A/N: Hello again, back for the latest installment. lol. Beta'd by Mynxi, as always, my Treacle makes everything look better :D You should check out her fics, they're beyond awesome!

Edward was leading me to the car with Carlisle at our side and my thoughts were running wild, the nights events on repeat through my head. The sex had been a surprise, a very welcome surprise, but a surprise all the same. But the biting and blood transference thing? That had been so far out of left field that I didn't know what to make of it. I had asked Carlisle, one word only; Vampire. He had confirmed my suspicions before having me drink from him in return. I should be scared, terrified even, disgusted at the act. But it hadn't been like that, of course the blinding orgasm helped, but his blood had been delicious. Sweet and thick and warm and so damn invigorating. I wanted to taste it again. Shit, does this mean that I'm turning into a vampire now? I didn't feel any different. I was tired and slightly discombobulated, but that didn't mean much of anything and I certainly didn't have any want to wear a cloak and hiss at people. Now I'm just being stupid and I defy anyone not to feel a little out of it after being bent over your boss's desk. My thoughts making me even more curious; I felt my teeth with my tongue, they didn't feel irregular in any way. I tried to be covert about sniffing the air, nothing but smoke and the usual suspects. I didn't have any urges to rip anyone's throat out, other than wanting to drink from Carlisle again that is.

When my name was screamed from behind us I spun around, almost toppling over if Edward hadn't have caught me on my way down. I looked towards the sound and saw Angela and Jessica running towards me. I can't believe I hadn't thought to ask if they were still here. My two fire fighters took a pace off to the side as I was bombarded with Angessica, they were hugging me to within an inch of my life, but I took the opportunity to sniff at Angela's neck. Nope, nothing. My eyes met Edward's, his eye brows raised in question and it was obvious by his silent laughter that he had seen what I'd been doing. I decided to ignore that for now and concentrate on my two girlfriends.

"Bella! Oh God, it was horrible, we have no idea who it was, we didn't see anything, we were talking about you and you're..." Ange glanced at Carlisle and Edward before continuing, "New job, and the stuff we had for you to wear. Oh! We saved it! We grabbed it on our way out, so good that your fire escape is in your bedroom. We had Mike take it back to our place."

Jessica picked up where Ange left off, "Yes! So no worries about what to wear to...work, we have it covered. And we so need to find out who did this! Are you ready to come home with us?"

Jessica and Angela shared an apartment a few blocks down from mine, they had a spare room and it would make more sense for me to stay with my lifelong friends that with the mysterious and apparently vampire fire fighters that I had met only a few hours before. Even if I had been fucked into oblivion by my new boss. My fuck hot, vamp, fire fighter, new boss. Fuck, I need to stop thinking about that.

Edward piped up before I could answer, "Actually, ladies, Bella has taken up our offer of staying at the apartment at the station house. She will be well looked after, there is truly no reason to worry."

Edward's voice had dropped slightly, velvety and caressing. Angela and Jessica both were transfixed by him, smiling at him all goofy and full of longing. I found myself getting all territorial and jealous, which was completely new for me, but powerful all the same. I wanted to grab Edward and pull him to me, kissing him, marking him as mine. Where the fuck had that come from? Slut much? Did I care? Well...no, not really. In some way, he was mine, no idea how or why. He just was. All of them are. Mine.

"Yes, yes. That's so thoughtful of you to make sure that Bella is well taken care of," Angela breathed out; apparently Jessica was too far gone to speak.

Yes, very thoughtful of the vampires to take me to their home. Why aren't I scared again? Seemingly of its own accord, my right hand came up to sweep over the bite on my neck. It was so sensitive and I worried that it would raise too many questions, so I smoothed my hair over my neck and hoped that it hid it well enough. I couldn't wait to get somewhere private so that we could have a little chat about the blood sucking topic. I think it would be prudent to know about such things. Did I care? Hell no! I almost didn't care that my home was more or less in ashes, that someone had done it deliberately. I think I needed to sleep on it, I had a feeling that it hadn't quite settled in yet. I was still feeling funny from my trip to Transylvania with Carlisle.

I watched Edward's smile widen, one side twitching slightly higher than the other, becoming crooked and somehow even more alluring. Jesus wept, is that even possible?

"We should be getting Bella in bed; she must be tired after all the excitement tonight. Carlisle kept her on the desk and worked her hard this evening. Paperwork, you understand," Edward purred out, his smile transforming into a naughty smirk.

My eyes were like saucers and it took everything that I had not to let my mouth hang open. Did he seriously just say that? I pretty much panted at the memories; my clit seemed to come alive, twitching and throbbing. I shifted where I stood, my thighs clenching. Carlisle really had worked me hard. Hard and fast and oh so fucking deliciously.

"Yes, yes, of course you should take her home. She is so lucky to have you to look after her needs," Angela spoke again; Jessica was still glassy eyed and staring. I wondered if she might drool. I also had to wonder if Angela was even conscious of her innuendo. "We'll see you later Bella, come on Jessica." Angela had to tug on Jess' arm a few times before she moved away. I watched as they walked down the street, both of them whispering to each other and giggling. I knew I was going to be getting the third degree from them as soon as they got me alone. That should be an interesting conversation.

"Bella, are you ready to get back?" Carlisle asked, taking my hand gently in his, his thumb rubbing circles over my skin.

My smile may have been somewhat dreamy. "Yes, of course. I'm sorry to have kept you both waiting."

"Don't be silly, Bella, it was no trouble. No trouble at all. Let's get you into bed shall we?" he asked.

"Yes, please." Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Did I just say that out loud? Seriously?

Carlisle chuckled, "So eager, my love?"

I bit my lip and glanced nervously towards the ground, mostly because he was spot on in what he said. My cheeks were blending in with the fire engine when I felt a finger under my chin, pressing just enough that I had to raise my head. Edward was standing before me, Carlisle having stepped to the side to allow him access.

"As beautiful as your blush is, Bella, don't hide away from us. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Come, we shall speak more once we have you more comfortable."

I simply nodded; apparently it was my turn to be speechless.

The car ride was quiet, Edward kept my hand in his the whole way back, and Carlisle would lean forward from his seat in the back and rub my neck, sometimes tickling over the shell of my ear. Suffice to say; by the time we arrived back at the station house, I was a hot mess. Maybe I could get one of them to use their hose to cool me down. That thought made me snigger quietly to myself.

"What has you so amused, Bella?" Edward asked, as they lead me to my room.

My head snapped to look at him and I smiled shyly. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him what I had been thinking. No freaking way.

"Nothing. Are you sure this is ok? I'm not disrupting anything am I?"

He laughed, his head thrown back slightly and his chest heaving, his mouth smiling widely. He was beautiful in his humour, more so than usual and his laugh was more than I even thought possible. It was rich and masculine, while musical and full of his usual velvet tones. Can a laugh be sexy? Why yes, yes it can.

"Oh, Bella." He turned his smiling face to me, his golden eyes shining with mirth. I could barely breathe. "As if you could ever be an imposition?" He stepped towards me, my instinct taking over as I took a step back, only stopping when I hit the wall.

He kept coming, stopping just shy of touching me, his arms on either side of me, trapping me. He looked down at me, his whole being changing in that instant to predatory and sensual. His eyes began to darken in a way that I was now becoming familiar with and that crazy hair of his flopped down slightly over his forehead. I was very suddenly aware of everything, my accelerating heart beat, my stuttered breathing. The way my skin tingled with just the anticipation of his touch, my lips parted as my tongue darted out to wet them, my teeth following as I bit down. Edward's eyes followed my every move, his chest rising and falling faster and faster, his own tongue darting out as if to taste the air. He closed the last inch or so of space, his hard body tight against mine, my heart thundering for the both of us. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his arm travel slowly down the wall, all the while I was chanting in my head for him to touch me. Just fucking touch me.

His hand stilled and I jumped when I heard Carlisle's voice, "Maybe it would be prudent to answer some of the questions that Bella surely has."

I didn't look at Carlisle when or after he spoke, I couldn't, Edward wouldn't let me and he didn't shift his gaze when he answered for me, "Of course you are right, Carlisle. We can't leave Bella unsatisfied now can we?"

Then he smirked, pulling back and the predator was replaced with the sexy as hell Edward that had been there previously. I worried for a moment that Carlisle was jealous or mad at my antics, but there had been nothing to indicate that in his tone, and none now that I faced him and saw his smile. Edward took my hand and the three of us walked down the corridor before coming to a door at the end of it. Once opened, I saw that it led to a flight of stairs; Edward motioned for me to go through first. Such a gentleman. I was pretty sure that I wanted to see him out of control though. Saying that, a gentleman always makes sure the woman comes first.

The door at the top of the stairs opened straight into what I assumed was the apartment. It spanned the whole top level of the station house, completely open apart from two doors that I assumed were the bathroom and bedroom. It was beautiful, the decor was elegant, deep, and opulent colours graced the walls, balanced with off whites and muted greys. It was exactly how I would've done it myself, given the resources that is. The lounge area had a massive sectional, big enough to accommodate all the men and then some. I sucked in a deep breath as ideas were spawned of what we could get up to on that couch. There were just so many places to be bent over.

Quit with the perv, Bella. Leave it till later.

"Is it to your liking?" Carlisle asked me, his smile soft on his handsome face.

I nodded, grinning and looking around again. "I love it, it's beautiful. Not at all what I was expecting."

It really wasn't. Someone says apartment at the station house you think of off white walls, a small bed in the corner and a calendar on the wall full of naked women. This place could've been designed for me, it really was impressive.

"What were you expecting?" Edward asked chuckling.

I smiled widely at him, my cheeks colouring slightly. "Oh you know, a box room, maybe a cot in the corner, the usual guy stuff. Definitely not this."

"Like I said, we have been waiting for you."

At his words, I spun towards Carlisle. "Now that is something that you really have to explain to me," I said, somehow managing to keep my voice level and serious. Which was a lot better than the breathy and verging on moaning that I had been going with lately around these...men?

The atmosphere changed then, both men looking at each other, their eyes locked and frowns marring their faces. It was the first time that I had felt even a tickle of fear.

Finally, Edward nodded his head to Carlisle before taking my hand. "Come, I feel that this is a conversation best had while sitting down."

We situated ourselves on the couch, me in the middle of the two men. The two hot, sexy, apparently been waiting for me, men. I swallowed nervously, my hands alternating between fiddling with each other and running through my hair. My thoughts of making it greasy were followed by the realisation that I had nothing with me. Nothing to wash with, no toothbrush, no clothes. Although the no clothes thing didn't seem like too much of a problem.

Bad Bella, concentrate.

I didn't want to be the first to speak, but I got impatience and sick of the silence after thirty seconds or so and my mouth ran off with me, verbal filter be damned. I made sure to keep my eyes fixed to the floor.

"Alright, so vampires. I got that part last night, what with the blood sucking and exchanging, which should be disgusting but it wasn't, at all, it was delicious and invigorating and confusing, does that mean that I'm turning? Or changing? I don't feel any different, light headed maybe and a whole lot of confused, but not different different. And then you keep telling me that you've been waiting for me, why have you been waiting for me? How? I've been here the whole time you have and you haven't made a move before? I just...I just don't understand. And who burnt down my apartment? Why? I don't have any enemies."

I finished on a sigh, still not looking at them until I saw them both shaking with silent laughter. Then I got pissed.

"Alright, so this is funny to you? I get thrown into the Twilight Zone and you two are lau-"

My rant was cut off by Edward who very effectively shut me up by kissing me; he cradled my face in his cold hands and took my mouth with his. His tongue snaked between my lips, entangling with mine, our breaths merging. But before I could drag myself into his lap, which was totally where I had been planning on being, he pulled away from me. His eyes shone, black and endless, reflecting my own in their depths. He smiled, so soft and gentle, shining almost. He ran a finger, so very gently down my jaw line and my heart ached at the gesture. And there was that same emotion that I had sensed in Carlisle earlier in the evening. Could it be? No, no it's not possible.

"That's better," he said, speaking in soothing tones, "Are you ready for the explanation now, my love?"

"Uh huh," I said. It was all I could manage. What?

He chuckled, his eyes darting between mine and smiling that special smile. He let go of my face, allowing me to slump back into the spacious couch, Carlisle winding his arm around my waist and his other hand on my knee. To my utter delight, Edward mirrored his position. The only problem was that it wasn't exactly helping me with my ability to concentrate. Carlisle began the explanation.

"As you found out, we are vampires. Though, you may have noticed that we are no threat to you, the opposite is true in fact. We would do anything to keep you safe." I nodded my head, smiling at him. I knew full well that they were no threat to me. Don't ask me how I knew, but there was no questioning the safety that I felt around them. "The six of us make up a coven. In our world, a coven usually consists of all male, with one female. Depending on the coven, she is known as the Queen or Mistress. She completes the group. You are our Mistress, Bella."

Is that a fact?

"So, that means what exactly?" I asked, suddenly conscious of their fingers having dipped under the hem of my ruined skirt.

Edward was the one to answer, "It means, Bella, that we are all yours just as much as you are ours. All of ours."

"All of you?" I squeaked.

They both nodded, their hands shifting slightly, moving higher along my legs. "All of us, my Love."

I relaxed even more into the couch, contemplating what they had said, my legs widening slightly of their own accord. All I kept coming back to was that they were all mine.

"So, you, Carlisle, Peter, Ben, Emmett and Jasper? All of them? All mine?"

Edward leaned forward and spoke into my ear, his cool breath making me shiver and tingle, "All of us, Bella. Every, single inch of every single one of us, is yours. Just as every single inch of your soft..." Their hands shifted higher, their touch firmer. "Pliant..." Their hands ran along the inside of my thighs, causing them to open, allowing them access to more of my flesh. My breath hitched as I fought to keep my eyes open. "Silky..." They stopped, so close to the apex of my legs, their finger tips swirling random patterns over my skin. I was pretty sure that I would scream if they didn't move higher soon. But then, I was also enjoying their teasing touches. "Skin, all of it is all of ours."

I gave up the fight with my eye lids, they closed as I moaned, and my head fell back further as Edward's tongue circled my ear. Carlisle's mouth went to my neck, nipping and licking and sucking and their hands still torturing me between my thighs, so close to where I wanted them and yet so damn far away. As much as I was enjoying my foray into threesome territory, there were other things that I needed to know.

It took me a couple of tries to speak but I finally managed it, even if it did sound more like a moan of pleasure than anything else. "But, how did you know I was coming?"

It was Carlisle's turn to whisper into my ear, "There are those among us that have certain talents. An old friend of ours told us of your coming, that we would soon find the one to complete our numbers. She is the one that you have to thank for your apartment; everything was designed for you and you alone." He kissed just behind my ear, making me gasp.

"Well, that's...good," I managed to choke out, the last word nothing more than a gasp as Carlisle bit my ear before licking the wound.

Edward leaned forward to kiss me; I turned towards him, giving him better access to my lips and allowing myself a better position to kiss him back, he broke the kiss long enough to growl out that there would be no more talking, before his tongue met mine again and I was lost to the sensations the two men were giving me.

Their hands moved upwards, both perfectly synchronised, and plunged into me, I threw my legs apart, letting my legs rest against each of my men's legs. Their wintry touch sent spirals of pleasure through me as fingers entered me, as thumbs caressed my clit in slow circles. They moved their fingers slowly at first, in and out of my wet heat, before moving faster and faster. They lavished my neck and collar bone with kisses, before shifting me so that I was lying down and they had full access to my chest.

Their other arms and hands now free from around my back, came to aid their teeth and they bit and ripped into my shirt, opening it once again and leaving it completely useless now. My bra had been cleaved into two earlier in the evening so once the shirt had all but disappeared; I was left bare to them, my breasts heaving and nipples tight and peaked.

"Oh God, yes," I groaned out, all breathless and panting and thoroughly aroused.

"That's it, my love, do you realise how beautiful you are like this? Laid out for us, bare and wanting?" Carlisle asked me. I really hope he didn't expect an answer.

Did he expect me to answer him? Seriously? They are knuckle deep in my dripping, clenching pussy and Carlisle's asking me questions?

I went with a groan, it seemed fitting given the situation.

Another shift of position and I found myself laying on Edward, his hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks, both of his hands at my breasts and his mouth, tongue and teeth worshiping my throat. I arched my back, grinding into him, loving the feel of him hard as steel behind me while Carlisle never once paused in his ministrations inside and on my sex. I was in heaven.

I watched, eyes hooded, as Carlisle moved to between my legs. His midnight eyes staring into mine as he bent down and gave my pussy one...long...lick, using the tip of his tongue to tease my clit. I cried out, the sound distorted slightly, deepened. Edward's fingers pinched at my nipples, pulling and twisting, massaging. Sometimes gently, sometimes harder, but always eliciting the most delicious feelings from me as if they were attached directly to my sex. Between his fingers and Carlisle's mouth, I would be soaring in no time.

I wanted to take my men along for the ride with me. Wouldn't want to be selfish now would I?

I scooted forward just enough to get my hand behind me, wrapping my fingers around Edward's arousal and using my movements of riding Carlisle's face to give me the momentum to stroke him slowly, but firmly. He hissed, his fingers pinching even harder for a moment before he palmed my whole breasts, his face buried in the back of my neck. My shoulder blades arched backwards when he licked between them, electricity shooting down my spine at his actions.

"Hell, Bella, your hand is so warm," Edward groaned, before going back to licking and kissing and nibbling all of my skin available to him.

My other hand went to Carlisle's hair, running through his gold locks and revelling in mussing it up, grasping him and holding him to me. So damn close. Carlisle replaced his fingers with his tongue, the ice of his saliva setting my sex on fire. I could feel myself gushing into his mouth, my head back on Edward's shoulder, my hand gripping Edward's cock so tightly but unable to move as I found myself falling into the sensations that Carlisle was giving me.

I came. Hard.

I began to move my hand over Edward again as I came back to my senses. Carlisle was moving up my body, kissing and licking every place that he passed. My stomach contracted when his tongue dipped into my belly button, my nipple tightened when he wrapped his tongue around it and sucked, and I was more than ready to go again by the time he kissed me. I ran my hand down his chest, my nails scraping against his flesh, not that they made even the slightest mark again the marble of his chest. It didn't matter; the simple action was enough for both me and Carlisle, his eye staring hard into mine, narrowing slightly as a quiet growl rumbled through his chest.

He hissed as I wrapped my hand around his cock, his hard and silken granite beneath my fingers, his growl increased in volume as I sped up my movements, doing the same to Edward as I got closer and closer to bring my men to release. Carlisle moved closer, the tip of his dick rubbing against my clit in the most wonderful way. I groaned, crying out at the feeling, feeling both my men twitch and harden even more, swelling in my hands, their hips moving opposite to my ministrations, literally fucking my hands.

My breath quickened, my pulse thundered in my veins, endeavouring to push me closer, to push us closer. Edward licked at the crook of my neck, purring and vibrating against my back; Carlisle's dipped his head and did the same at the other side. Their tongues swirled around. I felt their teeth tease my skin a second before they both bit down, the incredible sensation of them feeding from me, taking my life's blood, was enough to send me once again crashing over the edge. My hands clenching down on their cocks as they roared, mouths still clamped onto my throat, and their seed covering my hand and sex simultaneously.

I sagged against them, spent and tiring. Edward was first to disengage from me, licking the puncture wound, Carlisle doing the same just afterwards. I was left wondering how much of this I could take before I would need a transfusion. Well, that was until Edward offered me his wrist after he had bitten into it. I didn't think twice, my mind and body working on autopilot as I pulled it to my mouth and began to drink deeply from his open vein. Just as it had been with Carlisle, it was sweet and delectable, energising me. Did it replenish what they took?

All too soon Edward tugged his wrist away; I made a mewling sound of disappointment before a chuckling Carlisle offered me his wrist. I latched onto it like a babe to its mother's teat and drank till I was full, eventually falling back onto Edward's chest and into his embrace. I heard Carlisle's soft voice as my eyes closed of their own accord.

"Take care of her, Edward. I'll see you down stairs." I felt his cool lips on my forehead before hearing the opening and closing of my door.

I sighed, cuddling further into Edward and drifted off into a sated and happy sleep.

o0o

I woke up to a dark room and an immensely comfy but disappointingly empty bed. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and froze in motion as the memories from the night before replayed in my mind. I palmed my face, grinning like a fool before falling back down onto the pillows and kicking my feet into the bed, giggling. Should I be worried that I really don't give a shit that I've lost my apartment and I'm more concerned with the fact that I am apparently the mistress, or queen or whatever to a coven of highly sexed vampires?

Vampire fire fighters. Fire fighters.

Holy pummelled kitty, Batman! I've hit the mother lode.

I rolled over and squealed into my pillow, my feet kicking at the mattress once again. I had never felt so giddy in all my life. But I was hungry. Ravenous. And wide-fucking-awake. I got out of the bed, noticing that I had been cleaned and dressed before bed. I must've been really out of it to not remember Edward washing me, but I was more than thankful for the gesture. I sniffed at the collar of the shirt I was wearing; it was obviously either Carlisle's or Edward's and judging by the scent, it had been Edward that had sacrificed his shirt for my comfort.

Such a good boy.

I wandered out of the bedroom, meandering to the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was nothing in there. I went through the cupboards and still found nothing other than dinning ware and glasses. Frowning, I looked towards the door to the apartment, realising that I would have to venture out of here in order to find something to eat. Sighing and fidgeting with the shirt, I exited the apartment, padding softly down the stairs in my bare feet. Luckily it was warm, there was no need for a robe even if I had one on hand. The corridors of the station house were empty and quiet, but well lit, as I made my way down and towards the kitchen. I figured that if there was nothing in the kitchen, I could always order in. I had no idea if vampires ate anything other than blood. Either that, or see if one of the...no, see if my guys would go out for something for me. I hated the thought of using them in that manner, but the thought of asking one of them for help didn't annoy me as much as it previously would have.

I made it into the main bay, one of the two fire engines were parked and I realised that they must have been called out to a job or emergency. Feeling a little uncomfortable being there on my own, I walked straight to the kitchen only to stop in my tracks as soon as I entered. It was the smell that hit me first, that delicious meaty scent of freshly cooked steak. There, on the table was a plate of steak, baked potato and an over easy egg. My stomach growled as I pretty much lunged for the seat, seeing the note, after I had picked up the steak knife.

Love,

I thought you might be hungry, please enjoy with our compliments, we'll be seeing you soon,

Yours,

Carlisle, Edward, Emmett, Peter, Ben and Jasper.

Cue the dumbass, giddy as all hell, smile. My heart clenched, knowing that whoever had cooked this must have left just before I got down here as it hadn't cooled much more than it would be if it has just been plated up. I cut into the steak, the juices running out and was delighted to see that it had been cooked rare. My favourite. There were small bowls of sour cream and cheddar next to the plate, so I loaded my potato up with everything there and proceeded to eat the meal. It was delicious and exactly what I needed, it really did hit the spot. I guess my guys have looking after all my needs down to a T.

After I finished my meal and the glass of fresh orange that had also been there, I rinsed the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. I was smiling as I exited the kitchen, walking through the engine bay and back up to my room. I figured that I might be able to get some more sleep before they came back, either that or actually be useful and figure out who might've developed enough of a grudge against me that they would resort to setting fire to my apartment. It seemed like the right thing to do.

I was walking past the fire engine, drawing a blank on who could hate me so much, when someone calling my name shocked the hell out of me.

"No need to be scared, Bella, it's only me." I clasped my hand over my heart as if it would help to slow down it's thundering pace.

Edward was behind me, leaning against the engine, his arms crossed across his chest, his legs crossed at the ankles. He was wearing dark blue jeans that hung low on his hips and a dark blue T-shirt that was just on the right side of tight, giving a preview of the muscles that I knew lay beneath.

I laughed nervously, clutching the shirt to me and looking down at my bare feet, my face flaring in embarrassment and shock. I saw his feet as he came towards me, his steps slow and measured. Unbidden, my eyes trailed from his shoes, up his long sculptured legs, his abdomen, his chest, the leans muscles of his arms and graceful neck and finally to his face. He was smiling, though not in innocent happiness, it was sensual, like dark chocolate. His lips looked so soft and my own ached to touch them. His eyes were black, no gold left at all, just darkness and sex and sin, a dreamy expanse that I was easily falling into. He was beyond beautiful, all masculine sculpture and feline grace. His movements were that of a tiger or lion, stalking towards me, intent on his prey.

What is it with these guys and going all predatory on me?

Did I mind, was the pertinent question. Hell no, was the more than obvious answer. Still, it got my adrenaline running, made my feet try to carry me backwards. Not that I made it far, seemingly as soon as my foot even thought to make the move, Edward was in front of me. Holding me, kissing me. His hands in my hair, on my face, down my sides, grabbing my ass and pulling me to him. Everywhere, I could barely keep up. Not that I wanted to, hell, he could do whatever he wanted. I trusted him.

I broke the kiss, gasping for air, staring into his eyes for a second before plunging back in, grabbing onto his crazy hair and kissing him for all I was worth. The only clue I had to us moving was when my back hit the side of the engine, the metal was cold and hard through my shirt. My eyes flew open and Edward pulled back, his hands on either side of my face, the pads of his thumbs a whisper against my skin, caressing my face, my jaw, running down my throat. And still, it was all I could do breathe; I couldn't take my eyes from his.

"I love this," he murmured, grazing his cool fingertips across my cheek, the contrast in temperatures making me gasp. "I will most assuredly miss it." He smiled softly. "Your eyes are so emphatic, yet I cannot read you. You are so silent to me, it is highly frustrating."

"I don't understand," I whispered in confusion.

He smiled indulgently. "Carlisle spoke of vampires with certain abilities; powers. I am one of those vampires. With everyone that I have ever met since waking up from my change, I have been able to read their thoughts, know their hidden desires, their secrets." I'm sorry, beautiful, sexy vampire says what? "Until, that is, you came into our lives. Not once, no matter how close we have gotten, no matter how much I engage you in conversation, no matter how much I have concentrated. Not once have I even heard a quiet whisper of what is locked within your mind."

I let out a relieved breath at that news, the things that had been running through my mind about these men, these vampires, were things that were best left locked up inside my pervy mind.

"You can read minds, all minds, except for mine?" I asked dumbly. "Well, that's good." I grinned, "Although, I'm always being told that I'm an open book, so it shouldn't be too hard," I teased, running my fingers up and down the planes of his chest.

I watched my fingers travel across the material of his t-shirt, he was laughing and I was fascinated with the movements of his torso. I laid my hands flat on his chest, feeling the tremors caused by his laughter, but nothing else. No heartbeat. I frowned, pressing harder, as if that would make a difference. Why was I so surprised? But the lack of a heartbeat made it very real, and not just information thrown at me in the heat of sex. Edward's hands closed over mine, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over my skin. I glanced up at him; his face was drawn with worry.

"There is no need to be frightened, Bella. We understand that this is dif-"

I wasn't about to let him stand there, worrying over things that he had no reason to, now was I? So I used the grip that he had on my hands to stand high enough to capture his lips. I didn't go for soft, or gentle, I took his lips with mine. I snaked my tongue between his lips, his mouth opening eagerly, letting me explore his mouth. I'm not ashamed to admit that I was looking for fangs, but his teeth seemed completely normal, yet I knew that there were puncture marks on my neck opposed to bite marks.

Really shouldn't be concentrating on that right now.

"I'm not scared, Edward." I kissed him again, lifting my right leg and wrapping it around his thigh, his hand shot straight to it to hold it up, hold me higher, closer. "I'm simply curious. I want to know everything there is to know about my guys." I smirked, biting my lip and looking up at him through my lashes, using my foot that was pressing into his ass to bring him closer to me.

"I can see that," he whispered, his hand caressing my thigh while his other hand found it's home at my waist, nestling around my curves and digging into my skin in a way that made my body burn with anticipation. "So silent, so beautiful. I fear that you will have to tell me what you want me to do, Bella. Tell me; tell me what you would have me do for you...what you would have me do to you."

I gasped, shivering, mortification overriding the confidence that I had been feeling previously. Edward placed a soft kiss just behind my ear, his lips lingering before his tongue laved over the spot before trailing down my throat, he nipped at my pulse point, taking the time to suck on it.

"Tell me," he whispered.

Oh my fuck. Could I really be so forward, so outspoken?

Edward ran his nose across my collarbone, I felt him breathing in. Taking in my scent? His touch left shivers in its wake, my skin peppered with goose bumps, tingling and alive. I was on fire. He released my leg, standing back and kissed me long and hard. Pillaging my mouth with his tongue before sucking my tongue into his mouth, a sharp pain made me squeal and draw back. I touched my fingers to my tongue, glancing down to see the bead of blood, my wide eyes meeting his hooded ones. He smiled, drawing my gaze to his mouth and there they were. Fangs. Realising that my mouth was hanging wide open, I shut it quickly, glancing between his mouth and eyes as I tried to compute what it was that I was actually seeing. Shit...fangs! Well, I had been wondering. Slowly, I reached out to touch the elongated canine. Edward was a statue, I wasn't even sure if he was breathing, just watching my movements, my reactions. Ever so slightly, he opened his mouth wider and my finger met enamel. It was...well, it was just like any other tooth that I had ever touched. Not that I was some man tooth touching woman or anything. A second after making contact, Edward made a sudden movement and nipped at my finger. I made some weird noise, a cross between a gasp and a squeal.

My immediate reaction was to move my hand away, but Edward caught it before I had even processed the thought. I watched, transfixed and incredibly aroused, as he licked the bead of dark crimson that was pooling on the tip of my finger. Whatever it is that is in their saliva went to work instantly, my skin tingling and healing as I watched. But when he sucked my finger into his mouth I nearly lost my balance, my sex spasmed, clenching and throbbing and downright fucking quivering.

Is it possible to come from someone sucking your finger?

Edward let go of my finger, his lips lingering as he took it from his mouth. Not letting go of my hand, he brought my wrist to his nose, breathing in heavily. I was panting. Letting my arm fall to my side, he moved to the buttons of my shirt, slipping one finger through and behind the top button, he slowly drew down. His finger ran down my chest, still with the teasing, the buttons fell to the floor with little plinks as they hit the cement. Once he had finished 'undoing' the shirt, his pushed it off my shoulders, making sure to keep contact with my skin the whole time. He didn't simply let it take gravities natural course; instead he kept hold of the material as he grazed my arms until I was free from the clothing.

"You still haven't told me what you want, Bella," he whispered.

I was pretty much speechless.

He bent at his knees to kiss my chest, his mouth open and wanting, travelling down through the valley of my breasts. I groaned, closing my eyes for a second, loving the feeling of his sensual mouth on my body. His hands rose to my waist, ghosting down my sides as he lowered even further, his tongue teasing my belly button, laving across the inside of my hips, before he stilled and stared up at me.

"There is nothing to be nervous or embarrassed about. I am here for you, for your pleasure...for your release." He smirked.

Holy fucking fuck fuck fuck!

Could I do it? Is it more than speaking my fantasies, my inner most thoughts? I have been dreaming of this moment, these moments from the first time I ever set eyes on my guys. My guys. My God, that still makes me giddy.

I jumped slightly when I felt his fingers on my toes, tickling across the top of them before trailing up my legs, leaving me overexcited. From his new position, his nose was just above my sex and his mouth was right there and yet, other than his hands, he was completely still. Speaking of his hands, they were currently travelling up my calves, around to the back of my knees and...Oh my fuck...since when were knees an erogenous zone? More gasping, more panting, hell there was a little moan in there too. And all because Edward circled his fingertips at the back of my knees. Jesus! Higher and higher his hands travelled, up the backs of my thighs, tracing the curve of my ass from the outside in and then along the cleft of my ass. I was a puddle of aroused goo.

"Tell me, Bella."

His breath, an icy rush against my heated sex, and his words were lost to my ears, hidden behind my cry.

"Tell me," he demanded, grabbing my ass firmly in his large hands.

Can I do it? And the answer to my question? Of course I fucking can!

"I want you to delve into my pussy with your tongue, your fingers. I want you to eat me like I was your last meal. I want you to make me come so hard that I can't stand up or think straight. I want to feel your tongue over every inch of my sex; I want you to drink from me. I want you to own me. And then I want you to fuck me, I want you to fill me, to take me...all over this fire engine."

Was that clear enough?

His smirk was almost enough to bring me release.

"Your wish, my command." Was the only warning I had before he proceeded to do exactly as I asked.

In under a second my left leg was thrown over his shoulder, his face was buried in the apex of my thighs, his tongue was fucking me, eating me, tasting me. And it was oh...so...fucking amazing! One of my hands went to his hair, gripping on for dear life, while the other was trying to gain purchase on the side of the truck. Edward was growling into me, devouring me, keeping me close to him by holding onto my ass.

"Oh...yes...right there, right there!" I cried out.

Edward was touching me in places that I didn't even know existed, when his tongue wasn't thrusting in and out of me, it was licking over my folds, inside my folds, around my clit. Hell, he was even nibbling, the sting of his fangs doing nothing other than heighten the sensations, and then finally he entered his fingers into me and went rampant on my clit. I screamed, actually scream, before exploding. My orgasm was everything that I asked for, it spiralled out, rippling through my body. And, indeed, my legs did give out. I fell into Edward's open arms, a satisfied smile on my face and giggling lightly in my euphoria.

"Holy Fuck," I groaned out, trying to regain my ability to breath.

"Oh, Bella, there is nothing holy about me," Edward's spoke into my ear, his voice all promises, sin and full of sex.

The world spun, the air rushed past me and I was finding out just how sinful Edward was. My legs were push back, touching my shoulders, and Edward was inside me. So thick, so long, so hard. We were on top of the truck, not that that mattered. Edward was fucking the living hell outta me, his head thrown back, his hips working himself into me. I could feel everything, every inch, every ridge, everything. With one particularly hard thrust, his mouth was back on mine, my legs were around his waist and his movements were calmer, more measured. He ground into me, touching all the right places.

My movements were instinctual, matching his, moving against him. My hands were in his hair, over his back, grasping at his perfect ass. I couldn't get enough, I didn't want to get enough. I was on top of a fire engine, Edward between my legs and there was nowhere else that I wanted to be in that moment. He whispered, "Hold onto me." And he stood up, my legs tightly latched around his waist. His hands on my ass, raising me up and down, up and down, onto his cock. The position gave such freedom of movement. I used his hips as leverage to move myself and he helped to maximise my movements with his hands.

Edward was fucking me on top of the fire truck.

Keeping one hand on his shoulder, I ran my other around the back of his neck, keeping eye contact as I worked myself on his dick. I was so wet, the sound of skin slapping together was accented by the smash of my arousal against his, I clenched and he twitched. I knew we were close.

"Edward...so close, come with me. Oh God! I want to feel you come inside me, I want you to fill me with everything that you have. Please!"

Edward sped up his thrusts, pummelling into me and damn did it hit the right spot. My release was growing, sparking, the fire growing with every movement. Edward clutched me to him, his expression desperate as his thrusts quickened and lost their consistency. The new closeness brought my clit into harder contact with his skin and it was all I needed. I was soaring, Edward's loud growl letting me know that he was following me.

I laid my head on his shoulder, my hips still moving slowly against his as my climax died down. It was a good thing that he had hold of me, there was no way in hell that I would be standing any time soon.

"Did that meet your requirements?" Edward asked, as he stroked my hair, playing with the ends and then gracefully jumping down from the engine. It was all I could do to nod, so I just went with that. Edward laughed, wrapping me in my discarded shirt as best as he could while he was still holding me. "That good, huh?" I managed a tired laugh, it was more breathy than anything else. I think my brain had short circuited.

Brain damage by orgasm; not a bad way to go.

And then there was sleep.

E/N...let me know what you think! The next chapter is Emmett...but let me know who or what or where you wanna see after that LOL. Jasper is gonna be last, I have big plans for him snickers