Lowlander Silverback (Gorilla Shifter Royalty 1) by T. S. Joyce

and slower until her aftershocks morphed into another orgasm. This one drew a gasp from her lips and his name whispered like a prayer. His Layla.
    He sighed and rolled his eyes closed at the feeling of her clamping around his shaft, then opened them again just to drink in the soft glow of her skin. He’d covered her, broken the contract and bred her. And fuck it all, he couldn’t find it in himself to feel guilty. Not now. This was the most real moment of his entire life right here, and he was bleeding onto her in a steady pit pat that slowly filled the hollow at the base of her throat. He inhaled deeply. “We’re a mess.”
    And now it would be even harder to leave her.
    Now, he didn’t even know if he could.

Chapter Eight
     
    How careless could she be? Kong had been warning her about the danger they’d be in if they got caught, and what did she do? Begged shamelessly for him to mark her.
    A whimper clawed its way up the back of her throat as she pulled another wad of paper towels from the dispenser in the bathroom. Kong hadn’t been lying about them being a mess. Her shoulders and chest were smeared with a mixture of hers and Kong’s blood, and it had taken her a good while to shimmy out of her torn up fishnets and clean up her legs.
    Her sex pulsed at the memory of him between her thighs, and she stifled a smile. That had been incredible. He’d been sexy and barely in control, stroking into her like he couldn’t stop. For as long as she lived, she would never look at that office the same way. Jake was going to kill her for breaking the grizzly bear snow globe she’d gotten him as a gag gift over Christmas, but she would replace it. Maybe with a gorilla snow globe.
    “Come on,” she muttered as the wad of paper towels refused to absorb any of the sticky crimson around the thin straps of her Sammy’s work tank top.
    A soft knock sounded at the door. That would be Jake wondering where the crap she’d gone off to when they were so busy. “Just a second!”
    “Layla? It’s me, Georgia. Can I come in?” Georgia was Jason’s mate and one of the newest members of the Gray Backs. She was also a newly Turned bear, and Layla didn’t know if Georgia could handle the scent of blood that even her dulled human senses were picking up.
    “Uhh.” Layla stared at her blanched reflection in the bathroom mirror. She hadn’t managed to get the puncture holes of her bite mark to stop bleeding yet, and now she’d painted her skin with gore. “I’ll be a few more minutes.”
    Georgia lowered her voice. “Kong sent me.”
    Layla flew to the door and pulled it open by inches. Georgia stood there all wild curly hair, freckles standing out, and a sympathetic grin on her full, glossed lips as she held up a serious looking first-aid kit.
    “Oh, thank God,” Layla said on a relieved breath.
    Georgia slid into the bathroom and locked the deadbolt behind her. “Jake is handling the front fine. Willa told him and half the damned bar you got your period. Barney looked nauseous. Take off your shirt.”
    “But I have to wear it. It’s part of the uniform.”
    “You smell like fresh meat and Kong,” Georgia said, popping the top to the first-aid kit on the counter. “Kirk is drunk as a skunk, but he’ll smell you the second you go back in there.”
    Layla did as she was told and peeled her shirt over her head. “What about Kong? He’s bleeding, too. Oh my God, Georgia, I lost my mind and bit him.” In a horrified voice, she repeated the last embarrassing part. “Bit. Him. Like an animal.”
    A grin transformed Georgia’s face as she pulled open a pack of cloths and began cleaning Layla’s skin. “You want to know a secret?”
    Layla nodded, feeling sick at the memory of how Kong’s blood had tasted trickling into her mouth.
    “I bit Jason, too.”
    “You did?”
    Georgia nodded and wet the rags, then began scrubbing her again. “He had another mate before me. One who died, but she was horrible to him. I hated her