Chapter 9: Seiran

Chapter Nine

Seiran

“ S howering together conserves water and probably power, too, considering this old place needs new wiring.”

“You want to shower with me?” she asks, blinking up at me from behind her lashes.

“I do.” Scooping her up, I toss her over my shoulder. She squeaks a bit, grabbing on to the bottom of my wings for leverage as I move.

The only bedroom that isn’t in shambles is the primary. Little does she know she’s been sleeping in my bed the last few days.

I get the shower going while she strips out of her sleep shorts. She’s slender with delicious curves, and I intend to explore every one of them.

“I grabbed towels.” She drops them and slides by me, stepping into the shower. My eyes are drawn to the little creases that form under her ass cheeks. I’d like to bite those.

Shaking away the ridiculous thought, I climb in after her.

“Ahh, oh, it’s hot,” she grumbles, spinning around and tipping her head back.

“Creature of hell here, sweetheart. My apologies. I don’t tend to notice the heat.” I wrap my arm around her, putting a hand up to support her head.

My fingers dig into her scalp while I adjust the temperature with the other hand. Once I’m done, I dig into the slick skin of her shoulder, probing for knots and kinks.

She moans. “Mmm, that feels great.”

My half-hard cock views it as an invitation. I pop my ass back to keep from bumping her with it. Her eyes fall shut, and it becomes clear her eyelashes are a light pinkish-blonde like her hair. Her pussy is bare of any hair, and now I’m intrigued for a completely different reason.

“Is your hair natural?” I squeeze a few pumps of shampoo into my hand and bring them together behind her head to lather. Dried cum is a bitch to get out of hair, making this a timed mission.

I nearly snort.

I’m a secret agent, trying to remove the evidence before she remembers it’s there.

“It is,” she says, squinting like that was a stupid question.

“But Granny Rollins was human,” I point out, working the floral-smelling shampoo into her scalp. Damn, it smells like sweet green apples and roses—not the fake scent, either. It’s light and fresh. I may need to switch hair care brands.

“My dad is human. My mom is a siren.”

My horn bumps the wall as I jolt. Luckily, Greer’s eyes are still shut, and she doesn’t catch it.

I thought Granny and I were close, but she never mentioned a word about that. I knew she had a son who left Black Cove, and that he had a family of his own, but she made it sound like he’d left because he wanted no part of living amongst monsters. She certainly never mentioned a word about her granddaughter being half siren.

Focusing on turning my hands to human form, I wipe away the soap that’s dripping over her forehead. It makes massaging her scalp a hell of a lot easier.

“Head back,” I command. She complies, and I help her rinse. “Your maker turned a siren?” I clear my throat, trying to dislodge the rocks that have formed.

My teeth clench at the thought of someone being so reckless.

“He did.” She swipes my fingers away from her cheek.

I don’t even know how they got there. All I can focus on is how fucking stupid that vampire was to take the risk. Turning humans is nearly always successful, under the right circumstances, but changing other supernatural creatures isn’t so simple.

“Why? And, more importantly, where is he?” I stretch to grab the conditioner, repeating the process of lathering it into her long pink hair.

“I don’t want to talk about that,” she says in a strange tone.

“Which part?”

“Any of it.”

“Okay, but why would you take the risk? You had to know the possible outcome.” I grimace, knowing it’s none of my business. I continue massaging the conditioner into her hair but square my shoulders in preparation for her to tell me to go to hell.

“It wasn’t exactly in my five-year plan,” she says with clenched teeth.

“Why were you turned?” I sputter. It could have been a horrendous accident or a near-death experience that left no other choice. If dying was imminent, the risk would’ve been worth it.

“Because I’m a greedy little cock tease who wouldn’t stop begging until he finally gave in to my never-ending demands.” Her head tilts toward the floor as it shakes.

“Hey, no, don’t do that. I don’t think this is a no-tear formula.”

She snorts, and I bring her head back, shielding her eyes to rinse off the soap. She was relaxed and relatively comfortable, despite the fact we barely know each other, but all that has changed.

Her hands grip my forearms, holding on to the point it’s almost painful. It’s something that happens frequently with baby vampires who are adjusting to their newfound strength.

“I need to go,” she whispers. “It’s nearing daybreak. I have to sleep.”

“Not just yet.” I grab the body wash and carefully work around the area where I marked her with my cum. No one would willingly speak about themselves the way she did. That was compulsion, plain and simple. “Tell me, who is your maker?”

Her head shakes violently, and she stumbles back.

“Okay,” I say soothingly. My hands wrap around her hips, and I twist her, pulling her back into my chest. “Did he release you?” I’m not sure why, but I feel like it’ll be easier if she doesn’t have to look at me as we have this conversation.

She nods, letting out a heavy breath.

Jesus Christ.

That’s an extremely painful process for the progeny.

The younger the vampire, the more traumatic it is to their system.

“How old are you?” It’s pretty clear her maker compelled her prior to abandoning her. Answering questions she’s been directed not to can cause physical pain, varying from mild to severe, depending on how hard she tries to override the compulsion.

“Twenty-eight.”

“What did you do on your last birthday?” I ask, helping her turn to rinse off.

She exhales in what I think is relief. Her head falls back against my chest as I grab more soap for both of our bodies. She doesn’t fight my touch as I scrub from her belly to her breasts.

“Went on a daytime hike. That night, my friend and I went to a bar to celebrate.” She shivers as I tease her nipple, running my lips over her shoulder.

“Is that friend a vampire?”

“No,” she gasps, stretching a hand back to stroke my cock. “A shifter.”

“Have any vampire friends?”

“My friend’s little brother. He’s mostly harmless.” Her ass wiggles against my cock, and it grows increasingly difficult to stay focused on my investigation.

I nuzzle my cheek to hers from behind. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Maybe? Is it working?”

I laugh.

“I’m still hungry. I don’t think I fed enough.” She frowns, spinning to face me. “Do you know if there’s a blood delivery service or something in Black Cove?”

“There’s not, but don’t fret. You’ve got a willing donor within reach.”

Her pretty pink tongue darts out, licking her lips. “Really? After I…”

“If you need to eat before bed, we should do that in here,” I say, squatting to maneuver a forearm under her ass. She doesn’t object, so I lift her. She scrambles up me, wrapping her legs around my ass as her hands link behind my head. I spin us until her back rests against the tile wall. Her eyes turn milky white. My dick perks up, remembering the intense pleasure of her bite. “Do you know where to bite?”

She nods, running her tongue over her adorable little baby fangs.

There’s no way she was turned more than a year ago because of what she said about her birthday, but I would have picked that up merely from seeing her teeth up close.

In my defense, I was preoccupied the last time I saw them.

“I think so,” she says, but her words are distorted by her fangs.

“Try to hold back on the venom this time,” I suggest, running a hand over the back of her head. “I mean, unless you get off on making me embarrass myself.”

Her complexion is on the pale side, but her cheeks turn rosy at my words.

“Come on, then,” I instruct. “That way, I can tuck you into bed.”

She smiles, blinking up at me, and then strikes with no further warning.

I moan, reveling in the bite of pain, but her tongue licks over my skin as the first traces of her venom hit my system. Yeah, I’m definitely going to be painting the floor with my cum before she’s full.

I pull my tail around, wrapping it around my cock, but make sure it brushes her pussy as I move. Might as well remind her how good it feels to come while feeding.

I’m sure fucking while drinking is even better.

We finish up our shower, and she doesn’t complain when I dry her off before dressing us both and carrying her into my bedroom.

I toss her down on the bed and aim for the windows. They have blackout panels that are specially fitted into each frame, but I pull the shade and curtains too.

When I turn to climb into bed at her side, she’s gathering a pillow and blanket. “Are you relegating me to the couch again?”

“No, you can have the bed.” She turns and heads for the closet.

“What are you doing?”

She yanks open the door, and my jaw falls. There’s some type of makeshift pallet on the floor of the walk-in closet.

“What’s that?” I flutter my wings, take flight, and land at her side.

“My bed.” She tosses the pillow down. “I get that there are curtains, and they seem pretty dark, but I didn’t think it was worth the risk.”

My fists clench at my sides.

She’s truly a newborn, and it’s clear her maker didn’t impart even the most basic of knowledge to make her never-ending existence easier.

“I promise you, that’s not necessary.” I grip her hips, pulling her back into my bare chest. She’s wearing a long T-shirt of mine, and I’m in sweats, but somehow her generous ass still manages to perfectly cup my cock.

“It doesn’t seem?—”

I cut her off, pushing my mouth to hers. Her head tilts as those puffy lips part to accommodate me.

My grip on her hip tightens as her tongue teases against mine. She melts into my chest as I learn the best way to tantalize her. She lets me lead, which I really enjoy. It’s difficult to remember that she needs rest. I nip at her lips and force myself to pull back.

“Black Cove is a hub for vampires, and the sanctuary ward is reinforced with UV protection.” I peck a final kiss on her lips. “Even if it wasn’t, this place was a bed-and-breakfast for years. All the windows have blackout liners that block any chance of you waking up a little crispy.”

“What?”

“Yeah, so, do me a favor and sleep in my bed instead of on the hard floor.”

“Your bed?” she asks with wide eyes.

“Yeah, kitten. My bed. Granny Rollins died nearly five years ago. The house is a town landmark. I was appointed its guardian when your family indicated they had no interest in returning to claim it.”

“Holy shit,” she sputters as I lead her over, pulling back the comforter and nodding for her to climb in. “So, I waltzed into your house and tried to kick you out? Ohmigod, I’m homeless. I’ll never get my apartment in Haven back.”

“You’re cute.” I pull up the blanket, tucking it around her. “It’s still yours. I was fond of Granny. I offered my assistance before her death, although she did hope it wouldn’t be necessary.” I toss myself down on the opposite side. It’s down one pillow, since that’s in the closet, but I use my palm to hold up my head. “Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up, in case you’re hungry.”

“Thank you,” she mumbles sleepily.

It doesn’t take long for her to fall into a deep slumber.

Shoving myself out of bed, I aim for the living room downstairs. I left my cell phone there earlier, since I was preoccupied with the soft bundle of vampire, but I need to make a call.

I unlock it and click through my contacts until Novak’s name comes up.

This is going to be tedious.

I can already feel it.

Oh well, that fucker owes me a favor, and he’s going to deliver. Even if I have to listen to him bitch and complain the entire time.