After the meeting, Emer escorted Rory and Benjamin through a labyrinth of hallways to the compound locker room. Lieutenant Stevenson and his unit trailed quietly behind them until they positioned themselves outside the locker room's single entrance—or so Rory assumed. His eyes lingered on a delicate finger resting against a gun trigger before he disappeared through the doorway.

Once inside, he was struck instantly by the atrocious assortment of human scents and body odor permeating from the lockers, sinks, and showers. He made out Lieutenant Stevenson and nurse Wong’s lockers right away, their smells fresh in his mind from a week of examinations and blood work. Each human had a distinct smell that made their lockers easy to locate. Every time a name tag confirmed Rory’s suspicion, he felt a small thrill, as if he were winning a game only he and the other vampires could play.

A touch of flower petals and feminine products tickled his nose, immediately giving away sergeant Ivanov's locker. Rory paused to inhale deeply, wanting the scent to permeate him. He enjoyed the way she looked, especially with a gun pointed at him. He pictured her blue eyes and committed her scent to memory. Perhaps it would come in use, if he ever needed to find her.

Emer had stopped at her locker and tapped the two lockers on either side of her with their numbers on them. Rory stepped over and opened his. He found fresh clothes, soap, and shampoo, plus socks and shoes. He'd become so used to wandering around barefoot, he began to wonder if he needed them anymore, but he supposed he should keep up human appearance. 

Rory was sniffing his soap, irritated by its chemical smell, when a flash of pale skin caught his attention. Emer had removed her shirt. She was bra-less and the sight of her pink nipples, hardening on the top of her petite cream breasts, caused him to shiver. 

She'd played with him, but he'd never seen her naked. Emer continued to undress until she stood completely nude in front of him and Benjamin. She grabbed a basket containing her soap, shampoo, and conditioner, and walked off with a towel hanging from her arm.

Rory was left staring at a surprised Benjamin. As if a buzzer went off, they both began to strip immediately. Rory was naked first, with Benjamin right behind him. Rory had left in such a rush, he'd forgotten his shampoo. He didn't care anyway, the soap would do.

Once he spotted Emer, he slowed down, partly because he didn't want to look too eager, but also because the sight of her almost stopped him. Water cascaded down her body in warm, welcoming rivers; trailing down every curve and dipping into every available crevice, hardening him as it went. He stepped over to the far shower, leaving the closer one for Benjamin. He'd never been more possessive of a woman in his life, and yet somehow knew he was required to share her with him. 

Rory would share her, but he would also make himself stand out to her. He understood that they belonged to her, and not the other way around, but he was confident he'd win her and be her favorite. 

He soaped himself lazily as the warm water hit him. He was rock hard and surprisingly not embarrassed by it, but Emer's naked body and his desire to touch her or himself made showering almost impossible. He hadn't failed to notice Benjamin's erection either.

While Rory had never been attracted to men, he was surprised to find he was not disgusted by the sight of Benjamin's uncut penis. His eyes drifted up the defined V of his pelvis and onto the tan chiseled abs and pecks that made up his torso.

When his eyes met Benjamin's bright amber eyes, he turned back to Emer. She showered as if the two of them did not exist. Rory found her negligence all the more exciting and gave in to temptation. His hand slid down to his cock. He feathered his fingers over it and then began to stroke it lightly, staring at her. 

It felt good and the more she ignored him, the naughtier it felt, causing his cock to pulse. As if she'd felt his pleasure, her lilac eyes flashed up, but what he found there was not excitement, but disapproval. 

Her irritated stare caused him to stop, killing his boner and any hopes he'd had for the remainder of their shower. When she picked out a razor from her basket and began shaving, he sighed and decided to focus on bathing himself. 

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