Page 9 of Guardians for the Vamp
The sphinx owns most of the supernatural nightclubs around New York City. We’ve never met, but I’ve heard plenty about her.
She walks in on all fours, like she’s an A-list celebrity at a Hollywood movie premiere. Her wings stretch out as she scans the room, then as she stands on two feet, she shutters them to her back. Strutting towards us, her golden cat-like eyes lock on Layla and a tinge of jealousy and protectiveness nips at my nerves.
Vara glances at me and raises her brow. The corner of her lip turns up into a smirk, showing me a fang.
The curls of golden blonde hair fall around her like a mane. She’s wearing a banded headpiece full of diamondsand other colorful jewels that I couldn’t begin to name. The colors match her sparkling rainbow dress that looks more like lingerie and barely covers her furred body. Her lion’s tail hangs beside her like a snake, ready to attack.
“My queen,” she says to Layla the moment she stops in front of her. She bows for show.
Layla’s brown eyes are wide, her pupils blown, plump lips parted. I spot the tips of her fangs. Is she… turned on by the sphinx?
The room has gone silent. Xander and Locheran move closer as if ready for the sphinx to attack. Not that Vara has a reputation of being violent, only that she’s shown up to a meeting she wasn’t invited to.
Vara tries to take Layla’s hands into her paws, but before I can react, preparing to protect the vampire queen, Layla steps back.
“What are you doing here, Vara?” she asks, standing a little bit taller.
Vara glances at me again. Her eyes scan my body from head to toe before giving me a flirty wink, which sends a shiver rolling through my body.
What the hell?
Have I been poisoned by a succubus? An incubus? Or any other sexually charged demon? I’ve neverbeen so hard in my life and the sexual tension between Vara and Layla isn’t helping.
The two clearly have a history.
“I’m here for the party, of course.”
Layla opens her mouth to speak but Vara cuts her off.
“And to let you know that I’ve been selected as the new ambassador to humans on the Supernatural Unveiling Committee.”
“Excuse me?” Layla says.
Vara walks around Layla’s left, her clawed hand dragging across the vampire queen’s bare shoulder. I should step in, force the sphinx to stop touching the woman I’m now assigned to guard, but my cock grows harder as if sensing Layla’s pleasure intensifying.
I can’t move or everyone will see my tented pants.
“You see, my little Layla-lollipop, they’re going to need a voice... a face for the public once we reveal ourselves to the humans.”
“How do you know about the unveiling plan? I was given a list of every supe who was included in the discussions, and you weren’t on it,” Layla says, crossing her arms.
The move pushes her cleavage up, and I force myself to look away from the beautiful mounds.
“I have eyes and ears all over this city, my dear.”
Vara stalks behind Layla, dragging her sharp fingertip across her back. Then she continues to me. Her palm flattens on my upper arm, and I nearly blow my load right then.
What the hell?
Vara grins at me like I’m a four-course meal she’s about to devour and keeps walking until she’s back in front of Layla. She cups the vamp’s chin and leans in, their lips inches apart.
“You’re stuck with me, my sweet Layla-cakes.”
Vara is seconds from kissing Layla, but the vampire queen pulls back.
“You’re crossing the line,sphinx,” Layla warns, her fangs fully bared now.
The look on her face would frighten any human, maybe even a few young vampires and other supernatural beings.
