Chapter 19 – Vara
Our meeting with Rory was a waste of time.
We already suspected how to activate the fated mate bond. Not to mention the emo fucker had no additional insight into why we found each other now instead of hundreds of years earlier. I had already told Thorne and Layla that I believed it’s because of the unveiling plan.
“What’s wrong, V?” Layla asks, pouting. “Why’s my sphinxy so mad?”
I blanch. “First of all, never call me sphinxy again. Second of all, we didn’t need Rory’s help. All we learned was he’s a sad little creep.”
“He was kinda creepy,” Layla says, scrunching her nose. “How did he know about the first time we met?”
“I don’t know or care to find out.”
“I’m pretty sure he can read minds,” Thorne offers. “At the unity event last week, I had a thought, and he verbally answered it. I know I didn’t say it out loud.”
“Then he’s a creep for listening to our thoughts without our consent,” I say. “The point is, he knew nothing.”
Thorne shrugs. “He validated your theories though.”
I wave off his words.
“Oh, V.” Layla tsks, and I stifle the urge to roll my eyes. “So moody. What can we do to make you feel better?”
The SUV pulls up to her building since it’s closer than my place. She grabs my hand, and we exit the car, but instead of walking through the front doors, Thorne takes hold of me and Layla by the waist and shoots us up into the air.
Layla shrieks and buries her head into Thorne’s chest while I punch the gargoyle in the stomach. He pretends it hurts and chuckles, but his grip on me doesn’t loosen. Within seconds we land on Layla’s balcony, and I push him away.
“I have wings of my own, you know.”
He must have called or texted one of the guards because they’re at the door, unlocking it for us.
“If you hated it so much,” he begins, that stupid adorable grin on his face, “then why are you smiling?”
“I’m only smiling at the thought of me kicking you in the nuts if you ever do that again.”
“I’d rather you cradle my nuts while I fuck your mouth.”
He gives me a peck on the lips, then walks into Layla’s penthouse. Layla appears at my side and leans her head on my arm.
“He’s adorable, isn’t he?”
I scoff. “Fortunately, I adore the fucker, otherwise, he’d be dead for flying off with me without my consent.”
“Come on, my mate,” Layla says.
My mate.
The words fill my chest with an unnerving feeling of joy.
I’m still not used to it. Maybe that’s why I’m so angry.
My entire life of loneliness and relying on myself is about to end.
My soul is about to be shared with two other beings.
What if they get sick of me? What if they realize this is a mistake?
I can’t have them breaking my heart after I hand it over in pieces.
I’ll never be able to put it back together again.
When I walk into the penthouse behind Layla, her hand never leaving mine as she leads me to the bedroom, all my doubts fade.
Thorne stands next to the bed, his shirt already off.
Scars mar his chest and stomach, and I chastise myself for being so selfish.
I’m not the only one making sacrifices. We all are.
Thorne watched his family get murdered by hunters.
He’s been hesitant to love because of that.
Layla spent her human life being owned by a man who abused her.
She killed her sire for trying to control her like her wretched husband.
She was scared of love because of that abuse, but she’s here now, ready to give part of her soul to us.
They are both here with me now. They are just as vulnerable as I am.
Thorne holds out his hands: one for me, one for Layla. I take it and a zing of electricity shoots through my body. Layla whimpers, feeling it too.
It’s as if our bodies know it’s happening.
Thorne tugs until we’re both flush with his body, his arms sliding around our waists, so he’s sandwiched between us. Leaning down, he kisses Layla first. I swear I can feel the ghost of his mouth on my own lips. He kisses me next, and it’s both soft and eager.
“My mates,” he says when we part, a goofy smile lighting up his face.
“We should discuss logistics,” I say, nearly out of breath from the kiss. My pleasure is already soaking my inner thighs.
“Logistics?” Layla snorts. “How sexy.”
“I’m serious,” I say.
Layla pats my shoulder. “I know, babe.”
The vampire is being a brat, so I reach out and fist her shirt, then push her onto the bed face first. She yelps at the sudden move and squirms when I peel off her pants and underwear.
“Spank her, Thorne.”
He doesn’t hesitate and the crack of his hand falling on her ass cheek echoes throughout the room.
“Fuck!” Layla screams out.
I start undressing, slipping off the sheer fabric of my halter top and mini skirt. Thorne spanks Layla again and again until welts form. They disappear fast because of her vampire healing.
“Now eat her ass,” I order.
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.
“Y-yes,” Layla wheezes.
“Now,” Thorne growls, and he stills when his knot expands enough that he’s no longer able to move while inside Layla.
The tip of his tail also expands in me. When it starts vibrating, I’m sent over the edge at the same time Thorne moans and Layla screams. My fangs have already sunk into Thorne’s wrist. Layla’s drinking from the peak of my breast, and Thorne is latched onto Layla’s neck.
I don’t know how we made this work. I’m sure we resemble a pretzel. But the moment a bright light bursts throughout the room and my vision starts to fade, I know we did it.
We completed the bond.