Page 54 of Guardians for the Vamp
She pushes past the thin layer of cloth that barely qualifies as underwear and slips her finger inside me. The chill of her skin in my heat makes me shudder.
“So wet for us,” Layla hums, pumping in and out slowly. “Here’s what’s going to happen.”
My cunt clamps down around her fingers at her demanding tone. I just love when she’s a boss.
“Thorne and I are going to make you come. Then we’re all going to cuddle and talk some more, because you’ve been holding out on us.”
Her thumb grazes my clit, and I arch off the chair.
“I want to know about all your adventures.” She kisses my neck. “All your hardships.” A kiss to my sternum. “And all your desires.”
Layla covers the peak of my breast with her mouth and bites down. I scream as pain ripples from the wound, but it quickly turns into pleasure as she drinks from me while lashing her tongue over my taut nipple.
Her fingers pump into me faster, harder, and I close my eyes.
When Layla has had enough of my blood, she unlatches from my tit and removes her fingers. Seconds later, I’mbeing lifted off the chair. Thorne sits back down with me on his lap. He spreads my legs open wide, and Layla settles between them.
The tip of Thorne’s tail finds my asshole. It’s self-lubricating, and he slathers it up and down to prepare me.
Oh fuck.
I might like to be in control, but submitting to my mates is… nice. I let myself relax into Thorne’s hard body. My wings have unwillingly extended, too weak with pleasure to keep them against my back. They don’t get in the way as Thorne undresses me, ripping off my sheer top to cover my breasts with his hands.
Layla’s bite wound hasn’t healed completely and while it’s no longer bleeding, it still aches as Thorne pinches and pulls my nipples.
A pleasurable pain.
I look down my body, watching as Layla slides two fingers inside me. With her other hand, she fishes Thorne’s bulbous cock from his sweats and fists it. Then she guides the tip to my asshole. I scream out when Thorne slides into me, in one quick thrust, to the hilt. He fucks me slowly at first, then finds a rhythm in tandem with Layla’s fingers. Neither of them is holding back.
“Holy shit. Fuck.”
“That’s it, V,” Layla says. “Let us hear how well we fuck you.”
Her mouth descends on my clit, sucking it into her mouth and lashing her tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“You’re so fucking good at that, Lollipop.”
She whimpers at my praise and adds a third finger, moaning as our shared pleasure intensifies. I groan at the vibration of Layla’s moan against my clit and bury my hands into her hair, gripping the curly strands roughly as Thorne pounds into my ass. The gargoyle’s hands are still playing with my breasts, pinching and pulling my aching nipples. His tail whips around behind Layla, anxious to be part of the action.
“Put it inside her, Thorne,” I say between gasps.
Layla’s still wearing shorts, and I smile when I hear the fabric rip. She jerks and moans when Thorne’s tail slides into her.
We’re a tangled mess of sex.
A gargoyle cock in my ass, his tail in our mate’s pussy, the vampire’s fingers inside my cunt, and her mouth on my clit.
The moment Thorne picks up speed, deliciously destroying my asshole with his thrusts, I reach my orgasm. My walls clamp down on Layla’s fingers and once I’m doneshaking, she removes them and shoves them into Thorne’s mouth so he can lick them clean.
That’s when he comes, his cock jerking as cum splatters the inside of my asshole. Stars burst over my vision for a second time, blackness threatening to take over.
Thankfully, I don’t pass out.
I watch, drunk off the ecstasy of two orgasms, as Layla chases her release. Her eyes are black, mouth open, and fangs out. Thorne’s tail starts vibrating, fucking her rigorously. I tug down the material of her tank top and pinch her nipple, sending her over the edge.
Layla collapses on top of me, a silly grin on her face. Thorne tucks his cock back into his pants before adjusting us so we’re both laying on top of his wide and muscular body.
My wings have retreated to my back, but Thorne’s wings are now out. He cocoons us inside while we bask in the headiness of our orgasms.
