Five Seconds To Death Chapter 10

Author : Lifeless Lyndsey

Pairing: This was tough to pick. Mainly, it's JasperxBella through the whole fic, with a side of JasperxPeter, PeterxBella, JasperxPeterxBella (take your pick. it rotates) Some PeterxOC, but thats finished this chapter.

Warning: M for language, lemons, slash, possible threesomes, possible gore.

Word Count: 5.5k! A biggen' for me.

Beta: Hootysgirl is filling for this chapter

Disclaimer: I own nearly nothing , not the characters, not the Bella, not Jasper, but maybe a little bit of the Peter.

A/N: So it's been a while, yes. This story has just not been coming to me, but today BAM, outta no where I was like "I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING NOW" and I do. So I bring you a much bigger chapter. It's pretty jumpy, perspective wise, so bare with me. There is some memory-type things in here, where Jasper and Peter are recollecting, so just remember, Maria isn't actually there. Hopefully I wrote it clearly enough. I really do think I'll be writing for this more often, if it keeps coming to me like it did today. Just know that I won't abandon it. Never that.

Previously

"Look, fuck. It was a long ass time ago, before you, the Cullens, or even Alice. Peter and I were...we were..."

"You were what?" she asked her eyes narrowing and I spit out a word before she could find the real truth.

"Together." In love. Mates. A fucking mess. "We were together. For a real long time, we were together."

There was nothing in her that told me she knew the truth, not even an ounce of surprise or suspicion lingering behind the cloud of confusion and anger. "Then what?" she asked, brow furrowed. "What happened to you two?

And now...

JASPER

"Peter came to our compound human," I began the tale I really did not want to get into, ever, with anyone. "He was a mouthy shit then, too. I could taste the fear all over him, and then...well, I wasn't the man I am today, Bella. I was a monster, hand crafted by the devil herself."

"Maria," Bella breathed, eyes lashes fluttering. "You changed him didn't you?"

"I did," I nodded shortly. "But...not for a long time. See...Peter was given to me for good behavior. Like a fucking box of chocolates to be savored, but eventually eaten." I still remembered Maria's bright eyed look when she'd brought him in, hog tied and gagged.

"I can't...I don't think. This is hard for me Bella," I rasped, leaning back against the wall with my eyes closed.

"Look at me, and...think it then," she offered. "Mostly, what I see is pictures anyway. Pictures and...feelings. Sometimes thoughts, but mostly I see things inside my head how others see things in theirs. When you were looking at Peter outside, I saw how you saw him."

"Bella I don't know..." I began, because what could she see? There was so much. But...there was so little too. So very little. It had never been said that we were mated, but it was clear that we were in love. We knew, and then Maria, but it didn't have to come that far, she didn't have to see that.

"Jasper, I need to know that I can trust you. That you won't lie to me. Give me this, okay? I...I won't pry. Just show me...what you want me to know, only show me. More than words."

"Okay."

She grabbed my face, focusing her eyes on mine as I gave her everything I had.

Unlike the memories of my human years, these memories would be forever burned in me. There were some things you just didn't forget, and some things you made sure you didn't. These were them.

These were my defining years.

'Mijo,'she purred, hand fluttering across my shoulder as she circled me, her finger nails tearing it with intent. 'Look what I have brought you.'I hadn't given Peter a second glance; he wasn't the first gift she'd brought.

But this was different, the glint in her eyes telling me so, as clearly as her mischievous air. 'I see you looking at the boys sometimes, Mijo.'

I sucked in a breath, sharp and startled. My secret was my sin. Played like the winning hand at poker. 'I apologize.'

Her laugh still sounded like bells to me, as she shook her pretty head and ran a rough hand through Peter's hair.'Oh no, mijo, you misunderstand. I do not care where you take your pleasures. For what greater pleasure is there then our blood lust, the same pleasure that damns us? No there is no greater pleasure, nor sin, than that. This lust for your own, it is such a small thing in the grander scheme. He is yours, pretty boy, and I want you to have him.'

I frowned, feeling nothing from Peter, but hearing his heart spike sharply.'I would rather not, Maria,'I argued, as gently as one argued with Maria. 'I am not comfortable...'

'Oh but see, he is like you!'She exclaimed, clapping her hands together. 'A rare breed you pair are, I have learned, but he likes boys. I saw him looking, I could taste his lust. And he's so pretty, my Major. Don't you want him?'

He was beautiful, by human standards, with wide blue eyes and a mouth made for sins only sailors spoke of. I'd like him, but that didn't mean I wanted him. It was the last thing I wanted, really. It was the only thing I had yet to succumb too, the last of my lines I'd yet to cross. I was a man, a man to be swayed by the soft curves of a woman. No doubt that I was, for women had always had their appeal, but for a man... the hardness, the sharp edges, the durability and just the thought of calloused fingers...

'You want him,'she hissed at me, mouth curved up into a wicked smile. "Make him yours, my Major. Take him. Break him."She made it an order, giving me no choice but to obey.

In the end, I did manage two out of three.

Where he had started as a reluctant order, he quickly changed into a challenge. He was mortal yes, soft and human, but seemingly unbreakable. I felt nothing for him, but he felt things, surely, as he stared at me with burning eyes and a terrible smile on his face. "I don't like boys," he said, the first word out of his mouth. "I like men."

I sucked in a breath, tasting him in it. For all that I dominated on the battle field; my young face had always served to irritate me. In the beginning, I looked harmless; a pretty adornment at Maria's side. But the scars grew one by one, marking me for the monster I was. He couldn't see them, he didn't know. To him, I was a boy on the cusp of manhood, where I would forever be. He was clearly older than me, with stubble on his chin, and infant wrinkles at his eyes.

However that wasn't what had me hissing. It was what he said, how he said it, so nonchalant and honest. "I like men." That was more than I could say, and he was just a powerless human. In that moment, I did want him, wanted him on his knees, and I wanted to break him.'You'll find it unwise to judge a man by his face around here,' I growled, watching sweat rise on his brow.

His blue eyes went wider, but he never wavered, looking up from where he was still tied to the ground. 'You'll never break me.'

'Oh but I think I'll enjoy trying.'

For a long time, I kept him human, a secret which no one besides Maria, Peter and I really knew. It seemed irrelevant, but it wasn't. I had found my match in a human, a mortal man who bowed to no one. For weeks, months maybe because what is time to the timeless, I toyed with him. Really it was he toying with me, pushing me further than where my lines lay comfortably. He never asked what we were, for it was obvious. Really, he asked very little at all.

At first, I took my pleasure in scaring him, watching that delicious sweat rise up against his skin. His heart would hammer against his chest. I would watch him like that, covered in fresh blood, with my eyes ruby bright. Feeding always left me a little maniacal, back when the fear was heady and undeniably arousing.

It did not take long for Peter to catch onto to my games. I came to him when I was burning at my hottest, freshly fed and aroused. It was then that he came to play back, in a game I couldn't name. I would find him where I left him, manacled to a shoddy bed in chambers specifically appointed to me by Maria herself.

At first, he would freeze in fear, but soon my presence became common to him. I would walk in to find him sprawled out across his cot, shirtless and filthy and grinning like a cat. So very Peter. I remember the first time I found him; hand in his britches without a care in his world. I couldn't fathom even the idea of touching him like that, but he was beautiful, all sprawled out and languid. He came while I watched, pretty jets of white painting his tan skin. I remember, oh god, I remember wanting to lick a trail right through it.

I had high tailed it out of my rooms faster than he could blink. I was hard, and ashamed. I was a man, no matter what Maria promised, it didn't feel right to me. It felt like a sin. I picked a fight in the newborns quarters and killed ten before Maria herself took it out of my pretty, sparkling hide.

Break him, she had ordered, but he was breaking me and she was watching, cackling all the while. I returned to him the next day, his food in hand, a bowl of fruit I'd taken from a village freshly raided. As I remembered, fruit like this was always a commodity. My mother had made strawberry jam in glass jars that caught the sun much like my teeth did now.

I handed him the bowl, turning even as he took it. His voice scratched when he spoke, he had little reason to use it. "Stay."

I didn't know then what I knew now, so when I froze at the door, I was confused. Turning on my heel, I eyed him. 'Why should I?'

'Because you want to, don't you ever do what you want?'He asked, biting into one of the red berries. His teeth were very straight, if they weren't all too white. His smile was dimpled and impish and dangerous, I thought.

I snarled, stalking forward till I was towering over him. He didn't move, simply looked up at me, and bit into another berry, warm breath fanning over my crotch, I'd come to stand so close. 'What do you know? What do you care? You're a slave.'

He gave me a funny look; a slant of the brow and a quirk of his lips, as he looked around his comfortable little living area. There were books, fresh blankets, and a new bowl of water and a clean towel at the end of the bed on the little desk I'd found and brought. There was even a paper wrapped pack of Bull Durham smoking tobacco, though I'd never let him have his own matches. I would confess to no one that the cigarettes had been more for me. I found that I greatly enjoyed watching him smoke them.

His eyes caught mine as he smiled at me, sweeping up his smokes. He shook one loose, holding it for me to light. The small box of matches shook loudly in my pocket where I kept them, and I struck one quickly, watching his lungs contract as he inhaled. 'I'm not a slave,' he said, blowing a set of smoke rings my way. The smoke was bitter, but I could smell the scent of his mouth in it, the scent of him beneath the dryness. 'I'm a pet. A well...cared for pet. You dote on me, Major.'

I looked away, ashamed. He should have been done by now. Done and broke, and dead. It was a wonder why Maria let me by so easily, but I did believe that my conundrum amused her greatly. I had yet to take him, yet to make him really mine. He was right, he was a pet, and certainly dotted upon. 'Were you a good pet, you would do as I tell you and shut your mouth.'

His grin turned wicked, in a way a slaves never would, as he stubbed out his cigarette on my hand! I growled, but he didn't flinch, clearly trusting in a way that made my skin crawl. 'Maybe,' he said, picking up another strawberry. It painted his lips red as he bit into it, almost like an illusion, a pretty illusion, of blood.'Maybe you should tell me to do something worth my while.'

He licked his lips and I watched, feeling myself harden in my pants. He knew it, and played his dangerous games none the less. Something, Lord only know what it could have been, but something broke in me, watching him sit there, practically between my legs, looking up at me with his mouth like that, wet and wanting.

I had always had a thing for mouths.

'Touch yourself.'

The words were tore out of me in a growl, and I took not a step back as I made the order, simply watched him sink his hands into his trousers, and free his manhood. It was thick, and red with blood, the darkened head peeking out of his fisted hand. It was by far the most erotic thing I had ever seen and I felt my hands clench and unclench before I was sinking them into his hair.

'Go on,'I ordered, and watched his hand stroke down then up, fingers tinted pink with berry-juice. I could smell his come, smell his sweat, but I could never, ever smell him. Even so, what I could smell made me growl with that forbidden want. Oh, I wanted. He watched me, eyes locked on mine; the entire time till I could no longer take it, crushing him forward till his mouth was pressed against me through my britches.

His breath fanned across my hard cock, hot and wet as he panted, shoulder working faster and faster, wrists twisting and flicking as he worked himself, and me, further and further, and further till I felt him come, spraying hard across my knees.

'Lemme touch you,' he whispered, right against my cock, come soaked hand pushing up my shirt. He smeared himself against my stomach, rubbing it into my impermeable flesh. 'Come on, lemme touch you, Major.'

'No,' I muttered, tearing myself away from him. His hand reached out to me, and that was what broke me.

It was all uphill, or downhill depending on how you spun it, from there. I gave in to him because he asked and because I wanted it. I might have made him mine, might have took him but I never broke him, not nearly as much as he broke me. Things between us were intense, always so intense. We burned, together mostly, and sometimes each other and I fell so deeply in love with him I didn't even notice.

He'd been with me a year as a human, as a plaything, a pet, when Maria put her foot down. I'd had my fun, and she'd let it be, but I was becoming distracted.

'Kill him', she ordered coldly with a smile still etched in her face. He was there still manacled to his bed, where he'd spent a year as my pet.

PETER

I couldn't stand there and listen to him beg me to lie and say we were nothin'. Couldn't do it. Couldn't say it, no more, not again. I ran like a bitch yeah, but maybe that was better. All I could think of now was the way he'd pressed me into the fuckin' mud, the way he'd kissed me once again, only to fuck off and pretend I was shit. Who the fuck knew? Maybe he wasn't pretendin' anymore. It used to be so easy; so damn easy. What the fuck had happened?

'Lemme touch you,' I remember whispering, the outline of Jaspers dick pressed into my cheek. I remember the cool of his body pressed to me, fingers digging into my hair as delicately as he could. He always fell on the harder edge of pain, but I embraced it. I welcomed it. I wanted it. 'Come on, lemme touch you, Major.'Just let me feel.

'No,' he murmured, pullin' himself away. His hand curved over my jaw, I remember that, the way he'd always touch my fuckin' mouth, just brush a thumb across my lips and growl and stomp away like he'd done wrong. What a fucking mess. He was hurtin', I could tell, and I didn't like that I'd done that, that I'd made him hurt like that. Some days, I didn't really understand.

I reached for him, outta reflex more than much else, but he paused, frozen in place where my hand had caught his fancy military trousers. The come on my hands looked less bright against the pearl sheen of his stomach, and I rubbed it in, fingers tippin' into his navel. He growled, that low dangerous snarl I had come to know as home. I thumbed the button, tuggin' the laces till they were loose around his waist, showing off that sharp 'v' of his hips.

He called me a slave, but that was shit. He doted on me like a lover, mighty like he was courtin' me and I wondered, all the time I wondered if he was just as fascinated with me as I was him. I didn't know what they were, but I had an idea. All that blood, and no heartbeat, no nothin'. They were monsters yeah, straight outta the worst of nightmares. But he was more, I thought, though what did I know?

Because he was a monster, just like all the rest, but I could sometimes see that little glint in those red eyes, that fear and it was heady. He feared me, like I feared him, and who knows, I might'a been his worst nightmare. All I knew is that I never knew a man like him, but I wanted. I played him like a fiddle some days I found myself terrified of the look on his face as he licked his lips and stared at me, lockin' me in that gaze, his mouth still painted red with blood. He fascinated me. Some days though, he was so calm and collected, while other days he just lost his shit. There was just so damn much to him I did not know, and I had always been a damn nosy fucker.

That Mexican bitch thought it was right funny the way her Major seemed to fall over himself for me, maybe not in the most noticeable ways but I noticed. I noticed the way he was always there, the way he stared, the way he snarled when anyone else took to sniffin' at me. I was his, even I knew that, and I'd never been nobodies. I reckon my momma didn't even call me her own, and my daddy sure didn't. I was the last son of a whole lot more, an afterthought of sorts, over looked and no doubt a well-known burden. Wasn't so bad; I was a sneaky shit and that sure as shit served me good.

But I'd been invisible for so long in my world, it was nice to just be seen.

I mighta been a captive but I was taken care of. I'd lived worse lives in my twenty-something years and I wasn't going to complain. I'd seen what they did to those who complained around there, and I knew, oh I knew that my time would come too, but mostly I liked being human; being his human.

I kissed his stomach, sticky with my own damn come, and he lost his shit, pushing me hard against the bed. So young, he looked so damn young, but I knew better than to be fooled by the pretty faces any more. He was older then I but maybe not wiser for it. Crushing me against the bed, he ground against me as green as a teen, and twice as desperate, but he felt damn good in the Texas heat.

'Shhhhh,'I remember murmuring, right against his neck as he growled and whimpered and ran his hands up my ribs, fingers skimming too soft now. He was scared. 'Take it easy.'

He licked his lips and watched my heart hammer in my chest. He did that sometime, like he could hear it, and he probably could. 'I shouldn't do this. This is wrong.'

'Why's that?'I asked, licking a slow line right behind his ear. He purred like a kitten, a sweet little rumble right in his chest and I wondered for all his power who was in charge here.

'Cause I'm a man,'he replied, nosing up my jaw. His hands were wild, touching all that they could, and for all that he was a cold summabitch, I was burning. Raw with need, raw with him, and I wanted more.

Turnin' his face, cause' he let me, I brushed my own thumb across his lip and let myself get lost for a moment in those ruby reds. 'Oh I reckon you're a helluva lot more than that.'

He fucked me then, all eager and intense. Broke two ribs and made me come three times. When I woke in the morning, in the night, whenever it was, he was looking at me with a whole new glint. Possessive, heated, just as raw as I'd been. 'I'll never break you,' he murmured, licking the skin of my wrist. It made my heart pound, to see those teeth like that, and he grinned when my heart raced.

'I hope not.'

Hope in vain, as they say.

Fuck this, I thought, hauling my ass up off the dirt where I had planted it in the middle of the fuckin' forest. I needed...somethin'. I didn't know what but I needed.

JASPER

"What happened?" Bella asked, tearing me outta my shared thoughts. "You turned him?"

I nodded slowly, wondering how she could fucking miss it, fucking miss that burning, yearning, heart breaking love because fuck me I fucking loved him but maybe that hadn't come till later, till...

"He had attributes I thought would commute well into vampire. My inability to alter his moods, and his lack of scent to be sure. Maria saw through me, my reason was as clear of glass. I didn't want to lose him. But...well, it didn't matter because I did anyway."

Bella's hand linked into mine, breaking my damn heart. Here I was pouring my damn soul to my woman about my...my man. "He forgot you? When you turned him?"

Nodding, I looked away, leaning against Peter's ugly ass wall paper. "Yes, and I hadn't expected any less. I only...wanted him to live. Once he was turned, he was treated like any other newborn. There was no other way to deal with him. He learned quickly and he was invaluable. He rose in rank almost faster than I had. He managed to make it past the first year without being burned. He turned out to have a knack for turning newborns without killing them, something Maria valued almost above all else."

She pulled me close, her face reflected in the window of Peter's second story landing. "So what happened? You had to have reconnected, eventually." It was all concern and curiosity, pouring off of her in drowning waves, though I could barely fucking feel it compared to the tsunami that was my guilt. I was such a dick. A hypocritical dick, too.

"Charlotte happened," I said darkly. It was not one my fondest memories, as she could probably tell judging by the sudden tensing of her posture. "She was brought in, as filler mostly. She didn't have any gifts, but she was damn fucking feisty. Peter flocked to her, almost immediately. He always did like the rowdier newborns. He saw something in them, I guess, something that made them fight so hard."

"They fell in love, then?" She asked, so soft and gentle, but it still startled a growl out of me.

"They fucked," I said sharply. "And he cared for her. That was just the way Peter was. He could have loved her yes, but...I didn't like it. I wasn't...how I am today, Bella, you have to understand that. I saw her...with him, and he was mine. I'd made him mine. I reminded him."

"How?" The question was expected, gentle but curious, and she turned my face to look at her as I spoke, picking out the memory from my mind like a peach from a tree.

"I fucked him," I snarled, tensing in her arms. "I took him to my rooms, I was one of the few who had proper rooms, and I fucked him and he liked it and he remembered. We didn't leave for two days, and then Maria showed up, grinning like a cat. She knew..." My words shut down as sharply as I hoped my mind did.

"Knew what?"

"That I loved him." It was honest, if not the answer. "It amused her, I suppose that I had let myself be weakened but she never questioned it."

"Jasper, what happened with Charlotte?"

"She tried to convince him to leave me." I was ashamed, but it was true. She had died because she had tried to take him away from me, even if I knew he'd never ever leave, not like I did. I killed her, fucking killed her, watched her burn and liked it.

Bella held me, crushed me in her tiny arms, till I felt suffocated and good. She knew what I needed, forgiveness and maybe a kick in the ass. "So...where does Alice come in?"

"You know how Peter and I ran away?" I said, and she did, nodding and waving me on. "Well, I didn't do so good...afterward. It was easy to forget that I was killing when it was so damn commonplace, but when...when we had to pace ourselves I was forced to let myself feel and it hurt, it fucking hurt. Peter did what he could, picking out hunts for the worst of human beings and that helped, helped a hell of a lot. But I was still left feeling more than I had in a very long time, and I remembered how I had been, when I was human, wanting men when I knew I shouldn't. Those feelings came back, but Peter worked me through them. He showed me that Maria had been right about one thing, in the grand scheme of things, being with a man was nothing. But then she showed up and well...I took the easier way."

She blinked at me, clearly horrified. "You just...left him, for her, because it was easier to be straight? It didn't have anything to being a vegetarian!"

"Well, yeah it did! Thats...Bella, being with humans has changed who I am for the better, I swear. I think more clearly...I can-"

"I seriously fucking doubt that if you brought me here after all those goddamn years after abandoning him for a woman you're not even with any more! How...how could you be so fucking intensive! He loved you, you goddamn prick and you knew that, I could see it. You knew how much he fucking loved you and you...you ran right back to him as soon as you left Alice." She finished, her anger suddenly melting off to a dangerous calm. "As soon as you knew you were done with Alice, you...ran right to him. Wow. What am I, besides fucking luggage?"

"No, I love you!" I blurted, grabbing her by the forearms. She was right, she was so right, and it hurt because she was going to fucking leave me and I was going to deserve it. It was going to hurt, and I was going to deserve all of it.

She peeled herself out of my arms, glaring coldly as she held her breath and collected her calm. "You go find him; right now. You go find him and you bring him home, or I swear to God I will never forgive you, Jasper Whitlock. He has got to be so hurt right now. Why are you doing this to him? Hot and cold? I know you kissed him, I tasted it on you. How can you keep giving him hope?"

"But you-"

"I think we both know where I fall in the line of things," she said quietly. "But I know you love me. And I know you love him. I can feel it, both of it. It doesn't change anything, you're still...in so much shit. But he belongs here; this is his home. He shouldn't feel so damn unwelcome."

PETER

"Goddamn! Hunter how could you do that?" I wasn't really mad, and he knew it. I was more mad that...well to be honest, I reckon I was spittin' cause I'd been interrupted, as bad as it was. I'd come to him, like I always did, cause the bitch was my friend when all else went to shit. And I didn't have it in me to take my ass home.

He had the balls to laugh at me, fuckin' hootin' and hollarin' like a loon. "How the hell couldn't I? She was fucking beggin' for it. If the Major hadn't had his dick so far up your pretty ass he could have been sticking it to her like she needed."

"He didn't...we haven't! You know we haven't you lil' shit!" I snarled at him, stalkin' forward through the livin' room of his little rented house. He was not quite a nomad, but still without roots. "You ain't gotta get all up in my shit. I thought you wanted out?"

He rolled his eyes at me, wavin' me off like my complaints were nothin'. "Oh come on Petey, admit it, you loved that I did that, that I got what he wanted. That cherry's mine, baby, and she was a screamer. Hate to know what y'all were doing to not hear it."

We sure as fuck weren't in any mind to listen. I shook my head at him, huffing. "You think it's fine and dandy to fuck her, boy you better bend the fuck over because I need it," I said, suprisin' us both. I was all fuckin' uppity from Jaspers shit and Hunter hadn't ever denied me before. My boner might notta been for him, but like it mattered. I needed to get off, and a lil' blow job wasn't gonna cut it.

"Dude," he said petulantly, frownin' at me. "I told you I can't-"

"You can fuck her, you can fuck me, cause' either way you're getting up on the Majors ass," I said bluntly, almost embarrassed I'd so easily labeled myself as such, but it wasn't no secret around these part, save for ignorant little Baby B. "I ain't beggin', I'm tellin'. You want it rough, that's fine with me, but we're gonna fuck, and that's final."

"You're doing this to get back at him," Hunter replied, but his tone was casual and his pants were undone. "Cause you know that shit'll hurt. First her, then you. Goddamn, you want him to kill me?"

"No, I want you to drop your fucking jeans, and bend the fuck over cause' I need to get my dick in somethin' tonight, and baby I don't want your mouth." I wasn't gonna be the only one getting' ass. No doubt Major was already balls deep in her, reaffirmin' his claim, or whatever. I was itchin' and I was twitchin' and I was downright fuckin' pissed. But I was also damn hard.

And he knew it, Hunter always did, the boy could read me like a goddamn book. "Make me," he said, grinning madly.

And then it was on.

I chased him like a scared little rabbit, rushin' out the back door behind him to cut through the thick woods. He could run, oh yeah, but the boy couldn't hide, not from me. I felt the ground tremble beneath me, and jumped as he let it explode, hurling dirt and rocks all around. It cracked, opening like a crater, and he laughed wildly.

"That all you got, baby?" I called out, as I lunged for him. He hadn't heard me, no one ever did, and I took him down with one simple pounce; my hand already tearing at his jeans. He was hard and he smelled like her, but that didn't turn me off, not in the least. Girl smelled good, and I knew it would kill Jasper for me to come home smellin' like the pair of em. I just wanted to hurt him.

I pressed im' face down in the mud, and he let me, wiggling when I yanked on his jeans. I was gonna fuck em' dry, just like that, rough and hard. Make it a punishment, for what I didn't know. I got my jeans down, knees slippin' on the wet ground as I aligned myself, fuckin' against his pert little ass cheeks once or twice.

It hit me like a smack in the fuckin' face, his scent, all the fuck around me, and I felt Hunter tense, and for good damn reason. He was about to get caught fuckin' around with the Majors mate, after fuckin' around with the Majors...side dish. "Oh Jesus Christ, I'm gonna die," I heard em say, scramblin' out from under me like a wet cat.

Jasper rumbled, plowing into me with all he had. His hands were rough, knocking me all to shit as he hauled me up, back pressed against his chest. "Mine," he snarled, glarin' fuckin lasers at Hunter. "Stop touching mine."

And it scared me a lil', I will admit, the way his voice had lost any level of humanity. This was Whitlock of the worst of dreams. His hands ran up and down my chest the same way they had that first night I'd gotten his ass in my bed, too soft, but still lethal. "Mine."

Hunter opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but I shook my head sharply, warning him off. "Run. Just...run. Far, far away."

And the bitch did.

Searing pain burst through me as Jasper sank his teeth into my neck, right where he'd bitten me that first time and that damn pain...it consumed me like a fire, like our damn fire all rekindled, and it hurt but it felt so fucking good.

A/N Bella flipped her fuckin' shit, didn't she! And so did Jasper. More on just what the fuck he was thinking next chapter! It's good to be back!