AN: So Mamato gave me a great idea a while back. She told me "I would love to see something where another male vampire happens to pass through and lusts after Bella...what would Possessive Edward do then?" I was surfing the reviews for ideas (I keep them all you know, I have a little folder in my email where they all go in) and I came across that one. So here it is. Lusty incubus, possessive Edward. Spot the quote(s) and references.

Chapter 4: Jealousy & Wrath

Bella:

I was alone again. Edward had gone out to get me something. Another surprise. I discovered that I liked his surprises. In fact I had shown my new found appreciation for Edward's surprises at great length. We hadn't left the bed for days after his little hand cuff escapade.

I sighed. Whatever he had gone to get it had better be good. I felt like I was going through sex withdrawal. After nonstop sex for days just going without for a few hours was making me feel sexually frustrated. This would be difficult when it was time to return to society. And Jasper. Oh god. The poor guy would go crazy from the lust vibes we were giving off. I sighed. I needed a diversion before I went crazy.

I checked my hands, were they shaking? Was that even possible?

Definitely crazy. I sighed again. What the fuck is wrong with me? I groaned in annoyance. I was going slowly insane without my vampire hubby. This cannot be healthy.

I reviewed what I'd done with my day so far. Edward had told me he was going to get something for me. In a huff I'd gotten out of bed and at the sight of my naked self leaving the bed he had slammed me up against the wall and had his wicked way with me. Twice. Then he'd gone to the shower and I'd trailed behind him and we had lathered each other up and gotten wet. And he'd left the shower somewhat cleaner than he'd gone in. I lay there for a few minutes as he ran out the house then took a real shower. Shampooing and conditioning my hair (unnecessarily) several times. Soaping myself and just basically trying to relax. What a complete and utter waste of time that was! As if I could relax without him.

I'd found the clothes I'd arrived in, cleaned them and repaired them in as much as that was possible. I looked…just about respectable.

I ran my hand through my hair in irritation. It was a good thing Edward was the only one who was going to see me like this. And it was a really good thing that my change had completely transformed me. I had zero fat on me now. I was a lean, mean, fighting machine. Toned and seductive. Booyah!

I laughed silently to myself. Emmett had obviously influenced me more than I realised.

Walking over to the door, I yanked it open and went out. I wanted to find some wild flowers to put in a vase or something. Just anything to get me out of the damn house.

I walked at human speed through the forest, admiring the way the light glinted off the leaves. Well, what little light there was down here anyway. The dark forest was vibrant, full of life. The tapping of tiny feet, the slithering of snakes, the soft thudding of thousands of tiny hearts, hundreds of small ones with the occasional large one. The soft rush of water in a river a few miles away. The chirping of birds in the canopy and the hooting of howler monkeys. The forest was gloriously alive. I enjoyed wandering through it, the mossy ground velvet soft against my bare feet, the humid air wonderfully warm on my skin.

It was all very pleasant. That is until I sensed someone stalking me.

I whirled around, furious at the realisation that some thing out there was watching me, following me.

I was ready to kill. Snarling, growling and with venom filling my mouth, I was the epitome of vampirism. And I was seriously pissed.

The person who had followed me came into view. My posture became even more defensive as I quickly assessed the interloper with vampire speed. Vampire, male, muscular, very handsome, bright crimson eyes – he'd obviously fed recently –, cocky, and completely at ease. He obviously didn't think I posed a threat to him. Smug bastard. I wondered where Edward was. I wanted his protective presence now more than ever. This vampire had an…unsettling aura of self confidence.

"Well hello." He purred at me. I snarled; infuriated. How dare this intruder purr at me! I had a mate! A husband! Wasn't my diamond big enough for him to see?! And I still wore my engagement ring! The rocks on that thing weren't exactly small either! He lifted his brows at me. He fucking lifted his freaking eyebrows at me! An angry growl built in my chest. Low and menacing. He only smirked at me. Mother fucking cock-sucker. I'll rip his balls off and nail them to a tree. Then I'll set the fucking tree on fire and make him watch them burn…oh yeah. Who's gonna be smirking then? Vamp Bella had a somewhat rude, crude and oddly satisfying way to sort out the – motherfucker – stranger. I sighed mentally and wished I could actually do that.

He sauntered over to me. "A little feisty aren't you little girl?" he asked as his arm snaked around my waist.

I practically tore it off as I pulled away from him. "Don't fucking touch me!" I snarled at the bastard.

"Oh baby girl that's so precious." He crooned mockingly. "Does it scare you when I touch you? Does it make you feel things you never felt before?" His eyes gleamed as if he had just had an interesting and welcome idea. "Has no one ever touched you before little one? Are you a virgin?" He smiled, his teeth gleaming even in the darkness. I felt a tide of lust wash over me. Similar to when Jasper was trying to influence my emotions except weaker. Easier to fight off. I remained untouched.

I realised that some of his power was mental. I could feel it pressing against my shield. Pitiful.

It was my turn to sneer. "Let me guess. Incubus."

His face was priceless. Shock and confusion warred for dominance before amusement made its way across his striking features. I would have considered him handsome if I hadn't been married to the most gorgeous creature on the planet. Edward could make a girl come with a glance. That was a hell of a lot more than this guy had going for him. Black hair and red eyes might be hot if I hadn't felt the explosive power of bronze locks and molten gold orbs. And pianist fingers. There should be fucking shrine set up for those fingers. Edward knew how to play me like a harp. I should officially be put on the list of things he could play. I could see how it would go; piano, flute, his adoring wife…

"Are you familiar with my kind?" He asked, delight writ clear on his face.

I rose a brow. "I married one of you." I informed dryly. Couldn't he see that I was a vampire too? Or did the eyes throw him off?

"An empath?" He asked with what seemed to be professional interest.

I shook my head. "Nope, that was my sister. I married a mind reader. Far more enjoyable."

He raised his brows. Jeez, the eyebrow thing is getting a little overdone, I thought wryly to myself. "But your mental shield doesn't obstruct him?" Ah, so he noticed that.

"We discovered a way to lift it after my change." I informed him haughtily. "When I was human obviously he couldn't hear a single thing but the things he could do with his little finger more than made up for it." My voice was reverent as I informed him of this fact. "When he actually took me it was mind blowing. Almost too much for my human body." I was boasting. Trying to show him how pitiful he was compared to my incubus.

He smiled seductively. "You've never had anything to compare it to. Try me. I can give you more than you ever imagined." He took a step closer and his voice dropped an octave. "I can make you feel so good." He murmured as he took another step closer, backing me up against a tree. I shot him an incredulous look.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." I told him, voice flat. Either that or he was delusional.

He looked at me. Nope, I thought disgustedly to myself, totally serious.

I sighed in annoyance "Listen boyo, I have absolutely no interest in you. My husband is returning soon and I'd like to was your stink off me before he comes back. I'd hate for him to waste precious time hunting you down when he could be hunting me. Capeesh?" I turned my back on him.

Big mistake.

He had me pushed up against a tree in a fraction of a second. "Now, now baby." He crooned in my ear. "Don't be like that. I want you and I can make you want me too if you don't fight." I was about to retort when he continued smoothly, "I always get what I want, so you can either give it to me or I can take it." He felt me tense underneath him and laughed. "So what's it gonna be sugar?" He tilted my head back, leaned forwards and kissed me hard on the lips, biting, sucking and licking them as I lay shocked and furious beneath him. I finally regained my senses and pulled away after a short struggle.

Enraged words spewed from my mouth like acid. "I'm going to kill you, you fucking bastard." I screamed at him. Beyond fury. Beyond reason. I wished with all my heart that Edward were here to help me.

"Oh no sweetheart." A very welcome velvety voice came from behind me. "Allow me." My prayers have been answered. Thank you God.

The bastard was ripped off of me by my darling husband. The love of my life and one of the most gentle and kind people I had ever met.

Said gentle soul was currently beating my harasser to a venomous pulp.

I beamed.

The satisfying sounds of vampiric flesh and bone being shattered and pulverized was quite similar to destroying rocks. Loud and screechy. I smirked and started planning Edward's reward. The thought of what was to come aroused me and made me damp. Not enough for the boys to smell right now, but most certainly Edward would be able to smell it later. I wondered whether I should tell Edward that that had happened when the incubus had hypnotized me with his mystical vampire powers or whether I should tell him that it made me hot when he defended my honour.

Perhaps a bit of both, I mused. I was hoping my jealous and insanely possessive husband would make a come back tonight.

The smashing sounds changed to screeching as Edward began to furiously tear the guy apart with his teeth. God that was so hot. VB thought. I mentally fanned myself. It was getting hot in here. I wondered when Edward would be available to take off my clothes. It would probably be sometime soon at the rate he was going.

It was. He poured some lighter fuel over the pieces and used a lighter to set it ablaze. He dashed around the area grabbing a couple pieces that had been thrown wide and chucked them onto the fire. The cloying purple smoke had already started to rise when he turned to me, his eyes blazing far brighter than the fire which in itself was completely shocking considering that the flames dancing in his eyes appeared to be made of midnight…

Edward:

Wrath.

Completely instinctual, vampiric rage flooded through me. Possessiveness, jealousy, murder – all washed through me when I saw him on her.

I had followed her scent out into the forest, wickedly plotting the way I would surprise her when I had come across his scent.

Immediately I had started listening intently for his mental voice as I picked up my pace. I had heard his attempts to seduce her. Her rebuffs.

I saw when he forced himself on her.

My anger had known no bounds.

Wrath was a deadly sin. As is jealousy.

I felt them both. The second his lips had touched hers he had signed his own death warrant. No man would ever touch my Bella like that. She was mine.

She lay submissive for a moment as he defiled her lips with his vileness and my heart sunk with betrayal. Did she like it? I stopped, halted by crushing sorrow for a moment. Then I realised she was just as shocked as I was, for, in the next instant she was struggling, fighting, trying to throw him off. He grew more aroused as she struggled to free herself from his unwelcome embrace. She pulled her head away and I was flying down the path at a speed I had never reached before. I heard as she spat her words at him, incensed. She was furious. Just as I'd be if any woman other than Bella touched me in that way.

Then I was there, tearing him off her. Bringing him pain he had never known before in his pitiful existence. Only slightly less painful than the burning flames of the change. When I had had enough of him I tore him to shreds and lit him up.

Then I turned to my wife. My wife. He had touched my wife.

I would wipe away her memories of him. Right now.

I jumped at her and tore her clothes off her. Dimly relieved that they were somewhat modest and concealing. It didn't matter. I wanted her now. I wanted to posses her. To wipe away my own memories of that terrible moment when she had been submissive beneath him – even if it was out of shock I had been crushed and terrified for a moment. I could faintly hear the good part of me telling me I had to work on my trust issues.

Calmly, rationally I knew that Bella would never leave me. Never betray me.

Now if only I could remember that in the heat of the moment. I would've stopped pummelling the bastard and thanked him for showing me how deep my wife's devotion to me was.

Yeah, right.

I'd kill him a thousand times over simply for looking at my girl. For desecrating her I would cheerfully drag him down to the deepest pits of hell and hold him down as he burned…

Except that I'd have to leave Bella to do so. It would kill me to do that.

At any other time I would have sighed at that thought. Not now though. I was too irate. Too jealous.

"Edward!" She gasped as I kissed her furiously. I snarled angrily as I tasted him on her lips. Swiping the sleeve of my shirt against her lips to wipe him away I tore away our remaining clothes before recapturing her lips with my own. Sweet success. All that I could taste on her lips was her.

"Edward, Edward, calm down!" She pleaded with me from beneath my violent kisses. "He only kissed me. He's dead now. It's ok, it's ok." She was stroking my hair, running her fingers through it, trying desperately to calm me as only she could. Only my beautiful Bella could tame the beast that I am. My beauty. Her beast.

But today even she couldn't sooth me.

I shouldn't have left her. I should have told her to stay in the house. I should have taught her to fight.

The words of blame, self hate, floated around my head. Stinging like a cloud of hornets.

And only she has the insecticide.

Bella:

I knew I had wanted him jealous but…not like this.

He was blaming himself again. I could tell. I wanted him to stop that and just fuck me. I enjoyed when he made love to me, but when he possessed me…

There were no words. No words that could do him justice. When he possessed me it was as if he were showing me the depth of his desire for me. I felt more desirable and sexy naked, in his embrace than I ever felt dressed and made up by Alice.

"Edward, I love you." Assuring him of my devotion was a good place to start. "What happened was not your fault," not giving him a chance to refute my claim I continued, "but right now I can feel him all over me and it's horrible" my voice broke slightly "and disgusting and I really, really want you to make me forget." I looked up at him imploringly. "Please, Edward?" he looked torn. "Edward please, possess me, take me, make me forget his touch, remind me that I come for you only for you."

He didn't waste another second. He slid into me and then glared into my eyes.

"Is there something you want to tell me Isabella?" He growled. I shrank back a little under his angry gaze, secretly thrilled at his intensity.

"N-no." my voice wavered a little as I spoke, pressing back against the ground. His eyes glittered as he pushed my shoulders harder into the ground while grinding down into me, hitting a spot deep inside me and making me whimper in pleasure as he maintained the pressure on it.

"You're so wet my Bella." His voice was a velvety snarl, possessive, jealous and devoid of the self blame I'd heard before. I love it! "Did he excite you? Did you like him desecrating you?" His voice was harsh and his eyes glittered. I shuddered beneath him and he snarled.

"Edward," I whimpered, "I didn't mean it – he used his power on me!" I was shivering under his hands. I could hardly think as his low growl did very interesting things to the way we were joined.

He snarled, enraged, jealous, and pushed into me with unprecedented strength. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. The sensations were almost too much to bear. "That's your excuse? He excited you? Is that why you let him kiss you? Did this happen when he kissed you?" He was roaring now. I sobbed under him, enjoying his resentment of the vampire. I wondered if I was completely sick, to get off on my husband's jealousy and anger. "Are you going to scream his name when you come?"

"I don't know his name!" I cried out, truly distressed at the thought of ever thinking about another man as Edward pleased me. "He meant nothing to me! An aggravation! He forced me to kiss him!"

His eyes were still midnight but I could see the smallest flecks of gold. Very few and dim but still there. He was no longer beyond reason. Still jealous though, but that was fine with me.

"Bella," he said softly, holding so very still inside me, his voice caressing "I told you once that I had a problem with my temper. I still do, but I have discovered since I met you that I have an even greater problem with jealousy." He took a deep breath as he flexed his hips. "I am resentful creature and my resentment applies to every man who spends a moment in your company, every man who looks at you. Thinks of you." His careful flexing became hard thrusts as he recalled all the men he had ever envied. Every covetous thought he heard.

"I resent every ray of sunlight that illuminates your skin and the darkness that envelopes you. I envy the air you breathe and the water that washes over you. I love the blood you drink and the clothes you wear simply because they're yours. I envy everything and anything that you rest your gaze upon and yet I cannot help but wish to give you everything you find favour with." He looked at me wryly as his pace gentled and calmed. He was explaining why he had always had this strange compulsion to buy me things. I couldn't help but find it endearing. "I am jealous of your mother who carried you inside her for nine months and everyone who has any tie to you.

"I am sick with jealousy when I think of the boys you kissed even though they meant nothing to you-don't lie to me Isabella." He said as he saw me open my mouth, his next thrust was particularly hard as if to reprimand me. "I know there were boys you went out with and kissed before me. Just because you had never had a boyfriend doesn't make you a complete innocent. I felt it when you kissed me first." All his thrusts were hard and angry now as he thought of all his supposed rivals – as if anyone could ever rival him!

"I want to be your skin, the clothes that cover you, the air that you breathe, and the blood that nourishes you." If I could cry I would. He was so sweet! I loved him and all his jealous tendencies. "I want to hide you away and keep you all to myself. I want to be the only one you have ever loved or ever will love. I loathe your mental shield because it keeps your thoughts from me, but I love it because it protects you from others harming you with their thoughts." He looked me in the eye. His pace was hard and fast now. Vampiric, animalistic but his eyes were full of human emotions. Dark, adoring and completely Edward.

I leaned up and kissed him wildly, pouring all my love and passion for him into that meeting of lips. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and used it to give my mouth the same attention as his need was giving mine. Simultaneously withdrawing and then plunging back in. Varying the angles of entrance and exit in order to hit as many spots inside of me as he could.

It was working.

I was a moaning mass of ecstasy. Every spot Edward touched was set ablaze, all my nerve ending were tingling like I had been struck by lightning.

In record time he'd brought me to my orgasm, his fingers forming steel manacles around my wrists as I writhed beneath him. Not once did he halt his rhythm. Instead he whispered into my ear. He should have known better; I was too far gone to understand him. Though I did catch strange phrases: "Mine…my wife…my mate…coming home to me…only I can…Bella…so hot, so tight…beautiful as you…love watching you come…perfect…love you…". Finally I lay limp beneath him as I felt the aftershocks of my orgasm fade. He held my hips up with his hands now, his pace unrelenting. I revelled in the feeling. I was as limp as a ragdoll in his hands, completely blissed out. Yet somehow he managed to bring me even more pleasure as he worked over me and I was helpless to resist the second earth-shattering wave of pleasure that rocked my burnt out body. This time however my pleasure was intensified as I felt Edward shudder and come at the same time I did, his venomous seed spilling deep inside me.

It was his turn to lay limp now. His head rested between my breasts, breathing hard, his shaft still deep inside me, his weight pressing down on me. Had we been human our bodies would have been covered in sweat. The air we desperately drew in to our lungs a necessity rather than a way of prolonging the moment and breathing in our partners scent. The mind-blowing orgasms I just experienced would be tiring rather than invigorating – and I knew once the post-coital haze left my mind I would be invigorated.

But we were not human. Soon Edward would stop revelling in the aftershocks of his own orgasm and we would begin again – that was why we were here after all. Perhaps he would control himself and he would show me the surprise he brought me. But for now he lay tranquil, breathing hard while I stroked his head. Later I would confess the real reason for my arousal and I would tell him of my complete distaste for that nomad. I would assure him of my happiness with him. My adoration for him.

But for now this was enough. I could lie here forever and as long as Edward was here with me I would be happy.

AN: Yes, I know. I didn't mean for it to turn out quite that way either. Ah well.

So I managed to write this despite the fact that my laptop was quasi-confiscated and while we were moving house. Do you know how hard it is to transport a cat? It somehow managed to get out of the cage and ran off. We found it hiding behind the filing cabinet the next day.

Despite the fact that this chapter is rushed and short I would dearly appreciate it if you would review.

Pretty please?