A/N1: This chapter jumps back a little in time - and this is part of the reason why I was hesitating if I should have alternated the chapters, with each new chapter a pov switch. No matter what I would do, the chapters would not be completely chronologic. Honestly, I feel like you can read the previous chapter and this one in either order and you'd still be a-OK.
This story will probably continue to jump around in time a little as the pov switches - so just keep this in mind as you read it.
I hope you like this chapter!
"Edward!" she moaned, arching her back further under the pressure of his hands, allowing him to thrust deeper, finding that one spot that made stars dance behind her eyes, that made her come within minutes, if not seconds.
Above her, he echoed her moan, "yeah, baby." His hand between her shoulder blades pressed down harder, while the one on her hip gripped her hard enough to leave marks.
She didn't care, as long as he made her come. "Harder," she moaned breathlessly.
Edward complied without complaint, driving his hips against her roughly, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. When she was seconds from her climax, he pulled her up with a hand on her shoulder and let his teeth sink into her neck.
She yelped, but it almost immediately dissolved into a satisfied moan. "Oohh, Edward…"
Teeth still lodged in her neck, he moaned along, thrusting his hips until he came too. The hand he'd had around her shoulder relaxed, and she took the opportunity to bite at his wrist, breaking skin to gain access to the liquid gold that ran through his veins.
Together, they sank down into her bed. She moaned around his blood in her mouth, almost ready to come again just from his taste.
Edward was never slow to pick up on her desires, and brought his free hand between her legs, spreading her open and letting his thumb slide over her clit with maddening, tight circles.
Her vision went black when she came again.
"Baby," Edward half-moaned, half-groaned to her, "baby, stop." He pulled on his wrist a little and she immediately let go. "Sorry, sorry," she croaked, hastily licking over the bite marks to help them heal.
"Man, I'm dizzy." He let his lips slide over her neck again, swiping her hair over her shoulder so that he had better access. His teeth scraped over the now-familiar spot at the back of her neck as he waited for her permission.
"Take what you need," she mumbled, a little embarrassed. It didn't happen often that she overdid it by so much that it made him dizzy.
"Thanks, baby." He let his teeth sink into the back over her neck, and she moaned, feeling her muscles involuntarily relax as his venon entered her bloodstream.
Ever the gentleman, Edward only took what he needed, kissing the wound away when he was finished. He closed his arms around her and held her close as he hummed one of the lullabys he'd written her.
It was warm, and cloying, and she was waiting for an excuse to disentangle them.
When the universe did not give her one, she slipped from his grip regardless. "I'm gonna hop in the shower," she said, brushing her hair back over her neck to hide his bite mark. "I'm due at Cullen's in…." a glance on the clock made her groan, "10 minutes ago, shit."
"Give them a call," Edward suggested from his lazy position in the bed, "let them know you're on your way."
"I won't be able to shower." She hated showing up anywhere with Edward's scent all over her. Even though the humans could typically not sniff it out, it felt wrong, impolite.
"So?" Edward liked it when she smelled like him. It was a non-verbal keep out sign, a way to mark her as his.
She shot him a dark, frustrated look as she grabbed her phone to call the Cullens. It only rang twice before Carlisle's smooth voice rang through her phone speaker. "Yes, Isabella?"
"I'm so sorry something came up, I'm leaving the house now," she said, stepping into a dress.
"Alright, we'll be waiting."
"Again, I'm so sorry. See you in a few." She hung up.
Edward stretched himself out on her bed, like a cat in the sunshine, completely relaxed.
"Get dressed and get out!" She threw his shirt at him. "You know you can't be here when Charlie comes home."
"Remind me again why we're pretending we're not… you know…"
"I don't wanna talk to him about it." With rushed motions, she pulled the duvet off the bed and hung it in the open window to air out, then chased Edward off her bed. "He'll try to give me the sex talk, or worse, the purity talk. Get dressed, now!"
Edward quickly dressed and helped her take off the rest of the bedding, hanging it out the other window, then stepped behind her, slipping his hand under her dress and into her panties. "C'mere, baby," he murmured, lips against her ear as he let his fingers find their way down to her most sensitive spots. "One more before you go."
She hung against him, moaning breathlessly as his talented fingers did their work.
"That's it, baby," Edward murmured, his voice low and seductive.
"Please," she panted, not sure what she was asking for.
He hummed, flicking his thumb over her clit, sending her over the edge, holding her as she shivered and moaned through her orgasm.
It took her a few seconds to recover. "Okay," she whispered, gathering decorum. "Okay."
"Okay?" he repeated in a joking tone.
"Oh, get out!" She pushed him aside and ran down the stairs. "Lock the door before you leave!"
She didn't wait for an answer as she slammed the front door behind her.
The drive to the not-so-modest mansion the Cullens lived in was only about ten minutes, even in her shitty truck. It probably would have been faster for her to run there, but she didn't want to make them uncomfortable by showing up like that. They were new to their community, after all, and Carlisle had mentioned that this was their first time in a mixed community. Adjusting to their standards - even when it came to transportation - was only the polite thing to do.
She parked next to a shiny black BMW on the driveway, and checked her appearance in the rearview mirror. Her hair was tousled, and the usual insistent annoying blush graced her cheeks. Her eyes were still big and dark from drinking, and she blinked rapidly to try and make them appear more normal. I should've brought contacts. She wore them sometimes to hide how poor her control could be. Charlie didn't know.
The front door of the mansion opened, and Isabella exited her car as fast as she could without alarming the humans. They needed to trust her and feel safe around her, considering she was going to be watching their toddlers for a few hours.
"Hi!" she called out to Carlisle, who stood at the top of the stairs leading to the house.
He blinked and tried to focus on her, but the night was dark and his eyesight was too poor to make her out in the darkness. "Isabella?"
"Yeah, hi," she repeated, a little breathless as his god-made scent hit her. It took effort to reel in her enthusiasm in running up the stairs. She was well aware that her attraction to him was completely inappropriate, and was determined not to act on it. "I'm so sorry I'm late, I was…" the memory of Edward, his body and his blood rushed through her mind and her cheeks coloured deeper, "doing some housework and time completely got away from me."
"It's alright," Carlisle assured her as he ushered her inside with a hand on her back.
His touch was warm, even through her clothes. Her already fluttery heartbeat sped up.
"The girls are in bed. They tend to wake at around midnight for nighttime feeding, which we've stopped doing a year ago." Carlisle sounded exhausted. "So please don't give them anything. Just rock them and cuddle a little until they go back to sleep. Alice falls asleep really easily, but Rosalie tends to be really clingy so be prepared to hold her until we come back. Feel free to take any food from the kitchen or order in, if you want to-"
"I'm not hungry," she murmured, forcing herself to look down - she was afraid that she would stare and, even more problematic, imagine sinking her teeth in his neck.
"Of course." He sounded understanding.
For a terrifying half-second, she thought he'd guessed what she'd done before coming here.
"Regardless, feel free to help yourself to our stuff. Esme?" He turned away from her to face his wife, who was coming down the stairs. She walked into his arms, and both smiled.
Isabella felt like she was encroaching on a private moment and stepped back a little.
"Ahem." Carlisle cleared his throat. "We'll be back somewhere between midnight and one."
"Okay," Isabella said, nodding a little.
"We'll text when we're going home," Esme said with a warm, friendly smile. She did not look tired at all. In fact, she looked radiant, alive and awake. "Please feel free to call us if anything happens."
"Of course." Isabella nodded again. "Have fun!"
"Oh, we will," Esme said with another bright smile. She curled her arm through Carlisle's and pulled on his arm a little to get him in motion.
He send Isabella another tired smile, "we'll be back between midnight and one. Thanks again, Isabella."
"Of course, no problem, have fun," she repeated, closing the front door behind them as they left.
When they were gone, she released her breath in a deep sigh. What am I doing to myself? She was forming a childish attachment to a married man, just because he smelled nice. It was embarrassing, and she could never tell anyone. I just need to get over myself.
Quietly, she stepped into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As she drank the cool liquid, the dry itch in her throat became less insistent. It was like she could never drink enough from Edward to feel truly sated, not in the same way human blood did.
"Okay." She refilled her glass and went to explore the mansion. Downstairs, there was a garage. There was a red convertible mustang parked, and a silver volvo. It made it clear that the Cullens were made of money.
On the same floor as the garage, there was a massive living room that appeared to be completely unused, that's how clean it was. She didn't dare enter the room further, afraid to disturb what she interpreted as meticulous, precise decorating, so she skirted the edges of the room until she found the stairs again.
They led her back upstairs, into a double dining room. The kitchen was to her left, and the front door was on her right. Once again, it was meticulously decorated, and very clean. Not a hair was out of place. Esme must be a clean freak.
She continued her exploration, soundlessly taking the stairs to the third floor, where she could hear the twins sleep. Their heartbeats were regular and steady, and so were there breaths. They shared a bedroom, and she peeked inside to find the twins sleeping soundly - as expected. The room itself was cute, with pastel green walls and vinyl dino stickers. The ceiling had the constellations painted onto them with glow-in-the-dark paint. There wasn't much furniture, but it all seemed very functional.
One of the girls mumbled something and rolled over to the other side of the bed, drawing Isabella's attention. Briefly, she wondered if the girls were dreaming, and if so, what they were dreaming about.
It was oddly soothing to look at the sleeping twins. She leaned against the doorpost and watched them for a little while longer, until she picked up on Carlisle's mouth-watering scent again. Their bedroom must be on this floor too, she realised, feeling foul and stalkerish as she followed the scent to another room. The door was half open, and when she peeked inside, it was not a bedroom hidden behind it, but an office.
She stepped inside before she could stop herself.
In here, Carlisle's scent was everywhere. It surrounded her like a blanket, not too heavy, not too light, not too hot or cold, but exactly right.
She drew in a deep breath, and the ever-present embers in her throat lit up like a bonfire.
Automatically, she lifted the glass of water she'd been holding and took a few sips. It did disappointingly little to douse the fire. In fact, it only highlighted how it was water she was drinking, instead of the liquid her body now so strongly craved.
Surprised at the direction of her own thoughts, it took her too long to reign in the fantasy that filled her head - the attractive doctor in her arms, her teeth buried deep in his neck, his warm blood in her mouth…
"Stop it!" she whispered to herself, taking a step back, fleeing the office and closing the door behind her - a little too loud.
Down the hall, one of the girls woke up with a start, and immediately started crying.
Isabella rushed to the bedroom, thoughts of Carlisle instantly chased away - for now.
A/N2:The next chapter will be from Bella's pov too, and it's going to be "Temptations". I'm not sure when I'll be able to upload it, it depends on how much I can tear myself away from my MA thesis - and how burnt out I'll feel write-wise the coming weeks.
I don't know why I keep writing new stories when I'm actively writing a graduation thesis, this is the second time I've done it to myself lol.
And as always, I love reading your comments and hearing your thoughts. See y'all soon.