Emmett clears his throat, "uh...you look, amazing Bells."

I give a wry smile, "thanks." I glance around the room, giving him a small frown before innocently asking, "Edward's still gone?"

His face fills with disappointment. I walk near him over to the window, glancing out as he nods, "yes, they are still tracking."

He sighs lowly and I smirk turning towards him, "Good."

Emmett grins, "Though you were serious for a minute there," he says, pulling me into a strong embrace.

I pull his face to mine in a hurry, kissing him like it would be the last time.

He pulls away, just barely, breathing out, "you're so beautiful Bella."

I practically jump back to our kiss. Emmety quickly backs me into the wall with a thud. I grimace slightly without breaking our kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck. Nipping at his lower lip and he lets out the slightest growl. I smile on his lips as he brings me up, my legs tangling around him.

He trails kisses feverishly down my neck and I tangle my fingers through his short hair. I feel him hesitate and rest his forehead on my shoulder.

I glance down, "Emmett?"

He lets me down slowly and turns away. I furrow my brows, wondering if I did something wrong. Waves of guilt rush over.

"Look, I'm sorry. We should have never started this, I'm with Edward, you're with Ros- He interrupts me before I could finish her name.

"It's not that, Bella." I notice his fists clenched.

"I just haven't hunted in a couple days, I don't want to hurt you."

I walk over reaching out, and turn him towards me, speaking softly, "I trust you Em."

He gives me a worried look as I back him to the couch.

"Shhh. Its okay," I whisper, pushing him back into a lying position.

I try my best at hiding my nervousness. Being inexperienced, I was suddenly extremely shy, but continued on. I reach for his belt buckle, slowly un-fastening it, proceeding to his button and zipper. I snake my hands under his shirt, lifting it as I go and hover over him

Leaning in for a kiss, I trail my lips to his neck and down his chest. I tug at his jeans until his boxers are free. I sit up, pulling the clip from my hair allowing it to cascade down my back. He smirks and I return a smile before running my hand on the outside of his boxers, raising a brow as I feel his excitement. Guiding his boxers down, I take his shaft in my hand, teasing it slowly. Emmett draws in a deep breath upon the skin to skin contact. I tighten my grip around his increasing girth, becoming excited myself.

I flip my hair to one side as I bring my lips to the tip of his member. Glancing up, Emmett's gaze locked on mine. I part my lips, enveloping my mouth over him little by little. My tongue swirling around, I increase the pressure of suction on him, going down as far as I can. Emmett's fingers entangle themselves in my hair as he guides my movements up, and back down. I begin to suck harder, assisting the pressure with my hand as I pick up the pace. Emmett groans and tightly grips my hair. He pushes my head down and uses my hair to pull me back up, faster and faster. The slight pain of his grip, causes me to firmly close my lips ans groan around him. I look up at him, his head thrown back, his eyes dark and fangs extended as his orgasm explodes into my mouth. I swallow his warm cum and sit up, wiping the excess from the corner of my mouth.

He pushes me off of him and quickly collects himself in a hurry, pulling his phone out as he is buttoning his pants.

I frown and sit back, embracing myself, "who are you calling?" I inquire, irritated.

"How far are you?" Emmett exhaled with a quick tone.

He looks over at me before closing his eyes, "everything is fine, I just don't want to eat your girlfriend for dinner."

He hangs up, brushing past me, "I'm sorry Bella."

Anger is building inside me, "So you're gonna leave, just like that without saying anything?"

He walks into the next room and I follow, with a raised tone, "you didn't have to call Edward, I can take care of myself!"

I reach out, "Emmett."

He grabs both of my shoulders forcefully, "Bella stop it! I could have easily drained you back there, as I could right now. How can you take care of yourself when you can't even see that?" He hastily pulls away, walking out onto the porch.

I slip my shoes off and dart upstairs, feeling used. I turn the tv on to drown out my own thoughts a I adjust my hair and makeup. Men! I scoff to myself, before turning my attention to the news. Four slayings just inside town. Serial killer. Amused, I shake my head. If they only knew.

I hear Edward's car fly into the driveway followed by him and Emmett beginning to argue about Emmett being reckless, I look out the window behind the bed, seeing Emmett run off.

Edward quickly makes his way upstairs, "Bella, are you okay?"

I turn towards him, "Why wouldn't I be?"