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Esme watched the house from across the street, the hood of her jacket over her hair to make her blend in with the darkness. There were three vampires in there, probably all talking about where they were getting their next meal from. They'd had a report of an increase in vampire attacks in this area, and Aro had sent her out to dispose of the undead.

She reached down and took her stake from her thigh holster, twirling the pointed-wooden baton in her hands. She spent years training with it, so it now felt like an extension of her body. With her free hand, she unsheathed her dagger. It had been her mother's before, and she was proud to carry the silver blade that held her family's crest on.

Quickly, she crossed the street and walked to the rear of the house, She'd seen the shadows of the three vampires in the front window so she knew she would go undetected.

As she walked, Esme reached into the pocket of her utility belt and pulled out a handful of powder, She sprinkled it over herself, using it to disguise her scent and prevent them from hearing her heartbeat. You had to love fairy magic!

Carefully, she climbed over the tall fence and approached the backdoor, quietly opening it before stepping into the house.

Her heart was pounding, and the adrenaline raced through her veins. She lived for this; the hunt. She understood why werewolves hunted in packs on their moonlight raids. It was addictive. And not just this part of it either. After, when you had caught your prey... it was exhilarating.

Esme walked silently; treading cautiously with every step. The state of the house surprised her. Had she not been on a mission, she would have taken the time to admire it. It had a modern kitchen, sleek and grey with high-tech appliances. Not at all what she'd expected.

She stepped into the hallway, the light from the living room casting a soft glow over the hardwood floors. Once again, Esme was taken back. Vampires didn't care for material things; they lived in covens and were quite happy holed up in some sewer. But this house was well kept. The walls were painted a muted blue colour and there wasn't a speck of dust to be seen.

On the side table, there was a picture. Esme stopped. Vampires didn't keep personal possessions. Of course, it was possible that they had taken this house by force and killed the occupants, but she had yet to see any signs of a struggle. And intel said they had been here for a few days.

The picture was of a man and a woman. They were both elderly and he was pressing a kiss to her cheek as she grinned from ear to ear. Despite the lines on each of their faces, their eyes shone bright, happiness clear in their expressions.

"Well, what do we have here?" a voice asked and Esme turned around to see one of the vampires she had seen entering the house earlier, stood at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the railing. He had a round face with dark hair and dark eyes. A dark goatee hid the bottom half of his face. His body was adorned with loose trousers and a green tunic. He tutted. "Don't you know it's rude to enter someone's home without knocking?"

Esme clutched her stake tighter. Usually, she'd go for his jugular, charging at him with everything she had, but she didn't feel right. Something was… off.

"What's the problem, vampire hunter? Someone got your tongue?" His tone was mocking, and yet Esme still didn't move.

There was a noise from the right, and another vampire entered. Esme knew there were three, and she cursed herself. She should have taken out the first one already. This second was tall with a long face and thin features. He had dark hair and hazel eyes.

He paused when he saw her, taking in her appearance.

"Look what I found, Eleazar," the other vampire said. "A vampire hunter."

"I can see that." His eyes never left her and Esme felt like he was sizing her up. He looked at the weapons she had, and she could almost see the confusion on his face at why she hadn't attacked yet. Truth was, she didn't know.

A musky scent wafted over her and she felt her concentration waver. She wanted to follow it and find out where it came from. It was intoxicating.

"What's going on?" a voice called and Esme saw another vampire come from the living room.

Her heart stopped as she took him in. He was tall with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a light blue shirt with jeans. His eyes fixed on hers and she gasped. She couldn't move. Her eyes fixed on him and it was like there wasn't enough oxygen in the room.

"Leave us," he commanded, his blue eyes never leaving hers.

A wave of arousal flooded through her, and Esme rubbed her thighs together.

"Seriously?" the first vampire remarked. He then shared a look with 'Eleazar' and they left, their bodies speeding out of the room.

"What's your name?"

God. His voice was sexy. Esme detected a hint of a British accent and she wanted nothing more than for him to touch her, to step closer so she could smell him, feel the muscles in his chest.

"Esme." It came out as a whimper. Her legs trembled when he took a step closer.

"Esme," he repeated. "I'm Carlisle." He took another step closer. "Will you drop the stake and dagger?"

They clattered to the floor. She'd do anything he said. Inside, she knew this was wrong, but she couldn't stop. She'd never wanted anyone this badly.

"Good girl." She whimpered again. His voice floated through her brain, clouding her judgement.

"Do you know what's happening?" His blue eyes bore into hers and her knees shook under the intensity of his gaze.

She couldn't speak, so she shook her head.

He smiled, the corners of his mouth pulling up to reveal white teeth. Her heart pounded, but not because of fear. Humans were the only creatures who bared their teeth as a symbol of friendship; to all other animals, it was a sign of aggression.

"Esme." It came out like a purr. "You're my mate."

Mate. The word was foreign to her ears. Her brow furrowed as she panted.

"My beloved. My intended. Mine."

Her body shuddered and she felt anger at herself. She revelled in the idea of being his, belonging to him.

"Our bodies recognise each other. That scent in the air. The one's that's making you… needy. It's the mating musk."

These words were so foreign to her. He was a vampire and her training should have kicked in. She shouldn't listen to him. She shouldn't let his words affect her. But they were. They were burrowing into her foggy brain and implanting themselves, weaving webs of a future that she couldn't have with him.

"You're mine, Esme. As I am yours." With those words, he was in front of her, mere centimetres of space separating them and subsequently their bodies. "Don't fight it." He told her as if he could sense the war that was ongoing inside her.

She knew she should bring her leg up and kick him, slam his head into the wall as she spun out of his way. She should lean down and grab her stake and dagger, slash his skin with the dagger and then press the stake through his chest. She should do every single one of those things, and yet she did none.

Instead, Esme reached up and ran her hand over his face. She expected it to be cold - frozen underneath her touch. But it was warm under her fingertips. Strange. No other vampire had felt like this to her.

The vampire—Carlisle—leaned into her touch, his eyes closing in an intimate gesture. It was a gesture that suggested trust, despite their natural tendency to be enemies.

When he turned his head and kissed her palm, Esme quivered. When he pulled her arm so her pulse point was at his lips and licked the skin, Esme sighed. And when his arms went around her waist and he pulled their bodies flush, Esme moaned.

"I never presume," he breathed, his hot breath washing against her. If she had been in a better state of mind, she would have marvelled over this. "So, Esme… can I kiss you?"

Yes! Her mind screamed, but her mouth would not form the word. She nodded desperately, her head bobbing with enthusiasm.

Carlisle captured her moving head with his hands, his warm skin heating her hot cheeks further. He stroked his thumbs over the apples of her cheeks and gazed into her eyes. His tongue darted out and licked his lips.

"Carlisle." His name rolled off her tongue like it was always meant to. "Kiss me."

He smiled at her, baring his teeth once again before his lips swooped down.

Bliss. Pure bliss spread through her body. Her heart thumped against her chest. She felt like she had never been alive before this moment. Heat travelled through her veins, igniting her in ways she had never felt before. Her eyes closed and sunk into Carlisle's embrace.

His tongue traced her lips, and she let him inside, his tongue stroking over hers. She wound her arms around his neck and plastered her body against him like a wanton woman.

They kissed until she had no breath in her lungs and she had to pull her mouth away from his, gasping for oxygen. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and her eyes felt heavy with lust.

Carlisle pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes darkening as she panted. "I ache for you." He thrust his hips into hers and Esme moaned when his hard member hit her thigh.

"Yes," Esme groaned. She ached for him too.

She let her head fall against the door and his lips found her pulse point. He sucked, his tongue swirling around her delicate skin as her hips bucked involuntarily against him.

He trailed his lips down, a simultaneous reaction of heat and goosebumps following in his wake. His hand came up to her jacket and toyed with the zipper.

"Yes," she said as she nodded. "Take it off. I want it off."

Her jacket, which had been with her for some years, had often felt like her armour against the world. Indeed, it had protected her on many missions, the fibres of it blessed by a druid. But now, it was a burden. It was a shield, and not in the right way. It was preventing Carlisle from touching her, preventing his lips from caressing her needy skin.

Torturously slow, he pulled the zipper down, the growl of the metal echoing in the room, the only other noise being Esme's pants of desperation.

Once the zipper reached the bottom, his hands pushed the material from her body and it fell to the floor. He placed his hands on her shoulders and ran them down her arms; he twinned their fingers together and slowly brought her hands over her head. He placed them firmly against the wall as his lips returned to her neck.

Esme's eyes closed and she let out a deep moan. His lips against her skin were the best thing she had ever felt. They were soft and warm.

"You taste exquisite," he told her gruffly. "Like honey and strawberries."

She heard his words but didn't speak as his nose ran along the curve of her breast. Her fingers clenched his as he passed over the skin a few times.

"Can I take it off?" he asked, his teeth tugging at the material of her tank top.

Esme nodded and seconds later, his hands had left hers and he had pulled the top over her head, letting it fall to the floor. His hands went back to hers, pinning them above her head as his lips feverishly pressed against her own.

She kissed him back, rubbing against him like a cat in heat, as her entire body ignited with passion.

As he pulled his lips from hers, Esme mewled in displeasure, but the sound was quickly replaced with one of satisfaction when he kissed her neck, sliding down her body until he got to her black bra. He didn't hesitate when he got to the fabric, he bit straight through the centre, the metal snapping easily under his teeth.

Esme arched into him.

He peeled the fabric away from her body, revealing her creamy breasts. His pupils dilated and he peered up at her, his picture a face of desire. His hands went to her waist and he dragged them upwards, his short fingers nails lightly scratching her skin. He ran them over her rib cage and let them sit just under her chest.

Leisurely, he slowly touched her, each one of his palms cupping a breast. He circled his thumbs over her nipples, the berry pink tips coming to life under his touch. They pebbled and strained and begged for attention. She didn't care where from; his mouth, his tongue, his fingers—she just wanted more.

He lowered his head to the tip of her left breast, stopping short and peering up at her, his blue eyes staring into her soul.

When he saw no argument from her, he grinned and then lowered his mouth to her flesh

"Oh!" Esme cried out, her hands gripping the short strands of his dark blonde hair, holding him close to her.

He twirled his tongue around the skin, flicking it lightly before he pulled away.

"More," Esme begged. "More."

He turned his attention to her other breast and gave that nipple the same attention.

Esme's hips bucked and Carlisle shoved his muscular thigh between hers, pressing right up against her pussy.

Shockwaves travelled through her body. Her eyes closed and she did nothing but feel.

Carlisle pressed harder against her and thrust his thigh into her, pressing directly against her clit as his tongue worked magic against her breasts.

She felt the sparks start in her stomach. It's where they usually started when she was about to come. But this was different. It was too soon. Too intense. And yet it was happening.

Her whole body shook as her mouth parted. She clutched at him and he smiled against her.

"Come for me," he mumbled against her skin. "Show me how much you want me."

His words ignited the fire inside her and it blazed through her. It burned every cell in her body.

"Ah!" She panted and bucked and moaned, lost to everything that wasn't Carlisle. Her clit throbbed between her legs, and when his thigh thrust into her and hit the sensitive nub at just the right angle, she lost it.

Her body went slack and it was only his strong thigh keeping her upright.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and Esme felt her feet lift off the floor. She had the sensation of moving and when she finally had the strength to open her eyes; she realised they were in an unfamiliar room.

Her back hit something soft shortly afterwards and she turned her head to see exactly where she was.

A low-lit bedroom, a lamp on the side table illuminating the room.

Her training should have made her sit up and take in her surroundings. She should have noted where the exit routes were, where possible weapons could be hidden, what objects could be used as weapons. But she did none of that. She lay on the bed, completely boneless, and stared at the vampire who was leaning over her.

Carlisle was still fully clothed and Esme wanted to change that.

He must have read her thoughts because he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing inch by glorious inch of pale, muscled skin. Her mouth went dry and she pushed herself up on her elbows so she could see him properly.

Carlisle grasped her ankle in his hand and pulled her down the bed, making her squeal with surprise—a sound she had never made before.

He pulled her boots and socks off, tossing them to the side before he stripped her of her jeans, her underwear the only thing that remained on her body.

He moved to kneel on the bed, but Esme stopped him. She placed her foot on his chest. He quirked his eyebrow up at her.

That orgasm had cleared some of the fog in her brain. He'd had his fun… and now she was going to have some.

"Take your jeans off," she said.

"Hmm." He stepped back, his hand stroking over the top of her foot as he did so. His eyes never left hers, as his hands went to his belt and he unbuckled it.

Esme watched, her attention completely focused on him as he unhooked his button from the hole and then pulled the zipper down. He pushed the heavy material from his legs, revealing tight black boxers that left nothing to the imagination.

He shifted slightly and she realised he was getting rid of his socks and shoes before she heard the noise of his belt buckle hitting the floor and then scraping across it as he kicked them from around his ankles.

Before he could move, Esme got to her knees and crawled towards him.

"What are you doing, Esme?" he asked in a husky voice.

"I want something you have."

He eyed her hungrily.

She knelt on the edge of the bed and touched his shoulders, feeling the smooth skin under her fingers as she dragged them down his body. She watched as the muscles under her skin rippled and moved with her touch. Fingering the waistband of his boxers, she played with the elastic, snapping it back against his skin. Carlisle hissed with the movement.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to toy with a vampire?" His tone was teasing.

Esme looked up and away from the prominent bulge that was begging to be touched. "They did. But they also told me I should never fuck one. Yet here I am."

His hands threaded into the hair at the base of her neck and he held her still as he kissed her. His voice was low as he spoke. "If you want to suck my cock, do it."

Esme felt the wetness between her thighs at his words.

She looked down and Carlisle released his hold on her hair, his hands touching her shoulders.

She pulled the tight black fabric away from his body, letting them fall to his ankles as his erection bounced free, the end already stained with pre-cum.

His cock was the perfect specimen. It was long, hard and… circumcised. She hadn't expected that. But it didn't matter. His cock was still beautiful.

Esme touched it lightly, running her fingers along the hard length. When Carlisle groaned above her, she raised her eyes to watch him throw his head back in what appeared to be complete and utter bliss.

She wrapped her hand around the base, excitement running through her when her fingers didn't touch. She'd always preferred girth over length and it was clear that Carlisle was blessed in both departments.

She sucked her cheeks in, producing saliva before she bent over slightly and spat on his cock, using her own fluid to lube him up, making her hand slide along his length easily, his skin glistening.

Esme glided her hand up and down his length, rubbing her thumb over the tip; above her, Carlisle hissed.

Coating him in saliva, Esme lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock and ran her tongue over the slit.

"Shit!" Carlisle exclaimed. He slid his hands into her hair once more, his fingers massaging her scalp.

She was pleased that she wasn't the only one who was burning with lust.

Esme hollowed her cheeks out and took him fully in her mouth, her hand circling his base when she couldn't fit him all the way in.

"Just like that," Carlisle encouraged.

Esme glanced up at him at the same time he looked down, their eyes meeting.

"You look so good with my cock in your mouth," he groaned, thrusting slightly.

She hummed around him, surprised to find that she was getting pleasure from this action. She didn't shy away from it, but in the past her previous lovers had been rough with her, tugging her hair and pulling her. But Carlisle was gentle. A contrast to his vampiric nature.

"Stop," Carlisle told her suddenly, pulling her off him completely and pushing her back onto the bed. "I want to taste you," he told her.

He ripped her underwear from her body and threw her legs over his shoulders, the air of the room turning frenzied.

Esme had no time to ready herself for the onslaught of pleasure that he gave her.

He licked her thoroughly, from top to bottom. He flicked her clit and probed her entrance, taking every single drop of her essence that she offered.

Once again, her hands tangled in his hair and she urged him closer to her body. Just like before, her orgasm seemed to bear down on her, nothing pre-warning her of the onslaught of pleasure that she would receive under his touch. Her breasts tingled and she brought a hand up, pinching her nipple as she reached the pinnacle of her climb, gratification of the highest order washing over her.

"Carlisle!" she cried out as he carried on, his tongue lapping at her like a man starved of water.

When he pulled away, she thought that she'd get a reprieve, but his finger slid inside, instantly curling up as her back arched and she went rigid.

"You're so tight," he murmured. "Can you imagine what it's going to feel like with my cock inside you?"

She could, but she doubted it would be as good as the real thing.

As his finger slid in and out of her and he added a second, Esme looked down and watched as his hips thrust into the bed. It turned her on. To know he wanted her.

"I want to taste you," he mumbled again, pressing a kiss to her thigh.

"You have," she moaned. Her head rolled and she opened her eyes when she felt something sharp against her thigh.

"No," he shook his head and opened his mouth. "I want to taste you." His fangs twinkled under the light of the lamp.

His words were significant.

And yet, Esme found no fear inside her. Her heart was pounding but not from fear; from excitement, anticipation, pleasure. But not fear. It wasn't something she felt at this moment. It wasn't something she felt with him. But she had questions.

"I don't want to be just food to you."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Esme, you're my mate… not food."

"How many other women have you said that to?" Her head was clearer.

"None."

"Then how have you survived this long without blood?"

"Donations. I've never drunk directly from someone, Esme. I don't need a lot of blood to survive. A pinprick of blood can sustain me for several weeks." He knew there was a lot he needed to tell her about. Vampires needed little blood and the older you got, the less you needed. He'd persuaded several humans to give him some of their blood and then he'd mix it with animal blood, making it last longer. "Vampires don't just bite people. To bite someone is… sacred. Biting you cements your future as my mate. It's a mark that you will wear to show all others you're mine." His mark would remain on her skin, the only way it would heal would be if he released his venom into her. But he wouldn't do that.

Esme blinked as she absorbed his words. That's not what they were taught. The Academy had told them vampires drunk from humans without care or discretion. They were killing machines, capable of one thing and only one thing. And yet Carlisle was telling her something else. And she believed him. If she had been more aware and less concerned with Carlisle, she would have had the wits about her to ask about the bodies that had been piling up. But she didn't. There was a more pressing question on her mind.

"I'd be your mate?"

His hand stroked her thigh as the other moved gently inside her. "You already are. Your body recognises me as that." A flood of wetness coated his finger as if to make a point. "The bite would just confirm it, connect us. I'd feel you. I'd sense you. We'd share feelings and thoughts. We'd be one."

They should have scared her; his words. But once again, she wasn't afraid. She was antsy, impatient—she wanted his bite.

Her hand reached out and she caressed his face, telling him as much. "I want your bite, Carlisle." Her voice was strong and her eyes were firm.

"There's no going back," he told her. Her heart wanted to burst with joy. Because even though they were 'mates' he was giving her a choice.

"I can't go back," she whispered. "Not now I've met you."

Carlisle took his finger from her and moved up her body. He kissed her passionately, his tongue swirling around hers, leaving her breathless and needy. His fangs scraped her lips and she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him.

He pulled away and kissed down her neck. And then he bit down, his fangs sinking into her skin.

The heat that ran through her body was unbearable. She cried out as pleasure flooded her system and she was left quivering underneath Carlisle's hard body.

He drank, her blood flowing freely into his mouth. His tongue swiped over the wound and then he was moving down her body to her breast. His fangs sunk into her again, the wound on the slope of her skin, his mouth greedily gulping at the red essence.

Then he was gone, his mouth sliding over her stomach, tongue creeping into the crevice that was her belly button until he got to his desired destination: her thigh. He kissed her creamy skin and she knew exactly what he was asking. The thigh was where the femoral artery was located. He wanted to bite her there. It was not only an intimate gesture, but one of trust.

"Yes," she whimpered, desperate to feel the rush of delight that flowed through her body every single time his fangs pierced her skin. "Bite me there, please!"

He didn't waste any time and his razor-sharp fangs sliced through the flesh with ease. He sipped from her thigh, wrapping a hand around the flesh to keep her still as her orgasm hit her with the full force of a thousand elephants.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she clutched at the sheets next to her. Her entire body shook and she closed her eyes so tightly that she saw bright flashes of light.

She felt him leave her thigh and his weight settle on top of her.

He arranged her boneless body, hitching a leg up next to her thigh as he cupped one of her hands in his and grasped her thigh with the other.

"Look at me," he told her, his voice low and sultry. "I want to see you face the first time you feel my cock inside you."

Esme opened her eyes for a second. And then his cock was inside her and she closed them as pleasure radiated through her once again.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Carlisle swore as she clenched around him. She was no longer in control of her body as flutters of complete bliss flowed and rolled through her like an uncontrollable wave.

He thrust in and out of her, both of them slaves to their bodies and the gratification they were providing each other. His mouth crushed against hers and they panted, exchanging breaths in an intimate gesture that didn't match the harsh rhythm of their hips or the violent sounds of skin slapping together.

"You were made for me," he mumbled in her ear, seconds before another orgasm hit her.

This one dragged her to the heavens. A loud roaring sound rumbled through her ears and she saw stars. Her skin felt like was on fire and her mouth went dry as she opened it in a silent scream.

Above her, Carlisle fell apart too. She felt it. She felt the warm moisture of come inside her. And then she felt it in her body. She felt his orgasm spin through her, his pleasure twining with hers until she was unsure where his started and hers ended. It cascaded through her like a river, not one part of her body going being unaffected by it.

It ruined her.

She didn't know how long she lay there, her body spasming with aftershocks as her skin tingled. Carlisle pressed kisses to her face, to her cheeks, her nose, her chin, her eyelids and her lips; not one inch of her went untouched.

Eventually, he rolled from her and Esme immediately noted the sense of loss she felt. He soon rectified when she pulled to his chest.

Silence enveloped the room. And despite the tiredness of her body and mind, Esme still had questions.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

Carlisle kissed her head. "I'm not sure, but we'll figure it out. Together."

Esme knew the road ahead wasn't easy. She'd spent her entire life hunting his kind and being fed lies about them. And now she was sharing a bed with one of them. She knew they would face all kinds of obstacles and there were so many unknowns. But she couldn't give this up. She couldn't give him up.

She'd kill anyone who tried to take her vampire away from her.

Thank you for all the kind words of support I've received over the last few weeks regarding my break. It's done me good and the urge to write and post it getting stronger!

I love writing this couple so much so I hope you enjoy this one-shot.