Chapter 10 – Vara
“You’re not sure how to complete the bond?” Thorne asks, shifting on his feet.
“In theory I do. Certainly, it can’t be too different from how vampires and gargoyles complete their bonds.” I wave my hand at Layla then Thorne.
Layla perks up, seeming to catch on. “You think we should fuck and bite each other during simultaneous orgasms until the bond clicks into place so to speak?”
Thorne’s already dark purple face deepens with a blush. He smiles too. It’s strange to see the emotion on the broody gargoyle. He’s all hard lines and massive muscles yet the thought of being together with me and Layla transforms that intimidating exterior to a beautifully welcoming presence.
I bet he’s really good at hugs.
I startle at the thought. I’ve never been one to give, or want, hugs. Touching in general is reserved for sexual pleasures. But to be hugged by either of these two… to be cuddled up in bed after multiple mind-blowing orgasms warms my entire body with something I’ve never felt: contentment.
I shrug. “We could, but the part I’m unsure of is how long the bonding stage will be afterwards. It could be anywhere from a few days or weeks to months.”
Thorne’s smile slowly fades.
“Right. While I would love nothing more than to have my cock and tail buried deep inside the both of you, and lose ourselves to the bond, Layla is the new vampire queen. She’s booked for the next several months with meetings and appearances.”
Layla scrunches her nose. “Unfortunately, he’s right. I’m supposed to start making friends with human activists and political figures. I’ll be attending charity events and community outreach programs. Anything to get my face on the local news to become well known to the humans. Same with Vara.”
We stand in silence as we let our situation sink in.
“If I am Layla’s mate,” Thorne begins, “then I need to step down from my position, something I should have done the moment I suspected it. There are already rules in place for such things.”
“There are rules,” I say. “But I think you were chosen for this role for a reason, and if you are her mate, that means you will protect her at all costs. Anyone else could leave her vulnerable.”
“Not if one of Xander’s other soldiers takes my place.”
“Thorne,” I sigh. “Now isn’t the time to follow rules.
Loosen up for fuck’s sake. We don’t even know how the three-way bond works entirely.
You shouldn’t worry until it locks into place.
Also, we probably shouldn’t tell anyone of this.
Multiple mates at the same time is unheard of.
Supes are jealous creatures. They could attempt to break us apart, or worse, use us against Layla in her new position. ”
Thorne grimaces. “I already mentioned my... um... feelings for the both of you to Xander.”
“And I talked to Millie too.”
Of course. They have friends who they talk with about this kind of stuff.
I wave my hand. “Fine, tell those you trust, but no one else. I’d like to keep this to ourselves as long as possible.
I know it will come out eventually. It’s inevitable.
We just need more time to process what’s happening between the three of us. ”
“So we really are mates?” Layla asks, awe and excitement filling her voice.
Thorne’s wings flutter. I’ve noticed he does that a lot when he’s delighted… or turned on. My eyes travel down his body to his bulge. He’s definitely turned on.
“It’s all happening so fast,” Layla continues.
“Yes. It is,” I say. “But like I said, by not completing the bond right away, it will allow our feelings to catch up to this intense attraction we’re feeling toward each other.”
That could also bite us in the ass. If we truly are mates, the bond will do everything in its power to bring us together. Everything will be amplified: our sexual need for one another, our protectiveness, the painful tug in our chest when we’re apart…
Supernaturals are far more open to accepting a fated mate bond than a human.
Most of us wait our entire lives to find the one who claims our heart.
But our case is different. Our hearts are being shared and it’s all too overwhelming, even for a supernatural.
Not to mention that we have lived hundreds of years alone, not needing to depend on another.
Besides, a fated mate bond can be rejected. We still have a choice. Our bodies will only allow the bond to take hold if the other—or others—truly want it.
“I mean…” Layla says at the same time Thorne mumbles, “But…”
They’re both pouting, and it’s rather adorable.
“Oh no,” I goad. “My poor horny mates.”
Layla and Thorne stand on opposite sides of each other at the kitchen island, and I’m at the end between them. Extending my wings, I wrap the ends around them and drag them next to me.
Layla gasps at the unexpected move and Thorne humphs.
I doubt the massive gargoyle has ever been manhandled before.
He’s strong, but so am I. I’d love nothing more than to toss him around.
He’s especially good at taking orders, pleasuring our queen at my words in the limo a few weeks ago.
I’d love to sit back and tell him to touch and fuck Layla while I watch.
I lift my hands to cup their cheeks. “Who says we can’t still fuck in the meantime?”
My tail moves between Layla’s legs, and I skim the tip along her already soaked panties. She inhales a sharp breath when it pushes the material aside and brushes her slit.
“So wet for us, my darling.”
I wrap my fingers around her throat and squeeze, pulling her close enough so I can cover her mouth with mine. The kiss is soft, sweet, but I’m hungry for more. I slip my tongue inside and lap up her honey taste. Her fangs have dropped, and they prick my lips, causing them to bleed.
Thorne’s pleasure nips at my nerves. When I release Layla, I reach my hand up and close my fingers around the gargoyle’s thick neck. It’s harder to squeeze but with my supernatural strength, I manage enough to skirt that fine line of pain and pleasure.
I pull Thorne close to slant my mouth over his. His lips aren’t as delicate as Layla’s, but his kiss is just as sweet. Just as hungry. His tongue swipes over the cuts from Layla’s fangs, and he groans at the taste of my blood.
It’s as if it activates the animalistic parts inside him.
He growls and bites down, his own fangs puncturing my lips.
He sucks up the blood as it pours out, then he clasps my chin and turns my head so Layla can get her fill.
The vampire’s tongue lashes over my wound.
It will start healing soon so she eagerly takes what she can.
She moans into my mouth as I move the hardened tip of my tail to her clit. It might not vibrate like a gargoyle’s tail, but I still know how to work a clit.
I press down and massage the sensitive bud in quick circles, bringing Layla to the cusp of orgasm.
Thorne’s fingers have found their way to my pussy, and he slides one in while Layla feeds off our bloody make out session.
There’s a hand on my breast... large and calloused. Then another hand, soft and small, covers the other. Simultaneously, the vampire and gargoyle pinch and pull my nipples, causing me to scream out.
“Bedroom,” I manage to moan.
I release their throats and Thorne removes his fingers, then slides them into Layla’s mouth so she can lick off my pleasure.
Once his fingers are clean, I lead them up the stairs to my bedroom. I’ve kept the decor simple since I don’t spend a lot of time up here. A few abstract paintings hang along the walls. The bedding on the king-sized mattress is white but the rest of the furniture around the room is black.
“In between us, Layla,” I say and stand in front of her.
Thorne moves behind her and locks eyes with me. I nod, and his large hands move to her forearms. He smooths them up then around to her back where he takes hold of the zipper, slowly sliding it down.
Layla inhales sharply. I love how she lets us know just how much our touches affect her.
Thorne’s hands slide underneath the fabric of the dress until it falls off her top half. I take over and peel it down her wide hips until it pools at her feet.
She steps out and while I’m kneeling before her, I help her out of her stilettos too.
“I rather like being on my knees before you, my queen,” I say.
The words ignite her lust, and I lean into her pussy, running my nose up the center and inhaling.
“So fucking delectable.”
I stand and begin undressing. Thorne follows my lead and when we’re both as naked as Layla, we pause to take each other in.
Thorne is littered in scars, most across his chest and stomach, I assume from battles he’s fought. His thick, tree-trunk thighs could crush melons, and his arms are riddled with muscles.
He’s a warrior, through and through.
Thorne and I turn to Layla at the same time, and she takes a step back, her arms twitching as if she’s thinking about covering herself.
“Don’t you dare, Bunny,” Thorne says, and I smirk. Such a good boy, scolding our mate. “We are about to worship every inch of this body. Why would you try to hide what is ours?”
He steps in front of her and sinks to his knees. He’s tall enough for his head to line up with her tits. He leans forward and kisses between them.
“So perfect.”
He moves his lips down to her stomach, kissing just above her belly button.
“So soft.”
He takes hold of her hips and lifts her to put his mouth on her pussy. Extending his long, thick tongue, he licks up the slit before taking her clit in between his lips.
“So ours.”
Layla moans, desperately holding onto his horns for leverage as Thorne thrusts his tongue in and out of her.
“Move her to the bed,” I say, and he stands with Layla still on his tongue.
She squeezes his head between her legs as if fearing he’ll drop her while he walks the few feet to the bed.
He lies down, spreading out his wings in anticipation of using them tonight. He adjusts Layla so she’s in the perfect position above his face.
“Now ride his tongue, Layla.”