A/n: Merry Christmas. Lemon again, I'm not super descriptive as you've probably noticed by now, but I tried. I'm ace so it's hard for me to think about 2 people actually enjoying this lol.

Ch 7

Burning. Fire inside my body and all around me. Unquenchable thirst. In my hellscape, I begged for water and only received more fire. I had been here before. I knew it was a matter of hours before my mate's heart would cease to beat. To me she would always feel soft, but somehow she felt less fragile. I opened my eyes and unlatched my jaw, swiping my tongue to seal my mark.

Mine.

The others were wisely still in the kitchen, with Peter guarding the door to our bedroom and Charlotte guarding the window. They knew what to expect.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

With the last beat of her heart, Jessica Stanley had ceased to exist. Carlisle might not have been able to change either of us, but he could still ordain us.

She would be a Whitlock.

Taking my cue, I stood from the bed, and waited by the closet.

Jessica Whitlock was reborn on Christmas Day, 2004 at 3am.

Appropriately enough for our apparent Messiah. I felt the burn center on her throat as her crimson eyes snapped open.

I swear I could hear angels singing.

"Not the time, Emmett," Rosalie growled. The music shut off.

"Aw come on babe, it's Christmas." Emmett whined.

"My throat hurts," Jessica spoke rubbing my mark. I purred in response.

"Not the time Major, she needs to feed."

I could feel Peter 3 feet away from me, but I only had eyes for my goddess. We locked eyes. Finally.

I felt her lust, smelled her arousal, her thirst forgotten. We were naked and mating before anyone had a chance to run for the hills. I entered her not even thinking of being gentle. I had waited a century and a half for this moment. She met my thrusts equally. Violently. The bed gave out. We continued. Hole in the floor, we fucked in the dirt.

This wasn't love making, that would come later. This was primal. A show that I could protect her and she could stand up to me. Were she still human, she would be shattered bones and bruises.

She bit me. Latching on as I had done to her. Covering Maria's sire mark. I was free from that sadistic bitch. Not that I had wanted to go back, but all marks have meaning.

She was pumping her own venom into me as I pumped my venom into her center. She detached, screaming in ecstasy. Peter had been wise to choose this secluded property. I extended her orgasm. A perk of being an empath.

We carried on fucking like animals until we heard the others counting down the new year.

Jessica wasn't the least bit embarrassed as she climbed out of the crater we had made and through the hole into the house. Sex wasn't clean business. She had my venom running down her thighs, mixing with dirt to make mud. I should have cleaned her, but they needed to know she was mine. I needed Peter to know.

Emmett was wrestling a bear in the yard he had found nearby. Without question, he offered it to her submissively. She drank. Like a pro. Not spilling a drop.

Edward released his mountain lion offering, she drained that one to. Rosalie had an elk, a peace offering. Its carcass had been drained easily.

Esme and Charlotte bathed her in the claw foot tub. Alice fixed her hair. She was even more beautiful than I had remembered.

All for nothing, as she pounced on me again. Pinning me to the earth riding me like I was a prize bull. She wasn't scared of my scars, she wasn't disappointed that I shimmered instead of sparkled. She lusted after me.

I projected. I couldn't help it. Moans of pleasure were heard for days. We were stuck in a loop. Taking lust in and pouring it back out.

I was thoroughly drained of venom. Dry. I needed to hunt. We both needed to. Naked as the day we were born, I took her into the woods until I got on a trail of some bison. She stopped at three. I needed five.

She was messy this time, on purpose, and I licked her clean, paying special attention to my two favorite fuckholes. I made her come with my tongue and fingers, then bit her inner thigh, marking her as mine again.

The Cullens returned to Forks during our hunt. They were able to successfully spread the story of Jess and I eloping over Christmas. The mutts didn't take the news well but were agreeable to peace as long as the Cullens left after the school year ended and that Jessica and I would be killed on sight if we returned to Forks. Fat chance of that happening. We were living in bliss in Montana. Peter had been working on a project home for a while and moved us into it.

"No more fuckin' in my house. It's weird." Peter no longer felt the pull, but he still had that same protective love over her. I didn't mind anymore. She was clearly mine and I was clearly hers.

We hunted, we fucked. Hungry for each other. Nothing else mattered.

Jessica had no interest in humans. Years of shitty cooking from vampires made her able to endure even the foulest of animals. It reminded me of how Carlisle once fed from rats. I would draw the line if she started hunting those.

She missed food of course. It was the only time she was disagreeable.

"I want a burger so bad. Can we go to town?" She asked. It was hard to say no, but luckily Peter and Charlotte said it for me.

This had not pleased the newborn. What happened next chilled me to the core.

We were helplessly frozen in place as Jessica frolicked to my truck. Stupidly, I had left the keys in the ignition. All we could do was stand there as she drove down the dirt road. Complete terror waiting for her to return.

"Gawd, the guy at the counter was so friendly! He gave me all these bags of burgers." Jessica squealed upon her return. We were released from our prison. Horrified expressions as we watched her take a bite of a cheeseburger deluxe.

"Kitten..." Peter said carefully. "What did you do?"

'Kitten' was currently gagging up the cheeseburger. I honestly felt bad for her.

"I don't know. I wish I hadn't though. This is terrible."

Fuck. She had a gift she didn't know how to control.