Chapter 7: Greer

Chapter Seven

Greer

T he next few days are filled with awkward skirting around each other.

We’re at a stalemate.

Every time I see Seiran, I tell him to get lost. Every time he sees me, he bats his dark lashes and tries to pull me in with playful smiles meant to make my brain melty.

He’s too good-looking while trying to convince me to let him stay. It’s inconvenient having a legitimately crazy incubus squatting in my house.

Despite my meal outside the club a few days ago, I’m starving.

It’s becoming a real problem, because I almost think I’d agree to let Seiran stay if he would let me feed from him.

He’s really not a bad roommate. He even helped the movers carry in my things yesterday. They arrived while I was still sleeping, and, rather than wake me, he assisted and supervised them unloading everything into the garage. It was thoughtful, especially since I’ve been trying to evict him at every turn.

Coming around the corner into the living room, I’m busy pondering how I could even tackle a conversation that included allowing him to stay in exchange for feeding me regularly.

My feet tangle together, and I stumble.

The incubus is stretched across the chaise lounge with his impressive cock in his clawed hand.

My knees clench as I wobble forward, clearly dick drunk.

His head swivels in my direction, and black, void-like eyes meet mine as he smirks. This asshole really is brave enough to smirk while pleasuring himself on sweet Granny Rollins’s favorite chaise lounge.

God rest her soul .

My fangs descend as he really gets into it. I pull my hand up, blocking them from sight. Apparently, he’s not deterred at all by an audience, which is equally hot and infuriating.

“Did your fangs just pop for me?” The smug little tilt to his lips makes my teeth ache to bite him.

Is it safe to feed from an incubus?

Cole moves even farther up my shit list for leaving me completely uneducated about every single part of being a vampire.

“What are you doing?” I snap to distract from that thought, but I’m still getting used to having fangs, so it comes out slurred and raspy.

Seiran smiles even wider, and his cock jumps in his grip. “What does it look like?”

My nipples tighten as he thrusts up into his fist.

Good God, those are a lot of abs.

Obliques stacked on top of obliques.

That’s not natural. No one has that many. It’s against the laws of nature or something.

My mouth waters.

I need to lick each and every one of them.

Repeatedly.

So many times.

I shake my head, trying to clear the haze of lust. “I asked you a question.”

“I’m fucking my fist,” he says in a sensual tone that sends a shiver down my spine.

“You have a bedroom…” I frown. I don’t know that for a fact, but it would make sense. “Right?”

“Yeah, but I like looking at the paintings of Granny. She was kind of hot back in the day.”

“Ohmigod, ew,” I hiss, still covering my mouth. He has the audacity to laugh at the look of horror covering my face.

“Aww, kitten. Are you sad I’m not envisioning your tight little body instead?” His voice is pure sexual heat and gravel. “Because, I assure you, that can be arranged.”

My newly turned status has to be what makes me take a step forward. Or maybe it’s that little drip of pre-cum on the head of his cock.

It could go either way.

I barely hold myself back from pouncing. He’s clearly willing, and my pussy aches to be filled. My stomach rumbles with the empty, hungry feeling that never seems to go away these days.

Uh-oh.

This might be a problem.

He holds the bottom of his shaft with thick fingers while swiping his other thumb over the tip.

My mouth waters as my fangs throb.

I freaking whimper in response.

“You’re looking a little riled, aren’t you?” He chuckles, bringing his sticky thumb to his mouth. “Are you hungry?”

My chest heaves, which is weird, because I don’t need to breathe. Literally, it’s rising and falling like I just ran a marathon.

I glare at my nipples.

They’re so hard, they stick out, making it obnoxiously clear that I’m either really cold or extremely turned on.

Vampires aren’t easily affected by temperature changes. So, we’ll leave that up to deductive reasoning.

It’s when his long, forked tongue flicks out, licking off his own cum, that my knees go a little weak.

A moan escapes my lips.

“Can vampires feed on demons?” I ask nonchalantly.

“It’s perfectly safe for you to drink my blood,” he says, his tone smug. “You know I can feel your desire for me. It’s giving me a nice little buzz, when I was ravenous . Are you parched?” His eyes glow a bluish-silvery-pink that signals his magic.

I try to swallow, but my mouth and throat are dry as hell, which is the opposite of my soaked pussy.

My hand flies to my forehead as realization dawns. “You know I am because you’re using your magic on me!”

“Making a vampire thirsty isn’t one of my many gifts.” He chuckles, flicking his tongue out. “Well, I could intensify your desire for my cock, but I have no ability to manifest want where there is none.”

He runs his thumb over the weeping slit as he jerks himself with zero shame.

And I pounce.

Honestly, I have no idea how it happens.

One second, I’m standing, wiggling my hips to try to satiate my aching clit…and the next, my shirt is gone while I kneel between his spread thighs on the too-small sofa.

“Fuck me,” he growls, his head falling back as I slap away his hand and replace it with my own. His shaft is thick and veiny, throbbing in my hand as I work him up and down. He wraps a clawed hand in my hair as I moan, circling his crown in teasing licks.

My eyes clench closed as I savor his salty, manly taste.

It’s incredible, and I want more.

I wiggle my thighs together, trying to get some friction as I work my way down his impressive length.

Seriously, he has every reason to be confident.

Cole may have had stamina, thanks to his vampirism, but he had nothing on incubus dick.

“I’d prefer you only think about me when you’re sucking me off,” he says, giving my hair a tight tug at the base of my skull. My eyes pop open. I wasn’t aware he could pick up any sexual thoughts. “Let’s see what I can do to fuck your world up.” His tongue teases my cheek before sliding down my neck, between my tits, and eventually wrapping around my right nipple.

I groan, taking as much of his length as I can manage. My mouth feels like it’s stretched to capacity. It’s a whole thing, because my fangs could make an enjoyable experience into something ugly if I’m not careful.

“Oh, kitten, I’m not afraid of your bite,” he growls, shoving me deeper with the hand in my hair. I graze the side of his shaft, but he doesn’t mind. The silky sweet taste of his blood, combined with the drops of his cum, have me ravenous. My tongue cups the bottom of his shaft as something teases over my clit.

I wish I’d had the foresight to yank off my sleep shorts when I removed my shirt.

“You like that, don’t you?” He groans, fucking deep into my throat. “Can I play with your pussy while I fill up your sweet little mouth?”

I nod, relaxing and letting him control the pace and depth.

A warm, scratchy appendage slides up the leg of my shorts, caressing my ass before teasing over my lower lips. I have no idea what that is, but he knows how to work it just right.

“It’s my tail,” he says, sounding amused. His tongue flicks over to the other tit. “I can fuck you with it, just like I would my cock. Although, the latter is much more enjoyable.” He chuckles darkly. “For me, anyway. That’s it, take me deep like a naughty kitten.”

The tiny nick from my teeth has healed. I’m desperate for more of his blood, but the way he slides his tail over my clit while fucking into my throat is an excellent distraction. Tension builds in my lower stomach as he wiggles over my clit, only to dip barely inside my pussy lips. His tail cups my ass, holding me in place as I try to grind against the tip.

“Such a needy pussy,” he says, palming the back of my head. Every time he speaks, that incredible tongue of his flips to the other tit. Why have I never banged an incubus before? He’s not even inside me and he’s wrecking me. I gag as he thrusts a little too deep, and he moans, sounding thoroughly satisfied. “That’s it, let me feel your tight throat around my cock. Remember, you don’t need to breathe.”

That’s right.

I don’t.

My hand stretches up, and I scrape my nails over his muscular lower stomach. He moves his tail so part of it rubs against my clit as the tip thrusts inside my hole. Pleasure courses through me as he pulls out, dipping even deeper on his next entry.

“Come for me. Fuck my tail while I slam my cum into your naughty little throat,” he growls. My eyes flutter shut, but he yanks hard on my hair. “Eyes on mine.”

His cock swells painfully large, and he gives me some slack, pulling out of my throat as his shaft jumps against my tongue. He brushes my clit with more pressure, and pleasure jolts through my system. My eyes fall shut again, and not even the tight tug on my hair can make me comply. His tail works deeper inside me as my body clenches, milking in waves. I tremble, digging my nails into his thigh and lower stomach to keep from collapsing.

Warm, sticky cum fills my mouth. I lap at it like I can’t get enough.

“Motherfucker,” he snarls, finally giving my tits a break. His clawed hand caresses my cheek as my eyes fly up to his. He gives me a lopsided grin, and everything seems to go black.