Chapter 11 – Layla
Thorne’s long, thick tongue pumps in and out of me. Tightly holding onto his horns, I match his thrusts, fucking him like Vara ordered me to.
“Don’t hover. Smother him, my darling,” Vara says, noticing me keeping my weight off Thorne’s face.
Thorne’s arms wrap around my thighs, holding me down.
I worry he’ll suffocate but maybe gargoyles are good at holding their breath.
He doesn’t seem worried and takes over, thrusting in and out of me at a speed I never knew a tongue could accomplish.
A tongue that has expanded and is filling me to capacity.
He growls like a ravenous dog with a bone.
I feel Vara at my back. Her hands snake around my front to palm my breasts. She squeezes, then takes my nipples between her fingers. I cry out when she pinches and pulls. Thorne groans as my pussy walls close around his tongue.
“I’m close,” I wheeze.
Vara’s lips ghost across my neck as she continues to work my nipples. Thorne’s nose grinds into my clit.
Fuck! That feels amazing.
“Come on his tongue, Layla. Show him how well he eats you out.”
Thorne hums, the deep vibration buzzes against my clit. That’s when I erupt with an orgasm, failing to hold in my scream.
“Such a good girl.”
Vara moves away and cold air hits my back. I shiver and lift off Thorne’s face. He pulls me down for a kiss and I whimper, tasting myself on his lips. He’s a fantastic kisser. Soft and cautious yet consuming.
“On your back, Queen.”
I don’t hesitate to follow Vara’s demands. Thorne moves out of the way so I can take his place on the bed.
“Thorne’s going to fuck you while I ride your face.
I squeeze my thighs together, but Thorne pulls them back apart. He teases my soaked entrance with his thick fingers.
“So beautiful,” he whispers.
“So ours,” Vara responds.
I’ve been in a few threesomes over my time on this earth. Never have my lovers been so… possessive and attentive. They’re putting my pleasure first, which I don’t understand since we’re all supposed to be mates.
I reach for Vara, and the sphinx mounts my face. At least with me, there’s no chance I will die from suffocation. I skim my hands up her thighs, relishing the thin, silky layer of fur that lines most of her body.
Vara is a beautiful creature. I’ve thought so since the moment we met, even if I hid my feelings and stayed far away from her.
Now I know why I had such an intense attraction to her.
Though the fated mate bond allows us to have a choice, and it wouldn’t have activated if I hadn’t been attracted to her.
How could I not? She’s tall, but not quite as tall as Thorne.
Her gold fur fades at her shoulders when her human features take over.
The golden feathers of her wings are so vibrant they almost sparkle.
The clothes she wears do little to hide her perky breasts and delectable cunt.
And she’s so goddamn demanding. I typically like to be in control in the bedroom.
Mostly because I never trusted my lover to take care of me and my needs.
But I trust Vara. I trust Thorne. I will submit to them both and know they will never abuse their dominance.
Thorne spreads my legs wide enough to fit his big body in between. The tip of his bulbous cock presses at my slick opening as Vara settles on my face. My mouth covers her clit, and I suck and lash it with my tongue.
“Fuck!” she screams and bucks at the shot of pleasure.
Thorne continues to tease my pussy, sliding his cock up and down but refusing to put it inside me.
“Thorne,” I mumble against Vara’s clit. She hums at the zing of vibration.
“Tell me what you need, Bunny.”
His deep voice washes over me, flooding my body with lust.
“I need you to fuck me. Now.”
He doesn’t give me warning, but I asked for it. He thrusts into me, and I cry out at the pain.
A good fucking pain as I adjust around his size.
Bloody tears fall down my cheeks and Vara swipes them with her finger before sucking it clean.
Lord that was hot.
I return to Vara’s pussy, thrusting my tongue inside her as Thorne rails me with his massive cock.
It’s too much.
My pleasure… Vara’s… Thorne’s.
My body shakes with an orgasm, and Thorne groans as my walls clamp around him. He doesn’t stop and presses his finger to my clit, massaging it as he fucks me.
I hold onto Vara tightly, continuing to eat her out as her orgasm draws near. I slip my finger inside her asshole and pump slowly.
“I’m going to come,” Vara says.
“Me too,” I mumble, though the words aren’t legible against Vara’s clit.
When Thorne’s cock starts vibrating, I fall apart.
We all do.
Simultaneously.
The room seems to shake, and my vision blurs.
I hear a thud, and a heavy body covers me seconds before I pass out.
When I wake, the sun has set, and Vara’s UV shades are rising.
Wait.
I jolt upright and glance around the room.
Empty.
Did I… did I just have a sex dream about Thorne and Vara?
“You’re awake,” Thorne says, entering the room with a human behind him.
No. It was all too real.
“Oh. I… yes.”
He waves to the petite redhead next to him.
“I brought you dinner.”
I glance down at my body and realize someone has dressed me in pajamas: a light pink tank and matching shorts. They don’t fit, and I’m stretching out the material so I’m assuming they’re Vara’s clothes, though I can’t imagine her ever wearing these.
The human walks to the bed and sits down on the mattress next to me. She hands me her consent form that assures me she’s here willingly and was not under the influence of compulsion upon signing it. The form is infused with magic so if the human lies, the ink will turn red.
She’s eager. Her heart thunders in her chest, and she’s wet with lust.
Many humans sign up to be donors because they find pleasure in pain.
There are also fang bangers who seek out vampires to fuck while being fed from, nothing shameful about it, but we do step in if they become too forceful or needy and become addicted, which could make them ill from donating too much.
Thorne stands at the door, arms crossed, watching. I suddenly feel self-conscious about feeding in front of him, even though I feed in front of other vampires and supernatural beings all the time.
The human is shivering with anticipation, and my throat aches with hunger.
Fine. Guess I have an audience.
I angle my head and lock eyes with Thorne over her shoulder. He shifts on his feet as I extract my fangs. His pupils dilate, and he sucks in a breath when I sink them into the donor’s neck. He steps forward but stops, realizing this isn’t an invitation to join.
It takes only a few minutes for my thirst to be satisfied. I clean the donor’s wound, and Thorne sends her away.
“There’s a change of clothes on the dresser.” He points to the stack. “I called your assistant, and she brought them over.”
“What happened to us?” I ask, standing. I grab the clothes and head to the en suite bathroom. It’s massive with a shower that could probably fit five people inside. There’s a jacuzzi tub, a counter with three sinks—how convenient for three mates—and a separate room for the toilet.
“We all passed out,” Thorne says, following me.
“Obviously, chatterbox.” I roll my eyes, which causes the corner of Thorne’s lip to turn up. “Care to elaborate?”
I set the black leggings, sports bra, and oversized sweater my assistant brought me on the counter.
I could kiss her. Kenna is a human who knows about supernaturals because she’s from Scotland where she grew up surrounded by lore.
She’s been with me for a decade now, so she probably knows me better than I know myself, including how I like to dress comfortably and crash on the couch to watch mindless television on these rare nights when I have no responsibilities.
Thorne leans his shoulder against the doorframe.
He has no right to look that sexy. I trail my eyes down his body.
He’s wearing all black, like always. A short-sleeved shirt that stretches over his chest and black sweatpants that fail to hide the outline of his massive cock.
His long black hair is up in a man bun and his wings are tucked to his back.
I want to run my fingers over the silky membrane. Would that turn him on? Would it make him moan?
Thorne clears his throat, his nostrils flaring.
Okay, this mate thing is exhausting. It’s impractical to be horny this much.
“We’re not really sure why it happened,” Thorne says, ignoring my needy cunt. “Perhaps the shared pleasure was too overwhelming.”
“Hmm. That would make sense.”
To think… if we had exchanged blood, we might be bonded by now.
I know the bonding ritual is different for every couple—or throuple, in our case—depending on species and gender. For vampires, completing the bond entails ingesting each other’s blood during sex and having mutual orgasms. Gargoyle bonding is similar except knotting is involved.
I squeeze my legs together at the thought of Thorne’s knot filling me. He moves behind me and peels the silk pajama top off my body.
“I can undress myself.” The words are husky as he removes the shorts next.
“Not when your thoughts are begging for pleasure,” he says and places a kiss on my neck.
I stand on my tiptoes to curl my arm around his neck, which gives him better access to cup my pussy.
It’s still sore from the goddamn log Thorne carries around in his pants.
Which surprises me since my vampire healing should have resolved the pain issue.
Maybe that’s part of the fated mate bond too.
I don’t know, but I don’t necessarily hate having a reminder of how thoroughly I’ve been fucked.
“You heard my thoughts?”
“No,” he says, huffing his hot breath against my skin. “But I can smell how turned on those naughty thoughts are making you. So insatiable.”
He sinks a thick digit inside me.
“Fuck, Thorne,” I groan.
He pumps in and out while his other hand squeezes my breast.
“You’re already close, Bunny. This pussy is so needy. Come on my finger like a good girl.”
God I love when he talks dirty to me, especially when he’s a man of few words.
Thorne pinches my nipple and curls the tip of his finger, hitting that perfect spot.
I explode.
He removes his fingers and shoves them in my mouth. I whimper at my taste.
I turn and bury my hand down his pants to take hold of his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath when I wrap my cold fingers around him.
“Where’s Vara?” I ask while pumping my fist up and down his length.
I expected her to have shown up by now.
“She said… she had some… business… to take care of. Fuck, Layla. You’re really good at that.”
With my other hand, I fondle Thorne’s balls with a heavy grip, and he whimpers. He’s always so vocal for us, and I can’t get enough.
“Where do you want it?” I ask, feeling him close.
“Anywhere.”
The second before he reaches his release, I kneel, and cum spurts all over my face. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue to catch some.
Once Thorne’s drained, I hop in the shower to wash all of his cum off my face. I expected him to leave, but he stays, watching from the shower’s doorway as I clean myself.
“Is Vara coming back soon?”
“I believe so.”
I must be wrinkling my nose because Thorne leans in and boops it, not even caring that his arm gets wet.
“Bunny."
“I will bunny kick you if you do that again.”
I stifle the urge to turn away from him to hide my amusement. Thorne notices and puffs his chest, proud of me for listening to him. I roll my eyes, which makes him smile.
This giddy feeling while around him... while around Vara... is so unusual. It reminds me of the time I had a crush on my neighbor when I was twelve years old. He was a year older than me, cute, and so sweet. I gushed about him to my sister any chance I got.
I want to scream to the world about my new mates.
Potential mates?
It’s still so surreal.
Vampires are led to believe that we’re cursed. We aren’t meant to love. At least, that’s what I believed, but Millie met her mate and now her heart beats again. Now she can tolerate the sun.
Will that happen for me? Will my heart start beating?
It aches in my chest as if preparing to do just that.
I return to the stream of water, grabbing Vara’s body wash. I put the bottle’s top to my nose and inhale. It smells like her.
Cherry blossoms.
“How long have you been awake?” I ask Thorne.
He’s now propped himself against the shower’s back wall, arms crossed. His tail whips back and forth, and he taps his fingers on his muscle-packed forearms.
It’s as if he’s battling with staying put or saying, ‘fuck it’ and joining me.
“About two hours.”
“Did you dress me?”
“I did. I hope that was okay.”
I step to him, and he tenses. I place my wet palms on his hard, shirt-covered chest and smooth them up and down.
“Of course it was. Thank you.”
Reaching up on my tiptoes, he leans down to meet my lips. The kiss is short and sweet because anything more than that, and I’d let him fuck me inside the shower.
What’s so bad about that? I have no other plans tonight.
I shake my head. This is ridiculous. We can’t have sex every waking moment. I mean, we can but I have to draw the line somewhere. The bond clearly has other plans.
“Okay. Go away now. I need to wash between my legs. I feel... sticky. I’m pretty sure your cum is still coating my thighs.”
He smirks proudly at that.
“I could wash you,” Thorne offers.
“Rain check?”
I let go of Thorne and return to the shower’s spray. A loud smack fills the air, and a searing pain spreads over my ass cheeks.
That mother fucker spanked me!