Chapter Ten

Point of View: Edward

I sat silently on the navy blue sofa in the prince's room. Across from me a large TV, that much a recognized, the many contraptions attached to it I did not. In the right hand side of the nook in the left corner was a CD player resting on intricately carved shelf, yet beside the shelf is where I wanted to be – the window. Sadly I could not see out of it since drapes the color of the sofa were drawn.

The prince and I were all alone; however, all he had done for the past hour or so was pace back and forth while unnerving me more and more each time he passed the nook I sat in.

Here and there an image would spring to mind, they seemed like memories, yet not my own. Call me mad, but I believed them to belong to the prince. The young wolf they called Collin happened to be the main focus. I could see him crying, cheeks blotchy, while trying to bury his face in the blankets beneath him as he curled up into his bed. I could not help but notice a familiar hand that rest on his back.

I was beginning to think I had misjudged the prince, at least to some extent. His pack definitely meant something to him – what exactly I was not sure. I would be willing to say the prince did not either.

"Edward?" I lifted my eyes from my clasped hands in my lap to smile lightly at the prince as he walked around the corner.

"Yes?"

"I'm going for a shower. I need to fucking relax." The prince said with an uneasy sigh. This was my place; this is where I was supposed to do something to make it better for the prince. He could not think of me as useless.

I gritted my teeth and put on a friendly expression. "Would you like company?"

"Really?" He sounded surprised.

I nodded, standing. "I would like nothing more." This was not exactly the situation I wanted to be in my first day here; however, I needed the prince to think I wanted him just as much as I knew him to want me.

"I don't know." He replied unsurely. "Well…" He was thinking about it. "Maybe." He was breaking. "Only if you want to." I knew it.

I gave him a bright and deceitful smile with a bashful duck of the head. "Of course I want to."

He smiled back. "Let's go." Annnd, he's broken.

I let him lead me to his lavishly oversized ensuite and straight to the glass shower stall. Once I was there I froze. I had never done anything remotely similar to this. Who am I kidding – excluding Lauren, that wolf, Samuel was the first person my lips really touched and the first body my hands had explored.

I had never fed directly from someone before today. I had always refused at the lab; they never gave me anyone that was actually willing. I could not just take someone's blood. I would not attack.

While Samuel was not altogether willing, it was good enough for me at the time. He had not said no, and for me, in that particular position, was yes enough for me. Trust me, he would not grow to regret it.

I held my eyes downcast and lifted my pale hand to the grey cotton sweater I wore. With my thumb and forefinger I pulled the zipper down until the two sides unclasped, letting me shrug off the material.

My eyes gladly rose when the prince tugged off his t-shirt. His loose fitting shirt had done his body no justice. He pecks were defined, his abs clearly chiseled, yet what caught my attention the most was the 'v' that disappeared into the waist band of a dark pair of boxers, while his pants hung slightly lower.

"See something you like?" The prince amusedly asked.

"You have no idea…" I drawled with my eyes feasting.

I did a quick comparison and in a way I almost felt as if I did not compare. There the prince was, standing before me – copper skin, ebony hair, a handsome face and a body of a god. Then there I was, flaking blood falling from my torso belonging to a girl I would never see again. I had fiery red eyes where his were a milky chocolate. My hair was disastrous mess while his fell in gorgeous untamed waves. Dare I say I felt inadequate?

The prince took a small step toward me and with his tanned hands he reached for my belt, or better yet, Jasper's belt and pulled the leather through the metal to effectively unhook it. When his hands let go of the belt the jean pants slipped to my ankles. How far would I let this go? Whatever 'this' is.

I stepped out of the pants as the prince leaned passed me to open the glass shower door. He nudged me in and I did as directed. I went to the silver nozzle turning the water on and trying to find a temperature that would be suitable for the prince. I found the water hard to judge. I was still on the little blue line and it felt warm to me. Although, maybe this would be good – wolves ran hotter after all. I decided to leave the nozzle as is.

I turned around just in time to see the prince enter the shower and close the door behind him. I took a deep and steady breath and offered up a sheepish smile as I caught a glance of his thankfully flaccid, yet nowhere near small cock. I was effectively frightened. I quickly deduced that this was horrible idea and I fervently wished I had never gotten myself into this situation.

I grabbed some body wash from a little built in shelf just to busy my awkward hands. "Can I use this?" I asked.

"No." The prince blankly deadpanned.

"Oh, well, I- Uh, sorry." I went to put it back but his hand stopped me.

"I was kidding! You're being jumpy. Here…" He took the bottle from my hand and turned my own palm up with his spare. He clicked open the lid of the body wash and squeezed some into my open hand. "Get the blood off you."

I turned my back to the prince; although, once I thought about it probably was not the best decision I had ever made. However, I did not think we were quite there yet, plus I think willing and wanting is more of the prince's style.

I dipped myself under the water and scrubbed the blood away with my fingertips, feeling much cleaner once it was gone. Once finished I turned back around while moving back a slight bit for the prince to fit under the spray.

I watched as the prince was about to put some of the body wash into his own hand and I concluded it was here where I should intervene.

Anxiously, I brushed a hand against his bicep to get his attention. "Let me." I subtly smiled. He handed over the bottle. "Turn around if you wish and I can get your back." The prince did not even question my words and did as I had said.

I tucked the bottle between my knees for only a moment as I carefully and gently pulled the black elastic from the prince's hair that held his bangs back, I also swept his hair over one shoulder to gain better access to his back.

I pulled the elastic around my wrist for safe keeping while getting the bottle from between my knees. I pressed a generous amount onto my palm and placed the body wash back onto its shelf. I lathered the soap in my hands and with great reluctance ran my fingers over his shoulders and down the back of his arms.

"Mmm." The prince hummed. "That feels nice."

I ran my palms over the muscles in his upper shoulders. "My hands are not to cold?"

"No, they feel perfect." He groaned in content as my hands pressed their way down his back.

The prince's skin was hot and smooth against my palms, so much so it made my hands feel warm and alive. I was having a hard time disliking what I was doing. I was also having a hard time liking that I did not dislike this.

I pressed my hands up each side of the prince's muscular back, gliding my way to his shoulders once more. Once there something inside me clicked, I realized that I could kill him. Right here, right now, I could really kill him. With a quick, swift movement of my hands I could snap the prince's neck and kill him.

I stilled – I was actually tempted. Would the world really miss this one wolf? I really doubted so. As a matter of fact I could really be doing the world a favor. Jacob, king? A terrible thought. My hands, little by little, inched their way up his shoulders.

A sudden sigh left the prince. "Would you believe me if I told you being a prince kind of sucks sometimes?" My hands snapped away from the him. He turned around with furrowed brows. "You okay?"

"Yes. I-" I rinsed my hands in the water. "I do not envy you."

He nodded with a gentle smile. "I don't envy you either. Is it scary?"

My lips pressed into a tight line as I thought about his question for second. "Are you asking if I fear you?"

"I guess, yeah." The prince said while doing something unequivocally unexpected – he pressed his large hand into my smaller one, tangling his fingers around my own.

I blinked down at his hand and gave it a brisk once over before I brought my eyes up, yet no further than his chin. "Should I be?"

If I had a working heart it would be pounding, and if I needed breath it would surely be hitching. I was positively petrified of the prince, however to keep myself together I have to keep telling myself that I am not and that I am smarter, better, and that I can handle this. I can do this.

The prince gave me a chillingly warm smile while he raised his free hand and brushed his knuckles across me cheek. "No." He replied softly. "You shouldn't be."

I felt like absolute putty in his grasp. Part of me wanted more of this, more of him. That part of me wanted him to keep talking to me, to keep touching me, while the other part, the louder part thinks I should have snapped his neck while I had the chance.

Feeling brave and naïve I chose the former and I brought my hand up to press the prince's palm flat against my cheek where his knuckles had lingered. He accepted my touch and I accepted the fact that I did not know what the heck I wanted.

The prince leaned his head down, resting his face in my wet hair. "Does this feel wrong to you?" He contentedly mumbled in question.

Water sprayed my body, the pulse of the prince's hand tickled my cheek, and his scent beneath the body wash aroused every sense that I had – yes this felt wrong, yet I never knew wrong could feel so good.

"It should." I breathed, leaning further into his touch. "Why did you say you are not always pleased being the prince?"

His hand tightened around mine. "Because you scare me."

"Why?"

"I don't know what's real and fake with you. I just have to trust you. I don't trust anybody, but I want to trust you." I felt guilt seeping from every crevice of my being; I could almost swear if I still had pores the prince would be able to see it leaking from me.

I feel like I have committed some sort of abominable act, when in retrospect I have only done what I have had to do. I have to lie. I have to do this. I could not very well tell the prince himself to drop dead and leave me be. No, not plausible.

Do I even mean that, though? I am as naked as the day I was born holding this gorgeous wolf's hand and leaning into his touch in his beautiful shower, yet I am not running, and I am not pulling away – I have done all this myself. The prince has not for a second pressured me, so why do I keep blaming him?

Honesty is the best policy, right? "I am scared of you too." I muttered into his hand.

"Why?" The prince asked just like I had.

"Because of how you treat others, especially that little wolf Seth. I do not know the full story but-"

"He's just a puppy." The prince finished my sentence.

I nodded against him. "Yes."

"I let him go."

"You let it happen." I bit tongue, and hard, but much to late. I dropped the prince's hands and pulled away from him. My words were far out of line.

The prince came back to me and placed each of his hands on the side of my face. His eyes bore into mine, yet I had no choice but look anywhere but back into his own brown eyes. "I was wrong, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I was wrong." He sucked in a lung full of air. "But Edward, I would never do that to you - not in a million fucking years!"

I blinked in disbelief. "Why am I any different?"

"Because, well, because you're mine."

My brows furrowed. "Your slave?"

The prince dropped his hands from my cheeks. It was strange; he was starting to look a little desperate. "No, well, yes, but no - to others, yes. To me you're just you."

Images of me fluttered to mind. It was like I was looking at me through the prince's eyes - My hair wet, cheeks pale, lips red, with water trickling down my body. It was strange, I could not feel his emotion but I could sense it. I knew it was there because he was thinking about it.

Lust, which was quite near verging on lechery was the base of most his thoughts, yet there was this sliver of something else. I could not quite catch it because he would not think it. He felt something else for me, though what ever it was he would not admit it, not even to himself.

I let out a sigh feeling more deranged than ever. "How can I possibly be just me to you? I do not even know who I am." And that was the damned truth. I had lost it. I actually think I am reading minds and I actually think some part of likes pieces of this wolf.

The prince offered up a sad smile. "Well, I may not know you per say, but I can confidently tell you that you are sweet, and so kind, and way to caring for your own good. Who ever you are you've got one hell of a heart, vampire or not." Guilt, guilt, remorse, and more guilt. Whoever I am, I am a terrible being. "Look, if it's any consolation I haven't the slightest fucking clue who I am either." Why did the prince have to go say that? Why did he have to go and remind me of a confused little boy stuck in a big man's body? Why? It would be so much easier just to hate him, yet I keep getting this niggling feeling that hate was not what I was feeling at all.

I reached out to the prince, not so much caring anymore. I wanted to feel him and I know he wanted me to. So, in words I am certain the prince would use: Why the fuck not?

I glided my hand up and over the waves of his abdominal muscles, passing his chest until I was to his neck. I dipped my hand behind his hairline while this tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach took over; it was as if little bolts of electricity were pushing me forward. I knew what I suddenly wanted to do and I think the prince knew it to.

"Edward…" He breathed. "You look like you want to kiss me."

Nibbling my bottom lip I thought for a second. "I do."

For a mere moment the prince's breath hitched. "Go on then."

Using the leverage I had with my hand on the back of his neck I pulled him to me – the first thing connecting being our hips. A breath stuck in my throat as something for the first time other than myself came into contact with my cock.

Slowly our chests met as the prince's hand came to rest on my lower back while my eyes on their own accord fluttered closed just as our lips met. My chest heaved and I sucked in a breath through my nose only to breath his scent.

My hand on his neck slid into his sopping hair to loosely grab at the strands and another came to rest on his bicep. His lips slid over mine with such ease I was afraid that he might make me melt. His lips were soft and smooth, but more than anything they were so deliciously warm. I could almost swear I could feel his blood vibrating beneath the thin layer of skin.

With hardly any of my notice he lead us backward until my back hit the stone wall of the shower. There he dug his hips into mine – I was blissfully aware of every little bit of his hardness pressing against my own.

"Edward…" The prince groaned into my mouth. "You feel so fucking good." His words only led to the kiss intensifying while his hands slid up my chest. His tongue plummeted past my lips and stroked its way across my own. I did not mind, no I did not whatsoever.

I let him lead, mainly because he wanted too, and partly because I hadn't a clue what I was doing, but mostly I so desired to let him have his way with me.

Between my legs my dick was aching, wanting, and needing the prince. I had never felt such an intense sexual urge and because of that I was not about to deny myself such pleasures – consequences be damned.

I pulled my lips away from the prince. "Jacob…?" I sighed in question as the prince pressed his lips into my neck, nipping the hard flesh.

"Mmm?" He hummed, running his hands down my sides only to squeeze the two surprisingly tender mounds of my ass.

"Touch me." I gasped as the prince bent taking a pert nipple of mine into his mouth and rolling it over his white teeth.

"I am…"

"No, touch me…" I felt utterly stupid asking, well, telling, but I also felt it utterly necessary. I need his hand on my cock, whatever the cost.

He pressed his perfect lips back to mine as a tanned hand fell between us. Gently, more gently that I had ever expected he circled his hand around my shaft, spreading the little bead of pre-come over my sensitive head with his thumb.

I let out a languid moan that caused the prince to smirk against my lips. I may have felt silly, but my dick sure did not and because of that I let myself thrust into the prince's palm – eliciting yet more noises from me.

The prince lifted his lips from mine. "Here, tell me if this feels good." I opened my eyes to watch the prince press our two cocks together and start working them as one with his large palm.

The contrast was immense – his dark skin, my pale skin, his heat, my chill… "God, yes!" I hissed bringing my own hand down to wrap it around the side where his hand was not, my fingers overlapping his.

"You like that?" The prince grunted while bucking into both our wet palms and against my needy shaft.

"More…" Was all I managed to moan.

We fell into a steady, euphoric pace with both our eyes held downcast to watch our ministrations. I only encountered one problem – as the pace of the prince's heart picked up so did the scent of his blood. I did not necessarily feel hungry, but the burn in my throat was still there, and my mouth, little by little, started to fill with venom.

My weary eyes travelled up the prince's body only to connect with the thumping vein near the side of his neck. I tore my eyes away and forced myself to look back between the prince and I, but that is when I noticed that long, thick, blood riddled vein following the length of his dick.

My eyes widened and I reflexively shoved the prince away. No way, no way would I think about feeding from there. What kind of male was I? That has to be sacrilege!

As soon as his hand and dick left me I mourned the loss. I should not have done that. I wanted them back…

"Edward, what's wrong?" The prince asked. Both our cocks were hard and at attention, his hand still slowly pumping his own.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Sorry. I, uhh, slipped." Terrible lie, the floor was not even slippery.

He dropped his hand from himself. "If you want to stop…"

"No!" I reached forward, pulling the prince back to me. Without thought I covered my lips with his, yet now more than ever his pulse was strong and his heart rapid.

His lips sensually glided over mine, although he did not move to deepen the kiss. Pressing me back into the wall he lifted his lips away. "I wish I could feel you from the inside." The prince murmured while pressing warm kisses along my jaw line. Even though I really should not have, I groaned at the thought.

I did not know the first thing about sexuality, especially my own, but I could take a hint. Every part the prince has, I liked. Every part the prince has, I wanted on me, yet there is one particular part I would not mind feeling in me.

"Nobody is stopping you." I whispered in reply.

The prince pulled his face away from mine, but not before he left a few warm kisses on my lips. "Edward," He smiled softly, "have you ever even done anything like this?" I shook my head no. "Then it's better that I keep wishing."

I frowned, rather disbelieving. "But…" That just so happened to be the most intelligible response I could come up with.

The prince dragged his hands through the sides of my soggy hair. "Don't get me wrong. I'd love nothing more than to fuck you right here and now. I Just, I don't know, I don't want you doing anything you could regret."

I cocked a brow. "Regret having sex with the prince?"

He playfully pressed his lips to my temple just before he gave me a cocky little grin. "I know, hard to believe, but you know what they say."

I smiled back at the price. "And what do they say?"

"Oh, you know, that anything's possible." The prince gave me such a happy smile I felt like my chest might burst. The prince quickly turned around and shut off the water. "Come on, let's get you dry."

The prince opened the shower door for me and I stepped out onto the white fuzzy mat. The prince followed while pulling a towel off the silver railing by the shower and draping it around my shoulders. He grabbed another one for himself and did the same.

I watched as he dried himself, eventually working his way to his hair and making quite the mess of it.

Holding the oversized towel tightly around me I laughed lightheartedly. "If only you could see how handsome you look right now." I meant it; he looked dazzling all damp and hair array.

He gave me a big gorgeous smile. "Ooh, flattery! I love it – I think you just made my conceited little heart skip a beat!"

Oh LAWD I'm a tease!

Before Edward had to go and ruin it was it at least a little hot?