Chapter 14

Beta'd by princess07890

AN: I have been told that there is a lack of "emotional attachment" with this story. I just want to make it clear; they have a lot of emotional attachment to each other. Right now, they are still in shock (if you want to call it that) of being newly mated. They have a bunch of lust, at the moment, and they don't know how to channel it. Edward also has an overwhelming urge to dominant Bella, and isn't sure how to control that, either. It comes with time, just like everything else.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does.

Bella POV

"Bella, I will warn you, I am not going to pretend to be something that I am not in front of your father." Edward warned me. I expected this.

"I know," I sighed. Really, it was Charlie who had to prove himself to Edward, not the other way around. I just hoped that the cop side of Charlie didn't come out too much. I hoped Edward approved. I knew with that being said that, if my father did something stupid, Edward wouldn't allow me to live there anymore. It was his choice.

"Just…please go easy on him," I requested. "He doesn't know that I'm yours, and—"

"I can fix that," He said darkly, tightening his hold on me.

"Please?" I asked. "He's been the only parent that I care for lately, and, when I leave, I want to leave on good terms, you know?" He looked down at me, his eyes softened.

"I'll try to be nice. It is just that, he's male. I know he is your father, but he is still a male, and that is when my instincts tend to be stronger." He explained. "I was on edge when you hugged him good night last week."

Ok, no physical contact with Charlie, I mentally noted. It wasn't a big toll on me, since I don't feel right touching any other male but Edward. I felt myself getting more and more hopelessly attached to him every day. And, according to his sisters, he felt it stronger than I did.

I shivered slightly, getting chilled. I was naked, as Charlie was away at work, and Edward was in only his boxers. The air conditioning was on high since Charlie liked it cold.

"Are you chilly?" Edward asked.

"A little bit," I answered.

He kissed me on the forehead and then leaned over to grab my comforter from the floor. He lifted me slightly so that he could lay it on his lap, and then set me on it, wrapping it snugly around me. His arms surrounded my swaddled form, squeezing me to him. I rested my head on his chest.

"Hey, I have a question." I said quietly.

"Ask away."

"How come the bite that you gave me yesterday showed, and the one that you gave me last week didn't?" I wondered.

"It's the amount of venom that I used. I didn't want the bite last week to show, because it was to detect something. But, the bite yesterday was to mark you." He answered.

"I like when you bite me; I like it a lot. I like the way it shows, and I like the way it feels," I told him.

"That is normal of a vampire's mate." He said, kissing my nose. I smiled at him adoringly.

"Why are your eyes so dark?" I asked, tracing the dark circles under his eyes with my finger.

"I have not hunted in a month. I am hungry." He answered simply. I felt my heart clench. I immediately gathered my hair to rest on one shoulder, and tilted my head to the side.

"You can have some from me," I offered, not liking that he was going without food. "I mean it is yours." He got a glint in his eyes when I said that.

"I had some yesterday; it is not healthy for you if I do that on a regular basis," He declined. "Though, it is sweet." He leaned down and kissed my neck where he had bitten me.

"I don't need to be healthy, I—"

"No Isabella," He halted softly. "I will not risk your health just to quench my thirst. I need a bit more blood than you could give, anyways, since it has been so long."

"So you'll have to leave?" I whispered. He nodded sadly. "Can't I come with you?"

"No, even though my mating instincts are above my hunting instincts, there is still a risk when I give myself to my senses."

I frowned, and dropped my head to his chest.

"It will only be for about 3 hours, little girl." He murmured, running his fingers through my hair. It was an assurance, but his voice was upset.

"When do you have to go?" I asked quietly.

"Within the next couple of days," He answered, leaning down to kiss my temple.

"Make it only two hours that you are away, and you've got a deal." I said seriously.

"Ok," He chuckled.

…

After having sex for the third time that day, we settled down a bit, but I knew I wasn't going to last very long.

"Fuck, I'm sore," I breathed.

"Mhmm, but, you're still able to walk, so my job is not finished," He replied.

"Better wait until after the meeting with Charlie. He'll be here in…" I glanced at the clock,

"Three hours."

"Do not worry, I will wait. But, afterwards, I am fucking you in my car, and then, after taking you out for dinner, I am going to fuck you again," He told me seductively, "And again, and again until you are just lying there, unable to function, and thoroughly fucked."

I let out a shaky breath.

"This is going to be a painful night," I breathed.

"Mmhmm, I'm going to hurt this little pussy, and you are going to enjoy every minute of it, my little masochistic mate," He purred, his hand getting closer to my heat with every stroke of my stomach.

"Mmm, please hurt my pussy," I moaned.

"If you call it your pussy one more time, I will spank this pussy of mine, and then make you cum so many times that it is unbearable, and you will beg me to stop. Then, to teach you that you don't get to decide, I will make you cum again," He threatened, his tone remaining just as calm.

"It's your pussy," I whimpered a correction. I knew damn well that he wasn't bluffing. "I'm sorry; it's a bad habit."

"Well, we need to break that habit, now, don't we?" He asked rhetorically.

"Mmhmm," I moaned a yes as his hand grazed my sex.

"Soon, this pussy will be red, swollen, and raw. And, do you know who's going to make it that way?" He questioned, dragging his hand from my sex up to my lower abdomen, spreading my arousal. I whimpered, wanting his hand back where it was.

"You are, because only you can." I answered him.

"That's right, and it's always going to be that way, for eternity, and you don't get a choice," He whispered, trailing circles on my stomach, his fingers still wet with my arousal. I was surprised he hadn't licked them yet.

"If I did, I wouldn't change it," I replied in a moan. His circles got lower, and lower, until his finger was lightly tracing them above my swollen sex. He eventually dipped his finger into his sore pussy.

"Ah!" I yelped in pain. He then shoved his finger in even further, causing me to yelp louder, and then removed it.

"Remember who makes you that way," He told me, slipping his finger into his mouth.

I could only whimper in response.

…

"Your father will be here very soon." Edward said to me, finally, after ten minutes of pure torture; he was teasing my breasts. My sore sex throbbed and twitched, in need of attention.

"I love these tits of mine," He sighed, giving my right nipple one last flick. "They will be getting more attention tonight."

I was still whimpering, very close to just getting onto my knees and begging him to fuck his pussy.

"You are obviously not in the condition to walk, right now, so I guess I'll be dressing you," Edward decided, flashing over to my dresser. He pulled out my last un-ruined bra, and a black scoop-neck long sleeved shirt. He then opened to third drawer, and pulled out some blue jeans. I guessed I would not be wearing panties, which was not surprising.

"Can I at least wipe my fluids away? I don't want it leaking through my jeans," I asked.

"No, you may not, that is mine, and I will not be wasting it," He answered. He then blurred over with his chosen outfit in hand, which he set down next to me. He kneeled before me, grabbing my hips to pull me to the edge of the bed. He lowered his head to lick my pussy.

"Mmm," I moaned as his mouth lapped at my pussy, catching the arousal, only to cause more. My back started to arch just as he pulled away, his fingers catching the fluid that dripped from his mouth. He reached over and brought it to my lips.

"Suck," He ordered. He pushed his fingers into my mouth. I followed his order and sucked my juices from the flesh, keeping my eyes with his as I did.

"You aren't going to be able to walk tomorrow," He murmured. "Such a tease."

Alright, if you don't stop, you are going to be soaking when you meet with Charlie. My subconscious warned.

I wonder what he has planned after going out…oh god he's so se—STOP! I halted myself. I looked away from him quickly.

I felt his finger on my chin, forcing me to look at him. He narrowed his eyes.

"Sorry, I just don't want to be soaking when we meet with my dad," I explained.

"I'll have you as soaked as I want you. That is not your choice." He told me. He knew that, with just one look, he could have me so worked up that I'd be on all fours, desperately pushing my ass up in position for fuck.

I sighed. I knew he was a bit on edge, as he knew that Charlie could get a bit protective. That was Edward's job though. I mean, he is my protector.

He lifted my legs, and slipped my jeans on, starting to dress me. I liked it; it was…intimate. Though, most everything we do is intimate.

"Sit up for me," He said. I obliged and he lifted my arms to put my shirt on.

When I was all dressed, he picked me up bridal style, and we were down stairs in a second.

"We should, uh, probably sit on either the couch or the love seat." I suggested. He nodded, and led me to the love seat.

His breath tickled my ear slightly. I bit my lip, trying to get my mind off of sex with Edward, which proved to be almost impossible lately. Not that sex was the focal point of our relationship; there were many very strong feelings that had been, and still are, brewing inside of me since the second I laid eyes on him. But there is just all of this lust! I can't handle it! I don't think there was a time that I wasn't wet, even in my sleep; I thought of him so much that my dreams bordered on the edge of pornography.

Finally, I decided to call Charlie.

"Can I borrow your cell?" I asked. I seem to constantly lose mine.

"Always," He answered, pulling it from his jeans, causing me to take notice that he was dressed. He set the phone in my hand, and turned it on; I knew Charlie's number by heart, so I just dialed it into the keyboard, and pressed call.

"Hello?" I heard on the second ring.

"Dad?"

"Bella? Whose phone is this?" He asked.

"Oh, um, it's Edward's. Remember that I was bringing him here to meet you today?" I reminded him.

"Hm, Edward. That Dr. Cullen's kid?" He asked gruffly.

"Yeah…listen, we're here right now, so when do you think you'll be here?" I questioned. Edward had said soon, but hadn't been specific.

"Give me about two minutes. I just left the station. I'll remember to keep my gun belt on…"

"Dad, no, please don't do that," I begged. Edward would definitely not tolerate it if Charlie started getting possessive.

"Fine, you two better be studying." He said.

"Only each other's bodies…" Edward burst out with laughter, which I'm sure Charlie could hear.

"BELLA!" I hung up, laughing my ass off.

"Oh Bella…" Edward laughed. I nodded, calming down slightly. I should do that more often…

"Oh, it's been a long since I've done that." I sighed. Edward does make me laugh sometimes, but it is short because we move on to…other things, quite often. He says it's the way my chest moves.

"Well, now that we've laughed…" He trailed, leaning over to kiss my neck.

"Edward, Charlie will be here any second…mmm," I moaned. He started to suck my pulse point, squeezing my waist as he did. His eternal stubble tickled slightly.

This feels so good… I mentally sighed. As we heard a car in the driveway, he gave my neck one last peck before pulling his lips away.

"Did you just give me a hickey?" I asked.

"Yes, he needs to know that you belong to me now." He answered, licking his lips.

"Edward…"

"Isabella, do not question me," His voice was hard. "This body belongs to me, and I will mark it as I please."

When we heard a car door slam, Edward quickly pulled me into his lap. I leaned into him as he gathered my hair on my left shoulder, showcasing the hickey that he gave me. Even though Charlie wouldn't have the best reaction, I felt a sense of pride wearing his mark.

"Bella!" I heard as the front door slammed open. His head whipped over to the living room. We both smiled innocently at him.

"Yeah, I know your games. I'm not stupid." Charlie huffed.

"No, you're just impaired," I said cheekily. I felt Edward stand from the love seat, taking me with him. He towered over me from behind, leading me forward. He stepped aside to hold his hand out to Charlie.

"I'm Edward, Bella's partner." Edward introduced. Partner…it was better than boyfriend.

Charlie puffed his chest out, shaking his hand.

"I'm her father." He said back, not bothering with names. His eyes snapped to my neck.

"Is that a hickey?" Charlie demanded.

"Yeah…" I answered nonchalantly.

"What have you two been doing?" His voice was angry. Edward tensed up. I knew he would step in if Charlie continued to address me like he was.

"Dad, calm down; we are old enough, and it's not your concern." I sighed.

"And a bite mark! What the hell?"

"Charlie, with all due respect, what Bella and I do is not your concern. We are being safe, and that is all you need to know." Edward asserted.

"Boy, if I were you, I wouldn't question the chief of police." Charlie warned.

"What does your occupation have to do with this? This is between Isabella and I. I'm not going to get her pregnant, and I assure you that I don't have any STDs, or STIs." Edward's voice was strained.

"She's seventeen; this is my business. She will not be messing around with anybody under my roof." Charlie forced out. This escalated quickly….

"She will be eighteen in a few days. Legally, you only have any amount of authority over her until then. And, I assure you, she won't be living here if you keep this up." Edward set his foot down. Charlie's face was shocked.

"You have no right—" Charlie started to shout.

"Quit! Charlie, actually, he does. It's my choice, not yours." I cut in. It actually wasn't my choice, but, even if it was, I wouldn't change a thing.

Charlie's jaw clenched, as I'm sure Edward's was as well.

"Now, I think we got off on the wrong foot—"

"Isabella, just go to your room, you are not to see him again." Charlie growled.

"NO! You don't get to make that decision, and I wouldn't waste my time trying." Edward shouted.

"Boy—"

"CHARLIE. Quit! You won't win, trust me." I told him tensely. "Now, let's start over."

"Bella—" Charlie started.

"WE ARE STARTING OVER!" I screamed, stomping my foot. The room was quiet. I took a deep breath, and then said calmly,

"Dad, this is Edward, my significant other," Charlie snorted. "And Edward, this is Charlie, my father." I introduced. They were still.

"Now shake fucking hands!" I snapped. They both huffed angrily, and shook hands, once again. I would have laughed at my father's puny effort to hurt Edward's hand, had it not been for the tension that was so thick you could slice it with a knife.

"Just don't yell at her like that," Edward huffed, breaking the handshake.

"You know what? No, you have no right to order me around in my own damn house, about my own daughter. Bella, just get your ass up to your room! We are not doing this!" Charlie shouted. I knew better than to move. Edward governed me now, not my father.

"What did I say about speaking to her like that?" Edward growled.

"You have no right to tell me how to speak to my own damn daughter!" Charlie shouted back.

"Dad! Stop." I cut in. Edward reached back and squeezed my hand in warning. That was my cue to let him handle it.

"We will be going out. She will not be back tonight." Edward told him, struggling to keep calm. I squeezed his hand slightly in comfort.

"The hell she won't! I'll have you arrested!" Charlie yelled.

"Charlie, I assure you, if you persist in your attempts to keep us apart, the minute she turns eighteen, she will be moving out of here, and in with me." Edward threatened.

"You…" Charlie struggled.

"I mean it. If you did have me arrested, do you know how easily I could bail myself out? Even if I couldn't, which is not at all likely; my family has a lot of good friends, some of which who are lawyers who have never lost their cases." Edward laid down the law. Even though Charlie knew some good lawyers, Edward was a century old; he could probably win the case himself.

Charlie had been beat, and he knew it. He was red with anger as he struggled for words. I felt sorry for him, but I knew this would happen if he did this.

"Isabella, go wait for me in the car," Edward commanded. I hesitated, and then lifted his hand to kiss his palm. He looked down at me, his eyes softened. "Go on, little girl," Edward urged softly. "Mi prenderò cura di esso." (I'll take care of it) I bit my lip and nodded, turning for the door.

"Isabella! Get your ass back here!" That was the last thing that I heard before I was out the front door. Low and behold, there was Edward's shiny silver Volvo. I already knew how it got there; Alice.

I growled in frustration as I stomped to the car. I can't believe how quickly that had escalated.

I knew they wouldn't mix, like oil and fucking water.

Edward's POV

How dare he speak to my mate that way! And then to try to call her his? Fuck. No.

"Don't ever let me here you talk to her like that again, or I so help me I will make it so you never see Isabella again." I hissed, walking towards the front door.

"If I were you, Charlie, I'd stop doing what you are doing. It would save you a lot of grief."

With that I slammed the door behind me, nearly breaking it, before I did something stupid. If he thought that he had any amount of authority over Isabella, he had another thing coming. Really, if I had legal issues with my mate, the Volturi would take care of it. It wouldn't be in a way that Bella would like, though, so I was trying to avoid reporting it.

Well, they didn't mix very well, now did they? Alright, if you haven't read the authors note at the top, I strongly suggest you do. Another thing, I have been having some that are concerned with the body make-up thing. Just go with it. I can tell you now that when Edward finds out, he won't feel the smartest. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter! Do you think Edward will allow her to stay, or not? How do you think Bella will react when he leaves to hunt? Review!