Page 37 of Guardians for the Vamp
Vara smiles at the compliment, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I can’t imagine how hard she must have worked and all the sacrifices she’s made throughout her life to get to this point.
“Would you all like something to drink?”
Vara waves us back inside and into the kitchen. She grabs a glass of wine for herself, and I ask for water. Layla also takes wine, but I have to wonder if she needs blood.
When was her last feed?
Should we call for a donor? Can she have my blood?
I guess I don’t know much about vampires. We help them when needed, like tracking down rogue vampires, but until I became Layla’s head of security, I had never personally known a vampire. I never sat down and chatted with one.
Surprisingly, I’ve never fucked one either.
I suppose if Layla needed blood, she’d have already taken care of it. I do know that vamps have synthetic blood they can drink to hold them over until they can get a donor.
I would let Layla drink from me.
The thought of Layla sinking her teeth into my neck sends a wave of lust down my spine and around to my cock. If it’s anything like when I fed from her, then yes, I’d very much like Layla to bite me.
“Are you okay?” Layla asks as Vara sets a glass of water in front of me. “What are you thinking about that has your heart racing?”
“He wants you to bite him,” Vara says with a chuckle.
“What? How do you even know that?” I stumble over my words, but don’t deny Vara’s accusation. I glance at Layla, and she winces.
“You do kinda look like you want me to bite you. Your pupils have expanded so much that I can’t even see the blue in your eyes anymore. Your fangs have also dropped, and you’re drooling.”
I wipe the back of my hand against my mouth, but it comes back dry. Layla giggles.
She’s teasing me?
I smile at her adorable humor. She rarely shows it. She hasn’t had time to be so carefree in this new role of hers.
I also find myself smiling a lot more since meeting these women.
Instead of answering me, Vara takes a sip of her wine.
“I have a theory. One I assume you both have as well,” she says, swishing the liquid in her glass. She takes another drink, torturing us a little by dramatically drawing out her thoughts. I’m ready to strangle her, then immediately get turned on by the idea, when Vara finally says, “I believe we are mates.”
Layla and I say nothing for several seconds.
“Who? You and Layla?” I ask.
“Me and Thorne?” Layla offers.
“You and me?” I add.
Vara rolls her eyes, clearly hearing the panic in our voices. “All of us. Allthreeof us.”
“Are you… um… all… the three of us?” Layla says, words failing her. In the short time I’ve known the vampire queen, I know she’s rarely left speechless.
“Mates. We’re mates,” Vara repeats, exasperated by our overreaction.
“Oh,” I mumble because somehow, I’ve also forgotten how words work.
I wasjustthinking about mates earlier. So, I’m not crazy? If Vara is validating my suspicions, perhaps it really is true.
“But... it’s... absurd,” Layla says. She throws up both of her arms in frustration, her voice a pitch higher. The corner of my mouth tilts up at how adorable she looks whilehaving an existential crisis. “Blood mates for vampires are rare. I mean, sure, Millie found hers, but she’s only one of three known cases. So for me to have found not one but two? It’s unheard of.”
