Author's Note: WARNING. This fic has rape, abuse, violence, sex, and language. Also MPreg. There will be a male getting pregnant in this story. So if it isn't your thing, just move along, but I do recommend you give it a chance; I myself am quite excited about this story. :] There will also be major disregard for the rules of science (obviously) and Stephanie Meyer. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Threefold

Chapter Eight

"Jacob…" His voice was calling to me, of course. Eyes black and wide with lust as he advanced on me. This was a continuation of my little fantasy before - before I was so rudely interrupted…Edward had just finished his feeding. Blood ran down from his lips and coated his chin and jaw in a light sheen that glowed crimson against his pale skin. His shirt was torn from where the animal had landed a lucky blow, ripping the jet black fabric with ease, but leaving his diamond shell unmarred. His tone was dark, beautiful, and sex just seemed to ooze out of his every pore. He looked every bit how I imagined an Incubus would look…but better. Because he was real, and right in front of me.

With ease his body moulded to mine, pinning me against the rough bark of an old tree. The coming winter had stripped it of its leaves, the last few that were still holding on were golden and brown and red; they looked like his hair.

He laughed a little bit at my musings, his lips parting to flash me a dazzling smile, and his teeth were untouched by the blood, venom in his mouth having destroyed it all already. I reached one of my hands to his cheek and he leaned into my touch. The action reminded me so much of a wolf - it was affectionate and canine. My Wolf sighed a little in my mind, relaxed around his mate.

I was enjoying this serenity, instead of the normal frenzy that accompanied Edward in my dreams. Sometimes I was torn between fucking him and fighting him…but it was a moment like this, however much of it I was imagining, that just made me want him. Not as just a mate, but a friend, a lover. Closer to me than any of my Wolf brothers.

He smiled a little bit, nuzzling into my hand, and I became aware of a small sound escaping him; felt more than heard as a rumbling in his chest. It took me a second to realize that I had Edward purring. What a beautiful sound…so feline and yet I wasn't repulsed by it. Should that surprise me anymore? His scent called to me instead of making me want to leave it; his icy skin felt nice and smooth against mine; I loved the difference in body temperature now, rather than let it remind me of just how different we were.

"But we are different," he replied to my thoughts, his voice forlorn as he sighed, taking his hand and entwining his fingers through those on my free hand, lifting them up between us. The stark contrast of his pale, chill skin against my warm tan just served as more of a visual reminder that we were from two completely different settings, backgrounds, hell even times. Edward was born over a century ago, and should have died at seventeen. But he didn't…he was alive and he was here with me, and if it weren't for him things would be so, so different…I could hardly imagine it. Without a word he pushed our hands forward, twisting his so that my palm landed just above my heartbeat, his own grip keeping it there. "We are different," he repeated, this time more harshly. There was a chill in his tone I'd only ever heard once or twice before; once, where he was defending Bella when I'd come to confront her because I thought that when she was gone for those three days - in Italy, to save him - I had thought he'd changed her, and was calling me unstable, unpredictable. Dangerous.

"That doesn't matter," I replied, a little embarrassed to find myself breathless, and he smirked a little bit; that famous, arrogant, crooked smile of his. His eyes had gone from their normal black, because of his hunting, to a much brighter gold as the blood began to make its way through his system, ready to sustain him for another week or so.

He shook his head at me. "It does, Jacob. I don't belong in your world, nor you in mine. You're not good for me."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing; what he was telling me. I wasn't good for him? But of course. After all what had I done to him just earlier that day? Almost raped him, which could have caused so many complications my head got dizzy from thinking about it. Since then, when I'd completely broken down with my Wolf trying to control my mind, the two of us had reached a tentative balance; I would no longer ignore his wishes, and he would no longer threaten me, and still he would give me his shape, his voice and his Alpha status. So far, it had been going well…but an Alpha didn't take to his Bitch rejecting him. Not at all.

"I have Bella," Edward continued, either ignoring my internal ramble, or not listening at all. "And I have my family, and I love them all too much to go mess it up by fucking around with a shape shifter; my natural enemy and not the person I first fell in love with, the person I married. I cannot keep seeing you, not at all, and I would appreciate it if you kept all your lovesick puppy feelings to yourself." By now his voice had lowered to a hiss, his grip around my hand almost painful, and he put more pressure on it, so it felt like I couldn't breathe. The feeling was eerily similar to when Carlisle had first found me; like suffocating.

When I was silent, I saw something flash through his eyes. And it wasn't triumph. It wasn't satisfaction and it sure as hell wasn't happiness. He was in pain, but why? Why was my silence hurting him? I didn't want to hurt him, even if just seconds ago he was telling me he wanted nothing to do with me. And he wasn't physically pulling away; I could still feel every inch of him pressed against me. It was like he didn't want to go; like he was forcing himself away.

Isn't this the same cock-and-bull shit he tried to pull with Bella?

Nice try, leech.

And as soon as I thought it, there was a hint of a smile on his face. "Jacob, I really can't. I'm married to Bella. I've made a commitment to her and I'm not going back on that; it's not what I am."

"The hell it's not!" I growled, finally finding the ability to speak. Within a second I had our positions reversed; I used the hold on his head to direct him, all but slamming him into the tree that he had backed me against. My Wolf was pissed, that his mate would try such deception on him! To make him think that Edward was leaving, was telling us to stay away…it made me see red.

I couldn't control myself, I couldn't stop myself. Hell, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to; I had to make him mine, to make him see just how much we fit together, belonged together, when he refused to see it. My Alpha was in full agreement with me; make the Bitch learn. Make him pay. His clothes, already ripped and bloody from his hunt came away with ease; almost too much, and I had phased as soon as I saw him, so there was no problem for me in that area. How hadn't I noticed before? Screw that; I'm just glad my dream knows when to be convenient.

"Jacob, stop! Please!" His desperate cries fell on deaf ears, but it had to make me question; surely, if I loved him as much as I claimed to - as much as my Wolf claimed to - I wouldn't be able to perform such a vile act on him…It was like a breach in trust, an unforgivable sin that I would most definitely be thrown out of the Pack for, Alpha or not. "I can't!"

Not 'You can't', but 'I can't'. He fucking wanted this! I know he did! I needed to give him an excuse…this was me being what my mate needed me to be, just as with all Wolf bindings. With our Pack members were we brothers; with Imprints we were friends, lovers, protectors; with Edward, I was a release.

I could give him that.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you love her!" I demanded, keeping my grip on his head, which had shifted to knot in his thick hair. He was silent, staring up into my eyes, pupils wide and black and lips parted while he panted. He didn't even need to.

He was fucking shaking, and then he bit his lip, a small whimper escaping him when I began to pull away. I knew then that I had my answer.

He wanted this; he wanted me. And now…I was giving him what he desired. Because that's how I roll.

I had next-to-no clue about what to do, but I found that my Wolf supposedly did; he was shouting instructions at me, and if I gave over my own consciousness to him I'm sure he would guide us through no problem. But I was afraid of hurting Edward; my Wolf might be too rough, or Edward might disobey him and anger him. I didn't want that happening.

"Nothing is going to happen." Holy crap…they had spoken in unison. That was creepy. "Let go, Jacob." And so I did; it was remarkably easy to do so. It kinda felt like phasing, but less painful. When we changed into our Wolf forms we were stealing from the animal, to give us its shape…but now…it was simply as though he had stepped forward of his own free will. Instead of giving me his shape, I was lending mine.

Playtime, he growled inside my head, and I was horrified to find I'd spoken it aloud. Edward shivered at the sheer possessiveness lacing my - his - tone. I didn't even know anymore where one consciousness ended and the other began. It was such a weird feeling, but I found I enjoyed it. It made me feel powerful. In control.

Without hesitation, I smeared some of the blood from his neck and chin onto my fingers. He tilted his head away from me, lending more of his neck. I liked that; the submission that came with his posture, offering the most vulnerable part of him for me to inflict pain upon if I chose to. He shuddered violently as my fingers traced along the pale silver line that was the scar that had changed him, throwing his head back and gasping. Fuck I loved the sounds he made; I would have to commit them all to memory.

Although, I suppose I have all the time in the world to learn them. Neither of us were going to die soon.

Isn't that a thought…Together Forever. And I didn't even need to get bitten. Au Naturals and all that. Something to remember for next time.

He was panting by the time I drew my hand away from his neck, having decided to tease his scar just a little more; I found I liked getting such a strong reaction out of him. So did my Wolf…We both did. Was that a vampire thing - reacting to the scar - or just an Incubus thing? Or was it just an Edward thing?

"It's an…Incubus…thing," he ground out. It looked like it was taking all of his effort to just speak. Holy hell…what a reaction. When he finally opened his eyes to me, they were black again, darker than I'd ever seen them. And hungry…It reminded me of a feral newborn, who hadn't eaten in far too long. I could guess what he was about to do before he did it, and so I was prepared for the sharp pain in my neck, less than an inch away from my jugular. He sank his teeth down through my skin until I felt his lips close around the bite, and the rushing sensation as he began to suck. I had never felt anything so intense in my life. It wasn't exactly pleasurable…well it was, but not in the same way. It's hard to explain, like my response to being bitten; I fucking slammed him against the tree, unable to control my arousal as I ground into him, feeling his marble body curving to fit my shape around him. He was so cold, but it felt amazing to my inflamed skin.

Just as I was starting to feel weak, my frenzied grinding calming a little against his bare body, only then did he remove his teeth from me. There was a pleasant sting where he lapped a little at the wound, licking the last remaining droplets from around his mark before allowing it to seal up; an effect of being a shape shifter. I knew there would be a mark there for a very long time, and that didn't bother me in the slightest.

He leaned back away from me, his breathing laboured just as mine was, his eyes closed, lips parted. He was a much cleaner eater with me than with the animal he had killed; not a trace of new blood lingered on his skin. But there was still some left over, drying slowly on his neck and I leaned down to lick a little bit at it.

He froze beneath me, and when he spoke he was breathless; "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I wanted to see what all the fuss was about," I answered with a small smirk, continuing to lick up the leftovers of his meal. My Wolf, naturally being a carnivore, didn't mind the taste of blood, and the human side of me, which would have been repulsed at what I was doing, merely focused instead on the taste of Edward that lingered underneath; white beneath crimson. Not bad…at all.

"…And?" he replied, and I felt his hips arch a little bit into mine, our erections sliding together, and I had to bite back my moan. It was a good thing to know he was as fucking turned on by this as I was.

"And I think you've got it right on," I said once I had mastered the art of speaking again. "But…" I paused, trailing my nose along his collarbone and taking a deep inhale of his scent; he smelled delicious, like the forest and like blood, like a hunter, a killer, and most of all he smelled like sex. His scent was akin to a female in heat, dark and heady and musky and so fucking hot. "I don't think the kill would taste nearly as good as you…" By that time, I had come with my lips resting against his, and without a second thought I closed the minute distance, my Wolf pleased that he immediately opened his mouth in response. He tasted…like heaven. That's the only way I can describe it, cheesy as it sounds. His smell was nothing compared to his taste; I would have traveled all over the world, searched every corner of it if I knew such an experience existed…He moaned lightly, his tongue darting into my mouth to mimic the timing of my grinding hips, which had started up again the moment our lips met. He tasted like blood and venom, and it was all I could do not to devour him right there.

"Oh…God…Jacob…Fuck!" He cried out when my wandering hands began to explore his body, one of them trailing along the defined lines of the muscles in his chest - not majorly ripped, like I was, but most definitely there. I could tell how much strength he carried in his body, and was pleased to know that it didn't equal mine.

"That's the idea," I replied with a smirk, which made him growl in annoyance.

"Shut the fuck up before I…" I didn't answer, waiting for him to finish his threat, and so he rolled his eyes. "Just shut up."

With a smirk, my free hand closed around his erection, squeezing the shaft very lightly and watching with a kind of sadistic pleasure as I he arched into me once more, so desperate for the friction that I would refuse to give him; I wanted him to fucking beg for me. I moved my hand just a little, gathering some of the precum that was leaking from his tip. I wanted to taste it; would this taste as good as his mouth did? Likely….But that was for another time.

My other hand I moved up, brushing my thumb along his bottom lip for a moment, before I angled my two first fingers - still covered with blood - and lightly pressed them to his bottom lip, telling him to open his mouth and let them slide in. He did without question, sucking onto my fingers as deep as they could go, and fuck me it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. His hands flew to my wrist, eyes closing as he tasted the animal blood - I had identified it as mountain lion. His favourite. His tongue wove between my fingers, slicking them with the excess of venom pooling in his mouth at the still-potent taste and smell of blood. Another moan escaped him, muffled slightly, but all the sounds he was making went straight to my cock; it felt so painful. I had to get inside of him. Now.

"Oh God yes," he said, voice barely above a wanton moan as I slid my fingers back out of his mouth slowly, wanting to keep as much venom on them as possible to act as a lubricant; my Wolf was fully back in control and he was guiding my movements. I smiled a little as he stiffened, feeling my slick fingers suddenly behind him, ready to delve in. By this point, I hate to admit, I just wanted to fucking fuck him already, but I had to go slow. This was a first for both of us and there was no way in hell I was going to fuck anything up by going too fast and hurting him. It would kill me to do that.

"Jacob…it's okay…just…" He froze a little bit again, biting his lip as his body shied itself away from my hold, only to find himself buried just a little more deeply next to me. "Fuck, just go slowly okay?"

"I promise," I murmured, my free hand knotting itself in his hair as I leaned into him, and he into me very slightly. I inhaled the scent coming off his hair as he whimpered lightly, feeling my finger just press into him. I didn't slow down or stop, or try to pull out because he didn't ask me to, and my Wolf was gently whispering in my ear to keep going; that it was okay. "God, Edward…" I moaned lightly, once my finger was fully inside of him. He was so cold, but the second entrance of my fingers came much smoother as he gradually relaxed his muscles from around me at my gentle reassurances. He was shaking in front of me; I could feel the vibrations of his chest against me, and around my hand when I moved around inside of him. I smiled a little against his shoulder, licking lightly on his scar and making him shiver. He was whining, fingers digging themselves into my shoulders until it was almost painful, but I kept going, adding a third. I wanted to make sure he was stretched enough to accommodate me without hurting him too much.

"Jacob…" His voice was almost as shaken as his body was, and he dug his nails more deeply into my flesh, reopening the bite wound he'd inflicted earlier. "Please, for God's sake…"

"Say it Edward, not all of us are mind readers, you know," I replied, smirking a little. How I could manage to be such a cocky bastard at a time like this was beyond me; thank God for Wolf effects.

"Jacob please! I…I need you! God!"

"It's alright, Edward…" I replied, moved by the desperation in his voice as I slid my fingers out of him gently, and he whimpered at the loss of contact. "I'll take care of you." And with that I positioned myself at his entrance. He stiffened as soon as I began to push in, and I hissed. Fucking hell he was so tight, even when I had stretched him. His body ate me hungrily as he gradually relaxed, and his legs came up and wrapped around my hips, allowing me to sink more deeply into him. As soon as I was in as far as I could go, practically suffocating in the chill tight channel of Edward, I froze myself, wanting to resist as much as I could from just taking him how I wanted to; pounding him raw and just claiming him as mine.

"Jacob…"

"Can I…can I move?" I asked through gritted teeth, my hands flying to his hips to keep him still; I wanted to make him move so fucking badly, but I couldn't do anything until he gave me consent. I wouldn't; it would kill me if I hurt him.

Without a word he nodded, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back against the tree, breathing out harshly through his nose. I waited a few more seconds before slowly pulling out, to thrust back in again with just as much gentleness and as slowly as I could manage. I hate to admit this wasn't very slow, but I was confident he was enjoying it by the dark, sensual moan that slipped from his parted lips, and his eyes flashed open.

What I saw nearly stopped me.

His eyes were green.

Like…brighter than when I was a Wolf, and taking a look around Forks in summer. Greener than any foliage I'd ever seen. Vibrant and alive with inner light. They were so beautiful…And for a second he seemed human; his skin jumped in temperature, just for a moment, and I swear that amid my racing heartbeat I detected one thump from his, long dead. It just made him all the more desirable and I wanted nothing more than to claim him, more harshly than I was…and just pull out all at once, gaze upon this phenomena.

He was obviously not concentrating on my thoughts, nor did he notice my observations or stop on what I was thinking, because he moved himself along with my hands, and I just guided his movements along my cock; I fucking needed this, and I knew he did too. I could hear harsh snapping of bark from the dry tree as his marble skin rubbed along it, and so I pulled him away only to reposition us on the floor; I knew it wouldn't hurt him but the forest floor was covered in leaves, and was probably much more comfortable to him than the rough tree.

He opened his eyes again feeling himself airborne, only to smirk just a little as I laid him down. His hands came up, knotting themselves in my hair which had grown out a little since returning to Forks; I hadn't had time to cut it again, and so it hung around my face. He seemed to like it, though, so I wouldn't change that now. He used the hold to pull my head down, locking his lips to mine roughly as I once again began to thrust inside of him. Precum leaking from the tip of my erection made thrusting inside of him just a little easier and soon enough he began to move his hips up into mine, so we were moving in the most delicious rhythm. I couldn't stifle my groans of pleasure as I found myself going even more deeply inside of him in this position. He unhooked his legs from around my waist, planting his feet against the floor so that he lifted his hips up further, and I went even deeper. Holy fucking hell.

I was so close; it would only take a few more thrusts to just end this. I wanted him to let go too; his body was tense beneath me. He was fighting it - why?

"Edward, don't fight it," I grunted, quoting his orders from earlier before. He made the connection too, for I heard his gentle laughter against my lips, as his tongue snaked out, tracing along just a little blood that had transferred between us. At once, tasting the blood on my lips, he closed his eyes tightly, the most delicious mixture of a purr and a moan escaping him.

Hell, I might not be a super genius, but I could put two and two together. I surged forward with the thrust that I knew would end me, and sank my teeth deeply into the silver line of his scar.

The result was explosive; he cried out loudly, his back arching so his body was flush against me and his muscles clamped down with suffocating tightness as he came violently. Before I could fully smirk in triumph he made the quick decision to return the favour; I felt his sharp teeth penetrate my skin and sink into my bloodstream. I shuddered heavily, my release becoming that much more intense as I felt the blood being drawn slowly out of my system.

Oh my God.

I had been so close…but I couldn't ask it of him. I couldn't once again take that delicious mix of blood and sex that I had been craving for so fucking long. Not after the first time; I had been close to draining him dry and I couldn't risk that again. It would kill me.

But when he had traced my scar, bitten down on it…I'd lost it. So completely. I couldn't control myself any more than I could on a hunt; given completely over to my instincts.

I found I quite liked it.

And his taste. Never before had I brought down my mouth something more delicious. Not even Bella's blood could compare; he tasted of endorphins and oxytosin and sex. He tasted of the best animal I'd ever let slide down my throat, and I wanted more; his mouth was desirable; his body was fucking intoxicating; but the taste of his blood…Nothing could ever come to reach this level of intensity ever before, nor ever again. With a flash I was back in the 'dark' years of my life, fucking and draining any human that I could…Fuck I wanted to go back to that again.

How had I denied what I was for so long?

Jacob just…brought out the true nature in me.

With a gasp I wrenched my head away from his enticing blood supply, not even daring to lick at his bite, because I feared I would never stop. I wanted to drain him dry, but I couldn't, because that would mean that I would never be able to give myself this again, and I was too selfish to deny myself that.

It was several minutes before I felt able to pull away from him, and immediately I missed his chill. I felt hot, unbearably so, and I wanted nothing more than to just curl up against his cold body and lay there forever. But of course I wouldn't be allowed; now he would just run back to his wife. His fucking wife. I had been his excuse, but now I wanted more. More than just a release to him. My Alpha wasn't happy with this knowledge.

I rolled away from him, so that we were laying side by side on our backs. He was still panting, blood coating his jaw and neck from my blood, his release spread all over his stomach, and I knew that my own would still be inside of him. That thought made me smile, and he in turn laughed, turning his head towards me. I loved to see that the vibrant green hadn't left his eyes, no matter how startling the initial revelation had been.

"What's that about my eyes?" he asked, still smiling a little bit.

"They're beautiful," I replied honestly, not sure if he actually knew yet; what he had heard from my mind. "I love them."

He smiled a little more widely, a serene and contented expression on his face and he turned towards me, reaching a hand over and stroking my cheek. To my embarrassment I purred a little, rubbing my face against his cheek in a mimic of what he had done earlier. Before…

"Sorry," I said after a moment, opening my eyes again and he frowned lightly.

"About what?"

"About…what I did. I'm sorry," I repeated, my voice finally betraying the vulnerability I suddenly felt; I had essentially taken advantage of him, and though I know he hadn't minded, it still felt a little like assault, something that I had been willing to condemn myself for not hours before he showed up.

"Jacob!" He moved himself up and, quicker than my eyes could follow, he was laying on top of me, our bodies once more connected together from chest to knee. His hands braced himself down on either side of my head, eyes staring fiercely into mine. "Jacob…" His voice softened, and he leaned down, his jaw lightly brushing against mine. The purely wolf-like motion startled me; it was something that I would do when comforting a younger Wolf…it calmed, it chilled. "I wanted this. If I wanted you to stop…You would have…"

"How can you be so sure?" I asked, swallowing against the sudden build-up of pain in my throat, making it difficult to think, to speak. "I wasn't exactly listening to myself…"

"You would have." The sincerity was so strong in his voice; he was so confident in both of our abilities, and I hadn't the strength to argue with him. Instead I reached up, lightly stroking against his hair until I felt him purring. I would have almost thought he was asleep, so still he lay, but of course for him that was impossible.

"Jacob," he murmured, shifting a little in my hold. I frowned; he sounded afraid. Was he afraid? Of what? "Jacob!" he said again, and his voice was most definitely panicked. I tightened my hold, hoping to calm him, but his struggling merely increased.

"Jacob!"

I shot up to a sitting position, dazed.

Holy hell…had that all been a dream?

A fucking dream?

Okay, I was majorly pissed now. If my psyche or Wolf tried to pull that kind of shit on me ever again I swear to God…I would…Uggh how to threaten your subconscious?

"Jacob, are you alright?" I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking me violently, and abruptly my eyes focused on the blurry shape of…Quil. Quil, of all people. Jesus.

I became aware of a sharp pain on my neck, where he was holding me. I stilled the shaking by closing my hand over his, and immediately I felt a sharp growl ring through my head, so I abruptly let go, and so did Quil. Confused, I frowned, looking at my shoulder; had I hurt myself? Is that why I'd passed out for so long?

Why did it smell so weird around here?

"Dude, are you okay? It looks like you got bitten…" My eyes widened, and I moved my hand across my shoulder until I felt the point of pain, and right there…was a crescent line of raised skin, chill to the touch and right along where my neck became shoulder. Edward's bite…Holy shit…Had that really happened?

My Wolf nodded his head, smirking, and smugness radiated from every pore, every part of him. Good boy.

Holy…Shit!

Then where was he? How long had it been?

I took a deep inhale; I could identify the scents now; it smelled of sex, and shape shifter, and vampire, and venom…and the forest. It smelled like Edward, and me. And most importantly it smelled like Edward and me, like…together. And I'm sure that if I could smell it, Quil could as well. Had he noticed, or was he simply not making the connection…

"Jacob?" I looked back to my Beta again, forcing a smile to my face.

"Sorry, Quil…guessed I spaced out there for a while…"

"From the smell of it you've been bitten and infected, man. I can smell leech all over you! And it's freaking bitter, too," he said, wrinkling his nose. "Uggh, how can you stand it? Did he get to you when you were phased? I can smell wolf blood all over you…I swear to God if that motherfucker has hurt you in any way…"

"Never mind that, man. It's fine, I can fight my own battles." And he's a father-fucker, actually. I snickered a little at my own joke. "Okay…so…you found me? Do you know how long I was out for?"

"I'd imagine at least half an hour; he doesn't smell that recent on you…" It was taking all I had not to blush or smile arrogantly at the fact that he was marking me with his scent, and that mine would cover him for now, until he washed himself off it.

"Come on, Quil, let's get back to the Res. I got some things I need to take care of."

"Shouldn't you, like, rest or something? Or call all the Pack and go over to kick vampire ass? I mean…I know you said no one should think about attacking them but, Jacob! They attacked you! They just bit you and they might have infected you with venom! Without treatment you could die!"

"I'm not gonna die, brother," I replied, smiling a little. "And I don't…want to phase right now. We should just walk."

"Dude…you have no clothes."

"I said no!" I growled, my anger momentarily putting the Alpha into my human voice - that was a feat. That had never happened before. Never before had an Alpha been in sync with his Wolf enough, that their oneness could extend over to the human boundaries. I suppose that's what happens when you ignore the Wolf, and he forces you to listen.

Him breaking free was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. It had brought me peace; happiness. It had given me a Pack, and now I found Edward.

He was mine. I had made him so.

I had never been prepared for such unadulterated anger.

It was brutal; fingers curled into vicious talons that clawed at my skin; she tore through my body with such ease and with a lack of remorse that I found frightening. I had tried to hide it from her; tried to cleanse his scent off of me before she came home…but she was waiting for me when I arrived. She was in our room - a room that reeked of dog, but not enough. Not enough for her not to notice how much I smelled like him.

I had come home smelling like blood, sex and Jacob Black. She could put the pieces together.

"How could you do this to me?" Her screeches of anger and pain tore through me almost as easily as her teeth as she snarled, baring those sharp venom-coated fangs and sinking them painfully into my body. I knew she would leave a scar. On my wrists, my neck and my chest, above where my heart should be. If I hadn't known better, it would be like she was trying to rip it right out of my chest, to keep as her own forever.

"I'm sorry! Bella, I'm so sorry!" I cried. Never before had I truly been afraid of my wife. Sure…there had been newborn moments, in the hunt where she had chosen the wrong thing to go after and I had had to restrain her, but they were fleeting until she calmed herself down; I could see no horizon, no light at the end of this tunnel.

"That's not good enough!" she yelled, one hand finding a hold on my jaw, the other on my shoulder and wrenching the two apart until I felt something snap. Suddenly, all the pain was gone, and that was disconcerting. What was even more so was the fact she kept tearing; I slowly felt my head separating from my body.

"Bella!" Carlisle ran in, having been alerted by Jasper to the situation - Bastard had thought we were just up to some kinky shit before, but at least now he was honestly worried. I was glad, too; he'd arrived just in time to wrench my wife away from me as I slumped to the floor. Without a second wasted the venom began to repair my body, and as soon as my spine snapped back into place I let out a strangled cry, the pain once again able to connect to my brain and send me near-screaming into agony. It wasn't as powerful as Jane's ability, though. I could beat it in silence. "Bella, what's gotten into you?"

"You should ask Edward!" she screeched, and I almost laughed at her 'joke'. What's gotten into Edward…haha.

Carlisle turned to me. "Son?"

"Carlisle…I…"

"He has no excuse! Traitorous bastard! I'll kill you; I swear to God I'll rip your goddamn throat from your goddamn neck and make you choke on it!"

Funny how similar her and Jacob's fantasies are when filled with hatred.

"Bella…please let me explain…"

"Explain how you fucking bit Jacob? You fucking killed him didn't you? No good son of a bitch!" she shrieked, struggling against Carlisle's hold. Jasper had come up to help restrain her as well, but the amount of guilt and hatred roiling in the room was making him weaker than normal. He sent me a beseeching look.

'Edward, what did you do?' he sent me in his mind, and I could only shake my head; I couldn't tell him. It would kill Bella to think that I had done worse than kill her best friend; that I had cheated on her with her ex-best friend. This was going to get insane.

"That's enough! I'm calling a family meeting. Edward, finish healing yourself, get dressed and get downstairs. You have five minutes," Carlisle muttered gruffly, and pulled a still-struggling Bella out of the room. The last thing I saw before Jasper closed the door were her eyes, blank and murderous.

Oh fuck…what was I going to do?

Author's Note: Yeah...so Jacob and Edward slept together, but Jacob thought it was a dream. When I read this to my Beta she had questions about it, so I'm going to answer them now in an attempt to avoid confusion; when Jacob's Wolf broke out of the caging, it was like they fused for a moment. The phasing, in my story at least, is like a waiting room, and one consciousness at a time is inside. The Wolf broke out, and that caused some confusion in Jacob's body.

I explain later why Edward no longer smells bad to Jacob. And other things like that.

Also, little add-on. This story is alerted for 69 people, and favourited for 34. I didn't expect a huge response from last chapter but COME ON guys, you HAVE to have something to say to this one. I'm not pressuring for reviews, but I might start because I really want to know what you guys are thinking. I'm not Edward Cullen, after all.

People have commented that I am tending to by-pass a lot of things, like Bella and the consequences and everything. I've given you a little taster here, but I'd like to add this; the reason nothing really is happening now is because I'm a huge dumper. I like to dump shitloads of angst and trauma onto the characters as the story progresses, so it'll all come crashing down soon enough, don't you worry. And people keep wanting me to make Edward dominant; that's not going to happen. At all. It won't be so blatant that he's the submissive, except for the obvious, but Edward will still be the stubborn, strong vampire he usually is, and Jacob will still be the cocky, arrogant teen wolf. Edward will never top Jacob. I've read things like that and it doesn't sit right with me; Edward is the weaker of the two and an Alpha wolf would not submit to another creature, no matter if it was human and vampire.

Some of you have said Edward thinks dark thoughts. I like him like this; he is a dark creature, and he's had an incredibly messed up past. I like him like this.

In future chapters Carlisle might be seen to be a little...intimidating. He's not evil in this story; he will just do anything to keep his family together.

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