse the club for a minute, then take a seat on the couch. I’ll join you in just a moment.”

I nod and run my fingers over his hand that rests on my stomach.

He winks at me in his reflection in the glass and uses his speed to move over to the two men. He speaks to them in low tones, and it sounds like his words are laced with a fair amount of compulsion.

My gaze doesn’t leave the club as I study all the carefree dancing monsters. There’s every possibility it was someone who just looks like Cole. I’m still anxious, and I will be until Reign is back in the safety of the club. I’m sure Cole could find his way into Chaos, but the building gives me a false sense of security.

A drip, drip, drip fills the air, and I turn to head to the couch.

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 moving away from 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 them perfectly at 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.

Novak stomps us across the room as I grind against his pelvis. His sticky tip bounces against my ass, and I do my best to maneuver it to my pussy. He pulls back from our messy kiss and places me on my feet before spinning me to face the wall. My hands come to rest on the glass, but they slide around when Novak gently kicks my feet apart.

The light is on in this room . I know from my old apartment that if I walked past it at night with the curtains open, I could see in. That means anyone down there can look up and see us .

That thought makes me tremble as Novak tugs the front of my dress down until my tits pop out.

“I’d like to watch these bounce while I mount you from behind,” he growls, moving my hair to rest over one shoulder. The side with his bondmark hits the cool air as he tugs up the bottom of my dress, tucking it around my hips and pulling my ass back. “You see all the monsters down there? Huh, pet?”

I nod, licking my lips.

“Does it turn you on, knowing they’re all going to understand who you belong to after this?” He notches at my opening and slams deep. “Goddamn, they’ll know who owns me too. That’s so fucking hot.” He plants a hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, leaning me closer to the glass. He plows even deeper, and I can’t hold back my whimpering moans. “That’s my dirty girl.”

I’m soaked, and each slap of his pelvis against my ass fills the air with a wet sound. It’s so much more satisfying to be able to clench around his cock. It stretches me perfectly. And I don’t care who’s watching. I want all of them to know he’s mine.

Novak’s hand wraps around my neck from behind. He squeezes with just the right amount of pressure to make me dance around on my tiptoes.

“As it turns out, I’m still hungry,” he grunts, picking up his pace. My forehead falls forward, nearly colliding with the glass as I nod. Even I don’t know if it’s consent to bite me or if I’m agreeing I’m hungry too. He teases his other hand around, slapping my clit. “Scream for me, pet. Make sure they’re all watching. Every monster in the club needs to understand I own your delicious cunt, because if even one of them touches you, I will kill them.”

Novak releases his hold on my throat to bite me, but the second his venom hits my bloodstream, I explode. My hands slide around the glass as I struggle to keep myself upright. I’m a little embarrassed by the ridiculous wail that escapes my lips, but the euphoria is enough to take the edge off.

My sire’s cock swells, growing longer and thicker and stretching me to capacity. The bite of pain intensifies the bliss. My cheek lands against the glass, and my eyes clench shut as my tits jiggle.

Novak doesn’t stop bucking until he’s as deep as he can get, and his cock kicks. I finally get myself together enough to bounce on my knees in an attempt to milk every drop of his cum, and the manly grunts and growls succeed in making me feel like I won something monumental.

“You are a fucking gift,” he says as he pulls his fangs free of my throat and kisses my temple.

“Me too,” I say in a daze and frown when I realize that didn’t make any sense. “I mean, you are too.”

“You make me truly happy.” He smiles against my skin. “The missing piece to fit three broken monsters together again.”