Page 53 of Guardians for the Vamp
I leave to retrieve the human. This donor is a tall and slender man with pale skin, which means he donates often. When I bring him to the kitchen island, Layla’s eyes darken, and her fangs drop.
“Thorne,” she whispers. “You got me dinner?”
“Of course, Bunny,” I say, palming her cheek.
I point at the stool next to Layla and the human sits. I return to the food on the stove. The stir fry is done so I scoop it out of the pan into two waiting bowls, then retrieve the egg rolls from the oven, dropping two on each pile of food.
I bring the dishes to the island where we all like to eat, instead of at the dining room table, which feels far too formal. After refilling Vara’s wine glass, I grab my beer and sit down.
I relish the sweet sounds Vara makes as she tastes the food I cooked. Typically, my meals are quick, an afterthought. Or I order takeout from a restaurant. I can’t evenremember the last time I prepared dinner for someone I cared about.
Despite Layla not being able to consume human food, I didn’t want her to feel left out, so I contacted her assistant, and she ordered the donor.
Layla takes the human’s arm and drinks from his wrist. She sighs as she locks eyes with me.
Desire and appreciation look back at me.
Contentment.
Thismust be what love is. It’s a strange feeling. Different from loving my friends and family. I would die for friends and family, but for my mates, I would lay waste to the world.
Chapter 15 – Vara
Over 2,000 years of living on this godforsaken Earth; I’ve experienced loss, lust, and vengeance.
Never have I loved.
Not the kind that consumes the body until all thoughts and desires belong to the beings that claim your soul.
Mysoul.
It belongs to them.
Thorne and Layla are my mates. It’s clearer every day.
Like right now.
I’d never willingly cuddle up in a chair with a vampire on my lap while a gargoyle serenades us.
Thorne’s fingers expertly dance across the piano’s keys as he belts outWhen a Man Loves a Womanby Percy Sledge. He also changed the lyrics to saytwowomen and switched all instances of ‘she’ to either they or them.
I roll my eyes at how adorablethat is.
The gargoyle amuses me. He’s broody as fuck when he’s around anyone other than Layla and me. We get to see this special side of him. His smile that’s a little lopsided. His dark blue eyes that always look haunted brighten when he’s with us.
I hadn’t expected to be so attracted to him. I honestly thought Layla was the center of our bond, and my appeal for Thorne was only because of her. But I find my feelings for him to be equally as strong as the ones I have for Layla.
Do they both feel the same?
Layla’s face is lit up with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. Her hands are clasped in front of her as she watches Thorne play the piano and sing. She glances up at me every once in a while, as if making sure I’m also enjoying the one man show.
When Thorne ends the song, she claps enthusiastically, bouncing in her seat on top of me. I ignore the spark of desire that rolls through me… until remembering that my mates and I share pleasure.
They turn their heads to me, eyes darkening and fangs bared.
“V,” Layla purrs. She leans in and brushes her lips over my neck. “Do you need us right now?”
“I always need you,” I say, gasping as Layla’s cold hands slide down my chest and stomach before cupping my pussy.
