Page 34 of Guardians for the Vamp
I’ve yet to bring it up with either woman, mostly because they’ve both been too busy. This isn’t the kind of discussion to have in passing.
“You’re being extra broody tonight,” Layla says with a sigh, though I don’t miss the humor in her voice. “Perhaps if I rode your cock, that would make you smile.”
She giggles when I do, in fact, smile.
“I knew it. Look...” She scoots over to me, and her hand falls to my groin. She rubs her palm over my hardening cock. “I know Vara wanted us to wait for her, but what if we have a quickie? Surely, that wouldn’t count.”
We’re in an SUV, heading to the second meeting of the Supernatural Unveiling Committee. After the show we put on during the drive the first time, we’ve made sure to change her transportation for one that included a privacy divider, which is currently up.
Her hand slips behind the band of my pants, and she wraps her short fingers around my bulbous base. I take Layla by the throat and her fangs drop immediately.
“Patience, Bunny.”
She snarls at the nickname, still not a fan.
I’m not an adorable animal. Bunnies are prey. I’m a predator,she had said the first time I called her bunny. She then proceeded to scrunch her adorable button nose, like a bunny.
I moan when she tightens her grip and fists up and down the length until I leak precum from the tip. She uses it forlube and speeds up while her free hand roughly massages my balls through my pants.
Just how I like it.
I loosen my grip around her neck and extract my claws, letting one of them slice the side of her throat. Leaning over, I use my long tongue to lick up the blood beading out of the cut. She groans the same time I do.
“You’re close,” she mumbles through her desire.
She must feel my balls clenching.
“I want you to come down my throat.”
I release her neck, and she takes my cock completely out of my pants. The moment her soft, plush lips wrap around the tip, I erupt.
I buck up into her mouth, my entire cock sliding in until the tip hits the back of her throat. I hold her head there while I release jets of my seed that she swallows greedily as if she’s been dying of thirst.
“Fuck, Layla,” I moan.
I remove my cock from her mouth, and she licks her lips, humming.
“Let me take care of you now,” I say, moving to cup her pussy.
She pushes my hand away and points out the window.
“We’re here, but don’t worry. That felt sogood for me too.”
She pats my cheek and a second later, one of the security team members who followed us in another SUV opens her door.
Most everyone has arrived when we enter the meeting room. Vara is sitting on the table at Layla’s seat, chatting with Brian, the shifter rep. Vara immediately ends their conversation and stands, pushing the shifter to the side.
I chuckle, not even surprised by the dismissive move. Brian rolls his eyes and takes his seat.
“Lollipop,” she purrs, taking Layla’s hands in hers. Vara leans in, giving Layla a kiss on each cheek. “You look lovely. That outfit fits you like a second skin.”
It’s true. Layla is wearing a dark green wrap dress that hugs her thick frame deliciously.
“It will look even better on my floor,” Vara whispers, though whispering around supernaturals is pointless. Everyone heard the sphinx proposition the vampire.
It’s fine. They all know something is going on between us. Especially with me and Layla since we always walk in smelling like sex.
Layla blanches. “That’s a terrible line, V.”
