VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: I like to keep my authors note consist and to the point so you can get to the story. However, I want ALL of you, my dear readers to read this. In the beginning of the year several of you sent me a PM about your concern for a story called "More than She Seem" and how there were similarities between that story and mines. Long story short, I address my concern with thecrimsondagger who was gracious in her response—we came to a mature agreement where she gave me the proper credit on her chapter 25 and I left messages on both my Tumblr and Facebook page.

I've been on FanFiction for many years prior to creating an account I've seen people on this site get into some major unnecessary drama. I've seen great authors take down stories or go so far as to delete their account, because of incidents like this—it was the reason why at first I didn't take account to the reader who left me the first PM about the similarities between the story but when five other people keep sending the same message—you're going to act. Why I'm saying this? Like I stated in my Facebook and Tumblr page I don't want any of ya'll to harass her. Once again I want to thank the people who left those PMs—I sent thank you notes already through PM, but once more THANK YOU. You readers are the motivation and keeps me creating awesome content. On a light note—I'm done with my website! When I say this website slays! Check out both my Tumblr and Facebook page bennyjuderoad/?hc_ref=NEWSFEED&fref=nf and .com My brand-new website bcnilopus whixh will update you on the website and so forth.

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You're my little baby, my darling baby

And everybody wants to know what's going down

They don't know that I'm your man

You're my lady

My divine lady

Such a wonderful lady

I can't tell they're looking at us

Lady – D'Angelo

. . .

Lady Part II.

This was the forgotten area of Rome, where the past and the present clashed with its ruins. She took into account of the state of the dilapidated building that they were walking towards.

"Come, love," the cool breath of her lover brushed against her ear sending a shiver that incited her whole body. Her scent coaxing a purr of approval and a smirked filled with titillating promises of what's to come later on tonight.

. . .

Despite the exterior, the interior was the complete opposite; the Red Lotus, the name of the club, was slick and modern going with whole factory motif. The music was alright… and she guesses people could dance to it. All in all, Aaliyah wasn't much impressed by what she saw.

Notwithstanding, the popular notion that cycle around the castle that she was a stick in the mud and unable to comprehend fun—that was not the case. Aaliyah had her share of clubs and parties during her time at Howard University—after all, she was young, going to school abroad, and not under the surveillance of the three brothers?

She made it her business to enjoy her freedom.

However, this was not her scene and she could feel tonight might be a little dull until they left. Till then she was going to suck it up, after all, didn't Aro say it was a business call?

What caught her notice were the people who occupy the space—they were humans, there were no vampires around and why was the club called Red Lotus when it was supposed to be the Palace?

She kept her questions at bay as she walked beside her man. Aaliyah made sure he didn't catch wind of her thoughts she didn't want him to think her ungrateful about his gesture for going out—she really didn't want them to have any problems, especially they're official night together.

They were heading in the direction of the back; as space was becoming less crowded she noticed two vampires guarding a set of doors.

Taking notice of who was approaching; they respectfully bowed their heads acknowledging their ruler. The one vampire that was posted to the right moved to open the door taking the initiative to guide them. They were lead down a long cemented hallway that seems to go-on-and-on till they came to a solid metal door.

Sliding the door open, the guard move to the side allowing them to enter—stepping inside the room florescent lights shined brightly with a factory elevator gracing the wall in front of them; however, they had a welcoming party.

The man before them was the epitome of the other-worldly beauty that graced all vampires; however, he held a roguish sexiness about himself—he had the air that he would take you in the most primal of ways and wouldn't care who was there to watch.

There was simply something about the dangerous edge to him that he swaggered with a confidence—dare she says, like a king? That alone gave her the clue that this was the friend that Felix spoke about and the man that owned this place—this was Luka Acconcio.

"Your eminence."

"Luka."

"It's been long since you last grace us, my liege," spoke Luka, using the rightful terms towards Aro—knowing that it was stroking his ego.

"It has—conversely duty must trump ones own personal pleasure," he exclaimed, Luka turned his eyes towards Aaliyah, who stood beside him.

Vampires might act haughty at the idea of being with a human—damn near comparing it to bestiality—however, they showed their limitations when it comes to the sexual attraction, especially in the sight of a beautiful mortal.

Luka Acconcio was a man who could appreciate the beauty of a woman—whether she was an immortal or mortal. The mortal that stood beside the monarch was one of the most attractive women he's seen in his long life. She was of African descent—her body was curvy with legs that screamed to be wrapped around a strong waist. He guessed that not only was Aro a great collector of the gifted and the arts but he was also a collector of beautiful women.

"Well…it seems as though tonight will be different—especially with the exquisite creature next to you," he could feel his venom pooling at the thought of having her to himself "my liege would you be merciful in allowing the partaking of such a creature."

A menacing growl interrupted his assessing—he turned his attention back.

The sight of the once crimson iris turned obscure with an intimidating glint shinning so brightly—he was not amused by the actions of this foolish immortal.

What made matters worst was how his mate was eyeing the immortal before him—he was going to set that to rights as soon they were in private.

"Tread wisely…" the threat was quite clear between the two men and it wasn't lost upon Aaliyah.

Luka who had overstepped and put himself in the line of fire with a man that held a power that he only wished to obtain. He had to quickly pacify the situation before he fount himself on Aro's hit-list.

He bowed his head in a sign of respect and submission; Aro took it for what it was, nevertheless, Luka had only one strike left before he fount himself without a head.

He moved sideways arms stretch out in the direction of the elevator, "Shall we?"

Aro took hold of Aaliyah as they moved into the elevator on the side of them was a guard in-position. The quizzical glance was thrown in their direction by Luka before he stepped on closing the door and pressing the down button.

"I would like refreshments for my mate to be provided for," his tone holding an edge as if hoping the immortal would spark any type of outrage at his demand.

"As you command."

He took in lightly the scent that was coming from the woman—as intoxicating her natural scent was the distinctive scent that only those who was mated was thick in the air. The truth was all in the scent.

The severity at how close his life had been on the break of danger was not lost upon him—he had in all the correct words dared to ask permission in sexual activities with the mate of one of the most dangerous men on this earth.

Aro graced him with an expression that screams "What I expected." making it clear who was alpha.

. . . . . . . .

The incense was a sweet mixture of vice and thirst—capturing her senses as the vibrations of the music engulfed her sending a wave of euphoria. Stepping out of the steel enclosure Aaliyah took in the sight of The Palace and what she saw was befitting of the name.

The Palace was a series of spacious catacombs; the light brown stone carved into series of tunnels; images painted in royal blues, red, and gold faded with time, but touches of the Roman and Renaissance period was very obvious in this enclosure.

Space was lite with a mixture of fluorescent lights and torches giving off the additional seduction and danger. Her gaze turned to the ceiling where she noticed several gold cages each one filled with an immortal dancing to the hypnotizing beat of the music. But what had caught her sight was several humans—correction died humans swigging upside down necks slashed as their blood were collected in a fountain.

Immortals walked passed nonchalant of the obvious bodies that swing above them placing their goblets onto the fountain as the dark liquid eased within the glass.

In her peripheral vision; she notices in the far area of the catacombs held a pool of water illuminated by lights to give off this emerald color the mist that shimmer across brought an eerie nature yet tempting to the gaze. She took noticed that the immortals who were in the water were bare as the day they were born performing acts that could be found in any sacred sexual text fount in all the cultures around the world.

Aaliyah could feel a tightening within her pooling at the thought of partaking in some of those stances with one or all three of her mates. She could feel Aro holding her tight to his side his hands rubbing the side of her as if telling her to wait—she couldn't the sight seem to bring her lust to an ultimate high.

A growl of possessive nature eased through her ear—sending the shivers through her body and making her pool. Even if she was lost in the thought of being fuck into oblivion by her mate at this moment; she wasn't completely obtuse that some of the immortals in the club took noticed of them or in the correct words her.

The hostility was quite evident in the air of some; after all, she was a human that was contaminating their space, while the nonchalant airs of others gave her no recognition—the assumption being that she would be died by the end of the night. Their disregard of her did not stop them from showing the respect that was due to their monarch standing beside her.

Aaliyah was not phased by the attitude of the immortals, after all, she did spend the majority of her life in the company of their kind. Of course, the carcasses and she weren't the only humans in the club. As they moved through the crowd she noticed that there were vampires who were feeding on a few in the way that gave off the impression of lions basking in the kill. Blood smeared their faces, while their cloths were stained by the life source—some of them going as far as to fuck in such a setting. The pull from her mate to keep up with his pace as they moved towards a set of stairs moving away from the crowd and closer to a more secluded area.

. . . . . . .

The Volturi being a long standing patron of The Palace held their own personal quarters within the club. Allowing them to conduct business in peace without the eyes and ears of the populace. Or enact in their own debauchery that even the younger immortals wouldn't be able to fathom for their own sensibilities. The quarters were decorated in crimson, gold, and ebony—the coven colors with the Volturi ensign plastered to the floor. In the far side of the room held a conference table with several chairs and on the right-hand side of the room held a canopy bed a statement piece in the space.

The central point of the room was the seating area; the seats were arranged where the view of the club could be seen. It gave off the impression of true power—to cast your eyes over everyone and nothing above you. It was the true definition of the Volturi motto Causa Latet vis Est Notissima or The cause is hidden, but the results are well known.

Aaliyah placed herself in front of the window after the guards had swapped the room—she could hear both Aro and Luka speak in a language that was consider died. Aaliyah curious by nature, her senses were still enraptured by what was happening below her. She was on overdrive and the images seem to heighten the ecstasy within her.

Aro observed his mate, who was unaware of the detrimental position that she was in at this moment.

Her natural honeyed fiery scent seems to amplify—her carnal thirst could be felt through their bond; maliciously teasing his feral nature.

It was clawing at him.

He moved behind her in one fluid motion taking a handful of her sinful locks. She presses her body into his feeling his erection brushing against her. Posing her neck in a submissive gesture—all her movements seeming so natural and the smirk that pulls to his lips was clear of his satisfaction with his little mate.

His nose brushed against the juncture of her neck and collarbone connected—a place where her scent was most alluring.

"For she had eyes and chose me," his whispered words chilled her heated skin as his hand brushed attentively against her thigh.

She never thought that words from Othello could make her wet with the craving to be taken roughly. Her scent that already heighten seems to engulf him. His hand slide between her glories thighs and the discovery caused his once ruby iris turn onyx.

His fingers slide into her awaiting lips the hitching of her breath as a winded mewl came forth.

"And to think that once upon a time I thought you to be very modest..." his voice was equally anxious as his fingers moved within an unsolidified motion that made her clenched her thighs, "to know that is not the case-makes me yearn to discover the more sexual part of you."

His movement seemed to become faster in action causing the wave of euphoria that she was previously experiencing was preparing to explode. The sight of the club goers before her and the feeling of his fingers within her seem to send her on this overdrive where her sense was all deluded that made her moans seem wild and uneven.

When she felt that her climax was on the breaking point—he stopped. His digits that once consumed her was gone and the feeling of wanting release.

"Aro…" her voice heavy with elation and aggravation.

In a whirlwind action, she fount herself on the bed spread out as though she was the sacrificial gift to the gods. Onyx eyes were kept on her and a voice in a battle of control spoke out.

"Strip."

Aaliyah, pull herself into a kneeling position her heels digging into her buttocks as she lifted her dress from her body revealing all to him. Her movements were slow and sensual—he appreciated that… but he fount that she in all of her bare glory was most pleasing.

"You look absolutely divine my love," he said as he slowly slides out of his jacket and placing it on the ottoman in front of the bed.

"A rare creature for only my eyes to see," a possessiveness that sent shivers up her spine and a flashing heat between her legs. He unbuttons each button from his shirt with a deliberate slow eased knowing that her little body was singing for his touch. He tugs at his shirt placing it along with his jacket in his peripheral he could see her hands easing their way to her wanton slit that was crying to be filled.

Within a mere second, he had her arms tied with his belt with laying on her back and him hovering over her. His lips were own hers—her essence was so heavenly filled with spices and honey.

"Tsk tsk…you must learn patience love," he said softly.

"Please, Aro…I want you inside me right now," her voice hitched as she felt his lips enclosed around her nipple. The vibrations of his growl made her yearn for him, even more, she was going to implode from the built up desire.

Sex with her three mates was a perfect definition of how opposite the brothers really were. When it came to foreplay—Caius was more inclined to prolong it, preferring to see how he could make her scream till her voice was damn near horsed and her skin shimmer with sweat and tang with a rosy hue to her caramel complexion.

Marcus was always up to new tricks in dominating her in the bed while bringing her to orgasm—leaving marks of their congress—he didn't spend much time in the foreplay. And then there was Aro—he was the perfect combination of his brothers when it came to foreplay and dominance but there was flare of a showmanship with him.

"Please, please please Aro," her body tightening as his skillful tongue moved across her body.

He loved her pleading for there was one thing he knew about his Aaliyah—she didn't beg for anything. Her assertive nature had always been endearing to him when she was a child and as she grew up to become this magnificent woman turned him on in ways no one could ever do.

Aro was a man of pride and his wounded ego from the way she was eyeing Luka didn't sting so much—after all, she was right here wanting him. Begging for him to release the desire that she had built up for him only. Only for him.

"Please what dearest? What do you want me to do to you?" his hand brushing her heat causing her to capture his hand between her thighs in the hopes he stays there.

"Tell me…I want to hear you say the words," his voice hissed as he captures her lips as his hand subtle touched her clit. The kiss didn't last long as he wanted to hear her beautiful moans as heavy lids looked to him.

"I want you to fuck me," she said flicking her tongue against his earlobe, "I want you to take me hard and deep…so deep and hard that I won't be able to feel my legs," that was all she needed to say for him to finish undressing. He grabbed her right leg admiring her sculpted leg even more so that she still had her heels on.

Pushing her legs up and apart he moved between her the heat that was radiating was so inviting and he was ready to enter.

The first connection between the two was unreal—both of them taking a moment to savior feeling the other.

"You're so wet," he moans, a smirk tugged at his lips as he took hold of her breast nipping lightly at her nipple as he started to move within her.

"So tight for me."

A sigh came forth as she felt him moved with her—he was doing as she asked in solid moves he was taking her hard and deep in a steady rhythm that she could follow with ease. Wrapping her legs around him locking them to keep him in that position where he had a better angle in hitting her spot.

"Yes, Aro! Right there—right there!" her laments continue on the more he deepens his stroke and hitting her spot. She struggled with the belt that was still held her hands bonded—she wanted to touch him to be even closer to him then they already were.

Aro knowing what she wanted untie the belt knowing that her hands were going to find its way to his hair. There was something about his hair that his mate simply wanted to tug and dishevel in their lovemaking. As expected her fingers crept within his black mane her nails brushing his scape sending trimmers throughout his body as he quickens his pace. His action causing her to pull at his hair as broken moans was his award.

The slapping of skin and cries of ecstasy was all that she heard everything was lost upon her as to what was going on outside from them. The sounds of her mate's growls and groans were the only thing she wanted to hear. Aro felt she was near her breaking point but what he wanted to hear most from her lips had yet to be said.

She had it several times in the past unknowingly and he wanted those three words to fall from those beautifully plump lips.

Aaliyah felt herself being moved in an upright position—Aro was seating while she was straddling him. His arms were wrapped around her waist and his hands spread across both her butt checks taking a good grip of her fat ass. She began to move taking in more of him as he meets her with each stroke.

"I'm about to cum! Mhm…yes right there…yes…yes…I love you—I love you—I love you…YESSS!" she screams her release Aro not so far from her as his hot seed mixed with her release. They rode out their orgasm each tightly embracing the other as their lips continue in a slow dance with each other.

. . . . .

Aaliyah took a light sip of her scotch watching the scene before her. Her body was completely relaxed and loose; she didn't know whether it was her fifth glass of scotch or the seventh sexual interaction that she and Aro had to partake in on the conference table.

She was betting on both.

She smiled as Aro arm wrapping around her waste—the scent of blood and liquor mixed together was strong on him and mixed with his mahogany cologne it was quite tempting and suiting for him.

A silent hiss came from her lips when he touched a certain sore area on her hip; in their third round of congress, it had been very rough.

"I'm sorry dearest…I'll kiss it later on," he whispered, giving her a kiss on the head.

She looked at the once immaculate space and couldn't stop the husky chuckle that came to her lips, "I don't think this room could take another round."

A chuckle came forth from him—laying a cool kiss on her temple as he took another sip of his drink. Aaliyah turned her attention back to the scene.

"No one can see us," he spoke.

"I figured already," she took a sip of her drink.

"I doubt you're using your gifts," he inquired.

"Correct…after all I just know how possessive you are."

The assertiveness of her tone and the blood he was drinking was agitating his feral nature once more and he was ready to take her all over again.

"What's going on over there?"

"Pardon?" taking the reigns of his control again.

"What's going on over there?" she pointed in the direction where they held matches.

"They're having a match love,"

"Like the ones you have the guards take in every month?"

"Yes, but these are more vicious…and profitable."

"Gambling?"

"Come my love…vampires enjoy gambling just as much as humans."

"Shall we go then," she swallows the last of her liquor and moved away towards the door—Aro was by her side in barely a second taking hold of her as they descended once more into the madness.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

The Next Morning

"I'm dying!" she grumbled.

"You have a hangover," the amusement was ever so clear in his voice as he carried her out the indoor garage. Stepping into the foyer they were greeted by the shocking and entertained face of Caius—who took on the sight of their little mate.

"My my…someone had an enthusiastic night."

The statement couldn't be far true—Aaliyah had left pristine to comeback looking like Bellatrix Lestrange—it was not a good look especially if your significant other still looked pristine the way he left.

"Caius go away before I vomit on your shoes," she moaned, "Aro never take me back to that place again."

"We'll be going back next month...I believe that is when Luka throws Carnival? Mind joining Caius?"

"With pleasure,"

Aaliyah's overly animated and gutter mind couldn't stop the image of all three them and the fun they'll partake in…a slight shiver took hold of her.

Of course, her mates knew what turn her mind had gone.

"I think it's time to put you to bed, dearest."