Page 47 of Guardians for the Vamp
Layla extracts two wine glasses from the cabinets and fills them.
“That’s true.”
“And I want to do something... a little different tonight.”
Her fangs are out, and she teases her plump bottom lip with the pointed tip.
“Oh?”
She shifts on her feet, unsure of how to ask for what she wants. I don’t need to ask her what she wants—I know.
“You’re usually in control...” Her words trail off, and she twirls a piece of hair at the nape of her neck.
I clutch her chin.
“Use your words, darling. Tell me what you want.”
She closes her eyes and when they open, they’re pitch black.
“Can I be in control tonight?”
I ghost my lips over hers, and she whimpers.
“You never have to ask, Layla. I will gladly take orders from you.”
To show her just how true those words are, I get on my knees before her and place my palms on my thighs.
I keep my eyes straight ahead, waiting for instructions.
“Holy hell, V... that’s fucking hot.”
I stifle the urge to roll my eyes. She wants to be in control, but she’s being silly. I’d spank her if I was the one calling the shots tonight.
Layla said she likes to be in control in the bedroom, but it’s clear she’s submissive. She always defers to me when we’re together with Thorne. I think she puts on an act and pretends to enjoy dominating a lover. She likely takes control to protect herself and it’s because of her past with her husband and her sire.
She’s yet to tell us more about that time in her life.
Layla’s strong vampire hand wraps around my throat and squeezes. My mouth opens and Layla spits in it, sending a shot of lust throughout my body.
My eyes widen, not expecting that.
But, fuck, it was sexy.
“Take off my clothes, then bury your face in my pussy,” she says and kisses me.
When she releases my lips and throat, I stand, and she turns so I can unzip her out of her dress. It’s a body-hugging gown that has had me drooling from the moment she walked into the living room after getting dressed.
And, of course, she’s wearing nothing underneath.
“I knew you weren’t wearing underwear. I could smell how wet you were for me all night long.”
She smirks, then points to her bedroom. I lead the way, and she follows. Once there, I turn to wait for orders.
“On your knees.”
I begin to remove my clothes, but Layla snatches the tail of my braid and tugs my head back.
“Did I say you could undress?”
