I feel myself regaining consciousness. I'm warm. Laying on something soft, too comfortable to move. A trail of lavender and other oils envelopes my nose and I open my eyes, blinking slowly. I'm in a bed. Covered in a oversized down-filled blanket, I look around as far as my eyes would let me. On the night stand was the oil warmer. My brain suddenly registers that I have no clue where I am, I sit up quickly, panicked. I am only able to remember the man who attacked me. I reach up to my neck confirming the two puncture wounds and i begin to freak out. Great, I'm someone's trophy. I look to the other side of the room, nothing but a closet and my suitcase. I frown, my suitcase? Where was I? I then remember Emmett saving me. I walk towards the doorway, Emmett appearing as soon as he realized I was awake.

He wraps me up in a tight embrace and I hug back groaning in pain, "Bella. I'm so glad you're okay."

I lean away so I can look up at him, "Where are we?"

He brings me out into the tiny living room. "Well technically we're nowhere. No one but my family knows, nor can see this place. It was protected that way, by a witch."

I raise my brow, "A witch. What's next, do fairies also exist?"

He chuckles, "yes, a witch. There are not too many around here though."

I wince feeling the back of my head. "How long was I out for? Does Edward know where we are?"

He nods, "a few hours. Longer if I hadn't remembered the mixture for the smelling oil. We have to stay hidden for right now, he's glad you're safe. Glad you're alone with me? Not so much."

I walk around the small cottage and turn toward him, "I'm glad I'm here with you. Emmett..."

I hesitate, "I'm sorry, about the other night, with Edward. I was just angry, I thought you were just brushing me off."

He comes to my side, taking my hands in his, "Bella, ever since I've laid eyes on you, I couldn't stop thinking of you. It drove me crazy to see you with Edward, but I respected him. I know how much he loves you."

I sigh, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, "I don't want to hurt him, but I'm not sure if I can help it...I'm so confused."

Emmett cups my face, "Rosalie already knows her and I aren't meant to be. Doesn't help that she's always pined for Edward," he rolls his eyes.

I give him a horrified glance, "Does she know about us? I'm surprised I'm still alive, she wanted it to work with you so badly."

He smirks, "it's been over for awhile between us, she just didn't want to admit it. But no, she doesn't know about us. You're probably right, she would definitely not take that too well."

He leans in, lightly kissing my forehead.

"Why do we have to stay hidden here?" I ask.

We walk over to the couch and he pulls me into his lap, "the vampire who attacked you was not alone. He was in a pack who are now looking for us, tracking your scent."

I cuddle into his chest, "I'm sorry I caused such a mess, I just couldn't let you leave like that."

He whispers out, "I'm glad you're safe."

I sit up and stretch, walking to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. I watch Emmett, standing at the window. I smile to myself, feeling the safest I've ever felt. I walk over and grab his hand, tugging to turn him toward me. I wrap my arms around his neck. Standing tip-toed, I pull his face to mine. Our lips find each other and lock effortlessly. Emmett backs over to the couch, never breaking our kiss. Straddling him, I glide my fingertips through his hair, gently pulling as my tongue finds its way around his. A chill runs along my spine, a desperate need to be closer. I pull the bottom of his shirt up sliding it over his head. I nip at his lower lip and run my hands along his smooth chest. In one motion, he rips all the buttons off my shirt, guiding it down my arms. I raise my tank top over my head carefully.

Emmett grazes his fingers along the bite mark on my neck, his face full of anguish.

I lean down gently planting a kiss on his lips, "this wasn't your fault."

His hands find my exposed breasts.

I lean my head back, enjoying the kisses being planted everywhere, "I should've found you sooner but I'm so grateful you're okay."

His lips graze my nipples, causing them to instantly harden. I bite my lip as he lightly licks along with his tongue. My heart begins racing as he lifts me up to standing position. He unbuckles his jeans and I flow suit. I glance him over, as he is just in his boxers and smirk. I playfully push him back to the couch, my straddling position resuming. I kiss down his neck, grinding my hips into his.

"Someone's excited," I grin.

I slip a hand between my legs to run it over his boxers, his member hardening. He brings his hands around me, gripping my ass.

I whisper out into his ear, "Emmett, I want you."

He playfully slaps my ass. He brings his hand to my front, sliding it straight into my panties. His fingers expertly find their way to my clit, slowly working their way around. I whimper against his neck and slide my hand into his boxers. I pull them back, allowing his shaft to spring free. Blood starts racing through my veins, rising my temperature. I squeeze him, gently stroking. I stop to brace myself on the back of the couch, my center getting moist as his fingers thrust in and back out, teasing my clit.

I moan out, "Make love to me...please."

Emmett makes no hesitation in ripping my panties off and readies my body above his.

"You sure?" He says softly.

I nod in response. He places the tip of his cock at my opening. I ease my hips down onto him gasping as his length slowly fills me. Emmett brings my hips up and back down at a steady pace and I rest my hands on his shoulders.

"You'll let me know if you start hurting?" his glance worried.

I nod once more, biting my lip. Picking up speed, my breathing becomes ragged and I moan with each thrust. Emmett's eyes are glued to mine and I flash him my sexiest grin and moan. He picks me up and rolls us, switching postions and laying me down. I wrap my legs around him and arch my back slightly, my head leaned back. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation overflowing my body. Time is seemingly still, nothing is wrong in the world.

Emmett gradually starts going faster, gripping the couch on either side of me, I hear the fabric beginning to rip. I lift my head to kiss him, clawing at his shoulders blades as I get closer and closer to orgasm.

I moan out, "oh God, Emmett, don't stop...mmmm"

I furrow my brows from the pain throughout my body, ignoring it for the pleasure. He starts to groans and I cry out as my orgasm hits. Emmett grips my legs tightly. Going as fast as I could take it, he reaches orgasm shortly after mine. He buries his face into my neck with his final moan. Catching my breath, I rest my head against his before he slides down, putting an ear to my chest.

"Thank you," I whisper.