CHAPTER SIX

Rory's POV

I forced myself to break our skin contact long enough to climb to my feet, then extended my hand in a gentlemanly gesture to help my Princess into my arms. God, she was indescribably desirable. My entire body was screaming at me to strip her of that sexy red dress she had on and take her on the floor, but I couldn't let that happen.

I had waited my whole life for her, and I wasn't going to let our first time, my first time, not be as special as possible. I could have us in a premiere suite by the end of the night, but I wanted to get to know more about her first. She intrigued me, drew me in in the most pleasurable of ways. Why did she think I could ever be disappointed to have her as my royal, when she was arguably the most powerful supernatural on the planet? Someone who possessed both species' abilities and could wield them simultaneously, all while looking like sex.

I was struggling to keep it in my pants after I heard that feral growl from her chest. There was something raw and charming about her aggressive wolf nature that had my dick clawing to get out, but it was also her heavenly aura and alluring scent that appealed to me the most. Vampires didn't have heightened scent, but we could still smell the musk of dog anytime we were close enough to the mutts. There wasn't any such scent with Aria, but instead she smelled like the ripest Georgia peach in the grove, pairing exquisitely with the sweet nectar of her blood. No human could have compared to the delicacy that was my royal, and my fangs were itching for another taste. Part of me, the completely out of control part that demanded instant sexual gratification, wondered if the rest of her body would be as delicious. Her come, for example...

"Rory, um... your eyes are red again."

Shit.

"Oh, sorry, love. My VIP bar is just through here." I shook my head to rid myself of my lustful musings, feeling my eyes soften and hopefully return to their gentle blue color. Once I was confident in their more subtle appearance, I pulled open the twelve-foot black-painted oak door that led to our exclusive VIP bar. The black and gray Italian marble floor shimmered beneath the low red light, and various vampires' eyes snapped up at the introduction of outside light to the previously moody atmosphere. Once the door was shut, however, many eyes lingered, trailing over to my royal with at first morbid curiosity, then maddened lust. I hissed in their direction, and they all diverted their lecherous eyes back to their human meals before them. I knew that they could tell Aria wasn't human, but the sound of her blood was hypnotizing, a natural lure for any vampire, not just me. That must be why my dad insisted that she stop visiting all those years ago. Perhaps she was getting too much unwanted attention.

I guided my love down the lefthand hall off the main seating area and into a private and fully enclosed smoking room. The faint smell of expensive cigars lingered, making my mouth water, but I wasn't planning on smoking with Aria there. Surely any smoke would be an affront to her hypersensitive nose, and I didn't feel like choking my love right after meeting her. She glanced around the small, dimly lit room in awe, taking in the handcrafted molding and flickering gold sconces on the wallpaper.

"It's beautiful." She muttered, barely above the soft sound of sensual music playing through the speakers. I sat her down on the black leather sofa, kissing her hand as her back hit the cushions. "I believe this was actually a design of your father's. Its timeless and romantic ambiance has kept us from ever remodeling, so it's the exact same as when he initially put pen to paper. Well, save for a few updated appliances in the kitchen and bar." Her eyes widened at my words and she leaned forward to absentmindedly stroke the mahogany table before her, her unmanicured fingers confirming my suspicions that she wasn't quite as posh as she originally let on. I was relieved to know that, even though she was undeniably sexy in her red minidress and black pumps, these were not her casual attire. If they were, I would be spending the remainder of our lives chasing off horny men.

The rest of our lives... my royal.

A waiter interrupted my reverie, and I immediately recognized it as Dylan. His calculated eyes raked over my royal with utmost curiosity, but that was to be expected since I never invited women to private rooms. This must've been quite the sight to anyone who knew me. I gave him an involuntary hiss before sitting beside my love and pulling her tightly against my chest. I could hear her blood rushing to her cheeks and groin, only making it that much harder to restrain myself. He smiled at me knowingly upon witnessing the affair.

"Mr. Bennet, would you like the usual?" He asked with faux formality.

I scoffed. "You can call me Rory, still. Don't call me Mr. Bennet, it creeps me out, man."

He snorted, seemingly catching Aria off guard. "Just checking. I thought maybe you would want to impress your new girlfriend."

"And you thought kissing my ass would be the way to do that?" I shook my head, laughing in amusement. "Yeah, bring me my martini. No cigar, though." He nodded to me, then, as if suddenly remembering that Aria was there, gave her a charming smile that I had seen him use to lure plenty of meals in the past. "I'm terribly sorry, Rory forgot his manners. My name is Dylan. It's my job to keep his rich ass out of trouble around here. You can think of me as his adoptive mother, if you will."

I rolled my eyes. "Bullshit. More like I keep you out of trouble. Aria, this is my best friend, Dylan. Dylan, this is my royal, Aria."

Dylan's mouth dropped open, much to my satisfaction. "Holy shit, for real? It's really her?" He turned to her, eyes alight with mischief. "Thank god, because he needs to get laid desperately. He's so damn uptight all the time." I slapped the back of his head, fighting to keep my blush at bay. I hated him so much sometimes. He never supported my decision to remain abstinent through our teen years and claimed that I would shrivel up without, and I quote, having some nice pussy to pound every once in a while. He was a complete pig and it was a miracle we had been friends for so long, as is. For the first time since Dylan entered, Aria's timid voice broke through.

"It's nice to meet you, Dylan." I could tell she was suppressing a giggle, but I didn't mind. She looked so hot with her ruby lip pulled between her teeth. Damn. I cleared my throat, trying to subtly adjust my pants to stop choking my dick.

"Damn, how'd Rory land a girl like you as his royal? Tell me, sweetie, what do you want to drink tonight?" I tried to ignore my annoyance at his rhetorical question. Aria glanced up at me with questioning eyes and I cocked my head back at her.

"What is it, love?"

"Um, I've never drunk alcohol before. I just turned twenty-one today."

If Dylan wasn't excited before... "No way, babe! Happy Birthday! In that case, allow me to make some suggestions. Let's see, do you like sweet or savory?"

She swallowed hard, looking at my neck and licking her plump lips. "Um, savory." She admitted. Did my blood taste savory to her?

"Hmm, okay. How about a Bloody Mary?"

She smirked at his suggestion, making my trousers stiffen immediately. Holy shit, she's got a sexy smile. Was there anything about this girl that wasn't arousing as hell?

"We even let you choose if you want real blood. You know, in place of tomato juice."

"I'll just take it with tomato juice, please." She responded timidly again.

"You can drink blood if you want to. It's safe here." I assured her.

She gave me a halfhearted smile. "Yeah, I've never had that before either."

What? She's never had blood?

"You had mine earlier."

"Yeah, first time. I've still never had human blood." She explained with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Woah, how is that even possible? You are a vampire, right?" Dylan managed to ask before I could form my thoughts into words.

"Um, sort of. I'm half... but my vampire didn't awaken until tonight..."

Dylan's eyes shot to me in panic and confusion. "Just get her what she asked for." I responded with a guarded expression. He glanced back at her with softening eyes, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Sure, sweetie. One dry martini, extra olive and one Bloody Mary with tomato juice. Coming up." He bowed, leaving the room quickly, I assumed so that we would have privacy.

"Is it weird?" She asked immediately following his departure.

I thought for a moment on my response. "A little bit. But it's not anything to be embarrassed about. You were raised with the wolves. There's no rush for you to drink human blood. You have plenty of time and tonight's been rather eventful for you. I'm not even sure if you'll like it, anyway, with your wolf inside of you."

"I liked your blood..."

My cheeks immediately flamed. "Well, feel free to drink it any time, love."

More blood rushed to her groin at my words, and my eyes met her blackened ones. "Is what Dylan said true? Have you never been with a woman before?"

Oh god.

"Yes, that's true. I've not had a desire for intimacy with anyone besides my royal. Besides you." She lifted her body off of mine as I spoke, pulling her knees underneath her so that she was kneeling beside me.

"And you?" I asked, nearly too turned on by her moving to being on all fours to speak.

"Same." She replied simply, sweetly, before pouncing on me, crashing her heavenly, divine lips against mine. I immediately groaned, pulling her delicious figure to straddle mine, the sparks of each touch sending my body into overdrive. Wave upon wave of pleasure flowed throughout my entire body, threatening to possess me as her soft lips moved firmly against mine. I was so lost in the incredible sensation, that I didn't want to come up for air. I buried my hands into her feathery hair and hers found residence on either side of my face. We were both pulling each other in, trying to devour the other with the maddening intensity of a starving person. Aria gently rolled her hips, creating a friction along my shaft that made me want to come right then and there. I groaned loudly into her mouth before moving my hands to still her hips. She was overwhelming, all-consuming, and completely addicting. I wanted more.

The soft knock on the door pulled us out of our heated session and I allowed her to pull herself back to her spot beside me.

"Holy shit." I muttered, trying to catch my breath, eliciting a giggle from her precious lips.

"Come in." I pressed the button on the table, alerting Dylan that it was okay to enter. Thank the heavens for soundproofing in the age of vampires.