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Chapter 11: Give You My World
"Bella? Is it over, Bella?"
Emmett's voice was shaky and quiet, but it was a symphony to Bella. She looked into his eyes, no longer clear blue but now inky black, and she smiled.
"Yes, baby," she said, stroking his head soothingly, "it's over. I missed you so much." She kissed his lips tenderly.
Sitting up slowly, Emmett carefully scanned the room. "Everything looks so different." He reached out and cupped her face with his hand. "You're even more beautiful, if that's possible. You even feel different."
These moments were the ones she had dreamed of having with the beautiful boy. Watching as Emmett opened his eyes and truly saw her for the first time, she once again mourned the loss of her mate. Still, she was devoted to guiding Emmett through the difficult newborn years, making sure he was the perfect vampire she knew he could be. She would not fail this time.
"I'm so thirsty," he said, gritting his teeth.
Jumping to her feet and walking to the chiffarobe, Bella threw a pair of jeans and a dark blue polo on the bed. "I know, and we're going to take care of that. But first we need to go over some rules."
Emmett stood and began dressing. "Rules? Don't we just go kill some people now."
"Not exactly," she said, laughing as she quickly pulled on her own jeans and shirt. "Not if you don't want to find yourself ripped into pieces by the Volturi."
Hearing a loud deep growl, Bella looked up from lacing her shoes to see Emmett in a full crouch. His eyes were on fire with anger, and his chest continued to rumble as his growl continued. She couldn't understand his sudden defensive stance until she thought back on what she had just said.
"No, baby," she cooed, kneeling in front of him on the floor, "it's okay. It was a joke. The Volturi don't want to hurt us, I promise."
He relaxed slightly, his nose crinkling as he sniffed repeatedly. "I can smell you. You're wet."
"Yeah, that," she said sheepishly. The instant she heard him growl, her insides combusted, and she was working hard to keep her desire under control. She'd forgotten he'd be able to smell her arousal now. "Let's discuss that later. You need to feed now."
Suddenly, she was thrown on her back, Emmett's hulking body pinning her down. "No, we'll discuss it now," he roared, ripping her jeans and panties away from her body.
Before she could open her mouth to protest, he spread her thighs and buried his face between her wet, swollen lips. She was no longer the strong one, and he couldn't yet control his heightened sexual impulses. As she lost herself in the sensation of his tongue on her clit, she hoped he would at least limit his attentions to her and his prey.
Fuck me. Is it possible he's even better at this now?
Relaxing, she began to thrust her hips toward his hungry, demanding mouth. She felt his lips curve into a smile against her, and he slowly pressed two fingers inside her. He sucked her clit as he gently thrust his fingers in and out of her.
"Emmett," she gasped. "You can't hurt me. You don't have to be so careful."
He froze, and she could feel his ragged breath brush over her. Wrapping his arm around her hips, he brought her closer to his mouth. With a growl that vibrated against her sensitive flesh, he began again, biting, sucking, and licking her into a frenzy. As she began to moan loudly, she felt herself stretch when he entered her with a third thick finger. His fingers pounded into her mercilessly, and she arched her back up off the floor, begging him for more. His lips latched onto her clit, sucking hard until she finally felt every cell in her body vibrate then explode. Her slick walls clenched his fingers, and he moved them slowly until she was finished. Leaving her empty, he licked her clean, and, in her post-orgasmic haze, she could hear him sucking his fingers greedily.
"So good," he muttered. "You taste so good."
Lying on the floor clad only in a t-shirt and shoes, Bella felt completely ridiculous. "Emmett, take off my shoes, please."
Emmett grabbed each foot in turn, taking off her shoe and passing his strong tongue over her sole. Bella knew she was going to have her hands full, not only with her oversexed newborn vampire but her own reaction to his attention. She hoped he'd be able to bed his prey soon, because they'd never leave the loft if she was his only outlet.
"Emmett!" she yelled, yanking her foot from his grasp. "We need to talk before we hunt, and we can't do that with my toes in your mouth."
Crawling toward her, he winked at her. "Can we do it while I fuck you?"
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "No, we can't talk while you fuck me, Emmett." She bit her lip, trying not to laugh at his pouting face. "But, if you're a good boy, if you pay attention and do what I say, we'll revisit the issue when we get home."
He sat back on his heels, seemingly placated. "Okay, Bella. I'm sorry. I mean, I've always wanted to...um...fuck you senseless. I just can't seem to control myself very well right now."
"It's okay," she said as she retrieved more panties and jeans to wear. "But you can't go around ripping up all my clothes. That was my favorite pair of jeans."
She could feel him watching her intently as she dressed. She remembered the first time she could see and hear with her new senses. Everything was so detailed. He would hear the cotton and denim of her clothes brush across her skin. Even in the dark room, he would see every detail of her body, practically distinguishing the individual hairs on her head. Most importantly, he would be attuned to every slight scent, which would serve him well during the hunt. He was now able to smell fear, anger, and lust, and, although lust seemed to be his current favorite, he would learn that fear and anger could also be delicious.
Taking his hand, she led him into the living room and pushed him down on the couch. "Emmett, as I said, there are rules you must follow," Bella began, pacing back and forth. "These rules will allow you to hunt inconspicuously, which not only protects our secret but protects you from punishment by the Volturi. They are the rules I have existed by for almost two hundred years, and, while you are with me, you must abide by them as well."
"You know I am never leaving you." Emmett smiled, but his gaze was serious and piercing.
Bella sighed. "Yes, I know, but you still need to follow my rules, okay?" She waited for Emmett to nod and wave her on, then she began.
"Number one: we don't kill children.
"Number two: we don't kill children."
Emmett guffawed. "What is this? Fight Club?"
Bella glared at him. "Very funny. The sooner you let me get through these, the sooner you can quench that thirst of yours.
"Number three: Don't allow them to scream. At least one good Samaritan will come investigate, and you'll have to kill two people.
"Number four: Don't prolong the agony. There's no need to be cruel, but don't beat yourself up if you have to be mean. It is sometime unavoidable.
"Last but not least, number five: Don't leave the body in any worse condition than necessary. There's no need to be disrespectful if you can help it, and leaving mutilated bodies lying around attracts attention."
Emmett's studious attention was tenuous at best, and, when Bella paused to make sure he understood, he was immediately on his feet. "Time to hunt now?"
Bella stifled a chuckle, knowing it would just encourage him. "Yes, now that we're clear on the rules, we can hunt." Walking over to the kitchen counter, she picked up a worn, white business card, turning over in her hand. "I've planned a special hunt for you, Emmett."
~*~
Standing in front of the nondescript brownstone, Emmett looked down at Bella, confusion across his face. She waited to see if his heightened senses would tell him where he was.
Emmett breathed deeply, and his eyes widened in recognition. "Wow, she's my first kill?" His nose crinkled in disgust. "Please tell me I don't have to fuck her."
Bella shook her head and giggled. "You don't have to fuck anyone you don't want to, Emmett. But if you fuck her, I'll rip your dick off." Her laugh was sinister, and she saw Emmett shudder in response. "Sorry, little boy," she cooed, threading her fingers through his, "I didn't mean to scare you."
"Whatever," he said, feigning coolness. "I'm thirsty. Can we just kill her now, please?"
During their short trip, Emmett discovered countless things about his new body: its unlimited strength, its speed, its indestructibility. Bella explained what they would do here, and Emmett seemed to understand. She worried he would not be able to maintain the cold detachment he would need to kill successfully on the first try, and she was prepared to take down the woman herself and feed him if necessary. In order to show him, to explain to him what he must do, the woman would be aware and afraid. Bella couldn't possibly care less.
As Emmett rang the doorbell, Bella stood behind him, hidden by his massive frame. When they heard the footsteps approach the door, she rested her hand on his shoulder, and she could feel his muscles ripple underneath his skin. The door swung open, and, before the prey could utter a sound, Emmett rushed inside, grabbing her by the neck and pinning her to the nearest wall. Bella followed quickly, shutting the door behind them.
The prey kicked her feet wildly until Emmett grabbed them with his free hand. She attempted to scratch him, but her fingernails broke against his flesh without doing any damage. Her eyes, wide and filled with fear, finally rested on Bella.
"Hello, Renee," Bella purred. "I know you remember Emmett here, but I do so hope you remember me, too." Grabbing Renee's skirt, Bella ripped it away. "You disrespected me, Renee. You see, Emmett belongs to me, and you put your filthy hands on him." Bella nodded at Emmett, who tore Renee's blouse from her torso. "Now, you get to find out exactly what Emmett can do to you."
Looking at Emmett, Bella no longer saw the eager, innocent human he once was. Instead, she saw the newly-born vampire, licking his lips in anticipation of his first meal. Pushing away nightmares of her beautiful boy's first hunt, alone and scared, she concentrated on this new creature she created. He was strong, he was beautiful, he was...hard.
"Emmett," Bella said, her voice icy, "you cannot fuck her. I will not allow it."
Still pinning a terrified Renee to the wall, Emmett grabbed Bella's hand and pressed it against himself. "Not her. You."
Bella stroked him briefly, for Renee's benefit as much as his. "See, whore, he belongs to me." Turning back toward Renee, Bella ran her hand over Renee's thighs, which quivered at the cool touch. "There are the femoral arteries in the thighs, Emmett. When you find a nice, clean girl, you can bite her there."
"Yes, but she's not clean," Emmett said in a thick, husky voice. "Where should I bite her?"
"Do you feel her pulse against the hand you have wrapped around her throat? Remember where I bit you? That's where you can bite her, baby."
Emmett released Renee, allowing her to fall to the floor, only to snatch her back up and pull her into his chest facing Bella. Just as Bella instructed, he clamped his hand over Renee's mouth, but not before one tiny word escaped her lips.
"Why?"
Bella walked over to their prey, placing her lips against the shivering woman's ear. "In my entire existence, I only ever truly wanted to kill one person. If she had not abandoned me, set in motion the events that ensured I'd be unmarried and unprotected in that meadow, I would be in my grave right now. And, since my mother is already dead, I figure killing the whore that reminds me of her would be the next best thing."
Taking a step back, Bella watched as Emmett pulled Renee's head to the side and sunk his teeth deep into the woman's neck. She talked him through his first gulps, explaining how best to suck the gushing blood from the body. She had not fed since the day she turned him, and Bella was thirsty, too. Knowing Emmett would need much more blood, especially in his first days, she waited until the body was almost drained before she grabbed the woman's arm, biting into her wrist and drinking a few large swallows to tide her over another day. Renee's body shook until the end, and, once he could no longer pull blood from her, Emmett threw her body down the hall behind him.
Standing with his eyes closed, Emmett was silent. Blood was spattered on his shirt, and a crimson stream of blood ran from his lips over his chin and down his neck. Unable to stop herself, Bella came to him and, standing on her tiptoes, licked the blood from his face and neck. When he was clean, she shook his head until he opened his eyes.
They were the most beautiful burgundy she'd ever seen.
"Let's go home, Emmett."
~*~
As soon as they walked into the loft, Emmett threw Bella over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. Tossing her onto the bed, he stood over her and quickly undressed. His cock stood out from his body, and he slowly stroked himself as he watched her. "You said if I was a good boy, we'd revisit the fucking issue."
Bella was mesmerized by the motions he made as he pleasured himself. Aro had warned her to set limits with Emmett, to establish that this was not the relationship they were meant to have. But Aro had his mate; he didn't understand the incredible loneliness Bella felt since losing the beautiful boy. The beautiful boy...Edward...was dead, and she lived. Emmett lived. Emmett lived to please her. When Emmett was inside her, she didn't feel so empty.
Still, Bella fought with herself to do what Aro asked. "Emmett, Aro says..."
Jumping onto the bed to straddle her hips, Emmett growled as he wrapped her hesitant hands around his cock. "I don't give a fuck what Aro says. I'm not confused, and I'm not a child! I am under no misconception that we are mates, and I will not allow someone thousands of miles away who doesn't know me or understand how I feel about you to dictate what we do together." Emmett's head lolled back, and he moaned as Bella began to stroke him despite herself. "You want this as much as I do, Bella. You want to feel good. Let me do that for you."
Rubbing her thumb over the drops of precum oozing from his head, Bella chuckled darkly. "It was never just good, Emmett."
Pulling the hem of her shirt free from her jeans, he ripped it open, and immediately began massaging her breasts over her bra. "Please tell me you weren't attached to that shirt."
"The only thing I'm attached to right now, Emmett, is the idea of you inside me."
Laughing Emmett stood, pulling Bella up with him. His anger subsiding, he undressed Bella slowly, running his large, soft hands over every inch of her cool skin. He paid special attention to her taut nipples, pinching and pulling them gently before falling to his knees to lave them with dripping swipes of his tongue. Grasping his hair to pull him closer into her, her knees buckled as she felt his fingers glide through the wetness between her thighs and slip into her. Thrusting his fingers, he circled her clit with his thumb, bringing her to edge of her orgasm before pulling away.
Standing, Emmett wrapped his arms tightly around Bella, lowering his lips to meet hers. Languid and wet, the kiss was lips and teeth and tongue, and it conveyed much more than the simple joining of their bodies. Everything they meant to each other flowed between them.
Finally breaking the kiss, Emmett sat cross-legged in the center of the bed, lifting Bella and entering her slowly as he lowered her into his lap facing him. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, and they began to gently rock together. The slow build of their lovemaking was the sweetest torture, and their cries and moans filled the room as he thrust into her deeper and deeper. Wound around each other, Bella wasn't sure where she stopped and Emmett began. Closing her eyes, she tried not to think about the beautiful boy and how they would have made love the first time after he woke, how he would have felt moving inside her. She brought her mind, body, and heart back to Emmett and gave them all to him willingly.
Soon, she was back to the edge, ready to fall. Emmett's body was tensing, and she knew he was close, too. "Baby, please," she pleaded, "come with me."
Throwing her head back and closing her eyes, she waited for his reply.
Grabbing her hips and pushing them down roughly, Emmett screamed. "Yes, Bella...oh, God, yes!"
Feeling him explode inside her, she fell. Her body, convulsing in pleasure, felt weightless. Her soul felt weightless. Her heart felt weightless.
Raising her head and opening her eyes, she found Emmett's warm, loving smile. Hugging him closer, her gaze fell on the window...on the face in the window.
Gasping, she scrambled off Emmett's lap. She grabbed the flat sheet off the bed, and, wrapping it around her naked body, she stumbled over to the window. Staring mournfully for several seconds, she placed her right hand flat against the cold glass.
"My champion."