✔️|Volturi (The Three Kings L.S) (COMPLETED)

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Attarah froze at the sudden voice, every muscle in her stiffening as though they'd been preserved in ice for centuries, her heart flaring as though she was a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Very very slowly, the person walked toward her, she knew who it was but made no move to turn as she heard the expensive leather of his shoes as she moved behind the couch where she sat.

If she were to turn, he would see the panic upon her features, the tear tracks down her cheeks and he'd see that she had a breakdown, she had been doing so well, she had been so happy though one can only be happy for a time, crying was a healthy human reaction, especially if your world had been crushed from a cheap yet beautiful amethyst into powder before being slowly reformed into a gorgeous expensive diamond.

"Attarah?" Caius asked once more though she refused to move, she couldn't look into the gorgeously unique red eyes he possessed with no guilt after the thoughts of his disloyal love she'd experienced, she had questioned her own mate and she felt utterly appalled with herself.

"Baby?" His hands placed on her shoulders from behind and gently caressed her exposed skin, panic evident in his stance.

"Talk to me?" He pleaded as he finally moved into her line of sight, crouching to her level and assessing her for injury before spotting the liquid pain and guilt swirling in the green orbs he adored.

"What happened?" The blond man questioned, hoping for a reaction of any kind and so when she slowly released her stiffened stance and flopped into his chest, he was relieved yet worried still.

"I'm sorry" she whispered and he frowned but still held her tighter as she practically climbed him to wrap herself around him like vines, her legs encircling his waist, hands holding her shoulders and face in his hair.

"For what?" He queried nervously as her breath fanned his extra sensitive skin, sparks flying along his flesh and raising metaphorical goosebumps along with a stiffening situation lower down.

"I doubted you" at those words he pulled his face away from her to get a clear view of her eyed though she misunderstood and rejection washed for her as she stumbled to her feet, tears pooling.

"No..no I didn't" he tried to rush out but failed at calming her, loneliness effected the little brunette in peculiar ways.

"Hey" he whispered softly as she sat on the couch once more, forcing her face into her hands in disgust at herself, she couldn't even control the way she was acting. "I wasn't rejecting you love, I was curious as to why you doubted me."

"I doubted you all." She mumbled and he tilted his head as he sat beside her, his piercing gaze inquiring her. Her mood swings could only relate, in his mind, to the stress of such changes in her life and that could cause a minor depression.

"How so?" She took a deep breath as she stood, walking to the French style patio doors and swinging them open to allow the light to enter along with a gentle soothing breeze.

"I was left alone with my thoughts and I began to wonder if you were going to get bored of me...I wouldn't exactly blame you if you did, I hate myself and I don't deserve you...any of you" she informed as she looked out over the gardens, slowly walking out to the balcony and placing her palms against the thick ledge.

"Why would you think that?" He asked suddenly as he appeared behind her, his chest directly to her back.

"Pardon?"

"Tell me what you hate about yourself" he growled out possessively and she was suddenly airborne. The next thing she registered was the feel of the vintage golden chaise pressing against her back.

"Everything" she mumbled and suddenly felt his lips on hers, what was he attempting to do? He sat up on the chaise and dragged her onto his lap, turning to lay her back against the back of the chaise.

"Any specifics?" He mumbled out as his lips trailed down her throat to the top of her dress as he gently caressed wherever he could reach.

"Um..I hate my body" she stuttered out, vulnerable and at his complete mercy. Caius looked up from beneath his lashes at her as he slid onto the floor on his knees.

"You shouldn't" he smirked and lifted the loose fabric of her skirt, pulling it up as she scrambled to pull it down. Caius smirked as he tightly held the fabric in an iron grip at her mid thigh, his eyes assessing her legs that were clamped shut before his eyes.

"Now this won't do" he smirked and put a hand on each of her knees, pushing her legs open before she could react. Gasping, Attarah sat up straight as she struggled, his lips trailing along on her inner thigh.

"What are you going to do?" He smirked at her, knowing that she didn't want him to take her in the middle of a public Volturi castle library, especially as she was unprepared. He used her emotions to his advantage as he kissed higher.

"You have to say that I love you and I will stop"

"What?" She gasped in shock and confusion though she received no answer as his lips travelled higher, her eyes widened in fear as she scrambled to find words.

"You love me?"

"Who am I?" He smirked and she frowned, finally understanding his game and knowing that she was going to get him back.

"King Caius Volturi loves me" she gasped, his lips a few centimeters away from her pubic bone.

"And who are you?" He smirked and moved his hands up to grab the top of her underwear, causing her to scream gently and struggle.

"King Caius Volturi loves me, Attarah Swan" she informed and he pulled back, she fell to one side gasping and when she looked up, he was shocked to see tears trickling along her cheeks before she stood and ran away.