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Warning: This story contains graphic sexual content, language, and violence – please do not read if you are underage or do not wish to read that sort of thing!
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And thank you all for being so patient with me these past months! I'm happy to say my Mom is home now (because the insurance ran out, don't even get me started on that), so now it's just a wait and see how she does. She won't get better mentally, of course, but hopefully her physical health will keep improving. She did manage to remember my birthday (with only one reminder)...which meant the world to me. *sniff*
I listened to two songs pretty much the entire time I was editing this. The first half: Give Me A Sign by Breaking Benjamin. Second half: Unbreak by Ryan Star. Both songs have parts that just fit what I was going for. Links will be on my profile if you are interested.
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"Bella?" I gasped in shock, immediately sending her large doses of calm.
She continued to stare at me silently, her eyes wide and unblinking. Though I could almost see the wheels turning. Oh, fuck.
"Baby, please say something," I pleaded nervously.
"It's all so murky - like a dream," she said in confusion, furrowing her eyebrows as she tried to remember. "It's me, but it's not me...no...tell me that didn't really happen, tell me it didn't...please," she begged, her distress spreading across her beautiful face.
"Bella..."
"Oh my God, I killed someone, Jasper!" she exclaimed in horror, quickly removing herself from my lap. I kept hold of her hand tightly, needing to keep her calm as much as possible with my gift. This was my only chance. If she ran again...I couldn't rely on my gift, not even knowing how I knocked her out in the first place.
"No, you didn't..."
"No?" she mocked me. "Because I can see it in my mind, Jasper...I can see myself," she grabbed at her hair, pulling angrily on it in fist-fulls, "...tearing into his neck and draining him!"
I took a deep breath, my lungs pulling her into me. "Yes, but..."
"Then I killed him! Oh, God," she choked as she wiped her mouth forcefully with the back of her hand and inspected it for blood. There was none, simply because I had cleaned her lips with my tongue earlier – but I wasn't about to tell her that piece of information while she was falling apart.
"I killed him, Bella...me, not you. I'm the one that brought him to you – you are not to blame for his death," I tried to get her to understand. She growled and glared at me in accusation. To her, I had let her down. But it was the only way I had to stop her, to save her – and I wasn't sorry for keeping her safe. I could never regret that, no matter how much she hated me in this moment.
"How could you do that to me? How could you, Jasper?" Each word was laced with her anger, hurt, and feelings of betrayal – and each word tore into my chest just a little more. I had essentially hurt her, my mate – but it was to save her, my soul reminded me once again. My heart and soul came to the same conclusion as before – anything, for her.
"How could you make me do something like that..."
This is where I had to cut her off, because there was something that she wasn't realizing, something that she hadn't thought about – but I had. It was partly why I didn't feel as guilty as I probably should...
Because it was inevitable. At some point, and probably sooner rather than later, she would have needed to feed. She wasn't that far from reaching her first smattering of civilization when she doubled back. If I had let her continue on her course, it could have been so much worse...so many more.
"Did you think you could avoid all human contact your entire way to Texas, Bella? Did you think that you wouldn't run across their scents at some point? Run into a town?" I questioned, wincing at my own words. I knew this would hurt her more to realize but I also knew, I needed to do this for her. She needs to come to terms with what she is...a vampire. A vampire who will always crave humans, always hunger for their blood – like it or not. I could only hope she wouldn't tear me to pieces for pointing it out.
Her eyes widened and then narrowed into black slits. She was extremely pissed. I didn't care. My balls and cock on the other hand, cared very fucking much and shrank back at her steely glare.
"What are you insinuating...that I would have wiped out a whole fucking town all on my own? I wouldn't do that!" she growled, while her shield flickered and pushed. I could feel it trying to force away the mist of calm I had her under. I pushed more back at her, hoping it would hold out. Too damn strong for her own good.
"I'm not insinuating anything – I know you would have...and it's okay, Bella. It's okay that you would have," I assured her, watching her warily as she began blocking me little by little, her anger increasing steadily. Her body leaned away from mine unconsciously at my words and I desperately tightened my grasp on her hand. "You will learn to control your thirst and be able to manage around humans and small amounts of fresh blood, but not yet. I'm not saying you'll lack control, not at all. But you can't expect to never be tempted, to never falter in the years to come...because I can assure you, it will happen. You need to accept what you are, otherwise you'll be miserable. I'll do anything keep you safe and make you happy, Bella. Please let me do that, please don't shut me out," I pleaded with her.
"Shut you out?" she hissed. "Oh, that's fucking golden coming from someone who kept his whole past from me! Did you not think I needed to know about that?" she yelled.
I winced at her accusation, because she was right. I had purposefully kept it from her and I didn't think my excuses were going to cut it – I'm really fucking getting sick of Char being right all the time.
"I'm sorry. You're right, I should have told you," I apologized. "I'll tell you anything...everything...just," I paused, tugging on her hand – hoping she would sit with me again. I needed her closer; just this amount of distance was too much for me to handle after almost losing her. She studied me for a moment as she held her ground stubbornly and then reluctantly let me pull her into my lap, both of her legs resting over my thighs. I sighed in relief as I wrapped my arms around her and she instinctively laid her head down on my shoulder and closed her eyes in contentment.
She was still putting off some intense anger but it felt so right holding her this way, just being together. I can't imagine a single second of time without her existing in this world, by my side. Which leads me back to breaking the hold that bitch has over her. How? How do I break instinct...how do I stop something so ingrained into our species? I have no fucking clue and I'm petrified that all of this will have been for nothing and that I'm doomed to lose her in the end. No, this is not some fucking tragic love story and I refuse to accept that fate, there has to be some way...
"Tell me," her voice broke through my dark musings, her lips brushing against the side of my neck as she spoke, bringing me back to her. "Please tell me what she did to you," she pleaded, her anger dissipating and being replaced by sadness as she pulled back slightly to look up into my eyes.
This was tricky, because it was going to be like adding fuel to an already raging fire. If she wanted vengeance before, after hearing more...she'd leave nothing but destruction in her quest to get to Maria.
"I'll tell you, all of it...but you need to keep your shield down and let me keep you calm, or I'll stop," I stated firmly. I wasn't negotiating this with her – we would do this my way; too much was at stake.
She glared at me for a moment but nodded anyway, her curiosity and concern winning out in the end. "Fine," she replied curtly, while snuggling further into me and breathing my scent in deeply. I wondered again, if she realized how much her actions contradicted her tone. I decided it was best not to mention it at this point, for fear of losing a body part...I am rather attached to all of them. I'm also not a fan of glittery pink polish - that's more Peter's color.
I told her how Maria found me, changed me. I told her all of it; her sick starvation games, her punishments, the brutal battles for feeding territory. She winced when I explained that when I was a newborn I had thought Maria truly loved me; that after a decade's worth of working on my gift, I realized it was never love at all and just a sick, twisted obsession with controlling me – but by then it was too late.
"It took you a decade to manage your gift?" she gasped.
"Yes and I'm still learning, apparently, because up until today, I had no idea I could render another vampire unconscious," I admitted.
"But you said that I was normal, that I wasn't a freak..."
"You are normal, Bella. I imagine we don't know all there is to know about your shield yet – and that will likely take some time," I reassured her.
"You sound upset about that," she observed suspiciously, her hand idly playing with a lock of my hair. God, her touch feels fucking amazing.
"I'll admit that it worries me a little. You are a very strong vampire, Bella, and that can draw unwanted attention from...others," I hinted cautiously.
"You mean from the Volturi, the ones that Carlisle was talking about?" she asked, her eyebrows scrunching together in deep thought. I tried to keep focused on our conversation, but there was only one thought continuously looping through my mind at the moment...
Love her...love her so fucking much it hurts. Please don't leave me.
Without even realizing I had moved, my lips were hovering over hers. I could literally taste her sweet breath as she exhaled through slightly parted lips and I watched as she immediately inhaled, taking my breath in return for hers.
"Yes," I said, finally answering her question. She didn't seem concerned with my answer anymore anyway as she closed the sliver of air between us, molding our lips together perfectly. Like two halves of a whole, we were perfection and symmetry when combined. My tongue darted out to touch hers and her responding moan vibrated through my entire body; my entire being. Then...
She pulled back suddenly.
"Did you love her?" she gasped in horror, her eyes wide and fearful.
What the fuck? Love who? – surely she can't mean Maria...
"Did you love...Maggie?" she clarified.
"What?" I gasped, equally horrified. "No, Bella...absolutely not. Our arrangement was purely a physical one. There was no emotion in it, for either of us. We were lonely, looking for a mental and physical escape from our hell for a few hours from time to time. We managed that with sex. That was all it was, nothing more. To be brutally honest, if I had been ordered to kill her at any time, I believe I would have done so without issue."
"Then why did you do it? I mean, I get what you are saying about needing that...but couldn't you just...you know...fantasize and get the same effect?" she asked, her embarrassment nudging and pushing against the calm.
"Why didn't I fantasize and masturbate? Is that what you are asking me?" I asked her, teasingly and suggestively. My cock groaned and cursed me for it...but I ignored him. I was getting good at that, unfortunately.
"Um...yes?" she squeaked. So fucking adorable. I bet she'd look fucking adorable while I fucked her too. Okay, maybe I wasn't ignoring him completely.
She sucked on her bottom lip as she waited for me to answer. Jesus, it's so hard to resist her. I could feel that mate-pulling rope between us tugging us tighter together, encouraging us to claim each other fully. Even the damn rope was against me at this point. I groaned in frustration causing my conscience to give me a smug satisfied smirk. Fucker.
"To be honest I was afraid that it wouldn't be enough," I explained cryptically, though I knew she'd ask what I meant. I was hoping she wouldn't, but she was also far too observant for her own good.
"What do you mean by that?" Like I said.
"I was afraid that if I didn't...take care of that physical need fully...that I'd eventually like being with Maria," I told her shamefully. It was the truth and something I'd feared every single time I had been with her; that I would eventually lose myself completely to her.
Bella growled and breathed deeply as I forced her to keep looking into my eyes. "I never liked it, Bella! It wasn't until later that I realized, there was never any threat of that happening. Never."
My cock had tried to get that across to me many times back then, but I didn't start listening until near the very end.
"Are you saying when you were with her you never...uh...," she groaned and hid her face into my chest. "I'm so bad at talking about this, help me out here, Jasper," she begged.
"Came?" I asked, shocked that she would want to know that piece of information and dreading telling her.
She nodded into my chest.
"No...not never," I replied reluctantly and her head snapped up. "She...she made me once. It was after being starved for weeks and she...well, she offered me a shot glass full of blood if I...if I came inside her as payment," I admitted, my shame projecting onto her; I could feel it but was powerless to stop it. It was my weakest moment, one that I have forever regretted. Peter had tried countless times to tell me that it was simply survival and nothing else and it meant nothing, but I couldn't help but be disgusted with myself for giving in to her; even if it was only in body. Now I know why Maria did it... She knew I wasn't her mate, but it wasn't going to stop her from trying; delusional fucking bitch thought it might strengthen my feelings for her.
"Hey, it's okay...I know you didn't want to," she said, her fingers gripping my jaw and forcing me to look at her.
"I'm so sorry, Bella..."
"Shh," she shushed me as she barely brushed her lips across mine. "I understand, there's nothing to forgive. I've got you now," she continued to sooth, rocking me gently as I held onto her. "She'll never harm you again, Jasper. Never again, because you know what?"
My lips were pressed against the smooth skin of her neck while her hand rested on the back of my head, holding me against her with her strength – not that I minded. "What?" I mumbled absentmindedly, as I began to trace her now venom filled carotid artery with the very tip of my tongue.
"Because I'm going to kill her, Jasper. She's going to pay a thousand times over for what she's done to you...I promise," she growled sharply, abruptly. My eyes snapped open and my head jerked back as far as her hand would allow.
"Bella, no! Listen to me...fuck," I gasped, panicking as she successfully shut me out. "Drop your shield...let me back in so I can keep you calm, please!...
She looked to be warring with herself as she heard my broken pleas - which was progress, but not nearly enough.
"Do it for me...do it for your mate... Please...," I begged desperately, clutching her to me and trying futilely once again to calm her.
"Jasper," she gritted, shaking her head back and forth. "I can't...I'm trying...but I can't control my shield. Tell me...please, tell me what to do..."
I wished, not for the first time, there was a sign, some higher power to tell me how to save her, how to break through her vampire instinct.
I was desperately trying to come up with something, anything, to end this, when I remembered Char's message; 'use the rope'.
Could that be my sign? Could she mean...that? Now?
My conscience stood up and stared me down.
It was at this point that my cock had had enough of his bullshit and his beloved Kama Sutra book went flying through the air and knocked my conscience unconscious.
Nice aim. He nodded in thanks and then turned his attention back to my mate, the one that we were going to lose if I didn't... tie her to me...or in other words...
Claim her in every way as my mate. I already had her in mind and in soul...but I had yet to claim her body as my own in the most basic and instinctual way for a vampire, and she had yet to claim me in return.
Because the only fucking hope of breaking through a vampire instinct this strong...was with another one; hopefully a much, much stronger one...
I bowed my head back down to her neck and began to trace my mark with my tongue, then placed my mouth directly over the scar and pressed my teeth against it – not enough to draw venom, but enough to remind her vividly of that day...the day I found her, the day I gave her my venom so she could spend eternity with me. "Do you remember when I gave you this mark, Bella?" I growled against her throat.
She whimpered at my words and I could already feel and smell her arousal. So sweet and intoxicating.
"Do you remember when I drank your blood and came for you, my mate," I asked, purring against her flesh. Her responding shudder clued me in that I was most definitely on the right track with this. Her shield weakened and my gift began to seep in steadily as her body relaxed further against me.
Yes.
"I came so hard for you, my mate. Did you smell me? Hear my moans?" I growled possessively, rubbing my nose and lips against her neck and cheek; spreading my scent across her skin like I wanted to for so long.
"Jasper," she moaned. "Oh..."
"I can smell you now, baby," I told her, pressing my cock against her and inhaling deeply as her scent grew stronger. Her head lolled back as she felt me hard beneath her.
"Do you feel me?" I asked rhetorically. "For you, my mate...only for you," I promised before capturing her lips with mine and lightly nibbling on her bottom one with my teeth. Her tongue swept out across my teeth and I groaned against her mouth. She began circling her hips instinctively, rubbing that delicious ass back and forth against my cock. That's my girl, that's my fucking beautiful girl.
She whimpered as I ran my tongue behind her ear and whispered, "Answer me, do you feel my cock, Bella?"
"Y-yes...oh...please," she pleaded as the last remnants of her shield finally dropped and I wrapped her in my love.
It was all too much, though...I was verging on an emotional overload as I realized this wasn't going to last...not unless we took it all the way... And she wasn't ready for that.
"I love you, Bella," I whispered, my forehead falling to her shoulder in despair. "Please," I begged, squeezing her.
"Don't give up, Jasper," she begged, her own voice panicked.
"I'm not," I promised. I would never give up, could never give up on her. She was my life, my everything...but I didn't know what else to do...
"Please don't let me go," she pleaded, her fingernails drawing drops of venom from my upper arms as she clutched onto them in fear.
"I won't," I promised her, digging my own fingertips into her flesh further.
"Please, Jasper...please, I need you," she gasped, her grip on me becoming even more desperate. I could feel her body being literally pulled from my arms and I wanted to scream in agony...
But I couldn't force this on her when she wasn't ready...I couldn't... anything... but that. My conscience was still very much there, even unconscious.
"Bella," I sobbed. "I can't..."
"Jasper, I want this...you...us. I'm ready to be your mate now," she stated, fighting with every ounce of strength she had to stay put. "I love you – please be with me," she pleaded shakily, moving her legs so that she was now straddling me.
"Are...are you sure?" I prodded, my right hand tangling itself into her hair while my left pressed further into the hard flesh of her back; then of it's own will, dragged slowly down to cup her luscious ass.
She smiled softly then and cradled my face in her palms, their warmth that shouldn't exist, igniting my skin with tiny licks of fire. "Yes, make me yours..."
Yes.
Make her yours.
I eased her down onto her back so she was spread out before me, her back slightly arched and her legs still wrapped around my hips in my seated position. I lifted the hem of her shirt and flattened my palms against her abdomen, pushing the fabric up as my hands traveled her body.
"You are so beautiful," I murmured, leaning down to drag my quivering lips along the same path that my hands took. She writhed and shook under my lips and hands and spoke soft encouraging words; begging me not to stop.
Never.
I lifted her body slightly and quickly removed her clothing until she was naked before me. So damn beautiful and she's mine. I really am one very lucky bastard.
"Not fair, you're still dressed," she panted, as I flicked one of her nipples with my tongue before greedily suckling it into my mouth. I grinned at her when I switched sides and she huffed her frustration. I licked around her nipple and began placing sucking, wet kisses to the underside of her breast when she decided that she wasn't going to wait any longer. She sat up swiftly and tore my shirt off, not bothering to try and contain her strength. I helped her remove my jeans – so that I would still have some clothes left – and my cock sprang free of his confines; getting his first up close look at her glistening pussy as it hovered teasingly above him. I'm pretty sure I heard what sounded like 'hallelujah!'...or maybe that came from me, I'm not sure. He was hypnotized as he was pressed between us, against her abdomen - finally touching naked skin to naked skin.
Jesus fuck! She feels like warmth and lust, and love.
"Jasper?" she asked quietly, timidly.
"What is it, baby?" I asked, my hands taking in every sexy curve; memorizing every inch.
"I don't know what I'm doing," she whispered, embarrassed.
"Don't," I said, urging her chin up to look at me. "I know you're a virgin, Bella. Please don't feel embarrassed when we're together this way – you can ask or tell me anything, do you understand? I want us to be completely bare to one another in every sense. I promise to never hide part of myself from you again, if you promise to do the same."
"Okay," she sighed and nodded. "How...um...how do you want me to...touch you?"
My cock stared at her dreamily at the mention of touching him and I groaned at the mere thought. It had been far, far too long.
"Give me your hand," I told her, and she did. "Like this," I instructed, wrapping our entwined fingers firmly around my cock.
Holy-mother-fucking-shit! I'm pretty sure that one was from both.
I guided her hand under mine, pumping in slow, long strokes. She looked down between us and watched in awe.
"Jasper, can I...," she hesitated and I guided her once again to look in my eyes.
"Can you what, my mate?" I urged.
"Can I taste it?" she blurted out, while the tip of her finger spread a bead of venom to clarify. Holy Fuck!
My balls clenched and my cock grew uncomfortably harder beneath our hands; hers taking over and pumping me without guidance as she waited for me to collect myself.
"I would love for you to do that..." before I could finish she was lifting herself off my lap and I hastily slammed her back down. "No!" I gasped.
She startled and looked to me like she did something wrong and I quickly assured her that that so wasn't the case. "Bella, if you put your mouth on me right now, I won't be able to handle it and I'll come...and I really want to be inside you the first time." I left out the part about it being necessary as well. I could only hope that this would work – that it would be enough.
"Next time?" she asked immediately. Does she realize how fucking sexy she is? I don't even think she knows what she's doing to me. She looks so damn innocent, I almost feel bad defiling her – almost...okay, not even a little bit.
"Abso-fucking-lutely," I agreed, nodding eagerly. Like I would say no to that?
She smiled and returned to stroking me.
"Bella...can I touch you?" I asked, watching her response. She quirked an eyebrow and I reached down and lightly tapped her clit with pad of my fingertip. She gasped and pushed her hips down. I took that as a 'yes' or maybe even a 'hell yes' and brushed my fingers across and around it lightly at first before applying more pressure. Her scent and sounds grew stronger and louder, causing me to growl possessively once again. It was instinct; a warning for others to stay away while I was with my mate this way. It didn't matter that they had left, I couldn't control it – and I didn't fucking want to. I had waited so long for this...for her. I wanted to lose myself inside of Bella...for days.
"Uh...Uh...," she began chanting when I brought my other hand down and pushed one finger inside her slowly. She was so fucking tight wrapped around just one finger, that if she had been human, it would definitely have been a concern. Thankfully I knew I wouldn't hurt her once I broke her hymen and even that shouldn't be too bad if I use her own venom to seal the minor wound. Being a vampire has it's advantages, and she was about to learn all about another one of them.
She arched her back and I eased her back down onto the bed. I watched her writhe in pleasure under my ministrations, her eyes locked with mine as she quickly neared her orgasm. The look of pure wonder and love on her face, made my own eyes burn for the second time in my vampire existence.
"Are you going to come for me, my mate?" I encouraged her, increasing the pace and the pressure on her clit as I thrust an additional finger inside of her.
Her body shook as the walls of her pussy clamped down onto my fingers erratically. "Jasper! Oh!" she cried out in ecstasy.
I purred as I watched my mate come and felt her wetness slip out onto my hand. I pulled my fingers out of her when she was done and proceeded to lick my hand clean of every drop. So. Fucking. Good.
"Mmm," she hummed lazily. "That was...wow."
I smiled and leaned over her, my hand cupping her beautiful face reverently.
"Do you trust me, Bella?"
"Yes," she replied without hesitation, one finger tracing the line of my jaw.
I held my palm out. "I need you to spit in my hand."
She blinked at me. "What?" she gasped incredulously, her finger stopping abruptly near the edge of my lips.
I suppose it wasn't the most romantic way to ask... My cock raised a pubic eyebrow and gave me a look that clearly said he thought I was an idiot.
Hoping I hadn't ruined the moment, I tried to explain. Was there even a good way to explain this? I wasn't sure there was.
"You're a virgin," I stated, like an idiot – apparently my cock was right all along. He wasn't amused that I was screwing this up and began violently writing something on his position list... Was that a death threat? I really should have sent him to those anger management classes.
Now Bella was giving me a 'duh' look and waiting.
"You're a vampire," I stated, once again sounding like an idiot.
Another 'duh' look from my beautiful, wonderful, patient mate...who could obviously do so much better than me at this point. Too fucking bad, she's stuck with me.
"I need to break your hymen," I stated.
"Jasper...why are you stating the obvious?" she asked in amusement. Just fucking wonderful, now she's mocking me and I'm supposed to be the one with the experience here.
"Your body will try to heal, even though you don't want it to. I need the venom from your mouth to put on my cock so that it will seal the wound before it has the chance. Your arousal won't be enough, it's more or less a very watered-down -or mild- venom," I blurted out quickly, probably sounding...like an idiot.
"Oh," she replied, seemingly thinking over what I had just told her. "Why can't you use your venom?" she asked after a few moments.
"I could... but it would hurt you worse than using your own venom to seal it," I explained, lowering my body over hers and running my nose along the shell of her ear. Too long without touching...
She moaned when I began kissing her neck down to her breasts and I held my palm out to her once again. She glanced at it but shook her head.
"What's wrong?" I gasped, thinking she might have changed her mind after all. My cock was on the verge of a breakdown as he angrily threw his position list on the ground and turned an unnatural shade of purple.
"I want it to be your venom," she stated firmly. His color returned to normal and he picked up his list sheepishly. Two words; anger, management.
"It will hurt worse...," I warned her, although secretly very aroused by the thought of it being my venom that marked her that way inside.
"I want it to be yours," she stated again, pulling me down to her lips and possessing my mouth with hers. "Please, Jasper," she begged against my lips.
I could deny her nothing...especially when I didn't want to.
I pulled away, sat up, and then with my eyes locked with hers, I spit into my palm. She moaned as she watched me wrap my hand around my cock and stroke, coating him generously so there wouldn't be a chance of it not being enough. Once finished I gripped her hips and tugged her closer; lifting her ass slightly onto my lap. I lined up my cock with her entrance and pushed forward gently until just the head was completely inside. My eyes snapped closed for a moment from the intensity of feeling her this way for the first time.
I reopened my eyes and watched as I pushed inside her further, slowly. So tight, so fucking tight. So good, so fucking good. My mate, my mate, my mate.
Mine.
I reached her hymen and paused.
"Bella," I whispered, my voice raspy as I fought for control of my own emotions coupled with hers. The intensity of this moment was staggering.
"Jasper," she breathed, her eyes welling with venom.
When she nodded, I pushed through. She whimpered quietly but only a moment later, the most beautiful smile graced her face.
She had always been mine, just as I had always been hers.
I pulled her up so that we were chest to chest, heart to heart...connected in every way possible.
"I love you," I whispered into her ear before nipping at her earlobe and thrusting my hips upwards. She gasped in pleasure and wound her arms tightly around my shoulders, her hands reaching up into my hair and her cheek pressed against mine.
I moved one hand up her back so that my fingers and thumb cradled the base of her neck. My other hand stayed on her ass, kneading her firm flesh.
"Push up with you legs," I breathed against her cheek, my nose nuzzling against her smooth skin.
My hand on her ass helped rock her over me and the one on her neck held her tightly against me. At first it was slow and gentle but as our bodies got lost to the sensations, it became more heated and more forceful. Eventually, she took over the motions completely and my hands simply rested on her naked body as she rode me, my bliss swirling and wrapping around us like a storm and probably continuing on for miles.
"Love you - so much - feels so good, Jasper," she panted into my ear as she began riding me faster. I was so fucking close to losing it, I couldn't hold out much longer at this rate. I could tell she was close, her walls were quivering around me. My cock was begging me to get her to come before he lost control and embarrassed us both; which would be a first.
"Do you want me to come inside you, my mate?" I groaned into her shoulder.
"Yes...please," she moaned and then gasped when she pushed down harder. Oh, fuck!
"Then come for me, come on my cock," I panted through gritted teeth.
"Jasper, yes!" she screamed as she arched her back and ground her pussy down into my lap, taking me as deep as she was physically able.
"Bella! That's it, uh...I feel you coming...uh...fuck, Bella!" I yelled and grunted through my powerful release, my venom filling her - finally claiming her body.
"Mmm," she moaned happily as she came down from her orgasmic high. Her body sagged forward and cuddled against me sweetly. I chuckled happily and leaned back against the wall, my very happy, but still hard, cock still seated deep inside her.
"So, can I assume it was good for you then, darlin'?" I asked, teasingly. I'm such an ass.
"Jasper!" she gasped, slapping my chest. Ow!
"Yes, I believe that's what you screamed..."
"Well, what about you, you yelled my name twice...was it good for you?" she asked seductively, while tracing her fingertip around my nipple. A virgin no more and she's already a temptress – shocking.
"It was better than good, Bella. Spectacular, amazing, magnificent. And just for the record, a thousand yelled 'Bellas' wouldn't even come close to describing the orgasm you just gave me," I told her, quite serious.
"Yeah?" she asked, her eyes hooded and her gaze fixated on my lips. Definitely a temptress; definitely still highly aroused; definitely my mate.
"Mmmhmm," I hummed, running hands up and down her naked back leisurely.
"Jasper?"
"Yes, baby?" I answered, trying hard not to smirk.
"You're still so hard..."
"Yes, I'm a vampire."
"Can we...?"
"I thought you'd never ask," I growled, pushing her onto her back and hovering over her - position number one next... missionary.
I worshiped my mate's body for hours. Made my name fall in pleading cries from her lips over...and over...and over again. Each time filling her with more of myself. Each time wrapping that rope around us another time; another loop; another knot – strengthening our bond.
She was lying on top of me, the ends of her hair sweeping against my chest as she peppered loving kisses over ever part of my vicious 'M' scar.
I hummed and wrapped both of my arms around her as far as they could go when she finished. She sighed and laid her cheek down on my chest, her hand resting over the scar; healing the emotional part with her touch, her presence. It felt so good...so perfect... she truly was my slice of heaven.
"Jasper?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something?" she whispered, tilting her head up so that her chin was resting on my chest and her breath caressed my chin teasingly.
"Of course, baby," I replied, feeling her scoot up a bit to get a better view of my face.
"How did you know about the whole hymen, venom thing?" she asked hesitantly.
"Just basic anatomy, Bella," I paused, studying her, "I've never been with a virgin before - human or vampire - if that's what you are asking me," I added, leaning up and placing a kiss to her nose.
My answer seemed to make her quite happy as a sweet smile graced her lips in return.
"I'm glad that you had Alice, though," she whispered softly.
"What? Why would you say that?" I asked her, perplexed. She was pretty upset about the fact that I was married to Alice when she first found out we were mates...why the change of heart?
"Because I'm glad you weren't lonely – I'm glad you had someone," she answered, her concern for me circling around us.
"Bella, I was still lonely. I've always been waiting for you – you've always been my missing piece."
"I'm sorry you had to wait so long...I'm sorry I wasn't here," she whispered, sadness edging her words.
"Baby," I breathed. "You're here now...and I'm so glad I found you."
She cradled my face in her hands, her fingertips tracing my eyebrows as she gazed lovingly into my eyes.
"You killed for me," she said, searching my eyes...for what I wasn't sure.
"Yes."
"Do you regret it?"
"No."
"I guess...in a way, I...I killed for you, too," she whispered, her eyes suddenly downcast, staring at the base of my neck.
"Do you regret it?" I asked anxiously.
Her eyes raised and pierced into mine, blood-red to blood-red; mate to mate.
"No," she shook her head. "I get it now... anything," she whispered, her palm on my chest splayed meaningfully over my heart.
My soul. Anything...for you.
Our bodies shifted and gravitated toward one another of their own accord, lining up to join together once more. I lifted her hips and was about to lower her down onto me when I heard their voices; their very unwanted and unwelcome voices.
What the fuck are they doing interrupting us? I'll fucking kill them! Bella was kissing and licking my neck and I let out a loud involuntary moan in response.
"Shit, that's not good. It sounds like they started up again," I heard Peter's voice groan.
"I volunteer Peter to go interrupt them," Emmett boomed.
"What? Fuck no, I'm not going in there..."
"Not it!" Rose and Char both yelled in unison.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Emmett asked, sounding panicked.
"Because you are going in there. Just remember, I love you, Em – you know, in case Jasper or Bella kills you and you don't come back out," Rose said, sickly sweet.
"What? No, no! Rosie, don't make me go...I'm too young to die!" Emmett wailed dramatically, followed by a pause and then another loud nonsensical wail.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, pull yourself together, you big baby," Rose huffed in annoyance.
"Rock, paper, scissors me for it, Peter?" Emmett whimpered pitifully.
"Fine, if it will make you shut the hell up," Peter groaned in exasperation.
"1...2...3!"
"I win, I win – you lose, you lose! Ohhh, Petey, I wouldn't want to be you right now!" Emmett gloated.
"Wait! Just wait one fucking minute! I have rock and you have paper...I won, you lost," Peter argued adamantly.
"Nuh uh, that's not how it works. Paper beats rock," Emmett stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh good grief," Rose groaned followed by Char's exasperated sigh, "Idiots, we are mated to idiots."
"How is that even possible? What is your paper going to do? Give my rock a paper cut?" Peter asked sarcastically.
"It covers it...and don't insult my paper, Peter, that's just rude," Emmett huffed indignantly.
"Covers it, huh? Well, I'm pretty sure my rock could grind your paper to dust..."
"I'd like to see your rock try!"
I growled and felt Bella vibrating on top of me. Humor? Was she seriously laughing about this?
"Why are you laughing?" I asked incredulously.
"They're kind of cute, don't you think?" she commented, chuckling.
"No. I don't," I growled louder, moving her off of me gently and throwing my jeans on. I zipped them up but left them unbuttoned; I fully planned to be inside my mate as soon as I told them to go the fuck away!
I opened the door and stood on the stairs, watching as Peter put Emmett into a head lock.
"I'm just saying paper can kill, Peter!" Emmett exclaimed, while attempting to maneuver out of Peter's hold.
"How? Tell me one way paper could actually fucking kill someone?"
"Well, aside from infection...what if say," Emmett paused, thinking hard before he suddenly got a eureka look on his face. "What if a human got a paper cut near a bunch of vampires? What would happen then, Peter, huh?" Emmett proclaimed, looking rather proud of his hypothetical scenario.
"Tell me something, you moron...how many paper cuts happened when you played human with the Cullens in school? Did any of you ever eat someone because of it?" Peter asked victoriously. He had a fucking point.
Emmett's face fell. "There's still infection," he pouted hugely, while Peter flipped him onto his back.
I couldn't listen to their idiocy any longer and was getting angrier each second I was forced to be away from my mate's beautiful body. I could already feel the absence of her inside my chest – it was making me uneasy.
"You had better have a really good fucking reason for being here," I growled angrily, causing them to stop wrestling and look up to me fearfully.
"Peter has something to tell you!" Emmett immediately exclaimed, jumping out of Peter's loosened hold and hiding behind Rose. She rolled her eyes at him.
I raised an eyebrow and waited.
"Uh," Peter stuttered. "Jacob called."
"You seriously interrupted to tell me that?" I hissed, moving threateningly down a step.
"It's about the redhead, Major. Jacob says she's left the area," he explained further. I guess that was something I did need to know right away. Fine, I wouldn't kick his ass.
I nodded and turned around to head back to Bella. Already thinking about how good it was going to feel when I push...
"There's more," Peter blurted out, shakily. That doesn't sound good.
"Spit it out, Peter, I'm busy," I growled, turning around.
"Well, there appears to have been some sort of fight in the woods near the treaty line – an area about the size of a dozen or so trees, some ripped in half, others with gaping holes. None of the wolves had the chance to engage the redhead so it wasn't from any of them...and there's the scent of another vampire all over the area, as well," he informed me, grimacing as he said the last part.
Another vampire? So she has someone working with her...or an enemy if they fought... strange.
"This can wait. We'll talk later. I'll call you when I'm ready," I told him pointedly, getting ready to head back up the steps once more.
"It was Alice's scent..."
"What?" I gasped in shock, my feet halting instantly. What the fuck would Alice be doing in Forks and why the hell would she be near the redhead? The wolves weren't the most reliable source, though, so maybe...
"Are they sure? Maybe the wolves were mistaken..."
"Jacob was positive. It's Alice's scent, she was there recently," he replied adamantly.
"Why would she be there? I don't fucking understand, Peter," I said, shaking my head in confusion. It didn't make any sense – at all. What the hell is she doing?
"I don't know, Major, but I feel like we need to be together," he hinted. I knew better than anyone that when Peter got his 'feelings' that it was best to listen.
"Peter...this really isn't a good time..." I trailed off meaningfully.
"I know," he cringed, watching as my hands went into my hair, pulling at it in frustration. I needed more time alone with my mate – I needed her...her body touching mine, her scent surrounding me...Fuck!
"Give us a few minutes – do you understand me?" I asked harshly. It wasn't their faults, but I couldn't help but feel pissed and on edge.
"Of course," they all murmured, averting their gaze submissively... except for Char, that is.
"I assume the rope worked, then?" Char asked, glancing anxiously up at the tree-house.
I didn't answer her as I sprinted back inside and into the bedroom in a sheer panic. My mate was sprawled diagonally across the bed, waiting for me.
"Alice is up to something, isn't she?" Bella whispered, holding out her hand in offering. I took it and she pulled me down onto the bed, oblivious to my turmoil at the moment.
"Bella?" I cradled her face. "How are you? Are you okay?" I asked, my hands wandering all over her to make sure she was still really there. I had left her without the aid of my gift when I went outside – she could have easily taken off again if it hadn't worked. I can't believe I fucking did that without checking to see how she was doing first.
"I'm fine," she assured me, beginning to truly see the panic and doubt in my eyes. "I'm okay, Jasper, really. I can still feel it, that pull...but it's...it's manageable now. You...this," she said, pausing to brush her lips against mine and purr softly. "This pull is so much stronger...almost like an anchor."
"Good, that's good. Just stay with me, Bella – please, because I can't...I just can't..."
"Shh, I know. I can't either and I'm not going anywhere – not anymore," she promised, before lowering her mouth to the shell of my ear. "I'm here, I'm here...I'm right here with you, Jasper," she whispered.
My body still begged me to wrap myself around her, inside her, to make sure, but I couldn't...because I could hear them just outside the door; pacing nervously.
"You need to get dressed, baby. I'm so sorry. I promise we'll pick this up soon...very soon," I told her, peppering her breasts and nipples with small kisses and licks. I couldn't help it.
"Mmm, definitely soon," she gasped, her fingers tugging through my hair in the most delicious of ways. God, I needed more of her.
"Soon, Bella," I promised instead with a kiss to her lips.
Fucking Alice!
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AN:
So...yeah...I'm always so nervous writing lemons and this was a big one, a very important one. I really wanted it to go far beyond just sex for them...while also keeping it somewhat real (slightly awkward with her being a virgin)...if any of that came through, well, I may just die of shock! Hopefully it wasn't too awful? *hides*
Did you guys ever wonder about the paper cut thing? I mean, they went to school... How many paper cuts have you had in your lifetime, especially in school? Sorry, I couldn't help myself by going there – forgive me? *bats eyelashes innocently*
Alice... Take your guesses – just remember the information you were given. (Yes, I gave you information! A little anyway.)
A review telling me what you thought would be a great belated birthday present - just saying... ;)