Page 31 of Guardians for the Vamp
“Do we all get to fuck the new vampire queen or just Vara and the gargoyle?” Johnathan, the werewolf representative, asks.
The beta for Big Apple werewolf pack stands just inside the conference room door, arms crossed over his expansive chest. He’s got sandy blond hair and golden eyes to match his golden smile. He’s a big guy all around and shorter than the average man.
“That’s enough, John. Take your seat,” Layla says, already annoyed with the mouthy were.
He’s got a reputation for being a prankster and a gossiper.
Everyone already knows about the new vampire queen giving a show at the ball nearly a week ago. It was a celebration,and we weren’t the only ones publicly fucking that night. No one batted an eye.
But supes might start talking if they know Layla isstillfucking her guard and the only sphinx in New York City.
Possibly the world.
I frown at the thought of being the only one left.
“Take your seat as well, Vara.” My heart flutters at her dismissive tone. I scorn myself for challenging her authority right now.
She’s leading this new committee, and I just announced to the room that she’s being fucked by one of its members and the supe hired to protect her.
I’m an asshole.
“The energy in the room is weird,” Locheran says, walking through the door. He plops down in a chair next to me. “And it smells like sex in here.”
Locheran sniffs towards Layla and Thorne. His eyes widen, then he wiggles his brows at them. They both ignore him.
I expected Thorne to represent the gargoyles on this committee, but it makes sense that it’s Locheran. He’s the commander for the gargoyle king’s army so we’ll need his expertise on potential battle plans. Thorne’s only job is to protect Layla and lead her security team. He can’t have any distractions.
Layla herself is a beautiful distraction that he’s clearly failed to avoid.
“Vara, you’re looking extra bitchy today,” Locheran says, smiling.
He’s always been a beautiful beast. He’s got muscles for days—as most gargoyles do. He’s around my height. His hair is navy blue—lighter compared to the king’s midnight blue that almost appears black—and Locheran’s skin is a darker shade of purple.
He’s cocky as hell and women these days would call him a fuck boy.
“Only because you’re here… sitting next to me. Annoying me,” I say.
“It’s an honor.” He salutes me, then tosses up his middle finger, which doesn’t have the effect he thinks it does since he only has four fingers.
“Clearly, this committee is made up of children,” Layla mumbles.
More supernatural representatives enter the room including a wolf shifter, a spirit, a demon, a centaur, a mothman, an orc, Gorgan the dragon in his human form—to name a few.
No angel rep, not that I’m surprised.
Once everyone’s settled, and the monsters who can’t physically be here have joined via video conference, Layla begins.
“Thank you all for taking part in this ambitious plan.”
My heart beats a little faster seeing her so regal before us. Millie was a great queen, but I know she didn’t want the role. Layla, however, was born to lead.
“I want to begin with a few rules,” Layla continues. “First and foremost, it’s imperative that only the beings on this committee keep the details of what we discuss, and the plan we construct, confidential. The only exceptions are your superiors or the elders who already know about the unveiling.”
There’s some mumbling of agreement but everyone nods.
“Second, I want everyone to be vocal. Any doubts you might have, let them be known. We cannot have a half-ass plan. And third, please be civil. We won’t agree on everything, but wemustcompromise. That’s the only way this will work.”
More mumbles of agreement.
