The New Treaty – Excerpt 1
Edward guided Bella backwards and onto the bed. Visions danced in her head… Was she really going to finally be with him? While his resistance to her was a greater show of love and devotion, she dreamed of feeling love the way mortals do. At the same time, she was overwhelmed with contradiction. What about Jacob and her feelings for him? Certainly, Edward was her true love, but Jacob was her truest friend. Would her fornication with the wondrous vampire be the silver bullet to Jacob's heart, loyalty, and friendship?
But as these opposite emotions swirled in her head, she was brought back to reality by Edward's cold lips kissing her neck below the ear. His hands rubbed her body with a rigorous calmness, touching her too gently, but with great tension as it was evident he could crush her if he forgot his strength for a split second. His left hand cupped her right breast and squeezed, a little too hard, and then released to a perfect pressure. As his right hand felt its way down her back, it paused to admire the curvature and female beauty of dimples at the top of her waistline, in the small of her back.
She gasped and shuddered as Edward moved further down and gripped her left butt cheek, all while still fondling her soft, yet perky boob. Her nipples hardened, and as he slipped his tongue along her collarbone, she felt moist in her pants. Her heart was beating faster and she breathed heavier as she returned kisses along any part of his strong, cold frame that she could reach. Her vagina throbbed as blood pumped into it. She anticipated what was going to happen as he easily picked her up to lay her on the bed.
He placed her on the bed, and as he drew back, Bella's hand grazed down the front of his hard chest, hard stomach, and hard cock. She was drunk with euphoria and ready for Edward to ravage her body.
SLAM!!! A large thud came from the opposite of the room. Jacob burst in growling and snarling. His eyes were ablaze with intensity. Just like a canine, he was able to smell the pheromones pulsing through the air, and Bella was his dog in heat. Bella jumped and her eyes welled up with tears – more a reaction, than emotion. In a fleeting moment, somewhere in her conscious, she was surprised she had not fainted. Edward, with a fierce quickness turned to face Jacob and shield Bella from any danger that Jacob could unleash.
For the briefest instance, his body posture changed and his shoulders slumped while his head hung low. He had not expected to find Bella willingly giving herself to the bloodsucker. And it was apparent, she was not submitting, but longing to be penetrated; longing to be pleased the way she had envisioned in countless masturbatory sessions.
As quickly as his innate behavioral response to Bella's smell surrendered to his more human disappointment and heartbreak, the human in him was dominated by the werewolf. His tall, strong frame straightened up in that split second, and he became enraged, the way only these supposed mythical creatures could.
"You fucking leech! Get away from her you bastard!''
His words roared forth like a freight train. His voice was booming and split between numerous octaves all at once.
Edward, somehow stood even taller and expanded. "Go home, animal. You obviously weren't invited."
Edward was much calmer, but his confidence shined like his skin in the sunlight.
Jacob rocked toward him, almost giving into his urges to attack, but he was able to refrain. Bella wondered if it was out of respect for her house, or out of concern for her being torn to shreds. She would certainly be collateral damage if they were to commence battle in her bedroom.
Whatever the case, Edward seemed to slightly stand down. Bella felt a bit of security, assuming he had read Jacob's mind and was assured that he would not charge him.
"She doesn't want you – she wants me, bloodsucker. You left her alone while she was being hunted. How could she ever want you?!"
Bella watched on as Edward and Jacob continued arguing. Her original shock had retraced, and she found that she was even more physically excited. She felt warm between her legs. She watched them both, intense in their argument, while clenching her thighs together, and rotating her hips toward the ceiling. Her eyes could not decide who to focus on. They bounced back and forth from one to the other. Her mind conjured up familiar scenarios that she had imagined many times while bringing herself to orgasm.
Her crotch was wet and tingling. She was so lost in the moment that she had not realized she was bucking her hips back and forth, trying to create as much friction as possible around her swollen clit. Her soul mate, the vampire, and her best friend, the werewolf didn't even notice her. She could not decipher the words they had yelled in the past few minutes, when Jacob's sudden stance change snapped her back into reality.
Bella jumped up from the bed to the left of Edward. Her right shoulder and hip grazed his left side as he stood like a brick wall. In that moment, she was certain she would hit the floor. Both of the young men in the blink of an eye simultaneously grabbed her before her descent. They both placed her steadily on her two feet.
Bella noticed that Jacob's forearm was touching Edward's hand as they released her. She wondered if the expression on his face was due to his astonishment at Edward's cold, glorious, hand.
For the first time, the tension in the air had dissipated. They had both forgotten their hatred, as they reacted the same for the one thing they had in common; their love for Bella.
When she had originally and acrobatically leaped from the bed, Bella was not even sure what she was going to say or do. Now she had a starting point.
"This has to stop! I cannot handle this anymore." The tears streamed down her face. She was standing by the door. The doorknob had knocked a hole in the sheetrock. Edward and Jacob turned toward her, as she yelled. She couldn't match one tenth of their volume, but the passion was equaled. They were standing side by side, shoulder to shoulder. Bella noticed there had to be less than a foot between them. Even more noticeable was the calmness in the air around them.
"You two can have your traditions and have your unnatural hate for each other, but not around me… and not on my turf." Her bravado impressed everyone in the room, including herself. "I won't have it that way. You both love me, you say. Well, you need to either love all of me, or leave me be because the torture you guys cause me is worse than being dead." Edward opened his mouth to interject.
Bella raised her index finger to him, "Shut up. I don't care how old you really are… it's my turn." Without his head moving, Jacob's eyes shifted toward Edward and Bella ignored his hint of a smirk.
Bella now realized she had their attention and her tone was still strong, but not as crazed. "Like I was saying, you must love all of me. That means you need to accept who I love. Jacob, do you love me?"
"What do you think? Of course I do," he spoke with reluctance. He was sure he loved her, more than anything in the world. But being put on the spot made him awkward like a boy in a man's, or a werewolf's, body.
"Edward Cullen – Do you love me?" She now was enjoying her position of power. This was something completely foreign to her.
"Bella, I love you more than words can say. I would do anything to prove it to you. Look…"
Bella interrupted, "Great. That is exactly what I was hoping you would say."
Edward put his hands behind him and rocked back on his heels. Jacob put his hands on his hips and turned toward Edward. Edward looked at him. She wasn't sure, but their gaze spoke volumes. In those few seconds that they looked each other straight in the eye, she was sure they had made a new treaty.
All the animosity was gone, as if it never existed. Bella watched in anticipation, her lungs filled with air and her mouth slightly open. Edward extended his right hand, a very human thing to do. Jacob smiled and went to shake his hand. Bella was so overcome with excitement. She ran the two steps forward and leapt in between them throwing an arm around each of their necks. As to be expected, the two beautiful monsters in her life did not budge. They shook hands as they both grasped her around her waist in a group hug.