Disclaimer: All the Twilight stuff belongs to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing in her sandbox.

Author's Note: If you aren't in the mood for a very long lemon, skip this chapter and you will miss nothing, plot wise that is. My Thursday needed a little brightening up, so I thought I'd share this with you a day early. Brighten my day an let me know if you like it - To those of you that correspond with me and continue to enjoy the story, this chapter is for you . . . I think you'll enjoy it . . .

Warning: This chapter is almost completely a lemon, you miss nothing that you don't already have in the plot if you wish to skip it. It is fairly intimate.

Chapter 62 A Winter Afternoon

BPOV

I slipped on a light jacket and walked to the back patio. I knew that Edwards four siblings were surrounding the house, keeping watch. Since it was a vampire that was after me, I didn't see the harm in sitting in the sun and enjoying myself for a few minutes. The structure of the house would hardly stop them anyway and they would be able to smell and hear exactly where I was in the house, so hiding was out of the question. It wasn't as though I could just lock the door and not worry about it!

I heard him before I saw him, the huge russet colored wolf that came loping up to me and sat down next to my chair on the patio. He crooked his head at me, his tongue lolling out between his teeth, and I scratched the top of his head and behind one ear.

"I wish I could know what you were thinking, like Edward can. Are you okay like this . . . as a wolf I mean? I know it must suck sleeping in the woods, but you can sleep in comfort if you want to, you know. Charlie has gone and you can come in and have your room just like you did before you phased into a wolf, Jake."

He shook his head and sneezed, wiping his paw over his muzzle and looking back at my face again. I had to laugh. "I know, I know. They smell bad to you and you smell bad to them. You know, you both smell just fine to me," I said as I took my hand from his fur and placed it back in my lap, tilting my head back in the rocker and closing my eyes. Stupid ridiculous natural enemy bullshit if you asked me, as well as each of them detesting the smell of the other.

It was the first time in over two weeks that there was no one here that my new family had to hide anything from, no one we had to pretend for. Edward felt free to move through the house at his speed, not having to slow everything down. He had cooked me lunch, Edward being Edward and not wanting me to do much of anything. Maybe it was just that he loved me and liked to do things for me . . . I shouldn't be so hard on him. He was so sweet to me, especially right now with the baby coming soon.

"Edward," I called to him in just a normal speaking voice. He was instantly sitting in the rocker next to me, holding my hand. I hadn't even closed my lips from uttering his name. God I loved vampires. It was a fairly sunny afternoon for mid winter and I opened my eyes to see his skin throwing rainbows and sparkling in the faint sunshine. He looked amazing and I couldn't help but stare, my hand moved of its own accord to brush against his cheeks.

"Yes, I know, Jacob. I know," Edward nodded his head.

"What? What did he say, Edward?" I asked.

He shook his head as he told me, "He said that it was hard for him to think of me as a fierce scary vampire while I sparkled." I had to smile, I agreed with him. To look at him now, the soft smile on his beautiful face, it was hard indeed to consider that he was a fierce predator . . . but he was.

Edward paused for a moment, reaching to my neck to pick up the necklace he had designed for me as a birthday gift. He held it in his palm, the diamonds that encrusted the E were sparkling much like the flesh on the hand that held the jewels.

"You really like it, love?" he asked.

"I love it, sweetheart. Haven't you noticed, I almost never take it off. Kind of like you almost never take off the swan ring I gave you," I told him, staring into his other worldly face as it reflected points of light in all directions.

Jake huffed. It was an obvious move to show how obnoxious he thought our being so sickeningly sweet to each other was. I needed no translation for that one.

"Too bad, Jake . . . and we needn't get a room, we have a whole house . . . ," Edward smirked at him.

He huffed again and nudged me as he got up and started back into the forest.

"Jake," Edward called to him. He turned around and walked back to us questioningly. "Carlisle just called. It seems that Emily is insisting on coming with Sam, something about understanding being in love with mythological creatures," he said shaking his head. "He seemed to feel like she was coming because Sam was so hostile towards us," he told both Jake and I.

Edward appeared to be listening to Jake's thoughts in what was to me, a silent conversation . . .

"You guys quit leaving me out! Edward, what did he say just then?" I demanded, sitting up straight in my chair to emphasize my point. Edward took one of my hands in both of his.

"He said, 'You knew that before you called him, bloodsucker. You've talked to him back in Forks even before that. He hates you . . . all of you'." He looked up at Jake.

"It's alright, Jacob. Having Emily here as well as Sue is probably a good idea, though I hate putting another human in danger with rogue vampires around," Edward told him.

"Yea, Sam can be a little overbearing. Emily can handle him though," Edward translated for Jake, "I'm gonna go get some lunch and do a couple of laps around town to see if the bloodsuckers have been there today. I'll be back before they get here from Atlanta, hopefully Sam will be helpful quickly and I can learn how to control this shit."

"Thanks, Jake. I'm sure Sam can help," I said as he loped off into the cover of the trees.

"He really is a good friend to you, Bella. He cares for you more than he lets on," Edward said, staring at my hands.

"Yes he is a great friend. I know he loves me, sweetheart. I love him," I stated quietly, hoping Edward would understand.

He looked up at me, starring completely into my soul. I watched in wonder as the gentle, loving face and amber eyes of my husband changed. Edward's eyes became molten, the amber color starting to almost swirl, black mixing in the edges as his jawline seemed to become more angular, more rigid. His lips lost their soft shape and became hard lines. Any hint of my gently husband was fast disappearing as his eyes darkened to black.

I was standing before I realized that he had moved. My arms were crossed over my chest with his holding them there, encircling me from behind as one of his legs forced my legs to spread wider, his legs bent and his erection grinding into me from behind.

"Mine," he growled into my ear.

His reaction startled but did not frighten me. My gently, loving husband was also a vampire, and something I had said set him off. His need to claim me was obvious by the growls as well as the hardened length that he pressed against my backside. I felt myself being pushed up against the patio table and bent forward over it for a split second, then we were in the living room, my jeans gone and my body bent over the arm at the end of the sofa, allowing my belly to drop down in front of the cushioned arm of the sofa and my elbows to rest on the cushions to keep pressure off the baby. Edward had spread my legs with his, holding my hips from behind.

"Mine," he growled, even more fiercely than before. His continual growl was almost deafening and the ferocity was incomprehensible. I would have thought him completely out of control except for the fact that he had reconsidered laying me over the table outside. Laying on my belly was no longer an option with Masen as large as he was. Though my husband was roughly having his way with me from behind, with me bent over the furniture, he had chosen his location carefully - perfect to insure that he did not hurt me or the baby.

No kisses, no caressing, no gentle touches . . . just the driving need to claim me, his pants still around his waist but unzipped. He never slowed his pace. The second time he paused, growling "You are mine," as he sat me facing him on the small table that stood behind the sofa. I held his shoulders, my body leaned back to allow space for the baby as he stood between my open legs and scooted my rear slightly out over the edge of the table, his hands holding each of my thighs as close to my center as possible, his grip almost painful. He was absolutely feral, his unblinking eyes piercing me as he held me in place. Edward's teeth were bared to me and he was snarling as he came, roaring loudly and seeming to blur slightly his movements in and out were so rapid. I called out his name, my hands tangled in his hair and staring into the eyes of my vampire. He bent his head and leaned over slightly to rest his forehead on my shoulder as he stilled, releasing his iron grip from the inside of my thighs and putting his hands behind my back to support me as he leaned in.

He lifted me easily, one arm under my bottom and the other holding me to him and walked to the other side of the sofa, bending to sit me on the sofa with him kneeling in front of me. His eyes left mine and moved down the front of me, starring at me opened to him before they moved back up my body to my chest. I stroked his soft hair with one hand and held his jaw in the other as he stared. Taking the time to unzip my hoodie, he shredded the sweater under it, removing the bra in pieces as his hands caressed my breasts, me leaning back on the sofa in a sitting position and him still kneeling in front of it. He leaned slightly and brought both of his hands to the sides of my belly, bending to kiss my baby bump before his hands found their way to my breasts. He leaned into my neck nuzzling close as he inhaled deeply and paused there for a minute before he and kissed and licked his way down to my breasts. He looked up at me for a moment, his eyes meeting mine as he snarled again, teeth glistening.

"I love you, Edward, more than anything. I'm only yours," I said softly, still stroking his hair and moving stray locks off of his forehead.

He latched on to one nipple and gently started sucking and massaging my breast. My nipples wee so sensitive. I screamed his name over and over again as he rocked into me with more force and sucked harder.

The instant he managed to start fluid flowing from my breast several things happened at once. His body became completely rigid, muscles tensing to the point of being stone as his length grew impossibly larger, stretching me like never before as he released continually into me. He had drank from me before on several occasions, but we had never been connected in this way when he did.

Oh my God!

I screamed. I couldn't help it, the pleasure was more than I could bear. It felt as though he was consuming me and I would burst from his efforts. Had he been human, blood would have been pouring from the trenches my fingernails were making in his shoulders and back, ripping his shirt in the process. I was coming unglued as he continued to drink from me.

As it had happened last time, his actions became almost painful as he consumed all the fluid my breast had to offer him. It felt as though he would suck my toes up through my breast and once again I found myself in need of stopping him. I combed my fingers through his hair a few times before I slowly moved my palm around to cup his cheek, a growl emanating from him as he continued to suck. I thrust a single finger into the very corner of his lips, effectively breaking his suction and garnering a loud growl from him as he lifted his head to snarl at me, threatening. I covered the nipple of that breast with my hand, inches from his teeth as he snarled, moving his head side to side in the process as a predator would before he struck.

"It hurts, sweetheart," I told him and the look crossing his face was as though I crushed him. He immediately dropped his head to rest his ear against my heart for a moment while I continued to stroke his face and hair. I instantly realized my mistake. He thought he hurt me, I had said that it hurt. Damn. I needed to fix this fast.

"I had no idea it was possible to feel this good, Edward," I almost moaned. He raised his head and stared into my eyes. I gestured to the other breast and turned slightly, bringing the nipple closer to his face. His smile was blinding as he licked and kissed the other nipple causing it to pebble as he took it into his mouth and sucked. His eyes never left mine and we gazed at each other this time as he once again grew to a size I was unaccustomed to, stretching me once again as he filled me with his release. It wasn't but a moment before I was screaming his name, still staring into his coal black eyes as they looked up at me through his impossibly thick lashes. His lips released me this time when he sensed the fluid was gone from me, resting his head once again against my chest. He held me to him, his body in mine till he felt me shaking.

Looking up with his chin still on my chest, I heard, "I love you, Bella. You are everything to me . . . everything. Are you alright?"

"I'm better than alright, sweetheart. I am a little cold, though . . . from the inside out," I added shyly. I suspected the chills were caused by the large volume of cold liquid now contained within me from his continual releases. I hardly noticed him gone when I felt him lift me, placing me in front of our fireplace onto the soft futon he had retrieved from our bedroom upstairs and covering me with the down comforter. He had a roaring fire going in front of us in no time as he laid behind me on top of the covers, insisting that I get warm before he join me. He was still fully clothed, other than the rips in the shoulders of his shirt that I had made.

I pulled the comforter off me and turned my back to the warm fire, hugging him to me. He continued to tell me how much he loved me, how happy he was that he had found me and I had married him, and how sorry he was that he had ever left me. He gently started removing my clothing, what was left of it, as I unbuttoned his shirt.

His eyes were amber now, his lips full and the lines of his face softened. This was my gentle husband with me now, and he wanted to make love to me. He removed my socks, pausing to massage my feet for a moment. He kissed his way up my body till I could reach the buttons of his shirt, undoing them and sliding it off his shoulders to expose the muscled chest of my husband.

"Stand up for me, sweetheart," I asked. He complied instantly and I sat in front of him and unzipped his already unbuttoned jeans, pulling them and his boxer briefs down for him to step out of, his shoes already off. I ran my hands up and down the inside of his thighs, scratching lightly like I knew he loved and he sat down in front of me on the futon, one foot beside my butt and his knee bent up with his elbow propped on it and the other leg tucked in front of him touching my crossed legs. The fire was roaring and I was toasty warm in spite of being completely naked.

He had not kissed me when he had claimed me earlier and I loved his kisses. His lips consumed mine, gently moving with them and his tongue traced along the line between my lips, asking for entry. I opened my mouth to him and his tongue entered and caressed mine slowly, passionately. He held me to him and deepened the kiss even more, all the love he had for me flowing readily to me through his kiss. He dropped his raised leg down and pulled me to his lap, my legs dangling on either side of his lap as we continued to kiss, his hands in my hair and holding me to him tracing patterns on my back as my hand grasped the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

We stared into each others eyes as I scooted back and then moved forward, my belly forced him to lie back on the futon. He felt impossibly good inside me and I moaned almost continually, telling him how good it felt and how much I loved him and how I wanted him. . . . how happy I was to be his wife and how much I wanted to be with him forever. He reached for my breasts, cupping them gently and running his thumbs over the nipples and I screamed out in pleasure, his name on my lips over and over again as my passion consumed me, taking him with me as he screamed my name as well. Every muscle in his body tensed and his hands clutched my hips in an effort to hold me to him or to keep me from falling off of him . . . it didn't matter as long as he held tightly. I loved him beyond all reason, as he loved me.

He lifted me off of him and laid me beside him in front of the fire, enveloping us in the softness of the down comforter as we both drifted off to sleep, our arms around each other holding tightly the one thing we each could not live without.

A knock at the door woke me, the fire had died down and it was dark outside. Edward stirred as well, looking up at me sleepily as I propped myself up on an elbow to kiss his lips.

"Come in, Alice," he said in a normal voice, turning his attention to me as the pixie danced into the room and sat on the sofa beside us.

"I just came to let you know that Carlisle will be back with Emily and Sam in a few hours and it would be better if this place didn't reek of sex when they arrived," she snickered, her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands as she sat on the sofa and stared at us.

Edward pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. I didn't know if it was simple irritation at her calmly sitting there with us lying not three feet away naked and sated in front of the fire or if it was from something he read from her thoughts.

"Thanks for waking us, Alice. I would have hated for Sam to walk in and find us still sleeping here," I laughed. Edward growled loudly at the thought, but kept his eyes closed, his body turned towards me.

"I admit, I also wanted to make sure you weren't hurt. No visions with blood like when I sent Carlisle down here, but they probably heard Edward growling all the way in town," she said with a grin, " . . . and you screaming." She rose from the sofa and danced towards the door, turning to say, "I must admit you've brought out a side of Edward that we never knew existed."

"Alice, as much as I love you and I know you see us in your visions, but I would rather you didn't see Edward naked in the flesh, brother or not. If you expect us to get up and air out the place, you need to leave so that we can," I said with a smile, Edward chuckled, snuggling into me and kissing my chest. He was hidden from her view under the covers, one arm was thrown over me, his hand holding my butt.

I paused, my head thrown back in reaction to his efforts and a moan escaped my lips. I regained control of my thoughts momentarily, and with great difficulty told Alice that unless she wanted to see us making love she really needed to leave, now . . . promising that the room would be aired out and we would be dressed, showered and fresh long before they arrived.

"Good," she said coyly as she peeked back in from the porch, "Three hours. That's all you have. Oh, and you're killing Jasper out here. It's hard to keep alert and be watchful while having sex, you know, even for us clairvoyant vampires!" She shut the door just as Edward hurled a cushion from the sofa at her. Edward's family certainly makes life interesting.

~oooOooo~

Jacob POV

I just stood there. I knew I shouldn't, but I just couldn't help myself. She was so damned beautiful. He was lying in front of the fireplace in the living room and she sat astride him, her head thrown back and her hair so long it brushed against the top of his legs, stretched out behind her. How many times had I dreamed of her riding me like that . . .

As I looked at her, I noticed that her skin was flawless. I had stared at her before in the tank tops she wore to bed when we shared an apartment . . . shared a bed, but this was different. She was completely naked and I could see all of her from her long neck, the tendons strained from her exertions, down over her breasts, larger now that she was pregnant. Her belly was round and distended, not the taunt flat line from hip bone to hip bone that used to peak out from under her t shirts, just above the line of her jeans, but her body was still toned.

He held her hips as she leaned back, her hands on his thighs to hold herself up as she writhed above him, unobservant of anything other than him. She told him how much she loved him, how happy he made her, how glad she was to be his wife and how she never ever wanted to be parted from him. As she sat back up on him he reached up, cupping her breasts in each of his hands. She screamed his name, Bella fucking screamed as the bloodsucker growled and roared beneath her. It was her choice . . . and clearly she had chosen him.

I had come running nearly from town when I had heard her scream before, my hearing now magnified well beyond anything a human could hear. I stopped dead in my tracks when I got to the house and saw through the window the reason for the scream.

He was completely gentle with her though . . . and loving. His movements were obviously controlled, letting her set the pace she was comfortable with given her condition. He was a stone cold piece of granite with almost unfathomable strength, capable of crushing stone as easily as a child would squeeze play dough in their hand . . . yet he did not hurt her. As a matter of fact, he was obviously giving her a great deal of pleasure.

She loved him. I had known that all along . . . and he loved her, any fool could see it clearly whenever they were together. I had never seen a look like the one on her face now though, her features soft and her eyes molten chocolate. She was consumed with the feelings she had for him, totally blissed. She appeared almost dreamlike, a vision of all things womanly as she rode him, her belly round with his child and her body filled with his. She was absolutely beautiful . . . like pictures or artists renditions of princesses and faeries of long ago.

I loved her so much, I had to protect her. I had to allow her this life with him if it gave her that much happiness. I left through the woods back towards town, to make sure my girl got everything she wanted. I would not quit till I ended Victoria . . . for Billy and Bella.