I fall back on the mattress, peeling off some petals that have stuck to my skin. I am gasping, panting, gulping air like I'm dying. I manage to spit out, "Oh my god!"

I don't have to look at him to know he's rocking the biggest I am da man smile on his face but I'm a glutton for punishment so I turn my head in his direction. Sure enough, there's the smile. He looks at me and winks, fucking winks before grabbing me to pull me towards him. "Yeah, I should get that inked on my cock. What do you think? God in old English letters down the shaft."

I want to smack him on the head, lord knows I do but I don't have the strength to do so at the moment. That last orgasm just about numbed my entire body out. Holy shit, thank goodness I am a wolf. Instead I opt for snuggling closer to my dead lover. Eww.

He kisses my forehead before rolling over to look at me. He presses more feather light kisses all over my face before landing on my lips. I feel myself get wet as his tongue invades my mouth. With what little energy I have left, I push him away a bit. "Dude, I need a break. My pussy needs a break and I need food."

He laughs before gathering me in his arms. "Okay babe. Room service it is." He gets up and I admire his fine ass as he grabs a menu from the kitchenette area. "How about a chicken Cesar salad?" I growl at him. Rabbit food? I'm a wolf goddamn it. He laughs it off. "Um, how about a bacon cheeseburger?"

Oh, I'm practically salivating. "Add fries. Oh, and see if they have chocolate chip cookies." He picks up the phone and orders my food. He hangs up and lets me know it'll be about 20 minutes. I decide to shower and smile when he decides to join me. We step under the hot spray and enjoy the intimacy of this act. I massage his scalp after he washes my body. He jumps out when there's a knock at the door. I hurry up and get out, wrapping myself up in one of the robes. I step out and see him looking out the window.

He turns around to look at me and I see the hunger in his eyes. I shake my head, heading towards the living room where I smell the food. "I have to eat. All that sex and feeding you has me weak in the knees."

I sit on the couch and grab the remote before shoving some fries in my mouth. Oh that must look so hot. I also am not sitting real lady like on the couch. My legs are splayed open. I try to sit properly and manage to cross one leg over the other and think about what my hair must look like. I put my food down and yank the ponytail holder out of my hair. I attempt to smooth my hair back when I feel one of his hands on my wrist.

I look up at him. He's pissed. Like totally pissed and I'm clueless as to why. "Emmett? What's...can you let go please?"

He takes in a deep, and quite useless breath, and releases my wrist. "Stop it."

I glare at him, "Stop what?"

He looks at me again. "Stop fidgeting and messing with your hair and doing whatever else it is your doing. That's not you. I wish...I wish you wouldn't compare yourself to Rose."

I jump up, ready to ream his ass the fuck out when it hits me. Holy crap, that's exactly what I was doing. She would never sit on the couch like that. Her hair was never out of place, even when we fought the newbies. Her clothes always pressed and perfect. It was my first thought when I unpacked the now destroyed teddy earlier. The anger fades from both our faces to be replaced with shame on mine and resignation on his.

I drop to my knees, grabbing his face between my burning hands. I press my lips to his unyielding ones. "I'm so...fucking stupid. Like totally. I'm sorry Emmett. I didn't..."

He finally moves his lips against mine, silencing me. I feel tears start to flow down my cheeks. He just brings me closer, pulling apart the front of my robe as I straddle him. His hands contour to my every curve. I moan when one of his hands slides between my lower lips to see how wet I am. He grabs his already hard dick and slides into me as he lifts my hips up to receive him. Completion. That's what this feels like. It's what it's felt like since the first time on the damp earth. I manage to let the robe fall from my arms to get even closer to him. I'm still weak and he's doing all the work. We're up now, him backing me up against the wall. The paintings shake with the force of our coupling.

He yanks a handful of my hair to force me to look at him. "I'm not him Leah. I'm not going to drop you for one of your cousins or some other chick. Yeah, you're mine but I'm yours just as much." His thrusts go deeper, harder and I'm so close. So close. "You got that?"

"Oh...god...yes..." My mouth clambers onto his. My tongue caressing his as his words trigger my most powerful orgasm yet. I think I might actually black out for a second. He groans, practically growls as he fills me with his love spunk.

He burrows his head in the crook of my neck and just presses a teasing kiss to my vein. I shudder as he pulls his head back to look at me. "I'm glad. You're second fiddle to no one." Then his eyes soften as he lets my legs fall back to the ground. "I love you Leah Clearwater. I don't know how or why, but I fucking do."

The words shock me yet they don't. There's something between us that isn't normal, well besides the whole mortal enemies thing. And the whole horror movie aspect of it. Yeah, it's wicked fucking quick but his words make my soul come alive like it hasn't in such a long time. He loves me. Me. Not Emily. Not Rose. Not anyone but me. And even crazier, I believe him with everything I have. Even more nuts than that, I feel the words lodged in my throat. I want to say them back.

I'm about to when he speaks first, "I don't need to hear anything 'til you're good and ready, okay?" I just nod and he pulls me back to the couch so I can finish eating, legs splayed open, hair a mess and it's damn near perfect.