Page 44 of Guardians for the Vamp
I set the black leggings, sports bra, and oversized sweater my assistant brought me on the counter. I could kiss her. Kenna is a human who knows about supernaturals because she’s from Scotland where she grew up surrounded by lore. She’s been with me for a decade now, so she probably knows me better than I know myself, including how I like to dress comfortably and crash on the couch to watch mindless television on these rare nights when I have no responsibilities.
Thorne leans his shoulder against the doorframe. He has no right to look that sexy. I trail my eyes down his body. He’s wearing all black, like always. A short-sleeved shirt that stretches over his chest and black sweatpants that fail to hide the outline of his massive cock. His long black hair is up in a man bun and his wings are tucked to his back.
I want to run my fingers over the silky membrane. Would that turn him on? Would it make him moan?
Thorne clears his throat, his nostrils flaring.
Okay, this mate thing is exhausting. It’s impractical to be hornythis much.
“We’re not really sure why it happened,” Thorne says, ignoring my needy cunt. “Perhaps the shared pleasure was too overwhelming.”
“Hmm. That would make sense.”
To think… if we had exchanged blood, we might be bonded by now.
I know the bonding ritual is different for every couple—or throuple, in our case—depending on species and gender. For vampires, completing the bond entails ingesting each other’s blood during sex and having mutual orgasms. Gargoyle bonding is similar except knotting is involved.
I squeeze my legs together at the thought of Thorne’s knot filling me. He moves behind me and peels the silk pajama top off my body.
“I can undress myself.” The words are husky as he removes the shorts next.
“Not when your thoughts are begging for pleasure,” he says and places a kiss on my neck.
I stand on my tiptoes to curl my arm around his neck, which gives him better access to cup my pussy. It’s still sore from the goddamn log Thorne carries around in his pants. Which surprises me since my vampire healing should have resolved the pain issue. Maybe that’s part of the fated matebond too. I don’t know, but I don’t necessarily hate having a reminder of how thoroughly I’ve been fucked.
“You heard my thoughts?”
“No,” he says, huffing his hot breath against my skin. “But I can smell how turned on those naughty thoughts are making you. So insatiable.”
He sinks a thick digit inside me.
“Fuck, Thorne,” I groan.
He pumps in and out while his other hand squeezes my breast.
“You’re already close, Bunny. This pussy is so needy. Come on my finger like a good girl.”
God I love when he talks dirty to me, especially when he’s a man of few words.
Thorne pinches my nipple and curls the tip of his finger, hitting that perfect spot.
I explode.
He removes his fingers and shoves them in my mouth. I whimper at my taste.
I turn and bury my hand down his pants to take hold of his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath when I wrap my cold fingers around him.
“Where’s Vara?” I ask while pumping my fist up and down his length.
I expected her to have shown up by now.
“Shesaid… she had some… business… to take care of. Fuck, Layla. You’re really good at that.”
With my other hand, I fondle Thorne’s balls with a heavy grip, and he whimpers. He’s always so vocal for us, and I can’t get enough.
“Where do you want it?” I ask, feeling him close.
“Anywhere.”
