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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.

Wanted By bellabbblack

Pen Name: bellabbblack
Story Title: Wanted
V Rating LS18
Word Count: 2541
Beta: jkane180


Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or these characters.

Warning: This story contains strong language and graphic sexual themes. Fair warning, it has femmeslash.

Wanted

It was hot and humid in the woods today. Bella pushed her frizzy hair back over her ears and kept walking forward. She had to find the place-the meadow Edward took her to. She needed to see it, to know that he was real, that something she felt was real.

He'd made her feel so lucky, lucky that he—Edward Cullen—wanted her, loved her. But then he just left with very little explanation, left her cold, alone, and broken.

Broken.

The word made her cringe inwardly. After all the time she'd spent with Jacob, when she knew he was trying, trying so desperately, to fix her. It still wasn't enough.

And now he was gone too.

He'd promised he wouldn't hurt her. Promised.

That thought brought a sharp stabbing pain to her gut. She almost lost it. She doubled over, her knees hitting the ground with a soft thud.

Why was it that the pain of losing Edward felt like emptiness, like he had sucked all the life from her? She felt a cold sense of numbness from it. But with Jacob... with Jacob it felt like someone had taken a sharp knife and cut her. It was a jagged, festering wound.

It was all too much.

That's why she was out here today. She wanted so desperately to see that beautiful meadow, to have that same feeling she felt the first time she saw it. Euphoric. Enraptured. Transported. Alive.

When she stood up and blinked through her tears, she saw a flash of fire-engine red hair and pale, almost luminescent skin as it caught the small streams of sunlight pouring into the forest.

In an instant, Victoria was in front of her. She circled Bella like a hunting lioness, her plump, blush colored lips curving up in a wicked smirk. Her hair was like flames, wild and untamed.

"Well, well. Hello again," she purred. Bella shivered. Fear and adrenaline coursed through her system mercilessly. She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't move.

Victoria felt almost giddy with excitement. She'd been waiting, watching, and hunting Bella. She wanted revenge for her fallen lover, James, that Edward killed last spring. But the closer she got to Bella, the more her anger started to ebb, the more Bella's delicious, delectable scent drew her in. She smelled of sweat and fear. Her blood and aura oozed vitality and life. It poured off of her.

Bella shivered, confused by the look on Victoria's delicate features. Something flickered in her ebony eyes.

Was it hunger?

Suddenly, Victoria was even closer. Bella's mind was fogged by her proximity.

Everything about me draws you in. My scent...

Edward's words echo in her ears, but it sounded so distant now. She felt like she was drowning, fighting for the surface, but finding it impossible to keep fighting.

Victoria leaned over her, pushing Bella back into a tree. She trailed one long finger along Bella's exposed collar bone. Bella shivered again, warmth blooming in her chest despite Victoria's icy touch.

Victoria ducked her head, encouraged by the scent coming off Bella in buckets, and slowly licked her neck.

"Hmmm, maybe I shouldn't kill you," she whispered. Bella's heart sped up, every beat crashing violently against her ribs. Bella tried to shake her head of the thoughts she was having, but it was useless. She was intoxicated by Victoria's smell and her soft, husky words.

Bella swallowed hard when she felt Victoria's cool breath and surprisingly supple lips against her neck while the vampire's slender fingers curled around her upper arms.

"You like that?" she murmured, her fingers slipping down Bella's tingling arms and sliding along the waistband of her jeans.

Bella couldn't help the rush of wetness that she felt at the tender touch.

Victoria pinned her against the tree, and the bark dug into her back, but she didn't even register it. Victoria's lips hovered just above Bella's soft, pink, parted ones, but she didn't kiss her. Instead, she licked down her chest, her hands grasping and ripping her flannel shirt and the buttons flying everywhere.

She then hooked her fingers in Bella's jeans and shoved them cleanly and quickly off her long, lean legs. Victoria roughly grabbed Bella's bare legs, spreading them apart and trailing her hands up her inner thighs, her fingers brushing against the damp cotton of her panties.

Bella gasped when Victoria's fingers pushed her panties aside and touched her wetness. She stroked two of her cool, slender fingers up her slit, coating them in Bella's abundant wetness. Bella sucked in a shaky breath, biting her lip so hard she tasted a twinge of blood on her tongue when Victoria slipped two fingers inside Bella's soft, moist folds. The smell of Bella's blood in the air caused the vampire's mouth to water more, but she resisted the urge to sink her teeth into Bella's flesh.

Victoria licked her lips in anticipation. There was something so animalistic about the desire flashing in the vampire's eyes. And for the first time in a long time, Bella felt alive-desired, even. Bella's hooded eyes widened when she watched Victoria suck two wet fingers into her mouth, moaning her satisfaction.

"Mmmm, you taste as good as you smell." The vampire dropped to the forest floor and placed one kiss against the soaked cotton. "If you're a good girl and come for me, I'll let you and your pack of dogs live."

Her cool breath made Bella's thighs tremble. Victoria swiftly removed Bella's panties. She cried out when she felt Victoria's soft tongue lick her heated, throbbing core. Victoria gripped her thighs and hooked both of Bella's legs over her shoulders. She pressed her face into her as she devoured her, lapping up the moisture.

Bella's hands fisted in her own long brown hair as she moaned and shook beneath the pleasurable assault. She felt dizzy, breathless, and her body was singing with the sensations pulsing through her limbs. Victoria sucked her swollen bundle in her mouth while simultaneously pushing two fingers inside her warm depth. She pumped and curled her slender fingers, stroking Bella's tight walls.

Bella cried out, coming almost instantly. She felt dizzy and breathless as Victoria slowed down, extracting her fingers but keeping her lips softly pressed to Bella's pulsating center.

"Good girl," she cooed.

Unbeknownst to both girls, they had an audience. Jake had phased back to his human form, and was standing in the thick shadows of the tall pines. The other pack members were still wolves, and they had fanned out in a circle around the small clearing the two girls were in.

All of them were speechless.

Jake's hands were clenched into tight fist at his side. He couldn't deny the fact that he was turned on. Seeing two girls go at it was... fucking awesome, and every man's fantasy. But he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with jealousy and anger.

She was sweaty and breathless, her cheeks flushed a bright, alluring pink. More of her creamy, pale skin than he had ever seen was exposed. She was all cream and roses, and fuck if he wasn't painfully hard. But something instinctual and primal was growling... Mine! Mine! Mine!

"Bells?" Jacob stepped out from behind a tree with a scowl on his face. Bella's eyes widened, and her face turned a deep scarlet. He followed her blush down her exposed chest to her navel. Jake swallowed thickly.

"Well, hello to you too, Mutt," Victoria laughed, standing back up. Bella scrambled to grab her jeans and put them back on. All the while, Jake's dark gaze kept darting from Victoria's evil smirk back to her.

Deciding to ignore the vampire, Jacob strode purposefully over to Bella. He grabbed her, flung her over his shoulder, and took off, leaving behind Victoria's trolling laughter. Bella was too surprised to even fight against him. And the further away they got, the clearer her head felt.

They finally made it back to the rez, and Jacob took her to his house. Billy wasn't there. He didn't sit her down until they were in his room. He placed her on her feet then turned and started rummaging through his drawers, looking for something that would fit her.

He thrust an old, worn pair of sweats and a faded yellow tee at her and then stomped angrily out of the room. A few seconds later, he burst back into the room. Bella was standing, still a little shocked, in the middle of his room wearing nothing but her white cotton bra and pale pink panties.

Without saying anything, his hands were suddenly on her face, hot and heavy. His dark eyes were dangerous-looking, lust, desire, and anger battling for dominance.

But his words were soft, broken, tortured, and pleading.

"Why?" His deep voice cracked. She was overwhelmed by the emotion she saw in his eyes and dazed and speechless by the sudden emotions bubbling up inside her. It took several tense minutes before she could gather enough oxygen or whisper a response.

"I don't know. She... I was confused... Her... She made me feel..." She stumbled and stuttered, not sure how to describe what had just happened or how much she had needed to just feel desired, lusted after, wanted.

Wanted. The word repeated in her mind. "Wanted," she managed to say in a soft, almost inaudible voice.

Jacob leaned forward, his hot breath fanned her face, and his full lips hovered above her own. "I want you, Bella."

And suddenly, his lips were on hers. His mouth was soft, his lips warm, and his kiss full of desperation and urgency. Bella felt a fire erupt inside her as she kissed him back hard and fierce. She fisted her hands in his hair, parting her lips and surrendering to him.

Jake's hands skimmed down her bare sides, over the curve of her hip, the swell of her ass, to the silky skin at the back of her thighs. He lifted her, hitching her to him and striding purposefully over to his bed.

He wasn't gentle. He was passionate, intense, and desperate. Like a man who had spent a month in the desert with no water. She was his water, his air, his everything, and he suddenly had to prove that to her.

His fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and ripped them from her body. She gasped into his mouth, and he grinned in satisfaction. This was the most emotion and reaction he had seen from her in weeks.

Jake kissed a blazing trail of hot wet caresses across her jaw and down the slope of her neck with his lips, roughly pushing aside the cups of her cotton bra and taking her pert, pink nipple into his mouth.

"Jake," she panted, threading her fingers through his short hair and tugging hard, "Jake, Jake... stop."

He stopped immediately, looking up at her with worried ebony eyes. She smiled, pulling him back up to her lips and kissing him sweetly. She bit her lip, her eyes dark and searching. Bella swallowed hard, unsure of exactly how to ask for what she really wanted.

"Jake... please..." she whispered, a bright pink blush coloring her cheeks.

"Are you sure?" he asked, praying to the spirits and god and any other higher power that she was. She nodded, and he stood up, pushing down his shorts swiftly.

Bella barely had time to take in his massive erection before he was back on top of her. He hooked a leg over his elbow; his large hands gripped her ass, pulling her to him as he slowly slid just the tip inside her tight folds.

He bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying desperately not to just push into her hard and fast. Bella's eyes fluttered closed. He could hear her racing heart as it beat a steady rhythm in her chest. He slid inside slowly, easily—like he was made to fuck her and only her.

"Jake." She let out a breathy moan as he pushed all the way in, and his head fell to the crook of her neck.

"I want you, Bella," he murmured against her salty skin as he slid out and thrust back in. "I'll always want you."

Bella's hands slipped down from his broad shoulders to his bulging biceps and curling around the muscles, her nails digging into his tan flesh. He lifted his head and captured her lips in a lingering deep kiss. It held a promise. A promise she wasn't sure if he could keep, but that she desperately needed to believe, to cling to.

"Tell me you understand, Bella. Tell me you want me too. Tell me you're mine," he whispered against her lips, kissing her before she could answer. He sped up his thrusts, harder, faster, deeper. She was moaning; he was just barely hanging on with gritted teeth.

"I'm yours!" she finally screamed as she came apart, shattering in his arms like broken glass. She was trembling, her inner thighs shaking as he pulled out and came onto her full breasts. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

He grabbed a shirt to clean her off, leaning down as he did so to kiss her soft, swollen lips. He lay down on the bed next to her, pulling her into his chest and whispering in her hair.

"I love you, Bella. Please—" His voice broke, and two wet tears fell against her shoulder before he finished in a broken sob. "—Stay. I want you to stay. I need you to stay."

Her throat was tight, and she wanted to believe him, to not let what Edward had done cut her so much that it hurt Jake in the process. It was in that moment she decided she would try. She pressed her lips to his cheek, murmuring in his ear, "I want you too."

A/N: Thanks to jkane180 (world's best beta), and to wordslinger, (my evil twin) and whom this story was written for.

Lost Time By 82c10akaLynn

Title: Lost Time
Author: 82c10akaLynn
V Rating: LS18+
Beta'd by: KikiLahote
Word count: 4,686



Bella sat on the squeaky plastic air mattress frustrated and sad-much like she had done for the last five days of her summer break. She was at the Black’s house in her best friend Rachel’s room listening to Rachel sob from the heartbreak caused by her long-time boyfriend Paul. Two days before graduation Paul had called Rachel and told her that their four-year relationship was over; that it was getting too serious and he really just wanted to take a break. Just as Bella had suspected, Rachel was broken and pissed off by the news and the only thing that was keeping her from slipping into depression, or from slipping into the darkness to kill Paul, was Bella. At least that’s what Billy had told Charlie when he thought no one was listening.

It didn’t really help matters that Rachel’s twin sister was no longer there for her. She had met a guy while on spring break in Hawaii and never came back. She was eighteen after all, and only had two credits left to graduate, so she opted for finishing high school there and really hadn’t ever looked back-or called for that matter. Rachel had been a mess since March, and Paul breaking up with her in May, only months before the two were meant to go to U-Dub in Seattle, had left her completely lost.

As Bella sat holding her best friend who cried into her shoulder, she couldn’t help but wonder just what the hell Paul had been thinking. These two were connected at the hip-literally-since freshman year and everyone knew Rachel had meant everything to Paul. Sure, he was a bad boy with a short temper and got in trouble a lot. Her dad had actually held him in the Forks jail for a night or two at some point, but Paul had never ever done anything to hurt Rachel,. If anything the two were slightly sickening. Since the break up though, Paul hadn’t really been seen by many on the rez, Bella had caught a glimpse of him running along the edge of the woods shirtless with Sam Uley and Jared a couple of days ago and just as she had yelled his name, hoping to gain his attention, the three disappeared into the woods like nothing had even happened.

When the hiccuping sobs slowly ebbed Rachel lifted her head and gave Bella a shy smile, feverishly rubbing the tears away, trying to prevent them from streaking down her face. Bella just smiled back at her and patted her back in the most comforting manner she could. She wanted to tell her friend that it was going to be OK, that Paul would come to his senses and that everything would be fine; that it would work out. Just as she opened her mouth to do so there was a pounding on her door and both heads snapped up.

When the door swung open Bella bit her lip to keep from both saying something she really knew she shouldn’t and gasping at the sight of his naked and slightly grease smeared torso. Jacob Black stood holding the door slightly ajar with a smile on his face. Why would he be smiling now, he knew that Rachel was upset?

“Rach, you have a visitor. You want me to let 'em in?”

Once again rubbing the tears away, Bella unwrapped herself from Rachel. With a quick nod of her head Jake backed into the small hall and made his way toward the back of the house. Bella knew he was going to his room, and not long after it was confirmed when she heard the deep bass of a song drifting through the paper thin walls of the house.

Paul slowly slid into the room, his hands limp at his sides, his eyes downcast. He wasn’t wearing a shirt-or shoes for that matter. Rachel’s gasp had his eyes snapping to hers and then they were frozen, looking at each other like nothing else in the world mattered. Bella was looking at Rachel’s face and she could see her friends eyes grow wider and shinier the longer she looked at Paul. Then, slowly, her eyes made their way from his eyes down his body. When Rachel’s eyes stopped again Bella couldn’t help but look at what Rachel was looking at; her mouth had dropped open. Paul’s stomach was so tight she could count the new eight pack that he was sporting. She shook her head to break the spell his naked gleaming torso had on her and her eyes shot back to her friend. In the mean time, Rachel’s eyes had slid lower and Bella knew now what they were fixed on. She didn’t dare look.

Then, Rachel’s cheeks flushed red, not from embarrassment but from anger. Bella could tell because her eyes had turned into slits and her jaw was locked tight. Without a word she shot up from the air mattress and shoved Paul in the chest, screaming at him to get out. When Rachel went to shove at him again he caught her wrists in his large hands and pulled her into his chest, growling. If Bella wasn’t mistaken, Paul had grown taller in the few weeks since she had seen him. His cheek was resting on the top of Rachel’s head as she sobbed into his chest. She couldn’t make out what her friend was saying, but apparently Paul could. His hands slowly wrapped around her and when they came to a halt the one hand that Bella could see was wrapped all the way around Rachel and was resting just below her breast, his thumb rubbing tight circles there.

“Babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I never wanted to break up I don’t…. I just… Rach, I love you.”

A strangled sob made its way out of Rachel’s mouth and she sobbed harder. Paul clutched her tighter, kissing her head now. “I’m so fucking stupid, I don’t… god I shouldn’t have cared what he said, Rach. I shouldn’t… fuck… you can’t hate me Rach, you’re my everything.”

Bella could see Rachel’s head bob up and down in agreement to everything. He was pulling her head from his chest. Bella could see that Rachel’s anger was back and she was trying to untangle herself from Paul’s grip, but he wasn’t having it. Bella smiled at that. She knew that Paul was head over heals when it came to Rachel. The reason for the break up was still unclear, but Rachel wanted the explanation that in Bella’s mind she rightfully deserved. Drawing her head back into Paul’s chest she rubbed her nose across it which caused him to chuckle and then sigh. Bella could see Paul’s muscles relax and he almost slumped into her.

“We need to talk.” Rachel mumbled into his bare chest.

“I know.”

“Now, Paul we need to talk now. I’ve felt like I’ve been drowning since your call.” Rachel spat the words with venom.

Bella and Rachel both gasped when a growl ripped from Paul’s throat. Backing away with wide eyes, Rachel bumped into the mattress and fell onto it causing them both to bounce up and down until it settled. The girls looked at Paul,. As he walked forward, his entire body shaking, he squatted down in front of Rachel. Putting his hands on her knees, he lowered his head and took in a deep breath. When he looked back up at Rachel his eyes were black and fierce, they could see the anger in them.

“I will never hurt you like that again Rach, I was stupid to think that I could even live one second without you, stupid to let someone tell me not to see you. It won’t happen again. I’m not going anywhere ever again. Ever.” he snarled while gripping her knees.

“Who told you not to see me, Paul? Why would you listen to them if you loved me so much?”

“I can’t tell you right now, Rach but I will; you’ll know when the time is right.”

Bella could see Rachel grab the worn sheet that was thrown over the mattress, her knuckles turning white. As Bella’s eyes traveled up her friends arm she could see that her biceps were tight and her chest was heaving. When she got to her face, Rachel’s lips were once again in a tight line, “Leave.” Rachel spat while pushing at Paul’s hands which were still clenching her knees.

Bella could see the grip on Rachel’s knees tighten further and then she could see her friend wince slightly. Just then Paul blew out a hard breath and dropped his hands.

“I’m not leaving.”

“I said leave!” Rachel shouted, pointing to the door.

“NO!” Paul roared back, jumping to his feet.

Rachel jumped to her feet and shoved at his chest. He didn’t move an inch while Rachel tried to push and shove at his chest.

“Get out, get out, get out, I don’t want you here! If you can’t be honest with me I don’t want you!”

Paul grabbed Rachel’s arms and jerked her forward, her body slamming into his naked chest. His lips crashed to hers and she moaned. Bella thought Paul was going dropping his grip on Rachel’s arms, but then his hands roughly made their way down her body and then to her butt. With a squeeze and a pull Rachel’s legs were wrapping around his waist. Paul turned to the side and slammed Rachel into the wall, running his hands all over her body.

Bella couldn’t look away ,although she knew that she should. Paul was trying to rip Rachel’s shirt off and she was clutching his short cropped hair in return. Bella watched as he detached his lips from Rachel’s and then his mouth slowly started working down her neck and across her collarbone, when he pulled her shirt down further and began kissing and licking down her chest her eyes popped open and that’s when she noticed Bella slowly trying to make her way across the room to the door.

Rachel stilled and squeaked out in surprise at her friend who was now frozen stock-still in the room. Paul must have noticed, because he followed Rachel’s eyes to Bella. He didn’t look embarrassed at all for what had just happened; he looked smug if anything. “Sorry,” was all he said before turning his head back to Rachel who was still wrapped around him. Bella saw him push his hips forward, heard the small groan out of Rachel and then he was walking out of the room, Rachel still wrapped around his waist.

When Bella heard the front door slam she flopped back onto the air mattress. Her body was nearly on fire, she had never seen anything like that before. The closest Bella had gotten to that was the cold hands on her face and the frantic kiss that Edward Cullen had dropped onto her lips before he pulled himself away almost looking like he had gotten socked in the gut. Bella suddenly found herself jealous of her friend. She knew that Rachel and Paul had sex, she had known since the night Rachel called her giddy with excitement after the freshman formal.

But she had never witnessed anything so intense between the two. Sure there were the ass grabs from Paul and the butt slaps from Rachel, a tickle match here and there that may have gotten a little heated, but nothing compared to Paul’s gleaming nearly naked body pressing the body of her best friend against the wall, openly devouring her like the last piece of steak on his dinner plate. It was hot, and Bella couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It didn’t really help that she could still hear Rachel’s groans through the open window that was blowing the curtains into the room. Apparently Paul and Rachel hadn’t gotten too far before he decided that he couldn’t wait. She could hear them like they were right outside the window and the more the two groaned, moaned-and now grunted-Bella felt her body once again start to heat up and even tingle just a little. The noises they were making were seducing her. Enticing her to do something that she never dared do anywhere but behind her locked bedroom door.

She could hear Paul whisper yell that Rachel had too many clothes on, and Rachel tell him to just take them off already. When Bella heard a rip and another moan slip from her friend’s lips she laid back on the air mattress. Bella’s eyes were wide, and as she continued to listen she found herself slowly scooting further back on the mattress nearer to the window. When she heard them both moan at the same time the hand that was laying on her stomach twitched and she didn’t stop it when she felt it slowly making it’s way down into her loose and tattered pajama bottoms. Just as her fingers met top of her soft curls she heard their skin slap together. Bella's breath caught at the sound and her hand slipped further down.

The more they moaned, the more their skin slapped together, the faster Bella felt her finger working that oh so precious spot between her legs. She was biting her lip with fervor, fighting to keep her own moans silent. As she could feel the tingle in her lower belly start, her index finger was replaced by her thumb as one of her fingers slipped in between her now wet folds. She pumped her finger in and out as she focused once again on the slapping skin right outside the window.

Just when Bella’s toes began to curl she felt two hot hands on her hips and she jerked up in surprise, her orgasm forgotten as she let out a squeak of surprise.

His eyes were boring into hers. His face not far from hers, now that she was sitting up. His hands were still on her hips, but he slowly began working them down so his thumbs were hooking into the top hem of her pants.

When he slowly started to pull them down she gasped out in surprise, but the feeling of the side of his thumbs just touching her hips had her heart hammering in her chest. When he gave a quick jerk Bella’s hips rose off the air mattress on their own accord. His thumbs, still hooked into the top of her pants, slowly traced down her outer thigh, knee and then calves as the pants followed. When he got them down far enough he just ripped them off. Slowly then, he lifted his body to hover over hers. He was taller than her, her eyes were straight in line with his chest. When his hips dropped in between her legs and his erection rubbed into her wet aching core, her head fell back onto the air mattress. More of his weight fell onto her body as he raised one hand out and she could hear the slow scraping of wood. He was closing the window. The slapping noises, long since forgotten, were louder now, more frenzied, but the lower the window got the more muffled they became. When the window finally slid completely closed, Bella couldn't hear them anymore. Then he jerked his hips forward, grinding his erection into her center once again, causing her to moan just like she had heard her friend do just moments ago. It was deep and throaty and Bella was surprised that the sound had come from her.

It was then that his body slowly started to slide down her own; his naked, hot chest pulled at the front of her tank top. There was no room between them when she felt the heat of his body touching that spot on her stomach that was bare between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her underwear. She arched her back just to feel more of it. Then his chest was touching her there and then his mouth was on that sliver of skin slowly working from one side to the other, open-mouthed kisses placed along that skin. His teeth nipped at her bellybutton causing her to whimper and the muscles of her lower abs to jump. When his lips met the side of her stomach they slowly made their way to the other side and then his eyes met hers asking, but not really caring if she wanted him to continue. He couldn’t stop now, he had wanted this for to long. His bottom lip met the white cotton fabric of her bikini underwear. As he stared into her eyes, he kissed the fabric and the ever so slowly he began kissing his way back to the middle. He could see her eyes grow wider the closer he got to that little yellow bow in the center of her panties that was just calling to him. When he got there he opened his mouth just enough for the bow to slip between his teeth. He then bit down on it and pulled back, Bella could see right down to her dark brown curls. When his mouth opened the band snapped back against her stomach causing her to moan. He then slowly worked his way to the other side. He dropped a hot kiss to her left hip bone before lowering his body once more.

Bella’s eyes grew wide; if he swept across her again he would be right over the wet spot she knew was bound to be there from her earlier activities. His eyes still hadn’t left hers and when he slowly began making his way back across her, now at her pelvic bone, she brought herself up onto her elbows. “Jake?” she asked.

He stilled and rose to his knees, his eyes still on hers, rocking forward. His chest was hovering over her lower belly, “I have never wanted anything more in my entire life, Bells,”


He could see the question in her eyes. He didn’t blame her; the way that he had treated her these last six years, there was no wonder it was there.

When he was eleven and Bella was twelve they were best friends, they had been since they were little enough to eat mud pies together. That summer, Quil and Embry wouldn’t stop making fun of Jake for having a girl as a best friend. There was no one else he wanted as a best friend, though and to be honest he was starting to have strange feelings for Bella. After Embry and Quil had caught Bella and Jake dancing to a slow song in the worn-down garage, they wouldn’t let him live it down. It was a constant nagging for weeks, and when Bella had gotten home from attending her mother and Phil’s wedding in Arizona; the reason for the slow dancing, he told Bella that she was a stupid girl, and that he was a guy, and that he could never be friends with her again, that he didn’t want to, and that she just couldn’t do the guy things that he and his other friends could do.

He remembered her crying as she ran away, he remembered hitting the wall of the garage for hurting her, but most of all he remembered that when she came back with Charlie she never spoke a word to him, and it hurt. He knew it was his fault, but his pride and his now two best friends got in the way. The more Bella came over to hang out with Rachel and didn’t speak to him, the more she was in his house not even looking in his direction, the angrier he got. So he began to be mean to her. He would push her in the mud, call her names, and dump water on her because the other boys thought it was funny. He just wanted her to say something to him, even if it meant she was screaming at him. Bella would just cry or slink away and his sister would make him pay later.

As the years grew on the mean acts dropped off and he overall ignored her as much as she would him. He would shoot glares in her direction when he knew she was looking, but when she wasn’t he couldn’t stop looking at her. How much she had grown, how beautiful she had gotten. When he answered the phone and she was on the other line he found himself being nasty to her, but the yearning was still there, he just wanted his Bells back. Deep down he knew he had messed it up, and it didn’t help things when Embry and Quil hit on her when they would all end up at the Black’s together. The idiots, it was all their fault that he and Bella were the way they were now.

Jake kissed the side of Bella’s cheek, almost near the corner of her mouth, before he lowered himself back down between her legs. Instead of starting back over to the side he brushed his mouth over her mound. She could see the intensity of his eyes as he did so; his lingering lips set her skin ablaze through the soft cotton of her panties. Without removing his mouth, the hand that was on the side of her knee slowly slid up her thigh. Bella could feel his finger moving in small circles right beside the top of her underwear. When his index finger slipped under the band she sucked in a breath. His eyes still on hers, his lips still on her covered mound, ever so slowly he began running his finger down the V of her panties while pulling them to the side.

The lower his fingers got the more he pulled the fabric. When tips of his fingers touched the skin just above her mound she could see the fabric bunching around his lips, but they weren’t moving. His breath grew hotter as his finger made the slow journey downward. He stilled for a second before he let the pads of his fingers run over the very top of her lips, then he pushed and it made contact with her swollen nub. “Jake,” it was whispered on an exhaled breath she hadn‘t realized she was holding. His finger rubbed down and then back up again, making contact with the swollen nub, and her body shuddered. When his finger made contact the forth time Bella’s entire body jerked. Then she felt the fabric quickly pulled all the way to the side and his hot, wet lips met her wet folds. Her eyes were still locked on his, but what he did next was in slow motion; his tongue darted out parting her lips, and then flicked the nub that he had just been teasing with his finger.

“Oh my god,” Bella moaned out as her head fell back between her shoulder blades. This was the best feeling in the world. No one had ever touched her here but her, and even then it wasn’t something that Bella had done that often, but it didn’t even compare to what she was feeling now.

She could feel his tongue dart out a couple more times, then circle her nub. With her head thrown back, her mouth had popped open. She was taking in the feeling of it all when it stopped suddenly. Her head snapped forward to see Jake’s blazing eyes on hers once again; when he drew his face away from her mound enough to speak she could see his lips already glistening with her juices. “Bells, watch me.”

She didn’t have to do anything before his tongue darted out and flicked her again, his right hand still holding her panties off to the side. She watched intently as his tongue darted in and out, flicking her. She watched as it passed his lips and swirled around. His head was moving from side to side and then sliding up and down her mound, his tongue getting closer and closer to just where she wanted it, but was afraid for it to go.

She felt the stubble of his chin lowering and then his tongue dipped into her tight walls and she fisted the sheets as her hips jerked off the bed. Her head fell back only long enough to feel his tongue start its escape and then she forced it back up so her eyes could meet his. She could feel as he smiled against her and then his tongue darted back in. When her hips jerked up again, the thumb that was holding the panties to the side dug into her and the rest of his fingers flattened across her hips. His hand was so big that his fingers were touching her lower belly. It was then she realized the pressure he was using was holding her there as he allowed his tongue to dip in and out of her deeper each time. Bella wanted so badly to thrash around in the bed and throw her head back in ecstasy, but she knew that if her eyes left his he would stop and she really didn’t want him to stop.

She simply spread her legs a little further. The more he worked, she felt her stomach jumping up and down. Her fingers were digging through the sheet and into her palms, her legs were shaking, her body felt like it was going to give out, yet explode at the same time. When the tingle started up in her lower belly it was like he knew, and his tongue began thrusting faster and deeper, if at all possible, in and out of her body. His other thumb was working her nub. She was close so close. She let out a whimper just to let him know what he was doing to her.

It was then she saw his other hand begin to move down as his face began to move up. She whimpered at the loss of his tongue in her body, but cried out when a hot finger was pressed where his tongue had been, and his tongue were that finger had been. His tongue was lapping at her now. He was barely blinking, her chest was heaving, she felt like she was having a seizure because of how bad the rest of her was shaking. She could feel him turn his hand and then curl his finger and-oh god-he hit something.

“Again” was all she was able to manage and his eyes seemed to shine, so he did it again over and over push in, curl and pull out. When she was on the very brink, she felt another finger push in and then all she saw was bright white splotches in her vision. She knew her eyes were still open, yet the only things she could see was white. The tingling sensation that was rushing through her body made her wonder if this is what it felt like to do drugs. She could feel her walls clenching around his fingers as they slowed, but were still pumping in and out of her. His tongue was no longer working, but was just hovering over her wet, overly sensitive mound; hot puffs of his warm breath caressed her naked skin causing little spasms to rock through her. Bella could have been embarrassed by the scream of Jake’s name that escaped her the moment her body gave in, she could have been embarrassed that her hands had let go of the sheets and shot to his short hair, she could have been embarrassed that this was Jacob Black, the guy that had broken her tiny heart all those years ago, but instead Bella was happy.

When his fingers slowly slipped from her body and his breath slowly left her skin, she whimpered at the loss. One word echoed in her mind as she felt his body slowly slide up hers.

More.