Burning Bridges By peters.kitten

Pen Name: peters.kitten
Story Title: Burning Bridges
V Rating: LS18+
Word Count: 7,172
Beta: KrysWalt


Peter POV

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Six years. Six motherfucking years since I'd last gotten laid. And believe you me, it wasn't for lack of trying. It definitely wasn't from lack of willing partners either. No, I had that base covered with some of the hottest fucking succubi on this god-forsaken continent, but I still couldn't hit a home run, if you know what I mean.

I was a ruined vampire, well and truly broken. At least my dick was, anyway. The fucker refused to rise to the occasion even when surrounded by three naked succubi vampires who were just begging to be fucked. That was a sad day in the Peter books, for sure.

At least Tanya accounted my response, or lack there-of, as a testament of my iron-clad commitment to my mate. Little did she know that my so called 'mate' was currently somewhere in Italy licking pussy. Fucking bitch. And, yes, I will admit that it does sting a little to have your proclaimed 'mate' up and leave you for another woman.

Okay, so maybe it stung more than just a little. For a long time, I felt like my heart had been ripped right the fuck out and stomped on. It felt as if I had a gaping wound in my chest that would never be whole again. After moping around for a month or ten, I finally started to get over the bitch known as Charlotte. That's when my male pride reared its ugly head.

Now don't get me wrong, being left for another male would have seriously rankled, too. But being left for a pair of tits and a clit? That just added insult to fucking injury. So I did the only sensible thing that a man with wounded pride could do; I decided to fuck it out of my system. Sadly, my dick wasn't excited by the idea...literally.

So now here it is, six years later, and I have decided to take matters into my own hands. Well, not literally, as I have been trying to do just that for a while now to no avail. No, what I'm talking about is force. I'm going to force the fucker to perform, whether he likes it or not. And, yes, I did just refer to my dick as a separate entity. Next thing you know, I'll be naming the bastard. Six years without sex can seriously alter one's mental state of mind.

Now this isn't the first time that I've tried to force the aforementioned bastard, and if this doesn't work, it surely won't be the last. My earlier attempts were met with complete and utter failure. And just in case you're curious- No, Viagra definitely does NOT work on vampires. The only hardness I got from that experiment, was the fuck-awful taste in my mouth that was so fucking hard to get rid of.

My second attempt was also met with failure...seriously fucking embarrassing failure. Suffice to say that force-feeding a human male Viagra and then feeding on a vein close to the groin, will not get you anything but fucking messy for your efforts.

Since both of my experiments had blown up in my face, one quite literally, I decided to back off for a while. I spent a few months just reminiscing about my life before the carpet-muncher left me, and I happened to stumble upon an almost forgotten memory of a time when Jasper was still staying with us, before he met the preternatural pixie.

"Come on, fucker. I can take ya!" I told him when I saw him hesitate for the fifth time. He could have had me ten times over already and it was really pissing me off that no matter how much I trained, the fucker was still better than me. "Stop being a pussy and holding back."

"Can do," he growled, eyes turning black in anger. Oops. Guess I shouldn't have called him a pussy. Time to call in the big guns...two of them, to be exact.

"Flowerbed!" I yelled, struggling not to laugh. It was a signal to my lovely mate. It wasn't cheating...no, I preferred to think of it as strategic savvy. I wasn't forcing him to look, after all.

Jasper was looking at me suspiciously now, probably picking up on my anticipation. I smiled as I heard Char approach. Jasper turned his head in her direction, making his mistake by taking his eyes off of me. I had never won one of our sparring matches, but I damn sure planned on doing so today. All I had to do was touch my teeth to his neck, and victory was mine.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter, taking in the sight of my now topless mate. I knew what he was seeing; I didn't call the twins 'bazookas' for nothing.

I shamelessly used his complete and utter distraction to my advantage, running up behind him and swiftly wrapping my arm around him to hold him there. My teeth were only a fraction of an inch from his neck when it hit me. Jasper, being the gifted fucker that he is, hit me with a wave of lust that had me mindlessly jerking my hips forward, grinding my now-aching erection into his ass.

Next thing I knew, I was face-first on the ground with Jasper's teeth sinking into my neck.

And that was how I came up with my next plan of action; Jasper. I was going to throw myself at his feet and beg for his help. After six years, I damn sure wasn't above begging. All of my male pride had all but abandoned me when I discovered that I had severe erectile dysfunction. Jasper was really going to get a kick out of this shit.

I had been completely off the grid for the last two years, but I figured that Jasper and the Cullens were most likely still in Forks. It seemed to be one of their favorite places to occupy. I laughed as I imagined the Major sitting in a high school classroom full of humans. I still wasn't over that fuckery yet.

As I passed the sign welcoming me to Forks, Washington, I had to force myself to continue. I really didn't want to feel the complete and utter mortification of explaining myself to Jasper, but all I had to think were the words 'six years' and I quickly decided that, mortification be damned, I was going to ask for his help.

I approached their Forks home slowly, my mind categorizing all the scents around me and noting the absence of any vampire scents. Hmm. Maybe they weren't still here, after all. I decided to keep going, thinking that they might have left a forwarding address behind. The crackbrained clairvoyant has been known to do such things before.

The sharp smell of gasoline hit me before I could even see the house. I advanced toward the home cautiously, and the sight that met my eyes caused me to stop and gape in open-mouthed shock. A very thin human girl was dancing with a red container, cackling loudly as she splashed more and more gasoline onto the Cullen's home.

I'm sure that I probably should have stopped her, but the tiny demented girl was clearly enjoying herself and who was I to cut short her fun. It was just a fucking house, after all. Hell, I would buy them a new one myself, if need be. This was the first real entertainment that I had experienced in years. I leaned against a tree and settled in to watch the madness unfold.

The girl, who was clearly mad as a hatter, finished her gasoline dance and threw the red can as hard as she could into one of the huge floor to ceiling windows. It bounced off, leaving the glass unbroken. The human cursed loudly and I had to stifle a chuckle as I watched her pick the container up and try again, only to find the same results.

"Fucking perfect Cullens. Even their fucking windows spite the poor human," she muttered darkly, backing away to stare up at the window in annoyance. Judging by her words, she knew much more than she should, and the 'fucking perfect Cullens' had clearly gotten on her bad side.

I held back a laugh, wondering what could have possibly happened to invoke this sort of response from the little human. I felt kind-of bad for her. She was just so fucking tiny that she stood absolutely no chance of breaking the wall of glass. Almost mindlessly, I found myself reaching down and picking up a big rock from beside my feet. I tossed it from hand to hand, waiting until the human had backed herself far enough away from the glass. And then I let it fly.

She jumped and let out a small squeal as she watched the glass rain down in front of her. She quickly glanced around the forest, before turning back to the shattered remains. A slow smile spread across her face as she stared at the crystal carnage.

"I'm already going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly," she said with a shrug, glancing out into the forest in my direction. I started in surprise. I knew there was no way that she could possibly see me, but it sure seemed as though she could sense my general location. Weird, that.

She shrugged once more and happily skipped away toward her truck, an ugly rusty monstrosity, and pulled out another red container. Damn, the human was nothing if not prepared. She danced up to the house, glass crunching loudly under her shoes, and immediately began dousing the carpet and furniture once she was inside.

"I hope you can see this, you deceiving little bitch!" she shouted to the sky. "And I hope you're watching too, Edward, you mind-reading bastard. I hope you burn for all the pain that you've caused, every last fucking one of you!"

Well, well, well. The kitten's claws were coming out now, and what a well informed kitten she was. And absolutely livid, too. She was fucking beautiful in her anger as she drenched the house in gasoline, her small breasts bouncing as she laughed maniacally.

All too soon, the container was empty. She tossed it to the side and started digging in her pockets. Not finding what she was looking for, she went to her truck and started digging through it. After five minutes of searching, she turned in my direction and threw up her hands.

"I lost my fucking matches!" she squealed in disbelief. I laughed then, loud and long, at the look of incredulity on her face. She heard me and huffed, even going as far as stomping her foot. It only made me laugh louder. It felt good. It had truly been too long since I last laughed.

"Come on out, you sparkling twit. I obviously know you're there. Help a human out, would ya? I know you have some matches or something on you."

"And just why should I help you out, darlin'?" I drawled, stepping out into her line of vision only a few feet away from her. I smirked at her gasp of surprise. She ran her eyes up and down me, blatantly eye-fucking me, and I caught the heady aroma of her arousal even over the horrendous smell of the gasoline. It was heavenly.

"Because you obviously find me entertaining, since you haven't scooped me up and dropped me at the redheaded bitch's feet yet. Thank you for that, by the way. I will willingly go with you just as soon as this is finished. I want to see this fucker burn first," she said calmly, a maniacal glint in her eyes.

"By all means," I said with a chuckle, tossing her the Zippo that I always carried with me. I, of course, had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, but I decided to take advantage of it none-the-less.

She let out another loud cackle as she approached the structure, flipping the lighter open and flicking the wheel with her thumb. She watched the flame for a moment, a deranged smile playing on her face.

"Happy fucking birthday to me. I'll see you all in Hell," she said softly. And then she threw the lighter and watched the flames erupt, grinning the entire time. I ran to her and gently pulled her backwards, away from the flames. She was so fucking tiny that I was afraid to even touch her.

Once we were at the tree line, I dropped her hand and sat down on the grass. She shocked the shit out of me when she sat down. On. My. Fucking. Lap. After a few seconds, I recovered and gingerly wrapped my arms around her. She leaned back against my chest, and together we watched the flames slowly consume the structure.

"I think I hate them, you know," she whispered after a few minutes. "They are the reason this whole cluster-fuck of a mess began. I think the animal blood fucked with their heads."

"I can't tell you how many times that I've thought that, as well," I said with a chuckle. "Especially Edward. Although now I do believe that his particular state of mind is due to the lack of sex. Six years is enough to make me cuckoo. I can only imagine what over a hundred years without release would do to a person."

"Is that so?" she murmured, turning her head to look back at me. A small smile lit her face. "Well then, I suppose my particular brand of crazy can be attributed to my nineteen years of sexlessness."

I drew in a startled breath and stared at her. She was a virgin. Holy hell, I had a virgin pyromaniac sitting on my lap. I'm bettin' she would be a tasty little thing, too, judging by the scent of her blood.

"You obviously aren't who I thought you were...so, who exactly are you?" she asked, bring me from my thoughts.

"I'm Peter," I told her. "I was here looking for Jasper." Her eyes went wide and then she started laughing.

"You're a friend of the Cullens?" she choked out between giggles. "And you helped me burn their house down? Some friend you are!" My lips turned up into a smile at the strange little human's words.

"It was just a house. It isn't like they don't have the money to replace it. Besides, you looked so cute doing your gasoline dance that I couldn't bring myself to stop you," I said with a chuckle.

"Seriously? Gasoline dance?" She snorted, covering her face with her hands and laughing. My smile grew wider. She turned back and gazed at the flames once again.

"I'm Bella," she murmured after a few minutes of silence. "Ex-pet of the Cullen family."

"I'm Peter. Ex-brother of Jasper. Forgotten, and replaced by the Cullen family," I replied.

"Bitter bitches, aren't we?" she said with a humorless laugh. "They took everything from me. My whole family, my heart, my house, my sleep, my sanity, and eventually they will take my life as well. All because they wanted to pretend to be human for a while. I was all a game to them, you know. He told me that he was tired of pretending."

"It's the animal blood," I repeated, forcing a laugh. My thoughts were racing. What the fuck had this girl been through?

"It would have been kinder if he would have drained me the first day like he wanted to. At least then my family would still be alive. But, no, Edward's immaculate control allowed him to abstain from taking my blood. He took my heart instead."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I didn't even try. I felt the need to share something personal with her, since she'd just shared that shit with me.

"I haven't had an erection in over six years," I blurted. If I could have blushed, I would have been colored pink.

"I haven't had one in nineteen," she dead-panned. Hmm. So that's how she wants to play this. Okay.

"I have erectile dysfunction. I literally can't get it up, and it isn't from lack of trying. I couldn't get hard with three naked succubi ready to fulfill my every fantasy." There. Beat that.

"Hell, I don't think I've ever even caused an erection. I know for sure that prudeward never had one. Maybe he had erectile dysfunction, too."

"May-be," I agreed, desperately trying not to laugh. "I tried Viagra once...okay, twice. It doesn't work on vampires in any way, shape, or form. It does make the bite erotic for the human, though."

"I've never had an orgasm. I experimented with a vibrating back massager once, but was interrupted before it got good." There was a small pause, and then she grinned evily at me. "Hey, I think I may have to take my earlier statement back. I walked in on Jacob the day after my vibrator experience, and found him licking the massager while he jerked himself off. He's a werewolf and has a killer sense of smell. He smelled my...scent on the massager. I don't know who was more embarrassed, me or him."

I laughed out loud, I couldn't help it. Damn, that shit was just too good. Wait...werewolf?

"It's my birthday," Bella said suddenly, cutting off my laughter. "I'm going to die today." Well, hell, what am I supposed to say to that?

"Why do you think your gonna die, sugar?" I asked cautiously.

"The Cullens left more than just me behind when they left. They left their enemies behind as well. A particularly nasty redheaded bitch named Victoria is going to kill me today as punishment towards Edward for killing her mate," she said softly, eyes trained on the now blazing fire.

"How do you know that?" I asked her quietly.

"She left me a message that I was next-made it exceptionally clear by using my father's blood. That was about a week after I received a letter from her with my birthday painted in blood on it. I didn't find out until later that it was written in my mother's blood. She killed them both just to send me a message. Somehow, I don't see her going back on her word now."

What the fuck? Seriously...what the fuck? It was all I could think, and it pretty much summed up the whole fucked up situation in three words. What. The. Fuck. Yup...three words.

"You could do it," she whispered, cutting off my mental ramblings of 'what the fuck'. I looked down at her and was met with big chocolate doe eyes staring into mine, pleading with me.

"Do what?" I asked her hesitantly, afraid that I already knew the answer.

"Kill me," she replied, still staring into my eyes. As I gazed down upon her, I wondered if I could do it. Could I actually take her life? No, I couldn't. The answer hit me like a slap in the face. I simply couldn't do it. Bella was the first person to actually interest me in the last six years, and I realized with a sudden clarity that I didn't want to lose her.

"I can't," I told her softly, still gazing into her beautiful eyes.

"Please," she pleaded, and I had to look away. "It would be a mercy, Peter, and you know it! I have no one left to live for. I have nothing and no one. I'm being forced to live in a house with a werewolf who is in love with me and is constantly pressuring me for more than I'm willing to give him. I am kept under lock and key. I am not allowed to go anywhere by myself, and I am never left alone. I had to put a whole fucking bottle of sleeping pills into the pack's chili just so I could sneak out tonight. I feel like I'm living in a fucking cage, and I'm sick of it! I'm ready for it all to end. I'm ready, Peter."

"Do I get to choose how you die, Bella? Is the choice totally mine?" I finally asked, after some careful consideration. Forever is a long time, after all.

"Yes," she whispered, a smile lighting her face. "The choice is totally up to you. Kill me however you like."

"Never thought I'd hear those words," I muttered, causing Bella to laugh. "I honestly don't think a woman should be allowed to die without having her first orgasm, Bella. Wouldn't you agree?" I whispered into her ear as I lightly trailed my fingers down her side.

"Yesss," she breathed, her heartbeat picking up. I leaned down and sucked on her neck, nipping a little, but never breaking the skin. Her head fell back and a small moan escaped her lips. I inhaled deeply and was met with the tantalizing scent of her arousal. I let out a low groan of my own and slowly brought my fingers down to the bottom of her shirt.

Bella's eyes went wide and her cheeks went red when I started lifting her shirt, but she didn't protest as I pulled the offending item up and off of her small body. Her creamy white breasts were barely hidden behind a lacy black bra. I growled low in my throat at the sight and saw her nipples pebble in response.

I carefully flipped her around so that she was facing me, straddling my hips. I leaned forward and slowly flicked my tongue against her breast, smiling at the shudder it evoked from her, before pulling her whole cloth-covered nipple into my mouth and sucking. Bella threw her head back and moaned loudly, her tiny fingers finding their way into my hair as I worked first one breast, and then the other.

By the time I pulled back, she was gasping, her breaths coming in quick pants. She stared up at me, her eyes glazed over with lust. It was one of the loveliest sights I had ever seen, and I told her so, enjoying the blush my words caused that seemed to cover her entire body. Simply scrumptious.

I snaked my arms around her, quickly unfastening her bra and drawing it off of her. She gasped, her hands immediately rising up to cover herself. I frowned, gently catching her fingers and pulling them away from her luscious little tits.

"Never cover these treasures from me," I scolded as I drank in the sight of her. "So fucking beautiful," I murmured, lightly cupping her soft, warm breast and running my thumb across her nipple. I groaned, loving the feel of it under my fingertips. I smirked as her pink nipple pebbled even more, seemingly straining towards me, just begging for my mouth. I couldn't help but to lean down and oblige. What can I say, I've always been a breast man.

After thoroughly worshiping both of her taunt peaks, I leaned back and swiftly divested myself of my shirt. I spread it out across the ground behind Bella, and then carefully lowered her down onto it. Her eyes were wide as she gazed at me, and I could tell that she had become nervous. I reached down and ever so lightly flicked one of her nipples, causing her back to arch and a moan to escape her lips. Perfection.

I trailed my fingers along her stomach, enjoying the warm heat of her skin. I couldn't help but notice just how fucking skinny she was as I absentmindedly counted her ribs, but I forced myself to quickly push the thought away. This was a time for doin', not dwellin', and I fully intended to make the most of it.

My fingers found the button of her jeans, and I quickly flicked it open. Two seconds later, the zipper followed, and then I was tugging her jeans down, leaving Bella clothed in nothing but a small scrap of cloth. Red fucking lace panties, to be exact. What a contradiction this gorgeous creature before me was. A virgin in harlot's clothing. I liked it.

"Y-you're overdressed," she stuttered quietly, once again blushing from head to fucking toe. I stood up and used vampire speed to swiftly strip all my clothes, until I was left standing bare before her. She drew in a quick breath as she stared at my cock. It was my turn to look away now, knowing that I would be fucking crimson right now if I could blush.

"It's so big," she whispered. My eyes snapped back to hers and I stared at her in disbelief. Surely she wasn't making fun of me, was she? No, she was being honest, I decided after studying her face for a few moments.

"Bella...I'm not even hard," I said awkwardly, averting my eyes once again. Fuck!

"It gets bigger?" she exclaimed, and I could hear the incredulity in her voice. I looked down at her wide, innocent eyes, and smiled. This delectable creature had somehow managed to give me confidence even when I stood before her with a limp dick. Would wonders never cease?

I hmmed an agreement, before dropping to my knees and slowly running the tips of my fingers up Bella's legs. I stopped when I reached the edge of her panties. Letting my fingers lightly spread across her lace-covered skin, I bent down and placed my mouth over the throbbing heat of her center. I inhaled deeply, a low growl erupting from me as I was surrounded by Bella's intoxicating aroma. I leaned forward and blew my breath out, watching in satisfaction as she arched her back and shuddered.

I grabbed the side of the offensive garment that was covering my prize, and quickly ripped it in two. The other side met the same fate, and suddenly I was staring down at the epitome of perfection. Her glistening lower lips were calling to me, slick with the cream that my attentions to her breast had produced. Her aching, swollen flesh was just begging me to lick it.

I leaned in and indulged myself in a long, slow lick, tasting Bella's juices for the first time. It was liquid perfection, the elixir of fucking Goddesses. With just one lick, I was addicted. I quickly flicked my tongue out once more, gathering all the cream that I could upon it and reveling in the divine taste. I groaned loudly as Bella screamed out, lacing her fingers in my hair and pushing me back down. I lapped and sucked, paying special attention to her clit simply because it drove her wild.

I could tell the second that she got close, and I forced myself to ease up, wanting to prolong her release as long as possible. She cried out in despair as I pulled back, but it quickly turned into a loud moan when I brought my fingers to her slick entrance and gently slid one in. Her damp heat enveloped my finger, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have her tight walls wrapped around my now aching cock.

Wait...aching cock? What the...Bella raised her hips impatiently, moaning as her actions forced my finger knuckle deep. Ohhh fuck. All thoughts fled my brain as I slowly worked another finger into her drenched sex, growling as she moaned and writhed beneath me. I pulled my fingers out when I felt her nearing the edge again, and she whimpered at the loss. She watched with lust glazed eyes as I brought my fingers to my lips and delighted in licking them clean, groaning as her delectable taste filled my mouth.

"Peter, please!" she begged, and fuck-it-all if I didn't love the sound of my name falling from her lips. I plunged two fingers back inside her, leaning down and sucking on her clit at the same time. She screamed out, violently thrashing as she once again neared her peak.

"Oh my fucking...Peter!" she screamed, as her walls clinched around my fingers, squeezing me like a vice. I growled loudly and was rewarded with another loud moan from Bella. I licked up all her juices like the fucking addict I was, and slowing withdrew my fingers from her tight heat. I raised my head and met her eyes, smirking when I saw the delighted astonishment written on her face.

"Fuck, Peter, that was just...Fuck!" she mumbled half-incoherently. I raised up, covering her body with my own, being careful not to place any of my weight on her. I leaned in and softly pressed my lips to hers, realizing with a start that this was my first time kissing her lips. Well, her upper lips, anyway.

Bella moaned, licking my lips and then practically shoving her tongue inside my mouth. I pulled back in surprise, staring down at her with what I'm sure was a shocked expression. Was my little kitten turning into a tiger after just one orgasm?

"I can taste myself on you, Peter," she moaned. "I fucking taste good." I groaned at her words, immediately locking my lips with hers once more. Her mouth tasted just as good as every other part of her, all wet heat and yum. I couldn't help but envision it wrapped around my throbbing cock.

Wait. Throbbing...cock? I tore myself from Bella's lips, sitting up and almost shouting with joy when I looked down to discover the rigid erection protruding proudly from between my hips. Bella's reaction wasn't quite the same as mine.

"Holy fucking...damn. That's not a cock, that's a fucking tree!" she exclaimed, although she never once shied away from me. Quite the opposite in fact. She reached out and tentatively wrapped her tiny little hand around my prick, eyes wide with awe when she discovered that her fingers wouldn't fully close around my girth. I threw my head back and groaned, enjoying the intimate caress from the only woman that I would ever let touch me again. Mine!

"You're mine, Bella," I growled out. "My mate. Mine! All fucking mine!"

"Oh fuck yes, Peter, all fucking yours!" she cried out, her tiny fingers gripping me harder and stroking down my cock. I roared, almost fucking coming on the spot.

"Make me yours, Peter!" she pleaded, and I could smell how much my possessive behavior had turned her on. I looked down and almost fucking lost it again when I saw just how fucking drenched she was. Her juices were literally dripping from her.

I reached up and plunged two fingers into her wet heat, loving it when my name fell from her lips in the form of a moan. Her hot little hand stroked me again, and I had to pull it away from me to keep from coming all over her.

"Fuck, Bella. I don't want to hurt you. I'm not exactly average size," I told her, pushing her back down and covering her body with mine once more. I captured her lips in a sizzling kiss before she could reply to me. After a couple very heated minutes, Bella pulled away from me.

"Please, Peter," she begged breathlessly, still panting for air. "I want you so bad."

"Fuck," I muttered, silently cursing the size of my manhood for the first time in my existence. "I don't want to hurt you, Bella."

"Make me yours, Peter. I want you to be my one and only," she said softly, and I could see the calculating glint in her eyes as she hammered the last nail in the coffin. "Do you not want me to be yours?"

"Mine!" I growled as my beast rattled his cage. "My mate. All fucking mine!" I bellowed.

"Yesss," Bella hissed, juices freely running down her thighs now. "Take me, Peter!"

I growled low in my throat as I gripped my cock and ran it through her sopping folds to her hot center. I positioned myself and gently pushed, roaring out when I felt her hot heat envelop the head of my cock.

Bella whimpered, and I instantly stilled, waiting for her to adjust to me. I leaned down and softly brushed her lips with mine. I started to pull back, but her tiny little hands gripped my ass, stopping me.

"More," she whispered, and I obliged, sinking another couple of inches into her scorching wetness. She felt so fucking wonderful! My legs were shaking with the effort it took not to bury myself deep within her. But then I saw a tear slip out of her beautiful eye and run down her face, and the act suddenly lost all enjoyment for me. I felt sick, knowing that the same act that brought her so much pain was bringing me such immense pleasure.

Bella must have seen the look on my face and known what I was thinking, because she took things into her own hands, so to speak. Before I could even guess at what she was planning, she violently thrust her hips up, fully impaling herself on my cock.

I wish I could lie and say that I took no pleasure in the act, but it would be just that- a lie. Physically, it was the most fucking pleasurable moment of my existence, and the only fucking thing that kept me from coming on the spot, were the tears that were slowly streaming down my mate's face. It broke my heart and made me wish that I could cry right along with her. Instead, I tried my best to comfort her.

"Shh, darlin'. You're doing great, sweetheart. You're so fucking perfect, Bella. Did you know that? So fucking perfect. Shh," I murmured against her lips, brushing my own against them for a soft kiss.

"Thank you for this, Peter," she whispered, sniffling a little as she did. I leaned down and nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply to pull her scent into me.

"My sweet girl. My lovely little sweet girl. Why are you thanking me? I'm the one who should be thanking you. You're my forever, you know that right? You're mine," the last word came out as a growl, and I could literally feel Bella get wetter from the sound.

"You like that, don't you, you naughty little hellcat? You like it when I growl at you. You want me to get all possessive on you, don't you sugar? It turns you on to know that you're mine. All. Fucking. MINE!" I growled loudly, smiling when I heard Bella's low moan.

After a few more minutes of coaxing, my precious girl was thrusting herself against me, all former pain forgotten as she pushed towards the pleasure that she knew was coming. However, if kept fucking my dick like she was, she wasn't going to have time to get her pleasure because I was about to fucking explode.

I gently stilled her hips, kissing her lips once more before pulling myself almost completely out of her and then thrusting lightly back in. Her back arched up and she moaned my name, begging me to go faster. She was fucking killing me here, didn't she know that? Her scorching heat, her creamy slickness, and her tight inner walls gripping me like a vice would surely be the death of me.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, as I sank my rock hard cock back into her slick channel. I threw my head back and clinched my teeth, fighting the liquid pleasure that was threatening to rip through my body. Not yet. Not yet.

Again and again I thrust, giving in to her desires and going faster, harder, deeper. I was panting just as badly as she was, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. I could feel the heat building, threatening to claw it's way through me against my will if I didn't give in to it.

I reached down and pinched her nipple, growling as Bella's face went slack with pleasure. Her release tore through her, my name falling from her lips in ragged screams. Her inner walls clinched around me, holding me inside her like a fucking vice.

With one last hard plunge, I buried myself to the hilt inside her, roaring as waves and waves of pleasure rolled over me. My cock jerked, shooting stream after stream of my cool seed into Bella's tight little body. I collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her, but still buried deep inside of her heat. I simply couldn't bring myself to part from her just yet.

"Tell me you want forever with me, Bella," I growled, after I recovered enough to speak. I raised myself up on my elbows so I could see her face. She still had a slightly unfocused look to her, and I chuckled as my male pride returned to me in spades. Damn, look at those perfect little pink nipples that are still fucking hard for me.

"Yes," Bella whispered. My gaze instantly snapped to her face and I stared at her as a small smile spread across her lips.

"Forever?" I asked one last time, just for clarification purposes. In all honesty, it really didn't fucking matter what her answer was. She was my mate. I was changing her either way, but it was nice to know that she chose me as well.

"Yes," she repeated firmly. My beast roared in triumph, and it spilled out of my mouth as a fierce growl of possession. Bella was mine. Mine! My cock went from half-mast to hard as a fucking rock in a matter of seconds.

Bella gasped, arching her back to rub her nipples against my chest. I growled again, smiling as I felt her grow wetter. I pulled back and thrust into her depths, groaning as her heat welcomed me once again. But it wasn't quite what I needed for this, though. I needed to possess her. Completely and utterly.

I pulled out, flipped her around to her hands and knees, and then plunged back into her from behind as we both watched the flames burn down the bridges to our pasts. Yesss, my beast hissed. Mine! This was fucking perfection. Judging by Bella's moans of pleasure, she agreed. I fucked her, hard and deep, just like she wanted, yet still being careful to control my strength.

I wrapped a hand in her long hair, and used it to force her neck to the side. I bent fully over her, my hips still beating a steady rhythm against her flesh, and quietly growled, "Mine!" into her ear. Her whole body seemed to freeze, every muscle stretching taut. And then she fucking exploded around my dick with a scream, milking my cock with every pulse of her walls.

I leaned down and sank my teeth into the creamy white expanse of her neck, pumping my mate full of my venom as my cock pumped her full of my seed. She was mine, now. Completely and utterly mine. Somehow I knew she always had been. All. Fucking. Mine.