Chapter 2: First time with a stranger
Bella didn't know how or why but she was being carried. Someone was carrying her and that someone wasn't Edward. Yet, the arms that carried her, they were gentle, and they were hot.
She honestly wanted to just bury herself in them.
"Who are you?" she finally murmured. Her throat was on fire, and she felt incredibly hot. But not just on the outside, on the inside as well.
like… a need that hadn't been met, or an itch that hadn't been scratched.
No answer.
Once again, the need arose in her. But what was this need? What was this want? not being able to stand it, she opened her eyes.
However, to her shock, she couldn't see anything but darkness. Pitch black darkness and yet she was moving in it.
She couldn't even see who that was carrying her. One thing she did know was that her head was tucked into this person's neck, and from what she felt it seemed as if he or she was shirtless and since she couldn't feel any breast this had to be a man right? So why didn't she feel fear? Why wasn't she screaming her head off?
It was then a vibration radiated on her body.
Was this man purring? Humming. Whatever it was it was calming.
It was calming… and yet in the back of her mind, she could still picture Edward and his lifeless eyes.
Had those five years really mean nothing to him?
And with that thought Bella found herself falling asleep again.
Bella screamed as she opened her eyes to darkness once again. Everything was black but her dreams had been vivid.
Edward, with blood red eyes and breaking her arm all over again.
She had never been so scared of him in that moment.
Was this a delayed reaction to this whole weekend?
Wait! What time was it? Where was she! And who had been carrying her?
"Hello?" she called hoarsely into the darkness. Once again, her throat felt like it was on fire or as if she had swallowed sandpaper.
"Hello?" she called again. This time, a cough followed. Great now, she was coughing. She just prayed she didn't have pneumonia.
It was then she heard something creak. Like a rock? Or a stick.
Not moving and looking into the darkness. Bella held back her scream as glowing yellow eyes peered down at her.
Oh crap, was she sitting in front of a bear? Please don't let it be a bear!
Bella scream was caught in her throat as she felt hot hands reached for her thighs. She froze though when she realized she was stark naked.
Her dress, shoes, bra, and panties were gone! What was happening?
"Hey! I don't know who you are! Or- or what's going on but get away from me!" she yelled as she coughed again. Her chest was on fire, her throat was sore, and Edward was gone. The selfish bastard… maybe… maybe it was for the best. Five years wasted.
The sound of a low growl took Bella out of her thoughts, once again, hot hands gripped her thighs, but it wasn't harsh. It was gentle and yet demanded.
Bella felt herself jump as warm breath breathed over her chilled and sore skin.
"Ooh." She groaned. "Hey! Hey! Stop it! Who are you. What is this?"
Once again something like a growl sounded. She couldn't deny that it made her… aroused.
Just what the heck was going on here? And why was she suddenly aroused by this supposed stranger breathing partly between her legs.
"….re… lax…" a deep voice spoke from the darkness. it sounded as if the voice hadn't spoken in years and wasn't used to using its vocal cords. The yellow eyes continued to stare at her and the more aroused she became, the brighter they seem to get.
Bella felt her body arche as she felt a hot and wet tongue dive into her center and with the free hand, she had she tried to grip whoever it was between her legs. She was surprised to find a head with long hair.
"Please…" Bella begged as tears formed in her eyes. She had never experienced this type of pleasure before, and she was ashamed to admit that. She was twenty years old, and she had only been kissed.
Not that their was anything wrong with it, but she had no idea what was coming over her? Had she been drugged?
"St… op ?" the voice asked, all movements between her legs stopping.
Bella held her breath. Did she want this person to stop? Because it seemed as if they were giving her a way out.
But did she want a way out? Was the question.
No.
No she didn't.
"no. no please don't stop…" she finally cried out and as if the stranger between her legs had been held on leash, they prayerfully a man dove back between her legs and made her eyes roll back into her head.
And even as her body climaxed, they weren't done. Her stranger was quick to put their hands, which felt huge under her butt and gently pulled her to them.
She was now face to face with what felt like a chest. With her free hand, she felt it and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was a man after all, and this man had long hair, and yellow bright eyes.
She didn't get time to feel him too much because in a rush his lips were on hers and his tongue was pushing for entrance.
Bella allowed him to do so and from there, it was full of pleasure.
Her night that had once been full of nightmares was now full of hot hands, warm breath, and longs tongues.
Every time this man kissed her; she saw visions of wolves .
And one wolf drew her attention.
He was black as night and yellow eyed.
The night grew on as his hand began to massage her center. Slickness sliding down her thighs. A growl, vibrating the air.
He was asking her for permission.
"y..e..s or n… o" he managed to croak.
"yes." Bella answered.
That was all it took.
Thunder clapped as this stranger took her on an unfamiliar floor and yet, this man didn't feel like a stranger.
Why did she feel this odd connection to him? Like she had known him for years? As if she had been waiting for him? Or he had been waiting for her?
In the moment none of it mattered.
All she knew was that as he entered her, she felt full, complete.
And when he flipped her unto her knees, as he hit stretched her out from behind, she visualized a face. It was just a flash but she could see it behind her closed eyes clearly.
Copper skin, coal black eyes and raven hair.
Just who was those man?
And to make it all the better, she felt something sharp and yet pleasurable sink into to her neck. It was then something of a chant sounded into the air and was that drums?
" MINE!" Her stranger roared and before she passed out, she repeated him.
" Yours"
The next day when Bella opened her eyes, her father, stepmother, and siblings were standing over her looking frightened and concerned.
Somehow, she had wound up on her family's porch.
But none of it mattered because something had changed.