A/N: Not sure what happened when I loaded the previous chapter. It's labelled as #26 at my end, but it insisted on showing as #27 on the site for some reason. So, no, there's not a chapter missing, FanFiction's just screwing with me. Please proceed…with caution. Can I get an extra squeeze of lemon in that, please? :)
*Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. SM owns all, I'm just playing in her toy box for a while. I promise to clean up before I leave.
Chapter 27
"So, you think Alice knew more than what she told Jasper?"
"Yeah, I do, now. You know, ever since I discovered we were mates, there's been one thing that has bothered me, and I haven't been able to shake it. It's made me consider myself as second best. Alice spoke to Jasper about you, in detail, long before she mentioned my name in the note she left in his book. But she didn't breathe a word to me. Not anything that was blatantly obvious, anyway."
Emmett linked our fingers together, his eyes trained on our hands. "When I met up with you and Jasper on the island, and I found out how long he'd known who you really were to him, it made me feel like…an afterthought. Like Alice knew his and your fates were sealed from the beginning, but you weren't originally destined for me. Like something had happened at the last minute that just threw me in your path by pure chance, luck, not fate at all.
"Alice and Jasper had a special bond, I know that, but she and I were close, too, in our own way. It really hurt when I'd thought she'd discounted me so easily. It made me feel like I wasn't important enough to be in the know."
The penny dropped, and the part I'd played made the guilt sink to the pit of my stomach like a hefty ball of lead. Throughout the dramas of the past few months, I'd focused so much of my attention on Jasper, assuming he'd needed it more, that I'd failed to see the cracks forming in Emmett's easy-going spirit. Beneath the pure strength of his body, mind and character, he was just as breakable as anybody else.
The effort it took to hold back the tears made my eyes sting. "That's why you've been so upset with me, isn't it? I made you feel like you were second best, too."
A single traitorous teardrop escaped my stronghold and ran down my cheek. He wiped it away with the gentle sweep of his thumb. "Don't cry, baby. I know you didn't do it intentionally.
"The pieces are starting to fall into place, and the clues Alice gave me along the way are finally making sense. For whatever reason, I now believe she couldn't be as upfront with me as she was with Jasper. And this barn, along with some other strange things she'd said that I'd passed off as nothing of consequence at the time, proves that I was never irrelevant at all. You were meant for me, from the beginning, and that's all that matters."
"Maybe Rosalie was the reason."
I didn't have to think too hard to know exactly how she would have reacted if, back then, she'd become aware that her husband of so many decades would one day fall in love with me. I didn't have to imagine too hard how painfully she would have made me suffer, either. I shuddered, and it had nothing to do with the weather.
"I really don't want to even think about her right now. I've got much better things on my mind." He crashed his lips down on mine, his tongue plundering my mouth without mercy, his hands desperately seeking skin. As he peeled away our clothing, layer by layer, his forward steps propelled me backward until I touched the wall behind me. "With everything Alice knew, you'd think she'd have warned me to put a damn bed in here, too." He trailed a blaze of open-mouthed kisses down my neck. "Guess we'll just have to make do with what we've got."
Palming my bare ass, he hoisted me off the ground, my legs enthusiastically wrapping around his waist. But when the head of his cock slid between my slit, an acute influx of pain assaulted me, wracked right through my bones and made my head feel as if it was being compressed by a crude, jagged steel vice. I screamed like a banshee, frantically pushing his chest from mine as I unlocked my limbs and scrambled a few feet away as fast as I could. Although, as sharp and aggressive as the pain had been, once I was able to gather my wits and get my breathing under control, it quickly subsided. I was left with nothing more than a dull throb at my temple, and even that minor annoyance disappeared within mere moments.
His panic-stricken eyes scanned over my nakedness before he attempted to reach for me. But as soon as his hand neared, I flinched, fearing the pain would return with a simple touch. He immediately recoiled with apologetic eyes. "What happened? Where did I hurt you?"
I mentally took stock of every inch of my body, confusion overriding the chilling residue of fright. "I…I don't know, but it's gone now."
He wrung his hands together, his biceps bulging with every movement. It was taking all his willpower to keep his distance from me.
Shit, shit, shit! What the hell was wrong with me? The last thing I wanted to do was reject Emmett, in any way, ever again, but an entity much stronger than I seemed hell-bent on stopping me from being intimate with him. Fuck! I pulled at my hair, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. There was…something…something I should know. But I just couldn't put my finger on it.
"Please, talk to me, Bella. You're freaking me the fuck out."
How could I tell him what was wrong when I didn't understand it myself?
"Tell me, baby. What did I do?"
I forced my feet to halt and picked up my flannel shirt, slid my arms into the sleeves and, with trembling hands, held it closed at my breasts. "Oh God, I can't do this. I'm so sorry, Emmett, but I just can't. I need to… I need…"
I needed Jasper, but I couldn't tell Emmett that. Every fiber of my being demanded I return to the house and leap into the security of Jasper's arms. Only his touch would cease the extreme anxiety coursing through me.
"What do you need? Just tell me what it is and I'll make it happen."
He moved toward me again and I held my hand out, a silent warning for him not to advance any closer. If that intense bolt of pain resurfaced I was sure it would send me insane. I quickly turned and bent over to retrieve the rest of my clothes, but before I could fully straighten he was behind me, his arms curled around my waist. I held my breath, waiting for a second attack on my system, though, thankfully, it never came. I slowly exhaled and felt nothing but his inner warmth and love.
He pulled me back against his chest and held me like his life depended on it. "Please, don't leave me, Bella," he pleaded. "I'll do anything, be whatever you need me to be, just, please, don't leave me."
Seemingly out of nowhere, my thoughts turned to something I'd recalled hearing about imprinting. Jacob had said that the wolf felt the innate urge to mark his mate, and the imprint wasn't truly complete until he did. I had an epiphany. Could the answer to our problems really be that simple?
I tapped Emmett's hands until he loosened his grip, and then spun around to return his embrace. The rejection reflected in his eyes threatened to tear open the wounds of my heart that he and Jasper had so carefully mended. "I'm not leaving you, Em. I'll never leave you, no matter what. I promise."
His breath washed over my face as he slowly lowered his head until our foreheads touched. "You really scared me. What happened? After you screamed, the way you looked at me… And then…"
He didn't need to complete his sentences. I could easily fill in the blanks. Amongst the fear that must have marred my face only moments ago, he was intuitive enough to realize who I'd felt the sudden need to run back to.
"Jasper," he murmured, drawing back, his heart painfully shattering right in front of me.
I tightened my arms around his waist, solidifying my decision and refusing to let him go. Anxiety snaked its evil tendrils around me, but I fought the tight constriction of my muscles, fought the temptation of a coward's impulse to run, to protect myself, and never look back. This was it. This was the moment that would define me for eternity. This was the moment I'd both feared and desired, in equal measure. This would change the rest of my life, for better, or for worse. And this would cement an indestructible bond. I don't know how I knew it. I just did.
"Emmett, I want you to bite me."
His gaze locked onto mine and he stiffened, in every aspect, his cock jerking against my lower stomach. "Why the hell would you ask me to do something crazy like that?"
Anticipation unfurled and I shamelessly rubbed myself against him, pulling his mouth down to mine. "Do you love me?"
He closed the distance between our lips and placed the most gentle of kisses. "You know I do."
My hands roamed over his chest and curled around his neck. "Do you trust me?"
His palms snuck beneath the hem of my shirt, grazed over my ass and up my spine, making me shiver. "Yes." A slow grin spread across his face. "Most of the time."
I pushed down on his shoulders, grunting when he didn't budge. "Get on your knees."
His eyebrow cocked toward the ceiling. "Not what I was expecting. Are you goin' all Domme on me, Bella?" When I didn't answer he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth until I moaned. "'Cause if you are, I think I could get into it…with a little persuasion."
He parted my shirt and skimmed his mouth down the center of my body. Once his knees hit the floor, he caressed my thighs, his tongue licking a downward path from my belly button as he leaned back on his haunches, pulling me forward. The first lash against my clit stung, my legs crumbling beneath me, but he held my weight, his cupped hands the perfect seat for my ass. I closed my eyes and clutched his broad shoulders, swallowed the scream hankering to rip out my throat, and pictured the pain as a black bubble floating outside of myself. After a gust of imaginary wind picked it up and carried it on its journey, pleasure hit me like a gunshot and I brazenly bucked my hips against his mouth, seeking more. He sucked my clit between his lips, held me still and rolled his tongue until I was left a panting, boneless mess above him.
As he lowered his hands, I slithered down his chest and straddled his thighs, avoiding the weapon between his legs by backing up a little on his lap. I didn't know if the bubble would come back and I never wanted to experience that initial stabbing pain again.
A sexy smirk played shrewdly on his lips before he pressed them to mine. "Will there be anything else, Mistress Swan? I'll do whatever you want me to. Use me, baby. Use my body for your pleasure."
Only taking the briefest of moments to evaluate my predicament, I quickly decided he was worth the risk. I grabbed hold of the back of his head and moaned against his mouth, pulling the lower half of my body flush against his, his heavy cock trapped between our stomachs. When it became clear that agonizing pain was no longer an issue, I ground my hips, coating his length with slick heat. Fingers splayed on my ass, he squeezed, encouraging me to lift higher and take him in, but there was something else I wanted first.
I wormed my hand down between us and gripped around the base of his shaft, tightening my fist as I slid it up to tease the head with the stroke of my thumb. He hissed as I pumped him, leaning down to take my right nipple into his mouth, exactly where I wanted him.
"Just a little nip, Emmett. I'm offering it to you, willingly, so take it."
His cautious gaze met mine as he lavishly swirled his tongue, taunting the bud to peak to its finest. "I love your little nips. They're perfect, like little cherries."
"I want you to bite me," I sighed, "right there." I rose to my knees so he wouldn't have to bend his neck, and pushed my breast against his mouth. "Bite me, Em, and make me yours."
The hesitation was evident in his eyes, even though his tongue never stopped tasting. I removed my hand and shuffled that last inch forward until his girth slipped between my wet folds and I was able to slide up and down against him once more. "Do it," I implored. "I want you to drink some of my blood. Just a little."
"I can't do—"
"Just trust me. I'll be fine, I swear. Jasper did it, the time we were…all together. I think that's when everything changed between us, why I've been so implicitly drawn to him since then. I think that's how we seal the bond."
A low, ominous growl rumbled deep within his chest as he latched on and sliced into my pebbled flesh, feverishly suckling my nipple with hollowed cheeks. The euphoria was instant and my head fell forward, my neck no longer capable of holding the weight, and my long hair draped around us like a privacy curtain of brown silk.
"Ride me, baby," he mumbled, not taking his lips from my breast as he took himself in his hand and positioned me over him. "Sit on my cock and fucking ride me."
The next pull from my nipple had me sinking down until he filled me completely, my core muscles clenching and retracting, my hips rocking in time with each of his small swallows. My head swam with endorphins and I chased the rush, loving when his hands clamped hard around my thighs and guided me into a steady rhythm.
With a whine of obvious reluctance, he detached his lips, though he continued to lick the swollen, reddened bud as I tried to quicken my pace. "I need you deeper, harder," I breathed heavily, my strength being siphoned with each of my fumbled thrusts.
In the blink of an eye we were across the barn, my back against the wall as he pounded into me without forgiveness, taking everything I had to give. And I loved every moment.
He sucked on my bottom lip, his eyes piercing through my very soul. "It worked, Bella. Can you feel it?" He shunted his hips forward so hard I yelped, my back sliding up the wall. "Your blood flowing through my veins is like…" I clenched around him and his blissful groan rang long and loud. "Our bond…it's wrapped around me so tight and it feels so fucking good. I'm finally home, baby, and I'm never letting you go. Never."
His thrusts became erratic and I had no breath left, my lungs robbed of oxygen as he bit my neck and we both came with violent tremors that began with me and ended with him. He drew my blood through the small wound, just one greedy gulp, before sealing it with the lick of his tongue, over and over again. I could feel the skin pull and tighten as it slowly knit back together, and the tingles it left behind shot straight to my clit, had me swiveling my hips, hoping Emmett would soon want to go again.
He squeezed my ass and went to pull out, but I panicked. "No, not yet. I want to keep you inside me for a little longer."
"You're exhausted, baby." He brushed sweaty tendrils of hair from my face. "Let me take you home."
"No!" I clung to him with renewed conviction. "Can't we stay here, just for a while? I don't want to go back to that bitch yet."
Just the thought of having to see Tanya's snarky face again tonight made my stomach twist in knots. I didn't want anything to spoil the high I was riding. I hadn't seen Kate in days and wished her sister would follow suit and leave me the fuck alone.
He chuckled, his cock twitching inside me, making me squirm. "But I've got nowhere to lay you down. What kind of slave would I be if I let you sleep on the floor?"
I nuzzled into his neck and circled my hips, smiling when he grunted and squeezed our bodies closer together. "Damn, woman. Just let go for a second so I can bring the Jeep in." When I protested he chuckled again. "I'd love nothing more than to take you with me, keep my cock buried inside your warmth, but I don't want you getting cold. It's freezing out there." He pried me off him and my feet hit the ground with a pout. He slapped my ass and I jumped. "I'll be right back."
And he was. He drove the Jeep right into the middle of the barn, unashamedly butt naked, quickly hopping out to close the barn door before stalking toward me. "There are a few blankets in the back. Should be enough to keep you warm tonight."
"Do your seats fold back?"
He caged me against the side of the Jeep and grazed his nose over my cheek. "Why, yes, they do."
"Good. I'd like to see how well my slave can fuck me with limited room to move," I deadpanned, running my hand down his stomach to cup his balls, rolling them between my fingers.
His lips brushed over mine like a whisper. "Your wish is my command, Mistress."
~oOOo~
I awoke to feather-light kisses along my shoulder and gentle fingertips circling my clit. The first moan slipped by my lips, but the second was captured by Jasper's mouth as I spread my legs in the confined space.
He trailed wet kisses down my neck. "You've been a bad girl, and you must be punished."
My sweeping gaze tried to locate Emmett, but Jasper's lips closed around my left nipple, the one I considered his now, and my eyes clamped shut with a needy gasp. My breasts had become so sensitive, every touch dancing along the line of pleasure and pain. I groaned and thrust my hips into the air when a second mouth fastened onto my right breast. My eyes shot open and my fingers tugged on shaggy, blond curls and short tufts of brown hair. "If this is your idea of punishment, I never want to be good."
Jasper raised his head with a sly grin. "Tsk-tsk. You forgot to ring me last night. But lucky for you, Emmett didn't. He saved your ass from being spanked, darlin'."
I'd never understood the predilection for spanking, but I was warming to the idea of at least trying it one day to see what all the fuss was about.
He and Emmett shared a look, a silent conversation, before I was lifted from the passenger seat and swept to a pool of blankets stretched out beside the Jeep. Emmett dropped to the floor, positioned me on his lap with my back to his chest, and entered me with one swift thrust. I flung my head back onto his shoulder as Jasper stood before me, slowly opening his jeans to pull his cock out.
"Do you remember our last lesson on the island, Miss Swan? If you recall, it was cut short due to an untimely interruption. Well, we won't need to worry about such blatant disregard for my gratification today." His free hand delved into the hair at the back of my head, pulled my face forward, and then he painted my lips with the tip of his cock. "Open that pretty mouth for me."
I happily obeyed, flicking my tongue over the small, wet slit at the top. He hissed and pressed past my lips, and I sucked him into my mouth as Emmett gripped my waist and lifted me, so he could slowly thrust from below.
"Fuck," Jasper whispered, pushing in and withdrawing at an unhurried pace, his eyelids at half-mast. "Emmett may have gotten the pleasure of popping your cherry, but this is all mine. Suck me, darlin'. Take as much as you can. Show me how much you want me."
I moaned around him, tightened my lips and opened my throat, my hands squeezing his ass to let him know I was more than a willing pupil.
He hit my tonsils and I fought the urge to gag, looking up into his eyes to bathe in the pride shining from them. "You're fucking perfect, Bella. In every way."
I attempted a smile, but having a full mouth proved almost impossible. So I let my gaze express my love for him as my lips learned every curve and vein of his cock, let my ravenous tongue pronounce my undying devotion.
Emmett's groans spurred me on even further, and I wished for a second set of hands so I could hold onto him, too. The mind-numbing thrill rushing through me was too much and too little, all at the same time. The connection I had with both of them now was palpable, a living, breathing life force that made my heart soar to the heavens and sing with the angels.
We were one.
We were finally complete.
And I couldn't have been happier.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this pivotal moment in the lives of this threesome. Took a while to get to this point, but all good things come to those who wait. This story is nowhere near over yet. There are still lots of twists and turns to come, so let me know your thoughts by hitting that wee button below. Go on, you know you wanna!
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