Moment of honesty
Someone's gotta take the lead tonight
Whose it gonna be?
I'm gonna sit right here
And tell you all that comes to me
If you have something to say
You should say it right now
Unthinkable ~ Alicia Keys
. . . . . .
Unthinkable
Until last night, this morning, and three days ago Aaliyah had gone without sex for three years (without counting masturbation). Now, her body was bursting with energy accompanying along with the thirst of a nympho for her mates.
Her mates.
She was practically a married woman-by vampire customs.
In human terms this was not the traditional union. However, Aaliyah wouldn't expect anything less.
She was mated/married to three of the most powerful men. She should really be feeling the pressure from such news, but her minds simply wanted the pressure she felt when they were thirsting within her as she was on the verge of cumming.
She felt no shame; because the bond she shared with them they all were sharing the same vulgar thoughts.
Of course she had not notice that one of her mates was behind her taking in her form. Valuing the masterpiece that was his mate, from her stance down to the very fine clothes that capture her form.
Just as much as his brother's scent was mixed with hers, so was the desire for his to be mixing along aw well.
She had yet to notice him.
She was lost in her thoughts.
If it weren't for their bond he could easily tell from her scent. The pike of her natural spice perked whenever she was in need.
Where Caius was a merciful lover and Marcus unmerciful, Aro was the lover that'll spoil you. And he had ever intention to spoil his mate rotten.
Walking behind her he slipped his arms around her waist pulling her close to his body. She wasn't startled.
The soft cool kiss on her pressure point sent a jolting sensation through her body. A low hiss came forth from her lips, and that insufferable smirk that she adores and aggravated her pulled to his lips.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you," his voice was like satin to her, while his hands took the liberty to roam up her thighs.
"Your not," she smiled basking in the attention that she was receiving making that thirst within scream; however, she was feeling very playful and she wanted to play with Aro.
"But I wonder?" she could see that perfect eyebrow lifted up with that questioning gleam in his eye.
"Yes, my dearest?"
"What do I owe the pleasure of this visit? I believe there was a meeting you had to attend along with Caius and Marcus."
"I believe that I'm allowed to miss a meeting. Caius and Marcus are perfectly fine to handle it accordingly."
"Why do I have this feeling that this so-called meeting is a distraction so you could come and see me without any interruptions."
"I must say my love, your gift is exceptionally strong," he said working his way between her legs as he felt the skin of her thighs.
"No…I simply know you well my mate."
A growl of approval as he pushed her forward on her desk hands sprayed out the soft giggle left her lips.
"This is not very professional Aro."
"And why should I care?" he said working at unzipping her skirt.
"To set an example."
"I have no desire to set an example, especially when it comes to my mate. If anyone have a problem they can leave, but I won't tiptoe when it comes to you and I."
"I wouldn't expect anything less."
As her skirt slipped from her hips his eyes were caught on the skimpy emerald thong that made those caramel globes glorious in the sight of the beholder.
Aaliyah could practically feel the heat that was coming off him.
Turning her head sideways with a brash smirk on her lips she spoke.
"Now you can boast about the strength of my gift…I knew that you were going to scheme and once Caius told me how you willingly gave the day to Marcus to spend time with me instead of yourself. I knew that you were going to strike-especially when I saw that unexpected meeting was planned today. I made sure to wear your favorite color."
He didn't know whether it was the explanation, the thong, or that cool look upon her face that had him on the verge for him to fall on his knees.
Maybe it was all three.
It was clear to him he had finally met his match. With his own self-assured smirk Aro took off his jacket placing it on the back of a chair that was close to the desk.
Aaliyah took the time to free her raven locks; from their last encounter when she was in this same position Aro had a thing with tugging her hair.
Thinking of the last encounter made her absolutely wet.
"Then I shall supplement accordingly to praise my beautiful mate."
. . . .
"Allow me," she moved her hands giving him access to zip her up. She took the time to button her blouse; however, it seemed that Aro wanted to recreate their interactions all over again.
A giggled came forth as his lips were once more on her pulse. He had seen so many sides to her, but he was finding her softer side more appealing.
"Aro," her voice was raspy.
"It isn't my fault that you're so tantalizing," trailing butterfly kisses up her neck only to nibble on her earlobe.
"I think we've had enough pleasure for right now we have business we need to handle."
"I have no problem mixing pleasure with business," his hands fondling her sensitive breast.
Aaliyah was fighting the moan that wanted to be let out. As much her body wanted to surrender back to that also thrilling filling of him within her there was business to handle. Important business.
"I'm not going to allow you to distract me," turning her head placing a tender kiss across those divine lips of his.
"Really?" finding that although she spoke one thing her actions were speaking another.
"Really…you see…that…folder…on…my…desk," she said in between kisses. Aro glance, but his attention was caught on one single appealing matter at the moment.
"Yes?" he turned her to face him, unbuttoning her blouse once more brushing kisses across her breast in fluid motions.
"That is a folder filled with complaints about Valentina."
Actions stopped.
He looked up at her; the resting bitch-face was the expression that he was greeted by.
He didn't like the name of his one-time mistress on the lips of his mate. The sudden taste of disgust went through him and he knew that came from her.
In one quick fluid motion he was seating at her desk looking through the folder and reading the letters of complaint from the staff. Most were coming from the female staff.
Aaliyah took the time to once again buttoning her blouse as she moved beside him. However, she was quickly seating on his lap as he read through the notices.
"It seems that Valentina doesn't like to play nice with the other women."
"What would you expect from a bitch who's incessant claiming territory that's not theirs," the distaste was evident in her voice.
"Are you speaking from experience or observation?"
If Valentina had in shape or form shown any type of disrespect towards her; her death would be extremely painful. Caius and him had already agreed on disposing her swiftly; however, with these turn of events would hast her demise.
Aaliyah stayed silent she didn't want any part of how Valentina was dealt with.
"Your silence is forthcoming," he seat back his features completely unreadable.
It was one of his expressions she feared and hated most.
Her power was closed off to him when he was unreadable-she could not tell what his next move would be.
When he was silent; this was when he was truly dangerous and cold-the true predator taken over him.
But through the bond she could feel his anger it felt as though lava was running through her veins ready for the eruption.
She lean backs her head resting on his shoulder. Brushing kisses of her own-her way to reign in the annoyance that seem to take him captive. As her lips brushed against a certain area she could hear a purr of satisfaction.
"I thought we had enough mixing pleasure with business?" he questioned.
"Merely comforting," she smiled.
"Well-" the entrance of his brothers cut him off.
"I told you Marcus he'll be here" came the self-assured voice of Caius as they stroll towards them, "a four hour pointless meeting."
"Thank you brother's for covering for me today," Aro turned his attention to them, smirking directed at his brothers; however, the smile lost its touch when he eyed Marcus the flicker in his eye made him weary.
"I must say brother, it was quite impressive how you authorized the meeting in Aaliyah's name, to keep us there without interrupting your little rendezvous," Marcus spoke a self-assured smile coming to his features.
Aaliyah seat up from her position; Aro had left that tidbit out of their earlier conversation.
Caius didn't hide the fact that he was amused; the swirls of her emotions were so much to read as he watched the entertaining sight before him.
"Aro?" her eyebrow lifted, "you didn't tell me that I authorized such a meeting?"
"Will I satisfyingly occupy during the time that it slipped my mind."
"I've had the same experience several times," Caius declared, the double meaning to his words was clear to everyone in the room.
"Must you boast Caius?" Aaliyah looked towards him.
"Always," Aro and Marcus said simultaneously.
He simply shrugged his shoulders as his thoughts lingered on last night and early morning activities. He had to give his brother props for orchestrating away to have a stolen moment with their mate. Of course he was annoyed that he beat him to the punch. But it was a testament that his brother will forever and always is shrewd.
"This has been a fascinating meeting, but it seems that I have work to do," Aaliyah expressed as she eased out of Aro lap.
"And what are you insinuating?" Caius the always-vocal Volturi exclaimed.
"Exactly what I said, I have work to do and so do you," mimicking his condescending smirk.
She honestly should have known better; with their egos and shrewdness everything equal competition. She was just going to have to teach them a few lessons.
Moving towards Marcus, she bent down and captured his lips with hers. His mouth taste like wine intoxicating to senses and it was taking everything in her not drowns.
Pulling away from his-feeling the lust that tugged at the bond between her mates.
"I'll see you tonight," she whispered, as she swiftly walked away-paying no attention to the others.
"Excuse me," voiced Caius.
"You're excused," she spoke back not breaking a beat.
"What about us?" Aro exclaimed.
"What about you?" she was nearing the door.
"That's unfair Liyah," cried both of them.
"It's call life," and then she was gone with the sounds of Marcus chuckling.
. . . . .
As the day wane, and everything was that was needed to be seen done, she had resigned to her quarters to freshen herself up and be prepared to spend the evening with Marcus. Once in her chambers she had slipped into the shower taking her a good thirty-five minutes to look her absolute best.
Grabbing the vase of red roses she proceeded to make her way towards Marcus chambers.
The walk to his chambers was fairly decent; slipping into his chambers she moved to place the roses in front of the portrait of Marcus late-wife.
She had planned to place the new arrangement of roses here earlier today; however, she was agreeably detained.
Natural, she went about arranging the flowers to her satisfaction.
"I hope you'll like this arrangement today. I made sure the gardeners clipped the brightest ones, for you," she spoke softly.
She looked up believing that her eyes would linger on the laughing ruby iris that belong to one of the most beautiful immortal woman she seen.
The sight before her was something that she did not expect.
The portrait was gone.
A mirror was now in its place.
She shook her head thinking that maybe her mind was mentally playing a trick on her. It wasn't the painting was gone.
In her alarm state she had yet to notice Marcus was standing beside her. The feel of his arm on her back brought her back to her senses
She turned to him.
"Where is the portrait?" not wasting a minute.
Her tone held a distressed undertone that instantly caught his attention. Why was she distressed about a portrait of his deceased wife? A woman whom she was supposed to be threatens by. It caught his interest.
He could always use his gift to see what type of bond that she felt towards it, but he decided not too. He'll want to hear the words come out of her mouth before he did such.
"I had it removed."
"Are you sure?" he could feel her uncertainty, not with herself, but his.
"I wouldn't have it remove if I weren't sure," he said rubbing soothing circles across her back.
She was still skeptical. Her biggest concern with Marcus was whether he would draw comparison to Didyme and her. However, that did not mean she wanted him to get over his first wife, just because he felt it was necessary for being with her. No, she would want him to get over the past for himself.
"Marcus…although we're mates I don't want you to feel obligated to get over your wife just because of me. I want you to do it for you."
The frankness in her words was reflected within that beautiful shade of emerald she called eyes.
Marcus was not an unfeeling man. He is not the silent and unresponsive brother that the vampire world seems to portray him.
Nor is he the Saint that the humans known him as.
He was a man that was dealt with the short end in life-correction death.
Later parts of his centuries were plagued by a deep depression of lost love and self. Immortality mocked him; however, waiting tormented him, especially in this perfect form before him.
He caressed her check. There were so many details he wanted to tell her, describe every single detail of her being, expressed himself, and recount the tales that stored within him over the centuries.
But no words could come forth. Not one single detail could express the emotional tremor that resided in him. There was only single emotion that made itself known.
Desire.
Through the bond they shared Aaliyah could feel the strength of that single emotion from him and how it pull to hers.
She moved away, headed in the direction of his chambers, tugging at the clasp that held her dress together. She slid the dress off her slowly. Bearing her bare shoulders…. her back…allowing it to slip away when it came down to her hips.
She knew he was following her…he doing everything in his power not to touch her yet. Enjoying this little game she was presenting to him.
A woman of her word, she wore the skimpy lingerie in his favorite color. Tugging at the bun at the nip of her neck she let loose her raven locks.
That was all to cause the last of his resolved. He took hold of her in a fluid motion that was not expecting.
He turned her before him; the expression that she was greeted was something that she had never expected to come from a person like him.
He had the look of a man that was withheld from the light of day. Finally being free from the hell that he was placed in-grasped to see the day and soak in the sun.
Aaliyah was his sun and he was going to bask in her warmth.
Swiftly placing her on the bed pinning her arms above her head. The sight of him above her being dominated was brand new to her. Aro and Caius had treated her body with the utmost care, but something within her told that was not to be the case with Marcus.
The thought of him ruling over her was such a compelling thought that she was yearning for it.
She looked within his eyes and there was such a desperate yearning that she couldn't bear turning away.
"Don't move," was his simple command. Her eyes followed his movements as he quickly removes his cloths.
He bent back down and captured her lips she went to slip her arms around his neck. His arms quickly took hold of her wrist.
"I said don't move," his tone was mischievous, "you wouldn't want to be punished my little mate now would you?"
She shook her head no, but internally she wanted how it would feel to be punished by him.
"From the spike of your scent I think you would want to know…but I have a detail schedule we must keep."
She was about to speak the words were completely lost as she felt him penetrate her. Sinking in the sheets as broken moans came forth from her lips. Marcus moved in swift, strong, and even movements brushing his hard flesh against her sensitive nub.
Orgasms rocked her spirit never knowing where one ended or begun. Her speech was broken with a mixture of whimpers and shrieks.
To him the sound was sweeter then any movement from a symphony; the noses that she made right now in their mating was simply perfection.
He slowed down rocking gently in her as he captured her lips. The sweetness that came from those ample succulent lips made the craving for her unending.
Without detaching himself from her; he turned her around deciding to take her from behind. With one hand on the small of her back and the other slapping her cheek Aaliyah was on the verge of absolute pleasure.
Marcus pumped into abruptly his moans and grunts mixing in with hers as he could feel himself to that point of completion.
With one final thirst he spilled within her; covering her body with his as he placed kisses all over the surface of her back.
She was sprint, her body screaming for much needed sleep to recharged after such a session with him.
However, Marcus had other plans flipping himself on his back as she straddles him.
"Sleep is not on the schedule my love...we still have several positions I want to put you in before you rest."
Aaliyah couldn't hide the smirk that was pulled to her lips…she was serious going to have to build on her stamina definitely when it came to this one.
"I might as well start right now," she said to herself. Lifting her hips up she slide down and commence one of the most longest satisfying nights of her life.