This story will eventually involve all the Cullens. No couples are permanently broken up, they just learn to... experiment. ;)

Also, I haven't yet settled on a Beta for this story, so if you are interested, please send me a message. I'd really appreciate it, as I'm still fairly new to fanfiction and might need some help with this story.

Warnings: Lemons & Bad Language, Rated M

I hope you like it!


"Not here, Jake."

"Why not?" he asked with a smirk. "It's our room."

I was trying to think clearly, which was a task Jake wasn't making any easier as he nipped at the skin right below my ear.

"Rosalie and Emmett… in the next room," I breathed.

Jacob cocked his head and remained silent. The moans could clearly be heard through the thick walls. With a laugh, Jake said: "I'm pretty sure they won't mind," before returning his attention to my neck.

My breath started hitching as I felt my brain slowing and my body accelerating. I pulled his face into mine and stared at his eyes with blistering love before crashing our lips together. I let out a surprised yelp as he pushed me down forcefully not onto the bed, but onto the armchair. I unbuttoned his shirt and traced his chest with my hands before letting one slide down to his bum.

The heat emanating from him had me entirely flushed, and I was a pulsing being entirely at his mercy. His hands seemed to roam everywhere at once without ever stopping anywhere, like incessant butterfly caresses.


"Oh my GOD!"

Rose was out of control. Her body was spasming into and away from me. Her hips twisted this way and that, yearning for the contact I refused to offer. With a smile, I let out another breath against her pussy. She quivered and her chest heaved.

I looked up at her. Her hair was flying everywhere, creating a halo of golden bliss around her head. Her eyes were fluttering. As my hand stroked her most sensitive spot, she struggled for the breath she had no use for. She was savage.

I loved it.

As I worked my fingers harder against her clit, and my tongue went farther into her, her moans of pleasure suddenly formed into words.

"Emmett, I'm... so close. Please…"

I smiled wickedly and immediately ceased any contact I held with her body. I looked up at her from my current position with innocent eyes… well, as innocent as they can be when in my situation.

She was seriously pissed at me. "Oh no, you don't, mister!" she screamed.

With that, she grabbed me by my tousled hair and shoved me up against the wall. The wall trembled but didn't crumble. Her teeth were biting my earlobe as she murmured something in a lustful slur.

"Emmett, if you don't fuck me right now, you're not coming for a week, I swear."

I didn't need the threat as an incentive to thrust hard into her for the first time that night.


Jacob was everywhere.

His heat never failed to overwhelm me. He was moving within me and I just couldn't get enough. I pulled him closer, using all my strength. We were so close I felt like we would merge.

His eyes were unseeing pools of ecstasy. Finally they focused on me. A hand pulled my head to his and our lips collided again, more forcefully this time. My mind was spinning and he was leaving human speed behind as he thrust faster and deeper. I was moaning against his lips while he ravaged mine blindly.

I felt a sharp pain on my bottom lip. I thought I heard a quick "sorry" as Jake attacked my neck instead. I could feel blood making it's way down my face but in the next second I was too absorbed with what Jake's fingers were doing to my clit.

I bucked against him, rubbing my hard nipples against his chest. My cries sounded almost pained.


Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My back crashed against the wall. My leg was on his shoulder. Hands on hips. Fingers, nipples. Ice-cold lust. Pleasure, Sex, Hot.

He was thrusting so hard. And yet: "Faster, Emmett! Fuck me harder!"

I was an animal. I was the vampire I fought every day.

His hands left burning cold trails along my sides and my nipples. My nails scraped at his back and his neck. I was whispering obscenities into his ears as his tempo and speed kept increasing. My feet left the floor for seconds at a time. Emmett was shouting my name until I shut him up with a kiss.

Our tongues connected, fought. It was with want that I drew him closer to me, with lust that my tongue traced his jaw line, with greed that I nipped at his neck. My nails scraped down his neck past his shoulders until he caught my hands in one of his and pinned them above me to the wall. He bent down and ravaged my neck.

He lifted my second leg onto his shoulder, keeping a firm grip on my hands. There wasn't a part of me that he didn't control at that moment. No part of me that wasn't his.

His hand let go of mine, and my upper body fell. I held my hands out to the floor. Emmett didn't stop. I was now in a sort of smutty handstand – my legs were still thrown over his shoulders and I was completely upside down. The extra depth this gave Emmett was unbelievable. "Fuck!" I screamed. From then on my exclamations turned to unintelligible moans of pure ecstasy.

My boobs were pressed against the wall, but the pressure was more exciting than uncomfortable. When Emmett hit my g-spot I grew close to another orgasm.

It was then that we smelt it. The painfully sweet odour made its way into me, leaving a burning trail along the way. The fire burnt away any moisture, and I was thirsty. I was thirstier than I'd ever been before. I would do anything to get to the scent, to take its source into me. I needed it. It was a compulsion.

A part of my brain was aware that Emmett had lifted me back upright. "Rose, look at me." He had a strong grip on my face, but I could escape him if I wanted. And boy, did I. "Rose, calm down. Focus." I looked at him, amazed, but his jaw was taut, his hands trembled against my face. He was just as shaky as me.

I could do it. I could keep going. Screwing Emmett had been fun, right? More than fun. And there, he was doing it again. Oh, but it felt good. He had a slow rhythm going now, and he was holding me firmly in his arms as he kept screwing me against the wall. I stopped thinking and gave myself up to him again.

All the sensations came crashing back into my head. The slight pain, the friction and most of all the pleasure. It was a blur as I single-mindedly fixed on that orgasm I was so desperate for.

"Rose, I'm so fucking close. Come with me babe."

And I let go. Everything disappeared into a cloud of pure ecstasy and…

"Blood." I breathed as we both climaxed and Emmett drove us through the wall.


There you go, hoped you liked it. Thought I'd end on a bit of a cliffhanger for now. Please leave me a comment if you have something to say, or just feel like brightening my day a little. Constructive criticism is of course always welcome and will be taken into consideration.