The Consequences of Messing With A Whitlock
by: Wizardtho


Chapter 4:


An hour later, I was comfortably lounging across the back seat of the truck, with several pillows behind me and a throw blanket over my lap. We were twenty-five minutes into the drive when Jasper said, "You ready to talk about matin', Sugar?" I nodded excitedly, then Alice laughed, "Well, the first thing to know is that you'll feel things when you first meet your mate. When I looked into Jasper's eyes, I felt like I couldn't get enough air and was finally able to breathe, all at the same time… at least, that’s the only way I can think to describe it. I felt like if he would just touch me... just hold my hand or anything... that my whole world would be right."


Jasper cupped her cheek, then said as he continued to drive, "Then there's the pull. Once ya kiss your mate for the first time... really kiss him... there's gonna be a sort of pull in your chest. It guides ya to him, Sugar. Your mate could be three states away, but it would still lead ya right to him if ya followed it. The farther away or longer you're away from him, the more the pull will ache in your chest. The kiss is also the start of matin' season, so make sure ya don't kiss him until you're truly ready to be with him. He'll have the urge to claim and mark ya soon after the season kicks in."


I furrowed my eyebrows, but before I could ask, Alice said, "He'll want to claim you by making love to you, filling you with his fluid as he marks you. He would mark you by biting you in a visible area. The bite won't contain venom, but it will contain his essence... his unique scent. His fluid also contains his scent. Most likely, before you even connect intimately, he'll want to lick you and breathe his scent on you... at all the major pulse points and intimate areas. It's called scenting. It's important for you to smell like your mate to a degree, because other vampires will know by the visible bite mark and the scent both on and inside you, that you aren't to be touched. You are claimed, therefore off limits."


I chuckled as it all settled in, "So basically he's going to want to lick me from head to toe, which sounds hot by the way, then flood me with his scent through his little swimmers and his bite. None of that will take place until sometime soon after we kiss. Am I right so far?"


They both laughed at my blunt description, then Jasper said, "You two will be perfect for each other, Sugar. You're right so far. There's still a lot more, though. With my background, I'm a little more protective than most, since I've lived the horrors out there for our kind. I don't want anythin' like that to happen to my Ali, so I have rules that she must follow. Nothin' that would ever put her in danger or take away her independence. The basics are things like always keepin' her cell on her charged, bein' respectful when she speaks to others, and not deliberately puttin' herself in a dangerous situation.”


He shook his head, then sighed as he said, “That little stunt ya pulled in Phoenix, Sugar? If your mate didn't think it would scare the shit out of ya, he would've let me punish ya for that, since he couldn't be here to do it himself. I would've had your bare ass on my lap and bright red by the time I was done. Lucky for you, your mate thought with how ya hate hospitals, that ya havin' to be in one so long was punishment enough."


I took a minute to process that little tidbit, then said, "So my mate will want to punish me if I break the rules. Will his rules be like yours? I assume since this is a crew party, that he will have been in Maria's army at one point… so he's a fighter like you, right?"


Alice beamed at me as Jasper said, "Yeah, Sugar. He's a fighter... damn good one, too. I don't think his rules will be much different from mine. He's a good man. He won't wanna suffocate ya, but he will expect ya to follow ‘em. He'll have a warnin' code for when ya get out of line, since he can't give ya a warnin' bite until you're turned. They do contain venom, so they need to be off limits until you're changed. With Ali, she gets one warnin' bite to make her see her mess up. Then, if the behavior continues, she get's pulled aside, to be punished in private at the first available opportunity. She's never punished without knowin' what for, plus she's always given the chance to explain her actions."


I nodded, "I can handle that, as long as the rules aren't outrageous. I have to draw a serious line where unwarranted punishments and public humiliation are concerned, though. I won’t put up with that, Jazz. Not after everything I’ve been through."


Ali smiled at me in understanding, then said, "A lot of things will come instinctively... like how I plastered myself to Jasper's back in the baseball clearing. When meeting new vampires or there's danger, my instinct not only tells me to be glued to him to let him know I'm unharmed, but to let him protect me until he deems it safe. Female vampires are unfortunately not as strong as males, but the males' instincts are hard-wired to keep their mates safe and happy at all costs. It's a give/take type situation."


I nodded for them to continue, then she said, "You'll notice little tells to differentiate between your mate's growls and purrs. His threat growl will be different from his desire growl. His comforting purr will differ from his pleased purr. We can only purr for our true mates, Bella. That's why you never heard Edward purr for you. Even though Jasper and I love you immensely, we would never be able to purr for you, either. You'll find that if you pay special attention to certain spots on your mate, he will purr for you to show his pleasure. For example... every time I kiss a certain scar on Jasper's chest, he purrs at the feeling of my attention. It's like a personal caress between only the two of us. Does that make sense?"


I took another minute to process, then asked curiously, "Is it just the males that can purr, or can females do it, too?" Jasper suddenly pulled Alice to him, then I saw him nipping and sucking on a spot on her neck. She instantly made a beautiful purring sound, causing Jasper to hum as he released her, kissing the spot lightly before smirking deviously at me in the rear view mirror. I chuckled, "I'll take that cat-got-the-cream grin as a 'Hell, yeah! I'll make her purr every chance I get'?"


Jasper laughed, nodding in finality as I said, "Good, because I would have really felt short-changed if my mate was not only inherently stronger, but was the only one who could purr in the relationship, too. That would have just sucked big-time. The marking thing... that's two-sided too, right?" Jasper nodded, "Yeah, Sugar. As soon as your change is complete, your teeth will be able to break his skin. Ya can mark him whenever ya have the urge. It's all instinct, so as long as ya listen to ‘em, ya can't go wrong.”


He seemed to think about something for a second, then said seriously, “He'll wanna be marked as much as he wants to mark ya, so don't think anythin' about givin' him another scar to live with. He'll wear your bite marks proudly, Sug... probably be beggin' ya to mark him soon after your change." I smiled at that thought, then snuggled back into the pillows before closing my eyes. A slow wave of lethargy and peace flowed through me, then Ali whispered, "Sweet dreams, Baby Girl."


I woke up to whispers again, but one was Peter's. I felt a pleasant tingle throughout my body... I think Alice was stroking my cheek. Peter's voice sounded close to me, saying, "She looks so peaceful. Please tell me ya made that fucker hurt for what he did to her." I hummed slightly, instinctively leaning into Alice's hand, then whispered sleepily, "He was screaming in pain before the door was even closed. He's a stubborn ass, though, so he didn't take a hint. He kept trying to get to me, so Major pulled rank, saying we were leaving earlier... not waiting... *yawn*...  a week..."


Peter let out a sexy chuckle, then said, "Mornin', Kitten. I didn't mean to wake ya. Would ya like me to move so ya can go back to sleep?" Alice's hand on my cheek left. Instantly the pleasant tingle went away, making me frown before practically whining, "Ali, I wanted your hand on my cheek." When it returned to cup my cheek, though, it was smaller... there was no tingle. My frown deepened as I said, "That's not right. Doesn't feel the same." When a larger hand replaced Alice's on my cheek, the tingling sensation coming back. I sighed while holding it to me.


After a few minutes of me soaking up the good tingly feeling, Peter whispered, "Are ya ready to open those pretty eyes for me, Angel?" I rubbed my eyes blinking them open sleepily. The sight that caught my eyes made my breath catch in my throat. The most delicious looking God of a man was leaning over me from the side, captivating me with his deep-set bottomless crimson eyes. I wanted to sigh in relief and gasp for air, all at the same time.


He had short brownish-black hair that was slightly wavy on top, perfectly sculpted features, a bottom lip that just begged to be sucked on, with a distinctly dangerous air about him. Funny thing was, I wanted to get closer, not run away. I wanted to run my fingers through his short hair, trace his features with my fingertips, feel him touch... me...


Oh, shit! It's just like Alice said she felt when she looked at Jasper. Could this god-like creature really be...


I whispered softly, "My mate?"


He lifted my fingers, placing a kiss to each of my fingertips, then said softly, "Yes, My Sweet Li'l Angel. I've been waitin' a mighty long time for ya to be ready to meet me." He kissed my nose, then whispered as he connected our foreheads, "It's not gonna be that way anymore, Isabella. I promise you'll never feel unwanted or rejected again... especially not by me."


I closed my eyes, shuddered out a breath, then inhaled the most delectable scent in the world. It smelled like apples, cinnamon, an open bonfire, spicy red pepper, and something I couldn't identify. It was erotic... sensual yet dangerous, while temptingly forbidden. It made me want to do very naughty things, so I moaned slightly as I said, "Christ, you smell incredible. I wish I could put a name to that."


My eyes opened as Peter chuckled, then he backed up a bit to ask, "What do I smell like? Maybe I can help with what ya can't put a name to." I sat up with his help. I ran my nose along his jaw, then down his neck, saying, "Apples... cinnamon... a bonfire... spicy red pepper... mmm... and something else... tempting, forbidden, sensual, erotic... God, what is that?"


Peter let out a heavy breath, running his nose along my neck and shoulder in return, then breathed against it, "Isabella... I'm tryin' my damnedest to be good here, but ya moanin' so erotically about my scent isn't helpin' when ya run your nose along my skin like that. Please, Angel... I'm liable to kiss ya here and now, if ya don't put just a tiny bit of distance between us. I promised myself I would let ya be the one to choose when ya were ready." Most of my mind was screaming for him to kiss me, but the tiny bit of rational mind I had left was telling me it was too soon... that I needed to get to know him a bit first.


With a small whimper, I forced myself to lean back against the couch pillows again. Peter cupped my cheek as he let a breath out, "There we go. Ya alright?" I bit my bottom lip, nodded, then he said, "The thing ya can't identify doesn't have a name, honestly. It's only registered in my scent because I'm your mate. Ya won't smell it with anyone else, just like I won't smell it with anyone but you. Your scent is the most temptin' thing I've ever smelled, but it doesn't make me hungry for your blood in the least. I hunger for so many other things, but your blood is nowhere on that list."


I blushed, thinking about this god-like creature licking me from head to toe, then something hit me. "Umm... question? Ali and Jazz were telling me about scenting... well I thought that... vampires and humans couldn't..." Peter chuckled as he brought my hand to his lips, "Oh, My Sweet Mate. We definitely can, when ya feel ready for that. Did they explain to ya that I could never physically hurt ya, whether consciously or unconsciously? I can never consciously hurt ya emotionally, either. My whole bein' shies away from anythin' that would hurt ya in any way... instinctively only wants to care for ya as well as please ya." I shook my head, "I think they forgot that part, or I fell asleep before they got to it. It's good to know, though."


I hadn't even noticed Alice and Jasper weren't in the room, until they walked back in as Alice said, "Peter bought you some really fresh fruit at the market, so I made you a bowl since I thought you might want a snack. I also made you one of those calorie-packed shake things that Carlisle hates so much." I chuckled, saying without looking away from Peter, "Ali, you know it's the doctor in him that hates them. Logically he knows that me gaining weight will not effect my change, and that I will be changed. The doctor in him says that 3000 calories in one large shake is about twice my daily calorie count. That gets me not only the cringe, but the doubled over panting while clutching his chest."


I looked at Ali, shaking my head with a giggle, "I swear that half the time he just gives me those reactions because he knows they make me laugh. It's not like he actually needs to breathe or can have a heart attack." Peter chuckled, kissing my nose, then Jasper said, "Sugar, if I actually thought about ya not bein' around, most likely I would have all of those reactions and then some. Major's come out mighty quick two times already, at just the thought of ya bein' in danger."


Peter gave me a stern look, "We'll be speakin' about the stunt ya pulled in Phoenix soon, Isabella." I nodded, "I know... I know I won't be making that mistake again. I put myself in danger by not telling anyone and going to him, then put others in danger to come save me. I promise you I will not be doing something stupid like that again."


Peter nodded slightly, letting the subject rest for now, then handed me my bowl from Alice. "Eat a bit, Cupcake. Then I'll show ya around. I just finished the house, so it's not completely furnished yet." I swallowed the bite of melon that I had just popped into my mouth, "Why did you set the party up for two weeks from now, if the house isn't ready for company? I'm not complaining, but it just makes more sense to have the house the way you want it before you invite people." Peter chuckled, "It will be, Kitten, don't worry. I'll explain my idea once you've eaten and seen the house."


I ate a few more bites of my fruit, then Peter asked as I took a long sip of my shake, "Angel, can I ask ya somethin?" I smiled nodding, then he said, "Why is my knower tellin' me ya haven't been sketchin' lately?" I shook my head, "Because I haven't been. Not since I moved to Forks, anyhow. I went looking for my sketchbooks and pencils about a week after I moved in with Charlie, but couldn't find them anywhere. I know I put them in my suitcase under the bed, but I trashed my whole room looking for them, they were nowhere to be found. I was so upset, that I just haven't sketched since then." He stroked my cheek, "That's all over now, though, My Sweet Li'l Mate. I think it's about time ya got back to doin' things ya love to do. Promise me you'll think about it?" I smiled, cupped his hand to my cheek, "I promise."