Chapter 3

A/N: Thank you for the feedback so far! This is featuring a more mature Bella than Irresistible so she's a little bit better at controlling herself, only a little bit though ;P

Bella

'Look this happened to me, I was with Charlotte a long time and then she met Alistair and boom.' Peter says softly, his crimson eyes boring into mine.

I glare at him. 'Charlotte as in the one you left with when Jasper saved you?'

We're sitting on the floor facing each other.

Peter raises his eyebrows at me.

'How much did Jasper tell you.'

'He tells me everything.' I say defensively. 'He's my best friend.'

Peter smiles at me, 'So you know about my past?'

I nod at him, 'But only from Jasper's point of view.'

'Charlotte and I weren't mates but we were companions for a long time.'

Unease and possessiveness roil in my belly.

'Did you fuck her?' I ask angrily.

It's a stupid question and I know the answer, but I can't help it.

Peter raises an eyebrow at me, a smile playing at his lips. 'You're cute when you're jealous.'

I narrow my eyes at him, and he rolls his, 'Yeah I fucked her, I've fucked a lot of people,' he tilts his head at me. 'Nothin' I can do to change it.'

'How many is a lot?' I ask nervously.

Peter shrugs, 'I don't know, a thousand maybe.'

'A thousand?!' I shriek.

Peter's red eyes widen innocently. 'I was lonely when Charlotte left…'

'I'm…how…fuck.' I mutter furiously. 'Vampires?'

Peter swallows, studying me, 'Not exclusively no.'

'Did you…' I bite my lip.

He sighs. 'Kill them? Sometimes, when I was with Maria. Not since then.'

I glare at the ground, shaking my head.

I hear Peter swallow, 'Does that disgust you?'

I lift my head to his immediately, 'No.' I say firmly. 'You don't disgust me.'

His body relaxes and he breathes out slowly. 'Then why are you so mad?'

I bite my lip, 'Because…I don't…I don't like that other people have touched you.'

Peter smirks at me. 'Yeah?'

I growl at him. 'It's not funny. You're mine.'

I fight the urge to tackle him to the floor and show him that he's mine, my body trembling from the effort of staying still.

His eyes darken. 'Mm. Darlin', those other women, sex with them, it was just sex. I loved Charlotte, but-'

I growl at him and he holds his hands up, 'Listen…the pleasure I felt with them…it was nothing compared to even just huggin' you.' His voice lowers, 'Just lookin' at you makes me so fuckin' hard. No one else compares sugar. I can't even imagine how good it'll feel to fuck you. You were made for me.'

My mouth parts as I stare into his rapidly darkening eyes, a throbbing between my legs.

I'm slick down to my thighs and I know he can smell me.

It doesn't embarrass me, just makes me even more aroused.

Peter's nostrils flare and his breathing picks up. 'Stop lookin' at me like that.'

'Like what?' My voice is breathy and low and Peter growls softly, shaking his head at me.

I close my eyes for a moment, trying to control myself.

'How many people have you been with?' Peter suddenly says, raising an eyebrow.

'Just Edward.' I say softly.

Peter's eyes widen. 'Really?'

I bite my lip. 'He was my first boyfriend so…'

'And then he bit you and made you his forever.' Peter drawls sarcastically.

I nod slowly, 'I was um…pretty mad about that for a few years.'

Peter doesn't say anything just stares at me.

I look down shyly and he sighs, his fingers twitching as he reaches for my hand.

'I want to touch you.' He says softly.

I look up startled. 'You can.' I tell him, 'Just not…'

He smiles wryly at me, 'I'm not so sure I can "just not" though darlin'. I want to hug you, but I also really want to kiss you.'

I swallow, my eyes dropping to his full pink lips. 'I want that too.'

His lips turn up at the corners in a sexy smirk and I shiver, biting my lip.

'Stop that.' Peter murmurs huskily. 'Every time you bite that it makes me want to bite it.'

I swallow heavily and he breathes out slowly, his hand twitching in his lap.

'Fuck I want you.' He says in a low tone, licking his full lips.

A glimmer of spit is left behind and I want to lick it off.

My mouth fills with venom at the thought of tasting him.

'I want you too.' I admit.

Peter rests his hands behind him and leans back into them, his t-shirt stretching across his chest.

I openly appraise him, and he snorts.

'Where's my shy girl gone?'

I look up at him, my eyes heavy lidded with lust.

'Your girl?'

Peter winks at me and I shiver.

'Mine.' He says huskily.

My breath catches in my throat and he hums.

My body tingles with electricity and I'm scared I'm going to give in and launch myself at him.

I let myself fall backwards with a thump, staring up at the sky.

Peter moves too, laying beside me, his fingertips barely brushing mine.

'I don't want to hurt him.' I state softly.

'I know.'

'He doesn't deserve this…'

Peter sighs softly. 'He could meet his mate at any time too Bella, and this same thing would be happenin'.'

I turn to face him, 'But not everyone finds their mate, you know that.'

'But you have.'

I swallow, 'What if…what if we're wrong and this isn't for real.'

Peter studies my eyes, his crimson orbs contemplative.

'Don't move.' He commands, leaning into me.

Oh god.

'Seriously don't fuckin' move.' He breathes against my mouth and then his lips are pressing against mine, soft but firm.

My mouth parts automatically and Peter's hand cups my cheek, taking my lower lip between his and sucking gently.

Oh.

Desire snaps down my spine, my skin tingling.

I whimper, my tongue running across his bottom lip and he groans, his tongue flicking to meet mine.

Oh god.

This was…his taste…

My whole body shudders and Peter pulls back from me panting, his expression feral.

'Fuck. Fuck.' He groans throatily, the sound making something inside of me clench. 'I shouldn't have done that.'

I lie there breathing heavily. The ache between my legs is almost painful.

'Peter.' I whine, it's a needy, desperate sound, infused with my desire. His eyes are black, smoldering under his thick lashes.

He groans. 'Fuck you can't say my name like that darlin'. I just wanted to show you…it's real. Did you fuckin' feel that? Feel us?'

'Yeah.' I moan softly, squeezing my thighs together.

Peter growls softly next to me. 'I want to fuck you.'

I shiver at his words, my back arching, nipples straining against my shirt.

God yes.

I want it too.

His eyes flick down to my chest and he groans. 'Mmm you smell so fuckin' good, I need you… You're mine.'

White heat flares through my body and my thighs tremble.

I'm close.

I'm close and he's not touching me, or kissing me.

'Fuck.' I cry, 'Peter…'

'Christ.' Peter chokes. 'Fuck, look at you….are you gonna…ugh fuck, Bella' He growls low in his throat and the noise makes me tremble again, my hands scratching at the earth as my hips rock forward.

'Fuck.' Peter snarls. 'I'm sorry darlin' I can't…Give me a sec I need to…'

He jumps up from the floor and moves 10 paces away, his hand on a tree as he bends his head into his arm.

I can see the outline of his member in his jeans. It's so thick and hard, throbbing with his desire.

I whine again and the tree splinters, Peter's hands ripping it in half.

I'm grateful he has self-control because I don't think I do.

Think of Edward, I tell myself, trying to calm down.

It helps a little and I close my eyes, holding my breath so I can't smell Peter.

After a few minutes I open them again, feeling calmer, and Peter comes back, his eyes back a bright red.

He drops to the ground next to me with a heavy sigh.

I'm staring at an ant, crawling up the side of a tree. It fascinates me how high they climb, like they have no fear at all.

'What do I do?' I ask Peter, turning to face him.

He grimaces, 'Shit I don't know darlin', I knew Charlotte wasn't gonna be mine forever so when she told me I just…accepted it. It was hard and it hurt, but…she wasn't mine.'

'I hate her.' I state firmly.

Peter laughs softly, 'Because I fucked her?'

'No.' I elaborate, 'Because she hurt you.'

'Oh, you'd rather she'd stayed?'

'No.' I growl. 'I don't know. I don't like the thought of you being sad.'

He smiles sweetly at me; it lights up his whole face and I feel a tugging sensation in my chest.

'You're beautiful.' I say softly, fighting the urge to trace his features with my fingers.

'Not as beautiful as you.' Peter murmurs back, his eyes full of awe.

I stare at him for a while. 'I still love Edward.'

He nods at me. 'I know sugar.'

'I don't love you.' The words come out blunter than I intend, and I wince.

Peter looks unfazed. 'I don't love you either.' He smiles softly.

I sigh, 'I don't really understand how mating works.'

Peter chuckles. 'I can give you a thorough demonstration darlin'.'

I scoff at him, 'That's not what I meant.'

'Vampire mates are forever, it's a bond that strengthens the longer you're with each other, but part of that bond is already present when you find them, like a tugging sensation or a pull, towards that person. Obviously, there's sexual arousal but it's more than that, like a need to be close to them, to protect them. We're possessive, territorial creatures.'

Peter looks up to the sky, 'It was extremely hard for me to hear you ask him to fuck you. I wanted to break down your door and rip him off you.'

I decide not to tell him that it was me on top of Edward, not the other way around.

'But you…didn't stop.' I ask him, replaying the sound of his release, that low groan.

I imagine him making it in my ear as he releases inside of me and shiver.

Peter smirks, 'In my head, you were asking me, and I was delivering. It was easy when I could smell you all over my sheets.' His smile drops, 'Then you asked him again…'

I sigh softly. 'I told you…'

Peter nods. 'I know. You wanted me. But you wanted him too, didn't you?'

I swallow, 'He's always so…gentle. It makes me feel like he doesn't want me, he won't…

Peter growls softly, 'Fuck you?'

I shake my head as his head turns to mine.

'Is that what you want? To be fucked?' His voice is husky and I shiver.

I nod, biting my lip.

Peter licks his lips, his eyes flashing at me. 'By him?'

I can hear the possessiveness in his voice, and it makes me shiver.

'No.' I tell him truthfully, feeling my body coil tightly with anticipation, the space between my legs throbbing. 'By you.'

Peter hums approvingly, his red eyes scorching me with their intensity. 'You have no idea how fuckin' good we'll be together Bella, how good it'll feel with me inside of you, stretchin' you, filling you with my cum, making you mine, over and over. We'll do nothin' but fuck for weeks.'

His words light my body on fire, and a rush of arousal sears through me, so intense I have to sink my hands into the ground to stop myself from jumping him.

'Fuck.' I whimper.

Peter jumps up again and paces back and forth, tearing at his hair.

'Jesus, I think we should go back Bella, I'm not sure I can be alone with you without…'

'I can't yet.' I say hurriedly. 'I don't know what I'm going to do.'

Peter's chest rumbles with a low growl and I frown at him.

'I'm sorry, I just…it was hard before when you were with him but I hadn't touched you yet so I could ignore it…now…if he touches you I think I'll kill him.'

I acknowledge his words with a small nod.

I don't want Edward to touch me either, not now I know what Peter feels like.

God this was so messed up, and sad.

I feel a stinging sensation behind my eyes and Peter sighs.

'God baby I'm sorry, I know it's hard.' He breathes. 'Come here.'

I close the distance between us and bury my head in his neck sobbing.

'Shh, he'll understand. It's not your fault.' He murmurs softly into my hair.

'But he thinks we're mates.' I cry.

Peter stiffens, 'Then he was lying to himself. He knows what the mate bond is like he can read minds for fucks sake.'

'I just feel awful for hurting him.' I sob.

His hand strokes up my back softly. 'I know, I can see that darlin'. You're such a sweet girl.'

I clutch him tightly and his chest rumbles slightly.

He's purring.

For me.

The knowledge makes my chest swell and I feel myself relax.

'You feel so perfect in my arms.' Peter says softly. 'So fuckin' perfect.'

A contended hum leaves my mouth as I kiss his neck softly.

I do it again and Peter shivers.

I pull my head back and open my eyes, staring into his.

He swallows and I look at his mouth, leaning closer.

I want to kiss him.

'Don't.' Peter breathes, startling me.

I move back and he shakes his head softly. 'If I feel your mouth on me right now…' He pauses, exhaling shakily, 'I won't be able to stop darlin'. We won't be able to stop, and I know you don't want to do that to Edward.'

God. I want him.

But he's right.

'I need to talk to Edward.' I say softly.

Peter nods, slowly letting me go.

I feel the loss of his arms as though someone has taken a limb from me and I press my hand to my chest.

'Is it always like this.'

Peter shares my pained expression. 'I don't think so, I think it's because we're…not accepting the bond.'

I frown at him, 'But we are, aren't we?'

Peter swallows. 'We haven't exchanged a bite or had sex so…'

'Oh.' I breathe out. 'The biting thing, is that…normal?'

'What do you mean?'

'I really want to bite you.' I confess, staring at his neck.

Peter smirks at me. 'I want to bite you too.'

I swallow as a rush of venom fills my mouth and Peter chuckles throatily. 'Come on bad girl.'

A/N:

Now to confront Edward…