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

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WARNING: AGE APPROPRIATE CONTENT!!! MILD SEXUAL SCENES AND REFERENCES.

Attarah stood in the large marble bathroom which occupied their extensive suit, she still stood dripping and freezing in her soaked attire and behind her in the far east corner, a bath was situated, spilling its water into the porcelain ceramics. With each splash, bubbles foamed and frothed and the rich sweet scent of lavender overcame her.

Which a large engulf of the oxygen around her, she reached her arm awkwardly around her to unzip her dressed. With one hand twisted uncomfortably and the other pressing her hair into knot, she struggled until a gently freezing hand pushed away her fingers and the fabric of the dress went floating to the ground in a disarray of golden silk, puffing out like a parachute and tumbling along the marble, caught by the barrier of her heeled feet.

Within minutes, she'd turned self consciously, her hand instantly moving to cover her front despite the protection the padded bra provided and with a sigh, she thanked Jane for the beautiful choice of lingerie. She did not want to imagine what Jane thought she'd need it for. The mere mention made her curl up in embarrassment.

Caius marveled over the beauty of Attarah, she was absolutely and undoubtedly a picture of absolute perfection. She stood tall before him in her heels, her slender legs curving upwards, the plains of her stomach incredibly smooth and her hourglass perfection covered with a vibrant emerald green lace. Her hair had began to dry and was curling in tendrils around her pixie face.

"You are so gorgeous my love." he whispered as his fingers absentmindedly caressed the satin of her cheeks. She looked up through a fan of ebony lashes and he swallowed unnecessarily.

"The bath is ready." she whispered in a chime. In moments the water was off and he stood to the side of the faucet. She walked forward and he instantly crouched to bow before her, his hands removing the heels from her feet with utmost uncertainty, gentle as though lifting the most fragile China.

He looked up at her when he placed her shoes to the side and she stepped toward him so his cheek was pressed against her smooth stomach and she wrapped her small arms around him. Attarah fingers knotted in his platinum locks and his hand reacher up behind her to caress her lower back.

They stayed in this position for a pregnant pause before she shivered and he practically ushered her into the warm water. Stepping up, she submerged her lace clad body in the stream of bubbles and lavender. Inwardly apologising to Jane for the destruction of her attire.

It took Attarah a while to notice that she was alone, she was captivated with the bubbles that reflected her own face. Eventually when she did look up, she found a Greek goddess before her, standing tall with his muscular body on show, dignity protected by underwear. Her hands indistinctly reached forward and within minutes he was sat in front of her in the giant square tub, their fingers laced.

Attarah pushed her body up onto her knees and Caius' legs straightened between her legs, she crawled forward, up his body to his lap where she sat, stranding him. Her fingers moved up to twist his hand which fell limply against the edge of the bathtub as he stroked her bag in a synchronized pattern.

Attarah had never considered long hair on a man yet now she had three mates who shared this, she couldn't imagine ever fancying herself with a man whose hair was short. It brought her such fascination to sit for hours and fiddle the tendrils, to watch the movement in the wind and the sparkle in the sunshine.

Eventually her hand reached his neck and their eyes met in an instant. She held his cheeks within her petite fingers and brought their lips together in a beautiful moment that built increasingly with passion. As the fire rose, his hand locked in her hair and she pulled him closer.

In all the rush of hormones and body parts, the breath escaped her but it took Caius only a fraction of a second to removed his lips from hers and begin a rhythmic dance between his mouth and the sling stretched along her throat. The breath returned slowly to her and he held tilted up as newfound sounds escaped her.

She felt him smirk against her flesh before she found her back against the wall opposite Caius which had previously been behind her. In an instant the beautiful emerald race vanished into delicate strings of ribbon and his eyes locked with her.

"Yes" she made out through her strangled gasps and his eyes never left hers as he pushed closer.