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"There! Did you feel it kick?" I swear there was a gentle swell in my belly. "I feel so fucking nauseous. Do you have a baggie of blood or something?"

Still bare-assed naked, I curled into a fetal ball around an Egyptian cotton cased pillow. Edward was wearing clothes but they were utterly ridiculous: tan cotton Dockers, a white-collared shirt and a green sweater over top. He was a parody of a Gap ad. Oh, well. At least it wasn't a sleeveless, button-down shirt. Who the fuck would wear one of those? Look, I could believe in vampires, but I refused to believe in a universe where vampires dressed in polo-style wife-beaters.

"Bella..." His voice was exasperated. "Stop it."

"No." Wasn't it a cardinal rule not to fuck with a pregnant woman? "I'm very hormonal right now and I must be obeyed."

"Fine," he acquiesced. "You want some blood, you say?"

"Yes," I insisted.

"Carlisle keeps a fridge of donor blood for guests. O-positive or AB-negative?"

"Um..." What did she drink in Breaking Dawn? Okay, the blood was there in case she needed a transfusion. Was the O-type a universal donor or recipient? "AB, I think."

"Are you sure, Bella? That's awfully wasteful. It's like wine, you realize. AB-negative is the rarest of blood types."

"Okay, I'll have the O-positive-"

"Not that I would deny you the heaven that is AB-negative. I'll bring both, shall I? You can have your pick?" His expression was unreadable but my senses were heightened from having his demon seed planted in my uterus.

"Are you messing with me, Edward?"

"Completely," he smiled.

I drew a wad of saliva from under my tongue and spat it at him. He wiped it from his face and licked his hand.

"You get off on my spit, you sick bastard." That shit was messed-up! His answering grin confirmed my suspicions. He lowered his face to abdomen, using my pubic bone as a chin rest.

"I. Get. Off. On..." He kissed a line up my stomach after each word. "All. Of. You."

"I'm pregnant," I insisted, pulling him up to meet my face. He drew his tongue across my mouth and I wrapped my legs around his hips, rubbing my pussy against the bulge in his khakis. The throbbing ache that started inside my sex, now burned through my veins like a wildfire.

"You're not. Be a good girl and stop talking nonsense." His hand rubbed me in the exact spot I craved. I bore down with a moan and felt a fresh discharge of fluid pour out of my cunt and onto his fingers.

"But, I'm nauseated." I think I was...wasn't I?

"Morphine. Not spontaneous pregnancy."

"I'm craving blood," I insisted, somewhat distracted by the wondrous friction of his knuckle against my clit.

"Are you, now?" he challenged. "Shall I get you a cup? Are you ready to commit your first vampiric act?" I was about to argue, however the hand that was bringing me so much pleasure was suddenly gone. My own took its place instantly, ready and willing to take over the tedious task of bringing me to orgasm but he captured it and brought it to his belt. Gladly, I undid the pants that I hated so much. To my utter delight, he had on leopard print briefs. His rock-hard cock was no match for the thin silk and his head burst through the elastic, all sparkly and shit.

"Woah! What's with the pretty panties?"

"I thought you'd approve. I guess, you could say you bring out the Edward Flanagan in me." I didn't have the heart to tell him the wide grin on my face was at his expense. The underwear was hilarious as all fuck!

"Take them off. " I giggled maniacally.

He did that super-speed thing and was instantly naked. He stroked his length and graced himself with a couple of firm pumps, before taking his palm to my dripping cunt.

"Which Bella wants to fuck me?"

"Flanagan."

"Excellent. Ride my cock, you dirty slut."

-({})-

The room was dark when I awoke and disorientation had claimed me. "Edward," I muttered, groping in the dark for him. The space beside me on the bed was vacant, save for two envelopes. Shit, where the fuck was my phone? It was so convenient for offering a little light when I needed it.

A string of obscenities that would make Eminem blush tore through my lips, when I accidentally put my weight on the injured arm to get out of bed. By the time I managed to fight my way to the light switch on the wall, my eyes were already starting to adjust to the dark.

My iPhone was charging on the one shelf I had not destroyed. My cold heart shuddered slightly in my chest. Edward had found a USB to charge my phone with? That was the sweetest fucking gesture. Shit, maybe I would blow him once I figured out where he was.

On the front of each envelope my name was written in the most elegant cursive; one for Bella Swan, one for Bella Flanagan. I opened the one for Flanagan.

Mistress Flanagan,

I am at your mercy and expect a good flogging upon my return, however I needed to hunt. Take care of my cock. I left it with you.

-({})-

After showering, I decided to explore the rest of the house to keep myself occupied until Edward returned. My phone beeped impatiently in my pocket and I didn't want to look at the messages. Already, I knew who they would be from.

Alice's room held the most fascination for me due to the wardrobe. It was exquisite! She had her own dressing room, fully stocked with the latest and best of absolutely everything! I chose a pair of Seven jeans that made my perky little ass look tight and irresistible. The shirt took me much longer to decide on. I grabbed a green Versace sleeveless chemise, but fell head over heels in love with a pair of Christian Louboutin crepe satin, pink pumps. The top was instantly discarded for a rose-coloured silk blouse that showcased the shoes perfectly.

"Bella?" I spun around and was faced with a blond vampire.

"Hey," I said. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Jasper." He kept a distance from me as he spoke.

"You look nothing like Jackson Rathborne. He's fuck-hot," I explained.

"I apologize."

"You also don't speak with a southern drawl." There was an accusation in my tone and I wasn't sure why. I just hate it when characters from a book don't live up to my expectations.

"I'm from Texas," he said politely. "We don't drawl. That's more Georgia."

"Okay. So, um...no calling me Darlin' then?"

"I'm afraid not."

I folded the shirts that I had tried on and put them back in their rightful places. Suddenly, I became aware of Jasper sniffing my wounded arm.

"May I help you?"

"I'm sorry, Bella." Jasper was fighting against something but I wasn't sure what. His eyes were black and bottomless.

"Oh, fuck no!" I made a cross with my fingers and backed up against the wardrobe wall. He looked like a shark, so I said, "Bella is friend, not food!"

"I'm sorry, Bella," he repeated shamefully. "I can't help it. You caught me by surprise and I haven't hunted yet."

I screamed, but the sound was cut short.

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