Chapter Eighteen

"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 strip tease, both mens 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 the 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 blood lust, 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 pecks 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 mates 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.