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Chapter Five

I awoke the next day in the bed. I was dressed in Bastion's black t-shirt and completely alone, which was one negative of waking up so late.

I was impressed that they were able to move me and change me without me waking up, but they did.

I stretched my arms up high, flinching when I felt the pulled ligament in my hip.

I let out a pained hiss, rolling over onto my other side to stop the tearing sensation. It didn't work.

I mind linked Bas for help, but he was out of town, gathering some new equipment for the gym with Anthony, so he called Jesse to help instead.

Within a minute, a soft knock fell on the door. "Come in."

Jesse slipped through quietly and cautiously.

"Queen? Are you okay?"

"Yea. Well, no. Could you help me get to the closet?" He picked up his step to get to me, blushing slightly at my outfit which barely covered my ass.

Regardless, with all gentleness, he offered his support to lift me from the bed. I winced again.

"Do you need to visit King Rory for a drink?"

"He's in today?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes, he's in his office."

I nodded. "I'd better put clothes on first, though." I retorted, making him flush.

"Right."

After an extremely awkward session of Jesse helping me dress, we were hobbling our way to Rory's office.

"It's not like you'd never seen me naked before." I teased, giggling when he cleared his throat. He was so sweet, and so very fun to poke at.

Rory had opened the door by the time we reached it, rushing to me when he saw my condition.

"Love, are you alright?"

"Oh, you know. Just twisted my hip wrong getting out of bed." I grumbled.

"Thank you, Jesse. I got it from here." Rory nodded kindly, picking me up and cradling me.

Jesse smiled genuinely in return, giving a slight bow before retreating down the hall.

He was definitely way more comfortable with Rory than Bastion, but that was probably because of their meeting. Bastion came off a little strong.

Rory walked us to the deep crimson loveseat in the corner of his office, setting me down on top of his lap. I yelped at the pain it induced and he was quick to ready himself for drinking.

"I'm sorry. I feel like I'm using you as a band-aide all the time." He chuckled smoothly, shutting his eyes.

"I don't feel that way, love. Please, drink. I want you to feel better."

I licked my lips seeing the subtle rise and fall of his pulse through his ivory skin. Damn, it looked good, tempting and calling me. My fangs extended slowly and he swallowed, pulling and shifting his skin ever so slightly.

"I love you." I whispered against his neck.

"I love y- ahhhm." His back arched from the sofa as I sank in deep, but I pushed him back down.

It had been a week since I'd drunken from him and I missed it so much. It made me feel so close, so much more in tune with him.

Rory. My royal.

My soft and romantic and smiling royal. He never demanded attention like Bas, which made me wonder if I had been neglecting him lately. Even if it was all three of us, I was usually in Bastion's arms. He was so understanding and loyal that I didn't believe he would say something even if he did need me.

I remembered him saying that he liked being in the background, but I wanted him to know how much I appreciated him, how much I loved him.

I felt the taps on my leg telling me that he was reaching his limit. Oops.

I immediately detached myself, sealing him up as he gasped for air. My lips trailed from his neck to his jaw, leaving minuscule kisses in their wake.

"Love..." he groaned, drunkenly.

"Your desk." I suggested forwardly, blushing as the words came out. He pushed me back an inch, his eyes popping open, full of surprise and eager fascination. He raised a brow, his lips lifting slightly into a devilish smirk.

"That's rather kinky of you, Queen." He challenged. I buried my face in his neck, laughing.

"It's your influence, King."

"Well, I'll make sure I don't disappoint, then." He stated coolly, standing with ease and carrying me over to the large mahogany desk.

It was so much more intimidating now that we were here. It seemed like a naughty executive roleplay, but then again, Rory basically was an executive.

"Should I call you boss?" I said sarcastically, trying to stifle my giggle.

He set me down, the cool wood chilling through my thin leggings as he leaned forward, forcing me to hold myself up with my hands set behind me.

"You can call me boss, King, Rory, or whatever the hell you want, love. As long as I get you." He tugged up my shirt, undressing my upper half with grace, but tossing my clothes sloppily at his large leather office chair.

Then, he moved to gently massage my breasts with both hands whilst simultaneously suckling my collarbone. I let out a low and extended moan.

There was no such thing as a short tryst with Rory. He took his time, worshipping every inch of my body, tasting all of me as if missing a piece would ruin the entire experience.

He had developed this habit of his since the war between the wolves and us. I didn't mind. I thought it might be a sort of therapy for him.

His lips trailed in between my breasts, landing on my seal and sending my nerves into hypersensitivity. I latched onto the back of his head with one of my hands, making me shaky and less supported, but I didn't care. I needed to touch him. I needed to feel our fire.

Noticing my instability, Rory placed one hand behind my back and the other behind my shoulders as to safely ease me back against the desk, still coating my body with sexual kerosene along the way. I pulled apart my thighs so he could stand between and he did, pushing his hips up against my core in a delightful way.

I squirmed beneath him, basking in his delicate and sensual touch as he moved lower and lower down my body.

"Shirt." I demanded out of breath when he reached the highest swell of my belly.

He smirked, giving it a quick kiss before righting himself and undoing his buttons with haste.

"Touch me, love."

But he didn't have to ask.

As soon as he was close enough, I gripped onto the back of his neck, pulling him against my mouth as my hands traveled over his delicious torso. I circled over his seal with the pad of my thumb, making him deepen our kiss frantically.

He was losing his composure and it was exciting me, egging me on.

He sped up, pulling my leggings off in one swift move, pushing aside my panties so he could pleasure me with his fingers.

His heart was racing, his breath shallowing and I wanted to feel him so badly that it almost hurt.

"Rory, please."

His fingers slid into my wet pussy, curling to rub against the most sensitive part inside of me and making me squeal. I was utterly enthralled by his acts of love, but it was broken when the phone on his desk started to ring.

"Fuck." He cursed, breaking my grip so he could check the caller ID. "Stay." He commanded, adding his thumb to stroke my clit.

I covered my mouth to stifle my screams. He isn't honestly considering-

"Rory Bennet." Oh my gods. His panting became subtle, his voice professional and direct. He sounded perfectly normal, but seeing him was another story. His chest was still heaving, his hair was wildly brushed over his eyes, his skin had a thin sheet of sweat and his eyes were blazing red.

His lips twitched in excitement and he nodded as if the person on the other line could see him. Thank the heavens they couldn't.

"No, our quarterly results have been posted already. They need to be distributed to our partners by sundown tomorrow."

I screwed my eyes shut, trying to hold off on surrendering to my upcoming orgasm. He knew it, too. His fingers picked up their tempo and I gripped onto his arm with claws extended, holding on for dear life.

I didn't want whoever was on the line, probably a secretary or accountant, to hear their boss pleasuring his lover.

"There's no excuse." He spoke calmly. "They need to let it go." My eyes sprang open to see him eyeing me in amusement.

He was so sly.

I glared at him and he winked. I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Yes, we can discuss it further tomorrow. Goodbye."

As soon as I heard the click of the reciever, my core released in a flurry of shock waves throughout my entire body.

"Yes, love. Good girl." Rory cooed seductively, moving to run his tongue up my seal and extending my climax.

He raised my still trembling legs over his shoulders, biting down on his lip as he lowered his pants and guided his tip into me.

"Shit." I breathed out, still overwhelmed from his previous antics.

Once he was stationed at my opening his hands traced over my stomach, landing on my breasts.

"You're so beautiful, Aria. So fucking beautiful."

Then, he moved. His thrusts were paradoxical; frantic yet soothing, desperate yet reverent. He led me on yet another journey, smothering me in his warmth and alluring nature until I was surrendering more to him than my body's response.

In Bastion's arms I felt safe. In Rory's, I felt loved.

As soon as he filled me, he lifted me from the desk, lowering us to the carpeted floor, clinging to me tighter than usual.

"Rory?" Something was bothering him.

"I'm okay." He assured me, burying his face in my hair.

"Please, don't lie to me." I mumbled, running my fingers through his damp hair. "You don't need to be perfect. You're allowed to be weak sometimes." I added.

He sighed deeply, squeezing me just a little tighter. After a minute of silence, he finally spoke.

"I'm okay. I just need you right now."

"Well, I'm here. Always."

He flinched at my subtle promise, but didn't say a word.

A knock on the door broke our moment.

Rory grumbled, stretching his arms above his head and reaching to grab my clothes from the chair.

I sniffed the air, trying to get past the smell of sex surrounding us to figure out who was at the door.

My nose scrunched, making Rory laugh.

He quickly assisted my dressing before shouting to the door, still shirtless, "Come in, Dylan."

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