Author's Note: I wasn't happy with the progression of the story so I pushed (old) Ch. 5 "First Day of School, Again" back two chapters. In its place, I inserted new Ch. 5 and 6-a fun mini-trip for Seth, Logan, and family. As you'll see in the long run, it'll better illustrate the difficulties Seth faces and how his best friend, Logan, seeks to help.

If you already read (old) Ch. 5 "First Day of School, Again," no worries. (New) Ch. 5 and 6 occur the weekend before (old) Ch. 5 so the timeline isn't ruined and there aren't spoilers, just drama, drunk messes, and sexual escapades.

As always, comments are appreciated. Perhaps some suggestions on where, when, and with whom Seth should shack up with? This isn't to say that it's even going to happen in Life Resolute, but even I don't know the answer to that.

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"No, you are not," Seth spat with smile. "Old man."

I smiled evilly. "Both beauty and youth are in the eye of the beholder, little puppy, and the beholders are nothing more than human." Like clockwork, the doors of the elevator spewed open. Humans—hotel guests and employees alike—scurried about on their mundane tasks. I knew it was terrible to feel superior over them. That was the Volturi perspective, but honestly, sometimes a vampire's gotta feel good. It worked too. As we made our way to the limo, which Alice had the foresight to call for, I peered behind Seth and me. We were getting attention something fierce. Seth was enjoying the attention too. A group of twenty-somethin's gawked at him. He waved stupidly.

I grabbed Seth by the shoulder and pulled him along. "Get a move on!"

One of the ladies screamed, "Oh come on, handsome, who's your manfriend?"

Seth smiled and I knew some joke was going to cross his lips at my expense.

I cut him off. "Sorry ladies, I'm married!" I yelled.

"Bullshit," Seth whispered. Yeah, I knew it was bullshit, but that was the best way to get Seth out the door and prevent him from humping those girls like the dog I knew he to be.

As the limo made its way to our first club, I emptied the entire contents of mini bar into one large cup. Seth's unhappiness was clear from his face when it sucked the mixture down. "What did you expect?" I asked rhetorically. "Nothing EVER good comes out of mixing vodka, tequila, rum, and gin…"

"A long island," Seth barked.

"I couldn't find any Coke to add," I replied sheepishly.

Seth didn't complain further and finished downing the concoction. It was beginning to have its effect on him. His face became flushed and he sweated just a little bit. His odor… excuse me… scent became more pungent. The humans would absolutely love that, I thought.

"Now the key is to maintain your drunken self, not to overdue it, okay?" I suggested.

Seth hiccupped. "I dunno whatcha talking abouzzz?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Just kidding, bra." Seth hiccupped the last syllable.

"That better have been planned or your not taking anyone home tonight."

"I was kidding. I was kidding," Seth attempted to placate. I wasn't buying it. "Besides, you aren't my mother!"

The limo stopped with a lurch at a club that could be nothing less than swanky. The bouncer opened the limo door for us and lifted the velvet rope too. Before I entered I peered down the line of club goers waiting to get in. It was around the corner. My super duper ability-enhanced eyes told me it went for entire city block passed the corner.

"Wow!" Seth yelled, calling my attention back to the here and now. "Where are we?" he asked.

"Buzzkill."

"What?"

"Yeah, the brochure said it was so hip that it had to advertise that it wasn't. Being uncool is the cool thing to be, apparently." I guess it made sense. The club alternate the colors white and black, nothing else. The most colorful thing in the room was me, and that was because I was wearing a blue shirt. Seth fit in better. All the club goers were different combinations of black and white. It was the "cool thing" to do after all!

Seth's intoxication was wearing off… again so our first pit stop was the bar. Seth and I each took a stool and I flung a credit card at the barman. and requested six long islands. "Six double long islands, please."

"Hey, boy," a girl said as she plopped down my thigh. Her scent washed over me and I had a flash of desire towards her. Bloodlust, actually. My throat felt raw and unquenched, but I quickly threw those urges to the side.

With a subtle nod, I replied, "Hey." It was all that was required to get her juices flowing, literally. Human females were unwaveringly predictable. "Have you met my pal, Sam?"

Seth gave me quick look of confusion, but it was quickly replaced with understanding. Traveling Names. He would be Sam, and I would be…

"Yeah, this is Luke," Sam introduced me.

The girl screamed in excitement. "I'm Maia! Where are the shots?"

Sam, who was obviously interested in Maia, ordered three very large shots from the top shelf. We cheered to one another and they took them. I replaced Sam's shot with my own in a blink of an eye. He took it like a champ and Maia was none the wiser.

"So Sam," Maia perked her boobs up. "Seeing anyone?"

The boobs caught Sam's eye easily enough and he shook his head stupidly.

I rolled my eyes.

"You hear with anyone?" I asked.

"Oh my god!" she screamed. It was rather annoying. "Let's go see my girlfriends! They're VIP!"

VIP right.

One by one we met Maia's girlfriends—Taya, Rhea, and Shaya. I asked if those names were preplanned, but they showed me their ID's. Yep, they were really Taya, Rhea, and Shaya. Sam was having a good time. He made out with Maia and Shaya together, twice within the first half hour. I was invited into that fun, but it really wasn't my style. I had Emmett's ring on my finger after all. I'd probably drain the humans dry anyways and the thought of kissing Seth made throw up a little in my mouth.

"Let's go dance!" Shaya grabbed my hand and as she dragged me onto the dance floor I directed the waiter to bring a dozen shots to Sam. "You're so generous!" Shaya exclaimed.

"Yep, not for you or your friends, you drunk ho," I murmured.

Shaya peered back at me. "What?"

I shook my head. "Nothing."

Shaya and I moved onto the periphery of the dance floor. It was packed and the DJ spun the right rhythms for everyone. I separated the humans with my ability and many of them thought the others were pushing. Fortunately, they were all hammered so nothing else but a few expletives were thrown. I moseyed Shaya and I into the middle. She was a remarkable dancer given her human limitations so I let her grind up on me.

The song switched over, and Sam and the rest of the girls joined us on the floor. Sam was plastered now but even so, he danced like a champ. Everyone expected a typical man—unable to dance—but Seth, I mean Sam, was an atypical man and could dance the night away. He started to make out with Taya this time so I focused my fun on Maia and Shaya.

Maia pulled herself close to me and whispered, "So what's Sam's story? He's hot!"

"He's on the market for a girlfriend," I replied smoothly. "You quality material?"

"Boy, have you seen my girl, Maia?!" Taya exclaimed with a snap of her fingers.

"Girl!" I replied, letting my gay come out in full force.

Maia and Taya stopped dancing. "Your gay?" they exclaimed together.

Sam stopped too. "Really?"

I had to agree with Sam on that one. It's pretty obvious, or at least that is what I thought.

I nodded to the girls.

"Fuck," Maia said under her breath.

"I'm sorry sweet thang, I'm off the market." I gave her a hug. "I'm an excellent wingman though."

Sam was making out with Taya again, but gave a thumbs up. Taya's thumb went to his zipper.

Ew. "Yeah, you two point out some men and I'll be your wingman. Good?" I needed to get away from Sam's predicament. Ew. Ew. Ew.

Maia and Shaya perused the available pool of men and found two near a pool table. I approached the men with two beers in my hand. The best way to a straight man's heart is through alcohol or women, or both.

"Dude! Thanks!" one of them yelled. Yes, human males were also unwaveringly predictable.

"Where'd they come?" the other slurred.

"Those two fine ladies over there," I pointed back to Maia and Shaya. "They've been checking you out all night." Okay, it was a lie, but stoking a man's ego is critical and rewarding.

"You sure, man?" the first asked me. "I don't want to steal your thunder."

Emmett was my thunder. "Nope, I'm good. They're all about you two boys. Treat them right though. I will kill you if you don't."

"Right on!" the second one gave me a high five. Did he not hear that last part? Regardless, it still applied.

I came back onto the dance floor to find Sam and Taya slow dancing. He was enjoying her ass too much for my liking. I slapped his shoulder. "Time to go, lover boy. We got other bars to hit up."

Taya gave Sam a pouty face.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I nodded.

Taya whispered into Seth's ear and slipped a piece of paper into his jeans pocket. She lingered there for a moment too long.

"YEP, WE GOTS TO GO!" I announced abruptly and practically lifted my lusty puppy best friend up and threw him out the club. Our chauffeur came pulled up to the curb and once we were safely inside, Seth gave me an shit eating grin.

"She gave you her number, didn't she?" I asked.

His grin persisted. "That's not the only thing she gave me!"

"Yeah, coping a feel isn't quite something to brag about. It's kind of small in my opinion," I suggested.

"It isn't small at all and you know that!"

"Double ew," I announced. "I know that you know that I know of your sizing, but please, please, please don't remind me that you know that I know or that I know at all. How drunk are you anyways?"

Seth ran a hand through his hair. "It's wearing off. How much have I had to drink?"

"Enough to kill those three girls twice over," I observed.

"Damn," Seth replied. "Where we going next? This is fun!"

"You are turning into a man-whore!"

Seth shook his head and slid down the seat lengthwise. It was designed to fit a half dozen people and his feet almost reached to the chauffeur's cabin. "Nah," he whispered. "Just learning how to put my good looks to good use."

I eyed him suspiciously. "Don't get too cocky!"

"Have you seen abs like these?" He pulled his shirt up and began pattering upon his abs like they were bongo drums.

Now he was just being a dick, but it worked. I didn't have to wingman much at the next club we went to—Midnight Rendezvous. The theme was a kickback to the roaring twenties, Prohibition, and all things illegal or illicit. The girls flocked to us, but I redirected them to Seth. Mostly, I was just his personal bartender. The real bartender didn't think anything of it either. I'd just point back to the entourage that formed around Seth and request doubles… of everything.

At one point I lost Seth. He needed a human moment, he had said. That moment turned into a half hour and I was about to slink into the bathroom to find him when he plopped into his leather beanbag chair with a very sloshed blonde vixen named Stacy on his lap. Apparently, he met Stacy in the bathroom—the men's bathroom. This had gay club written all over it, and Stacy was probably a man.

Good stories, which were at Seth's expense, accumulated like wildfire. He forgot to blow the flame out on a fire shot and nearly set his face on fire. Thank you, Logan, for your quick wittedness and ability to control chemical reactions. Later Seth was found letting Stacy and this other chick, Vicki, do body shots off his belly button. The girls were so drunk that they "spilled" the shots all over Seth. Who could fuck up a body shot? It was in his belly button! Seth was a sticky and now, very drunk, mess. He needed a break, and so did I.

"You don know ma life!" Seth blurted out as we stepped out onto the sidewalk. He had Stacy and Vicki glued to his frame.

"You're so hot!" Vicki giggled.

Stacy meanwhile was overly fascinated with Seth's jeans pocket. No doubt she was feeling up his erection like Taya had done only hours before. Yep, she was. Even I could see his erection straining down his pant leg.

I had sent our chauffeur to pick us, meaning Seth and me, some take out Chinese. I needed to sober him up fast. That was an hour ago too. I hit redial on my phone. This dude was going to get a real ass chewing. On the third ring, the Lincoln Extended Edition whipped around the corner.

"Babe, you have no idea how hot I am," Seth boasted. "I'm a wolf after all. I'm a wolf!"

Vicki uttered something about letting him mount her, doggy style and her scent wafted into my nostrils. Her… feminine scent.

I gulped down hard, disgust flavoring my venom unequivocally. FUCKING, EW. Nope, we're done. Seth's not going to lose his virginity, yes, I know he's a virgin, to a nasty ass tramp named, "Vicki."

"No, you don't get it," Seth pointed at his chest. "I'm a wolf! And he's…" Seth was pointing at me now.

Snapping my fingers (yes, like a diva), Stacy's six-inch stiletto heel blew out. She flew to the ground with an unceremonious clunk. As she tried to pull herself up, her mini skirt hiked up far farther then I'd ever like to venture.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, at least we know she's not a dude," I pointed out casually.

Vicki detached herself from Seth to help Stacy. She failed miserably, the five or so Cosmopolitans that Seth ordered for her had clearly kicked in. The club's bouncer came out to see what all the commotion was about. I threw a fat Benjamin at the man, instructed him to call the ladies a cab, and warned him I would know if he just pocketed the cash. My vampire nature, unbeknownst to the bouncer's conscious, told him enough to heed my instructions, I knew that much. Suddenly, I realized that a pattern was beginning to develop. Drunk Seth. Dirty Seth. Intervening Logan. Would Seth want to lose his virginity? I pondered that question for a hot second. Meanwhile, Seth was trying to be a gentleman, a drunken gentleman, and lift Stacy from the cold street. He about fell on her and would've likely crushed her if he had.

"Yep, we're so done!" I announced coming to the conclusion that Seth wasn't going and didn't want to have sex with a tramp again named, "Vicki." I whipped the limo door open, flung Seth into it, hopped in myself, and closed the door.

"Wait!" Stacy yelled and Vicki made a mad dash for the door.

"Drive!" I growled.

The chauffeur, who had clearly been aware of our sidewalk sideshow, hit the gas with a redeeming vengeance. All I heard was the eerie screech of sweaty human hand on the doorframe and Vicki yell, "BITCHES!"

"Skank," Seth giggled from the floor.

I crawled over Seth's stanky self and tapped on the privacy screen. The chauffeur lowered the screen and handed me two large paper bags and two sporks.

"Best Szechuan this side of Manhattan!" he said with a thick Middle Eastern accent. "Trust me!"

I requested that we go to the next club to which our chauffeur nodded and closed the privacy screen. It was getting late, 3 AM. Last call was at four, but the clubs were allowed to stay open pass then, just not serve alcohol. Seth demolished his Peking duck, Mongolian beef, and "my" General Tso's chicken and pork fried rice—in twenty minutes flat. How he didn't burn his mouth, I didn't know.

After guzzling a liter of water, Seth sat up on the bench seat like a big boy.

"Better?" I asked.

Seth nursed his head. "What happened? Why am I so sticky?"

He really didn't remember? I pulled the sweat and sticky alcohol from Seth's outfit with my mind. It looked like a lint ball when it was completely formed. Seth, meanwhile, looked squeaky clean.

"I mean, the last thing I remember was those shots of Maker's Mark," Seth muttered. He gagged a little.

"Thought of alcohol got you sick?" I asked with a smirk. "I'm sure you'll remember the 'other' things in spurts tomorrow. Trust me. They're good."

He nodded and swallowed hard.

Please don't puke, I thought. "Do you want to go to the last club? You have been a champ about this, I'll give you that."

Seth bounced his head, mulling it over. "Yeah, let's go to the last one. Might as well commit to the whole experience, right?"

I pursed my lips. "You sound like me more and more every day. It's spooky."

"It's more annoying for me," Seth assured. That was my Seth! Snarky and sarcastic! As he had already emptied the mini-bar, I directed the chauffeur to make a detour to a liquor store to get the essentials. The chauffeur questioned under his breath about where we were putting everything—booze for ten, food for five. Hopefully, he just chopped it up to virile, young men who were thirsty for booze, food, and women, or men in my case.

The last club of the night, La Llama, was lighted by only firelight. Grand hues of orange, yellow, and blue blanketed the walls, couches, and the bar in a warm glow. The dance floor itself was a gigantic screen and made it appear as if the dancers were walking on fire.

"No fire shots!" I yelled to Seth.

He shook his head and let loose a hearty laugh. He didn't need anything more to drink.

"Hey, good looking," said a voice behind us. Seth's eyes bugged out when they came upon the sex pistol that had spoken. She was tall, her skin dark, and her short black dress matched her long black hair. Perhaps she was Native American like Seth?

As Seth tried to compose himself, I introduced us.

"So where are you from, Seth?" the woman, who we now knew was Andie, asked.

He began to stammer and I stomped on his foot. Pain would hopefully stop him from drooling on his shirt!

"We're from L.A.," I answered. "Just in town for the night, I'm afraid."

Andie smiled at us funny. "You two aren't… you know…"

It took even me a second to get what she was getting at.

"No, no, no!" Seth babbled.

"I'm married," I said. "I mean, not to him!"

"No he's not," Seth was quick to point out. "Where's the ring—not on the left hand!"

I shot him a dirty look.

"Well, as long as you two aren't together and you are straight…" Andie threw her hand around Seth's neck and massaged it. "We'll be fine."

"How about I get us some drinks?" Seth offered. I shuddered.

Andie nodded and grabbed Seth's hand. As she pulled him through the crowd, he waved to me. Did he tell me to get lost? He did know where we were staying. And it wasn't like I needed the limo to get back.

I shook my head, but instead of leaving right away I slipped onto the dance floor for one dance. The DJ was pretty good so I let the music flow through me. I didn't need someone or a group to dance with, I was that confident of myself. Besides, I could rip out a naysayer's throat before he uttered a single syllable. Wouldn't have any regrets about it either. Vampires are immensely good at compartmentalizing.

I had my fill of fun at about half way through the third song. The dance floor didn't seem to be thinning at all despite the fact last call was announced ten minutes ago. Most of the humans around me were pretty sloppy too—drinks spilling, vomit crusting on designer shoes, and I smelled urine from a particularly handsome dude who decided to grind on me a bit. With a gentle shove, I avoided that nasty mess. I could see Seth and Andie making out on a couch, their drinks untouched. "Good boy," I bragged. Andie seemed like fun and Seth was relatively sober, therefore in a better mindset to first, decide if he really like the girl and two, not give away his or my secret. Yeah, he and I were so going to have a conversation of the Stacy, Vicki, and secret sharing incident later!

I smiled to myself. "Mission successful." I pushed through the crowd and was about step off the dance floor when a hand grabbed my wrist. The hand was cold, like me. It was strong, like me. The electrical connection told me instantly who it was.

I swung around and lifted myself into Emmett's arms. He pulled me in for one of his signature bear hugs and his lips shot to my own. His hands drifted up and down my back, kneading the muscle underneath expertly. They didn't linger there long and fell to my ass. He held me tight. I became horny as fuck and ready for some play time.

Taking an unnecessary breath, I asked, "So how was your night?"

"Meh," he said nonchalantly. "Watched the game with Jasper, but then Alice wanted him to take her to Liberty Island. I got bored. Hope I didn't mess up your game."

I have no game when Emmett Cullen was involved. "Dance with me?" He nodded and pulled me back out onto the dance floor. Another group gave Emmett a dirty look when we took over their space. He merely raised his eyebrow to stake his claim on the spot, challenging anyone of them to argue. The sight made venom pool in my mouth. My hardon was getting rather uncomfortable as well. This would have to be a quick dance.

Emmett spun me around so that he was on my backside; he ground his hips into my ass roughly and his hardon was flush across his jeans. In line with the beat, I slid down and up Emmett's legs giving particular attention to rubbing his dick. Coming back up, he licked my left ear and blew his sweet scent across it. I shivered intensely. I was happy the music was up so high because even Seth could've otherwise heard my moan.

"I do love you, Logan," Emmett whispered in my other ear. "Always and forever."

I whipped around and Emmett locked his hands on my hips. I placed mine on his broad chest. Things got very serious very fast. Our eyes found each other and he nodded as if to tell me again. "I do love you, Logan. Always and forever."

I rested my head on his chest. Thank you, God, for giving me him.

We must've looked strange. The music was loud and fast while Emmett and I were quiet and slow. We weren't really dancing; more like swaying, but only to keep up our humanly appearance. To me, I was still, silent, and steady. Emmett was my unwavering rock and no matter what I thought or said, he'd never leave me. I would never leave him either. So was the power of mating.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but I didn't care. Emmett flexed his left pec and then his right. I lifted my head.

"Want to go home with me?" he asked with a wink.

Way to ruin a sincere moment, Emmett, I thought. Not really, but that's Emmett for you. I nodded quickly and led Emmett off the dance floor. "Let me check on Seth first."

Andie was macking hard on Seth. She was atop him and her dress was hiked up high. Seeing two vaginas in one night was definitely NOT what I had signed up for! I told Seth that Em was here and I was going. "Will you be okay to get back? I'll leave the limo."

Seth waved his hand at me.

"Yep, he's okay," Emmett taunted. "Look at his… wood-youch!"

I elbowed Emmett in the gut, hard. "Don't finish that!" I advised. "I already know too much about Seth's sex life."

"He has one!?" Emmett exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes. "Apparently." I grabbed Emmett's hand and led him out of the club. After telling the chauffeur to wait for Seth, Emmett and I walked a few blocks down the street. When there were no witnessing eyes, we ran the thirteen blocks back to the Ritz. Instead of walking through the doors—such would take too long, I needed Emmett now—we hid in the alleyway.

Emmett jumped onto my back. "Hold on tight," I advised.

He rubbed his boots into my groin. "Giddy up, donkey!"

"Can't I be a noble steed?" I whined.

Emmett snapped his fingers. "You. Me. Make. Love. Now. Focus!"

Right! I lifted my head and found the terrace easily enough. I let my mind wander through the matter around me until I latched onto the one force holding it down. Gravity. I bent my knees low to the ground and pushed as hard as I could without cracking the concrete. The web of gravity dissipated easily enough and we flung upwards like a bullet being fired from a shotgun. Any faster and we'd hit the sound barrier. The milliseconds ticked by and as we approached the terrace Alice peered over the ledge. Shutting gravity off was the easy part, surprisingly. Turning it on again was the hard part. I threw my mind out again and grabbed at whatever would slow us down. Slowly, gravity kicked back into gear. It was perfect timing too because we had just reached the terrace ledge. Alice grabbed my hand and easily lifted us over. Emmett and I separated and landed after a somersault.

Jasper started to clap. "Again, again, again! When do we get to saw Emmett in half?"

"Not magic, Jasper. Physics!" I argued.

Emmett swooped me into his arms, bridal style. "Whatever you call it babe, I call it hot." He carried me across the terrace and into our room. He kicked the door shut telling Alice and Jasper that we were not to be disturbed.

"Wish we had those sound proof walls," Alice whispered to Jasper. "Told you we should have stayed at Lady Liberty."

Jasper sighed. "Ew."

Neither Emmett nor I paid any more attention to Alice or Jasper. We were too busy eyeing each other down. My eyes were clouded over with lust, but Emmett's were all love. I grabbed my shirt and was about to shred it.

"Let me do it," he whispered. My breath hitched. He walked behind me and ran the pads of his fingers up my sides and down my shoulders. He grabbed my shirt at the back of my neck and pulled it gently. My arms raised and the shirt popped off.

He got to his knees, still behind me, and ran the contours of my back between his forefingers and thumbs. My breath quickened at his slow pace. He slid his fingers down across the juts of my backbone down to my ass. He kneaded it softly, but strongly. He undid my belt and the buttons on my jeans. He pulled them down, briefs too, and I kicked off my shoes.

He pushed my clothing aside. I didn't move. He faced me directly now, his eyes a dark obsidian. He was very close, but not close enough. I wanted to push myself against him. I wanted to be plush against every rock hard muscle he had—chest, abs, thighs, and arms. I wanted him so bad.

He let his lips touch my own, but there was no other contact. His tongue sought entrance and I acquiesced. The kiss didn't last to my chagrin. He kissed my chin then, my neck, up to my ear, and then down. Down and down he went. He made a detour at my nipple and then the other, swirling them with his tongue and sucking lightly. I bite down on my lower lip to stop it from quivering.

He was at my navel now and I knew where he was going. It still shocked me with pleasure as he took my entire length in one unfailing stride. I screamed out his name and he growled in satisfaction. He was slow on my cock, but willed it to the back of his throat. I grabbed on his hair in a vain attempt to make him go faster. To distract me, he let his nimble and dexterous fingers find their way to my hips. He kneaded the flesh there and held tight onto the bone beneath. He popped off my cock and ran his cool tongue up my left hipbone.

"I'm going to love you tonight, Logan," he said, seriousness coloring his every word. "Do you want me? Do you want me to love you?" That question ought to be rhetorical because I couldn't verbalize anything but a slow nod. Even that was difficult. Did I ever mention that I was putty in his hands? He rose to his feet and before he could react I shredded his clothes. Tiny torn pieces fluttered down around us.

I bit my lip again. "Sorry."

He smiled. That smile told me everything I ever needed to know about my mate. He loved me unconditionally. He trusted me, and he knew me. He knew that with that smile, any doubts, any worries that I might have about anything could be let go. Moreover, his smile was the light in my life. It was the comfort that he gave me, the happiness he gave me.

I returned his smile with my own. He held out his hand and pulled me over to the King size mattress. He laid me on my back and he upon me, grinding his hips against his own. Our cocks rubbed across one another and pleasure coursed through my body. A sigh made its way out of his mouth and I knew he too was experiencing pleasure. A chill ran down my spine. He was experiencing pleasure.

I pushed my lips to his and we got lost in each other. I followed the contours of his abs with my hand. Washboards had nothing on my man's eight-pack. His cock was standing at full mast leaking venom on my stomach. My eyes trained themselves on the prize that was his dick. "No, I want to love you," he said.

He stuck two fingers in my mouth and I sucked greedily, coating them with my venom. He pulled out and slid them down to my entrance. He slid his fingers around it and my hips bucked. I need him inside me. A flash of pain crossed my face when he pushed the first finger deep inside me. He moved it in and out slowly and the pain subsided. He inserted the second finger and really coated my entrance. I was whimpering now.

He withdrew from me completely and emptiness enveloped me. Carefully and painfully slow, he ran his hands down my leg to my ankle. He grabbed on tight and lifted my leg onto his shoulder. He did the same with my other leg. He waited then. He waited for me. He waited for me to tell him that I wanted him.

"Yes." My voice was barely audible, even for a vampire.

He nodded and slowly pushed himself inside me. His shear girth made me cry out in pain. We were so well practiced with this that Emmett knew what to do. He slowly kept pushing while I made an effort to loosen up and accept him. Inch by inch he filled me up and I felt complete, whole. Eventually he was balls deep and gritting his teeth to keep from slamming it home. The pain dulled into a good pain.

"Please, Emmett, make love to me," I whined. He shot to my lips and pulled his cock out slowly. The pain disappeared completely and when he pushed back in, when he was fully sheathed in me, the pain didn't return, only did pleasure. My stomach tightened and my cock threatened to explode. I let out a low guttural growl and he knew to increase his pace. His balls slapped at my ass and I was lost in ecstasy.

I had just enough conscious thought available to me to question whether he was enjoying himself. I would gladly give up my pleasure to ensure his. I opened my eyes—not fully aware that they had shut to begin with—and saw that his brow was tight in concentration. His eyes were slammed shut. Yes, he was being pleasured.

Emmett is being pleasured…

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to me again. His perfect lips kissed along my neck, his perfect tongue flew across my ear. He moaned and swore loudly. I pushed my hips back to meet his stroke. He quickened his pace in a chase to find release. He about brought me to the brink and he knew it because he slowed then.

It occurred to me that I hadn't touched my cock once since this began. I didn't dare touch it now for I would explode the second I did and this perfect moment with my mate would come to an end. Instead I threw my hands above my head and he held them tightly against the headboard.

Even with his slowing thrusts my stomach began to clutch in on itself and my release was inevitable. My breath hitched again, I thrust my head back, and spoke his name through clenched teeth. My body spasmed and Emmett rode it out pile driving me. His own climax was magnanimous and his swelling, spasming cock pushed waves of pleasure through me, continuing my own orgasm.

He rested atop me, still inside me. I felt so complete, so happy, so whole. I never wanted to lose this feeling. I never wanted to lose Emmett. He was my everything.

Through the throws of passion I didn't hear that Seth had returned. I knew his heartbeat better then he did. Having super hearing and no heartbeat allowed one to focus on those who did. "I better see if he got lucky."

"Go shower first, babe. You smell like sex and well, me," Emmett advised. Without thinking I inhaled my own scent. It was a perfect mixture of me and him… his sweet scent. I popped a woody right there. "Oh, I can take care of that," he whispered seductively. He grabbed me, lifted me up bridal style again, and gave me a through blowjob in the shower. Needless to say it took me another forty-five minutes to get to Seth and see how his night went.