Hey guys! The hidden title in chapter 6 was "Bodice Ripper"-By GeezerWench! It is one of my favorite stories and it is the story I've re-read more than any other here on FF. So go read it or re-read it, after you read my chapter here, of course! No more hidden stuff this time :)

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Chapter 7

Three days had gone by and the human's change was almost complete. Peter and Charlotte had stayed close and guarded the cabin. There had been no intruders, vampire or otherwise, to the area, but none the less, Peter was in a foul mood. He was downright cantankerous.

Every time he had tried to check in on his brother and the girl, just to see how they were getting along, he had been met with feral growls and threats of attack.

Jasper was acting more like a savage beast than the brother he knew and loved.

Peter had developed plenty of conspiracy theories about what ills might have befallen Jasper, and they all centered on that girl. He was sure as hell she had something to do with it. To pass the time he talked Charlotte's ear off about what might have went wrong, but his wife didn't seem at all concerned. She'd just cluck her tongue, wag her head, and look past Peter like he was nuts. As if he was the crazy one.

Bella's caterwauling cries had finally quieted, so Peter figured that she was close to waking up. He walked stealthily towards the cabin to give checking in on his brother another shot, then opened the door just a crack. Jasper roared at him, bared his teeth, and threw a water pitcher right at his head. The only reason it didn't hit its mark was because Peter was fast enough to slam the door closed before it reached him.

Charlotte and Tater sat and watched from the hood of Peter's truck. They both seemed unimpressed. "He'll come out when he's ready. Leave them alone," She sighed heavily. Her husband never did know when to quit.

"It's that girl! She did it some how. She's got some sort of gift. Maybe her power makes you lose your mind. It's the same thing that happened to Edward. I told Jasper we should have drained her."

Another one of Jasper's deafening roars rang through the forest.

It didn't detour Peter from his rant. He shook his finger angrily towards the cabin as he continued. "My brother is gone. He's acting like he doesn't have any good sense. She's changed him. Go see for yourself."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "The only vampire who's lost his mind is you. Of course she's changed him, honey. Love will do that to a man."

"Love?" The word rolled off his tongue with shock and disgust. Could that be what was going on? It sure as hell didn't look like it to Peter.

"He's protecting his mate," Charlotte explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"From me? That's crazy!"

"Yes, from you. How many times have you mentioned eating her over the past few days?"

Peter scratched his head and scoffed. "That's beside the point."

"Sweetie, I know you mean well, but what Jasper needs right now is some space. Whatever is going on has to run its course. Until then, just stay out here with me and try to simmer down, alright." Charlotte took his hand and gave it a pat.

He had learned, over the years, that his wife was usually right, and even when she wasn't, it was best to pretend that she was. He tried to do as she asked and stay calm, but his mind was jumbled full of thoughts. "I've never seen a vampire go nuts before."

"It's his gift. He's feelin' her pain, and he cares for her. It's affected him deeply."

"All I know is he was about to take my head off. After all the time we've been together, the years of devotion, the countless hours I've spent listening to his problems, and he's gonna let that little piece of calico come between us."

"I think you're jealous, Pete."

He cocked one eyebrow and studied his wife. "Well, thank you for your observation, Dr. Phil."

She placed one arm about his shoulder and pulled him into her side. "Be happy for him. Tater and I have decided that Bella is Jasper's perfect match." She scratched her dog behind the ear and spoke to it in a sweet tone. "Isn't that right?"

The dog just cocked its head and panted lazily, happily unaware of the drama going on around her.

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Sniff. Sniff. Lick.

Mate.

Mine.

Jasper disregarded his military training and cradled his awakening newborn mate to his chest.

Thoughts of his past were only shadowy memories; all of his old pains had been washed away. He felt like a new man.

She was his. He was sure of it. He'd never felt this way before. Nothing would come between them.

Lick. Nudge. Lick. Sniff.

He could hardly wait for her to open her eyes. Jasper ran his fingers through her hair and over her scalp ever so gently, and began to purr.

He was purring. Jasper Major fucking Whitlock. Purring.

A feeling of completeness filled him. Peace and contentment.

Bella's eyes flew open. She was startled by her vampiric vision. Everything seemed foreign and new. The colors were so vivid and vibrant. It was as if she were in a magical waking dream.

She realized that she was in the arms of a large male. He held her firmly, yet so lovingly. She couldn't move, or maybe she was only immobilized by his beauty. Who was he? What was he?

His body seemed to radiate heat and strength and scent.

The scent was intoxicating, like leather, tobacco, and steel. She wanted to bathe herself in it, but for the moment she contented herself by taking long drawing breaths of him.

Her hand reached up slowly, tentatively to touch his face, and he leaned into her palm, closed his eyes, and made the most beautiful sound.

The low rumble echoed through her body and she found herself mirroring his sentiments.

Somehow she knew of his affection for her, his devotion. Not only from the look of reverence etched on his face, but somehow she could feel him. Feel what he was feeling.

Everything was so very strange, yet so very pleasant.

It must be a dream.

"Bella."

The angel spoke her name. But what would she call him?

Her face contorted in confusion. Jasper took her hand and placed it on his chest where his heart had once beaten. Her eyes traced his handsome features, searching for answers.

She noticed a few scars beside the collar of his shirt. Who had hurt him? A need to check him over welled up inside her, and she reached over to push the fabric aside. It ripped and fell away under the pressure of her fingertips. She hadn't meant to tear it and wasn't sure exactly how it had even happened.

There were so many scars.

A wave of his bravery passed over her as he ripped away the remainder of his shirt and tossed it to the floor.

His eyes were downcast, but Bella's were transfixed.

She turned and straddled his lap. Her hands traced the muscles of his chest, and down his stomach, following the fine golden hair, soft as velvet to the touch.

Her gentle strokes aroused Jasper easily and completely. Every cell of his body sang out for him to join with her, to become one. He felt as if he would never be whole until he was inside of her.

A primal need to mark her with his scent came over him. He brushed her hair away from her neck and nuzzled the mark he had given her. The beast in him rejoiced and was reassured by the sight of the thin silvery scar.

He began to lick her there, and she reacted favorably by rocking back and forth on his lap.

"Oh." Memories flooded her mind. "Jasper."

She fisted his hair as he began to press himself against her rhythmically, seductively. A heat, a burning hunger spread down between her thighs as she remembered his teasing kisses. His mouth had been there on her neck before, never touching her lips, when she had ached to taste him.

Taste him she would. Bella took his hand and drew his finger into her mouth and suckled him.

The sensation coursed through his veins and settled in his loins.

With each languid pull he felt a building desire, an ecstasy, a throbbing need.

What was she doing to him? He had bitten her, but it was he who had been transformed.

A soft mewling moan echoed through her body. His skin tasted so good, salty and sweet, and she wanted more, so much more.

Answering her quiet plea, he captured her lips with his own. Finally he savored her.

Bella was reeling with passion. Before this moment she'd known nothing of desire, and now she was drowning in it. She let her eyes fall closed as the feeling washed over her.

Jasper lifted her and, with what felt like a pull and a tug, relieved her of all her clothing and the rest of his as well.

It was glorious to feel his skin on hers. He covered her. His body glided between her thighs like liquid silk, soft and warm. His hair fell down, framing her face as he lowered himself into her.

Ecstasy! Heaven!

A gravely, masculine moan worked its way free of his throat.

Her tight virgin body fisted him, and God damn, he was already so close.

He forced himself to still his movements. Not yet!

Jasper pulled out of her, and she grabbed frantically at his back. She needed him to fill her again.

"Don't stop!" She cried out desperate for him to return. Her nails left their marks across his shoulders, but he traveled, undeterred, down between her thighs.

His tongue writhed against her most sensitive place, causing her to gasp and buck against him. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, as her eyes rolled back into her head.

He forced his hands up under her buttocks and lifted her to his mouth with a feral growl. Mine!

The sensation was of pure pleasure. Her body pulsated, pounded with impending release as his fingers kneaded her tender flesh and he lapped at her sex.

"Jasper" His name was like a prayer on her lips as she begged for him to give her more. She needed all of him at once.

Unable to hold back any longer, he sheathed himself within her again, and drank her cries of passion into his mouth before letting go.

The beast inside of him roared out as he filled his mate with his essence, his venom, his scent.

His mate.

Bella.

His.

For the first time in three days Jasper was able to relax, and he came back to himself.

Bella sighed and curled up close to him, sated and satisfied.

Her mood was ecstatic. She stared at him, a dreamy look plastered on her face. "What have you done to me?"

Jasper couldn't help but grin. He ran his fingers lazily up and down her spine. "I was just laying here wondering the same thing." He chuckled and pulled her close. "Actually, that first thing I did is on page 53 of Peter's book."

Bella smiled sweetly. She looked at him with pure love and adoration. "No. I mean this . . . this wonderful feeling."

Jasper kissed the crown of her head. They were mates. He felt it and so did she, but now was not the time to explain. "I know what you're talking about. I feel it too, and it feels so right."