A/N: Hello beautiful people! Happy Saturday.

A big thank you to keraatchley05 for being the 100th review of this story. You're awesome!

And in answer to your question Lee kadivar from my understanding and all the research I've done for this story a cage is used in bondage to play out a Dom/sub scene. It basically puts a man in chastity to prevent erection and stimulation and delays orgasm. Does that answer your question?

– Bella's POV –

Having my mate on top of me. Kissing me. Licking me. Worshiping me. Was far better than allowing Edward to do the job.

The Major licked, kissed, and nipped his way down my body, eliminating Edward's scent and leaving his own behind.

He'd just reached the apex of my thighs when, of course, there was a knock at the door. "Room service!"

He growled, low and deep, but so did my stomach. With a chuckle, he pressed one last kiss to my belly, then a gentle kiss to my vagina, causing my breath to catch in the back of my throat.

At his natural speed, he darted into the bathroom, threw on his robe, and then went to answer the door. I was only just sitting up and tying my robe when the waiter waltzed into the room.

I had a mini panic attack when I saw Edward still lying dead on the carpet, but the waiter didn't even notice him! He passed by the corpse three times! How did he not see Edward's body?

"Thank you, Sir." The waiter smiled at The Major and bowed his head. "Have a wonderful evening."

"How did . . ." I frowned as The Major locked the door. "Uh. . . why didn't he—"

The Major smirked. "Emotions are exceptionally powerful, Kitten. I can easily shield us from harm by projectin' indifference."

"So, you projected indifference onto the waiter and he didn't see Edward? It's like invisibility?" I asked, frowning, not quite getting it. "But I could still see him, so he wasn't invisible . . ."

"Not invisibility. I don't have that kinda power. I simply blanketed the room in an air of indifference. So, when the waiter came inside, all he saw was me. He could see you and Ed, ya weren't invisible to him, but his mind didn't register ya or take any notice of ya."

"Oh, I see. Because of the emotion you were protecting, Edward and I weren't of any importance to the waiter, so his mind didn't register we were in the room!" I realized.

He nodded. "That's correct, Kitten."

Damn.

He was more powerful than I thought!

More powerful than the Cullens ever let on.

That's if they even realize how powerful he is. If I were him, I might not want the whole world to know how powerful I am.

Easier to take over the world if no one suspects you . . .

– XOXO –

Jasper ordered way too much food. There were three carts full of plates and dishes.

Behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. "I think I'm livin' vicariously through ya, Darlin'," he purred in my ear, his lips brushing the lobe. "It sounded good on the menu, so I ordered one of everythin' for you to try. But now that it's here it smells amazin' . . ."

Okay. That threw me.

I looked back at him. "I thought human food smelt disgusting to vampires . . ."

"It usually does." He agreed. "But it all smells so good."

That was odd.

Wriggling out of his grip, I went to the cart and lifted one of the stainless-steel covers to reveal cauliflower wings that were smothered in mango BBQ sauce and came with a beautiful ranch dressing on the side.

A girl can never have enough ranch dressing.

Using my fingers, I picked up one of the cauliflower wings and turned back to my mate. "Wanna taste?"

I expected him to hesitate. To question what I was doing. But he didn't. In two long strides, he was in front of me. His arm wrapped around my waist as he leaned down to take the cauliflower wing between his lovely lips.

The moan he let out as the food hit his tongue was deep and sensual and went straight to my core.

Damn. That was hot!

He chewed and swallowed. "Mmmm. That was really fuckin' good!" He groaned, eyeing the plate of cauliflower wings. "But I shouldn't like it . . . It shouldn't taste so good. And I definitely shouldn't want more!"

I wasn't sure what was going on or why Jasper could suddenly eat cauliflower wings when, as a vampire, he shouldn't be able to enjoy human food at all!

Then again, he's consumed a lot of the liquid that my breasts are producing. That's not normal either! What if it somehow changed him? Altered him?

It didn't kinda make sense. Just look at Edward. He was in full attack mode, ready to rip Jasper's head off and then, suddenly, he was on his knees calling me his Goddess! Something is obviously happening to them after they drink from me.

"How do you feel?" I wondered. "Edward once told me when you eat human food it feels like there are rocks in your belly . . ."

"That's exactly what I was expectin', but I feel great!" He smiled.

Taking my hand, he pulled me over to the chair and sat me on his lap. "Try it, Darlin'." He picked a cauliflower wing off the plate and held it to my lips.

"Mmm." I moaned as the tangy, but sweet mango BBQ sauce hit my tongue. "That is good."

I lifted another stainless-steel lid to find a plate of piping hot potato skins covered in cheese, scallions, jalapenos, and a creamy mushroom sauce. I pulled one of the potato skins from the plate and held it out for my mate.

"Try the potato skins."

Another moan left his lips as his eyes closed and he savored the flavors on his tongue.

At least his new tastes weren't just limited to cauliflower wings. That would've sucked.

"How is food so fuckin' good suddenly?" He asked, opening his eyes to look at me. "What the hell's happenin' to me?"

I could feel the worry coming from him, the fear shining in his dark eyes.

"I don't know," I admitted, feeling a desperate need to comfort him, soothe him. "I don't think it's anything to worry about but maybe we should call Carlisle?"

He shook his head. "They turned off their phones, remember? In case the shifters or your father try tracking them to get to you."

Oh. Shoot.

On the table, Jasper's phone suddenly vibrated. He reached for it and looked at the screen. "Fucker." He murmured. "Of course, he knows!"

"Who knows?" I frowned.

"Pete." He turned his phone to me. The message was from Peter.

No need ta worry, Major. Yer fine. Enjoy yer dinner with yer mate! I'll fill ya in when I see ya both.

I already knew about Peter's unique gift. Jasper explained it to me while we were on the road. It seemed so much more reliable than Alice's subjective visions.

"I wonder if anything else has changed," Jasper mused.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Fine." He shrugged. "Normal." His eyes shifted to the food. "Hungry." As he spoke the words, I heard a cute little grumble come from his belly for the first time. "Let's eat, Darlin'." He smiled, lifting the rest of the stainless steel lids from the plates he'd ordered.

Even with the two of us eating, he'd ordered way too much food.

We both tried a little bit of everything.

The wild mushroom gnocchi was really good. And the margarita flatbread. The roasted squash with mushroom risotto was damn good, too. But Jasper didn't care for squash. He did, however, enjoy onion rings and the beyond lettuce wraps, a Beyond Burger caramelized in a sweet soy glaze served in a butter leaf lettuce wrap with jalapeno slaw, pickled carrots, and cucumber and topped with scallions and sesame seeds.

We shared everything, feeding each other bites of whatever we were eating.

It was a wish come true.

While we ate, we chatted about this new change and what it could mean, and why it suddenly happened. Neither of us had any answers. And we likely wouldn't know anything until we joined Peter in Colorado.

When we couldn't possibly eat anymore, Jasper pulled me into our bed and we snuggled down to watch The Heat with Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy.

Halfway through the movie, dessert arrived. A Crème Brulee Cheesecake and Kahlua Chocolate Torte.

"Mmm." I moaned, taking a bite of the crème Brulee cheesecake. "Damn, that's good."

I looked over at my mate. His eyes were black and this time it had nothing to do with the food in front of him.

With a low, rumbling growl resonating through his chest, I only just had time to put the plate on the bedside table before he lunged at me, his lips meeting mine in a fierce, passionate kiss.

My robe was torn from my body as his lips found my nipple.

We never got to the end of the movie. Nor did I finish the delicious desserts. But I did spend the whole night in a state of utter bliss and pleasure as my mate devoured my liquid and then licked and teased every inch of my body.

– XOXO –

When I woke the next morning Edward was in the armchair, in the corner of the room, rocking back and forth, his black eyes locked on me.

A step up from being dead, I guess.

He looked a little deranged, though. He wasn't blinking. He was still completely naked, his dick standing at attention, leaking. His hair was wilder than usual, looking like he'd been tugging on it a bit too hard.

Across the room, Jasper stood ramrod straight, his back to the wall. His eyes were completely black, showing no whites, and locked on Edward.

Ah. Not Jasper. The Major. They were switching back and forth frequently with Edward around. Not that I minded. I enjoy getting to know my Major.

He looked sexy dressed in all black. Black jeans that molded to his long, lean legs. A black t-shirt that clung to his chest. And his favourite black cowboy boots.

I think I must've missed something.

"What happened?" I asked, sitting up and running a hand through my hair. The thin sheet covering my naked body dropped to pool around my waist, exposing my upper body to Edward, who made a strangled whimpering sound and then lunged toward me.

Thankfully, my mate was quicker and dropped the younger vampire back to the floor. He twitched and flopped around, like a freshly caught fish. The only sound he made was a guttural grunting as he suddenly orgasmed all over the cream carpet!

Thank goodness it wasn't all over me again! But still, eww.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked, covering myself back up. I'm going to have to be more careful around Edward.

"I've got no fuckin' idea, Kitten!" The Major sighed. "I'm tryin' to knock him out, but it ain't workin'! It's like he's resistin' or somethin'!"

Hmm. That's odd.

"Have you ever had this problem before?" I wondered.

"No. Never."

My eyes moved back to the boy on the carpet who was mindlessly humping the floor as he tried to find relief.

"Do you think we should stop him? He's going to get carpet burn on his pecker."

The Major—shocking the hell out of me—burst out laughing. It was nice to see him laugh. And his projected humor made me laugh, too.

"I'm sorry, Kitten," he chortled. "Oh, God. That was just . . . Carpet burn on his pecker!" He shook his head, laughing.

We both calmed down a moment later when there was a knock at the door. "Room service!"

"I ordered breakfast," he told me as he went to the door.

A little flutter of something warmed my heart. He'd taken the time to order breakfast and thought about my needs. It was touching and made me feel . . . well, I don't know what this feeling is. Warmth. Happiness. Something else . . . I couldn't put a name to it, though.

I pulled the blankets around me, though I figured The Major would be shielding me and Edward when the waiter came inside.

Once the waiter had left, Jasper lifted me out of bed, pulling the sheets with him, and deposited me on his lap so we could eat breakfast together.

"Uh, babe, should we be worried about that?" I pointed to where Edward was now lying on his back, thrusting his hips in the air like a madman.

"He's been at it all mornin'," Jasper sighed, leaning into me to nuzzle my shoulder. "I figured I'd deal with him before you woke. I was hopin' we could discuss what happened when he arrived last night and clear up a few things before we get on the plane and head to Pete's."

"But as soon as I woke him up, he attacked! I wasn't expectin' it so when he lunged, he managed to knock me off my feet and went fer you. He was on yer breast before I could stop him!"

Ah. That's what that was. I figured it was Jasper.

This was going to be a problem.

"How are we going to fly with him like this?" I wondered.

"We can't. Not without drawing attention to ourselves," Jasper sighed. "Right now, Ed doesn't seem to be in control of his faculties and I won't risk yer life or exposure because he's lost his fuckin' marbles!"

I nodded. "So, we're driving?"

He shook his head. "Driving's gonna take too long. Pete called; the shifters don't believe yer dead and they've started lookin' for ya again."

A wave of fear washed through me. So, they knew we'd faked my death and were on the run. It didn't take them long to figure it out. Maybe they're smarter than I've been giving them credit for.

"There's more chance one of the shifters, or yer father, will catch up to us if we keep stoppin'," he continued. "Plus, Ed's gonna need to feed soon, and havin' a hungry vampire in such close quarters with his Singer doesn't sit right with me."

That was fine by me. The sooner we get to Pete's place, the sooner I'll feel happier my mate has backup in case we're attacked. I trust him with my life, and I know how powerful he is, but the thought of my mate going up against an unknown number of shapeshifters is terrifying. And it's not like I can do anything to help. And Edward's pretty useless right now.

"So, how do we get Humpward to Colorado without traveling by plane or car?" I asked. "Can we run?"

"Pete's on his way. He's flyin' the Whitlock private jet. He should be here in an hour and we'll fly out at noon."

It was inconvenient for Peter, but it was easier on us and eliminated any exposure risks. Plus, Jasper wouldn't be alone dealing with Edward or if any shapeshifters showed up unexpectedly.

– XOXO –

Jasper ordered way too much food again. But, oh God, it was good!

I had avocado toast with freshly smashed avocadoes over two pieces of whole wheat bread, topped with crispy vegan bacon strips, arugula, and tomatoes, with a drizzle of balsamic glaze. It was delicious!

Jasper had the south-of-the-border benedict with Mexican-style carnitas, two poached eggs, topped with smoked tomato hollandaise, avocado, and cilantro on toasted English muffins.

He seemed to enough it, except for the cilantro. He's not a cilantro guy.

He also ordered pancakes. Waffles. Extra bacon, so he could see what all the fuss is about. A fruit platter with coconut yogurt. And two bowls of old-fashioned oatmeal prepared with coconut milk and pure vanilla.

As I said, way too much food.

Turns out, he's not a big egg guy, either. He said he didn't care for poached and after trying sunny side up, he didn't like those either. He did, however, thoroughly enjoy the pancakes and oatmeal. And surprisingly, he didn't care for bacon. Though he did devour my vegan bacon.

I was starting to wonder if his diet would closely resemble mine. So far, all the animal products he'd tried—really only bacon and eggs—he didn't like. But, like me, he can still eat eggs if they're baked into something, like pancakes and waffles.

There'd be more time to experiment with his likes and dislikes when we get to Peter's place.

After breakfast, Jasper wrangled Edward, forced him into a pair of jeans, and took him on a quick hunt, insisting he'd only be gone half an hour, forty-five minutes at the most.

I figured that was unrealistic considering we're in the city, nowhere near any wildlife or forest areas. To be honest, I wasn't sure how Edward was going to feed. From where we are and the time restraint, there aren't a lot of options. But it was better to have Edward fed and satisfied than to try and take a bite out of me while we were in the air.

While the boys were out, I cleared away the plates and tidied the room as best I could. It was embarrassing to leave Edward's cum stains on the carpet, but there wasn't much I could do about that. Maybe with the color of the carpet, nobody would notice. Or maybe he could pay to have the room professionally cleaned, after all, he's the one who made the mess.

Once the room was reasonably clean, I got dressed. Jasper asked me not to shower. He didn't want me washing away his scent. That was fine by me. I like smelling like him and there's not enough time for him to re-scent me when he gets back. If I could make life a little easier for him, I would gladly sacrifice my morning shower.

Getting dressed was more difficult today. We would be heading up into the Rocky Mountains. And, though I don't know the exact temperature, I figured it wasn't going to be warm and dressing in layers would likely be better.

I wore a dark blue bra and panty set, then slipped into a pair of black leggings and added a light purple v-neck t-shirt. I was about to fix my hair when there was a knock at the door.

Now, you'd think I would have learned from the previous night with Edward.

But apparently, I'm a slow learner.

So, without looking through the peephole, without asking who it was, just figuring it was the waiter coming back for the breakfast plates, I opened the door.

And you know what?

It wasn't the waiter.

Yeah. I know. I'm as shocked as you are!

The man standing in the doorway was utterly gorgeous! And looked remarkably like my mate. Tall, maybe an inch or two shorter than Jasper. With honey-blonde hair that rested just above his shoulders in lovely wavy curls. His eyes weren't as wide as my mates. But they were the same, deep, blazing crimson. Surrounded by thick, black feather duster lashes. The biggest difference, I'd say, was that this stunning male was unshaven. It looked like he hadn't shaved in at least a month before his transformation. It gave him a sexy, rugged look.

"You must be Miss. Bella." His deep, southern voice was sexier than it had been through the phone. "Peter Whitlock," he bowed, "at yer service, ma'am."

Oh damn.

He was gorgeous!

That accent.

The way he spoke my name.

Of course, at that moment, as he offered me his hand, I felt my nipples contract as liquid—and not just a drop this time, a full-on gush!—leaked from my tits.

Why does this keep happening?

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

"Uh-oh," I breathed, taking a step back as Peter's bright red eyes suddenly plunged into darkness.

He grabbed hold of the doorframe as his body leaned forward and he took a long, slow deep breath. "What's that remarkable scent, Cupcake?"

Well, so far it seems he has more control than Edward. That's something.

"Uh," I sighed, "that would be the, umm, liquid I'm producing from my breasts."

Geeze, that sounded weird!

Never mind. Everything about this fucked up situation is weird!

His dark eyes widened and dipped to my breasts. I didn't have to look to know my bra and shirt were soaked.

I had this desperate need to offer myself to him. To bring him into me and pull his face to my breast so he could suckle.

He needed to drink.

He needed my Nectar!

It was vital.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

That's not happening again. Not without Jasper here!

Even as I thought the words, I knew my mate was on his way back. I could feel him through our bond. He was running. Fast. He'd already sensed my distress and was on his way back to me.

My breasts ached something fierce. More liquid soaked through my t-shirt and I could feel a pull towards Peter as if something deep inside of me was beckoning him closer.

He felt it too.

Taking one long stride forward, he entered the room and kicked the door closed. A low growl rumbled through his chest as his eyes lingered on my aching, leaking breasts.

Oh. Hell!

"This ain't gonna end well when yer mate comes back, Cupcake." He groaned, reaching out to pull me into him.

Huh.

That was odd.

Unlike Edward and the Cullens, Peter felt as warm to me as Jasper. There was a part of me that wanted to burrow into the wide expanse of his chest and never leave.

"The Major's gonna have my fuckin' head fer this one . . ." He whispered, rubbing his body against mine.

He was aroused. I could feel the bulge in his tight jeans pressing against my belly. He was trying to fight the pull to drink from me. But he wasn't having much luck.

I'm fairly sure we all know what's coming next.

One second, he was growling and fighting with himself. And then, my shirt was in tatters on the floor and my bra quickly followed. Seconds, milliseconds, later his lips were on my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth as he began to suckle.

Just one taste and he was on his knees in front of me, bringing me down onto the floor with him. He drank and suckled and licked my breasts. Sexy mewling noises came from the back of his throat as he drank.

Unlike Edward, Peter was gentle. He took his time, enjoying the taste of me as he continued to suckle. He didn't touch me anywhere else. And he remained fully clothed, though I wasn't sure that would make much difference when he was rubbing that delicious bulge against my core and my legs were wrapped around his waist.

Like with Edward, I could feel the bond connecting the two of us as he drank.

It wasn't the same as it was with Jasper. Our True Mating Bond felt entirely different.

The bond with Peter was stronger than what I experienced with Edward. I didn't have a sudden desperation to make him submit and use him as my pleasure toy.

The connection, the bond, went deeper. I could imagine sharing him with Jasper. Inviting Peter into our bed and even our relationship. I felt a need to have him closer. I wanted to feel his naked body against my own. I wanted to touch him and see him. I wanted to be surrounded by him and Jasper. To feel complete and safe within their arms.

"Mm. Peter." I breathed, reaching for the buttons on his flannel shirt.

"Not yet, Cupcake," he mumbled against my breast. "Mm. Fuck. You taste exquisite . . ." He switched nipples, taking the other between his lips. "Mm. We have to wait." He lifted his head, pressing a soft kiss to my chin. "The Major's gonna be angry enough as it is, I will not touch ya without his permission . . . and certainly not before he's claimed ya . . ."

That was unexpected. But I respected it so much more than Edward's handsy, rushed attack last night. He didn't care about my mating with Jasper. Or that he was touching another male's mate. He was only interested in his pleasure.

Peter was different. Despite being unable to resist the pull to my breasts, he was still able to control himself.

Peter was a good man. I could already see that.

The thought that my mate wasn't with me squashed my desire. Even as Peter continued to feast from my breasts and little growls and moans left his throat, I felt no need to go further without Jasper.

Don't get me wrong, it still felt amazing. And every part of my body ached for release. But there was part of me that knew it wouldn't be as good without my mate.

I needed him here.

I needed him beside me.

Touching me.

Holding me.

Pleasuring me.

Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long.

Peter was nuzzling my breasts when the door was thrown open and a low, dangerous growl reverberated through the room.

"Oh, fer fuck sake!"

A/N: You'd think after the last time, Bella would've learned not to open the door to strangers. She's a slow learner. Luckily it was only Peter! It seems any vampire Bella meets will be drawn to her breasts and whatever this liquid is she's producing.

Food is always going to play a big role in this story and it only seemed right that Bella would share that with Jasper and her vampires. When we get to learn what she's becoming, her sudden dramatic change in diet will make more sense. For now, I guess I'd say she's a vegetarian.

But unlike Bella, I'm not a vegetarian, so if I get anything wrong, don't hesitate to let me know and I'll fix it.

What did you guys think of this chapter? Let me know in the comments. xoxo