A/N: I do not own anything Stephanie Meyer does.

I wrote this chapter a couple of months ago.

I was suppose to post it after I finished my first story, but decided to post it now, while I wait for the chapter from my other story to be beta'd.

Penname: RI40

Story Title: Poison Ivy – The Seduction

Rating: * NC-17

Thinking that his life needs more a little spicing up, Edward accepts an invitation to join 'Poison Ivy's Lodge'. Be careful watch you wish for… you may get more than you bargain for. A ritual that involves a virgin sacrifice, betrayal, passion and obsession, leaves Dr. Masen and Ms. Swan spinning faster than a spider weaving its web…But is our virgin as innocent as everyone thinks.

Chapter 1 – Initiation

Initiation is a rite of passage ceremony marking entrance or acceptance into a group or society. (Wikipedia)

EPOV

I sat in the back seat of my assigned army-marked vehicle, thinking. I was being driven home by my driver James, as I thought about my life—or lack thereof.

Why do I even bother to go home?

My house was empty. It was and always has been empty. I didn't have a wife, and I gave up searching for one year ago. I remember when my "sister," Charlotte and her "husband," Seth tried to play match maker.

Ha! That went just lovely!

My sister is a music teacher at Forks High School, and set me up on a blind date with her co-worker Lauren.

God, what a disaster!

She never stopped talking. She talked about herself the entire night. I never got a word in, AND she had the guts to say…that her status would increase if she married me, 'being that you are a general in the army'. The instant she said this, I held up my finger and said, "Cheque please."

Then came the other two, who had no brains, and I do mean none. The first was Jessica, a model who spent most of the date looking into the mirror…can you say vain? She couldn't even hold an intellectual conversation. The only thing she could talk about was calories; she counted to the last bite. The date lasted twenty minutes too long, especially after she started to count the calories on my plate. What the Fuck!!!

And the last one that I was tricked into by my sister's husband was the worst of them all; Tricia stared at me like a stalker for the entire night. She did not talk, did not move—nothing. I thought I would have to carry her to the hospital. I did check for her pulse, made sure she was breathing and quickly ended the date. That is why two years ago, I gave up searching.

I am over worked, cranky and in need of sex, but I refuse to have a one-night stand.

So here I am, a thirty-year-old loser, heading home to an empty house, no kids, no wife, and no family. See, I told you. What a loser, right?

I am a General in the United States Army, in command of production and distribution of all weapons for warfare. My speciality is to construct nuclear bomb and missiles. I joined the army at eighteen and worked my butt off to move up the ranks. I lived/ate/slept/drank/studied school, quickly moving through the ranks, where I attained a bachelor's degree in mathematics and a doctoral and master's in bio-defence.

My mind drifted back to my personal life—or lack thereof. I think I am a good catch, so why can't I get a woman? A woman who would look past my rank in the army, the money that I acquired from my father, and one who would just love me for the person that I am.

A knock on my window brought me out of my thoughts.

"Sir, we are at your front gate," my driver said.

I looked through the window and up at my house sigh and said, "Oh thanks James. Stop calling me sir, we are out of the office. Please call me Edward," I teasingly scolded him.

He just laughed and tipped his beret at me. Jumping out of the car, I took my briefcase with my important documents and entered my house to spend another night alone cuddling with my pillows.

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The next morning I was dressed and ready to depart for the mall to complete some Christmas shopping, when I spotted a red envelope on the floor in the entryway of my house.

Strange, why didn't the mailman leave it in my mail box?

Wait, how did the mailman get passed my locked gate?

Curious, I picked up the envelope and examined it. It was blood red with a logo that looked very familiar to me. I wracked my brain as to where I had seen this logo before. Then I remembered—my father used to wear a ring with said logo before he passed away.

He was also in the army and had a PhD in bio-defence. Like father, like son. Opening the envelope, I saw an invitation inside; it stated that I, Edward Masen, was invited to the initiation of Poison Ivy Lodge, on Volturi Drive at fifteen hundred hours. A Lodge—I never thought about joining one before. Looking closely at the invitation, I realised that the date on it was Sunday I had two days to decide if I was interested. Putting that on the back burner for now, I went along with my shopping, getting a necklace for my sister and a fishing rod for my brother-in-law.

By eleven on Sunday morning, I was bored to death. I cleaned the house from top to bottom and washed and folded all my clothes. I was pacing the living-room, with the invitation in hand; it felt like it weighed a ton. I just could not make up my mind, and every second that brought me closer to the said time was frustrating. I felt like pulling my hair out. Irritated, I tossed the invitation onto a nearby table, but the faint noise of paper sliding against wood seemed to echo in the empty space around me. With a sigh, I thought again, like father, like son. What had been good enough for my father had always been good enough for me, right? Maybe I should check out this lodge after all. If nothing else, it would get me out of this house.

I pulled on a white tee, brown levi skinny jeans and my brown wallabies. I jumped into my car, programmed my GPS towards my location and followed the directions to Volturi Drive. It was in the middle of the forest in the back of no where. The house was three stories high, wooden Victorian-era finish and a long winding drive way lead to the underneath structure of the house. I drove under and parked in their underground parking lot. As I exited the car I was greeted by two guys. One was taller than I at 6'7 and the other was shorter than me at about 5'11. The tall guy was also huge with curly dark brown hair and brown eyes while the other guy had a smaller frame than me with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Hello, Edward, I am Emmett Swan, and this is Jasper Hale. We will take you upstairs to Poison Ivy," the huge guy named Emmett said.

Okay……that is strange. How did they know I was here? How did they even know that I was coming?

Curiosity got the better of me again. "Sure, but can you tell me more about Poison Ivy?"

"Let's see….well you know Poison Ivy is a lodge." I nodded, "and your father was a lodge man at the age of thirty-five. PI as we call it, represents brotherhood. We are a union of powerful people. In our group you can find doctors, lawyers, pilots and senators. We are always there for our brothers through the good or the bad, we assist each other anyway we can." Sounds like a fraternity, shouldn't be bad, right?

Jasper and Emmett looked me in the eyes, and Jasper said, "Edward, before you walk through these doors, are you in or are you out? Know that once you walk through, you can not leave — there is no turning back."

My heart started to race at the thought of stepping through the double red door. The closer we came to it, the more it felt like a death sentence. The doors were blood red. Who the hell puts doors that colour? I felt as if I was walking into hell, the only thing it was missing was flames around it. "Um, if I am in, what will I face behind those doors?" I asked.

Grinning widely Emmett said "Initiation." I did not like the look on his face—it scared the shit out of me.

"What the hell is this 'initiation'?" I asked, trying to mimic his excitement.

"We can't tell you, but I can tell you that you will love it. Trust me," he slapped my back when he said this. The force he hit my back with sent me stumbling forward. What the hell could this initiation be—that I would love? Something was not sitting right with me about this lodge. I just keep getting a feeling. You know the feeling you get when you are about to make a bad choice? I had to keep repeating to myself—like father, like son. My father was a good man; if he was a member of this "lodge," then it was safe for me to join. "Ok, I am in."

I was blindfolded and led upstairs to a room. In the room I heard people talking.

One guy asked another, "Is this him?"

"Yes," a deep voice replied.

"What's so special about him" the guy before asked, but I heard no reply.

A few minutes later the people in the room started to chant. I could not make out what was being said, it was not French or Spanish, it sounded like an old or made up language.

First, they gave me something to drink, which I refused, but they just shoved the cup to my lips and the liquid down my throat. It tasted like wine, but smelled rusty and salty—I swear there was blood in the cup. After drinking the liquid, I started to feel queasy and my body went numb.

My palm was then cut, with a sharp object. What the Fuck. It could have been a knife, I was not sure. The blood was squeezed out of my hand and onto what I don't know, but what ever it was, was cold as ice. I immediately started to freak the hell out. I didn't come here for this shit. I pulled my hand away turned to leave, reaching for my blindfold to remove it, but was stopped when I ran into a body.

The person said, "Edward, remember once you enter the door you cannot leave."

Oh God, I should have walked with my gun.

Why didn't I take my gun?

I was taken somewhere else and my clothes were removed. I did not make it easy for them to remove my clothing. I put up a hell of a fight. I was held down on the ground by three people. One whispered in my ear, which I realised was Emmett. I started to thrash around, trying to break free, but Emmett and the two others just held me down while the others removed my clothes.

Why the fuck would they need to remove them.

What the hell was this lodge about?

With Emmett and the two guys holding me down, something very hot and seemed to be round was placed against my skin on my upper left arm. As it burnt into my skin, I screamed bloody murder on the top of my lungs and thrash around trying to get away. I could smell my flesh burning.

They picked me off the ground and I was left in the room in a long sleeve robe, still blindfolded. The robe felt incredible against my skin, especially the burnt part. It felt silky and smelled new. I was taken to another room, where I was made to recite what they called their pledge and then the blindfold was removed.

My eyes took some time to adjust to the room. I looked down and saw the robe that I had on; it was the same colour as the envelope. I could not see what was done to my arm because of the long sleeves, I was still in pain and burning, but it was easing up. Looking around at the walls, I saw over-sized portraits of men wearing what appeared to be the same red robe, each with a crown on their head. With shock, I realized that one of the portraits was of my father when he was about my age.

I wonder if he was once their president, leader or king…whatever they call it.

The last portrait on the wall hung directly behind a man who was obviously the portrait's subject and who sat in an elaborate chair at the front of the room. Like in his portrait, he wore the crown and robe. He was tan, with long, black hair pulled back from his face and bright black eyes. He narrowed his eyes at me and started to speak.

"Good morning Edward, and welcome to the Poison Ivy also called PI. We are happy that you decided to join us. I am Jacob Black, the leader. To my left we have Mike, Ben, Tyler, Jasper, Emmett, and Eric," Jacob continued saying, "There are normally eight of us, but Sam Uley died of a heart attack three months ago." Hmm, I wonder if it was the same Sam Uley from my area of work? "However, your initiation is not complete until you are joined with your mate," Jacob finished with a smile.

Mate…What. The. Fuck.

He then continued to talk, "Because Mike and I have not yet chosen mates either, we will be choosing along with you today. However, only one ritual will be performed today after we choose mates—yours. Mike, please bring me the box," he said, his eyes never left mine.

"Ok," was all I could say because I was confused as hell. Jacob put his hand in the box, pulled out a slip of paper, and looked at it. The smile left his face, and his lips were contorted into a frown. Whatever he saw on the paper, he did not like; as he read the name. "Tanya Denali."

Mike smiled, pulled out his paper and looked at his name. His lips turned into a frown when he saw his own selection. He read it aloud, "Leah Clearwater."

Finally, the last name on the paper was read, "Isabella Swan." When the name was called the leader, Jacob huffed and was glaring at me.

What the hell is his problem? I did not even have a clue as to what I was supposed to do with this Isabella.

Swan, I looked over to Emmett who was on my left,"Isabella Swan—is she your sister?" I asked.

"Yes, please don't hurt her," He said, nodding his head softly. What the hell was he talking about?

I wanted to ask what he meant by that, but my thought was cut short when the doors behind us burst open and in walked three beautiful ladies in white robes. One was strawberry blonde about 5'7, but she definitely was not my type. The other one was prettier than the blonde. She was tan with black hair and about 5'5, but something about her did not appeal to me either. The last one was the most beautiful of them all, and I hoped she was Isabella Swan. She was about 5'3 with brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin, but that did not matter because she was still beautiful.

Just then Jacob interrupted my ogling of the women, especially the last one.

"Before we start the initiation, Isabella, I would like you to know that you have a choice. Come with me even though I did not pull your name. Remember our deal," Jacob said, while smiling at the brown-haired girl. At my side, Emmett made a small puff of disagreement. What was that about? The girl that I hoped would be Isabella was.

But what the hell was Jacob talking about that she had a choice?

The most beautiful voice brought me out of my thoughts. It sounded angelic, the hairs on the back of neck stood on the edge. It was Isabella. "I am sorry Jacob, but rules are rules, and if it was meant to be, then you would have picked my name," she said with a nervous smile on her face.

What is she nervous about?

"Isabella," he said threateningly. He stared at her for a while, then he continued, "Fine Isabella, have it your way. You belong to Edward Masen. Let the initiation begin," he said in an angry tone, glaring at me. Emmett pulled me to a table in the middle of the room that was covered in a white silk sheet.

I was surprised when Isabella followed us to the front and then removed her robe, showing her naked body to me and everyone in the room "What. The. Fuck" I said out loud. Everyone ignored me except Isabella, who had her head down, her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink.

"Edward, say 'I do' after I am finished talking," Mike said.

What am I saying 'I do' for? "Ok" was my only response.

He said something in the same language. I recognise one word—union, and the language was Italian, but I did not know much about it.

"I do," I said, very confused, because I did not understand anything before the word 'union' and anything that was said after. The same thing was repeated to Isabella, and she said, "I do" also. Then she got on the table and positioned herself onto her back. Why was she doing that?

While Isabella was doing this, Jacob continued, saying the following words in English that made my heart stop.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Edward you may kiss your bride and consummate your marriage."

What?

"I am not doing that. Married—what the FUCK! When did I agree to this?" By the time I finished my angry shout, Isabella looked frightened.

Mike looked to Isabella and then to Emmett and said "We will leave the two of you to talk some sense into him," while Jacob just glared at me, as Mike was struggling to pull him out of the room. They all left, leaving me with Isabella and Emmett.

"Listen to me. If you don't do this, they will kill you," Isabella pleaded with me.

Shaking my head, I responded to her plea, "I am sorry, but I was brought up to be a gentleman and be respectful to ladies. I can't just take you on a piece of wood, Isabella. I won't."

"You don't have a choice, and it is not a piece of wood; it is a sacrificial table." She was practically begging now, "Please, you have to do this." Emmett stood by watching our interaction with a sad smile. Why was he smiling? I was furious, wasn't this his sister? So I turned to him and unleashed my anger and feeling of stupidity for walking through the door with him at all.

"How can you just sit by and watch some guy fuck your sister?" I asked angrily. Seth would not have gotten away alive with fucking my sister in front of me, especially taking her virginity on a piece of wood.

He stared at me with a sad and hurt expression on his face and said… "I don't have a choice, Edward. You have thirty minutes before they come back in. I suggest you start or they will kill you." And he left.

My body was tense and I was stressed. I loved sex but not in front of people. I didn't even know this girl and now I was married to her. I pinched myself, trying to wake myself up from this nightmare. It did not work, because I was living the nightmare.

My sister, Charlotte, is not going to be happy that she did not get to attend my so-called wedding. Oh, who am I kidding—she is going to kill me.

Sighing for the millionth fucking time, I sat at the edge of the sacrificial table, with my head in my hands, tugging my hair.

How the fuck did I get myself into this shit?

Needed some excitement in my life, I should have kept my boring, loser ass home.

How am I going to get out?

Emmett said I can't leave once I enter the doors—if I try to they would kill me.

So…I am basically fucked.

I sighed again. Isabella came up and started to massage my shoulders, which surprisingly helped me relax.

Either I do this or die they say.

What will it be, Edward?

I turned to Isabella and started to tell her that, "I can't do…" but was cut off by her lips on mine. Her lips were soft, gentle, and hesitant. The feeling of her lips on mine caused me to give in. She tasted like sin and heaven, even though I felt like I was trapped in hell. I snaked my hands around her waist, pulling her to me, deepening the kiss. Taking her bottom lip into my mouth, I started to suck on it, switching to her top lip and then switching back to the bottom. With her bottom lip in my mouth, I slightly opened my mouth and her tongue entered. I was completely hard. I ran one hand up the side of her leg and lightly pushed on her shoulder with the other hand so that she could lie on her back. Her body was softer than the finest silk, and it was pulling me in.

I broke the kiss and trailed kisses along her collarbone. I cannot believe that I am really going to do this. Do I have a choice? I hesitated, rising up to look at her. She was lying on the table with swollen lips and all flushed from our kissing. She looked so beautiful and I was feeling an unexplainable pull towards her. Even with that pull, I still couldn't do it. Isabella looked into my eyes and realised that I was backing out yet again.

"Edward, they would not hesitate to put a bullet in your head. Think about your family, do it for them," Isabella said, looking me straight in the eyes.

Would they really hurt my family?

What kind of fucked-up place is this?

Shaking my head, I leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Isabella, have you ever done this before?" She shook her head signalling no. Shit, she is a virgin. This will hurt her. Why would they do this to her?

Why would she subject herself to this type of treatment?

I placed open mouth kisses up and down her body, and using one finger I trail it up the outlines of her curves. She shivered at the contact. I stopped when I reached her breast, letting my thumb flick her right nipple; it hardened at my touch. I did the same thing to her left. Isabella arched her back off the table, and moaned.

"Oh God,…more, please," she begged. Hearing her moan went straight to my dick, causing it to get harder if it was possible. I smirked, placing kisses around her left breast, I took it into my mouth and began to suck, while slipping a finger inside her opening and began to pump. Within minutes she arched her back, pushed her breast into my chest, and came, crying out my name, "Edward," writhing under me.

God she looked beautiful.

I needed to see her come again and again.

She was flushed and breathing hard, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

"That was, felt…incredible," she said, blushing redder than an apple.

Laughing at her, I said, "You haven't seen nothing yet, babe." I didn't think that she could get redder, but she did at my statement.

Never breaking eye contact with her, I crawled up her body, like a lion ready to pounce on their pray and kissed her, a kiss that she gladly deepened. Breaking the kiss, I groaned, when she opened my robe and stroked my cock with her tiny hand. I needed to stay in control, I said to myself.

I positioned myself above her. I could tell she was nervous by how much she was trembling. To calm her nerves, I leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. I locked my green eyes with her brown ones and started to inch my cock in little by little. She was so tight that I had to pull out and push back in again; I did this several times before I reached her barrier. My eyes were still locked with hers as I leaned forward and started to kiss her, immediately turning into a heated kiss. While kissing her, I pulled back a little and pushed through her barrier. She ripped her mouth from mine and screamed out. I saw the tears forming in her eyes as I remained still.

I leaned down and whispering in her ear, "I am so sorry, beautiful."

I kissed her on her nose and whispered, "Just relax, I won't hurt you."

"This is so embarrassing." she said, looking to her left.

I held her chin, turning her head to look at me, her eyes they showed me straight to her soul. "I am so sorry. Just relax; I will do all the work. Enjoy the ride," I said to her, flashing her, my panty dropping smile.

After a couple of minutes, she nodded her head to let me know that it was okay for me to move and boy did I move. Holding onto her hips I began to thrust into her over and over, going deeper with each thrust as she met me thrust for thrust. It took her a while before she started to respond vocally. She was tight and she was getting wetter with each thrust. I grunted and moaned her name. She moaned and digs her nails into my shoulders.

"Oh, God…it's happening again." she said, as her pussy started to pulse around me. She was close to coming again, so I sped up and brought her to her euphoria. Her muscles started to contract around my length and for the second time I brought her pleasure as she screamed bloody murder.

I was no where near my climax; thank the army for that.

I did not hear when the doors opened and the others filtered back into the room, nor did I care. I was too busy, focused on the goddess lying before me coming down from her high and ready and set on giving her another one.

I threw her feet over my right shoulder and started to pound into her. From time to time I had to remind myself not to be to rough but, she felt damn good, too good from this position. I did not know how long I would last in this new position. I was going deeper and deeper and hitting new angles that I never reached before. She was so wet; it was getting difficult to stay within her. Thinking about how wet she was made my balls tighten, Shit I was going to explode, but I did not want it to end just yet, I needed Isabella to cum again. I put my thumb on her clit and rubbed it feverishly, continuing to thrust into her. When I grunted, she moaned and her pussy started to pulse around my cock again. Just before I came, I gave her hair a little tug. This action brought her over the edge—she arched her back, lifted off the table and screamed my name louder than before. As she clamped down onto me, this tipped me over the edge. I stiffened, yelling "Fuck," as I tossed back my head, my neck muscles straining as I spilled my seed into her.

She landed onto the table with a thud, exhausted from our activities. I pulled out of her, missing her contact right away. Her body had a thin layer of sweat. I took up her robe from the ground, placed it over her body. I tied my robe as the other members stood around the table opening and closing their mouths, trying to speak. Turning my back on them, I helped Isabella off the table and into her robe. Holding her hand, we turned to face them, together.

The first person to speak was Mike, "That went better than expected," he said, grinning from ear to ear, taking in Isabella's flushed face. When I looked over at Jacob, he had a pained expression on his face as he looked at Isabella, but when he turned to me, I got a murderous glare.

Well fuck him.

Jasper tossed his head back and started to laugh. When he calmed down, he turned to Isabella and said, "You have a set of lungs, Bella." Bella, that's what they call her. "If I did not know what was going on in here, I would have thought he was murdering you." This caused most people in the room to laugh. Isabella turned crimson and hid behind me. Emmett lingered in the back, trying not to look at me or his sister. I would never want to be in his shoes.

"ENOUGH!" Jacob shouted, "Edward, Isabella is now your wife, change your clothes and she will meet you downstairs to join you at your home. We will be in touch," he said, walking out and dragging Tanya behind him.

I left Isabella and walked into the room, changed my clothes, and waited by the car for her. I was now twenty hundred hours. I didn't have to wait long as the doors opened and out came Isabella and Emmett with a small suitcase in hand. That can't be all she has. We need to change that. She was wearing a black short leather skirt, red boots and a red tank top. I opened the trunk for Emmett, and he placed the luggage into it.

"Please take care of my baby sister," Emmett pleaded with me.

Nodding my head at him, I said, "Don't worry, I will guard her with my life," I looked over to Isabella, who was already taking a seat in the car. After shaking Emmett's hand, I got in to the car and drove to my home with my new wife in the front seat.

How bizarre can this day get?

Finally I remembered the burn on my left arm and looked down at it. It was the image of a skull with what appeared to be vines running through it.

"It's the Poison Ivy symbol," Bella answered

I glanced at the road, to my arm, then to Bella.

"Huh," I said stupidly.

"The lines running through the skull is the Poison Ivy symbol. Everyone has it, including the ladies."

"Oh!" Oh, that's all I could say. God, I sound dumb.

We remained silent until it became unbearable.

I sighed and turned to Isabella, who was taking in her surroundings and asked, "Tell me, Isabella—how much shit am I in?"

She turned her head in my direction, sighed and said, "It's Bella," but then she mouthed "Very deep shit," then continued to look out the window.

Hmm, what was that about?

Did they bug my car?

Shit!

What the fuck did I get myself into?