A/N Hello again, heres the wonder that is Emmett :D I have such a soft spot for Emmett, or a wet spot might be more appropriate...don't judge. I hope you all enjoy this taste of him. Do I need to put a smut warning on this...or has that train left the station? LOL. Thanks goes to Mynxi for being her usual awesome beta/coach/cheerleader/Cupcake self. She's beyond awesome. it's just a fact. And, of course, I don't own anything other than my dirty dirty mind, and my Wifey's arse, that's allll mine. smoochies THEChickNorris while you all read

My time since moving into the fire house has been a whirlwind, one that I've no intention of getting away from. Over the couple of weeks that I have been here, I've learned to love all my guys by spending my free time with them, when I'm not busy doing paperwork and they're not busy out saving the city. Today had been pretty normal. I had been working all morning; paper work, phone calls, ogling my men, the usual. It also included day dreaming about what might happen later, shifting in my seat as I remember what had already happened and wondering about playing 'Peeping Tom' in the shower rooms. That changed when I had come down from the office to find some blonde bombshell hitting on Emmett. She was all over him, all hair flicks and pouty lips, pushing out her ample chest and batting her eyelashes at him. The anger had been instantaneous, that was my man that she was all over, my man that she had dared to sell her wares to. Whore.

I had stalked forward; putting my arm through Emmett's and smiled sweetly and just downright cattily up at her as I stroked his arm with my free hand. It hadn't mattered to me that she was a vampire, or that she was swimsuit issue gorgeous, I hadn't even tasted any self doubt as I told her to take her skanky self elsewhere. I even laughed when she'd hissed at him, secure in my knowledge that she would never be able to lay a finger on me. She flounced out when her question of 'whether Emmett was going to let me speak to her like that' fell on deaf ears. I somehow resisted the urge to call 'yeah, take that bitch and stick your ho attitude where the sun don't shine' after her. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for that one, reminding myself that Emmett only had eyes for me. And, that was just the way I liked it. After she had left, I'd pulled Emmett down for a lingering kiss and then sauntered off, swaying my hips and smirking to myself as I went to the kitchen for a snack. It was only then that the full force of what I had done fell on my shoulders, that I had just gone up against a vampire.

Oopsie?

I was still shaking from the confrontation while I sliced the cheese for my sandwich, the knife veritably vibrated in my hand as I attempted a balanced cut. I wasn't one for getting into other people's faces...especially not incredibly beautiful, astoundingly gorgeous, tall, shapely, blonde and leggy women. No, that would be reserved for my imagination. Only this time, when I had seen her talking to Emmett, I had felt so angry and, well, territorial. He's mine, all of them are damn it, and I'm certainly not one to share. Well, with other women anyway.

Of course, what had happened since I first set foot in the station is something that I would never forget. Hell, nothing that has happened since I fell into this could be forgotten. Lightly, I fingered the bite marks on my neck, heat growing between my legs as I did so. They were so sensitive, not painful by any means, just incredibly pleasant. Sensual in an understated way, like a promise of things to come.

Pun intended.

I jumped and may have even squeaked a little when two large hands slammed down onto the worktop on either side of me. I stopped breathing, literally froze, one hand glued to the side of my throat and the other still gripping the cheese block. I wasn't scared, I could never be scared of my men, but the silence was making me quiver with anticipation. I could feel him behind me, looming over me, his bulk all encompassing and even blocking out the bright glow of the overhead lights.

"Breathe," he finally spoke, all low and thick and made all things tingle down below.

Attention girly parts, penetration imminent!

I obeyed, rushing to take in the air that my body had been screaming for and my dazzled mind had chosen to ignore. I felt dizzy, my knees buckling, but was caught by the giant behind me. Not by his hands, no, he pinned me to the counter with his groin. His hard and noticeably huge groin. I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the worktop next to Emmett's, and I marvelled at the size difference. Then, I felt him nestle his face into my neck and I suddenly didn't give a shit about the size difference of our hands.

"You know, it's not the brightest thing to go up against a vampire when you're still human. She could've killed you with a flick of her little finger," he murmured into my ear, his breath a cold whispered kiss against my skin.

I gasped, closing my eyes and struggled to talk through my arousal, "She was touching you. You're mine. I didn't like it."

I felt him chuckle, the vibrations coming through from every inch of him that was against me, his lips soft against my ear, "There is no question on that, Angel. I am yours, just as you are all mine." He kissed the back of my neck, just below my hair line, the simple action sending a jolt down my spine. Then he bit me, not hard enough to draw blood, just hard enough to cause the sensation again and my back to arch, drawing a gasp from me. "So sensitive, Angel. Shall we see what we can do with you? Hmm?" He bit down again, this time I felt the sting of his fangs for a second before his tongue laved across the wound. "So sweet."

I just groaned, long and drawn out at his words, at his actions, at the feel of him against me. Cold and hard and insistent. So fucking enticing.

The world spun, and I was on my back, lying flat on the large kitchen table. The wood, although cold, felt warm against my back after the sensation of Emmett pressing against me. I felt the loss of his touch, as well as disorientation of the sudden change of position. But then his hands were on my legs, spreading them apart marginally, rubbing up and down my calves, his skin was soft and cool even through my silk stockings. His eyes were dark and locked onto mine, his expression stormy full of passion and the need to consume.

"I love the clothes you wear, such a naughty secretary you are." He smirked and it made my clit feel like a Mexican jumping bean. "Ever since I first saw you, I've wanted to do this." He took hold of the hem of my skirt right as the beginning of the slit. Then he slowly proceeded to pull them apart, ripping the seam until my skirt was hanging on either side of me. It's a good job that my guys have no problem providing me with clothes and lingerie, even if I were permanently dressed as some fantasy or another. At least there hadn't been any blatantly porno outfits. Yet.

His hand finally travelled up my legs, parting them even further as he went, until my feet were hanging over at either side of the table. I gasped when his hands met my bare flesh above my stockings, his grip tightening for a second as he continued on his travels. His nose flared and his eyes darkened even more, I was so aroused that it felt as though all of my blood was rushing to my clit. It was throbbing, vibrating with need; his teasing touches were making me wild. My breathing was stuttered, alternating between panting and deep drawn in, gasping breathes. Changing with his touch.

He skimmed my hips, his thumbs running over my pubic bone and when he reached my waist, his grip became hard and sure and he pulled me towards him so that my ass was almost hanging off the end of the table. The change also meant that my legs were now bent and I was completely open to him; at his mercy. It seemed fitting, being laid out like this, on the kitchen table, with Emmett looking at me like I am something to eat.

He leaned forward, shadows changing the contours of his face, cutting across his cheekbones, hiding his eyes somewhat but never lowering their intensity. My own hooded eyes widened, my lips parted, my tongue slipping out to taste the air. I could smell him, his scent seemingly concentrated, heady and musky. Was my sense of scent stronger now? I didn't give a damn, to be honest, as if that mattered at the moment.

His chest rumbled, I swear I saw it vibrate, "Fuck, Bella, your scent is divine. It drives me insane, smelling you...having to wait for my turn with you." My back arched, my head back and strained to the side, allowing him access with his nose...oh God...and his tongue. He didn't just taste me, he seemed intent on mingling out scents, his tongue laved across my flesh. Cold and tingling and wet, succulent and provocative as he moved upwards along my skin. I felt the pinch of his fangs, but he didn't press down for my blood, simply making me want it, to want him, so much fucking more. He reached my ear, his hands still lay on the table on either side of me, and I longed for him to touch me again, but content to let him have his fun. The tip of his tongue ran along the shell of my ear, curling around my lobe and drawing it into his mouth. I felt his teeth again, those sharpened canines nipping at the tender flesh at the base of my ear, and again he sucked. A purr vibrated though him, a sound of pure satisfaction. I was wondering if it would be possible to come simply from his current attentions. He drew back and spoke directly into my ear, "So fucking sweet, Bella, I can't wait to taste you properly...in so many fucking ways."

With startling speed he drew back and had my hands held above my head and pressed against the table top. "Stay." Was all he said, low and rough and thick, before leaving me spread and returning to my ruined skirt. I watched, intrigued and impatient and veritably dripping, as he painfully slowly ripped two strips from my skirt. Walking back towards me, he took my right hand and wrapped the material around my wrist, securely but not too tight, and then repeated the action with my left. I frowned up at him, confused and just wanting him to take me. His answering smirk made me gasp, so full of promises and pleasure, "Stay." And again he left me on the table.

This time he blurred to the kitchen utensils and chose two metal spatulas, taking the time to sharpen each end before bending and shaping each on into an elongated horseshoe. Then, within seconds I was tethered to the table top, my wrists pinned down by the makeshift cuffs that he had forced down into the table and Emmett was back at the end of the table between my legs.

Holy fucking shit...Emmett is MacGyver's vampire sexual deviant older brother.

"I am going to keep your legs free," he spoke, a quiet rumble that echoed around the space, one finger from each hand drawing random patterns on my ankles. My skin was on fire, highly sensitive and screaming for more. "I want them free to move as I please. Your skin is so soft, Bella, so sensitive. So responsive. I love how it raises and pebbles at my touch, how you quiver with anticipation of what I have planned, what I wish to do with you." His fingers trailed higher, circles twirling over my skin. I was so tightly wound that the feeling was nothing short of glorious, his simple touch brought forth moans and whimpers, caused my eyes to close, my head to loll to the side and my teeth to bite down on the plump skin of my bottom lip.

Emmett ran the pad of his thumbs over the inside of my thighs, along the joint and around my sex. It was maddening, but then a long and drawn out intake of breath had me looking up. His nose was hovering just above me, only millimetres away from touching me where I was literally aching for him to do so. He watched me as I watched him. What was he waiting for? Did he want me to beg? To writhe? To combust? I tried to raise my hips, attempted to raise my sex closer to him. I needed his touch. He didn't let me move, not even twitch. His smirk grew and then his tongue was on me, in me, twisting around my clit, lapping at my folds, delving into my depths. Everything, everywhere, and all at once. He wasn't just tasting me, he was devouring, consuming, claiming. And I was giving it all freely.

I fought against the restraints, wanting to feel him under my fingers. I groaned, whimpered, cried out; hell, I think I even growled at one point. My clit felt hard, swollen and tight. Every turn his tongue took, every flick, circle and tug brought on more and more sensations, my whole body felt his touch and was begging for more.

My climax crashed and burned into me, over me, through me. It was painful almost, violent in its intensity. Nirvana, bliss, heaven.

Wow.

That was about all my mind could come up with at that moment. I was fuzzy, aftershocks running all over me, and he had only entered me with this tongue. What the hell was going to happen when he has his cock inside me?

Languid, wintery kisses were making their way up my stomach, a frigid tongue swirling in my belly button just long enough to remind me exactly what he could and had done with that particular part of his anatomy. He pushed my blouse up as far as it would go and reached underneath it, his huge hands dwarfing my breasts, massaging and rubbing them beneath the flimsy material and over the lace of my bra. I had never hated material before in my life, but right then I wanted it to just burn up and fuck the hell off. Not having Emmett's hand fully on my skin was torture.

"Tear it...tear it off, all of it. Just fucking tear it off." That time I was sure that I growled, I surprised myself when I spoke out.

Emmett glanced up at me with one eyebrow quirked and an amused smirk on his face, he was now simply rubbing my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. "Impatient are we, Bella? After I made you come so fucking hard?" He pulled on both my nipples, pressing harder for a second and sending a lightning bolt straight to my clit. "Hard and fast is great," he licked his lips suggestively, "but sometimes, long and slow is so much better."

I swallowed, gulped almost, at his words. He allowed some of his weight to fall onto me, his steel groin rubbing deliciously against my drenched and heated centre. I flexed my hips, seeking more, but he lifted himself so that he was just out of reach. I whimpered, even after such an aggressive release I needed more.

"Please," I whispered, wanton and pleading all at the same time.

"Patience, Bella." Emmett spoke before slowly undoing each and every button of my blouse. The silky material fell to either side of me, he simply snapped my bra as if it at a front clasp and that too fell to my sides. I heaved in breaths, my breasts rising and lowering with the action. Emmett ran his hands over my flesh once more, palm down and fingers spread wide and then stood back and lifted his shirt over his head revealing his incredibly muscled chest. Atlas eat your heart out! This guy was phenomenal, his strength was apparent in each bulge, each contour. I wanted to lick him, run my fingertips, my hands all over him. Hell, I wanted to rub up against him like a cat.

I knew he was staring at me, but there was no way that I would be able to tear my eyes away from his chest to check. That is until his hands came to the first button on his jeans, one...two...three...four...five buttons now free of their holes. I bit my lip; there was no sign of underwear behind the denim. He slowly pushed his jeans down, no doubt for my benefit than anything else, and I watched wide eyed and mouth agape as his cock was set free.

And set free would be an apt description. It was a monster! It wasn't so much that it was too long, though it was a good seven inches, but it was so damn thick. I genuinely wondered whether or I could accommodate it without hours of me getting used to it. It was just, well, it was huge. Gargantuan. I looked up at Emmett when I heard him snigger, his dick bobbing up and down as he did so. He was amused and impressed with my reaction. I nearly died when he raised an eyebrow in challenge.

Well...I do love a challenge.

I spread my legs further apart in invitation, offering myself to him with the arch of my back and seductive roll of my hips against the table.

Emmett stepped forward, naked and manly and freaking glorious. He loomed over me, the tip of his cock tickling and teasing me and he finally, finally, kissed me. How a kiss can send my heart crashing into my ribcage, I'll never know. It was languorous but still held strength, Emmett took his time exploring my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine and allowing me my own exploration. His taste was thick and heady, musky and hot. Mouth watering.

I strained against my restraints, lifting my head to meet him, our lips melding, moving, mating. His hand cradled the back of my head, alleviating the strain on my neck, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, just wanting to feel his skin under mine. I rubbed my legs and feet over everywhere that I could reach, it was nowhere near as good as using my hands, but I could feel him and that's all that mattered.

He broke the kiss, I dragged in a ragged breath and he licked around the shell of my ear again. "I have been waiting so damn long to feel you like this." He moaned as he pushed into me.

I gasped, screwing my eyes shut. Christ Almighty, it hurt, it hurt like the taking of my virginity hurt. Soothing words and gentle touches calmed me. Emmett's hips flexed marginally back and forth easing him into me, and I can honestly say that I have never felt as filled as I had in that moment.

"Oh god...oh..." I fought against my bindings to no avail, Emmett rested on his elbows and held my face in his hands as he circled his hips, moving inside me but not thrusting. "You're...so...big."

His answering smirk was a curious mixture of smugness and resignation, "Yeah...I am, it can sometimes be a...problem. But," he swivelled his hips, drawing out a little before moving back in. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I sighed and keened at the feeling. "It seems as though you were made for me."

Emmett began gentle and slow, his strokes lengthening over time...long and deep, stretching me and forcing me to accommodate him. It was a phenomenal feeling; there was nothing other than him moving within me. I groaned, moving as much as I was able, arching my back, raising my hips. There was no hurry to our movements, no rush to the finish line. There was just me and him, our joining.

I could feel that burning ache rising with each movement, tightening and tightening, growing inside me, all over me. I felt electrified, gasping for air, and drowning in the feelings and sensations. Emmett's now constant growl was resonating through me and into the table, I was surrounded and encased by the sound and vibrations. Emmett slid his arms under my back so that his huge hands gripped my shoulders and, using that as leverage, he slammed into me.

The difference in pace was so sudden, and so fucking fantastic, that I screamed out. The sound winding of into a long drawn out moaning whimper when he swivelled his hips against me. Then he did it again. And again. And again.

Grip...slam...swivel.

Grip...slam...swivel.

Then...holy yes..please...yes...he went faster.

I was screaming constantly, my eyes screwed shut, my head thrashing from side to side. The table was shifting, squeaking with each thrust, and I wondered briefly whether it would hold up to Emmett's assault. I think I threw out his name more often than not, or at least I tried to. Mostly it was 'unf!', 'ah!' or 'fuck yes! Fuck me! fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck'.

"You like that, Bella?" Emmett snarled, speaking for the first time, "You my big...hard...cock fucking you? Claiming you?"

"Y-yes...oh..."

"You're so wet, Bella...can you hear it? Our skin slapping together...melding...my cock reaching so deep. You feel that, Bella?"

I didn't, couldn't answer him, and then I screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain when Emmett twisted my nipple roughly. "I asked you a question, Bella. Answer me!"

"Yes...yes, I feel...oh god do I feel that."

"I can feel you quiver, Bella...your pussy is so hot and tight and wrapped around me. I wanna come so hard, fill you up. I wanna bite through that soft, smooth, and milky skin and drink from you as I do. Can I do that, Bella?"

Jesus, the things he was saying to me. And that thought...Emmett's teeth in my neck, drinking me down while he comes inside me. Oh. Fuck. Yes.

"Yes!"

"Fuck...I thought so." He growled and I spasmed around him, "You're so fucking close, Bella...come with me. Come with me NOW! I want to taste the euphoria in your blood."

And god help me, but I did. My voice ran out after the first couple of seconds, my scream breaking and my mouth open wide as my back arched. I felt as if my whole being rippled with the force or the orgasm, my sex clenched down, but Emmett's thick cock kept me mostly taught, my walls barely able to spasm and the climax so much stronger than I had felt previously. I heard him grunt, heard him roar and felt him swell, felt him come. Then his teeth were in my breast, and the pleasure started all over again.

I couldn't breathe, couldn't see. I was lost. It was unparalleled and spectacular.

I didn't realise that I had blacked out until I felt Emmett pick me up. I opened my eyes blearily and nuzzled into his naked chest as he sat us down with me in his lap. I looked up at him, smiling deliriously, and he grinned wide back at me as he started to rub my wrists, his cool skin soothing the redness.

"I blacked out," I stated, feeling the need to apologise.

"You did," Emmett replied, his grin was so damn smug that I wondered if I would ever live this own.

"You fucked me into unconsciousness," I stated again.

He laughed, "I did."

"You seem to be very proud of that fact," I said, finding myself grinning right back at him.

"Oh, I am. There is one thing still left to do, though."

I felt a momentary shock of panic; I honestly did not think that I could take another orgasm.

Emmett's laugh was rich and full of humour, "Don't worry, Bella, I don't plan on fucking you again. Not right away anyway, you need time to recover from the epicness that is my cock."

I burst out laughing, "Epicness of your cock? Yeah...I can't really argue with that. So, what is there left to do."

He smiled, suddenly tender, cupping my jaw with his hand and running his thumb softly over my cheek bone, "You need to drink from me."

My eyes shot straight to his neck and I licked my lips, instantly thirsty and I swear my teeth tingled, "Yes, I do."

Emmett shifted me so that I was kneeling on his thighs, then he drew the nail of his thumb across his skin over his pulse point. I watched in fascination as the rich, deep red rose out of the cut. The scent hit me, Emmett Concentrate, and I lunged. I fastened my mouth to his neck, sucking hard and humming in contentment as the sweet concoction flowed down my throat. For a moment, I thought I was purring, but then Emmett was pulling me away. I whimpered, wanting more.

Emmett chuckled, my body shook with it, "You will have more in time, but you can only have so much from each of us or the transformation will take place too quickly."

Transformation? Huh?

Emmett picked me up, cradling me to him and walking us up to my apartment. "Transformation? I'm...transforming?" I couldn't help it, images of Autobots and Decepticons flittered through my mind and I giggled, "Just call me Bumblebee."

Emmett laughed, opening my door and carrying my through to the bedroom, "You may not have noticed, but none of us can turn into cars or trucks."

I snorted, "No, but you sure as fuck have one hell of a robocock."

E/N yeah, I just said that dies what? It fit! Barely, LMAO. Thank you for all of the reviews I've received for this fic, all the reviews and alerts. it's awesome to hear what y'all think, they make me smile so freaking hard. So get clicking and let me know...it's looking like Peter for the next chapter, buuuuuuuuuuut I'm thinking Ben might make an appearance also. Thanks for reading!