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“Y-yes,” Layla wheezes.
“Now,” Thorne growls, and he stills when his knot expands enough that he’s no longer able to move while inside Layla.
The tip of his tail also expands inme. When it starts vibrating, I’m sent over the edge at the same time Thorne moans and Layla screams. My fangs have already sunk into Thorne’s wrist. Layla’s drinking from the peak of my breast, and Thorne is latched onto Layla’s neck.
I don’t know how we made this work. I’m sure we resemble a pretzel. But the moment a bright light bursts throughout the room and my vision starts to fade, I know we did it.
We completed the bond.
Chapter 20 – Thorne
Amonth and a half.
That’s how long it took to strengthen and satisfy the bond.
It was more than just sex. We also cuddled while talking about our long lives, the places we lived, and the things we still want to do. Like Layla, who wants to go to Disney World because she’s never been. Vara who wants to open her first human/supernatural club once we reveal ourselves to their world.
And me.
I want to write a mystery book.
They’re small aspirations, but new experiences for all of us, which is rare for our kind.
Spending the past month and a half with Layla and Vara, with no responsibilities for once in my life, was nice. The timing was perfect since we still have no leads on the human who shot at us with wooden bullets. There haven’t been any additional attacks, which isn’t surprising since Layla hasn’t been out in public, except for the meeting with Rorik.
I canceled Vara and Layla’s in-person appearances, so all their meetings were done virtually, including the bi-weekly meeting for SUC. No one questioned Layla and Vara appearing together on video. Except for Locheran, who they ignored.
Not that it mattered. Supernaturals are horrible gossips so word got out fast that Layla, Vara, and I are mates. We had to report our relationship to WOVE who gave Layla reprieve for the bondymoon. That’s what Layla called the honeymoon for completing the bond.
It’s now two weeks until the International Supernatural Conference. Tonight’s in-person SUC meeting will involve going over the itinerary for the event. There will be guest speakers, humans and supernaturals alike. Video presentations showing unity amongst our kind and even a few videos of humans and supes working together. Locheran also formed an inter-species special ops team tofocus on stopping self-proclaimed monster hunters. That team will have their own presentation at the conference.
One day will solely be for hearing concerns from the supernatural community.
For the most part, we’re prepared. Yet the pit in my stomach grows deeper every day.
Vara pouts as we pile into the SUV, Layla between us. My first in command, Erebos, is in the front seat with the driver. I left the griffin in charge while I was on my ‘bondymoon’ but since we’ve emerged from the sex cave—Layla’s words, not mine—I’m back in the lead role. With tonight being our first public appearance in nearly two months, I beefed up security. One vehicle leads us to the WOVE building in Lower Manhattan while two others follow.
“I don’t want to go to work,” Vara whines.
Layla laughs, taking the sphinx’s paw in her hand. She kisses her knuckles. “We’ll have plenty of time to play after this conference is over.”
I hope.
Those unspoken words silence us. The truth is, we have no idea if this plan will work. If it doesn’t, we go to war and one of us could die.
All of uscould die.
“Everything’s going to work out,” Layla says, hearing my thoughts. I’ve been working on putting up walls to keep them in, but sometimes I forget.
Layla takes my hand and brings it up to kiss my knuckles just as she had done with Vara. My tense body relaxes slightly at her touch. Desire takes over, and I grab my mate by the throat so I can claim her lips.
It doesn’t matter how much the three of us have fucked, we will always want more. I’ve released enough cum to fill a lake at this point. Yet just the brush of Layla’s mouth, a graze of her fingertips over my skin, has me hard and leaking.
We spend the rest of the drive giving in to our lust, making sure to be careful about simultaneous orgasms. Rorik said it could take years for the passing out part to lessen.
Everyone is already seated when we walk into the conference room. Layla takes her place at the front and Vara sits next to Locheran. He raises a brow at her, and she flips him off. I snort and pull out my phone when it vibrates in my pocket.
Sex looks good on you, brother.
