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Overwhelming Darkness
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Chapter 28:
(Jasper's POV: The Compound; Texas)
Bella entered the bedroom, closing the door behind her with a sigh. Her emotions seemed contrite as she faced me, leaning against the door.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up on the bed with concern. She'd just left Nick after asking him about bringing back Marcus's mate, however I wasn't sure why that would cause her such despair.
"I have such mixed feelings about this whole ordeal regarding bringing back Didyme." She admitted as she fidgeted with her fingers.
I scooted to the end of the bed and reached for her, taking her hand and pulling her into my lap before moving us backwards towards the headboard. "And why is that, Darlin'?" I asked, running my fingertips over her knuckles.
She cuddled further into my chest, nuzzling me with her nose over my un-beating heart. "Because I don't want Nick to have to lose any of himself doing something to make another man happy."
I leaned back so I could see her face, my brows scrunched downward with uncertainty. "What do you mean he'd lose a part of himself?"
She sighed, not meeting my eyes. "Haven't you ever wondered how it was so easy for Maria to control Sebastian and bring him over to her side and turn on us? I mean, you'd think that being given a gift like that, he would have had to be a good person, right? After all, any gift we are granted as a vampire is a strong quality enhanced from our human lives. Being given the power to reunited those who've passed with their loved ones wouldn't have been provided to someone who didn't do wonderful things for the people around him. Right?"
I thought it over and what she said made perfect sense. "Now that you've mentioned it, I am rather curious."
"So was I," she agreed, "So I did some various research and went snooping. I'd learned that Alice and Edward weren't the only ones brought back for Maria by Sebastian, regardless of what he'd originally thought."
"How is that possible?" I pressed.
"I'm getting to that," she waved me off. "This perplexed me, because how was it possible for someone not to remember doing something so life-altering as bringing someone back from the ashes? How was it possible for him to so easily betray the people who'd cared about him like he was their own family? Well, it turns out that for every soul reborn, there is a price to pay."
"That makes sense," I nodded. "After all, nothin' in life - or death, apparently - is free."
"Exactly," she agreed. "Each time a new soul awakens from death's door, the person who roused them would lose a part of themselves; a memory. Our life experiences and wisdom is what makes us who we are today."
"He must've brought back a lot of souls for him to have transformed from such a good person into such a monstrous being." I mused.
She nodded, "I have a theory on that."
"What?" I pressed for more.
"Well, I believe that he'd become selfish, using it for personal gain or for evil. It's possible that he was punished by losing bigger parts of himself. It was the fate's hope to wipe his slate clean and become the person he once was."
"But with Maria as an influence, he had no hope." I concluded.
"I believe so," she concurred. "But what I do know for certain is that each time he started from scratch, she fed him precisely what she'd wanted him to believe was true. He'd become a very valued puppet. She had him so twisted up, that when he'd go to bring someone back, she made it seem as though it was his idea and praise him for it. Maybe even play dumb like she didn't know the gift existed."
I took a moment of silence to think before I spoke, "So, it's possible that Nick might not loose some of his memories?" I asked hopefully.
She sighed dejectedly, "I can't answer that. Like I'd said, it's just a theory."
"What did Nick and his mate say? Did he agree?" I wondered aloud.
"I didn't require an answer just yet. I told him to think on it and let me know what he decides after I'd filled him in on the cautions of the gift he'd absorbed. It's in his hands now. After all, it's possible that he'd forget that he'd even mated." She explained dismally. "However, I have a feeling that he'll agree, no matter the consequences. Nick is a pure soul of both mind and heart."
"That he is," I nodded. "It's an awful lot of responsibility to place on that child's shoulders."
"I know," she mumbled, turning her head into my chest so that he voice became muffled when she spoke, "What choice did I have?" Before she pulled back to look at me once again. "I can't bear to see Uncle Marcus so sad and wistful when something can be done about it. But I didn't tell him earlier because I didn't want to give him hope only for it to be squashed if Nick declines. It would cause too much tension between them and the two genuinely care for each other."
"I've noticed," I inputted. "Their emotions have shown me the bond that they share, even if they aren't around each other very often. Marcus has a soft spot for the children."
She nodded, her face once again buried in my chest, "I know."
WARNING: Lemon ahead
We lapsed into silence, just holding onto each other as I rocked us, relishing the feel of being wrapped in each other's arms. After several minutes, I began to feel light kisses being peppered over my chest, making their way up over my collarbone and up to my neck. I groaned and pulled shifted us so she was laying on her side pillowed against my shoulder with my body pressed up against hers, wrapping her up as I brought my hand to possess her breast. The thin T-shirt she wore was hardly a barrier and her nipple pebbled against my palm.
(Third person POV)
When he squeezed, his thumb rolling over the hardened tip of her nipple, she had to swallow back a groan. His erection tucked against her bottom, long and stiff. He shifted, turning onto his back and pulling her around to face him. He massaged her breast and slid his other hand down her hip. When his fingers splayed against the waist band of her shorts, she made a little noise. His body stilled against her and she twisted, her gaze colliding with her dark, lust filled eyes.
His gaze was like a caress on her face, his body, lean and fulfilling where it pressed into hers. He held her captive as he stroked his thumb across the nipple, teasing it through her T-shirt, and she lunged into him, meeting his mouth for a kiss that burned through the both of them.
His tongue teased the seam of her lips and she opened for him. Excitement thrilled to every nerve ending as he stroked her hair and down the line of her back. Somehow she sprawled across him, almost grinding against the rigid length of his cock. The kiss broke for a hesitant second. Alertness filled his dark eyes. Alertness, and something far more decadent.
Want.
"Bella," His husky voice wrapped around her name and she sighed, a ribbon of need tightening in her belly from her mate's voice. He stared up at her as his hand left her neck, slid down her spine and dipped below the edge of her shorts. The contact sizzled where his fingertips stroked her skin.
"God, I want you," She breathed the words, fighting the urge to squirm in his arms, ripping his clothes from his body before taking him roughly the way she wanted to. No, she would let him dominate her, she had to learn to be submissive to her mate in some aspects, starting with their sex life.
Her body hummed with every light caress. He palmed her breast, petting it in a slow circular fashion that just ratcheted up the need boiling inside her.
"Damn, that sounded so sexy to hear from your lips." He lifted his head, catching her lower lip in a sucking kiss as he traced the line of her bottom. Flesh against flesh and she wanted more, now. Her knees clamped on his hips and she tried to push herself up, hinting at her desires.
The slow motion only served to intensify the heat between her thighs, the rigid throb of his erection teasing her through their clothes. She knew he took care of his body as a human. She'd seen the hard plane of his stomach, the sparkling smoothness of his shoulders when the sun beat down on him, the fine – almost baby-find – sprinkle of hair that circled his nipples.
Arched above him, she felt his hand slip down to the hem of her shirt. He pushed it up, then his hand caught her breast, his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple, finally touching them skin to skin. She tipped her head back. Raw desire pulsed through her, igniting a liquid heat in her veins that threatened to boil over. He pushed her shirt higher and she watched him staring at her. He studied her breasts as if it were the first time he were seeing them, and it took everything she had not to sit up straighter, arch her back and offer them to him.
Thank God he didn't need the offer. One moment she straddled him and the next she lay on her back, legs wrapped around his hips as his golden head dropped to her chest. His breath warmed one nipple. Her sex clenched and she thrust her fingers into his hair.
All thoughts of domination were evaporated as her body relished letting her mate take control.
"I need you, now. Good God, I want you so badly, Darlin'." His murmured words echoed her own thoughts and then his lips closed over one aching, turgid peak and she gave up any pretense. Her back arched, thrusting the bud into his mouth, and he grazed the sensitive tip with his sharp teeth before latching onto it in a hard suck that pulled at that aching, wanton need to the forefront. His hips ground to hers, teasing her through their clothes with a mock thrust. She stroked her nails down his back, found the hem of his shirt and glided them back up the hard planes of his skin.
The familiar electricity from their mating pumped through them, like summer lightning rippling through their bodies. Somewhere between the first touch of their lips to his on her nipple and their wet kisses tracing a path to the other, her shirt his the floor and so did his. He surged up and caught her mouth in a kiss that demanded as much as he gave. The feel on his chest grazing her breasts sent heat pulsing straight to her sex and she hitched her legs higher, wrapping them around him. His tongue stroked hers, swirling, teasing and tasting. The hot, rich spicy scent of his masculinity filled her, imprinting on her soul. When he slid his hand beneath her waistband, she held her breath.
He lifted his head as two of his fingers glided along the moist lips of her sex and she didn't hide the moan. A possessive smile lifted the corners of his mouth and his dark crimson eyes blackened at the sound of his mate's satisfaction.
"You are so wet," he whispered. The raw declaration sent another flood of heat through her and she pushed her hips up, grinding against those fingers exploring her folds. He cupped her sex in his palm and began a slow back and forth glide against the clit.
Wildness began threading through their bodies and she fisted a hand into his hair and dragged him upward, and he caught her mouth in another kiss as a finger slid inside her. She bucked against his hand, wanting – no, needing – more. Their bodies hummed, their unbeating hearts pulling to the other through their bond as they continued.
He drove her higher, thrusting her over the peak, and pleasure exploded through her. She drifted on the waves of the pleasure he'd given her and she ran her hands up and down his back. She wanted more. She wanted him inside her, filling her, and she rode his hand with a demand of her own without taking control, hinting at what she wanted without words.
Petting her through the orgasm, his kisses grew less feverish. He teased her, nibbling at her lips and tracing a path to her ear. When he latched on to her earlobe, a fresh wave of tension coiled through her. "Jasper…" she exhaled on a whisper, barely able to contain the emotions boiling up inside of her.
"Shh," he soothed, his breath warm on her cool skin as he traced his tongue around the whorls of her ear. His hands continued to pet, to stroke, and when she caught fire again, he caught her clit between his thumb and forefinger. The barest of pressure and she imploded all over again, her head arching back and he covered her mouth with is to swallow her cries of pleasure.
Cool air rushed against her breasts, tightening the nipples. She opened her eyes to find him sitting. He dragged her shorts and panties down and tossed them off the edge of the bed. His own shorts slid off his hips and she lifted up on an elbow, drinking in the glorious sight of her mate.
His cock jutted, thick and full. He reached across her and she dragged her fingers down his chest. She wanted to touch him. His muscles jerked and jumped with every touch and he fumbled with a curse. The light switch fumbled in his hand, falling, and she slithered along him as he chased it. She bit down on his shoulder, his smooth skin salty with a gleam as the sunrise shone through the small openings in the curtains, causing them to sparkle. She found his nipple and swirled her tongue around it, remembering what he did to her and how much she'd liked it.
A low groan vibrated through his chest as he growled. "You're killing me." He laughed, but he didn't pull away as he finally switched off the light. She barely noticed as she taste-tested her way across his chest. His abdominal muscles rippled and she inched lower. One tentative touch of her mouth to his erection and he jerked, pulling away and lunging up to catch her hands. "You do that and I will come in about thirty seconds," he warned, his face tight. His jaw clenched and his crimson eyes were dark with a need she understood only too well.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," she teased, stroking the hard length of him with her palm from balls to tip and back. He hissed out a breath and buried his face against her neck. He bit her, the lightest grazing of his teeth over his mating mark, then he sucked at her skin and a fresh riot of sensations broke over her.
"It is when I want to come inside you." The rawness undid her. The strength of his touch, the naked vulnerability in his words and the passion in his eyes seduced her objections. She lifted her hands in surrender, tipping her chin back and thrusting her breasts toward him.
"Thirty seconds," she advised, a playful grin tipping her lips. "And then all bets are off."
Her unbeating heart hiccupped as his full lips turned in another devastating grin. The ache between her thighs became a demanding pulse. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to skate her fingers over every muscle, explore every twitch, drown in the contact of his skin against hers.
When he settled between her thighs and slid into her inch by glorious inch, a laugh escaped and she caught his shoulders, twined her legs around his hips and squeezed. He thrust into her, stretching her, filling her, and she came apart all over again. Their mouths locked in a duel of tongues as he drove into her over and over again. His hands touched her everywhere as she shaped hers over his taunt buttocks, dragging, encouraging him, driving him deeper. The hum in her mind turned into a full-fledged symphony and this time when she flung off the edge, his shout carried him with her.
(Jasper's POV)
I needed to roll off of her, but every muscle in my body seemed to tremble with the release. My mind pitched between stirring to kiss her again and just lying there, savoring the completeness of our mating with her body nestled against mine.
The soft flesh tasted sweet – the delicate, feminine smell of lilac and strawberry mixed with my own masculine scent filled my nostrils. I inhaled a long, drugging hit of our joined scents and sighed against her, my inner demon growling with satisfaction.
So many things I wanted to do to her – and with her.
A knock on the door rapped reality back into our sensual interlude and I lifted my head, taking in the scent outside the door and glaring at it.
Peter.
"What?" I snapped, and her body clenched around me, my gaze swooping down to her suppressed giggles. The desire in her eyes lightening to amusement and I couldn't help but grin.
"Major, Bella?" Peter cleared his voice, suppressing the amusement his emotions radiated. "Some of the others were wondering what you wanted them to do with the surviving captives from Maria's army."
Bella and I exchanged a glance, understanding ping-ponging between us.
"Bella and I will be down in bout an hour or two to speak with an' interrogate those left alive. For now, keep em guarded and locked in the training arena." I instructed through the closed door.
"Yes, sir!" Peter replied, a smile in his voice as he walked away.
"So, why do you suppose the others elected him to come to ask us?" Bella wondered as she played with one of my curls.
I shrugged, "I reckon they all knew he was the only one ballsy enough to interrupt what we had goin' on here."
She quirked a brow, "And how exactly did they guess what we were doing?"
I looked down, unable to meet her eyes as I admitted, "Sometimes when I'm caught in the moment, I'm unable to maintain control of my gift."
A suppressed giggle erupted from her, causing me to snap my gaze up at her. "Oh, you think that's funny?"
She held her hand up with her fingers about an inch apart. "It's a little funny."
"Oh yeah? I'll show you funny." I pounced as I began tickling her mercilessly.
"Stop! Please!" She erupted into laughter.
"Not a chance!"
We lay curled up, still in bed after another round of love making, me running my fingers through her long tendrils of hair as she drew absentminded patterns on my abdomen.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about before, anyway? You've never said." I reminded her, the thought reappearing in my mind as if providing an excuse to change the subject.
"Oh!" she pulled back, readjusting herself so that she was now straddling me, my knees bent providing a backrest for her to lean back on. My hands rested on her hips as I made little circles over her hipbones. "I wanted to apologize."
My forehead scrunched up in confusion, "Apologize? What ever for?"
She looked down between us as she played with the hem of my t-shirt. "When you'd arrived…I wasn't exactly welcoming or very nice to you."
I shook my head, "You don't need to apologize. I completely understand why you were the way you were towards us when we'd arrived. We'd abandoned you, listening to that Fucktard's lies and reasoning, regardless of whether we'd wanted to or not."
"You didn't want to leave?" Her eyes met mine with uncertainty and hope swirling in her emotions.
"No," I admitted, reaching to cup her jaw. "Even back then I was enamored by you, even if I wouldn't let myself admit it. Not to mention, I knew it wasn't safe. But I was outvoted. I left with the belief that you truly didn't want us in your life anymore." I gritted my teeth at the memory, not able to meet her eyes as I dropped my hand from her cheek.
"Outvoted?" She tilted her head. "You voted?"
"Well, I guess you could call it that." I relented before going on to explain. "Emmett didn't want anything to do with leavin', but was compelled to stay with his mate when Rosalie agreed that it was the best thing to let you live your human life. I'm sure you know why that is by now?" She nodded and I continued. "Alice said that she didn't foresee anything bad happening and that you'd eventually be fine. Esme wasn't thrilled with the prospect, but decided that it was solely Edward's decision. Carlisle wasn't sold on the matter until he was reminded of how many times Edward had moved for everyone else before siding with Esme and her outlook."
I reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear before continuing, "You see, when Edward had returned from dropping you off home the night of your party, I was a mess on the inside, even if I was able to keep my composure on the outside. He told us that we were leaving and that you didn't want us around any more and didn't trust us, mainly me, not to kill you. It hurt me to hear that, but I was feelin' such self-loathin' that the time, I believed me stayin' away from you was the right thing to do. I wanted to take care of that Victoria first, but you know how that turned out when I brought up the issue to the rest of them."
She swallowed thickly, nodding. "I know." Her hand went to her abdomen and a heartbreaking sadness washed over her.
"I'm so sorry, Bella." I said quietly, my voice hoarse with despair as Bella's emotions flowed through me.
"I know you are," she answered. "I think it's time I tell you about how I ended up here in the South."
"I've been curious about that," I said to myself, nodding at her to go on while bracing myself for what I knew was going to be a hard story to listen to, even if it did have a happier ending.
"It started from when I first opened my eyes…"
A/N: So, what did y'all think? Any thoughts on what brought Bella to the south? Or what Nick will decide to do? Will Bella's theory about why Sebastian lost his memories each time her used his gift come true if Nick does bring Didyme back? And how did she die to begin with?
Also, I would like to credit Heather Long's book 'Some Like it Royal' for assisting me with the Lemon ;-)
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