Page 14 of Guardians for the Vamp
“Touché,” she says, the word almost a purr. “I’m proud of you, though,” she adds, and my praise kink stirs.
“For what?”
“For standing up to me. That rarely happens.”
“It’s the crown. It emboldens me.” I shrug and avert my eyes.
Vara grips my chin and turns my head to look at her.
“It’s not the crown, Layla. I crashed a meeting I wasn’t invited to. I put my paws on you without your permission. I undermined your authority in front of others. I would have been disappointed had younottold me to fuck off. That crown is pretty, but it has no power. That’s all you.”
I giggle because she’s right, but I won’t tell her that. Can’t let her already inflated ego grow.
We dance in silence, swaying in small circles. Vara’s claws slowly scratch up and down my back, and each pass garners a shiver. My eyes find Thorne standing nearby watching us with heated attentiveness. His hands are covering his crotch.
Is he turned on too?
“You’re trembling,” Vara whispers.
I nod.
“Why?”
“I... I’m not sure.”
“Are you shaking with need, Queen?”
My fangs cut into my bottom lip with how hard I’m struggling to hold back the moan that wants to pour from my lips. A drop of blood trickles onto my chin and Vara leans in to lap it up.
“Mmm. Delicious. Is your cunt as sweet as your blood?”
There’s a low growl behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see that Thorne has moved closer.
“The gargoyle is enjoying the show.”
“He’s my guard. Maybe he doesn’t like how close you are to me.”
A wicked smile spreads across Vara’s face. She leans down and her lips graze against my ear, causing a shudder to roll through me.
“Or maybe the smell of your wet cunt is making him feral.”
Thorne is up against my back now, trapping me between him and Vara.
What is happening?
His hands skim along my bare shoulders and arms. I lean into him, and he presses his hard cock into my back.
This is crazy.
Vara’s claws dig into my hips, and she purrs, but it's not anything sweet like a house cat... it’s full of possession and lust.
“Do you want him to fuck you?” Vara asks. She brushes her lips over mine, teasing me, torturing me.
I whimper. I didn’t mean to, but yes... I do want Thorne to fuck me.
And I want Vara to join.
“Layla,” Thorne nearly growls. His deep, rumbling voice only adds to the potent lust surging through my body. “We need to go. Now.”
