Chapter 5 - The Calm Before the Storm

Edward POV

As we left the party, I was feeling in a celebratory mood. Sam had reluctantly agreed to help us protect Anthony. I was sure that when he came to meet our son tomorrow, his reservations would melt away; no one could resist our sweet little boy. Judging from Jacob's thoughts, he felt the same way, and we got into the Rabbit, all smiles.

Jacob put the car in gear and started down the long, winding road leading out of the Rez. He was taking it slow, lost in his thoughts. They were scattered; one second he was thinking about Sam and the relief he felt that Anthony would be well-protected, the next he was thinking about his sister getting married to that cretin Paul. I didn't want to hear it anymore, so I decided to distract him.

His eyes focused on the road in front of him, he didn't have time to notice as I moved at vampire speed, leaning over the center console, unzipping his trousers and pulling his thick cock out of its confines. He gasped as the cool air hit his flaccid cock before it was engulfed in my mouth, the curly hairs at the base tickling my nose.

"Edward!" he yelped in surprise. "Do you want me to have an accident?"

His words didn't match his lusty thoughts, so I kept at it, feeling his cock filling quickly in my throat. It had been a few days since I'd blown him; we had been too concerned about Anthony to really think about sex. But now that we were both confident in his safety, our hormones were getting the better of us.

I suckled him desperately until he was at full mast, relishing the taste of him on my tongue. Bobbing up and down, I hollowed out my cheeks for better suction as my hand dipped between his legs to fondle his balls. His breath hitched, and he let out a long moan as I swallowed around him. Suddenly, the car veered off the road and he put it in park, no longer able to focus on driving.

Breathing harshly, his fingers threaded through my hair, gripping the roots roughly, guiding my speed the way he wanted it, his hips canting upward to fuck my face. My own neglected cock pressed uncomfortably against my zipper as I worked him, tugging gently on each of his balls in turn.

"Oh, Edward, so fucking good…gonna cum…" he moaned, just as his sack tightened and his hot cum erupted down my throat. I milked him for all he was worth, sucking him dry. His orgasm seemed to last forever; like I said, it had been a while—at least, for us. When he was spent, his body sagged against the seat, and I drew back, tucking him back into his pants with care. He gazed at me as he caught his breath, his eyes still dark with lust.

"Shit, Edward. That was amazing." Now it's your turn.

Excited and nearly bursting for his mouth on me, I groaned and leaned back in my seat, palming myself briefly to relieve the pent-up pressure. He smiled at me, but he didn't do what I expected; instead, he put the car back in drive.

"Hey!" I exclaimed as he pulled off the side of the road. "I thought it was my turn!"

Jacob chuckled at my outburst, making me more annoyed. "Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on!" he said, glancing at me from the corner of his eye and flashing his blinding white smile at me. I pouted in reply, crossing my arms indignantly against my chest.

Calm down, baby. What I want to do is not going to work in a car.

Sighing, I let some of my annoyance go. As much as I was desperate for his attention, I was excited to see what he had planned for me. I hoped it was a good, hard fucking. There was no way to know, though; he was actively blocking me.

Instead of continuing down the road out of the reservation, Jake made a detour, and soon we were pulling up in front of his father's house. His thoughts told me that he couldn't wait until we got home to fuck me, and with the party still underway at the beach, we could get at least a few hours of privacy here.

Wordlessly, he dragged me down the hall to his old room, kicking the door shut behind us and shoving me roughly toward his tiny twin bed. I loved when he got pushy like that. Swiftly, I removed my clothes in a flash, not wanting them to be torn in his rush to get at my body—I wanted to be able to wear something on the way home. He did the same, although he wasn't as smooth as I was about it, and then he launched himself at me, tackling me to the bed. Our tongues tangled desperately, our hands roamed everywhere, our rock-hard cocks rubbed against each other as we writhed.

Eventually, my body needed more—I wanted to feel his mouth on me. As if he could read my mind, he started descending down my torso, licking and nipping along the way. My cock needed his hot mouth so badly, it was painful. He didn't make me wait for it, thank God.

Starting at the base, he dragged his tongue up my length to the tip, oh so slowly. The position of his head caused his chin to trail behind his tongue along the underside of my distended cock. The slight scratching of his five o'clock shadow grazed along my sensitive flesh, sending chills up my spine. I could only whimper at the incredible, pleasurable pain of it. His mind chuckled as he swallowed my cock down as far as he could take it.

Did you like that? "Ngh…yes," I managed to utter.

He chuckled audibly this time, and my toes curled with the vibration. Then, he popped off and did it again, but this time much faster. The sensation of his rough stubble moving swiftly against me was so intense it made me cry out loudly. He looked up at me through his eyelashes and grinned. God, he loved what he could do to me.

"Fuck, Jacob," I whimpered.

He released me from his mouth, making me groan at the loss. He couldn't wait anymore; he needed to feel me from the inside. I wasn't about to argue. Leaning over to his nightstand, he pulled something out of the drawer—a condom and a bottle of lube.

"Ummm…don't tell me you're in heat again," I said, furrowing my brow. That was the only reason he would ever use a condom. I'd made him promise; I did not want to get pregnant again.

He shook his head and smiled as he unwrapped the rubber and rolled it on. Holding his sheathed cock in his hand, he nodded down at it, presenting it to me. The rubber was adorned with bumps and ridges.

"I just wanted to try something a little different. See how the ridges feel for you."

Liking his plan, I responded with a groan as I pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Positioning himself over my prone body as our mouths crashed together again and again, he slowly pressed inside. As his cock gradually invaded me, the sensations of the condom's protrusions overwhelmed me. I felt every inch as he entered me, every little bump teasing my sensitive, fluttering hole. As he made his way inside my body, the bumps that had first teased my entrance then brushed against my prostate, making me convulse beneath him with each pass.

Every stroke of his cock stimulated both my prostate and my ring simultaneously, and I lost any semblance of control I might have had. I was not going to last long. I couldn't hear his thoughts—hell, I couldn't hear my own thoughts. All I could focus on were the bumps and ridges lining his thick, hard cock as he pounded into me mercilessly. He was fucking me within an inch of my life, and I never wanted it to be over. All too soon, my balls tightened and my cock twitched. I came with a feral howl, my cum shooting so far out of the end of my dick that it hit me on the chin. Jacob growled at the sensation of my body squeezing tightly around him and he pummeled my ass, losing all rhythm as his own orgasm shattered his control. Grunting with satisfaction, he collapsed on top of me, but not before he licked my cum from my chin.

Laying together, our limbs tangled, we slowly came down from our incredible high. Jacob fell asleep on top of me, and his heavy, rhythmic breathing lulled me into my own version of blissed-out sleep. Time flew too quickly, and reluctantly, I woke him. We'd been gone much longer than we said we would be, so we had to head back. Besides, Billy would be home soon, and he probably wouldn't appreciate finding us naked and sex-tousled in his son's childhood bedroom. Although, Billy would surely know we had been there by our mixed scents alone.

I took the wheel for the drive home. We drove in silence, just thinking about the bliss we'd just experienced together. As we approached the house, the confused and frightened thoughts of my family began to seep into my head, marring my happiness. Esme's thoughts were the clearest, so I focused on them as I tried to figure out what was going on.

Don't know how it happened. How could she do this? How could she take our boy?

Did she mean Anthony? Did somebody get hold of my precious little boy while I'd been stupidly, selfishly fucking my brains out? I accelerated to a dangerous speed, taking the corners so fast that we almost rode on two wheels. Jake gripped onto the door handle tightly, gasping at the sudden change in my driving.

"Fucking hell, Edward! What's gotten into you?!"

I swallowed hard before speaking. "Anthony is missing."

"What?!" he screamed, grabbing a fistful of his own hair and tearing roughly at it. He was thinking that same thing I was—while we were busy having sex, our little boy had been abducted. His thoughts flooded with guilt and horror.

In no time at all, we were at the main house. I didn't bother parking in the garage, or even closing the car door behind me, and I burst through the front door, Jacob hot on my heels. I glanced frantically around the room, taking in the distraught faces around me.

Turning to the vampire closest to me, Esme, I grabbed her shoulders and shook her, screaming, "Where is he, Esme?! Where is my baby?!"

She wasn't bothered by the violence, understanding my distress. Quickly, she filled me in.

"Irina took him to the cottage. He wanted his Thomas pillow. But they never came back. We searched everywhere—there's no sign of them."

Jacob lost control of his legs under the weight of the news, and I caught him in my arms before he collapsed. I held him tightly as he sobbed, mumbling about being too late.

Irina stole our baby. That fucking traitor was working for the Volturi this whole time; it was the only explanation. When we found her, I was going to tear that bitch limb from limb and burn her body to ash.

Irina POV

One minute I'm walking with Anthony to the cottage. The next, I'm trapped in an impenetrable cell. I remember nothing about how I ended up here. It was as though that period of time went up in smoke. I had no idea what happened, but I knew where I was—the strong, musty scent of an ancient foundation, the titanium bars—the only metal strong enough to stand up to a vampire.

I was in Volterra. I was a prisoner. But how? Why?

Panic took hold, and my eyes darted around the cell. Anthony wasn't with me. Had he escaped? Were they holding him, too? Was he dead?

I grabbed hold of the cell bars in my hands and shook them with all my might, but they didn't budge. Throwing my head back, I wailed in despair before shouting, hoping that someone—anyone—would hear.

"Where is he?! What have you done with him?!"

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