"Bella!" Peter called out from the water, holding onto his surfing board. I sat up from my towel, seeing him waving me out. "Come on!" He shouted and I smiled, standing up quickly as my feet touched the hot sand, making my way down to the shore. The cold water drifted over my feet and for a second I hesitated. "Oh come on! Don't be a baby!" He laughed and I narrowed my eyes at him, pulling off my jean shorts and tank top to reveal my teal bikini. I stepped in cautiously, the crystal clear water allowing me to see straight down to the sand.
I had finally pushed through the waves, the water warming around me as I got used to its temperature. I turned around, looking back to the beach to see how far I had gone. The water was up to my chin, and I turned around just as I heard a splash.
"Peter?" He was no where in sight, his board floating alone towards the shore. "Peter, this isn't funny. I'm about to go back up." I challenged.
I dropped instantly into the water, something pulling me by the ankle and down. I couldn't scream fast enough, my legs kicking as I hit the surface. Peter breached in front of me, laughing as his sandy blonde hair dripped in his face.
"That's not funny!" I screamed, splashing him in the face.
"The hell it was." He laughed, smiling as he came closer to me. I jumped forward, my arms coming down on his head to dunk him under. As he went under the water, he grabbed my waist, causing me to squeal. He pushed me up and threw me nearly a couple of feet away. I hit the water and laughed, feeling his arms grab me again.
"Stop!" I giggled, his body turning me around and around. "Peter your going to make me sick to my stomach!" He stopped abruptly and laughed pulling me away.
"I think this is the first time I ever got you out in the ocean." He told me with a raised brow. "That's sad, Bell. You live in Hawaii."
"I'm not a big swimmer." I challenged, splashing water in his face.
"That's no excuse." He snorted.
"Well I'm here now." I said and he smirked.
"That you are." He went under and before I could swim away he grabbed me again, throwing me towards the shore. We continued this for a good hour, laughing and playing just like we always did.
It had been over a month since I had last seen Edward and during that time he gave me mixed signals. I never knew what to expect with him. He was either harsh and cold or tender and comforting. It made me uneasy to be around him; therefore I spent as much time as I possibly could outside when he was around.
And it wasn't very difficult considering I was always outside with Peter who did nothing but spend his time on the beach or in the forests. He always told me if he could live in the water, he would and I didn't doubt him for a second. He was either surfing, scuba diving, swimming or just looking through the reefs. He may be young, but he knew a lot and I always loved to explore with him just to hear his words of wisdom.
By the time we got out of the water it was nearing dusk, the most dangerous time you could possibly be in the ocean, he had once told me.
"Sharks feed right on the sand bar." He told me as we hit the shore. "If you're out there past six, prepare to get bitten." He said, causing me to shudder. I grabbed my things, hearing as storm clouds rolled out from the bays. With his surfboard in one hand and the umbrella in the other, we headed to the shed, sliding the door open and setting our things inside. Before I stepped out, though, Peter had closed the door, smirking as he turned on the small gas lamp that hung from the hook.
He grabbed a hold of my waist, bringing me closer to him as I felt my breathing hitch.
It had been a little over two weeks since I lost my virginity to Peter.
It wasn't planned. He didn't come on to me. We had been sitting on the beach one night, staring at the stars. He was telling me about his mom who had passed when he was six, his voice quivering whenever he said her name. I turned to him, running my fingers up and down his arm to help soothe him.
I initiated it.
I kissed him.
I took off his shirt.
I let him take off mine.
It wasn't perfect by far. Of course, it was my first time. It was expected to hurt. But Peter was slow and tender. That made it better for me. He didn't send me off into my room after we were done on the beach either. He snuck me into his room and we took a shower together before falling asleep in each others arms.
It was a good night.
I figured that if I was forced to be a donor, I might as well enjoy what I can.
"Peter…" I laughed, feeling him kiss and bite my neck. "Seriously? In the shed?"
"Why not? It's secluded. We are alone." I felt his warm hand go down my front, pressing against my covered hot center. I let out a throaty moan and gave into him.
He propped me up onto the metal table, gently pushing my bikini bottoms down. He touched all over, causing me to cling onto him as I felt him enter me. It hurt at first, but the faster he went, the faster the pain dissipated into pleasure.
He kissed me tightly, thrusting in again and again as I moaned out his name, my nails digging into his skin. He came first and then helps me to mine afterwards. I bit my lip, feeling salted and sated as he helped me off the metal table, dressing me up back into my bikini. I pulled on my shorts and tank top and grabbed his hand, smiling as I reached up on my tip toes to kiss his lips.
We walked into the back door and into the kitchen, nuzzling each other just before Paul called out to Peter.
"Peter, we have company tonight." Paul said, obviously frustrated, handing Peter a plate of calamari. Peter was stunned for a moment but he had picked up his posture.
"I thought that was tomorrow?" He asked as I sat back.
"Well apparently Miss. Victoria decided to reschedule for tonight and Chef Sam won't be back in town till tomorrow. Please take these out to the table. I had to whip this out as fast as I could. Then go make yourself presentable." I looked to Peter who was still in nothing but his surf shorts and before he left, I grabbed the plate from him.
"Go ahead and go get dressed. I'll take this out." I told him and he smiled at me sincerely, murmuring a thank you. I nodded and turned around, stepping into the dining area.
The room was flooded with people. People I did not know. They were all humans, all sitting around the table as Victoria sat at the edge of it, laughing at some tall dark-skinned man who touched the sequins of her silver dress, just above her breasts.
I had suddenly felt very underdressed.
I weaved through people who looked at me hesitantly and set the plate of calamari on the table. A gasp caught my attention and I looked up to see Victoria covering her mouth, glaring down at me and my outfit. I stepped back, noticing a pair of red eyes staring at me from across the room. He sat in a chair near the fireplace, a blue eyed blonde sitting on his lap as he his lips skimmed her shoulder, but his eyes were on me.
Edward said nothing and I stepped out, walking into the kitchen.
I knew I had minutes to flee before Victoria came in after me and I quickly ducked behind the table, heading for the stairs.
"Oh no, you don't…" Victoria came from the other side door, quickly blocking my exit. I stepped back, feeling as my heart stuttered. "How dare you come out and serve my guests like that. Looking thoroughly fucked."
I felt my cheeks go red and I wondered how she had known.
"Maybe next time you ought to be a quieter, you little slut." She shrugged with a smirk. "I'm almost positive Edward did not bring you here to fuck his house keeper's son."
"Victoria, I let her out it was my…" Paul was interrupted by Victoria's hand.
"Who do you think you are?" She growled, stepping closer to me.
"Do not touch me." I warned under my breath, prepared to fight back if I had to.
"I can do whatever I please to you. You are nothing but the dirt below my feet. You are just a donor. A little pathetic slave." She hissed out as all the blood rushed to my head. I snapped, pushing her forward and back against the wall. Victoria's eyes widened as her hands reached out, scratching at my cheek. I smelt the blood before I felt it and I quickly pushed her down against the stairs where her head hit the railing.
"You bitch!" She screamed just as Peter came down the stairs, eyes widened. He distracted me, Victoria up with claws out. I covered my eyes, waiting for the hit but nothing came. "No… Please… Stop…" She called out and I opened my eyes to see her in the corner, a body in front of her and holding her wrists.
I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was whispering. And he was not happy.
He let go of her wrist, the clear bruises staining her skin from his grip as she limped away. Peter came to me, grabbing my face to inspect the cut but I was staring at Edward who looked to me with harsh eyes.
"Peter." Edward said lowly. Peter turned to him, hesitantly grabbing my arm. "Go." He said and Peter looked back to me with saddened eyes. I nodded my head to him and he reluctantly left out to the back door.
"Sir… I am so sorry… This is all my fault." Paul said, but Edward shushed him, ordering him away as well.
I stood alone in the kitchen with the monster, my eyes on the floor as I felt his presence now directly in front of me. I looked up, seeing his red eyes dilating as he stared at my cheek. He touched it, the redness of my blood staining the tips of my fingers. He looked down to me; his face soft as I felt is cold hand against my arm, tenderly rubbing it.
"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"
To answer some questions... No Victoria is not Edward's mate. The mating scars will be explained more in future chapters. Hoped you all enjoyed. Sorry for not updating yesterday, had a pretty busy day. Go ahead a leave some love, tell me what you think so far.
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