CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"Damn." Bastion whistled, dropping his bags on the marble flooring of the entrance to our suite. "Not even the Alpha lives like this."

"Money is a benefit of being a vampire," Rory mused, rolling up his sleeve to above his elbow and heading to the bathtub. I could hear the water rushing from the tap and smell the enticing scent of the oils he poured inside.

"I hope lavender and honey is alright, love," He asked, drying his hand on a hand towel as he exited.

"It's perfect. Thank you." I smiled lovingly at him, temporarily losing myself in his soft eyes.

"Great, let's get you out of those clothes. They smell like smoke and horse," Bastion whispered huskily, reaching from behind me to grab the hem of my shirt.

I squeaked, looking up to see Rory with his arms crossed, licking his lips. He was enjoying watching Bastion undress me. I choked back the lump of nerves in my throat, lifting my arms so he could remove my shirt. My jeans were next, followed by my socks, bra, and panties. By the end of my assisted striptease, both men's eyes were altered to show their lust. My thighs were getting moist, but I really needed to clean myself before giving in to my desires.

Using my vampiric speed, I flew past Rory and into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. I knew Rory could have stopped me, but he wouldn't have. He was much gentler and less aggressive than Bastion. Both men started laughing outside the door, the sound of which just about killed me. How could there be two perfect men who were made for me, laughing with one another? The world said that they should hate each other, but they were able to come together to rule beside a single woman. Amazing. I loved them so much it almost hurt.

I eased my body into the biting hot water, letting out a moan of pleasure as all of my muscles unwound. Voices from the kitchen told me that they were speaking, but I decided to give them their privacy, not wanting to be rude by eavesdropping. Instead, I focused on thoroughly washing my body clean of all smoke and horse.

Once I felt that I was thoroughly fresh, I pulled the drain and stumbled out of the jacuzzi-sized tub towards the towels neatly folded in the built-in shelving units. I spotted a brush and hairdryer and got to work. It was the quietest dryer I had ever heard, and I wondered if it was for vampires' sensitive ears.

I wrapped a fresh towel around my body before peeking my head out the door. "Um, could someone bring me some clothes?" I called timidly.

When no one answered, I increased my hearing. I could hear the addicting rush of blood through both of their bodies in the loft, and I was suddenly overtaken with the desire to taste Bastion's liquid gold. I had never experienced bloodlust, but I imagined it felt something like this: overwhelming, obsessive.

In a flash, I was on the top landing, watching as Bastion removed his t-shirt, a pair of shorts laying on the bed. Rory smirked, seeing me before sitting gracefully on an armless chair beside the lit fireplace, undoing the buttons of his white dress shirt slowly, seductively. He expected this to happen. I saw Bastion sniff the air, turning his head towards me once he was alerted of my presence. My fangs extended and my eyes began to glow.

"Shit. Aria, your teeth." Where I expected to see panic, I saw excitement. He glanced quickly at Rory, whose eyes were also aglow.

I stepped towards him elegantly, dropping my towel to the heated floor.

"Fuck," He growled, adjusting his pants where I could hear all of his blood rushing.

"I want to taste you," I nearly demanded, not recognizing the desire dripping from my tongue.

His hands shot to grip my hips as soon as I was within reach, but I pushed him backwards onto the bed. His heart was pumping at triple speed, drawing me in even further. Bite. Taste. Devour. I crawled to straddle just above his knees, undoing the top button of his jeans while looking into his blackened eyes. Then, I lifted my hips to allow him to kick them off.

I barely heard the uttering of curses from Rory and raised my head, amused to see him sipping on a glass of scotch. I had a different refreshment in mind, however. Flashing my right hand, I extended my razor-sharp claws, hooking them underneath both legs of his boxers and shredding them from his body, allowing his cock to spring free. Bastion growled in anticipation and exhilaration, making Sella howl, but I couldn't let her completely out yet. I needed to taste his blood.

My hands climbed his chiseled chest, gripping his head and drawing his delicious lips to mine. He pulled my chest against him so that my nipples were brushing against his pecs delightfully. I moaned at the sensation, tugging hard on his hair and making him groan into my mouth.

"Taste him, Aria," I heard Rory whisper, exciting my body 'til it was covered in goosebumps. It was time.

I broke the kiss, turning my mate's head gently to expose his supple vein raised above his tan skin.

"Is it going to hurt?" He asked, gripping even tighter onto my hips.

"No," Was my simple reply before lunging at his neck. He cried out in pleasure and euphoria at the penetration, his claws extending into my soft flesh. He tasted like absolute heaven, the perfect combination of apples and cinnamon. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop.

Bastion's POV

My whole body was on fire as her venom coursed through me, and I loved it. I couldn't really feel where she punctured me, but I could feel the draw of blood all the way from my toes to my neck. It was exciting, tantalizing, and sexy all at once.

I was starting to get lightheaded and wondered if she would stop. Even if she didn't, this would be one helluva way to go. My hands fell to the bed, and she jumped, quickly licking over my wound and kissing it. My energy came back in full force, though, when I opened my eyes and saw her deliciously sexy body above me.

"Fuck, baby," I growled.

I could smell Rory approaching and peered around her to see what he was doing. He knelt down, running his hands along her spread thighs and began to lick at the wounds I unintentionally left on her back. She shivered, making my cock want to explode.

Rory stood and crossed to the banister, the kinky bastard licking the blood off his lips with that glowing gaze of his focused on us. Time for the show to really begin.

I let out a feral growl, allowing Dorian to come to the forefront while still remaining in control. Her eyes flicked from red to black, telling me that her wolf also wanted to play. As much as I loved her dominating me, my true desire was to fuck the girl senseless. I pushed her onto her back, separating her legs with my knees and clasping her hands beside her head. Her breathing quickened, her eyes wide in suspense.

I moved my mouth to one of her full breasts, sucking it in with force, biting onto her nipple lightly and making her growl into my ear. Her arms fought for release, but I wasn't having it. I slammed them back onto the bed, climbing her chest and neck with nibbles, finally reaching her jaw where I breathed out, "He's watching me fuck you, baby. Is that what you want?"

She whimpered in response, pushing her pussy against my dick eagerly. This was the hottest thing I'd ever done, and I mentally made a note to thank the guy for the suggestion.

In one fluid motion, I buried myself into her slick opening, not giving her a chance to accommodate my cock. She gasped, her back arching off the bed and pushing her tits into my chest.

"Oh goddess, Bastion!" She cried, trembling in pleasure.

I loved it when she called my name. I had never felt more empowered. My hips picked up pace, and I leaned back to a kneeling position, lifting her ass so I could watch her tits bounce with each thrust. This just made me want to drive into her even harder. Even though my hands were no longer holding her down, since I needed her waist to keep her in place, she kept them by her head, balling the duvet in her fists.

"Touch yourself," I demanded, my voice deep with lust.

She swallowed, moving her hands to her breasts and massaging them harshly. "Yes, baby, that's it. Fuck!"

I could feel us both getting close, but I didn't want it to end yet. I pulled out of her, picking her up with ease and setting her on her knees facing the end of the bed. Rory deserved to have some of her, too. I buried myself behind her, eliciting more cries of satisfaction as she tried with shaky arms to keep herself up.

I nodded to Rory, who smirked knowingly back at me. Then, he sauntered over to her, unzipping and freeing himself in front of her.

"Suck his cock, baby," I mind-linked.

She shuddered in excitement, looking into his red eyes and taking his full length in her mouth. Fuck it all, that was hot. I began my merciless pounding into her swollen pussy, my nose overwhelmed by the scent of her sweet come and the bath oil she used. Rory groaned in appreciation of her ministrations, and I slapped her ass as a reward for her good work. She growled back at me, making me connect our hips violently, messily, until I felt her tighten around my shaft.

"Oh fuck, Aria, yes baby. Come!"

"Oh... Cov-" She didn't need to finish. Rory quickly moved his hands to his ears as she howled into the fire-lit room. I followed with one of my own, spilling into her as she milked me.

"Fuck, love. God..." Rory stilled as well, gripping onto her wild hair, shuddering inside her mouth. We both filled her at different ends with our semen. I should have been creeped out by it, but to be honest, it felt perfectly natural. Like I was right where I belonged.

She collapsed after sucking him dry, curling onto the comforter while panting heavily. Rory rezipped his pants, smiling reverently at our exhausted love.

"I'll get you a washcloth," he offered to me, and I nodded, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on my brow. He returned in three seconds flat. Damn vamps and their speed.

I cleaned up my sated girl carefully, pushing the hair from her face so I could watch her while I did it. Stunning. Absolutely stunning. I couldn't fathom why I had ever wasted my time with any random she-wolf in our pack when I had the most perfect girl in the world already waiting for me. She literally made me a King.

According to the Moon Goddess, I would face great suffering through having her as my mate, but I didn't care. I didn't regret my decision to find my mate one bit. I wanted to serve my Queen unto death.

I made sure that I was also wiped off before slipping on my shorts and retrieving one of my T-shirts for Aria to wear to bed. She accepted it gladly, blushing slightly as she slipped it over her head. Then, I took her left, and Rory climbed in on her right. He held her right hand against his bare chest, and I clung to her, entangling my arms and legs with hers as we drifted off to sleep.

I needed to recruit. We had a kingdom to build, and it would start with the three of us, blissfully holding one another as we dream.