AN: I FELT THE NEED TO GIVE Y'ALL ANOTHER PERSPECTIVE THIS GO AROUND. WE'RE CLOSE TO THE END, BUT THERE'S STILL PLENTY TO GO. AS THE STORY GETS MORE COMPLEX, MORE SIDES NEED TO BE UNDERSTOOD.

Warning: RATED M this chapter includes, language, sexual situations and themes(slash/lgbt) if it's not for you, that's fine. It will be covered in the next chapter without the slash scene.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Even Peter. Who wouldn't want their own Peter. I would keep him nestled safe and warm. Cozy. ;)

EPOV

CH8

Part3

Silver tongue serpent

That was NOT acceptable! Over and over during the battle, Peter accosted me with lewd thoughts and lewd images. I couldn't escape them. The second I would get close to him, he would play a highlight reel of fantasies involving me performing sexual acts on him. I couldn't focus. Each time I would invade his space, he would invade my mind. I found myself having to circle around the field and start over again. Each step I took was pure torture on me.

His hands wrapped around me.. he asked me to submit. What a laugh. I've never in all my life felt so.. violated. Some nerve. He's taking advantage of me. It wasn't just a battle of physical or tactical superiority. No. It was more than that. My moral sensibilities were attacked on that field. How can he accept such a win where he fought dirty? Where's the honor? And in front of my fiancé!

The fact that I had a physiological response is entirely beside the point. It was humiliating to have him wrapped around me in that way while.. those thoughts were playing out in his mind. His own hardness pressing into my back. The way I was forced to submit in order to spare my dignity. This is an affront!

"I suppose you expect me to apologize…" Peter calmly announces himself with as he emerges from the brush, his face colored in a cocky smirk.

"You're goddamn right I do! You cheated! You assaulted me on that field with all sorts of lewd images. You need to apologize. You embarrassed me in front of Bella." I'm seething as I glare at him. I feel my jaw tense up. I clench my teeth together in rage as I fight my inner beast back from making an appearance.

"Hey now, I can't just control my thoughts, pretty boy… they are what they are. If you don't like them, don't listen."

I bark out a wry laugh, "Huh… don't listen? That's genius! Why didn't I think of that? I can't believe in the whole goddamn century I've been alive I didn't think of that.. Thank you! Thank you so much for enlightening me, Peter."

His eyes sparkled with mirth, "Glad to help, baby. I'd just about do anything to get you to say my name again."

'Imagine what pleasure you could be having with me, Pretty boy. I've had a lot of experience. I could make you see stars. Wanna find out why my names Peter? Promise to keep it a secret?' Peter begins showing me memories of his hand wrapped around his large manhood as he slides it into orifice after orifice.

"What?.. No! Stop that!" I growled. "This is obscene! You oughta be ashamed of yourself. I don't want to see that!"

"That's not what I saw in the field. You seemed rather a little more than excited at the prospect of me having my hands on you." Also, my cock pressed against your ass made you moan out loud, pretty boy.

"Pet- You… Uuggghh!! You're infuriating! Nothing in the world would make me want to be with the likes of you! You're crass, uneducated, and uncouth. You have no culture, you're a barbarian! I would never- EVER- consider engaging in any kind of intercourse with you. So you can stop those little thoughts right there."

'Well, you're certainly not engaging in intercourse with that tantalizing little human girl you left in Jasper's lap.' Peter let loose a mocking laugh and flashed out of my site. He was not this fast on the field. Was he holding ba-

The wind whooshed around me, and before I knew it, I found myself in the same hold I was in earlier.

Peter chuckled, "Oh, pretty boy, you sure love to play hard to get."

His right hand releases my hair and slides down my front. With his fingers splayed out, he's inspecting every nook and cranny of my form. I try to wriggle free but each time I struggle, his grip tightens, and his chest shakes with laughter. When he reaches the hem of my shirt, he slips his hand underneath and etches a trail along the waistband of my pants with his rough fingertips. A wake of burning warmth left in his path as he explores my lower torso.

He breathes into my neck, "Mm.. So smooth… and look at you… all hard and.. excited… at my touch. Me thinks someone might actually want to… how did you say it? Oh yeah: '…engage in any kind of intercourse with me.' Did you mean that, sugar? You'd do any kind of intercourse with me? Frankly, I'm touched." A grin split his face as he waggled his eyebrows at me, "…or at least I'd like to be."

"You're sick! What, I tell you no way and you don't even pretend to listen? You just hear what you wanna hear and… take what you want to take."

His tongue traces a line up the sensitive area of skin along the nape of my neck before he pulls my earlobe into his mouth, groaning, "I'd never do anything you wouldn't want, pretty boy. I think you deserve to have a little release, don't you? You're obviously not giving it to your fiancé. Where does all that tension go?"

His hand slips the button of my pants free from its eyelet. The zipper teeth hiss as he slowly lowers its tab.

"Peter… don't.." I gasp.

"Don't what, Edward?" 'Toy with your body until you cum into my hand and scream out my name? Until fireworks burst behind your eyes and you beg me to take you as roughly as I got you on the field? Don't let you fuck my fist because I know you want this just as much as I do?'

As he shamelessly pollutes my thoughts with his own, he follows up promptly in action, doing just as his thoughts describe. I keep my eyes shut, trying my hardest to keep them out, but when the two are combined, I-…

"Oh god!" I cry out. I'm so fucking weak. This feels better than I ever expected. So firm and strong, wrapped around me.. So… opposite to my Bella. Soft, sweet, pure… Bella. Peter has me pinned up against his hard, sculpted body. He's grinding into my backside with his obvious state of arousal, and I can only writhe and whimper. Helpless in his arms.

"Let me show you what you're missing, Edward. Call it an experiment. If you hate it, I'll leave. If you don't, I'll give you my number." For once in your life, live a little. I want to see the real Edward hiding behind all those manners. I wanna play with your beast. I wanna stroke him until he purrs.

I can't say it out loud… but… I want to. I want to so badly. To just.. give in. Stop fighting it. I'm so tired all the time from all the fighting and he's offering to let me just be. I can't deny that the prospect… It's appealing.

I swallow thickly and nod, knowing I just signed my own ticket to hell. If there were ever a chance for my soul, it's long since passed. I just want to feel something. I just want to experience… something.

Peter scrapes his teeth across my throat and shoulders. His right hand slips underneath the waistband of my boxer-briefs, disturbing the auburn curls down there, the ones that have never been seen by another. He crawls those rough fingertips down one side of the 'v' of my pelvis. His thumb anchors itself onto the hilt of my manhood as his long fingers press against the very base of the underside of my shaft, rubbing further back than I've ever thought to. He continues to tease that spot, causing my hips to buck forward as my ass clenches, the muscles there pushing me from him, squeezing onto what's pressed between. Before I got a chance to fully enjoy this, he swings his hand around my base, wrapping his fingers around my shaft and starts tenderly sliding them toward the tip.

"Well, well, well if this isn't a lovely surprise. You, dear boy, have quite the anaconda yourself."

His grip around it begins to tighten. He massages the tip of his thumb just underneath the ridge of the head, where it's at its most rigid. I feel a slight shock of the nerves as he swipes his curled index finger over the slit, gathering my leaking moisture and spreading it down the underside of the top of my length. His grip tightens just a bit more as he runs long, twisting pumps up and down my length. Each stroke bends me upwards slightly, pushing his thumb against the point where I'm the most rigid. I can't help but let out soft moans, despite every bit of effort I've been putting forth to suppress them.

I can feel the ropes of his steel muscles, scarred and rough, as they press up against my back. I can feel his bicep bulging and contracting against my side as he works my member better than I've ever done myself. It's almost as if he can read my mind. My pleasure.

Peter groans in my ear, "Do you have any idea what those little noises you're making are doing to me?"

My moan is strangled, and I shudder at his words. I can feel his erection grinding, thrusting against my backside. My head falls back, pressing against his shoulder. I can't help the reactions I have.. His pace increases. He changes the rhythm here and there, teasing me close only to pull back to reality.. then tear at it again.. My hips jerk back and forth. My backside clenches around him as I try to resist, and not to resist. I don't know anymore. The pure pleasure is overwhelming me. I feel like every nerve I have is on fire. I'm electricity. I'm warmth. I've never felt this free. I've never felt this.. good.

"I've never… l-lost.. oh go-… control… like- ngh- this." My words are broken and my breathing is hastened. I feel frantic. I'm so close.

"You gonna cum for me, Edward?" Peter growls in my ear.

"I…" …don't ask me such things… not now..

"Cmon, pretty boy, I wanna see you fall apart."

"Peter…" I just might..

"Do it, explode in my hands.."

"Oh… n-" What's happening?

"Let go, Edward."

"Oh…" Something is happening. My body is tensing. His hand is working me furiously. I can't hold back. I'm gonna-

"OH FUCK!" I shout out into the quiet forest as something snaps inside and I release right there, in the woods, to Peter's overly-skilled touch. So that's how it feels, huh? …exquisite. For a moment I lose myself. After feeling so tense for so long, it's like-… It's like I can breathe. I- I could never achieve such a thing on my own. But with Peter… of all people. How embarrassing.

"Good boy…" Peter purrs into my ear in his low rumbling voice. He removes his hand from my pants and releases me onto the floor.

Peter then smirks and brings his fingers up to his mouth, cleaning them off with his tongue, "Mm-mm-mmh. You taste incredible, pretty boy."

Like magic my erection is back. This is a nightmare. I lay prone on the ground reflecting on what in the world just happened. How did I let this happen?

"You should probably pull yourself together, Edward. Wouldn't want your fiancé to worry."

I freeze, "Bella."

Upon our return to the clearing Jasper had Bella in his arms. Protectively. He whispers in her ear, and I have to stop. The way he holds her… I've been so blind.

I've never looked at her like that. I've never held her like that. She's my girl, my fiancé, my best friend in the whole world. I love her. I'm only just now realizing what she was trying to tell me before. I don't desire her. I don't look at her the way that Emmet looks at Rose, and it's not fair to her.

Oh god, I cheated on her. With a man.

I lock eyes with Jasper and his thoughts hit me like a ton of bricks, How the hell could you leave her here? Do you have any idea the insecure mess she is? She thinks we're gonna abandon her… again. She thinks once you figure out that she's not good enough for you, you'll leave her all alone. Or worse, she'll be killed by the Volturri. She saw everything, Edward. How you reacted to Peter.

A frown eclipses my features, and I can't wipe it away. I can't pretend like he's wrong. I know he's talking about what happened after her birthday. She's been so sensitive about trying to keep us from leaving her since we all came back. I don't think she trusts that I won't leave her again if I'm upset with her. I need to talk to Bella. She has to know I wouldn't leave her behind again.

"Edward!" She gasps her eyes dart between myself and Peter. Only now do I realize he's completely destroyed my shirt. "Where did you go? Are you ok?"

I spare an irked glance over at him. Now I feel like an even bigger jerk, "I'm fine, lov- …Bella. I want to talk to you about a few things.. Mind if we head to your place a little early?"

Her face is paler than usual as she nods and as I glance up to meet Jasper's angry expression, I realize my mistake.

"No one's going anywhere, Bella. I just wanted to talk to you without a whole house of vampires listening in." I offer her a hopefully reassuring grin and extend my elbow for her to grab.

Her breathing and heart rate reduce to a normal speed as she loops her arm with mine. She smiles warily, "Sure, Edward."

We walk to the edge of the clearing and I pull her onto my back for the rest of the run. I try to slow my pace a bit so she's not nauseas when we arrive at her car. I can't help the urge to pull her into my chest. This hurts. She's going to hate me, but I will do right by her. I'll do anything for her. I'm the whole reason she's in this mess… and it is a mess.

"Here, let me drive you home." I grab her keys and maneuver this death trap of a truck out of the driveway and onto the road. I couldn't possibly make her uncomfortable with my speed in this thing. It starts shaking and clanging when I hit 50mph. I can feel her nerves increase the closer we get to the house.

"My dad's not home today so, do you want to come in through the front door like you're not a juvenile delinquent?" She chuckles, I can tell she's trying to ease her anxiety with humor.

"Let's not pretend you're the only girl who isn't into bad boys. I'm a vampire Bella. You like them as bad as they get."

She rolls her eyes but can't fight off the genuine smile creeping across her lips, "I suppose you're right."

This is easier than it's ever been for us. Somehow the knowledge that we don't fit together romantically, sexually, has freed me of the pressure to be someone I'm not for her. As painful as this will be, it's right. I run to open her door for her and escort her inside, determined not to make the same mistake I did last time.

She's in the kitchen heating up food and drinking a lot, A LOT, of water. "What's up, Edward? What did you want to talk to me about?"

Rip the metaphorical bandaid off, "I think you're right."

She smirks and crosses her arms in front of herself, "…and what is it I'm right about this time?"

"I love you. You're my favorite person in the whole world. None of what I'm about to say will change that." I glance up to see her suddenly stricken and fidgeting. Here goes nothing, "Bella, I had sex with Peter. Well, more like allowed him to do something sexual to me. I cheated on you. What I'm trying to say is-…"

She's biting her lip and inspecting my face for something, I'm not sure.

"I don't know if I'm gay or whatever other terms people are using these days, but I know the the way I've been dealing with your attempts at a sexual relationship are counterproductive. I love you, but I don't think it's that way. God, Bella I'm so sorry. I can't imagine how you feel right now, and I promise I'll do anything to make this up to you. Just because I'm not sure about myself doesn't mean I'm not sure about you. Please forgive me."

She grimaces and sinks to the floor pulling her knees to her chest, "I kinda knew this was coming. I mean, Peter is hot as hell. I'm not mad at you at all. You have nothing to be sorry for… I should be sorry."

"You?"

"Yeah, you see, uh… I've-.." She pauses for a moment of hesitation. "I've been fooling around with Jasper for weeks."

Suddenly my brain starts working overtime, "When did it start?"

"The day at the lake, when I was mad at you. You were being so controlling and you were hovering and monitoring my meals… I just was so mad. Especially considering I was coming off of months of rejection from you. Jasper had said something to me the last time I tried with you, and you fled. I don't know… he just.. didn't hesitate. He touched me, and it felt good, and I just wanted.. more."

Her mood improved that day because he gave her something I couldn't. He made her feel desired in a way I was unable to do. "I'm sorry, Bella. I'm so sorry you felt that way.. enough to… But-…Jasper?"

"…What?!"

"…Really? Jasper?"

"What? He's hot!"

I laugh a little, to break the tension. This is among the many reasons I love her. This is going to be tough.

She huffed for a moment, "It started off with him just helping me find release, but I think it's more now. I… I know it's more now."

I nodded, "So, is this it?"

"If Alice doesn't murder me, I'd like to think we could still be friends. You're kinda my favorite person too. When we're not trying to force romance."

"Alice and Jasper have been deteriorating for some time now. I don't think you have to worry about her attacking you. She'll be upset, but I know she just wants everyone to be happy. She loves you. She'll get over it." I'm not sure how long it will take for Alice to get over it, but I'm confident she will.

"Do you wanna go tell the family together?" She sighs staring at her shoes.

I hold my hand out to her and pull her up into my arms, kissing her temple, "You have no idea how badly I wanted it to be you. You're stunning and smart and kind and amazing. I'm so sorry I couldn't give you everything you deserve."

A tear slips down her cheek and she pulls me into a deep hug, "I love you, Edward. I'm so sorry I didn't do any of this right. I'm still a kid in a lot of ways. I'm still learning."

I brush my fingers through her beautiful hair and tilt her face to look at me, "You don't have to worry about any of that. We both made a lot of mistakes. I just don't want to lose you entirely."

She's my best friend.

When we arrive back at the house, everyone is waiting in the dining room, Peter included.

Carlisle steps forward, "You said you had an announcement to make, Edward…" his gaze shifts over to my 'fiancé', "Bella."

"We had a talk about our relationship and…"

Alice bounces off of Jasper's lap and shouts, "Jasper and I are gonna get married again. Renewing our vows and throwing a fantastic party!"

Bella's face falls, she looks green and broken. I remember that face. From when I left. I won't leave her like this again.

"Alice!" Esme glared, "You interrupted Edward. He called the meeting. Please wait for Edward to be finished before making announcements. That was incredibly rude."

"Sorry." She chirped.

Carlisle returned his eyes to mine, "You were saying…"

I step forward and grab her hand, "What we were going to inform everyone was: we decided to wait to have the wedding until after Bella's change. She's been struggling with anxiety about the Volturri checking up so we decided to wait to celebrate once everything is settled."

Bella nodded numbly along with me. If I didn't know any better I'd swear no one was in there. Except she gave me a slight squeeze in my hand as a thank you for rescuing her.

The family smiled and approved of this idea. I return their smiles and make an excuse to take Bella home now that our announcement is done.

"I can't stay here, Edward. After he said.. and then he just goes and does that?!" She's pacing. In her small room, it just looks like she's walking in circles. It's adorable.

"I'll take you wherever you want to go, Bella. Anywhere." I grinned at her. "Wanna go out to a bar? I heard you have a bucket list you're trying to check things off of."

A tap at her bedroom window startles both of us. Peter. How is he so stealthy?

She opens the room to him and gestures him inside, "What's up, Peter?"

"Not much, cookie… just checking in on the sexiest couple in town." He smirks at us and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I ask firmly.

"I got a feeling you guys might want to go somewhere… anywhere other than here." He grinned at us… there's no way..

"You got a feeling?"

"I overheard you…" he shrugged, "Same difference."

Of course…

Bella shook her head but she was obviously amused, "Where are you gonna take us Peter?"

"I got a few spots we can go… You're gonna love it, cookie."

I'm unusually at ease. It's amazing what an orgasm can do for one's psyche. No wonder Bella's been so calm lately, "I'm in. What do you say, Bella?"

"Fuck it." She huffs and grabs a duffel bag.

"Hell yes!" Peter shouts, "…and listen cookie, if you need a helping hand with your own… release… pretty boy here can vouch for my ability to lend a helping hand." He winks. At me. Bastard.

She laughs and I sigh. Anything for her.