"I hate you," I snarled as I pushed the vampire down on the bed, covering his mouth with mine, stifling any response. Of course, the bloodsucker managed a chuckle; I knew he knew I was lying. After all, Edward could see right into my head.
He pushed me away, obviously wanting to get a word in, grabbing my arm in his icy, vise-like grip. "I absolutely loathe you too, Jacob Black," Edward replied, peeling away his fingers one by one. I watched the bruises he left on my arm heal swiftly and efficiently; I barely felt more than a twinge. The vampire noted this as well, and he went on. "But I do love not having to hold back." I narrowed my eyes as I thought of when he would have to hold back, when every move of his would be shadowed by caution. Did he ever hurt Bella like this?
Quick as a flash, he rolled us over on the bed, so quickly I almost didn't notice. I gasped in surprise as he licked at my neck, and I canted my hips up to meet his almost against my will. "Careful, there," I panted as I felt his teeth graze at my collarbone. "I don't think this world is ready to take on a werewolf-vampire hybrid just yet."
His bronze hair tickled my nose and the scent of it burned all the way up my nose and down my throat. The smell was entirely unpleasant and I wrinkled my nose, trying to make the stinging go away.
He must have heard what I was thinking, because he lifted his head up and looked me in the eyes. "But don't you like danger, Jacob?" he said smoothly, deliberately blowing a breath of air into my mouth. Again, it burned all the way down, and I struggled for breath until it faded.
"I hate you and I hate your face," I said resolutely, and I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, hard, dragging his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and tried not to inhale, and I tried not to think about who I was kissing, or who I would be disappointing if they knew what I was doing.
I arched my back as he ghosted his icy hands over my torso, shivering as he left a trail of goose bumps wherever he touched. I couldn't remember the last time I shivered from the cold, or anything else.
His thumb caught my nipple and my hips jerked involuntarily. I opened my eyes and the goddamned bloodsucker was grinning so smugly, I wanted to slap the smile off of his face. He swiped his finger over my nipple again and I groaned, closing my eyes and giving in.
"You don't hate me much anymore, do you, dog?" Edward said quietly, the movements of his hips matching mine. "You don't care anymore. You don't care about what I am, or how I smell. You don't care about anything but this," the vampire whispered, emphasizing his last point with a hard thrust.
"I hate your voice," I groaned. "Shut up, shut up, shut up," I went on, my words growing increasingly unsteady. I slid my hand down his back and realized he still had most of his clothes on. "I hate your clothes, too. Can we get them off now?"
"Sure," Edward laughed darkly, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. "After all, we don't want you humping my leg like a dog, do we?"
