Page 64 of Guardians for the Vamp
“Take him to the holding cell in the basement. Compel him to tell the truth and report back to me with his answers.”
I had the cell installed the first week as Layla’s head of security. It has a power suppressor so if any sort of spell has been cast upon the human, it will no longer work in the room.
Vara and Layla are hugging, bloody tears streaming down the vampire’s face.
“Thorne,” Vara says. “Worry about the human tomorrow. Let him sit in fear for a while and let us see to your wound. Let us take care of you.”
I cave, noticing the concern in Layla and Vara’s eyes. I give Erebos orders to watch over the human, then let my mates lead me through the balcony’s door. I dismiss the soldiers inside, instructing them to take their posts outside the entrance of Layla’s penthouse.
The vampire guard who has been staying in one of Layla’s guest rooms has long moved out since I’m here every night now.
Layla leads me into the massive en suite bathroom in her bedroom and sits me on the counter. Vara lifts my shirt over my head, the magic-infused fabric separating to clear my wings. Layla is on my other side, and her hands immediately fall to the scars across my chest and stomach.
I suck in a sharp breath when her cold fingertips trace over them. She does this sometimes when we’re lying in bed after sex, cuddling. Gargoyles can heal from their wounds, but if the cut is deep enough, scars will be left behind.
“The bullet didn’t go through,” Vara says, inspecting my wound. “I’ll have to dig it out.”
“I have a vampire first aid kit,” Layla says, turning to the door behind her.
“A vampire first aid kit?” I ask.
“Yeah, once hunters learned to make wooden bullets to kill us, some vampires decided to keep kits on hand in case we got shot and they missed our heart. Wooden bullets make it harder to heal, especially if one is left lodged in our body.” She frowns, taking the container out of the closet and handing it to Vara. “I’ve never had to use it before. I’m so sorry, Thorne.”
She leans in, taking my face in her hands and kissing me softly on the lips.
“I would suffer one hundred wooden bullets every day if it meant you’d never feel the pain of just one,” I say and kiss her this time, slipping my tongue inside her mouth to lap up her sweet taste.
I moan as her soft lips press against mine. So gentle despite the dangerous vampire I know she can be. So delicate for her large, broody gargoyle mate.
“Done,” Vara’s voice ends our quick make out session.
The wooden bullet sits on the counter next to me. I didn’t even feel her removing it. Guess the pleasure of kissing my mate overruled the pain.
“It’s already closing up,” Vara says, wiping an alcohol swab over my injury. She washes and dries her hands when finished.
“How are you feeling?” she asks, cupping my neck with her hand.
“I can barely feel the sting anymore. Nothing but a thorn in my side compared to this,” I say, pointing at the scar on my face.
“Good,” Vara says, a mischievous smile creeping upon her face. “Now, you’re going to let Layla and me take care of you for the rest of the night.”
She grabs my hand and pulls me off the bathroom counter before I can protest. I’m led into the bedroom with Layla following.
“Finish undressing him,” she orders the vampire.
Layla complies, slipping my pants off my body. Again, the magic-infused fabric splits to move past my tail.
“Such a good boy, not wearing underwear for us,” Vara purrs.
My cock jumps at her words, pre-cum already dripping from the tip.
“Sit on the bed, wings out,” Layla says eagerly.
I do as my queen demands and sit on the end of the bed, allowing plenty of room for my wings to spread out. They’re about ten feet from end to end.
“Can we touch them?” Vara asks.
I’ve never let anyone touch my wings. Not even any of my past lovers. My wings are my lifeline. If they’re damaged, they won’t heal like the rest of my body. If they receive too many tears, I wouldn’t be able to fly.
