CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE

"I am so ready to be done pumping. Can't we just switch them to formula?" I groaned, crawling into the bed beside Bastion. It was nearly 7:30 and Rory still hadn't gotten home yet. He was normally back by 6, but we figured he just had some things to wrap up before the weekend.

This was his first Friday at his new job.

Bastion chuckled at my exaggerated dismay, running his hand tenderly down my cotton covered stomach.

"We can do whatever you want to do, baby. It's your body." His husky voice assured me, his lips pressing smoldering kisses up my shoulder and neck. I moaned at the electrifying sensation crawling beneath my skin and pooling in my core.

"I can think of something else I want to do with my body." I confessed, swinging my leg and body over until I was straddling my mate, my lips hovering over his as my hands supported me on either side of his head.

He gripped my hips, pulling them down to press against his erect cock, filling my body with unbridled desire. He groaned at the sweet friction of my covered pussy on his shaft.

"Aria." He drew out, his tongue heavy with lust.

Hell, I wanted him. I hadn't made love with him in almost five days, which was a long time for us. We rarely ever went beyond two days before turning into complete hormone-driven horn-dogs. I craved his naked skin on mine as much as my lungs craved air.

Like a starved stray, I crashed my lips onto his, opening my mouth so my tongue could fully devour his. His moans collided with mine and his hands climbed my back in erotic passion, tangling in my hair and holding my shoulder firmly against his chest.

We didn't bother breathing until we were completely out of air, unwilling to tear apart from one another for even one second.

When I finally felt myself getting dizzy, I emerged, my chest rising against his in perfect sync.

"Shit, Aria." He spoke frantically, clawing at my shirt with urgency. He managed to get it off and I was right back on him, sucking in his bottom lip and giving it a firm bite whilst simultaneously rocking my hips against his.

I wanted him inside of me that very instant, and I wasn't willing to wait for him to get undressed. He seemed to be on the same page seeing as his only focus was on pushing aside my panties and freeing his cock from his shorts.

He reached under me, cupping my sex with his hands and searching for my come with his fingers.

"Fuck, Aria." He growled, his fingers dripping in my juices. I lined myself above his erect dick, swiftly seeking his tip with my opening and sheathing myself partway.

Bastion's head flew back at the sudden pressure on his shaft, his hands jutting back to my hips to push me the remainder of the way onto him.

"Yes, Bastion." I let out in an airy moan, rotating my hips slightly to feel every inch of his glorious cock inside of me. He was stealing my breath with his every movement, and I wanted to bring him pleasure.

I moved my mouth to his neck, extending my fangs to his silken skin. If I fully drank, he would come right away. I just wanted to give him a little boost.

I pricked his flesh, drawing a trace of blood and sealing it right away, but it was enough to drive him wild. His claws extended into the padding of my ass, his canines lengthening as a loud growl ripped through him.

"Fucking hell!" He shouted, tossing me to my back and crawling on top of me. Before I even knew what happened, my legs were hanging limp over his shoulders as he drilled himself into me. One of his hands wrapped firmly around my neck and the other sought out my shoulder to stabilize my body.

He was so rough, so passionate that I could feel myself building up to my orgasm within a minute of his merciless assault on my pussy.

This was exactly the kind of release I needed. Raw and aggressive.

"Bastion! Oh, fuck!" I grounded, my body trembling and on the precipice of release.

"Yes, Aria. Come all over my cock, baby." He urged, his own body tensing in surrender. His commanding black eyes pierced me, sending me straight into a state of heightened pleasure and satisfaction. My back arched and my hair began to float around us in fluid chestnut waves.

Even though my eyes were screwed shut, I was certain they would be glowing emerald green as well.

I was weightless, my body suspended in the throes of my over-whelming, all-consuming climax.

"Bas-" I breathed out, finding his wrist on my neck with my trembling hands. He tightened his grip as he descended into his own world of rapture.

"So fucking tight, Aria. Fucking damn it." He buried his head in my neck as he rocked himself into me that last two times, filling me to the brim with his delicious seed. It was so warm, so comforting, completing me.

He collapsed against me, his hot breath tickling my neck as both of his arms wrapped firmly around me in sated protection. I placed a delicate kiss on his ear, panting subtly against his warmth.

"I love you, baby." He cooed, gracing me with his own peck on my hair.

I was about to return the sentiment, when I heard the sound of the mail slot clanging shut downstairs. I poked my head up, waiting to hear someone's heartbeat in the front lawn.

I heard a heartbeat, alright.

It was Rory's.

But he was walking away.

What the hell?

"What's the matter?" Bastion's tired voice inquired. I gently pushed him off of me, grabbing my shirt and sliding it back over my body. I didn't bother putting on pants as I padded down the stairs towards the front door. "Baby?" Bastion's worried voice carried, but I couldn't answer him.

Something was so very wrong, and I needed to find out what.

I noticed a simple white envelope on the red and gold runner before the door with 'Aria' sprawled across it in Rory's distinct script.

"What-?" I started to say, but was cut short by an angry growl beside me.

"That fucker." Bas snarled, marching up to the letter and snatching it off the rug. He turned it over several times in his hands, a scowl etched onto his face, as if he would somehow absorb its contents through osmosis. I held out my hand and he huffed, handing it over indignantly.

"Aria, maybe you shouldn't—" He began, but I held up my hand to silence him. No, I needed to read it. I needed to confirm what I already felt was true.

Rory was leaving me.