Chapter 32: Sleeping with an Octopus

Edward:

I can't help but watch in horror as I take in her drugged face. Of all the stupid things! I can feel my anger rise at her reckless behavior. I know we're being watched closely, so I allow her touches and soft lips on the skin of my cheek as I pretend to actually be interested in the sick sideshow going on in front of me. The blonde's back is laced with welts, some crimson appearing in the deepest ones as that spineless bastard hits with glee. Her screams have died to mere whimpers and she appears to be seconds away from the blissful darkness of unconsciousness.

I keep my eyes anywhere but there, focusing on the top of the blonde's head or finding an interesting spot in the wall behind them. I have not one iota of desire to see that ignorant toad extract all his shortcomings in the dick department out on the clueless female he'd chosen for the night. I have to distract myself also from the writhing sexy ball of woman on my lap. She's far too sexy for her own good and she's currently making my life hell.

I sense Jasper's presence before he has a chance to say a word, as he bends down beside the seat, also avoiding the sick scene on the stage.

"Edward, what's wrong? You sounded tense." Jasper says lowly, eyebrow arching watching the brunette on my lap.

"It seems Bella left her drink with the bathroom attendant while she hit the head. It was 'refreshed' without her knowledge." My voice tight with anger and frustration as a high pitched wail echoes through the corridor, forcing my eyes forward to see the girl on stage, arms wrenched back at an unusual angle as Caius plows into her viciously.

"What? Oh shit…..Shelley?! Christ!" Jasper seethes and his hand closes over the arm of the chaise, white knuckled and tight.

"Shelley?" I ask and disengage Bella's wandering hand from gripping my traitorous cock.

"She's worked for the Volturi for years. She's unassuming, in her seventies and evil as hell. She must have been told by Aro to spike Bella's drink. Fuck!" He mutters darkly, watching Bella's movements with something akin to pain on his face. I wonder if he's recalling Alice's own dark days at the hands of these bastards.

Caius' snarling dismount couldn't have come at a better time. I watch as he stands proudly and spits onto the girl's back before him as she falls to the stage…..the pompous asshole. He uses her long hair to wipe his dick and chuckles as he leaves the stage with an exaggerated swagger, leaving her limp body to be collected by the 'men in black'.

"That's our cue; get us the fuck out of here, Jasper." I say, struggling to stand and hoisting Bella into my arms. Jasper makes quick work of fending through the crowd, hand gripped onto Alice's in a death grip. Bella's head lolls to the side with a drunken giggle and I breathe a little easier as I spy the door. We're almost there, just a few steps more.

"Leaving so soon, friend?" Aro says, sliding into our path effortlessly.

His voice grates on my every nerve. I want to rip his throat out for what he's done to Bella. I can picture his eyes bulging as his blood travels over my hands in a warm rush. I want it, fuck, I crave it, but I can't dwell on it now. I have to get Bella out of here and think.

"Sorry, Aro seems my little one can't handle your champagne." I arch an eyebrow at him as Bella's head falls back listlessly as she giggles in a wild, careless manner.

Aro grips her chin and turns her face to view her dilated eyes and dreamy expression. He chuckles darkly "You can thank me later." He murmurs as his fingers caress the creamy expanse of her cheek.

I nod, because if I open my mouth, the whole ruse will be spoiled. I want to rant at him and scream about what he does to innocent women, but I can't. I bite my tongue until the metallic, coppery taste of my blood explodes over my tongue and stride forward, strolling through the opened doors and into the dark.

I unceremoniously load her into the car without pomp and circumstance and curse under my breath as she slides sinuously into my lap. Jasper and Alice slide in and the door closes with a resounding slam. As the car is set into motion, so is Bella, as her hips undulate against my crotch, her kisses hot and wanting. I fight to control her wandering hands and keep her still.

"What a fucked up mess." I mutter, and dislodge her seeking hand that's gripping my traitorous cock.

"I should've known better than allow her to go with him, Edward, I'm sorry." Jasper says, and his eyes hold volumes of regret.

"Jasper, this isn't your fault. I should've been more aware. I never thought Aro would pull this shit so fast. Bella, honey, please." I beg as I disengage her lips from sucking the life out of me through my neck. I feel the burn and know I will sport the mother of all hickeys in the morning.

Bella shakes out her hair and grins, plopping into the seat beside me. "So, what do we know?" I gape at her face and see her impish smile and deadly determination.

"Bella, wait, you didn't?" Alice exclaims with a hint of awe at the transformation of the woman in front of us.

"Alice…really? I didn't make it this far in the ATF by trusting men. No offense." She says with a smirk as her eyes pass from me to Jasper.

"None taken." I murmur, still searching her face for the drugged up girl that I carried out of the club.

"Wait. The drink….you didn't?" I say, obviously being reduced to half sentences.

She snorts in laughter, her whole body shaking with mirth. "Are you kidding? What do you take me for, Edward, a novice Probie? Dream on, pretty boy." She says, producing a small vial of liquid from the tight bodice of her dress. "I poured a little into it while you were enjoying the scene, Edward. You didn't think I was actually high on that shit, did you?" She laughs and the sound is music to my ears.

"We need to have it tested. It'll prove that they are drugging the women in the club against their will. Can you get it to Emmett to take to the crime lab?" She says and the implications boggle my mind. I remember her caresses and kisses as I watched the grotesque scene of Caius and the girl, I never once paid attention to her hands. Sneaky brilliant little bitch.

The need to kiss her is immediate and overwhelming. I don't waste time as my tongue forges its way into her mouth and memorizes the inside. I finish with a few loud smacks of lip against lip.

"You are fucking brilliant." I say with the patented smirk.

"I bet you say that to all the girls." She quips with a mischievous smile.

She did it, totally without my knowledge. She got the first nail in the coffin that will put these bastards away once and for all. I was oblivious and I can't help but be a little pissed off at that fact, but the pride in her overweighs the anger. I'm proud of her…..and I don't really know how I feel about that. I feel pride in her as a fellow agent, but it's more. It's the more that scares the shit out of me.

The rest of the car ride is spent rehashing the night's events, over analyzing each fact until we arrive home. Home…..since when did I view the staged house in an undercover operation as home? Jasper and Alice say goodbye and climb into their own car as I unlock the door to Jake's incessant barking. I throw open the door into the backyard and he sprints, lifting a leg instantly to relieve himself.

I hear the noises upstairs as Bella prepares for bed and it startles me a bit to identify what each one of them is. I know the water running through the pipes is her washing her face and brushing her teeth. I hear her footsteps as she goes to the dresser to pull out a t-shirt to wear for bed. I hear the groan of the mattress as she settles into it. Jake snorts at me as he struts back inside finding his normal spot in front of the fireplace for the night as I close the door, clicking the lock into place.

As I walk upstairs and down the hall, I try not to overthink that I've never known a woman that intimately before. To know the sounds she makes as she gets ready for bed, to have them screaming my name as I pound into them is second nature for me, this…..this is the unknown.

I don't know which Bella I will find once inside the walls of our bedroom. The bedroom that's a part of the undercover operation…and the bedroom that in the few scant days that has become my haven where I can shake off all the undecided outcomes of this and just be.

I see her propped up against the headboard, flipping through the case file. I pause in the doorway to take in the wild expanse of her hair as her fingers thread through it. The way the black tank top outlines her breasts and the long expanse of her leg, curled around the covers on the bed. The sheer beauty of her stops me, and I know in an instant I'm in way too deep.

I don't do relationships; I don't do the introspective thinking about the girl. I meet up, hook up and have them screaming my name as we both find our release. After it's over, we go our separate ways, I never stick around. Viewing her in this moment, I want to. I want this.

Her eyes flit over the facts in the folder as I watch. She seems to know I'm watching, and her eyes find mine. The small smirk on her lips propels me forward. I'm moving on autopilot. I'm not ashamed to say that I need her, I need to feel her against me, and I need to feel the surrender of her flesh under my hands.

My hand grips the manila folder flinging it away. "Edward, wha—"Her words are cut off by my mouth taking hold, mapping her lips against my own. I revel in the sound of her moan as my tongue tangles with hers and her hands delve into my hair, pulling and tugging me closer. I fall onto her body, sinking lower into the forgiving mattress.

From the moment my tongue touches hers; she's alive beneath me, arching into each touch. I feel the need to possess her, take her, and ravish her because I know the coming days are uncertain. We entertained the devil tonight on their turf, and we came away unscathed. I feel the need to celebrate….by sinking inside her.

Soft moans of appreciation from both of us are shared as clothing is tossed away, hands skimming over newly-exposed flesh. Mouths seek and devour, sucking on skin revealed like Christmas candy. My hand pressing against her breast, watching as her nipple tightens before my mouth descends. Her hands fisting into my hair, pulling tightly urges me on to apply teeth to scrape.

I can smell her arousal, cloaking me in this bubble we've created, pushing out the world until only her and I exist…..primitive, naked beings taking the only comfort we can offer. I lay between her splayed thighs and I feel the wetness against my cock, she wants this comfort as much as I do.

I feel the need to taste her, intimately as I skim my mouth over her body, sucking a nipple into my mouth for a moment and descending, feeling her shiver as I map across her abdomen sinking into her navel, pausing to thrust my tongue in and out in the age-old motion. Her body is alight, arching and retreating, begging and resisting as I press my face into her center. I suck the air into my lungs, taking in her scent as her moans float into the ether.

My fingers part her folds, seeing the soft pinkness of her wet with need and I groan as I dive in and her taste explodes across my tongue. Real…right here…Bella. Her hips arch harshly as she groans at the sensation. I'm a starving man….and I lap and lap against her, savoring her flavor and moaning out my thanks. I look up to see her head thrown back, thrashing on the pillow and hands clenching in the sheets. This is here…..this is now. What we're facing doesn't matter, she matters.

Her voices rises an octave as two fingers slide inside her and curl, finding that special spot. I press against it relentlessly despite her pleas, my tongue flicking across her clit and sucking it hard into my mouth as she screams. I work her down, gently applying pressure of fingers and tongue and am rewarded with whimpering praise. I remove my fingers and press them to her lips, watching in fascination as her tiny pink tongue rolls and laps at the wetness.

I press my fingers inside her mouth, thrusting shallowly into her mouth as I line my cock up, pressing forward as her tongue wraps around my finger. Such sweet heat….gripping, swallowing….perfection.

Being buried inside her is the best feeling I've ever felt, it takes over every logical thought and I'm reduced to 'yes, more, take, possess'. I thrust forward and watch her body accept and the soft keening sound from her lips drives me on. Her hand raise above her head and cross of their own volition and to see her beneath me this way makes my chest expand in something primal.

Each thrust forward forces a grunt from my lips, sliding into that sweet gripping heaven. I feel everything; the soft but forceful tug and pull of her body sucking me in making me forget everything but here and now. My hands grip hers above her head to anchor me before I descend into the depths I can't come back from.

It feels too good, her beneath me…..her hands swallowed in mine and it scares me. I can't stop but I'm fearful. I feel her lithe legs wrap against me, her hips seeking and I answer. I thrust and thrust until I feel that tell-tale warning in my brain screaming that all is about to be undone.

The instant before I lose myself inside her, her body clenches and I'm gripped inside the fluttering white-hot heat of release. Her breath catches in a halted sound and I feel that intense clenching, fluttering along the length of my cock and I lose myself inside of it.

"Bellllllaaaaa" I scream as my body turns inside out emptying heart and soul inside her as she trembles beneath me. My vision flares white spots of completion as my cock spurts over and over again. I slump against her, skin wet from the sweat of exertion as her heart beats a stucco against my own. In that moment, I know….I'll do whatever it takes to protect her. If I have to draw my last breath for her, I will.