A/N: I want to put a small Trigger Warning here! There is a scene in this chapter that contains sexual assault. It could fall under dubcon, but I'm not sure. Either way, be aware it's there.

Happy Mother's Day to all my American Mamas! I hope you're having a wonderful day!

As it's a special day, and as a gift to all of you wonderful readers, I give you chapter 13! Enjoy xoxo

– Bella's POV –

Yeah. Not gonna lie.

After our conversation about Edward, blood singers, and Alice, shit got real.

Both Jasper and I were a little dazed and shocked by all the information we'd gleaned from one another in such a short time. It was overwhelming. And, frankly, more than a little terrifying.

"Okay, Darlin'," Jasper said suddenly, as my belly continued to grumble, "let's table this conversation until we get to Pete's," he suggested. "We ain't gonna learn anythin' new until then. And right now, all we're doin' is talkin' in circles and speculating. It ain't gonna get us anywhere but worked up."

I nodded in agreement, needing a break from the heavy subjects. "I'm good with that. As you said, we're just going to drive ourselves crazy with questions we can't answer."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine in a soft, gentle kiss. "So, my beautiful mate, am I forgiven?"

"Oh, I dunno about that, Cowboy," I teased. "But I'm sure we can find a way for you to make it up to me. After all, you did keep me waiting six long, lonely months . . . all that time wasted . . ." I sighed dramatically.

Without a word, his lips descended upon mine, kissing me passionately. I'd only been playing, but the truth is, we could have been together a lot sooner had certain teeny vampires not intervened. And had my mate not blindly followed her.

But, at the end of the day, what's done is done. We can't go back and change it now. We just have to live with the mistakes we've made and know better for the future.

"I'm so sorry, Darlin'." He whispered, holding me flush against his body.

"Shh. I know you are, Cowboy. I was only teasing." I brushed my fingers through his hair, loving the way he began to purr. "We're together now. That's what's important. It could have been worse; it could have been years or decades! But it was just six months. Now, we get to put all of that behind us and spend the rest of our eternity loving one another."

He lifted his head and looked back at me. "How can you be so positive after all that's happened to you?"

"I have you," I told him simply. "You make me happy, Jasper. I know that, no matter what comes our way, we'll always face it together."

"Always," he whispered, leaning forward to rest his forehead against my own.

"Why don't you take a nice relaxing shower?" I suggested. "Then we can cuddle up in bed and watch a movie?"

"That would be nice." He sighed. "Your dinner should be here soon. I ordered a few different dishes fer you to try."

Mm. I was starving. I couldn't wait.

"Do you miss food?" I wondered.

He smiled. "You know, I never did until I met you," he admitted. "It wasn't somethin' I ever thought about after I became a vampire. But watchin' my mate eat, watchin' you enjoy food and feelin' yer emotions while yer eatin' . . . it makes me sad that you and I can't enjoy a meal together."

I sighed. "That would have been nice."

To be able to cook him dinner or go out to a restaurant and both of us enjoy the meal would have been amazing. Food is such a huge part of my life. Not being able to share that with him felt wrong, like this whole section of my life was being neglected.

I know it's just food, but . . . it's not. Not to me. To me it's art. It's an extension of who I am. I'll never be able to make him a romantic dinner. Or bake him a cake for his birthday. Or share a charcuterie board with him. Or feed him chocolate-covered strawberries. Or, I dunno, cover my body in whip cream or lick chocolate sauce off his chest! Okay, maybe I could still do that last one!

Food, to me, is life.

It's art.

It's sexy.

And even though my diet has changed recently, I still wish I could share a meal with my mate.

There are parts of vampirism I think I'll enjoy. But there are other parts I wish I could change. Like the eating thing. And not sleeping. What the hell is that about? I can't imagine never going to sleep again. It just seems wrong.

"I'd love to know what goes on in that head of yours, Darlin'." Jasper chuckled, brushing his lips across my temple.

You know, I can't say that would be a bad thing, either. To be able to share my thoughts with him. To have that kind of connection to him. Only to him, though. I wouldn't want anyone else rummaging around my head and I certainly don't want to be telepathic like Edward!

"I was thinking about pouring chocolate sauce all over your body and slowly licking you clean," I answered with a smile.

"Fuck me," he breathed, pulling me closer to him. His lips met mine in a heated, passionate kiss as his hands roamed my body, attempting to rid me of my robe.

I guess, as a vampire, I could cover him in blood and lick him clean.

I giggled as he growled against my lips. "Go shower, horny boy. We can play after dinner."

He let out another playful growl, brushed his lips across my forehead, and then disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower switch on as I grabbed the remote and began searching through HBO for something to watch. They had so many great movies.

I was debating between three different movies when there was a knock at the door.

I didn't think anything of it, figuring it was my dinner. My stomach gave a loud grumble at the thought and I scurried off the bed and pulled open the door without asking who it was or checking the peephole.

Considering we were on the run from shifters, those are probably things I should have done.

In my defense—and, admittedly, it's a little weak—I wasn't expecting it to be anyone we knew, nor was I expecting to be confronted in a hotel room surrounded by humans. And I certainly wasn't expecting to come face to face with my almost, but not quite ex-boyfriend.

Turns out, Carlisle was wrong. Edward really was stupid enough to confront a newly mated Major in a hotel surrounded by innocent humans.

How he managed to get here so fast is anyone's guess! Jasper said the Cullens were up in British Columbia. We are currently in Boise, Idaho. That's got to be at least nine, ten, maybe eleven hours in the car, if not longer.

We only spoke to Carlisle a few hours ago. Is a vampire seriously that fast he can cut a ten-hour car ride in half?

And if so, why the fuck do they drive cars!

And why on earth is Edward so obsessed with fast cars when he can easily outrun one?

Okay. So that's not important right now. But still. That's like Barry Allen level speed!

Before I could open my mouth and say anything, before Edward could utter a word, the whole world stopped as a tiny drop of liquid leaked from my full, aching breasts.

Edward's nostrils flared and his eyes went to my breasts as he licked his lips.

Uh-oh!

It's like my breasts have a mind of their own!

It happened with Jasper, luring him to drink from me, and now it's happening with Edward!

What. The. Fuck?

Everything seemed to slow down. I watched as Edward took a deep breath. His eyes turned pitch black and a low growl left his lips as he darted inside, kicking the door closed behind him.

Another growl tore through him as he yanked me into his arms with a little too much force. I felt my teeth rattle and knew I'd be bruised tomorrow.

I was about to scream for my mate when a cold hand covered my mouth. Edward's free hand tore my robe from my body. He let out a low growl-moan-groan combination as my naked body was bared to him.

"So beautiful," he whispered.

I tried to struggle. But it was the ant and the t-rex situation all over again.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Scream and I'll kill the barbarian," he hissed in my ear. "Be a good girl for Edward . . ."

I squeaked as he pushed me onto the bed. The robe flew open, draping around me, giving Edward a perfect view of my entire body as he stood over me, palming his cock through his trousers.

"I've been waiting for this for so long, Isabella."

It happened so quickly. One minute he stood over me, fully clothed. And then he was naked, stroking his cock. Staring down at my body.

I felt another drop of liquid leak from my breasts as if to lure him closer. His eyes darkened further as he licked his lips.

Concerned that my blood was going to push him over the edge, I looked down at my breasts, and was, once again, stunned by what I saw. There was no blood. The little droplet that balanced on my nipple was a bright, shimmery golden color, sparkling in the sunlight filtering into the room, almost like Edward's skin. It was fascinating to see! But I didn't understand it at all! Why wasn't the droplet red?

What the fuck is happening to me?

I didn't get the chance to question it further. Edward was suddenly on top of me, his lips on my neck, licking and sucking. He kissed his way down my chest until he came to my breast.

I might not be able to fight, or scream, but there was something I could do to alert my mate to the situation.

On top of me, Edward groaned and thrust his hips, rubbing his cock against my now very cold vagina. There's no way in hell Edward Cullen and his popsicle penis are going to take my virginity!

The feel of his hard body against mine was nothing as I expected.

I knew it would be cold.

But it was so much worse than what I'd been imagining.

I had a flashback of that ending scene in Titanic, where Jack is in the water freezing to death and Rose is lying on the massive door. I mean, really? She couldn't have shoved up a bit! They had sex for fuck sake! They'd been closer!

. . .

. . .

. . .

Sorry. Sorry. I digress!

My point is, Edward's naked body on top of mine was fuckin' freezing!

I needed to get Jasper in here or I was going to get frostbite of the vagina!

My nipples were rock solid. Not out of arousal. Nope. They were fuckin' cold!

"My beautiful Isabella," Edward breathed. "So perfect. So exquisite. You're all mine." With a groan, his lips descended upon my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth. He let out a low, throaty moan as he began to suckle like a starved man.

Now, I'll admit, that didn't feel half bad. But we've already established I enjoy sharing whatever this liquid is with Jasper and having my nipples suckled and played with.

I'm a breast girl.

I enjoy breast play and stimulation.

His lips.

His tongue.

The feeling of my liquid being pulled from my breast and feeding him, filling his mouth, was turning me on. I could even feel a connection between us beginning to form as he took more and more of my liquid. It wasn't anything like what I experienced with Jasper. This was not a True Mating Bond. Far, far from it! The connection was nowhere near the same, but it was certainly more than it had ever been.

I could imagine claiming Edward as mine. Keeping him. Using him as my own personal sex toy. Dominating him. Making him my obedient little pet.

Hmm. I wonder if he'd bark like a dog?

As Edward ravenously suckled, and I tried not to cum, I focused my emotions and sent them to my mate.

Edward switched breasts, stroking the other nipple with his tongue before taking it into his hungry mouth.

"Jasper!" I whimpered, feeling Edward's manhood poking at my entrance, eager, willing, and ready.

I could also feel his teeth against my soft, delicate flesh.

Suckling and drinking from me was one thing, it was arousing and sexy. And, oh God do I need to cum! But biting me is a whole other story. There's no way I'd survive if he got a taste of his Singer's blood. Nor do I want his teeth forever marring my skin or his venom anywhere near my veins!

"Jas—"

A low, fierce, growl echoed around the room. It was enough to terrify any sane human. But to me, the sound sang of safety and love. It made my heart clench in my chest and my body trembled with desire.

He was here.

I was safe.

Edward lifted his head from my breast. Liquid gold dripped from his chin and onto my chest as his black eyes narrowed dangerously at the sight of my naked, dripping-wet mate crouched and ready to spring at the threat.

Oh damn.

He looked good.

Really good.

No!

No!

Bad Bella!

Focus!

This is serious!

Edward snarled and shifted over me, covering my body with his. "Mine!"

Jasper didn't speak. But his answering snarl had Edward . . . Oh! He was . . . Oh, hell, he's aroused by my mate! I felt his hips buck against me as he groaned.

Either, Edward's attracted to Jasper. Or Jasper's sending him a lot of lusty vibes to lure him away from me.

I wasn't sure which option I preferred.

He groaned and humped me like a dog in heat. I could feel his sticky cum spilling onto my belly.

Annoyed, I reached down and slipped my hand between us. It was a bit of a stretch but he'd moved to cover me, so he was a little higher up. My head was wedged between his solid chest and the mattress. Stretching out my fingers, I gave his balls a hard pinch, making him snarl, jerk against me, and then groan as he suddenly came all over me.

Hell.

That wasn't the outcome I'd anticipated.

"Oh, for crying out loud, Edward. Get a fuckin' grip!" I tried to shove him off me, but vampires are a lot like boulders. They don't move easily.

Another snarl came from Edward. Whatever Jasper was doing, it had the younger vampire reacting. He launched himself across the room, teeth bared, ready to rip through my mate's flesh and tear his off head.

The sounds coming from Edward were terrifying. Monstrous. And I worried our neighbors might overhear something through the thin walls.

The room was a decent size, but not huge by any means. Certainly not big enough for two snarling vampires ready to tear each other apart.

At least, I thought that's what they were going to do. It sure as hell looked like it.

But then again, it also looked like they were about to viciously fuck each other senseless.

They were both aroused.

Both hard.

Both leaking.

Both snarling and growling.

Edward was stroking his cock even as he crouched to attack.

Now, I'm not against the idea of sharing. And in the future, maybe it's something to consider. I'd be willing to have the conversation. But the vampire who wants to drain me dry and has spent the last six months abusing, manipulating, and causing me nothing but pain and fear, will not be a part of that conversation.

The only way Edward Cullen will find his way into my bed is if he's tied up, gagged, and blindfolded. And even then, I'll still put a plug in his ass and cage his cock.

There will be no intimacy.

No lovemaking.

Hell, he won't get to cum unless I allow it!

As quick as it started, something shifted.

One minute, it was all snarls and growls and looking like they were going to wrestle—oh, that's a thought, naked wrestling!—and then Edward stood out of his crouch, turned his back on Jasper—something no vampire would ever do with an enemy—and dropped to his knees front of me.

"My Goddess," he breathed, bowing his head in submission. He held his arms limp at his sides, palms up, resting on his thighs. His cock stood at attention, leaking onto the carpet.

Oookay . . .

"I apologize for attacking you and your mate, my Goddess," Edward said, his velvety voice soft but firm and full of horror and remorse. "I—I don't know what came over me . . ."

Well, that makes two of us.

I turned to look at Jasper, completely baffled. "What the fuck's happening?"

"I, uh," he blinked a few times, his eyes on Edward. "Uh, all I can feel from him is his remorse and . . . a complete and utter devotion to you. It's . . . It's . . . powerful. Like something a deeply devout person feels to their God."

Oh jeez.

"But I'm not a God," I insisted.

No way in hell do I want a complex!

Besides, I cuss way too much to be considered for godhood.

"You're still leaking your precious Nectar!" On his knees, Edward inched closer to me, his penis bobbing up and down as he shuffled. "May I suckle from your beautiful, supple teats, my Goddess?"

Oh, good grief!

Jasper snarled, making Edward flinch. "Touch my mate, boy, and I'll remove yer fuckin' head!"

"But her divine essence is flowing down her glorious body," Edward argued. "Can you not see?"

Jasper's eyes shifted to me. Edward was correct. My breasts were leaking. The golden liquid flowed down my naked body. The sight had my mate's eyes darkening as his cock twitched. He was still standing completely naked, not a care in the world!

Fuck me. He's gorgeous.

I wonder if I can convince him to become a nudist with me.

"What I see, boy," Jasper hissed, "is yer nasty ass spunk on my mate's belly!"

Oh, that was a lot of anger!

My mate snarled and growled, his eyes on the cum dripping down my belly. The golden liquid mixed with it.

Damn. I'm a mess.

"I'll clean her!" Edward declared. "She must be worshiped! I'll bathe you with my tongue! Clean my claiming mark from your body!"

Good grief!

"Uh, no thank you." I shifted away from him. "I'm good. I've got it."

"Then you must let me suckle from your perfect udders!"

My eyes widened.

Oh, hell no!

Did he just say udders? I do not have udders!

"I am not a cow, Edward!" I snapped.

"We must not waste even one precious drop of your magnificent honey. Please, my Queen, my Goddess, allow me to pleasure you, to worship your stunning body, to take your essence into my body, and for us to become one!"

"Oh, fuck this fer a game of soldiers!" Jasper snarled.

There was a loud thud as Edward toppled to the floor, seemingly dead. His eyes were glazed open, but unseeing. He wasn't breathing or moving. With such pale skin, he really did look like a corpse.

"Uh, babe, what just happened?"

Tearing my eyes from Edward, I looked up at my mate to see him staring at me with black, hungry eyes.

The shift in him was subtle, not something many would notice. But through our bond, I could feel what had taken place.

In one of our many conversations, as we sped down the highway, he'd told me all about his other half. His inner vampire. The Major. And the precarious balance between the two of them. He warned me, The Major might show himself sooner rather than later, due to the danger his mate was in right now.

"Major," I breathed.

His eyes were on my belly, where Edward had cum all over me. He let out a low snarl and then spun on his heels. He was across the room and back in front of me in mere seconds.

Without a word, he cleaned my belly with a warm, wet washcloth. He was gentle, but methodical, removing every trace of Edward's scent from my skin.

When I was once again clean, he looked up at me from his position on his knees.

It felt odd seeing such a powerful man knelt before me. But it wasn't a bad feeling. It made me feel . . . special. Loved. Powerful. From all he'd told me of his past, I knew this was not a position he'd never taken willingly. The fact that he'd remained on his knees after finishing his task and that he took the position freely, spoke volumes.

It told me he loved me. That he respected me as his equal. That I was his mate, his partner, his other half. And that he was happy to bend to my will, to submit and kneel. But he would not do it for anyone else. Nor would I allow him to submit to anyone else.

In return, I would always do the same for him. Bend to his will. Submit and kneel. Ours was a partnership, a give, and take. We were one. United.

"Hello, Kitten."

"Hello, Major."

I offered him my hand. He placed his much bigger hand in mine, standing to his full height. Then he closed the distance between us, pulling me into his warm, naked body as his lips descended upon mine.

The kiss was passionate.

Fiery.

Desperate.

Full of love and devotion.

He bent me backward over the bed, his body draping over mine as he broke our kiss to trail his lips down my throat and to my breasts.

"Ed was right, Kitten. You are exquisite," he breathed, lapping up the golden liquid that had spilled down my chest.

Shocking me, as soon as Jasper was nuzzling my breasts, the liquid returned to its deep red coloring with the veins of sparkly gold going through it. Only now it looked almost like fire with all the deep reds, gold, and oranges swirling and sparkling.

What the hell is going on with my breasts?

First, this strange liquid is golden, which is weird. And alarming. So I go to the doctor. But when I'm examined the liquid is white! As far as the doctors were concerned, I'm producing breastmilk! Does breast milk change color? Does it make vampires go fuckin' nuts? Because I'm pretty sure Edward's lost the plot!

When Jasper began drinking from me the gold coloring changed to red with a sparkly gold vein going through it.

Then Edward shows up, and is drawn to my breasts—just like Jasper was—and the liquid comes out looking like a golden, shimmery pearl.

And now Edward is no longer a threat and my mate is nuzzling my breasts, the liquid turns back to deep reds and sparkling gold.

What. The. Fuck!