The sound of my large paws thumping crunching dead leaves could be heard from miles around. I had to get away from it. From everything. From the stress of my overbearing pack, needy father and the constant whining of Bella Swann. I picked up a steady rhythm and ran for 4 hours straight, with no set destination. A soft breeze ran through my russet fur as I began to slow my run down to a trot, then to a walk then to a complete stop. The scent of salty sea water wafted in the air and I raised my snout high to get breathe it in until my head was dizzy from too much oxygen. But there was another scent in the air, one that didn't belong to the beach. It reeked of bleach but I strangely enough the scent was slightly enjoyable. Suddenly, a parade of leaves fell on me and broke me out of the scent's intoxicating spell. I didn't look up, because I already knew who it was. A figure jumped from the trees down to the ground, at least within 6 feet of me.

"Mutt." Edward Cullen said, addressing me with a stony expression.

"Leech." I thought, knowing he could hear my thoughts.

"Why did you run off like that?" the vampire asked me, actually sounding genuinely curious.

"Reasons I'd rather not share with you." I retorted, putting as much detest I could muster up into my thoughts.

"Your family is worried about you." He said matter of factly. I growled in response, not wanting to hear about the people that caused me to run all the way out here. Without warning images of my troubles swarmed in my head. The image off my father yelling at me for accidently breaking a vase. The image of Sam slamming me into a tree, proving that he was the better Alpha. The image of my pack turning their backs on me because of the one thought that I may be gay. I shook myself physically in an attempt to shake the thoughts out of my head. But it was too late, the bloodsucker already knows. We stared at each other for a long moment.

"That's not the family I meant." Edward said, not commenting on the fact that I thought I was gay. In one blurry movement he was suddenly in front of me. My instincts kicked in and I automatically moved into a fighting stance. He raised an eyebrow at me and I readjusted my stature, feeling kind of vulnerable. "We're your family too." He said softly meaning the Cullens, slowly raising his hand.

What is he doing? Stop it you leech. Stop it!

"No." He said simply, placing a cold hand on the top of my head, in-between my two ears and stroking at the fur. I bared my teeth to try and scare him off but he just moved closer, stroking from my neck to my snout. It was a new feeling to me, being pet like this. His fingers were icy cold and I wanted him to stop but then again I didn't. In one swift and reluctant movement I pulled my entire body backwards, trotting behind a tree and quickly phasing back to my human self. I pulled on the pair of shorts I had tied to my back leg and walked out from behind the tree. Edward hadn't moved an inch.

"Why do you think you're gay?" He asked and I didn't have to answer. Images of boys changing in the locker rooms flooded my mind, but one image wouldn't go away. Images of the Cullen males with their shirts off. I'd seen all of them shirtless except for the one standing right in front of me. Edward smirked and in another blur of movement he was in front of me again, inches away from my face. "I can help you decide if you are.." He whispered into my ears, placing a hand on my upper thigh that was covered by the shorts' material. Images of Bella passed in my mind and he responded quickly, "I'll explain that later." And with that he pushed me roughly into the tree hard enough to make it shake but not enough for it to fall down. "What's your problem?" I spat out gripping his hand and trying to pull them off with no prevails. "I'm helping you with yours." He said leaning in closer, hovering just over my lips. I was tempted to move forward and rush out lips together but I couldn't even if I was brave enough too. Edward's fingers were entangled in my hair and pulling my head back into the tree, locking me into place. My shorts were beginning to get uncomfortably tight and the bloodsucker noticed and smiled. He pushed himself onto me, connecting us from waist to knee. Our erections were right next to each other, and I couldn't speak for him but mine was craving friction.

Whether he had read my mind or saw it on my face he gave me what I wanted and started grinding his hips onto mine, our cocks rubbing against each other through a few layers of material. An unwanted moan escaped my lips and made me bit my tongue and pray the leech didn't notice. On account of his smirk, I would guess that he did.

"Why are you trying to resist something you want so badly?" Edward asked in a melodious voice, not sounding like he wanted an answer but I still gave him one.

"Because it's not right." I splutter out, trying to keep my voice from breaking.

"Why isn't it right?" He asked rocking his hips onto my throbbing manhood at slow, menacing pace. I whimpered involuntarily, silently begging him to go faster. Edward moved closer to my sensitive ears, breathing loudly so I could feel the coldness of his breathe. It reeked of cinnamon. And I loved it.

"It's only wrong unless you get caught."

The vampire's pale lips were so close to mine if I had stuck out my tongue in that very moment it would've invaded his mouth. I licked my dry lips and said in a hoarse voice, "I know you can see what I'm thinking. Why don't you just get on with it already?"

His response was to buck into harder, more forcefully, proving the point that I actually did want this. I gave into my urges and gripped the vampire's stone cold ass, pushing them forward in an attempt to get more friction. Instead of going faster like I wanted him too, he went even slower. Each movement precise and driving me crazy. The slower he moved, the harder the grinding became. The tree's vibrations sent a shiver down my spine, making me dry hump the leech attached to me even harder.

"M-" I bite my tongue before finishing my spoken words but my mind finished it off for me.

More. Dammit. More.

The over-confident smile spread on the vampire's features made my stomach churn. The unpleasantness of the situation mixed with the pleasure of it prevented me from realizing how close my orgasm was. When it hit me, it hit hard and suddenly. My fingernails dug into the material of the leech's pants as I climaxed, probably ripping it in the process. A shrill squeal echoed into the trees, and I slumped into the tree, refusing to lean on the leech in front of me.

A millisecond passed and he was off me, at least ten feet away. I pursed my lips and thought what I wanted to say, Why did you do this? Looking down I could see a damp mark on his ripped jeans, but it couldn't be from me. Did he come too? Why didn't I hear him?

"I have a lot more self-control then you." He answered instantly. I scoffed and turned away, looking straight into the trees and letting my mind wander far away from where I stood. I don't know how I stared at the nonmoving tree, maybe an hour or so? But suddenly Edward spoke up again, "Are you coming back or not?"

I turned to look at him. He was in the exact same spot, not moving and not even breathing. "I don't know." I said honestly. Was this supposed to convince me to come back? I had to admit it was a nice try. Edward smirked at my thoughts but he quickly regained composure, staring me down.

Then, in a flash, he was gone.