Page 70 of Guardians for the Vamp
The SUV pulls up to her building since it’s closer than my place. She grabs my hand, and we exit the car, but instead of walking through the front doors, Thorne takes hold of me and Layla by the waist and shoots us up into the air.
Layla shrieks and buries her head into Thorne’s chest while I punch the gargoyle in the stomach. He pretends it hurts and chuckles, but his grip on me doesn’t loosen. Within seconds we land on Layla’s balcony, and I push him away.
“I have wings of my own, you know.”
He must have called or texted one of the guards because they’re at the door, unlocking it for us.
“If you hated it so much,” he begins, that stupid adorable grin on his face, “then why are yousmiling?”
“I’m only smiling at the thought of me kicking you in the nuts if you ever do that again.”
“I’d rather you cradle my nuts while I fuck your mouth.”
He gives me a peck on the lips, then walks into Layla’s penthouse. Layla appears at my side and leans her head on my arm.
“He’s adorable, isn’t he?”
I scoff. “Fortunately, I adore the fucker, otherwise, he’d be dead for flying off with me without my consent.”
“Come on, my mate,” Layla says.
My mate.
The words fill my chest with an unnerving feeling of joy. I’m still not used to it. Maybe that’s why I’m so angry. My entire life of loneliness and relying on myself is about to end. My soul is about to be shared with two other beings. What if they get sick of me? What if they realize this is a mistake? I can’t have them breaking my heart after I hand it over in pieces. I’ll never be able to put it back together again.
When I walk into the penthouse behind Layla, her hand never leaving mine as she leads me to the bedroom, all my doubts fade.
Thorne stands next to the bed, his shirt already off. Scars mar his chest and stomach, and I chastise myself for being so selfish. I’m not the only one makingsacrifices. We all are. Thorne watched his family get murdered by hunters. He’s been hesitant to love because of that. Layla spent her human life being owned by a man who abused her. She killed her sire for trying to control her like her wretched husband. She was scared of love because of that abuse, but she’s here now, ready to give part of her soul to us.
They arebothhere with me now. They are just as vulnerable as I am.
Thorne holds out his hands: one for me, one for Layla. I take it and a zing of electricity shoots through my body. Layla whimpers, feeling it too.
It’s as if our bodies know it’s happening.
Thorne tugs until we’re both flush with his body, his arms sliding around our waists, so he’s sandwiched between us. Leaning down, he kisses Layla first. I swear I can feel the ghost of his mouth on my own lips. He kisses me next, and it’s both soft andeager.
“My mates,” he says when we part, a goofy smile lighting up his face.
“We should discuss logistics,” I say, nearly out of breath from the kiss. My pleasure is already soaking my inner thighs.
“Logistics?” Layla snorts. “How sexy.”
“I’m serious,” I say.
Layla pats my shoulder. “I know, babe.”
The vampire is being a brat, so I reach out and fist her shirt, then push her onto the bed face first. She yelps at the sudden move and squirms when I peel off her pants and underwear.
“Spank her, Thorne.”
He doesn’t hesitate and the crack of his hand falling on her ass cheek echoes throughout the room.
“Fuck!” Layla screams out.
I start undressing, slipping off the sheer fabric of my halter top and mini skirt. Thorne spanks Layla again and again until welts form. They disappear fast because of her vampire healing.
“Now eat her ass,” I order.
