A/N: This chapter begins our descent into debauchery. As I've said, there is more plot than smut in this story. But the smut is there and, as we go on, it might become more graphic. Please keep in mind, I've never written anything like this before.

With that in mind, enjoy! xoxo

– March. 2022. Six months ago –

– Jasper's POV –

"Whatever the fuck you do, Major," Peter growled through the phone, "do not leave Forks!"

As an empath, I'm powerful. More than anyone knew. Especially those in the Cullen Coven. I think Carlisle had some idea. When Alice first dragged me to the strange family, Carlisle asked me to curb my strength and slow my speed so his precious son could continue believin' he was faster than all of us.

He ain't.

Nor is Emmett stronger than me.

He's strong. Yes. Stronger than the average vamp, certainly. Stronger than all the Cullens combined, even.

But he ain't me.

There's a reason I was once known as Ares. The God of War. And it ain't because of my gift. Though, that did give me an advantage on the battlefield.

Despite all I can do, I can't feel emotions through the phone.

With Pete, it's always been different. He's my progeny. Even without my gift, even miles apart, I knew he was angry. I could feel his emotions through our Sire Bond. It wasn't just anger, either. He was worried. On high alert. Anxious. Stressed.

"You think the boy scares me?" I growled.

Fuck. If Edward Cullen wasn't careful, I was gonna rip his fuckin' head off.

Orderin' me around like I'm some snivelin' omega and then attackin' me and turnin' the Coven against me, fer doin' what he ordered!

This act of his—pretending to be an Alpha male—was gonna get him killed! He had his Sire bowin' to him. The doctor—who never should've been allowed to create one vampire, let alone four—was too much of a submissive omega to do anything! He may play the part damn well, but that man is not an Alpha and should never have been allowed to create his Coven!

What the fuck was Aro thinking allowing this mockery of a Coven to exist?

I told ya, Whitlock, they're all fuckin' nuts. We should've burned the lot the first time we met the fuckers!

You know why we couldn't, Major.

Yeah well . . . The Major sighed and turned his back on me, unhappy we were forced to pretend to be somethin' we ain't.

But it was fer a damn good reason. And, with any luck, it was almost over.

"Course not," Peter spoke, bringin' me back to our conversation. "But Carlisle ordered . . ."

"Carlisle Cullen ain't an Alpha. He certainly ain't mine. And I ain't a member of his Coven. He has no authority over me."I reminded him.

"Yeah, well, you ain't been yerself recently, Major. Ever since you took up with that Coven . . ."

"On yer suggestion . . ." I reminded him.

A low growl reverberated through the phone. I felt his anger spike, but also his jealousy. "I never expected ya to become one of 'em . . ."

I smirked. "If I wanted to stay, I had no choice but to fully immerse myself in the Coven."

He growled in response.

"Stop stallin', lover. What's got ya so upset? Where's Char? Is she okay?" I asked.

He sighed.

I imagined him runnin' a hand through his long, blonde hair. Fuck. I was imagining a lot of things. Most involved him naked and on his knees.

Hmm. I wonder if Isabella would enjoy bein' worshiped by my progeny . . . I'd certainly enjoy watchin' them please her . . .

Despite what that fuckin' prude says, Isabella is not as sweet and innocent as she makes herself out to be. I've seen the fire in her eyes. Felt her lust. Fuck, she came apart when I bit her! Fuck, that was divine. I've never tasted blood so fuckin' glorious!

She ain't an ordinary human, that's fer sure . . .

"I'm here, Major." Char's sweet voice came through the phone. "Whatever it is, it's got Pete frazzled. When are you coming home, Suga?"

"Soon, Sweetness. Real soon." I smiled. "Pete? What's wrong?" I asked again.

"Not sure yet," Pete reported. "Change is comin'. You need to stay close to her, Major. Whatever you do, do not let her outta yer sight fer a second."

That was gonna be a problem. "I'm gonna need to hunt eventually, Pete."

"I'm sendin' reinforcements. Friendlies. They'll watch over her when you can't be there and intervene if they deem it necessary."

I nodded, trusting him with the most precious part of me. My Isabella. My soulmate.

– Present Day –

– Bella's POV –

I blinked.

And then blinked again.

"D-did you say m-mate?" I wanted my voice to sound strong and confident but the words came out in a stuttered whisper.

"Yes, Darlin', I did," he answered. "Feel." He reached out and took my hand in his. As his fingertips touched mine, I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body. Imagine a serious case of static electricity, only pleasurable. The electricity spread through my body. Shooting, zapping, zinging from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes. My whole body was a live wire. It was exquisite.

I've never felt anything like it.

It was heat.

Power.

Strength.

Unbridled lust and need.

A connection was forged in the deepest depths of my soul.

Every part of me belonged to this man.

As every part of him now belonged to me.

"Do you feel that, Isabella?" He brushed his fingers up the length of my arm, across my shoulder, only stopping when his hand cupped the side of my throat, his fingers pressing lightly against my pulse point.

I nodded my head, enjoying the feel of his warmth and the electricity surging through me.

"That's our matin' bond beginnin' to manifest. It means you are mine. And I am yours. Ferever."

I looked back at him, my eyes meeting his. Dark brown on blazing crimson. "Forever?" I whispered.

"Yes, Darlin'. Ferever." He promised. "I will never be parted from yer side again, my mate."

I knew, with every fiber of my being, Jasper was speaking the truth.

This wasn't a lie or a trick. He really was my mate.

If I'm being honest with myself, I've known since that night at the ballet studio. The moment he had me in his arms and his teeth sank into my wrist, my whole world was altered.

And it wasn't just the incredible orgasm.

After that night, every part of me changed. Physically and mentally.

But he'd disappeared.

He'd left me.

And I convinced myself I must have been mistaken. It was just . . . wishful thinking. A fantasy.

"I promise ya, Darlin'," he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "I will answer all yer questions." He gently cupped my cheek in his large hand.

I leaned into his touch, enjoying his warmth and the electricity that was surging through my body.

How is he so warm when all other vampires are so cold?

"Right now, we don't have a lot of time. I ain't a patient man, Isabella. And fer months now, I've had to hold myself back and watch ya with that boy." He spat the word boy, his eyes darkening a fraction. "All I can smell on ya is his omega stench . . ." His body was tense, coiled, and subtly vibrating as he stood before me. "Please, Darlin', I ain't strong enough to stand it much longer . . ."

There was a desperation in his voice I'd never heard from a man before. The way his body almost curled around mine was possessive, but I didn't feel suffocated like I usually do with Edward. In fact, I felt compelled to comfort him, reassure him and care for him.

"Please, Darlin'," he whispered, "would you shower with me?"

I nodded my head.

"I need to hear you say the words, Isabella," he breathed.

I wasn't sure why that was important, but I wasn't about to deny him. "Y-yes." I cleared my throat and steadied myself. "Yes," I repeated. "I'll shower with you."

It was unexpected.

And it was going to change everything.

But I couldn't bring myself to care, either. I knew, without a doubt in my mind, this is where I belong. Where I've always belonged.

I let him lead me into the adjoining bathroom. When I first entered Jasper's study, I hadn't realized there was a bathroom. There are no doors, just a wall of windows behind his mahogany desk and three walls. There must be a hidden door I'd missed.

I wish I could tell you what the bathroom looked like, because I'm sure it was spectacular, but, honestly, I have no idea. I think there were four walls. I know there was a massive shower with three showerheads and lots of buttons and dark tiled walls. There might have been a tub, but I can't be sure of that.

My attention was on him.

The man who'd just turned my world upside down.

His eyes never left mine as he lifted my dress over my head and tossed it somewhere behind me. His towel dropped to the floor, pooling at his feet and I couldn't help but look.

He was exquisite, how could I resist?

My eyes trailed over his broad, strong shoulders. Long, strong arms. Delicious biceps. His defined, muscular chest with just a whisper of blonde hair. Light pink nipples that stood proud. His flat belly. That sexy trail of hair from his cute belly button to his . . . holy shit!

I've seen a few dicks in my time. But none have been as beautiful or as big as Jasper. Can a dick be beautiful? I dunno. But my mate's cock was lovely. Thick. Long. And big. Really big.

Intimidating . . .

Are they supposed to be that big?

The ones I've seen haven't been that big. But, then again, they were human boys. Jasper is a male vampire. A man. Not a boy. Maybe all male vampires are well endowed . . .

Hmm. I'm not sure that thing is gonna fit inside of me!

"Shhh. Don't be scared, Darlin'. Yer body was meant fer me," he purred, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. "As mine was meant fer you."

I nodded.

"And I promise, nothin' will happen in the shower or until you are ready."

I'm all for trying shower sex. But I would rather my first time be somewhere more comfortable.

"When I claim you, my mate," he purred, "I plan to take my time. You won't be leavin' my bed fer days. Possibly weeks."

I'm pretty sure I whimpered.

Fuck me.

Without another word, he tore off my bikini top, freeing my breasts from their confines and then I really did whimper. They were full and heavy. And they hurt like hell.

"I should warn you . . ." I sighed, looking away from him.

What was he going to think of me?

I'm not even eighteen and my tits lactate some strange golden liquid. I'm a freak!

He took my chin between his index finger and thumb and turned my head back to him. His beautiful burgundy eyes met mine. The red did suit him better than the gold.

"You don't need to explain anythin' to me, Isabella. I've been watchin' ya fer months now."

Come again?

He's been watching me?

Like some pervy stalker?

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Strike that. I know how I feel about it and it ain't positive! Sure, on the one hand, it was nice to know he was there and it meant I wouldn't have to explain my new situation. But on the other hand, the more important hand, stalking is not sexy! It's creepy. It's icky. And girls don't like it!

But before I could voice my opinion, a tiny drop of shimmy gold liquid leaked from my breast and sat atop my hard nipple like a delicate golden pearl.

As soon as the droplet appeared, all the color drained from Jasper's eyes and they became endless pools of the darkest black I've ever seen. His eyes shifted from mine to my breasts as a low rumbling, possessive growl tore through his chest.

His eyes swept back up to meet my eyes, almost like he was asking for permission. I gave him a little nod. And without breaking our eye contact, he bent forward to flick his tongue across my nipple, claiming the little golden pearl.

Just one drop.

That's all it took.

Before I knew what was happening, Jasper threw his head back and roared at the top of his lungs—the sound like a starved, ravenous lion, loud enough to rattle the window—and yanked me into his arms. I let out a little yelp of surprise as his lips wrapped around my pink nipple and he began to suckle. It was a frenzy of moaning and suckling, almost like he was possessed! He couldn't seem to stop himself, couldn't resist whatever this golden liquid is.

At first, it was an odd experience. I've never had a man, woman, or child for that matter, suckle from my breast. His tongue ran over my nipple and I giggled, the tension beginning to leave my body.

It was entirely different from my breast pump, too. Jasper was far more forceful and sensual. My nipples were pinched and pulled, but his tongue felt lovely against my skin, and I even enjoyed the scrap of his teeth. I could feel myself becoming more aroused as he continued, something I'm sure my empathic mate could feel, too.

Somewhere in the background, I could hear a phone ringing. But it went unanswered as Jasper continued to suckle, switching between my breasts, and pawing at my body.

His strong fingers tore through my bikini bottoms, leaving me completely bare to him.

For a moment, as he sat back on his hunches and lowered me onto his lap, I thought he was going to enter me in his frenzy. And I so wasn't ready to experience the monster between his legs! But even though he'd let his instincts take control and he was lost in the haze of whatever this liquid was, he still seemed aware of what was happening around him. Jasper, not his inner vampire, was in control! Instead of entering me as I lowered myself onto his lap to straddle him, his erection pressed between our bodies.

Putting my hands on the back of his head, I buried my fingers in his soft, thick hair, urging him to return to my breasts.

The more he drank, the less frenzied he became. After his initial taste, he settled into something far more sensual and slower. He began licking my breasts, teasing my nipples, and gently biting, though never breaking the skin.

To break up the monotony, he kissed and licked his way up my chest, collarbone, and throat, paying special attention to my pulse point, where he gently sucked on the skin there, making me moan his name as the heat surged within me. But unable to resist for long, he returned to my nipple and began suckling once again.

By the time he'd emptied my right breast and moved to the left, I was ready to explode. My heart was pounding in my chest. When he took my left nipple into his mouth, I moaned. My hips lifted as my body arched into his. I could feel Jasper's cock throbbing against my belly.

It wasn't something I was expecting. My nipples have always been sensitive. I've always masturbated while I pump, but I've never been able to orgasm through nipple stimulation alone.

As he licked and sucked and teased, switching from one nipple to the other, I felt a warm tingling sensation. It started in my nipple and then spread across my breast, continuing down my body, to my core.

A low, intimate growl came from my mate as he moved us so that I was lying on the tile floor of the bathroom. It wasn't the most comfortable, but at that moment, I didn't much care, to be honest.

He parted my legs as he aligned our bodies so his twitching cock was resting against my slit without entering me.

Slowly, teasing, he kissed and nipped his way up my belly and back to my breasts. This time, as he took my nipple between his lips to continue suckling, his free hand teased the other, making my body quiver as the pleasure rolled through me.

"Jasper," I breathed, rocking against him.

He growled low and soft, sending vibrations through my breasts. It was the most exquisite feeling like he'd pressed a vibrator against my nipples. My hips bucked on their own accord, rubbing my pussy against his erection, as the first jolt of an orgasm spread through me.

Mini little pleasure quakes rocketed through my body. I pressed his head deeper into my chest, arching my back as I offered myself up to him.

My body seemed to have a mind of its own as I lifted my hips to meet each of his thrusts. The pace of his hips was slow as he slid his length back and forth across my wet pussy lips, never entering me, just relentlessly teasing. It was exquisite torture.

"Oh, Jasper . . ."

I felt him groan as he gave my nipple a last, long suck. Between us, his twitching cock began to pulse. His breathing quickened as his hips jerked and he buried his face between my breast, moaning my name as he finally came.

I felt the moment his seed spilled onto my belly. Warm and thick. There was something oddly satisfying and appealing about that.

I've never allowed a male to cum on me before. Or in me. I've never been one of those girls who'll swallow. There's nothing wrong with that, it's just not something I've felt the need to try. Until now. With Jasper it was different. He's my mate. His cum was pooled on my belly, marking me, claiming me as his.

It was primal.

It was sexy.

And there was a part of me that wanted to taste him.

I wanted to feel his cum inside of me, to hold a part of him within me forever.

When our breathing slowed, Jasper lifted his head from between my breasts and looked up at me.

"That was . . ." he whispered, trailing off.

"Unexpected . . ." I smiled.

"Fuckin' fantastic," he breathed. "I knew the changes you were goin' through. I've been watchin' ya. I know it was wrong and I apologize fer intrudin' on yer privacy, but I couldn't help myself. I needed to be with you. And, if I couldn't, at least I could be close. I've seen you usin' ya breast pump and I know how much it turns ya on. I've ached to be with you, to be the one bringin' ya that pleasure for months now. But I never expected . . ." he shook his head, ". . . God, you taste so fuckin' good, Bella."

Huh.

Well. I wasn't expecting that!