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I wrap my arm around her shoulders and rub her arm.
“I know you can take care of yourself, but don’t get cocky on me. You know very well there are other supes stronger and more powerful than you.”
Chapter 21 – Layla
The past week went by quickly as SUC made final preparations for the conference. There weren’t any more attempted attacks, no more cryptic letters or even suspicious beings hanging around.
Thorne is convinced their next target is tonight at the opening of the International Supernatural Conference.
I don’t doubt it either.
Vara walks out of her massive closet in a sleek red dress with thin straps and a neckline that dips all the way down to her navel. The fabric falls over the curves of her hips like liquid. She turns to give herself a once-over in the mirror and my fangs drop.
Fuck.
Her ass is so juicy, I want tobiteit.
“Patience, Lollipop. You can bite my ass when we get home tonight.”
I’ve rather enjoyed the shared thoughts part of the bond. Mostly because Thorne blushes anytime he hears me think about him or Vara... those thoughts are never innocent either.
She flutters her wings behind her and adjusts the headdress she’s wearing—it has matching red diamonds and gold spikes banding around her skull—and she fluffs her blonde hair styled in a braid that hangs over her shoulder.
I want to fist my hands in the mane while she has her nose buried in my—
She turns to me with a heated smile.
“Behave yourself, Queen. We’re already running late, and I can’t fuck you in the car on the drive to the venue either. I willnothave an entire room of supes smelling that sweet cunt after I make you come all over my fingers.”
She moves me toward the mirror.
“Beautiful,” she says, skimming her palms over my arms.
Tonight’s attire isn’t meant to be formal, but Vara wears whatever she wants. For me, I went with a black jumpsuit with short sleeves and a gold belt around the high waistline. My hair is down in soft curls around my face. Vara broadcasts an image of Thorne wrapping the locks around his wrist while she orders him to fuck me.
Wow. We’re all horny as fuck.
Vara presses her soft lips to my shoulder, then grabs her clutch and offers me an arm. “Ready?”
We walk out of her bedroom and find Thorne standing before a few of my security team members, going over procedures for tonight. I’m sure they’ve heard them about a million times already.
When a few of the guys on the team widen their eyes, spotting Vara and me walking into the room, Thorne stops talking and turns to face us.
“Out,” he growls, and the team doesn’t think twice, filing out the front door.
“Our gargoyle guard is so jealous, isn’t he, Layla?” Vara purrs, taking Thorne’s face and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. She doesn’t linger, making sure not to mess up her lipstick.
“I will be struggling all night trying not to stab out the eyes of every creature that looks at you two.”
Thorne kisses me softly, careful not to smear my lipstick either.
“You two look absolutely stunning,” he says and with his arms around our waists, he leads us out the door.
The drive from Lower Manhattan into Brooklyn where the conference is being held takes nearly thirty minutes because of Friday night traffic.
We pull up to a back entrance of the arena in Prospect Heights. The door opens and we exit to a team of bodyguards waiting to escort us in. Thorne is behind us as Erebos leads.
We weave through hallways that are meant for staff until coming upon a holding area where speakers for tonight will gather before going up on stage. Thorne veers off to talk to Locheran about security measures and leaves Erebos to wait with us.
