The Writer
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 09
Bella's POV
I awoke early the next morning, my mind going into overdrive instantly at all that had happened to me over the past few days. It was almost incomprehensible, and I ran a hand through my hair, grabbing a handful at the roots and tugging as I tried, once again, to grasp it all.
Jake… was dead... he'd been able to shift into a giant wolf, vampires were real, and not only that but I was now… mated to what seemed like the coldest and meanest of the lot.
I blew out a breath and released the hair I'd been tugging, turning my head to stare out the window as I grudgingly admitted to myself that things could be worse. After all, he hadn't really been mean per se, just cold and somewhat distant.
My thoughts drifted to my mother and the many 'boyfriends' she'd had during the course of my childhood and I shuddered with the memories. I had seen truly abusive men, at times more closely that I liked to recall. There had been two over the course of the years, and neither of them had been the screamer that I had recalled earlier. No, these men had both been quiet in their mannerisms, but there had been a violent and cruel undercurrent to them that I had sensed even at that young age and I had avoided them as best I could.
My mother, however, hadn't been so fortunate, or shrewd was probably the better word, and I'd witnessed many an incident of her being choked, slapped and even punched until she'd finally had enough and gave them the boot.
The part I found most curious is that I never felt such misgivings with… Jasper. Yes, Jasper. I had to stop using derogatory names with him… Sure, he was cold and reserved and could definitely be an asshole, but I never felt that he would really hurt me. I guessed that was why it was so hard for me to curb my mouth with him, although I wouldn't be forgetting the time he'd virtually lit my ass on fire any time soon either.
I yawned and stretched, groaning when a decided soreness in the lady parts made itself known, the recent loss of my v-card instantly at the forefront of my mind.
After we'd finished and had stared at one another for a few beats, he'd lifted me off of him, stood, gotten dressed and told me not to leave his quarters.
He'd left then and I'd been a bit confused and… well, outraged by that. What had just happened between us had been… profound for lack of a better term, and he'd simply gotten up and walked away. Hadn't he felt it too?
I threw back the covers and got out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to take care of the daily routine.
Okay, that makes it sound like I strolled in to the bathroom and I didn't. Far from it. Put it this way, the Major wasn't lacking the in the package, so yeah, I was walking a bit… funny. What I wouldn't give for a fistful of ibuprofen right about now…
The massive, sunken tub caught my eye, the thought of soaking in some steamy water way too good to pass up so I started the tap, adjusting it to the perfect temperature before standing to strip while it filled.
Grabbing two fluffy towels out of the cabinet, I set them on the floor by the tub and eased my way in to the water, relaxing back with a sigh as the heat eased my aches slowly but surely.
As I sat there soaking, my mind drifted back to the day before and our encounter in his study, my eyes closing as I pictured his sleekly muscled form, remembering the way it had felt under my hands, under my lips, the way he'd felt buried deep inside me as I rode him, the pain of my first time mixed with a primal pleasure…
Opening my eyes, I groaned in frustration at myself, realizing that I was becoming aroused and frankly a little pissed off at the realization that I would probably jump his ass if he were to walk in at this moment. Jesus. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I shook my head as I scooted down in the water, soaking my hair before washing it. Time to get my head straight and face whatever this day had in store. After all, at this point, there was just no telling what was next. Fairies? Leprechauns? Dancing fucking elves? Who knew?
Turns out, as I walked out into the living room, it was Aro that was in store. Or at least he was sitting on the couch conversing with Pete-the-asshole Jr. and his mate Charlotte, whom I'd only met briefly.
The creepy fucker stood with a shark-like grin when he saw me. "Ah, the lovely Isabella! What a delight." He walked toward me and I raised a brow at him as he grabbed my hand, cupping it within both of his own as he bowed his head over it.
When he looked back up, he seemed a bit shocked, which I found sort of weird. "Something wrong?"
I tugged my hand which he'd continued to hold and he went from looking shocked back to smiling like a fucking loon. "No my dear, nothing at all. I was just a bit startled. It seems I cannot read you and such has never happened in all my years."
It was at that very moment, with Aro the creeper still clutching onto my hand that Jasper walked in carrying a bag and a container, his eyes locking instantly on my hand held by Aro.
"What the fuck are you doing here Aro and why are you touching my mate?"
He instantly dropped my hand and backed away. "Ah, Major Whitlock. I had just dropped by for a friendly chat. I thought to welcome your mate properly since I didn't have an opportunity to do so before."
Jasper frowned, his eyes quickly darkening to a frigid black as he stared at Aro. He held a hand out to me.
"Isabella."
Somehow, despite my proclivities for being a sarcastic ass, I grasped that now was not the time to fuck with him, so I moved to his side, taking the offered hand.
He stepped toward Aro a bit while pulling me to stand behind him, never once taking his eyes off of the creepy King.
"She is my mate; my human mate and was already being watched over by the only vampire that I would assign such a responsibility." His gaze cut toward Pete fleetingly. "Although, I can see that responsibility may have been misplaced. My point is Aro, you should respect an incomplete mating enough not to interfere as you have here today. Not only is your proximity too close, but you went so far as to touch her!"
I could now feel the waves of anger coming from Jasper and Aro held up a hand, backing away somewhat.
"Major Whitlock, my actions today had nothing but the most innocent of motivations…"
Jasper cut him off mid sentence. "You forget that I can feel your emotions Aro. I suggest you leave while you still have the ability to do so."
Aro scowled. "Are you going so far as to threaten me Major Whitlock?"
Jasper stepped forward, venom in his tone as he spoke. "It is only a threat when one is indecisive on following through Aro. Look at this as more of an opportunity to save your sorry ass. I suggest you take it."
Aro looked livid but calculating before he turned and left, closing the door behind him without uttering another word.
Jasper turned to a stiffly standing Peter and Charlotte, anger still rolling off him as he stared at Pete for a moment.
Faster than my eyes could follow, he had Pete slammed up against the wall. "Words cannot express how badly you fucked up here today Captain. You have become complacent and all together too comfortable in your dealings with me. I intend to remedy that. You will meet me in the training room this afternoon at 4:00 sharp for your punishment. Now get out."
Peter looked resigned to his fate as he answered. "Yes sir Major."
I glanced at Charlotte and she looked desperately scared. She faced Jasper, her hands wringing together nervously.
"Please Major… What were we to do? He is a Volturi King… Were we supposed to turn him away? Deny him entry?"
The entire time she was speaking Peter was tugging her arm, shaking his head.
Jasper crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at the two. "Control your mate Captain. She over steps and my tolerance is nonexistent. Leave. Now."
Peter practically dragged a protesting Charlotte to the door, pushing her through before exiting and closing the door after himself and Jasper turned to me, gesturing to the container and bag sitting on the table. "I brought you breakfast. Sit down and eat. I'm sure you're hungry. I'm going to shower and change. Do not open that door for anyone."
I nodded and sat as he went into the bedroom, opening the container and bag to find a cappuccino and some warm pastry-like buns that smelled delicious. Huh, I guess the whole eggs and bacon thing isn't the norm over here, but I was fine with that.
I ate quickly once I started, finally realizing how hungry I really was, my thoughts wandering to what had taken place after Jasper had given Aro the boot. He was clearly beyond pissed at Peter, but why? Nothing untoward had happened after all. It had all been very innocent. I backed off that thought for a moment, remembering that he could feel the underlying emotions of those involved.
Perhaps Aro's creepiness had been more than just on the surface? I shuddered at the thought, wondering just what the weirdo had been feeling where I was concerned, my breakfast now churning uncomfortably in my stomach.
I rose, throwing the empty bag and container away before going to the small fridge he'd had brought in for me. I grabbed a bottle of water and took a seat on the couch, my thoughts going back to the Major's reaction.
I was having a really hard time mustering any sympathy for Peter as he had been nothing but an asshole to me, but I felt for Charlotte. She'd looked really scared and while she hadn't been overly friendly in our brief meeting, she hadn't been unkind either. Maybe we could be friends someday? That is, if Peter survived whatever this punishment turned out to be…
My thoughts were interrupted by Jasper coming out of the bedroom, hair still damp from his shower. As usual, he was fucking gorgeous, but he still looked pissed off, and that was pretty intimidating. Still, I felt the need to say something, so despite my better judgement, I spoke up.
"Why was all of that such a big deal Jasper? You let that Jane bitch touch you much more intimately on the plane. All he did was visit and hold my hand briefly… it wasn't as though you walked in on us fucking or something…"
He was facing away from me, and I saw him freeze mid-action at my, admittedly, careless words. When he did finally turn to me, his eyes were black as pitch.
He moved too quickly for me to see and the next thing I knew, I was pinned down on the couch, his body on top of mine, his lips at my neck, the points of sharp fangs just barely grazing my skin as he spoke with quiet intensity.
"You are mine Isabella… my mate. No other male has a right to touch you, do you hear me?"
He sucked lightly at the tender skin just under my ear as he pressed his hips forward into my center and I couldn't help myself… I moaned, my hands clutching tightly to his back as I spread my legs widely, wrapping his hips as I arched into his hardness without thought. Oh god, how he could reduce me to such a needy bitch within moments, I would never know, but he could and I wanted him… now.
He chuckled darkly as his lips trailed up my jaw and over to my waiting mouth where I met his kiss eagerly, fully taking as well as giving, our tongues delving and tasting, mine finding a sharp fang, purposely drawing blood as an offering… a taste. He growled into my mouth, grinding his hard cock into my center as his arms wrapped around me and he rose from the couch, carrying me to our bedroom where he placed me in the center of the bed.
His black gaze locked with mine as he undressed me, his hands caressing my skin as he removed each garment, but as good as it all felt, I couldn't get a question out of my mind. "What about Jane?"
He hesitated in his movements for a moment. "What about her?" He continued, popping the front catch of my bra and I reached up, staying his hand.
"You let her touch you. You've had sex with her. Will you continue with her?"
He ripped the straps that held the bra in place. "What do you care? You hate me, remember?"
He smirked and it pissed me off.
I pushed his hands away. "Go fuck yourself then if you can't give me a straight answer."
~o0o~
Lemon Alert
~o0o~
I gasped as he had me bare in seconds and he turned me face down with a growl, raising my hips as I heard the sound of his zipper.
I felt the head of his cock swipe through my slick folds a second before he entered me, seating himself fully as he ground out the word "Mine".
I grasped at the pillow beneath me as he pulled out and thrust back in firmly, setting a slow pace, his solid strokes jolting me with every thrust in.
I moaned and pushed back into him as I looked back over my shoulder, my lip curling in something close to a snarl. "I will not be second to anyone."
He wrapped me in his arms, raising me up against his chest, one hand fondling my breast while the other wrapped my waist, his lips now at my neck as he continued to fuck me without mercy.
I turned my head, my lips finding his, both of us battling each other in a heated kiss that I finally broke with a loud moan, my eyes closing for a moment as I concentrated on the feel of him stroking into me, hitting that special spot within each time without fail. Still, he had not acknowledged me and I was determined that he would.
I grabbed the back of his head with my hand, our gazes locked. "I'll not be second!"
He growled and nipped my neck, his breath fanning my moistened skin as he answered. "Just what do you want from me?"
My head rolled back on his shoulder as his thrusts gained in intensity. "Oh jesusss" I groaned, feeling my center tighten, my peak quickly approaching. Meeting his gaze once again I managed an answer. "What do you want from me, Major?"
He growled, picking up his pace just a little more. He was trying to fuck me to silence. I was determined to get my answer.
"You are mine! Tell me Isabella, who do you belong to?"
God, speaking now was truly a challenge as all I wanted to do was scream, the sensations flooding me almost unbearable, but I managed. "I refuse to belong to anyone who won't put me first!" I looked at him again. "Make me first. Turn me… so that I may claim you in turn… I dare you."
I cried out with my orgasm just as he growled loudly, a dark fire in his eyes as he bared his fangs, burying them in my neck as he came, his cock seated deeply inside me, his venom flooding into me through his bite.
I smiled through the pain and the pleasure.
I would now truly be his mate and he mine…
…for I would now be Vampire.
"Yours Major. I am yours."
Bella's POV
I awoke early the next morning, my mind going into overdrive instantly at all that had happened to me over the past few days. It was almost incomprehensible, and I ran a hand through my hair, grabbing a handful at the roots and tugging as I tried, once again, to grasp it all.
Jake… was dead... he'd been able to shift into a giant wolf, vampires were real, and not only that but I was now… mated to what seemed like the coldest and meanest of the lot.
I blew out a breath and released the hair I'd been tugging, turning my head to stare out the window as I grudgingly admitted to myself that things could be worse. After all, he hadn't really been mean per se, just cold and somewhat distant.
My thoughts drifted to my mother and the many 'boyfriends' she'd had during the course of my childhood and I shuddered with the memories. I had seen truly abusive men, at times more closely that I liked to recall. There had been two over the course of the years, and neither of them had been the screamer that I had recalled earlier. No, these men had both been quiet in their mannerisms, but there had been a violent and cruel undercurrent to them that I had sensed even at that young age and I had avoided them as best I could.
My mother, however, hadn't been so fortunate, or shrewd was probably the better word, and I'd witnessed many an incident of her being choked, slapped and even punched until she'd finally had enough and gave them the boot.
The part I found most curious is that I never felt such misgivings with… Jasper. Yes, Jasper. I had to stop using derogatory names with him… Sure, he was cold and reserved and could definitely be an asshole, but I never felt that he would really hurt me. I guessed that was why it was so hard for me to curb my mouth with him, although I wouldn't be forgetting the time he'd virtually lit my ass on fire any time soon either.
I yawned and stretched, groaning when a decided soreness in the lady parts made itself known, the recent loss of my v-card instantly at the forefront of my mind.
After we'd finished and had stared at one another for a few beats, he'd lifted me off of him, stood, gotten dressed and told me not to leave his quarters.
He'd left then and I'd been a bit confused and… well, outraged by that. What had just happened between us had been… profound for lack of a better term, and he'd simply gotten up and walked away. Hadn't he felt it too?
I threw back the covers and got out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to take care of the daily routine.
Okay, that makes it sound like I strolled in to the bathroom and I didn't. Far from it. Put it this way, the Major wasn't lacking the in the package, so yeah, I was walking a bit… funny. What I wouldn't give for a fistful of ibuprofen right about now…
The massive, sunken tub caught my eye, the thought of soaking in some steamy water way too good to pass up so I started the tap, adjusting it to the perfect temperature before standing to strip while it filled.
Grabbing two fluffy towels out of the cabinet, I set them on the floor by the tub and eased my way in to the water, relaxing back with a sigh as the heat eased my aches slowly but surely.
As I sat there soaking, my mind drifted back to the day before and our encounter in his study, my eyes closing as I pictured his sleekly muscled form, remembering the way it had felt under my hands, under my lips, the way he'd felt buried deep inside me as I rode him, the pain of my first time mixed with a primal pleasure…
Opening my eyes, I groaned in frustration at myself, realizing that I was becoming aroused and frankly a little pissed off at the realization that I would probably jump his ass if he were to walk in at this moment. Jesus. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I shook my head as I scooted down in the water, soaking my hair before washing it. Time to get my head straight and face whatever this day had in store. After all, at this point, there was just no telling what was next. Fairies? Leprechauns? Dancing fucking elves? Who knew?
Turns out, as I walked out into the living room, it was Aro that was in store. Or at least he was sitting on the couch conversing with Pete-the-asshole Jr. and his mate Charlotte, whom I'd only met briefly.
The creepy fucker stood with a shark-like grin when he saw me. "Ah, the lovely Isabella! What a delight." He walked toward me and I raised a brow at him as he grabbed my hand, cupping it within both of his own as he bowed his head over it.
When he looked back up, he seemed a bit shocked, which I found sort of weird. "Something wrong?"
I tugged my hand which he'd continued to hold and he went from looking shocked back to smiling like a fucking loon. "No my dear, nothing at all. I was just a bit startled. It seems I cannot read you and such has never happened in all my years."
It was at that very moment, with Aro the creeper still clutching onto my hand that Jasper walked in carrying a bag and a container, his eyes locking instantly on my hand held by Aro.
"What the fuck are you doing here Aro and why are you touching my mate?"
He instantly dropped my hand and backed away. "Ah, Major Whitlock. I had just dropped by for a friendly chat. I thought to welcome your mate properly since I didn't have an opportunity to do so before."
Jasper frowned, his eyes quickly darkening to a frigid black as he stared at Aro. He held a hand out to me.
"Isabella."
Somehow, despite my proclivities for being a sarcastic ass, I grasped that now was not the time to fuck with him, so I moved to his side, taking the offered hand.
He stepped toward Aro a bit while pulling me to stand behind him, never once taking his eyes off of the creepy King.
"She is my mate; my human mate and was already being watched over by the only vampire that I would assign such a responsibility." His gaze cut toward Pete fleetingly. "Although, I can see that responsibility may have been misplaced. My point is Aro, you should respect an incomplete mating enough not to interfere as you have here today. Not only is your proximity too close, but you went so far as to touch her!"
I could now feel the waves of anger coming from Jasper and Aro held up a hand, backing away somewhat.
"Major Whitlock, my actions today had nothing but the most innocent of motivations…"
Jasper cut him off mid sentence. "You forget that I can feel your emotions Aro. I suggest you leave while you still have the ability to do so."
Aro scowled. "Are you going so far as to threaten me Major Whitlock?"
Jasper stepped forward, venom in his tone as he spoke. "It is only a threat when one is indecisive on following through Aro. Look at this as more of an opportunity to save your sorry ass. I suggest you take it."
Aro looked livid but calculating before he turned and left, closing the door behind him without uttering another word.
Jasper turned to a stiffly standing Peter and Charlotte, anger still rolling off him as he stared at Pete for a moment.
Faster than my eyes could follow, he had Pete slammed up against the wall. "Words cannot express how badly you fucked up here today Captain. You have become complacent and all together too comfortable in your dealings with me. I intend to remedy that. You will meet me in the training room this afternoon at 4:00 sharp for your punishment. Now get out."
Peter looked resigned to his fate as he answered. "Yes sir Major."
I glanced at Charlotte and she looked desperately scared. She faced Jasper, her hands wringing together nervously.
"Please Major… What were we to do? He is a Volturi King… Were we supposed to turn him away? Deny him entry?"
The entire time she was speaking Peter was tugging her arm, shaking his head.
Jasper crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at the two. "Control your mate Captain. She over steps and my tolerance is nonexistent. Leave. Now."
Peter practically dragged a protesting Charlotte to the door, pushing her through before exiting and closing the door after himself and Jasper turned to me, gesturing to the container and bag sitting on the table. "I brought you breakfast. Sit down and eat. I'm sure you're hungry. I'm going to shower and change. Do not open that door for anyone."
I nodded and sat as he went into the bedroom, opening the container and bag to find a cappuccino and some warm pastry-like buns that smelled delicious. Huh, I guess the whole eggs and bacon thing isn't the norm over here, but I was fine with that.
I ate quickly once I started, finally realizing how hungry I really was, my thoughts wandering to what had taken place after Jasper had given Aro the boot. He was clearly beyond pissed at Peter, but why? Nothing untoward had happened after all. It had all been very innocent. I backed off that thought for a moment, remembering that he could feel the underlying emotions of those involved.
Perhaps Aro's creepiness had been more than just on the surface? I shuddered at the thought, wondering just what the weirdo had been feeling where I was concerned, my breakfast now churning uncomfortably in my stomach.
I rose, throwing the empty bag and container away before going to the small fridge he'd had brought in for me. I grabbed a bottle of water and took a seat on the couch, my thoughts going back to the Major's reaction.
I was having a really hard time mustering any sympathy for Peter as he had been nothing but an asshole to me, but I felt for Charlotte. She'd looked really scared and while she hadn't been overly friendly in our brief meeting, she hadn't been unkind either. Maybe we could be friends someday? That is, if Peter survived whatever this punishment turned out to be…
My thoughts were interrupted by Jasper coming out of the bedroom, hair still damp from his shower. As usual, he was fucking gorgeous, but he still looked pissed off, and that was pretty intimidating. Still, I felt the need to say something, so despite my better judgement, I spoke up.
"Why was all of that such a big deal Jasper? You let that Jane bitch touch you much more intimately on the plane. All he did was visit and hold my hand briefly… it wasn't as though you walked in on us fucking or something…"
He was facing away from me, and I saw him freeze mid-action at my, admittedly, careless words. When he did finally turn to me, his eyes were black as pitch.
He moved too quickly for me to see and the next thing I knew, I was pinned down on the couch, his body on top of mine, his lips at my neck, the points of sharp fangs just barely grazing my skin as he spoke with quiet intensity.
"You are mine Isabella… my mate. No other male has a right to touch you, do you hear me?"
He sucked lightly at the tender skin just under my ear as he pressed his hips forward into my center and I couldn't help myself… I moaned, my hands clutching tightly to his back as I spread my legs widely, wrapping his hips as I arched into his hardness without thought. Oh god, how he could reduce me to such a needy bitch within moments, I would never know, but he could and I wanted him… now.
He chuckled darkly as his lips trailed up my jaw and over to my waiting mouth where I met his kiss eagerly, fully taking as well as giving, our tongues delving and tasting, mine finding a sharp fang, purposely drawing blood as an offering… a taste. He growled into my mouth, grinding his hard cock into my center as his arms wrapped around me and he rose from the couch, carrying me to our bedroom where he placed me in the center of the bed.
His black gaze locked with mine as he undressed me, his hands caressing my skin as he removed each garment, but as good as it all felt, I couldn't get a question out of my mind. "What about Jane?"
He hesitated in his movements for a moment. "What about her?" He continued, popping the front catch of my bra and I reached up, staying his hand.
"You let her touch you. You've had sex with her. Will you continue with her?"
He ripped the straps that held the bra in place. "What do you care? You hate me, remember?"
He smirked and it pissed me off.
I pushed his hands away. "Go fuck yourself then if you can't give me a straight answer."
~o0o~
Lemon Alert
~o0o~
I gasped as he had me bare in seconds and he turned me face down with a growl, raising my hips as I heard the sound of his zipper.
I felt the head of his cock swipe through my slick folds a second before he entered me, seating himself fully as he ground out the word "Mine".
I grasped at the pillow beneath me as he pulled out and thrust back in firmly, setting a slow pace, his solid strokes jolting me with every thrust in.
I moaned and pushed back into him as I looked back over my shoulder, my lip curling in something close to a snarl. "I will not be second to anyone."
He wrapped me in his arms, raising me up against his chest, one hand fondling my breast while the other wrapped my waist, his lips now at my neck as he continued to fuck me without mercy.
I turned my head, my lips finding his, both of us battling each other in a heated kiss that I finally broke with a loud moan, my eyes closing for a moment as I concentrated on the feel of him stroking into me, hitting that special spot within each time without fail. Still, he had not acknowledged me and I was determined that he would.
I grabbed the back of his head with my hand, our gazes locked. "I'll not be second!"
He growled and nipped my neck, his breath fanning my moistened skin as he answered. "Just what do you want from me?"
My head rolled back on his shoulder as his thrusts gained in intensity. "Oh jesusss" I groaned, feeling my center tighten, my peak quickly approaching. Meeting his gaze once again I managed an answer. "What do you want from me, Major?"
He growled, picking up his pace just a little more. He was trying to fuck me to silence. I was determined to get my answer.
"You are mine! Tell me Isabella, who do you belong to?"
God, speaking now was truly a challenge as all I wanted to do was scream, the sensations flooding me almost unbearable, but I managed. "I refuse to belong to anyone who won't put me first!" I looked at him again. "Make me first. Turn me… so that I may claim you in turn… I dare you."
I cried out with my orgasm just as he growled loudly, a dark fire in his eyes as he bared his fangs, burying them in my neck as he came, his cock seated deeply inside me, his venom flooding into me through his bite.
I smiled through the pain and the pleasure.
I would now truly be his mate and he mine…
…for I would now be Vampire.
"Yours Major. I am yours."
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