A/N: Just wanted to say I really enjoyed reading the comments I got on the last chapter. I was really surprised by some of the feedback I got! I thought more of you would hate on Edward for being so uncompromising about Bella using her married name in college when it did in fact draw unwanted attention to them (which flew in the face of everything he'd been cautioning her about.) But I get it, I love PossessiveWard, too LOL.

I was trying to think of how I'd feel as a hot-headed semi-newborn teen vamp going to school for the first time. I came to the conclusion that after a year of near-total isolation, Bella would be trying really hard to fit right in with the other Cullen kids and would not appreciate her prone-to-overreaction hubby breathing down her neck and harshing her vibe the whole day. She's the new Jasper as far as being the weakest link, and she's trying to run before she can walk, so that's why I wrote her the way that I did.

Without further ado, I sure hope you enjoy this new update. It's short, but I think the content makes up for it. Muahaha. Happy reading.

*EPOV*

Esme came running when she heard our Ducatis pull into the garage hours before we were supposed to be home.

"What happened? Is everything alright?" she asked anxiously as Bella and I synchronously pulled off our helmets and hung them on the handlebars.

"Everything's fine, Esme," I smiled reassuringly at my mother. "Bella was just a little caught off guard by how…distracting a classroom full of students can be. We're going to hunt and try again tomorrow," I explained.

Esme's compassionate gaze fell upon her youngest daughter. "Oh my darling," she gushed, wrapping her arms around Bella in a tight hug.

"Don't fret, sweet girl. It's quite hard in the beginning, but you'll adjust. Everyone remembers. We all understand," she rushed to console a very dejected-looking Bella.

"Thanks, Esme," Bella smiled faintly. "Care to join us on our hunt?"

"Thank you, dear, but Carlisle and I just hunted yesterday, so I'm good for a while," Esme politely declined. "You two have fun," she winked and dashed back up to the house.

Bella and I quickly ditched our riding gear for clothes more suitable for hunting, and then we were blitzing through the woods without any further delay.

"What are you in the mood for?" I asked lightly. If some large game was what it took to lift her spirits, I didn't care how far away it was that we had to run to make that a reality.

"Hmm, I'm not sure," she frowned, her face marked by indecision.

"Deer?" I started simple.

"No," she vetoed, wrinkling her nose.

"Elk?"

"I had elk last time."

"Coyote?"

"Coyotes are alright, but they aren't very filling, are they? You slaughter a whole pack of 'em and you're thirsty again thirty minutes later."

Exasperated, I finally just asked her straight out. "Bella! What do you want?"

"I'm being difficult, aren't I?" she giggled absently. "You know what I could go for? A mountain lion, I haven't had one of those in ages."

"A decision! Progress!" I teased, victoriously throwing my hands up in the air. It was the wrong time of day to be hunting cougar. We'd just have to rouse one out of slumber and then she'll have an extra feisty kitty to bat around. Better the cat than me, I thought glibly.

"Let's go find you one," I pressed forward, quickly gaining altitude up the side of the mountain.

Luckily, we didn't have to go too far to find one. Only about 90 miles south, down near Monterey.

We followed a couple of dead-end leads where we lost the scent, but eventually followed an initially faint trail right to its source. The large male was snoozing stretched out across a thick tree branch halfway up a large conifer.

"Bon appetit," I whispered, in case she wasn't trying to wake the large feline up. That was how Alice preferred to hunt so that the creature never felt a thing, not even fear.

But that wasn't exactly Bella's style. Bella enjoyed the hunt far too much not to enjoy the inevitable capture just a little.

I had a theory that it was beneficial for us to blow off a little steam during the capture. We spent most of our time masquerading as docile, civilized human beings, which went against our very nature.

I felt it was good for us to let out some of our more violent tendencies in controlled increments. It prevented them from building up too much, and it kept our fighting instincts sharp, but to each their own.

Bella leapt up into the Monterey Cypress, shrieking ferally. The cougar, on a lower branch, sprang to his feet screaming right back. Bella jumped again, tackling the large felid to the damp earth below.

Bella landed flat on her back with a painful-sounding crunch. I winced and had to remind myself that the impact wouldn't have injured her.

Even though the cat had the more advantageous top position, Bella wasted no time in sinking her teeth into the cougar's rapidly pulsing brachial artery, the closest one to her mouth.

It would take her a few seconds longer to drain the animal using that artery, but it would do in a pinch. After several long pulls, his long tawny body started to go slack, his strangled cries gurgling wetly until no more came.

When the blood ran dry, Bella pulled away from the carcass with a loud gasp and threw his body off to the side, springing lightly to her feet.

"That hit the spot," she smiled widely, her teeth stained crimson.

"Good, I'm glad," I said genuinely, happy to see her smiling.

"But, you know…I think I'm still kinda hungry," she sheepishly bit her lip.

This was nothing new. She was still so young that she was rarely satiated after just one kill.

"Tell me what you want and you can have it," I promised, not wishing to play another round of the "What does Bella want?" game. And then I was falling backward. Bella had tackled me to the ground as if I was the next course.

"Makeup sex," she purred, pressing her teeth lightly against my throat, but not quite hard enough to puncture. I moaned in pleasure at the feeling of her soft lips on my skin.

"Yes, that does sound good," I agreed as she kissed her way down my chest, divesting me of my clothes as she went.

She was none too gentle when she wrenched my leather belt from the loops and tossed it off to the side. The rest of my clothes were hastily removed and strewn in every direction.

Then I felt her cool breath on my cock and then the sublime pleasure of her wet mouth sinking down over my length. I let out a visceral growl that rivaled the lion's.

"Bellaaaa," a deep moan, gradually increasing in volume, bellowed out of my chest as she increased the suction and tugged lightly on my scrotum.

She knew exactly what she was doing. She built up the pleasure with long, slow strokes, working me up into a frenzy, and then pulling back right before I climaxed, prolonging the ecstasy and the torment over and over again until it felt like I would go stark raving mad if she didn't let me come without delay.

"Bella, Bella, please. I can't take it!" I begged for release as she firmly stroked my shaft while tonguing my balls.

"Please what?" she teased, moving up to swirl her tongue around my glans.

"Please can I come?" I whined.

She moaned her assent as she took as much of me into her mouth as she could, enthusiastically bobbing up and down with swollen lips wrapped tightly around my painfully hard shaft.

I shouted with ecstatic relief as I finally reached my climax, the paroxysms of pleasure washing over me again and again. She swallowed everything and didn't let up until my entire body went slack, completely depleted from the power of my orgasm.

I laid there in the dirt gasping as if my soul had been sucked out my…well, you know.

"Jesus Christ and all that's holy! What was that?" I panted wildly.

"A blowjob, I think," Bella giggled and scrubbed the back of her hand against her mouth to wipe away the excess moisture. I handed her my discarded t-shirt to dry her hands.

"I should infuriate you more often," I grinned lazily as I pulled her against my chest, cradling her in my arms.

"I can't say that I enjoy fighting with you. But I sure do love the making up," she chuckled.

"I enthusiastically concur," I purred, angling my face so that I could kiss her.

I kissed her softly at first, then more hungrily, deepening the kiss. I could taste myself on her lips and it sent an erotic thrill up my spine.

I took my time, kissing down her body and peeling off her clothes, slowly unwrapping her like a present.

I wanted to tease her every bit as torturously as she tormented me. I licked and sucked around the soft mounds of her breasts, ignoring the rosy, taut tips that begged for my tongue.

"Edward!" she squealed in frustration, trying to direct my mouth back to her breasts but I resisted, kissing down the center of her flat stomach to the waistband of her jeans.

I unfastened them with my teeth, leaving a shallow divot in the brass button where my teeth had made contact. Once undone, I peeled the fabric down over the gentle swell of her hips and off her long, shapely legs.

I made no rush of removing her panties. I was quite enjoying watching her writhe and squirm beneath me, wordlessly begging for contact.

The more I touched and teased, the darker the gusset of her panties became, damp and humid with her building arousal. When the scent of her heat became too strong to ignore any longer, I tore the panties from her body as effortlessly as if they'd been made of spiderwebs.

I swore under my breath at the sight of her naked sex. God, she was gorgeous. Like a ripe peach ready to be devoured. I blew a cold stream of air over the length of her slit and watched in utter fascination as her entire body shuddered at the sensation.

I chuckled darkly as she sobbed from the torment, the sharp need for friction acute to the point of pain. I, however, wasn't quite ready to give in to her inarticulate cries for more.

I resisted the siren call of her sweet center, instead, detouring back up to her neglected nipples. I wrapped my lips around first one then the other, flicking my tongue over the taut buds while I used my fingers to spread her wetness up and down her soft folds.

I encircled the engorged little pearl peeking out from within, but took care not to touch her where she needed to be touched the most.

If I had to beg for it, then so would she. I chuckled again as Bella bucked her hips in search of more contact.

She growled in frustration as her climax evaded her, just out of reach.

"Edward," she panted. "No more teasing. I need you," she whined.

"Need me to what?" I asked, my lips now hovering mere millimeters from her slick arousal.

"Make me come," she clarified, tangling her fingers in my hair.

"How?" I pressed, wanting her to say the words. Cause good lord was it a turn-on when she talked dirty to me!

"With your mouth! Please make me come with your mouth on my pussy," she begged, truly frantic now.

"Ohhh, alright," I feigned reluctance and lowered my mouth to her soft, slick folds, moaning with pleasure at the divine salty, sweet taste of her that coated my tongue.

I could have spent eternity with my face pressed between her thighs, but Bella had other ideas.

No sooner had I wrapped my lips around her swollen bundle of nerves did she shriek with the explosiveness of her orgasm, her tight channel pulsing around my fingers, squeezing them like a vice.

I let Bella ride out her orgasm, gently licking, sucking, and pumping in and out of her with two fingers until her body calmed and her breathing returned to normal.

I smiled up at her glowing face, radiant in the aftermath of her release.

"How was that?" I grinned, sure that I knew the answer.

"There are no words," she panted. "Just expletives," she laughed exhaustedly.

I laughed and gently kissed her folds one last time before crawling back up her body to snuggle her while she recovered.

I sighed contentedly as I spooned her. Bella's petite body fit against the contours of mine like a corresponding puzzle piece. Feeling so much of her exposed skin pressed against me had my cock standing straight up again in no time.

Bella giggled a little drunkenly at the feeling of my erection furrowed between the round globes of her ass.

I then felt her hand reach back to wrap around the base of my erection and line it up with her entrance.

When I finally thrust inside of her, we both groaned with the intense pleasure of being joined. Bodies entwined, we rocked together, two pieces of the same whole, building and climbing toward another shattering climax.

I draped my hand over her hip, dipping my fingers between her legs as I plunged into her again and again. My circling fingers drove her right over the edge and her spasming inner muscles sent me tumbling right after her.

Afterward, we laid there, still joined, for an interminably long period of time. When I finally withdrew from her, we both groaned at the loss.

"Ready to head back?" I asked softly, noticing how low the sun was hanging in the sky. How long had we been here?

"Not really," she laughed, "But I really need a shower," she laughed, running a fingertip through the thin layer of dirt left on her porcelain skin.

"Copy that," I agreed, feeling rather grimy myself. I passed Bella her discarded clothes to redress, all but the tattered remains of her panties which I balled up and shoved in my pocket as a souvenir.

When I finally pulled out my phone to check the time, my eyes widened at the messages I had received, the most recent being over an hour ago.

"Shit," I cursed in dismay. Bella's eyes widened, startled by my rare use of vulgarity. "We have to go," I told her urgently as my phone started vibrating again. "We've got trouble."