What if Jasper had never called Peter when Edward bit Bella? 5 years down the line, how will things go when Bella and Peter cross paths? AU of Irresistible. Don't need to read Irresistible first, but it helps. M for citrusy goodness.

Fated: Chapter 2

It's been three days since Peter arrived.

I don't think anyone's noticed that I'm not breathing around him, or that I'm avoiding him.

Luckily, I've been able to use the excuse of wanting to explore, and I've managed to drag every single one of the family except obviously Peter, on separate excursions from the house.

The others have also been on a few trips to explore the neighboring towns, but I'm not really allowed around humans at the moment.

Well…I'm not allowing myself around humans.

It's a process I go through every time I slip up.

2 months of no human contact.

Then I start small and build back up again.

It's frustrating and agonizing.

Jasper thinks it's over the top and that I should get straight back out, but I don't want to deal with the shame of being the family fuck up once again.

We could have stayed in Alaska for another two to three years, but because of me, we'd had to uproot everything and leave.

The man I'd killed had 3 children and a wife. His parents lived 5 houses down from him. He was a car mechanic.

I replay killing him constantly, the smile on his face when he saw me.

The way he asked me sweetly if I'd needed help.

He'd had kind eyes.

Like Charlie's.

I bite back a sob, resting my head on my knees.

Most of all I remember the taste of his blood, the feel of it gliding down my throat, his strangled cries getting quieter and quieter as I took his life.

And I'd liked it. Reveled in it.

Until I'd realized what I'd done.

My body shakes softly as another sob threatens to leave my throat.

'Are you okay?' I hear Peter say behind me.

Not now. Not him.

I pull my head out of my knees and keep my eyes forward.

'I'm fine.' I say, holding my breath.

Peter sighs and sits down next to me.

'You can't just stop breathin' every time I come near you.' He says quietly.

I glance at him out the corner of my eye.

He's studying me, his crimson eyes soft and thoughtful.

'I have to go.' I say abruptly, jumping to my feet.

Peter growls, standing up next to me, his hand grabbing mine.

I take an unexpected breath at the feel of his skin, his scent flooding me.

I'm expecting the rush of lust that crashes into me, but I'm surprised by the addition of a deep longing in my gut.

I stare down at his hand and Peter rubs his thumb across my skin.

'What's wrong?' He asks me gently, tugging me a little closer.

'I'm fine.' I lie, avoiding his gaze.

His hand cups my cheek, his eyes searching mine.

'I can feel it Bella. Talk to me.' He murmurs.

I don't know how it happens but suddenly my head is in his neck and I'm sobbing, my emotions rushing out of me so intensely I feel like I can't stand.

Peter's arms wrap around me tightly as he presses his cheek to my head and I breathe in his scent greedily, every breath making me feel a little calmer and less out of control.

I hold onto him like he's the only thing keeping me upright, maybe he is. Eventually I manage to stop sobbing and I extricate myself from his arms reluctantly.

'I'm sorry.' I say embarrassed by my behavior.

Peter smiles at me softly, his beautiful red eyes intense as they look into mine.

'Will you tell me why you're so upset?' He asks gently, his hands moving to grip my waist gently.

His fingers burn into my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I feel a strong urge to bury myself in his arms again, to bask in the feeling of safety and deep contentment that had surrounded me when I was there.

But I can't.

Because I shouldn't want him like this.

'No.' I say sharply, pulling myself out of his arms.

His face falls, his eyes full of hurt.

I jump from the balcony and for once I don't feel any pleasure, just a horrible wrenching sensation in my gut.

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'It's fine you go with Emmett, I'm done now anyway.' I tell Edward, kissing him softly.

'See you at the house then love.' He says, shooting me a grin before he runs forward to catch up with Emmett.

They want some grizzly's, but I'm not in the mood to hunt.

It's been a few days since my hug with Peter and I've been moping ever since.

How can it be that in the whole 6 years that I've been a vampire, nobody has ever made me feel as safe and protected as Peter did from a hug?

I don't understand what it is between us, why I seem to crave him constantly.

When I get back to the house I realise with surprise that I'm the only one here and my body relaxes at the knowledge.

I love my family, but I sometimes miss the solitary I used to have as a human. Even when Edward and I first started dating, I'd have time completely by myself in the evenings, and for a few days when he went hunting.

I fly up the stairs to Edward and my room, but pause at the doorway.

My eyes flick to the door at the end of the hall.

With no one home, that means Peter's room is empty…

His intoxicating scent is everywhere on this level and I stand there, letting myself breathe it in for once.

My arousal is immediate, my lower stomach tightening and my nipples pebbling in my t-shirt.

I want more…

Before I even finish the thought I'm standing in front of his door.

I breathe in deeply.

God.

I place a hand on my belly breathing out a shuddering breath.

My whole body feels electrified, my underwear already damp with my desire.

I step closer, my hand resting on the wood of the door.

It opens easily and Peter's scent gets stronger.

I shudder, my hand slipping down my stomach as I feel a wave of intense desire rush through me.

'Fuck.' I mutter.

Before I know what's happening, I'm in the middle of the room and standing in front of the king sized bed.

I shouldn't be in here.

His sheets smell like him, sandalwood and cherries.

God, I want to bury myself in them.

I take another deep breath, my fingers brushing over the silky material.

My skin tingles as a deeper, muskier version of his scent washes over me.

Oh god.

It's his arousal.

Fuck.

I moan out loud, my thighs clenching together as heat builds in my core.

I can't stop myself from moving closer, slowly lowering my face to the material.

As I breathe in the scent intensifies and my body reacts automatically, a moan spilling from my mouth, fingers gripping the material tightly as a wave of intense heat rolls through my body, pooling at the apex of my thighs.

Mine.

The thought snaps down my spine like I've been electrified.

If it smells like this it means…

Images of Peter lying on the bed naked, his hand wrapped around his member as he moves his fist up and down, assault me.

The throb between my legs increases and I shudder, my hand sliding down my stomach on its own accord.

I wonder what he looks like naked…when he's hard…

My eyes roll back in my head at the thought and before I even know what's happening my hand is slipping inside of my jeans.

I gasp at the feel of the denim, damp against my fingers.

I'm so unbelievably wet.

I moan again as my fingers brush the swollen nub above my center, drifting lower and shivering at the slick feel of my arousal.

There's a sound at the front of the house and I jump upright, rushing out of Peter's room and throwing myself, fully clothed into my shower, washing away his scent from my body.

I stand there, the water on freezing, breathing heavily, my whole body aching with need.

What is wrong with me?

He's going to know I was in there.

Fuck.

I press my hands against the wall, trying to force myself to calm down as the water thrums against my head.

I don't know why Peter has this effect on me, but it terrifies me.

When I finally emerge from the shower, Edward is lying on the bed, reading.

He's in the same outfit as before, never a messy hunter, unlike me.

I wonder what Peter looks like hunting.

I've never seen him. But why would I, he hunts humans.

I feel shame seep through me when the thought of Peter sinking his teeth into a human neck does nothing but arouse me.

Edward puts down the book and smiles at me crookedly.

'Good shower?'

I nod at him, smiling back guiltily. 'How were the bears?'

I hear footsteps outside our door, continuing down the hall.

Oh no he's back.

He's going to know!

I squeeze my towel tightly as I hear his door open.

There's a low, husky groan, 'Ugh fuck.'

The sound makes my body shiver.

Does…does my scent affect him too?

There's the sound of a bed squeaking and then a low growl.

Is he lying where I just was?

There's another husky groan, the unzipping of jeans.

Oh god is he…is he touching himself?

I bite my lip to stop myself moaning out loud.

'-but Emmett beat me to the bigger one.'

'What?' I ask Edward confused.

He cocks his head at me, his eyes dropping down my towel clad body. 'Oh.' He says, ochre darkening to black.

I swallow when I realise that he can smell my arousal.

And he thinks it's for him.

Of course.

Because another male touching himself shouldn't turn me on.

Nothing should turn me on except the man in front me.

Edward's my mate.

What is wrong with me.

I drop the towel with a smirk and throw myself on him, straddling his hips playfully. Edward groans, gripping my waist.

'God you're so beautiful.'

I can hear Peter's low, steady groans as if he's in the room with me and I shiver, trying not to imagine him gripping his hard flesh, hips rising off the bed as he slams his fist down.

Oh god.

I kiss Edward fiercely, one hand roughly tugging his hair while the other rips his t-shirt from his body. Edward pulls back from my kiss gasping, 'Hey, why so rough?'

I shift my hips, feeling him hard and straining under me.

'Don't you want to fuck me?' I ask him, biting my lip teasingly.

Please Edward. Fuck me and make me forget about him.

Peter's groans pick up and heat rushes down my spine.

He's slamming his fist so hard I can hear the wet sound of slick skin against skin.

God…

Edward's eyes widen and he frowns at me. 'Bella, what's gotten into you?'

There's a long drawn out growl and a series of shuddering groans.

I imagine Peter lying there, his release covering his palm and thighs.

I moan as I rub myself against Edward's straining erection, 'Please, I want you to be rough with me, bend me over and fuck me hard, show me how much you want me.'

Edward's eyes widen further. 'What's going on love? You're never like this…'

Rejection curls in the pit of my stomach, dampening my desire and I pull back from him.

'I'm sorry.' I apologise.

His ochre eyes study mine curiously. 'Why do...'

'Forget it Edward.' I say hurriedly, 'I was just being silly.'

He tucks my hair behind my ear, leaning up to kiss me softly. 'Can I make love to you?'

I swallow, not really in the mood anymore.

'I…'

Edward smiles understandingly. 'Later then.'

I stare at him.

Why is he so understanding?

Why doesn't he want to ravage me?

Why don't I want to ravage him?

When I get outside, Peter's sitting on the porch.

He stands up when he sees me and I go to turn back inside but he grabs my wrist, stopping me.

My whole body arches in pleasure at the feel of his skin on mine and I let out a soft whimper.

Peter's eyes go black and he swallows.

'Have you seen the waterfalls?' He asks.

I shake my head, a little confused by his question.

He smirks softly and my eyes drop to his full pink lips automatically.

I'm glad that no one has access to my mind or emotions because the desire that crashes through me almost brings me to my knees and I find myself unable to think of anything except how Peter probably tastes like cherries.

Peter's fingers stroke my wrist gently and my mouth opens slightly with pleasure.

He licks his lips, his eyes full of desire.

'Let me show you?' He asks in a normal voice.

I want to say no but I know that our conversation is being overheard and I don't know what excuse I could use that would make sense.

I don't trust myself alone with you.

Yeah, that can't be said out loud.

'Sure.' My voice sounds surprisingly normal and I glance up at the house guiltily.

Peter tugs at my hand and then we're running.

I pull out of his grip reluctantly, creating distance between us as I run beside him.

He laughs, a low and husky sound that makes me want to pin him to the nearest tree and rip his clothes off.

He comes to a stop suddenly.

We're in the middle of the forest and not at the destination he had implied.

I open my mouth to ask him why we've stopped but he speaks before I get a chance.

'You were in my room.' Peter states calmly, his red eyes glinting as they stare into mine.

I nod.

Peter is suddenly walking towards me and I back up into a tree, the bark against my back.

His mouth is near my ear. 'Why?' The tone is desperate, needy, and my body shakes in anticipation.

'I just…I was looking for something.'

Peter hums, 'Yeah? What were you lookin' for sugar?' His voice is so low in my ear, I don't want to feel like this for him, but I can't help it.

'I…' Peter's nose skims down my neck and I whimper, my head tilting back.

He groans, the low sound making my stomach clench.

'Why were you in there?' He repeats huskily.

He's not touching me but my skin tingles as though he is.

I've never been this turned on in my life.

I close my eyes in defeat, 'I just….your scent it's…'

I find myself leaning up and then my nose is brushing his neck.

My breath catches in my throat, as I fight the urge to lick him, taste his skin, bite him.

Venom floods my mouth and I moan, my lips parting.

'Fuck. Bella.' Peter groans, 'You can't…ugh…'

His hands slam into the tree, either side of my head, his body still apart from mine.

I smell his arousal, thick and musky and I feel a growl rumble in my chest.

Peter growls back, his throat vibrating against my nose and a rush of moisture gathers between my legs.

I want to pin him to the tree.

Before I realise what's happening, I'm doing it, grabbing his t-shirt in my hands and twisting us around, slamming his back into the tree so hard it whines, branches swaying.

Peter looks shocked and aroused, his black eyes burning with desire.

I swallow. I can feel his skin under the T-shirt, his muscles…I unclench my hands from the material carefully, aware that I'm seconds away from ripping it off him.

We stare at each other for a moment, breathing heavily as I flatten my hands against his chest.

His muscles tense under my fingertips.

I want to explore, feel his bare skin under my hands.

Peter swallows and the pure need in his eyes makes me squeeze my thighs together, an ache building in the pit of my stomach.

He feels it too.

Peter's mouth parts and he licks his lips.

I'm leaning into him before I can stop myself, my hard nipples brushing his chest as my mouth hovers by his.

'Fuck.' He groans.

His breath washes over my mouth and I whimper.

'I want…' I find myself saying, delicious tingles rippling across my skin.

Peter groans softly. 'I know.'

His lips brush mine and they're so soft.

'What…is this?' I ask Peter, forcing my head back from him.

He swallows, his large hand gently gripping my hip.

The feel of his hand on me sends a hot spike of pleasure up my spine.

I've never felt like this before…Edward has never made me feel like this.

The moan that leaves my mouth is needy and wanting and he growls softly.

'You're mine.' He says huskily, a possessive tremor in his voice that makes my knees weak.

His words ring in my head.

They feel so right.

But how can that be?

'Edward.' I state, confused.

Peter shakes his head.

'No. You're not his mate. You're mine, and I'm yours.'

His lips brush mine again and he skims them along my jaw to my ear.

'Can't you feel this?' His voice is low, and his breath makes my skin tingle.

Yes.

My hands clench in his T-shirt.

'I…'

He groans, 'Mm you smell so good. Do you know how fuckin' hard it was to walk into my room and smell you everywhere? Knowing how wet you must have been for me. Are you wet for me now sugar?'

I moan, my back arching, pressing my hip into his hand.

I feel something thick and hard press against my stomach and my eyes roll back into my head as I realise it's his erection.

White hot lust floods my body, and a needy whine emerges from my throat.

Peter groans gutturally, 'Do you have any idea how much I need you? How much I need to fuck you. You're mine.'

Oh god.

I whimper in response to his words, my thighs clenching together.

Images of our naked bodies writhing together flood my mind and I gasp, the ache between my thighs deepening.

My hands leave his shirt quickly and slam into the wood either side of the bark as I fight the urge to launch myself at him.

I won't do it.

I won't let myself touch him.

But I want…

'Please.' I hear myself whimper.

I don't know what I'm asking for.

It's me trapping him.

He's at my mercy.

Something in me rises possessively and I growl.

Peter's body shudders, his chest rumbling as his thumb rubs my hip softly, the motion going straight to my core.

'Fuck. Don't beg me I can't take it.' His voice drops to a low, needy tone that makes my whole body tremble.

He moves out from under me suddenly, ducking under my hands and stepping back.

I whirl around to face him, biting my lip and Peter watches the movement, his eyes completely black.

His expression is feral, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his heavy breaths.

Mine is the same, and in the back of my mind I note with amusement that we're panting even though neither of us need to breathe.

I find my gaze drifting down his torso, lingering on the way his t-shirt clings to the muscles underneath.

He's taller than Edward, broader.

I want to see his bare skin, feel it against mine.

My eyes drop lower and I whine, low in my throat at the thick bulge in the denim of his jeans.

I can see the outline of him straining against the material.

He's so big.

And hard.

For me.

Mine.

Peter groans softly. 'God please don't look at my cock like that I'm barely holdin' onto my control.'

I swallow, my eyes springing back up his face shyly.

If I was human, I'd be blushing.

Nobody has ever spoken to me the way Peter is right now.

Peter raises an eyebrow at me, the corner of his mouth lifting up. 'Innocent little thing ain't ya.'

I widen my eyes, 'No…'

'Say cock then.' He smirks.

Heat burns down my spine from the way he's looking at me.

'…cock.' I manage to get out, biting my lip.

Peter licks his lips, his eyes burning.

I think he liked hearing me say it.

The thought makes me wetter than I've ever been in my life.

He tilts his head, 'You weren't so shy when you were askin' him to fuck you…hard.'

I don't miss the slight drop in his tone or the way his eyes flash.

Is he jealous?

I ignore how pleased that makes me.

'That was…not about him.' I find myself reassuring Peter, my eyes widening in shock as I realise what I've said.

His eyes glint, 'What was it about then?'

I swallow. 'I was…I heard…'

Peter smirks at me, 'You heard what sugar? My reaction to walkin' into my room and smelling you all over the sheets?' His eyes darken and I shiver.

'Yes.' I admit, pressing my thighs together. 'I heard you…' I trail off shyly.

Peter raises his eyebrows at me, humor dancing in the black orbs.

'Touching yourself.' I finish hurriedly.

Peter laughs huskily, a low chuckle that makes my lower stomach clench, 'Yeah?' His voice is husky. 'Did you like hearing that sugar?'

I stare at him nervously as the memory replays in my head, husky groans, metal zipper…

My head is nodding before I give it permission to.

Peter hums in approval and I shiver, 'Want to know what I was thinkin' about darlin'?'

'No.' I lie, biting my lip and peeking at him from under my eyelashes.

Peter smirks. 'You're so fuckin' cute.'

I feel a warmth bloom in my chest at his words and I feel my lips curve up in a small smile.

He studies me, his eyes lightening to a deep crimson, the corner of his mouth lifting.

'Beautiful actually.' He corrects, a soft sigh spilling from his mouth.

I try to ignore the way my chest flutters at his words and start pacing back and forth.

'I'm so confused.' I huff, 'I love Edward, we've been together for 6 years. Even if…even if what you're saying is true, I can't just…break up with him.'

Peter cocks his at me, 'Do you want to?'

I frown. 'No, I mean…I don't even know you. I feel…attracted to you obviously…but I…'

Peter steps closer to me and gently grips my hand.

My body tightens as lust catapults through me and he breathes out shakily.

'Look past the desire sugar.' He says softly, rubbing his thumb against my hand. 'What else do you feel…'

I close my eyes, holding my breath so his scent doesn't distract me.

His touch feels…god I want him…but no, there's more, it feels…

'It feels right.' Peter says softly.

Yes. So unbelievably right.

My eyes spring open, shocked to see his crimson orbs so close to mine.

A dizzying urge to hug him, feel his arms around me, rushes through me and I stare down at our enclosed hands with surprise.

There's a hum where our skin is touching.

Peter let's go and I gasp at the feeling of loss that runs through me.

He laughs softly when I grip his hand again and then he's pulling me into his arms, burying his head in my hair.

I feel my whole body relax, a deep contentment rising in my gut.

'I'm sorry I couldn't help it.' Peter mumbles into my hair.

He sighs, rubbing his head against my hair.

Being in his arm feels like… it feels like I've jumped from the tallest height in the world and I'm free falling through the air.

Pure exhilaration, ecstasy and joy.

I grip him tighter, inhaling deeply.

Peter's scent fills my throat and suddenly the contentment is replaced by pure, unwavering need.

As if Peter senses the change, his body tenses, a shiver rolling down his body.

Peter pushes me away gently, and even though I should be grateful, the rejection that fills me is physically painful.

'I'm sorry.' Peter states, his red eyes filling with emotion.

'Wow that…hurt.' I swallow the lump in my throat.

A pained expression crosses his face. 'I know… You know why I…it's not because I don't want you.'

'I know.' I say softly.

And I do, because in my gut I know he's right, that he's…that I'm…

Mates.

I slump down to the floor, holding my knees. 'Oh god, what do I do?'

A/N I think this is going to be around 5 or 6 chapters just to let you guys know. What do you think so far? Please let me know in the reviews!

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Ella x