A/N: All characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended.

Feral

"Alice, let me check the grounds," I said, straining to resist her offer. "You know I won't relax until I know you're safe,"

"Jasper, hurry," she said, jangling the key in her hand. She was affecting my self-control; my eagerness to be with her was translating to her impatience.

In a blink, I circled the motel's immediate perimeter, noting the exits and entrances to the structure. I forayed a larger area on my second pass, familiarizing myself with the smells and sounds that were typical. Understanding what was normal was key to understanding when things were amiss. I picked up our scent in the underbrush of the forest behind the motel, and followed it in to room nineteen.

I rapped on the door twice, waited a beat and knocked once more. Alice opened the door without looking at me, already turning to sit on the bed. "I could have told you we were alright, Jazz."

The room was stark and sterile, a typical motel room. I leaned my head back against the door as the lock smicked closed. "Darlin', I know that. I just needed to see for myself."

"Well," she said, mischief coloring her tone, "Now that you've seen the grounds, what else would you like to see?" She sat pertly on the edge of the bed, feigning an innocence that was undermined by her sensuality. She was sin and salvation in one irresistible package.

"Why Miss Alice, how you do talk," I drawled. I began to unbutton my shirt as I pushed off from the door. I walked to her slowly, dropping my shirt. Her eyes were hungry, her expression searing. She licked her lips as I came to stand in front of her. "I do believe we have a workout in store?"

Alice responded with her hands, grasping my belt buckle and undoing it in a touch. She was anxious for my body, as anxious as I was for hers. I felt her desire fueling mine, my lust stoking the flames of hers. This was the only time I had to control my gift around Alice; our sexual drives, when heightened, could lead to harm and our very destruction. I slowly and carefully pulled my lust back, taming the fire within me. Alice dropped my pants and pulled out my erect member, her lips on the head before I was undressed.

I had made love to women before Alice, but I never experienced anything like her hungry caresses on my cock. This woman could suck, stroke and lick like no woman I'd ever met. The slick wetness of her mouth soothed the almost painful swelling of my shaft and teased it into a still harder state. Never in a hundred years had a woman so enraptured me. I looked down to her head bobbing on my cock and thought, She is my wife. "Careful, there, little lady, I'm not quite ready yet. I still need to see you," I breathed. "All of you."

Alice pulled away from my cock with a smack. She reached up, resting her hands on my shoulders and pressing me into a turn that ended with me sitting on the bed before her. Her hands lifted to her waist, pulling her blouse and undergarment over her head. As I undid her pants and pushed them down her legs, she once again rested her hands on my shoulders. My mouth followed the trail of her pants, with my lips brushing like breath down her legs, as I exposed Alice's beautiful, pale body. I planted tiny kisses along the inside of her leg as I made my way back up. When I reached her downy mound, my lips formed a circle over her as I exhaled onto her clitoris. Her hands reflexively knotted in my hair, and I felt her knees go weak.

Tiny Alice fell into my arms, and I pulled her on top of me on the bed. Her breath misted around my lips like an intoxicant, and I inhaled her deeply. Her taste lingered on my tongue, in my head, my senses filled with her. "Alice," I breathed, closing my eyes and inhaling her aroma again. "You smell… Mmmm."

Her mouth crushed over mine, her little pointed tongue darting over my lips, into my mouth, against my tongue. I answered her in like language, letting my tongue play against hers, tasting her mouth. The flavor of her breath was like caramel and cinnamon, sweet and hot. I felt my need growing as I pressed my tongue into her mouth.

She pushed up to sit on top of me, her hands still on my shoulders. I was flat on my back, her pert breasts before me. I wanted to taste her nipples, stroke her breast in my hand, caress her, but her hands pinned me against the bed. "I believe there was some talk about nineteen?" she asked, looking into my eyes.

"Why, yes there was, ma'am. It would be my pleasure," I teased. I held out my hand to help Alice turn around on top of me. She pushed her perfect ass toward my face and let her face fall to my crotch. That sweet mouth glided down over my straining member just as my tongue tasted her honeyed pussy and pushed inside her. She licked up the shaft with her tongue swirling expertly; I slowly withdrew my tongue, letting the tip flick along her lips. Once more she hungrily ate the entirety of my erection, and once again I plunged my tongue into the musky sweetness of her sex. She sucked my cock, all of it in her mouth, and cupped my balls. I sucked her box, darting my tongue in and out of her in a smaller version of the fucking we both craved.

"Alice," I breathed into her. I didn't' want to come, not yet, not like this.

"I know, pumpkin," she sighed as she released my cock from her mouth. Her hands held my balls, her fingertips pressing up against the root of my cock. "It's just, my God, Jasper, you taste so fucking good. Your balls are mine." I felt my dick dance as she swore; the words were for me, because of me. Her dirtiness drove me wild.

She pulled her ass toward my cock, still facing away from me. I watched as her tiny pussy slowly descended over my manhood, a soft groan escaping her lips. She was moving so slowly, gently, dulcetly down my shaft, I could do nothing but watch her descend. As she swallowed me whole, my hands reached for her hips, lifting her so she could repeat the process. She obliged, again and again, and I was lost in the sweet agony of it all.

My consciousness was consumed by Alice's movements over me. I felt my hips moving, thrusting up to meet her, shortening the gap of time as she moved. I felt curiosity welling inside my head, and the heat of violence growing in my breast. I wanted her to move faster, to ride me, hard, heavy and breathless. I sat up and pulled her legs out straight. I caught her as she began to fall forward, a little "oh" escaping her lips.

In a flash, I was above and behind her, her face in the sheets of the bed, my cock driving deep. I pulled her onto to my shaft, bouncing her body like a plaything for my pleasure. The lust roared in my ears, and I felt savage, untamed and feral. I was aware of my name being called urgently, but the direction or source didn't matter. A low, ferocious growl erupted up through my chest and out of my throat, vicious and violent. I was wild, a beast, an animal and she was –

"Jasper!" Alice yelled my name again, as I came to my senses.

"Alice! Oh God, Alice! Are you hurt?" I stopped moving entirely, aware for the first time. "This isn't me! There's someone else, something –"

"Oh my God, Jasper, yes! I'm okay, I'm better than okay, I –" she started, then broke off into stillness. Her eyes glazing over in vision. "Go see what it is, Jasper. Hurry!"

I was off the bed and in my pants before she finished. I ran outside, pursuing the trail of emotional wildness. The darkness held no secrets from me, and yet I was unable to find the owner of the wild emotions that had temporarily possessed me. The feeling began to recede, and vanished altogether as I crossed the track Alice and I had made coming in. The familiar scent held a muskiness that belonged to neither of us. I followed that smell to the room, where a cloud of it hung outside our window.

I pushed open the door. "Alice, they're gone – whoever it was." I picked up my shirt and pushed my arms through the sleeves. "Stay inside. Wait for my knock, and keep the door locked until you know it's me." I turned to go back outside, and hesitated at the door. "Did you see anything? Do you see anything? Will you be safe"

"I wasn't watching before," she said, staring into space directly before her. "I see you running a patrol, but you don't find anyone. Animals in the brush, but nothing else. I'm okay," she said, as the vision broke and she met my gaze.

I nodded and left the room.

I swept the perimeter more than a dozen times, never finding the scent anywhere other than the trail that led to our room. Alice was right; there was nothing to find other than the few animals that shivered and hung back in the bush, frightened by my patrol. I returned to the room, a mixture of dissatisfaction and concern hanging about me like a blue fog.

I began my knock as Alice opened the door. She was on the phone. "No, we're outside of Seattle. We can meet up at the house." She paused, listening. "Yes, I know. I saw that, too. She won't know we're back. She's hanging out with a… friend. Have you talked to Edward?" Listening again, she looked up at me. "Oh, ok. No, I haven't either, but I was hoping…" The pain in her eyes was obvious; Edward was still out of reach. "Ok, then we'll see you tomorrow. We'll run ahead and get the house ready. It will be dark when you get home. You should probably eat before you come into Forks, and tell Rose not to wear that dress unless she never wants to wear it again. Bye." She turned to me. "Didn't find anything?"

"No."

"I talked to Carlisle. They're coming back to Forks with Emmett and Rosalie. Edward is still out of reach." She watched me, her eyes trained to mine, as if waiting for my reaction. I looked down, remorse creeping back into my form as I stood by the door.

"I can't figure out who or what is tracking us. They move like a frightened animal, but their moves definitely follow our path. Every so often I get a twinge of curiosity, but it's mainly feral anger, a rage." I looked up at Alice, watching me from the bed. "I was afraid I'd hurt you, darlin'. I was afraid I'd destroy us both."

Alice stood and walked to me. She slipped her tiny hands into mine and looked up into my face. "Jasper," she said, eyes bright, "You can't hurt me. You won't, I know that. I've seen it. We are tied together forever, my sweet, and there will never ever be a day when you forget that. Never."

"Thank you, sweetheart," I said, swallowing the catch in my throat. How I loved this woman. "Did Carlisle say anything about Edward? Is he coming home?"

Alice winced and looked down. "No, he's still… away." I knew my wife. She saw more than she was saying.

"I wish I could take it all back, Alice."

She returned her gaze to meet mine. "It's not your fault, Jasper. It's not."

"Alright," I said, trying to accept what she offered me once and for all. She radiated confidence in her answer, and I knew what she said was her truth. I resolved to make it my truth as well.