Page 71 of Guardians for the Vamp
I crawl into the center of the bed, sitting on my knees to watch the gargoyle spread Layla’s plump cheeks apart and bury his face between them. His wings are fully extended, and they shudder the moment his long, thick tongue pokes past the tight ring of muscle.
Layla jerks, her hands fist the comforter, and she whimpers because Thorne isn’t being gentle. He’s fucking her asshole with that talented tongue, fast and furious like the good boy that he is.
I clutch Layla’s chin.
“Open those pretty lips.”
When she does, I spit in her mouth.
“Good girl,” I whisper, giving her a kiss. “Now come for Thorne.”
Thorne’s tail slips underneath Layla, finding her clit. It presses against the sensitive bundle of nerves and vibrates. Layla screams and buries her face into the bedding as her body convulses. I moan too, her pleasure spreading through me. It’s strong enough that I nearly come.
Thorne stands and licks his lips. His bulbous cock is rock hard and straining against the seam of his pants.
I grab Layla by the hair and lift her head.
“You and Thorne undress each other, then I want you to crawl on top of me.”
Layla nods, and I get into position while my mates undress. They’re eager, so within seconds, they’re naked and ready.
“Do you have instructions for us?” Layla asks, a brow quirked. She’s being sassy with me.
“As a matter of fact, I do. Thorne’s going to fuck that tight pussy of yours from behind while you’re on top of me, that way he can knot. His tail will take me in the ass. When we come together, Layla will bite down on my breast, I will drink from Thorne’s wrist, and Thorne can sink his fangs into Layla’s neck.”
“So sexy,” Layla teases.
“Get the fuck over here,” I growl and Layla giggles. The sound is lovely, like a song performed by the world’s greatest symphony. If I were to never hear her laugh again, I fear I would forget how to breathe and simply die.
“You will not die,” Layla says, rolling her eyes.
“You heard that?” I ask, eyes wide.
“You didn’t say it out loud,” Thorne answers. “We heard it though. The bond is anxious if we can hear each other’s thoughts so clearly now.”
Layla slowly crawls up my body. I take her by the throat, bringing her face to mine, and crush my lips to hers. Thorne doesn’t waste time. He’s behind Layla, and she gasps when he slides the tip of his cock up and down her slit.
“Let him stretch you, Bug.”
Layla straddles my hips, her front nearly smashed to mine. Her fangs have dropped, her eyes solid black. I squeeze her throat and kiss her again, drowning out her scream when Thorne thrusts inside her.
His tail teases my ass, the tip self-lubricating to prepare me. Once satisfied, it transforms into a phallic shape and slides into me with ease.
“Yes,” I moan as he pounds into Layla viciously to match the pumps of his tail.
My wings have spread open, so have Thorne’s, and he uses the ends to slip between our bodies and tease our nipples. I slide my hand down to reach Layla’s clit, and she has the same idea, finding mine and pressing her finger down to massage it.
“Oh, fuck, Thorne,” Layla screams. “Your cock is growing.”
It’s preparing to knot.
“I can’t last much longer,” he groans.
I expected the bonding ritual to be quick as our souls are more than ready to be bound.
Thorne grunts as he drives into Layla, his tail matching the jerk of his hips. He leans over, his lips brushing the nook of the vampire’s neck. His fangs scrape against the skin. He holds out his arm for me to take.
“Are you ready?” I ask them.
