One of us
Gotta end this masquerade
Got to heal the wounds that we've made
I've got a bullet to spare
Don't want to send it your work
If you want to end it
If you want to end it just say
It's a war of the hearts (it's a war of the heart)
It's a war of the heart
~Sade War of the Hearts
War of the Hearts
Three days past
Aaliyah Nicole Amir was fucked thoroughly. Completely. To the point that she was resting since she could barely move her lower half. Which brought the amusement of Annalisa and the annoyance of Aaliyah- since the blond-haired woman was laughing instead of handling her the heating pad.
"I'm going to kick you out," she said snatching the heating pad from her best friend as she placed it on her sore thighs.
Anna's laughter became even more boisterous causing Aaliyah to throw one of her pillows at her.
"Hey! I'm not the one whose-"
"Not a word," shaking her head, "we're not going their Anna."
"Not even a little?" she asked wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Anna, you know I was never the type to kiss and tell."
"I'm not asking for explicit details! But I'm curious-naturally. After all, was it everything you expected or not?" she asked taking a sip of her wine.
Aaliyah looked at her friend.
Memories of two nights before were swirling within her flashing before her minds eye in rapid motions. Anna caught on her friend's silence.
A smile of victory came across her features. In her honest opinion she knew what her friend and the kings shared that night was something special. However, nothing was better then her friend declaring what she's been speculating for a very long time.
Especially, with a best friend like Aaliyah who kept every single last one of her emotions in an indestructible vault. Only showing what she deem as acceptable and even the emotions that she did portray were an enigma.
Aaliyah was relieving the night; feeling completely speechless of what had transpired between them.
She had expected their touch to be freezing; yet somehow it felt like a torch to her skin. Being filled so thoroughly and correctly by these men was simply heavenly.
She had never felt so complete in her whole life as tears of pure ecstasy had spilled in that night.
In that one night her body had been worshipped and supplemented by these men. Rubbing her thighs together at that all familiar itch. Of course the soreness shot through her. Letting out a winch that didn't go unheard by Annalisa; who only kept sipping from her wine.
"There…" she stopped, Anna hanging onto her friend words waiting for her statement.
Leaning against the pillows exhaling as she close her eyes she spoke in a soft whisper, "There are no words to describe that night."
Anna smile had broadened her friend's actions were all the confirmation to all her speculation.
"So what happens now?" all gushy feelings aside it didn't go unlost to her that her best friend had unleashed something that was far from her control.
Aaliyah maybe perceptive of others due to her gifts; however, when it concern her she was oblivious.
"What do you mean?" she knew what Anna meant-she just didn't have the answer for herself.
"You know there's nothing going to stop them from wanting you now."
The statement was true as day, there was nothing going to stop them from wanting her again. It was practically in their DNA to control and conquer.
And that was the main reason she feared. She didn't want to be another conquest to them.
She was worth more than that.
"It was simply a one-night stand, Annalisa," she said in a clear dismissive voice.
Her eyebrow rose at her friend's tone. Anna knew Aaliyah like the palm of her hand. This was her defensive mechanism when she felt she had no control over a situation-correction-her emotions.
"After all, we're all grown adults, and we made a decision to have sex with no string attach. It was a very satisfying night with them, but it was simply a ONE-TIME thing. Nothing more or less."
There was simply no-such thing to a one-time-thing to three powerful immortal men that's been coveting for a woman for half her adult life. And once they've obtained it they were simply going to act as though it didn't faze them. Anna was really calling bullshit.
If Aaliyah was truly going to believe that bullshit her friend was in some serious deep denial.
. . . . .
The situation in the Olympic coven was everything that she predicted. The female-vampire by the name of Victoria was nearing down on the creation of her newborn army. She was simply binding time till the day that she attacked. Correction, she was going to attack on the day of her suppose mates death.
That was a month from now. And it was time for the Volturi to act accordingly.
Moving with rapid strides that she could possible managed since she still was feeling sore from her encounter with the three kings.
Thankful she was wearing her shape-ups then heels; for surely she wouldn't be able to keep her poses and balance.
Stepping into the corridor that leads to their private conference room her steps became even quicker as she came to the doors.
. . . . .
Naturally, the three brothers assumed that her haste to see them was due to the mating bond and the pure desire to be near them. After all it had been nearly three days since they've seen their little mate; who was recuperating from their encounter.
Of course they had made sure to send her flowers and trinkets to lighten her mood and to show their affection for her.
They had all collectively decided not to see her during her time of rest. For they knew that nothing would stop them from ravishing her to oblivion again. Making a three-day rest period turn into two weeks.
So hearing her rapid movements towards their direction brought a sense of male pride that she was in want of them and all three couldn't help the arrogant smirk that tugged at their features. Silently congratulating each other.
The pass three days they had imagines her reaction; dying all over again in wants to see the anticipation written all over her features and scent.
However, imagination was so far off from reality. Instead of pure desire and the ever-so-knowing scent of her pheromones that called to them. They were greeted with a cool exterior and the scent of determination.
"It's imperative that I speak with you," she said in a cool civil tone.
They were caught off guard by her behavior; they had expected the mating bond to be working in coalition with theirs not this aloof manner that they were gathering from her.
"There's a problem."
"Obviously," spoke Caius not understanding their mates cool behavior all of a sudden since three nights ago she was a woman on the verge of ecstasy.
"We need to handle this situation with the utmost care before it gets the unwanted attention that will be a problem in the later future."
Marcuse looked at her sharply; her words were imprudent since everyone with highly accurate senses knew that she was mated to all three of them. There was no purpose for them to hide their relationship with her.
And they were not known to tiptoe around any matter and they certainly weren't going to do such around those below them in title and power.
"Why does it matter?" his tone was biting.
She looked at with the expression that said you're joking right?
"Yes it matters! There's a large group of newborns that's not under the proper care. The disappearance was one problem, but now the chaotic behavior of the newborns is making headline news."
They no longer held in their confusion; they allowed it to become vocal.
"Aaliyah, what are you talking about?" Aro asked emphasizing each word by slapping his hand on the armrest of his chair.
"I've been talking about the Cullen situation with the nomadic vampire name Victoria that has a vendetta against them," her confusion was surfacing now, "what did you think I was talking about?"
"We collectively thought that you were speaking about our night together," said Marcus.
"Why would I be speaking about that?"
Confusion was clear between each party.
"Let's handle one topic at a time; Aaliyah please finished speaking about the newborn situation in the United States," Caius intervene.
The quicker they got off this subject; the closer they could have serious conversation between all four of them.
"Like I was saying, I think we should send out guards that knows the situation about the Cullen's and have them handle the situation accordingly and effectively."
"Jane, Alec, Felix, and Demetri shall go," Aro interjected, "Now about our night together."
Aaliyah looked at them clearing her throat she spoke, "What is there to talk about. It was simply a one-night stand-nothing more nor less. I thought that was kind of clear between all of us."
If their faces could smash and fall to the floor like in a cartoon skit it would've in a second at what they just heard.
"One-night stand?" Aro was the first to recover.
"What would make you think such?" asked Caius.
"Honestly, Caius, you and Aro have a bad track record with being a philander."
"Is that what you truly think of us?" he didn't like the thought she was simply something worth having for one night and no more.
"You've given me plenty of evidence in the past to think such."
Aro features became stoic at her answer. It was apparent between Caius and himself that she had a point; however, she was their mate meaning she would never be subjected to such unfavorable behavior from them.
"If that was the case what does Marcus benefit from such actions?" Caius asked.
She stared at him and then Marcus. That thought had never occurred to her. She didn't have an answer. Because the only answer she had…would feed the hope that they might actually feel something for her.
Hope is a dangerous emotion.
"Correction, what would we all benefit for simply having a one night stand with you Aaliyah?" he inquired taken her silence to continue.
She had no answer.
"No one would have benefited," Caius said effectively.
The sound of Marcus voice took her attention from Caius towards him.
"Do you honest believe that we would jeopardize, not only our professional relationship; but our friendship with you, for something such trivial matter like a one night stand?" Marcus was the definition of seriousness as he frowned at her.
"Have you ever thought that they might have feelings for you?"
This couldn't be their way of declaring their feelings for her?
Right?
"Aaliyah," Aro's voice cut through her reverie; turning towards him he stood from his seat and walked towards her.
Aro look upon her; the crease of confusion that shine upon her features was a characteristic he had never seen before when it came to her. She was always the embodiment of confidence ever since she was child. He knew that he needed to address this issue with care.
"You do know what mating is?" he questioned her softly.
"If you're asking do I know what mating is for vampires…than yes, but I wouldn't say I'm very knowledgeable on the subject."
"Will…mating-" he was quickly interrupted by Caius.
"Aaliyah, you're our mate."
Aro glared in his brother's direction; that was not how he wanted to tell her especially since he didn't know what emotional place she was in.
"What?"
He turned in her direction his features softening.
Clearing his voice, "You're our mate; you share a bond with all three of us."
Aaliyah was at a lost this was far beyond her.
She was there mate.
How was that possible?
Absently she had spoken her question out loud.
"Your scent," came the reply from Marcus.
"So you smelt my arousal?" she looked between them.
"No," Caius spoke, "despite how tantalizing your arousal smell. That is not how we know you were ready to mate. Your pheromones."
"Pheromones?"
"Pheromones entrance us physically and emotionally, it is how we know when to mate. However, pheromones are only made known to the person it wants to mate with and no one else," exclaimed Aro.
"Your pheromones has been crying out to us for years. We've simply never acted on the cry, because it seem you were never ready," Marcus reply, "except three nights ago."
She looked between them.
This was too much right now.
She needed a moment to settle these feelings and facts together. To gain some type of control before she sank.
All three brothers looked at her wondering what would be her reply. Had they expected too much from her? Or would she willing answer the call?
These questions rested more heavily on Marcus.
Unlike his brother's time has always been his adversary.
Since the lost of Didyme, time had proven that the worst punishment was that of the conscience. Especially, when all you had was time and suffer at the thought on what you had lost.
Time became an even more hated enemy since the day Aaliyah's pheromones singed so sweetly to him. In a song that said he could gain the joy he once lost, but gain so much-much more. However, he had to wait with the punishment of having something close, but not truly having it.
Finally, when he gain his mate and awoken from that sate of slumber; time was making itself known and blocking what was his.
Aro and Caius weren't questioning anything, for whatever she chooses she would came back to them. They were mated. The bond was set in stone. There was no turning back.
The intensity of their stare seems to burn with scrutiny; her skin was burning from it and her feelings and reasoning were swirling within her chaotically.
She felt so out of her element.
"I…"
They hung to her words as though they were table scraps waiting for her to drop something down to them.
Clearing her voice.
"I need a moment."
. . . .
She was sinking rapidly in the chaos of her inner-self.
She could not pinpoint the exactly emotion that she was feeling at this moment. She felt weightless, and yet, she felt the heaviness of her thoughts.
She wanted to prance and sing, and yet, she wanted to weep. She wanted to laugh joyously, and yet, she wanted to scream wretchedly till her lungs burn and vocal cords were raw.
The three men that she had always desired and loved for so long from a distance were hers.
They were hers.
She was theirs.
Yet, why did she not feel secure?
Aaliyah's biggest issue has always been opening up. She never wanted to feel vulnerable; she didn't want to be helpless, more than anything she didn't want to be hurt.
After all that was human nature.
And she was human.
The less opening she was to those around her the better she could protect herself.
She cross her quarters as if the answer could be somewhere over there. Stationing herself in front of the windows she took in the view.
It was noon; the occupants of the city went about their day with no sense of worry, while she was making one of the most crucial decisions of her life.
Was protecting herself worth more to restrain her from the desire of her heart?
The bible did say the heart was the most treacherous organ in the body and she was beginning to see the truth.
She exhaled.
Moving away from the windows to make her way to the couch. Throwing herself out the soft cushions she needed to clear her thoughts.
It was moments like this when she was really in need for her grandmother's Makeda wise words.
"When you love someone Aaliyah; you have to accept their perfections and imperfections, because it's not truly love if you don't."
"You have to always be honest with yourself, my dearest heart."
"I will grandma," was her silent reply.
Aaliyah was going to be honest with herself.
Did she love their perfections?
Yes, despite her never revealing such to three extreme egotistic men.
Did she love their imperfections?
Yes…because, despite everything it never once made her stop loving them.
Was she afraid of them hurting her?
She was terrified…she wouldn't know how to take it if they did.
Was she acting selfish right now?
Extremely so, because she was way more worried about protecting herself that she had not thought about their feelings.
For a very long time they had known she was their mate. Instead of telling her, they had kept it to their selves waited for her until the time was right.
They did not force her when they could have.
Maybe the thought had passed them several times over the years and now. But they never acted on it.
"Your pheromones has been crying out to us for years. We've simply never acted on the cry, because it seem you were never ready," Marcus reply, "except three nights ago."
It showed her their self-restraint and respect for her. And it made a feeling of renewal respect for them soars.
"Do you honest believe that we would jeopardize, not only our professional relationship; but our friendship with you, for something such trivial matter like a one night stand?"
No they wouldn't.
"You're our mate; you share a bond with all three of us."
She had felt that bond between them when she was a child; as a child she had misplaced it as a family bond, but now she knew it was her mating bond.
"Pheromones entrance us physically, emotionally, and spiritually it is how we choose our mates. However, pheromones are only made known to the person it wants to mate with and no one else."
There was never going to be anyone else but her.
"Hear me out, you are by far the only human whose opinion matters to them, its oblivious they care for your well being since they check on you and go out of their way to make you comfortable. Hell, they even buy you very expensive gifts."
They've been acting on their bond unofficially all this time. Memories of them treating her with the care and respect flooded her.
The great debate was over. The answer was right in front of her and there was no purpose of lying to herself anymore.
She was going to act with the hopes that god showed her mercy afterwards.
. . . .
His thoughts were center around his beautiful mystifying mate. He had been so sure that she would be the one to break and come rushing to them. He never expected that he would be on the verge and run to her.
She had asked for a moment.
To clear her thoughts on the surprise they've given her.
He was sure he could give her that.
He waited this long for her he could give her a moment.
But now he was anxious just like his brother Marcus.
Aro was the only one who seems unbothered. After all he should've been more impatient since he was the first to take in her pheromones.
However that was not the case when it came to his brother.
Even more unexpected was the full force of his bond to her. He could feel her confusion like a rapid river flowing through him.
Never had he felt such intense emotions that were coming from her. It was a testament to the strength of their bond.
It was also why he did not rushed to gather her up in his arms and fuck her to oblivion.
The very thought of his Aaliyah made him extremely aroused to the point he had to take ten cold showers to handle his situation.
His tongue darted out across the bottom of his lips as he thought about her sweet nectar. It could be compare to ambrosia something only exclusive for immortals. He could drink from her and the burning thirst of blood would forever be gone.
He wanted to feel her skin against his.
He wanted to see those sensual emerald irises shine brightly upon his as he hit one of her many spots.
The sweet tantalizing sounds that came from those swelling kissable lips.
Her scent.
By the gods! Her scent!
He never felt so primal.
So wrapped into his thoughts he did not notice that his mate was walking towards him.
The sight before her made her temperatures heighten. He was simply Adonis in the flash.
His lean figure with nicely sculptured muscles was everything to be desired.
The midafternoon sun and the glow that came from him made him simply divine in her eyes.
She couldn't help put thank god for giving her a mate as desirable and handsome as him.
He stood before the windowsill motionless and in deep thought; his attire were a simply black dress pants and nothing more.
His hair was damp meaning he had just left out the shower.
As she came closer she noticed he had yet made a move. It was unheard of to sneak-up on a Volturi King-more importantly Caius Volturi.
But he must have been in serious thought if she was able to do such. She decided to take the opportunity to brush herself up against him. Wrapping her arms around his torso and check resting against his back.
She rubbed her check softly against him causing a silky rumble to come forth from him. Trailing soft kiss across his back making the silky rumble more audible. Arriving to the middle of his back she made circular motions with her tongue teasingly.
"A-Aaliyah stop your teasing or I won't stop what I'll do next."
He wanted her, but he wanted her with the known acceptance that she was his mate.
Her response was the humming of their bond telling him of its acceptance. Tantalizingly moving her hands down his smooth chest; in a slow measured way made a rumble of approval to come forth.
Stopping at the buckle of his belt she went to remove it along the process of undoing his pants.
Caius turned around.
The woman in the throne room was no longer there; here in front of him was the woman that he came to love and respect over the years.
He could sense her trepidation…. but he could also sense something else-something that was intense.
His hand took hold of her chin.
Those cat-like eyes were mystifying and inviting: hooks that capture the soul. He wanted her.
Pressing his lips to her: he felt an explosion within him. Warmth that he haven't felt in centuries and just by one touch he felt human all over.
He swears he could feel the thumping of his long silent heart. Pressing her closer to him he wrapped her in his arms. Being careful with her.
She rubbed herself against him.
That all familiar heat was resurfacing within her again sending sensualist sensations throughout her body.
He could smell the pike in her scent and caressed the primal nature within him. But as much he wanted to act on his animalistic nature he wouldn't.
For there were two reasons he wouldn't; the first, Aaliyah was still human, and he could kill her. The second, he wanted to always take his time in knowing and handling her body with the proper care.
"In a rush are we?" he teased
"And now whose teasing who?" she counter back. His hands went to remove her dress, which was a simple wrap-around.
"You're no fun! I like ripping your cloths off."
"I don't! You do know it's really hard for me to find clothes that fit me well. I don't need you ripping every single outfit I have on."
"I'll buy you another," disregarding such a trivial matter.
"So you can ripped them off me?"
"Precisely," taking in note that his little mate wasn't wearing any underwear underneath.
A growl of approval was known.
"You're so aggravating," she said smirking as he attacked her neck.
"As long as you go shopping with me so I can model and get your approval," she said breathlessly as his mouth brushed against the hard nub of her nipples.
"As you wish," he said as a moan came forth from her.
Her hands ran through his golden locks as his tongue wrapped around her sensitive mounds. His hands ran along the golden caramel skin as though it was the finest silk.
Lifting her up with all the tenderness that resided within him he maneuver them to the bed. Placing her down in the crimson satin sheets: the image of her long raven tresses spread around her like a dark halo. The red complimenting her complexion as the afternoon sun made the slight perspiration that cling to her skin shimmer.
The sight before him was exquisite-she was his Hathor the Egyptian goddess of love and beauty in the flesh.
Lifting her leg he placed soft butterfly kisses from the arch of her foot to her ankle. Rubbing down her calves to the under skin of her thighs. Taken in the rise of her breast and soft humming that fall from those soft petals she called lips.
As his hands moved closer to her heat the sight of her hands twisting in the sheets and the soft humming became a little louder.
She looked at him with clouded eyes that took the form of emeralds.
The scene before him was majestic and superb.
His hands brushed against her clit thrusting her hips up to rub against the finger that was teasing her.
Moving closer to her he blew cool air against her womanhood making her jump a little from the pleasing invasion.
Kissing her warm soft mound while taking in the sweet musky scent. He could never figure which one of her scents was his favorite: her pheromones, her natural scent, or her arousal.
It was a mixture of all three combining this heavenly scent that was temptation and the sweetest sin.
Licking her clit teasingly, loving the soft whimpers that was falling from her mouth. He moved away saving her sensitive nub for last. He wanted to drink from her nectar once more.
Her approval of this action was increased with the husky words of yes and moans wrapped in one perfect package.
His hands rubbing along her thighs kept count of his strokes. Her hands had once again fount their way to his hair. Her nails scraped his scape sending a wonderful sensation throughout his body.
"Please-please-please Caius," she wanted him to stop this teasing. She didn't want him-no- she needed him within her. She needed to be connected with him.
The merciful and loving mate he was; he listen to her plea sucking that all so sensitive nub the most wonderful sound came out her lips and the sweetest sap came into his.
Aaliyah was worn and this was simply foreplay.
She looked down at him with clouded eyes. Those irises that reminded her of rubies shine bright his lips were shimmering with her essence.
Her next actions had taken him off guard; she placed two fingers down her womanhood moving her fingers over her sensitive clit she struck one finger inside. Taken it out she placed that finger in her mouth slowly sucking on her finger and humming in approval.
Caius was undone.
Within seconds he discarded his pants and was now positioning himself within her center.
Rubbing the head of his penis against her split teasing her with his hard erected member. Aaliyah couldn't stop the vibration that took over her.
"You're so aggravating," she smirks mirroring his.
"Such loving words come from my mate," he kissed her.
She decided to play along rubbing against him as her hand grabbed the left check of his ass.
"I aim to please, my mate," she whispered within his lips.
By the gods! This woman was everything and more. The cosmos and the deities couldn't create such a perfect woman then the one right here beneath him.
"Say it again," he whispered as he thrust inside her.
"My mate," she moaned out.
"Say it again," he moaned out as he thrust inside her.
"My mate," looking him in the eye.
It felt so natural saying two simple words as though she had been saying them for years. Wrapping her legs around him, to allow him more of her and her, the closeness of his being against her.
She would never understand how those simple words made him feel. The fact that she was acknowledging that he was her mate brought a sense of pride within his being.
They matched each other rhythm; slow and even, both their touches were filled with such a love that had yet to been said, but felt from the other. Kisses that breathtaking and sweet moans and groans that harmonized perfectly.
And when they had reached their point it was as if heaven and earth had shook to its very foundation crumbling into millions of pieces.
Afterwards, Caius brought his mate close to him, placing her beating heart against his none-beating organ.
His right hand rubbing soothing circles against her back while his left hand pushed her magnificent raven mane away from her sweaty brow.
They lay there staring at each other-there were no words to say. The silence was inviting for both of them.
Who would've expected that the always intense, aloof, and angry Volturi King that the world knew as Caius was actually the romantic at heart and gentle in bed.
But somehow Aaliyah figured it would be him; despite that tough exterior that Caius put on in front of the world he was actually the laid back one out of his brothers.
She had only seen him this calm when he was in his studio. This is when her love for him was at it's highest: when he was comfortable and silent. This was when she could absorb so much of his spirit.
She smiled burring her face within his neck as a soft chuckle came to her lips.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I just remember that you'll have to pay up on going shopping with me real soon."
"I don't remember ripping anything off. You've made it very easy to undress you," he foreign innocence.
"You still owe me a white skirt that you ripped three nights ago-if my memory serve me correctly."
"I wouldn't mind you modeling skimpy skirts-I'd take you up on your offer. So when is this real soon?"
"How about tonight?"
"That would mean you'll have to spend the night in my chambers," he said suggestively.
"I would never object to that," she kissed him, pulling away before it became something else.
"You're so aggravating," he retorted throwing her words back at her.
"Such loving words from my mate," repeating him.
This little open banter was sweet between them.
"Do you mind going to my quarters and grabbing me some fresh clothes? Or would you prefer me to go get them?"
"I don't mind," he said quickly not liking the mere thought of her walking half naked in the castle to go to her chambers.
Caius was no fool; he knew that there were guards who shared Felix sentiments on wanting to rut with his mate.
He would eradicate anyone other then him and his brothers who've seen her naked.
"And don't flaunt the fact that I came to you in front of Aro and Marcus- I won't hear the end of it from Aro. And seeing how you and Marcus are completive; he'll be plotting something to even the score."
"You know your mates so well."
"You're going to do it."
"Of course."
"Your so aggravating," she slide from the bed.
"Such loving words from my mate," he placed a kiss on her lips, "I'll tell them my quarters is closer to yours so it would be obvious you'll come to me first."
"Will it is true."
"Does that earn me the pleasure in seeing you model lingerie?"
"Only if you make a very convincing case to my other mates then you might see me in lingerie that is made in your favorite color."
"What is my favorite color?" he asked teasingly.
Aaliyah looked at him as if he was joking.
"Crimson is your favorite color. And before you even give me another quiz; Aro's favorite color is emerald, and Marcus is royal blue."
"Correct."
"I know," she replies back as she walked to his bathroom.
"Your so aggravating,"
"Such loving words from my mate," was her reply back and he couldn't stop the laugh that came forth from his lips as he moved to his closet.
. . . .
The sight of a smiling Caius was one to be feared. You never knew what was being concocted within that devious head of his.
However, it only took his brothers only to catch on that all familiar scent and they were on him like bees on flowers.
"You no-good…" Marcus interrupted Aro statement, "Bastard."
"Well hello to you my dear brothers. How has your day been so far? It seems the weather is perfect for a stroll. And there hasn't been any serious commotion of late for us to oversee," Caius spoke nonchalantly.
"Do it look like we care about the weather?" asked Aro annoyed.
The fact that his brother had the nerve to speak about absolutely nothing and have the fresh scent of their mate on his person was a telling tale.
"Are those her clothes?" came Marcus.
Caius looked down at the folded pieces of cloth in his hands and at his brothers with a smirk that was devious and mischievous, "Yes."
He smoothly flings a nice pair of crimson lace underwear in front of them. Watching as the article of clothing mesmerized his brothers.
"Now, before you rant and rave, Aaliyah and I are going out; I owe her a skirt from our last encounter. That also means I would be having the whole night with our mate and tomorrow you'll two debate on who'll spend the night with her."
If looks could kill Caius would be mere corpse right now.
"But there is also a silver lining-or whatever that human phase goes; our mate has offer to get lingerie in each of our favorite color."
This caught his brother's interest like he knew it.
"However, she'll only buy it if either of you don't complain or come up with some scheme that involved her."
Marcus and Aro looked at each other and silent agreed.
"Marcus, you may have your turn with our mate I can wait."
"Thank you, but I feel like your scheming something," smirked Marcus.
"He wouldn't be our brother if he weren't," counter Caius.
"My dear brothers do you always think the worst of me?" he looked from the both of them.
"Do you honestly want us to answer?" Caius spoke causing Marcus to laugh.
"I'm hurt by such low opinion."
"You're not," reply Marcus.
"I was simply giving you two the benefit of the doubt."
"Sneaky bastard, well you two enjoy yourself tonight, for I surely well," Caius turned away from them.
"Do you have to always flaunt Caius?" asked Marcus
"Always," said Aro.
"Always dear brother."
"I've told you before I never liked him," Marcus said to Aro.
"I'm starting to feel the same way as well."
"I love you too, my dear supportive, understanding, wonderful brothers."
They watched as he strolls out of Aro study with envy, amusement, and ease.
"So that pull we felt earlier was her acceptance?" Aro asked for clarity.
"Yes, it seems that our mate mind is finally in coalition with her body."
"Thank the gods."
"My sentiments exact."
"Will since Caius would be having her to himself tonight; we might as well have us a drink and scheme to get back at him for flaunting the fact she went to him first."
"I accept your offer. I think its time to teach him a lesson."
"And everyone assume I'm the devious one," he said smirking.
"No one is more devious then you brother."