Hello, my lovelies!
I think some of you have been waiting for this. A little warning for this chapter, there is quite a bit of violence and a graphic lemon. I really hope you like it.
I am back at work and things are super hectic. I haven't had time to write, so I don't have the next chapter ready. I might have time this weekend, but on Sunday we celebrate our Constitution Day and it is a big celebration. I will have a long weekend next week, so we will see. Wanted to get this out to you guys!
Thank you again for all your support and love!
Marking My Territory
I'm not really able to recall everything that happens next, but what I can say is that I'm successfully able to remove Jessica's wolf from Edward. I must have thrown her off of him in some way, because as I take a protective stance between her and my mate, I see her body land with a thud quite a distance away from us and can hear a yelp of pain come from her. Keeping my eyes locked on to her reclined form, I lift and wag my tail to show confidence as I bare my sharp teeth while soft growls of warning fall from my lips. Jessica shakes her head as though she's momentarily confused, but then rises back up on all fours. I can hear Edward behind me, but before anyone can get between me and my prey, I sprint towards her again. She must catch sight of me because she quickly tries to escape by running away. A wicked smile spreads within and excitement immediately fills my belly. I love a good chase. It makes the hunt and final kill so much more rewarding.
She's fast, I notice, but I'm faster. Deciding to play with her a little, I cut her off on several occasions, increasing and declining my speed to confuse her. I'm intent on building as much fear in her as possible before I take her out. She might believe that she is leading the chase, but she's not, I'm leading her exactly where I want her. I remember there being a cliff nearby with a substantial drop that basically comes out of nowhere and she is headed straight for it. I don't want her to fall over the cliff without getting to play with her first, so I slow down slightly. I do, however, want her to feel like she has no escape. She needs to pay for setting her sights on my mate, no one touches him but me, and I am more than willing to be the one to teach her a lesson.
I can see when she realizes her fatal mistake and I allow myself a moment to stop completely and enjoy watching the panic rising in her as she paces, frantically searching for an out. There is none and the thrill of her visible fear brings me infinite satisfaction. As I step out onto the small shelf she's trapped on, I can hear her soft whimpers and see how her body shakes with fear. Pathetic. I growl, my entire chest rumbling with an earth shaking sound. She collapses down on the ground in submission, sticking her tail between her legs as she begs for compassion. My strong jaws snap together in a loud crack and I can feel my mouth fill with water. I am so overcome with rage that all I can think about is how I am going to tear her apart piece by piece.
As soon as I close in on her I can physically feel her fear, her whimpers and yelps grow desperate and they are like music to my ears. She's begging for her life, but she's already dug her grave. Suddenly she makes a sharp movement as though she's about to make a run for it and in that exact moment I attack. Aiming for her neck, I quickly pin her to the ground and sink my sharp teeth into her thick fur, thrashing my head sharply from side to side. Her sharp cries of pain are overshadowed by my loud snarls as she helplessly tries to fight against my powerful hold. Her efforts are useless and I can feel how her body quickly goes limp when she realizes that she's lost. I'm more powerful than she is and she doesn't stand a chance against my hold. I feel her flesh tear beneath my bite and soon a rush of warm blood touches my tongue. I've won, but my victory doesn't feel as I'd hoped. She's given up too easily and I don't like it.
Annoyed by her lack of fight, I release my hold around her neck and push her even further to the ground as I bend down directly above her face so that she can see her own blood trickle down my muzzle. I suddenly realize that it isn't just her lack of fight that is annoying me. My anger isn't really with her wolf, it's with her human form. Unable to focus on anything other than my lust for revenge, I quickly compel my body to phase into my human form. Using both hands, I press them on either side of her throat and force her wolf eyes to mine.
"PHASE!" I scream out my command and she has the nerve to hesitate. Phasing when injured is extremely painful, but she doesn't have a choice. I won't relent until she does my bidding.
I bend down, my face a hair's breadth away from her sharp teeth.
"PHASE!" I repeat, my tone much lower, but lethal.
Immediately her body reacts and begins to tremble under my grip on her neck. She barks out in pain as her body transforms from wolf to human. When her human face finally appears, I fist my hand in her long hair and drag her over to the very edge of the cliff as she screams out in pain and fights against me. I don't stop, and in an aggressive move, I force her to her feet and grab a tight hold around her neck and push her backwards so that her feet are safely placed on the ground, but her body… her body is dangerously tilted backwards into thin air. The blood from the wound on her neck is oozing out beneath my fingers, making her skin slick and slippery. I feel an evil smile spread across my lips as I see evidence of terror cross her features.
Her eyes widen with deep fear as she suddenly realizes what a dangerous position she's in and she tightly grasps a hold of my arm, holding on as tight as she can.
"Bella, please," she whispers, her sugary sweet voice making my skin crawl and I tighten my grip around her neck.
The blood lust I felt with Emily is nothing compared to this. I want this woman dead and I yearn to be the one to do it. It is a powerful and all-consuming emotion.
"Shut up," I tell and push her even further backwards and she immediately responds by screaming out in fear before tears begin to stream down her face.
Acting as though I've changed my mind, I pull her towards me and I watch as hope and relief flash in her eyes. I hold her gaze with a hard expression and speak with tightly clenched teeth.
"You touched my mate."
She frantically begins to shake her head.
"It was an accident," she explains, hysteria in her tone.
"You want him."
There is an absolutely deadly edge to my tone.
"No, I swear!" she denies and my anger surges.
She's just as pathetic as her wolf, begging for her pitiful life instead of fighting me. I push her back again, as far as she can go without falling and she wails out in panic and sobs.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" I scream and I can feel how her entire body is trembling with fear.
"OKAY!" she responds with a shout. "OKAY! Yes, I wanted him!"
"I said WANT, not WANTED!" I interrupt her and it's as though something snaps in her and a smile instantly spreads across my lips at the change in her. She's angry now, she's fighting.
"YES! I want him! Is that what you want to hear?! He is a handsome fucker and a beast in bed, is that what you wan-."
In a flash I've pulled her away from the cliff and I'm on her, hitting, scratching, biting and she is fighting me with everything she has. It's wild, violent and barbaric and although she gets in a few punches and slaps of her own, I don't feel a thing. I'm able to get her onto the ground and this time both of my hands find her neck and I begin to tighten my hold. Her face begins to turn red and she is fighting tooth and nail to gain her freedom, but I'm able to hold her down.
I can feel how her heartbeat races under my fingers and feel how the fight leaves her body as she hovers just above unconsciousness. That's when I lighten my hold and lean forward to whisper in her ear.
"Edward is my mate. He is mine. You may have had him before, but that is over. If you or your wolf so much as look at him the wrong way, I will end you."
Then I move off of her and rise to my feet. When I do, I suddenly become aware that we are not alone. Four pairs of unreadable wolf eyes look back at me, Edward, Jasper, Jacob and Carlisle. There is a strange whooshing sound in my ears as an odd sensation flows through my body separating my human self from my wolf. With a shocked exhale I'm pulled back to reality and my usual self… My usual self who would never even hurt a fly… My breathing grows unsteady and I stumble, struggling to keep my body upright as everything that just happened rushes over me. I lose my footing, but strong arms wrap around me and I immediately recognize my mate's rich scent. Edward makes a move to pick me up and lift me into his arms, but although my wolf and I no longer share the same mind, I'm still affected by her incredibly intense emotions and she is rather pissed off at her mate. The swell of renewed anger gives me the strength I need to regain my footing and I'm able to push his arms away. I can feel his confusion at my dismissal, but the only thing that matters to me right now is to get away from everything, so I do.
I move past the three remaining wolves and, surprisingly, it doesn't even bother me that I'm as naked as I was the day I was born. Edward follows behind at a distance, but I try not to give him any of my attention. Walking blindly through the uneven forest, I desperately try to sort through my emotions and try to figure out why I'm so angry at Edward. Everything I'm feeling, however, is a big mess and sorting through it feels like an impossible task. I feel like I could explode at any moment at the intensity of it all. The powerful adrenaline that is still pumping through me is proof that it will most likely take a while before I am able to calm down. Inhaling deeply, a sweet and enticing smell enters my nose and I immediately change course so that I can search it out. I finally feel as though I have a purpose and that brings me a small sense of calm.
I don't know how long we walk for, but soon recognition dawns on me. We are in that same ravine where we found those first traps. Glancing around the area, I realize that the almost intoxicating smell that I've followed comes from the soft moss that is scattered around the sides of the ravine. It looks so comfortable and I feel how my wolf is urging me to lie down and -. The rush of hot desire that thunders through me, takes me completely off guard. I'm vaguely reminded by Victoria's not so subtle hints as to why wolf-shifters usually come to this area. The moss' scent appears to act like an aphrodisiac. I have no idea why I didn't react to it earlier, but Jesus… This is some potent shit.
Turning around abruptly, my eyes flash to the magnificent specimen of a man that is standing only a few feet away. Hot lust erupts deep within me like a volcano and soon my entire body is shaking with anticipation. I can see a flash of the bright green of his wolf eyes as he meets my gaze, but he appears to be fighting it for some reason. He is standing at the edge of the area next to a massive tree, one of his hands is flexing against the bark as though he's either trying to steady himself or hold himself back.
The hunter inside of me awakens as all of my attention hones in on this acute desire that has suddenly risen inside of me like a blazing fire. Moving slowly, as though I'm worried my prey will bolt, I walk towards him. As I close in on him, I quickly discover exactly how affected he is by this. Every single muscle in his body is tense and at the sight of his lengthening erection I feel a delicious thrill roll through me. Closing my eyes for a second I pause as the muscles in my lower stomach convulse with pleasure. A soft moan falls from my lips, but I'm quickly distracted by a hard thud. Searching for the source behind the noise, I notice a few droplets of blood on one of Edward's clenched knuckles. Trailing my eyes upwards, I recognize that Edward is trying desperately to hold back. His face is filled with rage and his body… Oh, his magnificent body…. is trembling with a need just as desperate as my own. I move closer wondering just how long he'll be able to hold himself back.
"Bella," he warns, his voice deliciously deep causing a ripple of shivers to run down my spine.
"Edward," I respond in kind, circling him slowly.
"I need to check your injuries," he bites out between clenched teeth as though he's trying to remind himself of why he is holding himself back.
The strained tone in his voice and the inner struggle I can feel the thunder inside of him, which causes a mischievous smile to spread on my lips. I take another step closer and I can actually feel the heat of his skin and how our bond is pulling us together.
"But I feel fine," I reassure him in a soft melodic tone.
I can actually see how he clenches every single muscle in his body at my response. Unable to help myself, I lift one of my hands to his chest and begin tracing a line across his soft skin. I can feel his reaction deep inside of me and the knowledge that my touch can cause such a response, makes me feel drunk with power. His body convulses uncontrollably as though he is consumed by a strong fever.
"Bella, we need to talk about what just happened," he argues, again trying to reason with me.
My fingers drop down and begin tracing the outline of his washboard stomach muscles and a wanton groan fills the air. He wants this just as much as I do.
"Talking is overrated," I whisper before promptly dropping to my knees, coming face to face with that particular appendage of his that can conjure up so much pleasure.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" he swears and clumsily falls against the tree so that it can help steady him.
I hide my smile and begin leaving a trail of soft kisses on the inside of his thighs. His knees begin to shake. Curious, I glance up and see that he is staring down at me watching my every move, anticipation and a desperate yearning visible on his features. I move back slightly and purse my lips as I carefully blow a breath of air onto the head of his hard member, it immediately bobs in reaction and I can see a few droplets of liquid on its tip.
"Ah… baby, please," he begs and again I feel the intoxicating surge of power.
Deciding he's had enough teasing, I gently touch my lips to the hot dripping tip and languidly lick away the evidence of liquid with my tongue. His entire body immediately convulses with pleasure and he groans. Taking my time, I explore him with my lips and tongue. He smells incredible and his heady scent draws me even deeper. My fingers join my efforts, one hand trailing up his outer thighs before massaging the muscles of his ass, while the other traces the soft skin of my mate's balls. Whenever the noises that fall from his mouth turn from groans of pleasure to the desperate tinge of begging for just a little more, I pull back. I can feel how much my actions are driving him to the edge of insanity. I haven't even taken him deeply into my mouth yet and I know he is getting desperate.
Glancing up to watch him, I can see how his cheeks are beautifully flushed and how his long eyelashes touch the top of his cheeks as he closes his eyes. Wanting his attention, I gently bite the inside of his thigh and his eyes instantly find mine. Wrapping one hand around him, I begin to pump up and down as I hold his gaze. A loud moan immediately falls from his lips, but he quickly bites down on his bottom lip as he tries to muffle the sound. The challenge I feel at just the thought of destroying his absolutely perfect control makes me smile.
"This belongs to me, Edward," I inform him, brokering no argument.
He inhales shakily and I see that he is trying to pay attention to my words, but the pleasure my hand is giving him is incredibly distracting. I pause my movements and cup him gently so that I don't cause him any pain. He exhales sharply.
"You've been allowed to play with other women before and do as you please, but now?" I continue, standing so that I can make sure that he hears me clearly.
His silky skin slides against mine and I'm momentarily distracted by his strong chest. Dragging my tongue across the skin of his sternum, I pause at the top, locking my eyes on his again.
"Now, you belong to me, do you hear me? And only me," I announce, feeling an undeniable surge of dominance and powerful possessiveness run through me.
Moving fingers back to encircle his hard and achingly hot member, I begin a slow pump up and down and Edward's mouth instantly opens and a gentle moan escapes his lips. I stand up on my tip toes so that I can tenderly suck on his bottom lip. He hasn't responded to my command, so I gently drag it between my teeth before releasing it.
"Do I make myself clear?" I ask him sweetly just as my pumping hand speeds up.
Edward groans deeply and immediately bobs his head up and down in response to my answer. His entire body is trembling, reacting to my touch and a surge of power flows through me. Although he hasn't given his answer vocally, I decide that his nodding head is a good enough response for me. Dropping to my knees again, I quickly bring him into my mouth and begin to bob my head up and down, twirling my tongue around his tip when I reach the top. One of his hands lands on the top of my head and I moan out in agreement as he twists his fingers into my hair, leaving a gentle pressure as he gently asks for permission to control the pace. The next few moments are filled with increasing pumps of both my hands and mouth, increasingly loud moans, a gentle sucking and a whole lot of pleasure.
I can feel how close Edward is to completion and am ready to receive every single drop, but all of a sudden I am wrenched to my feet and pushed against the solid tree. The bark digs into the skin of my back, but nothing will distract me from the hungry and commanding eyes of my mate. There is a sharp determination in them that immediately causes my heart to skip in my chest.
"If I belong to you, the same applies to you as well, my sweet mate. You denied me once, by telling me that a person can't own another, but I think we can both agree that things have changed," his voice is demanding and harsh and he holds his body carefully away from mine.
I can feel how much my body yearns for him and immediately I move away from the tree and begin dragging my body against his. This angers him and he aggressively pushes me back against the cold bark of the tree. A delicious thrill runs through me.
"Answer me, Isabella," he commands and the shivers that sweep across my skin as I react to his deep and assertive tone summons up a dark laugh from me.
I meet his wild gaze head on with one of my own and step out of his strong hold, then standing on my tiptoes, I lift one thigh and hitch it over his sharp hips, balancing on one leg as I open myself to him. Rubbing my wet core over his hot flesh, I support myself by holding onto his strong shoulders and neck, almost climbing up his body. Thrusting my hips back and forth, I raise my head and give him his answer.
"I'm yours."
As soon as the answer falls from my lips, I'm pushed high up against the tree as Edward begins to thrust deeply into me at a wild and carnal pace. I scream out my approval and do my best to hold on. My feet are locked around his waist, my back tightly pushed against the sturdy tree. I can feel how every single branch moves, responding to every single powerful thrust, their movements sending vibrations through my spine. Soon, Edward removes his upper body from mine, his strong hands keeping me in place as his eyes trail down my naked body. I see how his eyes pause at my breasts and he watches transfixed as they bob with the intensity of his movements. Indescribable tension builds inside of me so quickly, that it takes me a little by surprise. I'm already at the edge, preparing myself for that earth shattering wave of pleasure.
When those intense electric green eyes drop down to where our bodies meet and I'm able to join him in watching how he enters my body again and again and again, I lose it. The rush of pleasure is so strong and my body is still convulsing in the aftereffects of my orgasm, when I open my eyes and realize that Edward has moved us. I realize that Edward is placing me down on that soft intoxicating moss floor and it feels like the softest mattress under my skin. Edward's movements are firm as he directs my spent body in the position he wants me in. I can feel that he is barely able to keep himself under control, his animal urging him on to take what he needs.
As he enters me from behind, I feel a new wave of hot desire ripples through me. My first orgasm has made me so sensitive that it takes very little for me to feel the familiar build of that earth shattering tension. Fisting one hand in my hair and the other gripping the skin on my hip he continues his almost punishing pace. This carnal and deep fucking is exactly the release that both of our wolves need. Edward's grunts and groans grow louder and become even more unhinged as he begins to near the end of his rope. His deep thrusts lose their rhythm, and I know he is close. Suddenly, the hand that has been clenching the skin above my hip moves and his finger brushes against my clit, making my body sing. His gentle coaxing is the final drop and I'm hurtled to the sky as yet another wave of pleasure takes hold of my body. The air is filled by Edward's loud groan, before everything goes blissfully silent.