Chapter 12 – Vara
It’s been three months since Layla, Thorne, and I first fucked. Three months since our discussion about fated mates.
We’ve been busy nearly every night, only getting one night a week, if that, to spend time together.
Most of the time, we’d fool around in the SUV while heading to and from meetings or events.
Or sometimes, Layla let us lay her down on the conference room table after a SUC meeting to feast on her delectable cunt.
Tonight it’s just Layla and me.
We’re in an SUV heading home from a human networking event. Thorne wasn’t able to escort us this time, being called away by Xander for some gargoyle business, whatever that means, so he left his right-hand man in charge.
The griffin whose name I can’t remember sits up front, scowling. I ignore him, since griffins are the grumpiest of supes and rarely speak. It’s why they like to take on security roles where all they have to do is stand in the background, silent and invisible.
Layla’s hand is in mine, and she sighs.
“What is it, Bug?”
She scrunches her nose at the nickname, which sends my heart fluttering. She’s a beautiful woman, strong and powerful, but she’s also an adorable bug.
And a bunny, as Thorne likes to call her.
“Do you ever wonder how we all would have met if the elders hadn’t come up with this unveiling plan?”
I bring her hand up to my mouth and kiss her knuckles. Her fangs peek out through the smile she gives me.
All her smiles are wonderful gifts.
“Destiny would have found a way. I’m sure you and Thorne would have eventually met through King Basque since you’re the new vampire queen.”
“I was Millie’s royal advisor for decades and met with Xander and Locheran many times before now. The king never brought Thorne around.”
She lays her head on my shoulder, and I close my eyes. It’s such a small thing, having her find comfort in my touch and my nearness. But I relish it.
“We can’t dwell on the what ifs. We’re all here together now.”
As for me, if there had been no unification plan, I might have become desperate enough to sneak my way back into Layla’s life and vie for a spot on her protection team. Sphinxes are guardians first and foremost.
Except, that’s not who I am anymore. I’m successful, powerful.
I have my own protection team when I’m out in public.
I haven’t been a guardian in a very long time.
I always felt inadequate in the role, never passionate enough.
That’s not the case with Layla. I would end lives without a second thought if it meant she is safe to show me that bright smile of hers again.
When we arrive at her penthouse, we silently ascend in the elevator. She’s exhausted. I am too. We’ve been working hard on this unveiling plan, putting all our social spoons in one basket as we attend these events where we’re required to slap on smiles and exude happiness and politeness.
Layla’s better at it than I am. She’s the sunshine to my darkness. Long ago, humans believed sphinx to be sun deities. I enjoy the sun just fine... but I’ve always been drawn to the moon. Now I wonder if that has something to do with Layla and Thorne who are both bound to the night.
After Layla’s guards do a security sweep, they let us in. She immediately kicks them out, even the young vampire who has a room in the penthouse.
“Come back shortly before sunrise,” she tells him, closing the door in his face.
“And what do you have planned that will take until sunrise?” I ask once we walk into the kitchen.
A sinister smile spreads across my face because I know exactly what she has planned.
“It’s come to my attention that this is the first time we’ve had time to ourselves—just you and me.”
Layla extracts two wine glasses from the cabinets and fills them.
“That’s true.”
“And I want to do something... a little different tonight.”
Her fangs are out, and she teases her plump bottom lip with the pointed tip.
“Oh?”
She shifts on her feet, unsure of how to ask for what she wants. I don’t need to ask her what she wants—I know.
“You’re usually in control...” Her words trail off, and she twirls a piece of hair at the nape of her neck.
I clutch her chin.
“Use your words, darling. Tell me what you want.”
She closes her eyes and when they open, they’re pitch black.
“Can I be in control tonight?”
I ghost my lips over hers, and she whimpers.
“You never have to ask, Layla. I will gladly take orders from you.”
To show her just how true those words are, I get on my knees before her and place my palms on my thighs.
I keep my eyes straight ahead, waiting for instructions.
“Holy hell, V... that’s fucking hot.”
I stifle the urge to roll my eyes. She wants to be in control, but she’s being silly. I’d spank her if I was the one calling the shots tonight.
Layla said she likes to be in control in the bedroom, but it’s clear she’s submissive.
She always defers to me when we’re together with Thorne.
I think she puts on an act and pretends to enjoy dominating a lover.
She likely takes control to protect herself and it’s because of her past with her husband and her sire.
She’s yet to tell us more about that time in her life.
Layla’s strong vampire hand wraps around my throat and squeezes. My mouth opens and Layla spits in it, sending a shot of lust throughout my body.
My eyes widen, not expecting that.
But, fuck, it was sexy.
“Take off my clothes, then bury your face in my pussy,” she says and kisses me.
When she releases my lips and throat, I stand, and she turns so I can unzip her out of her dress. It’s a body-hugging gown that has had me drooling from the moment she walked into the living room after getting dressed.
And, of course, she’s wearing nothing underneath.
“I knew you weren’t wearing underwear. I could smell how wet you were for me all night long.”
She smirks, then points to her bedroom. I lead the way, and she follows. Once there, I turn to wait for orders.
“On your knees.”
I begin to remove my clothes, but Layla snatches the tail of my braid and tugs my head back.
“Did I say you could undress?”
Oh... okay. Maybe I was wrong about Layla being submissive. She’s a switch for sure. I think being with me and Thorne has awakened her full dominant potential.
“Apologies, my queen,” I say and lower to my knees.
She gets on the bed and opens her legs.
“Now... make me come.”
I descend on her like the monster I am, burying my nose into her sweet sex and inhaling deeply.
A growl that I haven’t unleashed in centuries bursts from my lips. I use my fingers to spread her pussy lips open and delve my tongue inside, lapping up her sweet taste.
She moans and arches her back, clutching my braid and tugging me closer.
While I feast, my tail swoops in and plays with one of her nipples. She gasps when my fingertip finds her clit, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves in circles.
“Oh, God, Vara,” she screams.
My wings expand as Layla’s pleasure rolls through me, my feathers shuddering with every thrust of my tongue. My arms are wrapped around her thick thighs, and my claws dig in hard enough to break skin. Blood trails down, dripping onto the black rug underneath my knees.
After Layla shakes with her first orgasm, I come up for air.
I need another one from her.
I shove a finger inside her precious pussy and start pumping in and out, but this time, I don’t retract my claws.
A string of unintelligible words spews out of Layla’s mouth, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“You like that, Bug? You like a little pain with your pleasure?”
“Y-yesss... y-yeah... p-please.”
Blood coats my fingers and paw as I continue to fuck her, slicing her walls with my claws with every pass.
The cuts will heal within minutes.
I cover her clit with my mouth and lash it with my tongue.
“I’m going to come again,” she groans.
I pick up speed, my sharp fingers pumping in and out of her brutally. When I hum against her clit, she’s sent over the edge.
I remove my fingers and lick them clean of her blood and juices, then lap up her bloody slit.
Layla lifts me off the floor and crashes her lips against mine. I open for her, allowing her tongue to caress my own. She moans, tasting her blood and cum on my lips.
We kiss until our lips are puffy. When she pulls away, she points at the bed.
“Undress and get in the center.”
I nod curtly. “Yes, my queen.”
Layla’s eyes are still pitch black; her fangs bared as she watches me slip out of the red negligee I call a dress. My hard nipples ache, begging for attention.
I get into my spot on the center of the bed and open my legs. Layla smirks and crawls in between them. She leans over to wrap her hand around my throat and squeezes hard as she places a gentle kiss on my lips.
“You are so beautiful, Vara.”
Releasing her hold, she brushes her lips across my chin and down my neck until reaching a breast. She takes a nipple into her mouth and laps her tongue over the hardened tip.
“You are so mine,” she says, echoing the words Thorne and I have said to her.
She presses two fingers inside me, and my eyes roll into the back of my head as she pumps in and out slowly. Her mouth continues to work my nipple, her fangs scratching over my furred skin enough to draw blood. She licks the welled drops immediately and groans.
“You taste fucking amazing,” she says, adding a third finger and picking up speed.
My tail moves behind Layla and presses against her wet opening. I don’t wait for orders and harden the tip to slip it inside her.
“Fuck,” she murmurs, against my breast.
We fall into a frantic rhythm, her fingers filling me and my tail pounding into her. She shakes with her orgasm first, and I remove my tail to suck her sweet juices off the tip. Her pleasure rolls through me like a wave of ecstasy… a high I’ve never reached with any drug in existence.
“Come for me, Vara,” Layla says, adding yet another finger.
She’s unrelenting with her thrusts.
“Fuck, Lollipop. That’s good.”
I vaguely hear the door to the penthouse open and Thorne calls out. The thought of him watching us, but not touching—not participating, nearly sends me over the edge.
“Thorne,” I gasp.
“I know,” Layla says, but doesn’t let up.
The air in the room seems to electrify the moment the gargoyle finds us.
“Watch.”
It’s all Layla says as she readjusts herself to cover my clit with her mouth. She’s not being gentle with her plump lips or her greedy fingers. My pussy pulses with need.
“I’m close, darling,” I groan.
Glancing over Layla’s shoulder, I spot Thorne leaned up against the wall, watching like a good boy.
Layla’s tongue thrashes perfectly against my clit and when she reaches her free hand up to pinch and pull my nipple; I erupt with my orgasm. My entire body quakes, stars crossing my vision, and I squirt all over Layla’s hand.
I don’t think I’ve ever squirted before. At least, not like this.
Layla stares up at me, smirking and proud of herself.
“Such a good girl, V, coming so hard for me.”
She crawls off the bed and walks over to Thorne, sliding her fingers coated with my cum into his mouth. He closes his eyes, whimpering as he sucks. Once he’s done, Layla returns to the bed and holds out her hand. I take it, and she pulls me up.
“Now Thorne is going to clean us in the shower, then he’ll change the sheets so we can all cuddle and talk after.”
She doesn’t give him the option to protest, not that he would, and leads us all into the bathroom.