Chapter 9 – Thorne
Torture.
It’s the only way I can describe the past two weeks.
I kept my promise to Vara, despite how badly I wanted to sink my cock inside Layla’s sweet cunt.
That’s not saying that we haven’t fooled around.
I’ve pleasured her with my fingers and feasted on her pussy while her legs were wrapped tightly around my head. I drank her pleasure after she came. She’s also sucked me off a few times, mostly while in the car on our way to a meeting or an event.
I’ve never been so... feverish for another being. My need to be near her is nearly suffocating.
I can’t understand it, and I’ve stopped fighting it. I may have said it was a bad idea to get involved with Layla, but it’s never felt so good. So right.
I’ve talked to Xander about my feelings for the vampire and the sphinx, though we haven’t seen her since the first meeting of SUC—I chuckle at the acronym, still funny several weeks later.
Xander has experienced the emotions of a mate, and he agrees that I’m going through something similar.
There’s a tugging in my chest when Layla or Vara are not in my presence.
It’s not painful, but it’s constant, as if my heart is attempting to leave my chest in search of them.
Overwhelming desire fills my body when I lay eyes on them.
There’s also the unexplainable need to protect Layla and the jealousy when another being smiles at her or places a hand on her arm or shoulder.
I assume those same protective and jealous feelings are there for Vara as well.
Xander was thrilled for me until realizing I’m experiencing all this for two women. He’s been alive for a lot longer than me, and he’s never heard of a supernatural being having two mates. Though he said it’s not impossible.
Nothing is impossible when it comes to supernaturals.
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 for lube 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 so good 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.”
Vara chuckles, amused at the shortening of her name. She shrugs. “Terrible but true.”
The sphinx walks around Layla, placing her hand on her shoulder.
“I hope this meeting is quick. I have plans for you.”
She turns to me.
“And you.”
With a wink, Vara takes her seat.
I cover my groin, the thoughts of tonight finally happening have my cock hard despite Layla draining it minutes earlier. It desperately wants to knot inside a warm pussy.
Or asshole.
We’re not picky.
The first time I had that thought, it surprised me. I never had an overwhelming need to knot inside any of my previous partners. Most of the time, knotting is intended for mating... but it doesn’t have to be. It can knot for my partner's pleasure.
I lock eyes with Vara, and she lifts a perfect brow at me. I must not be hiding my arousal well. My phone buzzes in my pants pocket, and I pull it out to see a text from Locheran.
Hey Mister Growlypants, keep it down over there.
Loch
Fuck! I growled again?
I reply with a middle finger emoji and tuck my phone away.
I let my thoughts consume me as Layla leads the meeting. She’s so regal up there, powerful, inspiring. She answers questions and concerns from the group the best that she can. To be honest, we won’t know if any of this planning will be helpful. We have no idea how the humans will react.
Locheran will have the biggest job of preparing security measures, not just locally, but ones that can be utilized around the world. He’ll also need to come up with a war plan in case that's the outcome of the unveiling.
Layla discusses some of the human events she’ll be attending over the next few months and asks for volunteers to attend with her. The witch, werewolf, shifter, and fae reps all agree to attend at least one of them.
The idea is that once a supe has made a strong enough connection with a human, and once they trust them enough, they’ll reveal their true forms. The human’s reaction will be gauged and if it goes badly, a witch or vampire will be on standby to help.
Layla doesn’t want to implement compulsion to sway acceptance, but it might be needed to avoid problems with a human that could put our lives at risk.
For the most part, Layla is confident that most mortals we befriend will be accepting. She wants to have a big group of well-known humans at the convention taking place in about seven months. That way we can show the supernatural committee it’s possible for humans to accept us.
Vara already has connections with a few human journalists, and she plans to attend upcoming journalism conferences to do more networking.
She said we’ll want to have interviews lined up on network news shows, with newspapers and online blogs, etc.
She also wants to reach out to some influencers.
There are a few supernatural ones who have accounts appearing as cosplayers but what people believe are costumes or makeup are actually their true forms. It’s something the elders are not fans of but trying to convince younger supes to stay off social media is like speaking to the wind.
After an hour of discussions, Layla finally ends the meeting. Vara stands as the last person exits and joins Layla at the front of the table. I step forward too on Layla’s other side.
“I’m so proud of you, Lollipop.” Vara traces her fingertips up and down Layla’s arm. “So commanding up there. Do you like to be in control?”
Layla nods then frowns.
“Yes, but only because I don’t like being controlled. When I was human, my husband was abusive. After I killed him during my turn, I staked my sire, who was just as bad, I vowed to never let another man control me. In the bedroom, I tend to have the same attitude but...”
“But...”
Layla smiles shyly. I rarely see her shy around others. It’s mostly in private where her vulnerability tends to come out.
“I like when you control me, V.”
“You like taking orders from me?”
Layla nods.
Vara shifts her golden eyes to me.
“What about Thorne? Do you want him to control you? Give you orders? Or do you want him to get down on his knees before you?”
Layla sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes darkening as lust takes over.
“I want him on his knees.”
My cock jumps at her words.
“Good girl,” Vara whispers, taking Layla’s chin so she can kiss her. It’s a quick, but passionate kiss. “Not here though. My place isn’t far.”
Vara nods to me, and I open the door. She takes Layla’s hand and leads her out of the room while I fall behind, Layla’s other hand in mine.
Layla’s security team escorts us out of the building to a row of SUVs waiting at the curb. The guards split between the first and last vehicle while Layla, Vara, and I pile in the middle one.