CHAPTER SEVEN

His arms were lovingly draped around me, stroking my upper thighs with his thumbs while we listened to the soothing music surrounding us. I sipped on the savory cocktail Dylan brought by and was finally starting to feel the calming effect of the alcohol as Rory's embrace evoked feelings of utter contentment and belonging I had never felt before.

Was it normal to feel this way about a royal? Did he feel it too?

"What are you waiting for, Aria?" Sella's exasperated voice interrupted my imploring thoughts.

Without thinking, I whispered my answer aloud to her. "I haven't heard from you in hours, Sella. I thought you were hiding."

"Sella? Is that your wolf?" Rory's piercing blue eyes were wide with astonishment and intrigue.

"Yea, well, I was trying to give you some privacy with our royal, but all you've seemed to have accomplished is giving you both blue balls."

I spat out a bit of my drink back into my cup, giving Rory an apologetic glance, as if he could hear her shameless claims.

"Yes, my wolf. Her name is Sella and she is quite. The. Handful." I growled between my teeth.

He flashed me one of his glorious beaming smiles before asking all too eagerly, "Can I meet her?"

Sella's squeals shattered my every ounce of frustration. "Well, I'm not sure that's a good idea. Unless you are prepared to be ravaged. She's quite excited at the moment."

As if on cue, I could feel my eyes go black and Sella pushing her way to the top of my mind, struggling to take control.

Rory swallowed, but smiled reassuringly. "It's okay. I look forward to-"

I finally released the leash, allowing Sella to take over control of our body. She jumped up, turning us around and throwing us into his frozen arms. My voice altered slightly, giving away her presence as she nibbled on his ear and growled, "Mm, our royal is yummy."

I mentally facepalmed at her audacity, but something caught my attention below me. Rory's strong hands firmly gripped my hips, pulling me down further onto his growing erection. Sella released a grumble from deep within our chest, showing her appreciation of his actions.

"Fuck, Rory. You feel so good." She moved our mouth from his ear, slowly crawling down his neck as he shivered beneath us.

"Sella..." I groaned. She was being way too forward, but she was so enthused that it was nearly impossible to get through to her. She began grinding our hips on his, and he let out a deep groan, sucking his lip between his teeth.

Quicker than I even thought possible, we were shifted beneath his weight, lying on our back against the deep leather sofa. The chilled material felt amazing against my hot skin, and he lowered himself between our spread legs, causing our dress to bunch up at our waist, exposing our lacy white bikini panty.

Within a second, his mouth was on ours, the expert movements of his tongue between our teeth making it difficult to believe that he hadn't done this before. Then again, the power of lust seemed to be guiding my own hands up to unbutton his shirt with vampiric haste. My eyes became ultra heated, telling me that they were turning from their previous black color to a deep and glowing red to match Rory's.

I moaned, our hot breath mingling and combining, savory and sweet waltzing together to fan the flame of the sensual displays of our love. I silently thanked Sella for the jumpstart, given that she had decided to retire into the recesses of our mind as soon as Rory took control.

His hands aggressively gripped the top fabric of my dress, tugging it downwards to free my breasts from their constraints. He broke our passionate kiss, leaning back as his eyes scanned my exposed chest with fervor. I returned the favor, tracing over his now bare pectorals and abdominals that were leanly sculpted down to the button of his bulging slacks.

Goddess, he was sexy.

He tentatively reached his hand out for me, stroking my perked nipple in between his forefingers.

"Rory..." I moaned his name in desperation. I needed him. Now.

He smirked, giving my nipple a firm tug, making my back arch off the couch at the pleasurable pain it released.

"Aria, you are so fucking hot like this." He breathed, his fangs extending slowly. "I want to taste you." His eyes were flashing between pleading and demanding, and I could tell he was holding back to make it more romantic.

I nodded in permission, moving my head to the side so he could sink his enamel into my artery, but he moved downwards instead. I saw him retract his fangs as he spread my legs even further. He ran his fingers gently over my covered pussy, and I growled at the sweet contact.

"Mm, perfect." He licked his swollen lips and carefully tugged at my panties, barely caressing my legs on the way down and leaving trails of fire in their wake. Then, in the blink of an eye, my thighs were parted again and his hot mouth was at the apex between them. I bit back the howl threatening to escape, deciding it would be better to hold my breath at the immense sensation of his tongue on my clit.

"Rory... harder, please." I begged, throwing my head back when he complied. His tongue was just as skilled as it had been in my mouth, and he alternated from flicking my clit to tracing the outline of my folds. The whole experience was so sensual and arousing that I was trembling in anticipation. I felt the light poke of a fang on the outer edges of my pussy, the venom of which seeped into my groin and excited my nerves. He slid a single finger into my dripping opening, and I was done for.

The burning overwhelmed me, spiderwebbing from my core throughout my entire body.

"Fuck, Rory, yes..." I managed to growl before my entire body was rendered useless, convulsing without consent through the heat wave of my orgasm.

His hands shot to the curvature of my waist, gripping me tightly as he watched me unfurl with fascination and lust.

"I need you. I'm sorry, love, but I need you right now." He rushed, somehow managing to speak with his fangs still extended without slicing himself.

I didn't answer, instead dragging my limp hands forward to land on the zipper of his slacks. Tugging them down, I exposed even more of his flawless creamy skin, leading to his girth. He broke contact so he could remove them completely and I took in the glorious sight of Rory wearing only an open white dress shirt. I must've been a sight as well with my dress bunched up beneath my breasts. It wasn't traditional, but I was more than eager to lose my virginity in this smoking room, half clothed, with the love of my life losing his as well. To me, it was perfect.

I gripped his length while he lowered himself over me. His blonde beach bum waves were tickling my forehead as his lips brushed against mine, this time tenderly and full of reverence.

"I love you, Aria." He breathed against my wetted lips before lowering his head to the crook of my neck. I felt his warm tongue tracing my sensitive skin while his hips pushed forward, my hand still on his cock guiding it into me. I tensed, preparing for pain, but it never came. Instead, the overwhelming sensation of his fangs breaking my skin consumed my mind. Fullness followed soon after, and he pushed himself into me slowly until his hips connected with mine and the tip of his cock brushed against my womb.

"Oh, fuck Aria..." He groaned against my still bleeding neck. Catching his mistake, he darted his tongue out, sealing the punctures with his saliva and lapping up any spilled blood. "So damn sweet. So damn tight." He rocked his hips back, delivering sweet kisses on my throat as his hands moved to massaging my breasts.

"Rory...""Yes, love.""I-"

His speed picked up suddenly and I let out a squeal of pleasure.

"Holy shit, Rory!" I could barely see his hips moving, but I could feel his every thrust as he slid against the inner walls of my pussy.

"Cov- Fuck! Cover your ears!" I warned with a deep growl, my eyes transforming back to midnight black. How could I be coming so quickly?

He heeded my warning, his thrusts never once faltering as he moved his hands over his ears. I moved mine to stabilize myself against his pounding, allowing myself the growing surrender of my impending orgasm. Then, it hit me.

"Rory!" I shouted, gripping his hair last second as my back arched and I released an ear piercing howl into the air. He winced momentarily, but his eyes remained dark.

"Oh, shit, Aria." He grounded, his hips stilling for a moment before pulling out of me, covering my lower stomach in his hot seed. My howl ended in the aftershocks of our pleasure and Rory captured my lips, lazily, sated, while my fingers twitched with the desire to hold him. But I was dirty and didn't think he would appreciate being covered in his own come.

He broke the kiss a moment later, his eyes returning to the deep ocean blue.

"What were you saying before I interrupted?" He smirked.

I gave him a challenging smirk of my own, dragging my finger through the come soaking my stomach and sticking it into my mouth to taste. His eyes widened in excitement as I sucked it off, and I was pleased to discover that his semen tasted just as delicious as his blood. I released my finger with a pop of my lips, using my free hand to trace the flex of his covered bicep.

"I love you, Rory."