Disclaimer: I don't own most of these characters, they belong to Steph Meyer!
A/N: Well, I was mistaken about only one more chapter. I'm taking EdwardObsessedForever's advice and finishing this the way I always wanted it to go…so several more posts. Seems we're about even on whether to do a funeral post or not. I really would like to skip it cuz that sad crap is no fun to write but apparently a lot of peeps want it. I still haven't decided.
Chapter 46 Kattra's Plea
Kattra and I stared wordlessly at each other. I was wracking my brain for some appropriate response, and coming up empty. What do you say to a woman who knows that you lust after her sort of husband? Hell if I knew.
Alyria, on the other hand, knew exactly what to say. "Personally, I hope that you fail to stay away," she simpered while leaning over the back of the couch wrapping her arms around me and pressing her lips against my ear. "I have wanted a taste of you since the first moment you appeared in my dressing room, lover." Her tongue flicked out and traced my ear before she chuckled darkly. "I've never wanted someone I couldn't have…eventually."
Was she for real? And eww, she just licked me. My night was not going nearly as well as I'd expected. I figured that I'd been through enough in this one day. Surely I'd reached some limit on how many irritating things can take place in a twenty-four hour period.
Justin's eyes kept darting between the three of us, uncertain whether he should flee or watch. Not every day that you get to watch someone as hot as Alyria whispering nefarious things and tonguing another girl's ear, after all. Apparently his maleness won out and he settled deeper into the plush leather sofa to enjoy the show.
Kattra rested her hip against the back of the couch shaking her head slowly back and forth over Alyria's bad behavior. "Alyria, I don't think molesting Bella will convince her to join you." She ran her hand through her chin-length hair, her brows creasing. "Alyria's right, though. We don't mind sharing. That's not what I have a problem with."
"Mmmm, see, lover, she'd happily do you too."
"Thanks. I'm flattered, really," I added sarcastically. "Your problem?" I prompted. Best to get this done and over with before Edward came down here looking for me. Our plane would leave in the morning and he'd mentioned a long list of things he'd like to do to occupy our time. I was very much looking forward to each and every one of those things, but I still had a lot to do, like talk to Carlisle. Maybe that could wait until we got back. He wasn't leaving anytime soon, after all.
"He doesn't want to share you, Bella. He just wants you. Only you. He would leave us if you asked him to. That," she said a little more firmly. "…That, I just couldn't bear."
"You have nothing to worry about, Kattra. I'm not going anywhere with Christian. I'll be on the plane to Forks in the morning-"
Alyria cut me off. "As will we, love. Have you ever had sex on a plane before?"
God, was everything about sex with this woman? Just once, I'd like to be around her and not get hit on.
She kneaded my shoulders and I closed my eyes as her intoxicating scent overwhelmed me. She was either getting careless and her power was seeping out of her accidentally or she was up to something disturbing. Either way, I needed to make a hasty exit.
"Don't, Alyria," Kattra chastised. Her power pulled back some, but it still lingered and I wasn't the only one basking in the cozy aftereffects. Everyone else in the room looked as though they'd just had a languorous night in bed with the most amazing lover in the world.
Kattra placed her hand gently on my shoulder. "Please make it clear to him that there can never be anything more than friendship between you…if that is how you truly feel, that is. If you are uncertain…" her voiced trailed off sadly and she shrugged.
"I have some time. I'll talk to him as soon as we're finished here," I promised.
She glided around the couch and knelt in front of me, embracing me tightly in her small arms. "Do not take this the wrong way. I would love it if you were to join our coven. If things don't work out with you and Edward you are always welcomed with us. I just don't want to lose him. He has been with me over three hundred years, Bella. The thought of never hearing his voice and feeling his touch is unbearable." She kissed both of my cheeks before leaving.
A strangled noise came from the opposite end of the couch drawing my attention back to Justin. "Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked feeling a bit peeved.
He burst into laughter at my indignant tone. "Does everyone want you? I mean, you've got some awesome powers and you're pretty, but damn, Bella." He shook his dark head. "Just…damn."
Yes, that summed it up pretty well.
Alyria's pale fingers caressed my cheek. "Maybe if you just fucked him one time Bella all the fascination will die away and you can go on blissfully happy with your so serious Edward and Christian will be content with us." Her ruby lips curved into a wicked smile as she drew me closer her power unleashed, but focused entirely on me. I was now breathing as though I'd just run a marathon and could feel my whole body responding to her. "Or," she said thoughtfully as she brushed her lips against mine before pulling back, leaving a hint of her lipstick on me. "Maybe you want them both at the same time. I could arrange that, lover. Christian would not need any convincing and your Edward…well, a touch of my power would have them both eager to grant your every desire."
Thoughts of any sort were beyond me. All I noticed was the feel of her hand on my chin, the smell of her perfume and under that her deep sandalwood-like scent as she crooned each word, and the taste of her lipstick. I closed my eyes, but I was lost. I could not fight her.
Maybe she guessed that she'd gone too far, or maybe it was that I moved closer to her, her eyes widening in shock as I sought another kiss, but she curbed her power, our faces only a millimeter apart.
"Oh, shit!" Justin bit out as we both moved back simultaneously, our breasts heaving.
I let out a deep breath and ran from the room. Not glided. Not danced. I ran. Ran with every intention of using all that pent up sexual energy with Edward, but Alyria's words haunted me. "…all the fascination will die away…"