This is it Cullen. Moment of truth.

His fingers moved over soft silk. A warm tongue ran along his cock, warm and wet. He would not give in. heat encircled the swollen head and Emmett steeled his resolve, unwilling to surrender. Sound waves gently vibrated along sensitive flesh and his body tensed. He glared at a tree in focused determination and cut off his rising growl before it burst from his chest. Emmett's monster was entangled between rage and desire. He'd been trapped. This was bullshit! A small, warm hand was wrapping around his cock and a soft kiss was pressed to the pulsating head. His hips twitched.

"Talk to me, love."

No.

Another hand was moving up his thigh and Anala shifted slightly, licking the sensitive flesh just under the head of his cock. She stroked him slowly and firmly, drawing him closer. Her thumb swiped over the leaking tip and warm shocks radiated through his body. "Please baby? I miss the sound of your voice."

Emmett held to his silence. The voice in his head was screaming at him like an angry drill sergeant. Do you want her to win?!No. no he didn't. He wouldn't take the bait. Emmett had been doing very well until Anala had caught him off guard, demanding he stop then had lowered before him with a sweet smile, pulling his jeans around his knees. He was pissed, damn it! And it was her fault.

Anala sighed softly. "Fine then."

Wet heat engulfed his cock. Emmett threw his head back and clenched his jaw. Fuck! His hand tightened in her hair but he didn't move. Emmett couldn't bring himself to pull her off him but he also couldn't stop her. He struggled to hold onto his restraint. This wasn't supposed to go this way. He had been right there. In front of the house. Bella had attacked his mate and she would be dead if it weren't for Anala's fucking stubbo—shit that feels good! Emmett took an unneeded breath. Lust ensnared him and the urge to look down was challenging his concentration.

Don't look.

Emmett looked.

He was fucked. Anala was looking at him with those overwhelmingly green eyes surrounded with long smoky lashes. That mouth, that soft, dark red mouth he loved so much was parted to take his cock, the swollen lips stretching around him and her cheeks flushing prettily. Her hand stroked him slowly a few times. Emmett groaned as that tongue circled the head and took him a bit deeper, only enough to remind him how easy it would be to tilt his hips forward, to slide his girth into the hot cavern. He silently prayed. Let it end, God. When he received no result he switched tactics. Dear Goddess, please get a handle on your oracle. His cock was throbbing furiously, demanding he get his shit in gear. She was breaking him. She knew it too. A familiar tingle was building at the base of his spine and his balls drew tight, ready to burst. Anala moved away and Emmett roared angrily, his frustration peaking. His hand slammed against the jeep door, denting it deeply. I'm so sorry baby. I promise I'll fix you right up if I survive this. Anala looked unperturbed by his fight to hold on to his sanity. Amused even. He couldn't do it anymore. The anger was being smothered by the need his mate created in him. Emmett hissed.

"Fine!" he snapped. "I am officially talking to you."

The angry voice in his head was pissed.

Anala looked up at him through those long lashes. The golden flakes in her eyes shone in the gray daylight. "And?"

He growled down at her. "And I'm sorry I ignored you."

He was met with silence.

"I promise not to kill her."

She stared at him expectantly. That wasn't what she wanted to hear. Shit. Emmett wracked his brain as Anala's hand moved over his flesh languidly.

"I'm sorry about last night." the fight had just been wrongly timed. But today was a new day and apparently Anala existed solely to drive Emmett out of his mind. His thoughts went back to that morning. There had been yelling. A lot of it. Letting Bella live was one thing but letting her get within five feet of his mate? No. of course Anala had insisted, saying she was going anyway because she was so unbelievably goddamn stubborn. She had that look in her eyes that infuriatingly turned him on and drove him mad. Anala wanted to talk to her. Yeah. Emmett wanted to talk too. He had pulled the car keys from her hand and picked up his own. He wouldn't be happy about it but he sure as hell wasn't letting her go alone. Admittedly he had seriously considered going in and killing Bella right there in her bedroom. But he didn't do it. Because he was in love. Bella should be thanking the universe for the stroke of extreme luck. The only thing standing in Emmett's way was own love had actually angered him. He wanted to kill Bella Swan but wouldn't because Anala's happiness was more important, despite whatever rage he may feel. Yet the evil, conniving minx tested not only his sanity but his temper. "And this morning," Emmett continued, gruffly. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

His cock was throbbing, leaking presume. Green eyes stared steadily up at him, filled with heat. Plump lips parted. "And?"

Emmett's head fell back against the jeep behind him. She wanted more. What else was there? What was he forgetting? He needed to say something but he couldn't even think properly. He looked down at Anala, drank in her beauty, and relinquished the last bit of control he'd been holding on to. A low groan left him. "Please, Angel . . ."

Anala tilted her head a bit. "You're adorable." she smiled cheekily. "Airtight. But you have to be good, okay?"

He nodded obediently. yes. Anything. She'd won. A growl burst out of his lungs as Anala was wrapping her mouth around him again. It was warm and wet and perfect. Emmett began to guide her over him and this time she encouraged him, moaning around him as he held her hair in his fist and out of her face. Anala's hand and mouth moved in a flawless synchronization, the sensation making his mind haze. Emmett release a throaty moan as his hips bucked and he was suddenly cumming in deep, endless spurts. The tension was released in hot waves that linked directly to his throbbing member. Anala was still lowered before him, tongue collecting every last drop. Emmett released her hair and ran his fingers over her moist lips. Her tongue peeked out, brushing against them. Her face lowered and Emmett enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasm as he let Anala gently tuck him into his jeans as she pulled them back up. She straightened, head only coming to his chest and Emmett caught her hands on his zipper. Anala looked up and he swooped down to capture that sinful mouth. Soft lips yielded under his own and Emmett purred as he tasted his essence on her tongue. He deepened the kiss, needing to have more of her. His arms wrapped around her curvaceous form and Anala moaned softly as she held his shoulders.

"I am sorry," he told her when he pulled back. "About this morning."

Anala looked at him. "I know. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have called you an asshole."

He paused. "You didn't."

"oh." she frowned a bit. "I thought I said that out loud."

Emmett released her and turned to press his hand against the jeep door, sighing. "It's all your fault."

"I'm sure your hunk of metal will be alright."

He soothingly patted the vehicle, letting the jibe slide. "She didn't meant it baby."

"I'll leave the two of you alone." Emmett watched his mate retreat several steps as he buttoned his jeans. Emmett loved that woman wholly, stubborn and maddening as she was beneath all that kindness. Anala was his. Always. She whirled and disappeared into black. Emmet chuckled softly, shaking his head. He turned to look at the dented door, groaning miserably.

"Goddamn it."

"Unbelievable."

Esme glanced up from the pot to Edward, who was shaking his head incredulously. She followed his gaze across the kitchen to where Emmett was pressing a slow kiss to Anala's lips, and then another as he stepped between her thighs where she sat on the counter. It was nice seeing them calm together once more.

"Weren't they at each other's throats less than three hours ago?" Edward paused, rolling his eyes. "Yes I know you can hear me Em."

Everything seemed normal now. At least as normal as was possible to be after a family member was attacked by a supernatural weapon. The night had been filled with shock and fear and blood but with the day had come with a sense of serenity despite everything that had happened. But at least Edward was beginning to work through it and no one was killed. However in the aftermath Emmett and Anala had been on opposing sides of a heated argument. The stubbornness in them both paired with Emmett's temper did nothing to make it tranquil. But anger or no, Emmett would protect her, unwilling to allow her to be at any risk. In turn his lovely little mate soothed him, kept him centered, despite his tendency to blow his short fuse from time to time. But Anala could hold her own against him, the woman's intelligence not to be underestimated. Esme added nutmeg and cinnamon to the pot and stirred the creamy brown substance.

Rosalie snorted. "Please, that was nothing."

"You're one to talk. You and Emmett never fought. You went to war."

Anala giggled, looking to them. "I can picture it."

Esme laughed softly. "Oh yes. I've kicked these two out of here more often than I'd care to admit. I worried the house would not survive it."

Emmett smirked. "Glad that's over."

Rosalie raised a pale brow at him. "Oh, so you didn't love me?"

"Of course it did. Still do. But I like you better when you don't turn into an angry she-beast and try to tear my head off."

"I'll miss that."

"Sadist."

Esme lowered the flame. "I for one, will not miss it. You're both too hard-headed to come to peaceful terms."

Anala shifted impatiently, eyeing the pot Esme had been standing over. It was what had drawn her into the kitchen in the first place. "What are you making?" she asked innocently.

Esme didn't look up as she added ingredients. "You'll know when it's finished."

Anala huffed.

"You should eat something more substantial anyway. How about some—"

"Chocolate?"

"No." Anala groaned and the others laughed.

"I will have that chocolate."

Esme pointed to her with the wooden spoon she held. "You will wait."

"Fine." Anala pouted as she slid off the counted. "I'm going to go cry on the couch."

Emmett folded his arms across his chest, lips curling into a grin as he watched the woman head for the entrance. "Have fun with that babe."

"I will!"

Her footsteps became farther away and as soon as she was out of earshot, Rosalie stepped forward and leaned her arms on the island. She looked at Emmett with bright, eager eyes. "So . . .?"

Emmett glared at her. "Shut up."

Warning bells began to chime in Esme's head.

"Oh come on! I can't take it anym—"

"Rose!"

"Be that way then." she smirked. "Mom's going to kick your ass when she finds out."

Esme looked to her children, properly suspicious. "Alright, what is it this time?"

Emmett replied quickly. "Nothing." Rosalie gave Emmett a look and Edward smiled but said nothing. Esme didn't trust it. There was a vicious cycle of destruction with her children. It was almost uncanny how much trouble they could get themselves into through the years and their homes always payed the price. Esme had developed a sense for it. And Emmett was by far the most prone to trouble. His impish behaviors and youthful spirit didn't help, neither did the endearing dimples and unfortunately for her, Esme had a soft spot for her youngest son. But she was going to put a stop to whatever it was they were thinking up this time. She was not having it. Not after the last time they had thought up a brilliant scheme.

"Emmett Dale McCarty Cullen—"

"Ooh, she went full name on your ass."

Emmett hissed at the blonde. "Fuck off."

"Enough, both of you." she looked to Emmett and he held his hands out in surrender.

"It's not anything bad, I promise. But please don't ask me to tell you."

"That doesn't help you." Esme braced a hand on her hip. "You can't tell me?"

"No."

"Can't or won't?"

Rosalie and Edward spoke in unison. "Wont."

Emmett shot them a glare. "Uh, a little bit of both."

"But it isn't bad?"

He shook his head. "No! It's just . . . no, it isn't bad."

"hm." she wasn't convinced. Her eyes narrowed. "Is this going to destroy my house or anger your father?"

"I should hope not."

"Do I need to remind you of the stair incident?"

"No, ma'am."

Esme sighed. "This thing I'm not 'allowed' to know, will you tell me eventually?"

He smiled. "Of course."

"Alright fine." she waved a hand, turning back to the stove. "Get out, all of you."

Esme listened as they wandered into the living room to join Anala and Jasper. Now she was curious. Edward and Rosalie clearly knew but Emmett seemed adamant about this. She didn't think too hard on it however. She would find out eventually. But still, Esme wondered if there was something she had missed that was a part of it. Emmett had not been very happy, if that morning was anything to go by but he seemed calmer upon his return. Much more . . . tranquil. His car however, was damaged. Was that what he'd been talking about?

"Emmett!" she called. "What happened to the jeep?"

Anala's laughter rang through the house.