Chapter 10 - Emotional Overload
Out in the parking lot, Jasper reaches for your keys. You hand them over without even a token protest and allow him to assist you into the passenger side. The way your mind is racing right now, you know you wouldn't be able to concentrate on driving.
You are relieved to see an empty driveway when you arrive home and are thankful Charlie seems to be working a normal shift today. Parking the truck, Jasper pulls you out the driver's side along with him, and carries you into the house bridal style. Closing and locking the front door, he strides easily into the living room and settles onto the couch with you in his lap.
You look up into his black eyes and feel his dominance and authority grow exponentially, until the air around you seems to be crackling with it. His voice is low and gruff, full of his natural southern accent as he demands, "How do you know so much?"
"I read?" Well, it's true.
"Don't play games," he growls warningly.
"No, really. I read all that stuff on the internet," you protest. Ah, the internet. Man's new best friend. Providing countless hours of reading pleasure with our favorite characters . . .
"I'm not referring to your knowledge of the War, little lady," he snarls. "How did you know to send me your emotions? How did you know Alice wouldn't get hypothermic in her outfit? That Rose likes to work on cars and Em has a thing for irritable grizzlies? Why were you not surprised when Edward tried to attack you? Or about our sense of smell? Or my ability to keep anyone from noticing while I licked your skin? Your comments, actions, and emotions have given you away all day. Your level of understanding and acceptance has been much too high given the behaviors you've witnessed."
Busted! Okay, so what do I tell him? I can't tell him the truth, can I? He'll think I'm nuts. Or worse, a body snatcher. Should I tell him it's a dream? Maybe I could say I visited the other dimension, my universe, in an out-of-body experience and read the information there. That's pretty close to the truth. I have no idea how to explain the whole interdimensional travel thing though, and I know he'll want answers, if only to make sure it doesn't happen again.
"Don't bother lying to me," he warns.
Oops. Guess I was taking too long to answer.
"I just know shit," you blurt out, stealing one of Peter's famous lines. You hope this Peter is like the one IdreamofEddy imagined. Her version of Peter was eagerly accepted and fleshed out by the fan fiction crowd, until he took on a life of his own. The depth and regularity of his character is such that casual readers would mistake the sarcastic, fun-loving, 'I just know shit' Peter as canon, but truthfully, Meyer barely mentioned him.
"Oh, no, not another one," Jasper mutters. His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out to read a text, which you see as well:
She's not as cool as me. ; P
Jasper groans and flips it shut, then glares at you, eyebrow raised in challenge. "Why are you so damn happy?"You are excited enough to start bouncing in Jasper's lap and notice his eyes getting darker, beginning to smolder. "Peter's a snarky, cryptic know-it-all, isn't he?"
Jasper frowns in displeasure. "Yes he is. Do you know him?" His tone takes on an accusatory edge near the end.
"No, I just know he's your brother, and he was there for you when you needed him the most," you admit.
Jasper studies you curiously and slowly nods. "What else do you know?"
"Enough. I know the basic gist of the backgrounds of your family members," you confess. "It gives me some insights into their characters, but isn't all that helpful otherwise. My info isn't all that accurate like Peter's is. For instance, my info told me you were happily marred to Alice, but after the way you've behaved today, I'm guessing that report is false. Not that I'm complaining."
He leans forward, deliberately blowing on your face, so each of your breaths are saturated with his scent. "Do you know what I am?"
"Sexy?" you breathe out, slightly dazed.
His lips twitch, but he asks again, "What am I?"
"Hot as fuck?"
His eyes darken to full black and dart down to your lips, before returning to capture and enrapture you in his seductive gaze. "Besides that."
"Everything I could ever want and more?"
His lips pull into a smile, his eyes briefly lighting with amused pleasure. "Yes, my mate, but what am I?"
Your eyes widen, hearing him claim you with his words, and the only answer that makes sense in that moment is, "MINE!"
With a deep groan, he captures your lips with his, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and running his chilly tongue along it. As if a switch has been flipped, your body begins moving of its own accord, your fingers finding their way into his curly locks, the color of ripe wheat in the late afternoon sun. You delight in the feel of his hair on your skin, like the soft, silky fur of a house cat. You give in to the urge to rub and pet his head, as you would a cat or dog, and the subsequent purring is startling and unexpected.
Though you had read more than one fan fiction story that had vampires purr for their mates, and thus expected that to be a possibility, this wasn't the gentle continuous rumble of a contented tabby. This was the majestic roaring purr of a lion or panther, produced only when exhaling. It was similar to growling, but was quite clearly a sound born of pleasure.
You melt into your mate, fully relaxing and willingly submitting to his attentions. His tongue delves into your mouth, coaxing your tongue to participate in an ancient dance of give and take. As his purring begins, his tongue starts thrusting in rhythm, mimicking the movement of another part he wants to bury within your moist heat. Your arousal floods your panties, preparing your body to answer the siren call of your mate in the natural progression of intimacy between soul mates who are safe and alone, each attuned to the needs of the other.
Wanting . . . needing more, seeking a deeper connection, you move to straddle him. He pulls away from your lips allowing you to inhale a few deep breaths to saturate your lungs. His eyes seem to reflect the night sky, complete with shiny stars, though in reality it's still a couple of hours before sunset. Whimsically, you search for the North Star to guide you home.
It already has, you realize, smirking. Here in Jasper's arms is more home than anywhere else has ever been.
You grind down, seeking friction at your core, and he adjusts your position to line you up perfectly with his pleasure pole, so it rubs along your slit and bumps against your clit just right.
"Oh, yes! Just like that!"
Your shirt and bra seem to magically disappear from one moment to the next, leaving Jasper feasting his eyes on your perky tits and puckered nipples. Then his top teeth are suddenly slicing through the flesh above your heart. You gasp, expecting pain, but the sting is brief before Jasper's emotions are flooding your system with possessiveness, lust, love, and protectiveness, silencing any lingering fear or doubt that he had momentarily lost control of his thirst.
No, this bite was deliberate, to serve a purpose, to place a claim. He's marking me!
Retracting his teeth from the wound, he pulls back slightly, watching in fascination as the blood wells up to fill the void and spills over. Several lines begin running down your chest each taking a different path over and around your breast. He only watches for a second before licking the wound closed, trapping and sealing the pool of blood behind it, making the area a bright bluish-purple.
He then follows the lines of blood, slowly with his tongue, savoring the flavor of your most precious elixir. He shares the feelings with you, and your eyes roll back in your head, feeling as if the most delicious substance ever is coating your tongue and seducing your taste buds. It is smoother than the finest chocolate, creamier than the richest cream, and sweeter than honey, but not cloyingly so. The taste itself cannot be defined in your mind, but it is far and above anything else you've ever tasted. It's rich, light, and instantly addictive, like an orgasm for the mouth.
Beyond the exquisite taste sensation, each swallow causes explosions of ecstasy in your brain, as if you're high as kite, on top of the world. There are bursts of power to the muscles in your arms and legs, making you feel stronger, faster, invincible.
Then, in addition to all of that is the peaceful contentment, the inherent rightness of intimacy and trust with one's mate, and the sexual excitement of tasting the world's finest dessert on the bare skin of one's partner. He saves the nipple for last, finally latching on and laving it with his tongue, cleaning up the final drops of crimson from your lily white skin.
As the taste sensations fade, the sexual feelings increase and are just as euphoric and intense. His fingers are twisting, pinching, and tugging at the other nipple, and his pelvis moves faster, bucking up into your pussy. He's panting and moaning now, while still making his strange purring noise that sounds halfway between a cough and a growl.
From every point of connecting flesh, Jasper is receiving every bit of the bliss and desire you feel from receiving physical gratification from your lover and sending it right back to you, amplified by his own sexual ecstasy. It only takes a few cycles of ever increasing lust, desire, and pleasure to send you soaring to heights you've never before known.
Of course, with your emotions so closely linked, Jasper is flying along with you, helping to prolong the moment far beyond the usual seconds into the minutes. It's more than double the pleasure, even more than quadruple the pleasure. Not only are you bombarded with both your own and his sexual rapture, but also his emotional response to your climax, your emotional response to his climax, your ecstasy at his emotional response to you, and his ecstasy for your emotional response to him. It's all woven together into a giant tapestry of exhilarating, transcendent emotions wrapped tightly around the two of you, binding your souls together and merging them, becoming part of the fabric and sewing them together to make a single piece.
The crescendo of your orchestral feelings begins to overwhelm you, becoming too powerful for your human mind to contain, and you feel the seam begin to tear.
"Jasper!" you keen, but he has felt your distress and is already acting to correct the problem, pulling the emotions into himself, absorbing them to keep them from drowning you. He keeps you afloat on a sea of calm contentment, as you slowly recover and resurface into reality.
Holy fuckaroonie! We didn't even take off our pants! See, this right here is why I am solidly Team Jasper. The moment his true capabilities dawned on me, I knew I could never do better, because HOT DAMN, empaths do it best!
"I tell you what. . . You make me feel like that at least ten times a day, every day for the rest of eternity, and I'll give you anything you want. How's that for a deal?" you offer, with a satiated sigh.
"Anything?" he purrs seductively.
"Anything," you promise.
"Tell me what you know," he demands.
You huff and roll your eyes, considering that a wasted wish, even if your body isn't quite ready for round two just yet. Every nerve ending is still screaming Jasper's name in an 'adoring fan' kind of way, ultra sensitive to his lightest touch, the brush of his fingers or lips against your overheated skin.
"You're a vampire," you proclaim. "All the Cullens are vampires and the Quileutes are shapeshifters.
He nods slowly. "I knew you knew, though I don't know how you know."
"I just know shit," you remind him.
He rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to reply when he suddenly shuts it again with a snap and a growl. Quick as a wink, Jasper's shirt is on your body, and he's in front of you in a defensive crouch.
"Somebody's coming," he hisses.
"Friend or foe?" you ask, but he doesn't answer. His head is tilted as if he's listening to something far away. Well, far by human standards anyway.