The Writer
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 10
Major Jasper Whitlock's POV
I paced the living room of my quarters, one hand running through my hair every so often, as a low growl escaped me.
I was angry, and I couldn't quite pin-point the cause. I growled again at the frustrating thoughts in my head.
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, is it Major?" my decidedly sarcastic inner voice sneered.
All right, so I knew very well why I was angry. I had let myself be baited in the heat of the moment into changing my mate well before I'd intended to, and I had never succumbed to such tactics in my existence.
That little slip of a girl, currently on day three of writhing in pain on my bed, had manipulated me completely and that fact pissed me off.
I'd had things to take care of damn it, one very big one being handing Peter his ass for not keeping Aro's slimy hands off of my mate. I had, of course, had to cancel that and everything else after her change had begun. I wasn't about to leave her in such a vulnerable state, especially since I couldn't even trust my Captain to take care of her properly.
Growling again in frustration, I turned and went to the sidebar, pouring out a glass of blood from the carafe I'd had delivered earlier.
Sipping it slowly, I worked to get my anger in check. I needed to be sharp for when she awoke. No one knew better than I, just how much of a pain in the ass a newborn vampire could be, and if I were broadcasting anger when she awoke, it would only serve to make the situation worse.
Draining the rest of the blood in the glass, I set it aside and made my way into the room, my eyes slowly roaming over her form, taking in all the changes her transition had wrought.
She was fucking gorgeous, most of the soft features she'd had as a human now toned and enhanced. Her hair had lengthened a bit, the color now deep and rich with highlights. Her skin was flawless and her body looked fully matured, the burn of my venom enhancing her curves to such a degree that I found myself becoming aroused just looking at her.
Damn, but she affected me like no other female ever had, and in every way, eliciting emotions from me that I'd never felt before; something that made me entirely uncomfortable.
I could handle wanting to dominate her. I could even handle the possessiveness I felt where she was concerned—she was mine after all—but these other feelings… feelings of actually caring for another being, were entirely foreign to me and if I were to be honest, made me feel vulnerable; a fact that I hated and didn't know how to deal with.
I knew it was unreasonable to blame her for the way I felt, for my anger, but that was my initial response, a defense mechanism, I could admit, if only to myself.
Still, after these three days doing nothing but thinking on my situation, I finally conceded that these were my hang-ups and it was unfair of me to put them off on her.
With a tired sigh, I finally allowed myself to sit on the bed where I reached out, gently tracing her cheek with my fingers. "Just what is it you're doing to me Isabella?" I found myself murmuring. "Why do I feel so lost where you're concerned? Me… an Empath, and I have no idea how to deal with these feelings you bring out in me…" I traced her crimson-tinged lips, my eyes following the path I made over their pillowed softness with a fingertip.
"What am I to do? For the very first time in my existence, I don't have all the answers… Just who am I where you're concerned and how do I not lose myself in the discovery?"
I drew my hand back from her face at the sound of her quickening heartbeat, knowing from that sound alone that she would wake soon.
Standing, I moved back from the bed, not wanting her to feel crowded or intimidated, especially since my scars would be much more prominent to her now and would probably scare her.
It wasn't that I was ashamed of my scars; quite the opposite actually since every vampire who'd ever marked me I had put an end to.
No, ashamed I was not, but I knew they caused an instinctual fear from others of my kind who took them as the warning they are, so I gave her plenty of space to look her fill and hopefully acclimate to my presence without attacking.
A final pained gasp and the absence of a heartbeat had me crossing my arms over my chest as I causally leaned against the wall, watching her body tense as I whispered out, "Here we go."
Bella's POV
I lay here on this bed of torment, wondering just how long this miniature version of Hell would keep me in its grip, when the sound of a door opening caught my interest.
I'd known that he was checking on me every so often, but it had seemed like an eternity since he'd been here last and it made me wonder just how long it had really been.
One thing I knew for certain; time was impossible to gauge through this all-consuming burn. Hell, just thinking and reasoning had taken all my focus if I were being totally honest.
My thoughts and senses refocused on Jasper as I felt him draw closer to the bed, so sensitive had I become to this connection that existed between us.
As a human, I had felt it as an undeniable attraction even though I had wanted to hate him but now… now, as I drew closer to the completion of my change, the connection was a definite need, a desire to be close, to possess and be possessed, and it was soul deep.
I felt the bed dip as he sat beside me and almost whimpered at the feel of his touch on my face as his fingers traced over my cheek and lips, but what really got my attention was the words he quietly spoke as he did so.
"Just what is it you're doing to me Isabella?"
My mind raced in confusion at just what he could mean by that, until I heard him speak again.
"Why do I feel so lost where you're concerned? Me… an Empath, and I have no idea how to deal with these feelings you bring out in me…"
Feelings? I was pretty certain that I must be hallucinating now as, who I was sure was the coldest, most unfeeling vampire in existence sat here confessing feeling something for me. The very same icy bastard who had killed my best friend without showing an ounce of remorse or sympathy was feeling lost and having feelings for me? Just not fucking possible…
Then his voice, the tone sounding for all the world somewhat vulnerable and conflicted, grabbed my attention again.
"What am I to do? For the very first time in my existence, I don't have all the answers… Just who am I where you're concerned and how do I not lose myself in the discovery?"
I lay here, the portion of my mind not focused on the pain in total shock, as I realized that he was truly feeling lost and conflicted, his words conveying nothing but the truth as he felt it inside.
My heart took off just then and I felt him move away from the bed. It took all I had not to scream out in agony as my heart sped to its end and stopped just as I gasped in relief as the pain left me.
The sound of whispered words caused my body to tense instinctively, the instant reaction shocking me somewhat as my mind worked to take in all the new information from my environment; the sounds, the scents… especially one in particular; the scent of what I knew, on a primal level, to be that of my mate.
My reaction to it drew a low growl from me, a spike of desire shooting through me as my eyes flashed open, instantly zeroing in on his form as he leaned against the wall, maintaining a very casual stance as I studied him.
He was, of course, magnificent, but with an edge of pure danger as I realized, with shock, that I had never seen him clearly before this moment, my human eyes having been too weak to perceive the many bite marks that littered his skin.
The sight of so many bites on my mate drew yet another involuntary reaction from me and I was up off the bed in a flash, a hiss leaving me as I bared my fangs, my body in a semi-crouch, just waiting for any threat.
He frowned a bit at this, speaking in a low but firm voice. "No one's gonna hurt you Isabella. Calm yourself."
His words had just the opposite effect on me as they only served to piss me off.
Just what the hell did he mean? Calm down? How could I possibly calm down when he was marked in such a way? He was mine damn it, and yet all these others had their marks on him. Just the thought of it had me livid and I wasn't sure how to stop the escalation of my anger.
One thing I did know, however; I needed to get my mark on him and the sooner the better. I growled lowly in satisfaction at the thought of placing my mark and with my mind made up, I sprang at him, intent on doing just that.
Major Jasper Whitlock's POV
I felt the moment she had resolved to act, and braced for action as she sprang at me, rolling to pin her beneath me as she hissed and growled in a desperate bid to bite.
I had to admit, I was a bit shocked by this as I had done nothing to promote her aggression, but then sometimes newborns were just aggressive and didn't really need a reason.
Chuckling darkly at her efforts, I pinned her arms above her head in one hand as I grabbed her chin with my other, drawing her gaze to meet mine through her struggles. "What the hell got into you that you felt it necessary to attack me Isabella?"
Her eyes flashed in anger and defiance as she hissed out her answer. "Mine, you are mine! Who were all these others that marked you?"
Ah, so that's what the problem was; my scars and her instinctive possessiveness. I smirked as we stared at each other, the feel of her body pinned beneath mine making my urge to take her almost overwhelming. "These marks are from war Isabella, not other partners. There is nothing sexual or possessive to them. Every vampire that left a mark on me died for it, I assure you."
She struggled on, growling, fangs on full display with her next words. "You are my mate and I will mark you as such!"
Bella's POV
He laughed at me after I said that, causing my anger to spike, especially since it seemed that I couldn't escape his iron grip.
"Well, you're certainly welcomed to try little girl, but I mean to stop you. I've had enough of vampires sinking their teeth into me, so I'm tellin' you now, I won't stand for it, mate or no. You'll just have to learn to live with it."
I renewed my struggle, bucking my body beneath his as he growled and held on. "Quit your shit little girl or I'll make you."
"You can try." I hissed out, snapping at his hand as he moved to grab my chin again.
He moved like lightning after that and before I knew what was happening, I found myself face down on the floor as he ripped the clothes from my body, my struggles all in vain as his hold stayed true.
The sound of a zipper was the only warning I had before he raised my hips, nudged my legs apart and entered me smoothly, his hand on the back of my neck keeping my upper body pinned to the floor as he fucked me slowly, mercilessly, his punishing strokes drawing cries of pleasure from me as I began to push back into them as much as he allowed, wanting more, needing more…
"Faster please Major" I pleaded, wishing he'd free me so that I could truly participate.
All I got in response was a low, dirty chuckle. "You think I'm gonna give you what you want? After the way you've behaved? Trying to bite me after I told you no? Nuh uh, little girl… this right here?" He growled, thrusting into me powerfully as I gasped and cried out. "This is a lesson baby doll. You're gonna learn how to act, and who you belong to, who you submit to, and you're gonna be screaming it out before I let you come, you hear?"
I growled and tried my best to get away from him but there was just no way, his hold too sure, his experience too vast in dealing with unruly vampires.
It was around this point that I found the pleasure becoming so overwhelming, my need for release becoming so great, that it was on the verge of being painful as tears filled my eyes. "Please Major, faster please… I need to come… please!"
I was right there… right on that edge between agony and absolute ecstasy… and I just knew if he gave me a little more speed…
"You think if I speed up it'll put you over the edge I have you on don't you little girl?" He chuckled through his pants and growls of exertion, his thrusts solid, his pace deliberate, and torturous at this point, my unfulfilled need drawing whimpers from me.
"Tell you what… I'll speed up, but guess what you forgot?" he asked as he leaned down, placing a slow sensual kiss on my shoulder.
I shook my head as well as I could, his hold on me still solid.
"You forgot my gift sweetheart." He murmured, close to my ear, causing a pleasant shiver to run through me. "It makes no difference how fast or slow I go, I could make you come right this second…" He gave me an extra hard thrust drawing a moan from me. "…or I could draw this out all night, it's all up to you darlin'. You know what I want." He straightened back up and resumed my blissful torture, his cock filling and stretching me each time he seated himself deeply.
I snarled as defiance welled up inside me. "I refuse!"
He chuckled and picked up his pace, his trim, muscled hips snapping forward time and again as that unfulfilled sensation built to ever greater proportions within me, a cry leaving my lips with every stroke he gave me until I was sure I would die if I didn't reach that peak soon. I simply couldn't stand it any more, so I broke and begged.
"Please Major? Oh god, please! I need to come!"
He growled, his thrusts strengthening just that little bit more. "You know what I want Isabella and until I get it, your begging does no good."
I choked on a sob, my anger and pride a very bitter pill to swallow, but swallow it I did, and he must have felt the change.
"Who do you belong to Isabella?"
"You Major, I belong to you." I whimpered out as his strokes jolted me again and again.
"And?" He growled out.
I squeezed my eyes shut and snarled. "…and I submit! I submit to you Major."
He released my neck and grasped both my hips, picking up his pace even further. "You did not sound sincere little girl and I mean for your answers to come from your heart, now, who do you belong to Isabella?"
"You Major! Only you!" I cried out, now way past being desperate as I peered over my shoulder locking my gaze with his black one. "…and I submit." I hung my head and moaned, my inner muscles tightening around his punishing cock as he released his hold on my pleasure. "I submit to you my mate."
He reached down then, with gentle hands, and drew me up against him, kissing me deeply as he finally allowed me to shatter around him, my release blinding in its intensity, taking with it my ability to breathe for moments as it moved through my being.
I was conscious, on some level, of being filled by him, his groan of pleasure stifled against the skin of my neck as he held my slack and sated form in his arms, the last thing I heard before slipping into darkness being his quiet declaration.
"You are mine Isabella. Never, ever forget it."
Major Jasper Whitlock's POV
I paced the living room of my quarters, one hand running through my hair every so often, as a low growl escaped me.
I was angry, and I couldn't quite pin-point the cause. I growled again at the frustrating thoughts in my head.
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, is it Major?" my decidedly sarcastic inner voice sneered.
All right, so I knew very well why I was angry. I had let myself be baited in the heat of the moment into changing my mate well before I'd intended to, and I had never succumbed to such tactics in my existence.
That little slip of a girl, currently on day three of writhing in pain on my bed, had manipulated me completely and that fact pissed me off.
I'd had things to take care of damn it, one very big one being handing Peter his ass for not keeping Aro's slimy hands off of my mate. I had, of course, had to cancel that and everything else after her change had begun. I wasn't about to leave her in such a vulnerable state, especially since I couldn't even trust my Captain to take care of her properly.
Growling again in frustration, I turned and went to the sidebar, pouring out a glass of blood from the carafe I'd had delivered earlier.
Sipping it slowly, I worked to get my anger in check. I needed to be sharp for when she awoke. No one knew better than I, just how much of a pain in the ass a newborn vampire could be, and if I were broadcasting anger when she awoke, it would only serve to make the situation worse.
Draining the rest of the blood in the glass, I set it aside and made my way into the room, my eyes slowly roaming over her form, taking in all the changes her transition had wrought.
She was fucking gorgeous, most of the soft features she'd had as a human now toned and enhanced. Her hair had lengthened a bit, the color now deep and rich with highlights. Her skin was flawless and her body looked fully matured, the burn of my venom enhancing her curves to such a degree that I found myself becoming aroused just looking at her.
Damn, but she affected me like no other female ever had, and in every way, eliciting emotions from me that I'd never felt before; something that made me entirely uncomfortable.
I could handle wanting to dominate her. I could even handle the possessiveness I felt where she was concerned—she was mine after all—but these other feelings… feelings of actually caring for another being, were entirely foreign to me and if I were to be honest, made me feel vulnerable; a fact that I hated and didn't know how to deal with.
I knew it was unreasonable to blame her for the way I felt, for my anger, but that was my initial response, a defense mechanism, I could admit, if only to myself.
Still, after these three days doing nothing but thinking on my situation, I finally conceded that these were my hang-ups and it was unfair of me to put them off on her.
With a tired sigh, I finally allowed myself to sit on the bed where I reached out, gently tracing her cheek with my fingers. "Just what is it you're doing to me Isabella?" I found myself murmuring. "Why do I feel so lost where you're concerned? Me… an Empath, and I have no idea how to deal with these feelings you bring out in me…" I traced her crimson-tinged lips, my eyes following the path I made over their pillowed softness with a fingertip.
"What am I to do? For the very first time in my existence, I don't have all the answers… Just who am I where you're concerned and how do I not lose myself in the discovery?"
I drew my hand back from her face at the sound of her quickening heartbeat, knowing from that sound alone that she would wake soon.
Standing, I moved back from the bed, not wanting her to feel crowded or intimidated, especially since my scars would be much more prominent to her now and would probably scare her.
It wasn't that I was ashamed of my scars; quite the opposite actually since every vampire who'd ever marked me I had put an end to.
No, ashamed I was not, but I knew they caused an instinctual fear from others of my kind who took them as the warning they are, so I gave her plenty of space to look her fill and hopefully acclimate to my presence without attacking.
A final pained gasp and the absence of a heartbeat had me crossing my arms over my chest as I causally leaned against the wall, watching her body tense as I whispered out, "Here we go."
Bella's POV
I lay here on this bed of torment, wondering just how long this miniature version of Hell would keep me in its grip, when the sound of a door opening caught my interest.
I'd known that he was checking on me every so often, but it had seemed like an eternity since he'd been here last and it made me wonder just how long it had really been.
One thing I knew for certain; time was impossible to gauge through this all-consuming burn. Hell, just thinking and reasoning had taken all my focus if I were being totally honest.
My thoughts and senses refocused on Jasper as I felt him draw closer to the bed, so sensitive had I become to this connection that existed between us.
As a human, I had felt it as an undeniable attraction even though I had wanted to hate him but now… now, as I drew closer to the completion of my change, the connection was a definite need, a desire to be close, to possess and be possessed, and it was soul deep.
I felt the bed dip as he sat beside me and almost whimpered at the feel of his touch on my face as his fingers traced over my cheek and lips, but what really got my attention was the words he quietly spoke as he did so.
"Just what is it you're doing to me Isabella?"
My mind raced in confusion at just what he could mean by that, until I heard him speak again.
"Why do I feel so lost where you're concerned? Me… an Empath, and I have no idea how to deal with these feelings you bring out in me…"
Feelings? I was pretty certain that I must be hallucinating now as, who I was sure was the coldest, most unfeeling vampire in existence sat here confessing feeling something for me. The very same icy bastard who had killed my best friend without showing an ounce of remorse or sympathy was feeling lost and having feelings for me? Just not fucking possible…
Then his voice, the tone sounding for all the world somewhat vulnerable and conflicted, grabbed my attention again.
"What am I to do? For the very first time in my existence, I don't have all the answers… Just who am I where you're concerned and how do I not lose myself in the discovery?"
I lay here, the portion of my mind not focused on the pain in total shock, as I realized that he was truly feeling lost and conflicted, his words conveying nothing but the truth as he felt it inside.
My heart took off just then and I felt him move away from the bed. It took all I had not to scream out in agony as my heart sped to its end and stopped just as I gasped in relief as the pain left me.
The sound of whispered words caused my body to tense instinctively, the instant reaction shocking me somewhat as my mind worked to take in all the new information from my environment; the sounds, the scents… especially one in particular; the scent of what I knew, on a primal level, to be that of my mate.
My reaction to it drew a low growl from me, a spike of desire shooting through me as my eyes flashed open, instantly zeroing in on his form as he leaned against the wall, maintaining a very casual stance as I studied him.
He was, of course, magnificent, but with an edge of pure danger as I realized, with shock, that I had never seen him clearly before this moment, my human eyes having been too weak to perceive the many bite marks that littered his skin.
The sight of so many bites on my mate drew yet another involuntary reaction from me and I was up off the bed in a flash, a hiss leaving me as I bared my fangs, my body in a semi-crouch, just waiting for any threat.
He frowned a bit at this, speaking in a low but firm voice. "No one's gonna hurt you Isabella. Calm yourself."
His words had just the opposite effect on me as they only served to piss me off.
Just what the hell did he mean? Calm down? How could I possibly calm down when he was marked in such a way? He was mine damn it, and yet all these others had their marks on him. Just the thought of it had me livid and I wasn't sure how to stop the escalation of my anger.
One thing I did know, however; I needed to get my mark on him and the sooner the better. I growled lowly in satisfaction at the thought of placing my mark and with my mind made up, I sprang at him, intent on doing just that.
Major Jasper Whitlock's POV
I felt the moment she had resolved to act, and braced for action as she sprang at me, rolling to pin her beneath me as she hissed and growled in a desperate bid to bite.
I had to admit, I was a bit shocked by this as I had done nothing to promote her aggression, but then sometimes newborns were just aggressive and didn't really need a reason.
Chuckling darkly at her efforts, I pinned her arms above her head in one hand as I grabbed her chin with my other, drawing her gaze to meet mine through her struggles. "What the hell got into you that you felt it necessary to attack me Isabella?"
Her eyes flashed in anger and defiance as she hissed out her answer. "Mine, you are mine! Who were all these others that marked you?"
Ah, so that's what the problem was; my scars and her instinctive possessiveness. I smirked as we stared at each other, the feel of her body pinned beneath mine making my urge to take her almost overwhelming. "These marks are from war Isabella, not other partners. There is nothing sexual or possessive to them. Every vampire that left a mark on me died for it, I assure you."
She struggled on, growling, fangs on full display with her next words. "You are my mate and I will mark you as such!"
Bella's POV
He laughed at me after I said that, causing my anger to spike, especially since it seemed that I couldn't escape his iron grip.
"Well, you're certainly welcomed to try little girl, but I mean to stop you. I've had enough of vampires sinking their teeth into me, so I'm tellin' you now, I won't stand for it, mate or no. You'll just have to learn to live with it."
I renewed my struggle, bucking my body beneath his as he growled and held on. "Quit your shit little girl or I'll make you."
"You can try." I hissed out, snapping at his hand as he moved to grab my chin again.
He moved like lightning after that and before I knew what was happening, I found myself face down on the floor as he ripped the clothes from my body, my struggles all in vain as his hold stayed true.
The sound of a zipper was the only warning I had before he raised my hips, nudged my legs apart and entered me smoothly, his hand on the back of my neck keeping my upper body pinned to the floor as he fucked me slowly, mercilessly, his punishing strokes drawing cries of pleasure from me as I began to push back into them as much as he allowed, wanting more, needing more…
"Faster please Major" I pleaded, wishing he'd free me so that I could truly participate.
All I got in response was a low, dirty chuckle. "You think I'm gonna give you what you want? After the way you've behaved? Trying to bite me after I told you no? Nuh uh, little girl… this right here?" He growled, thrusting into me powerfully as I gasped and cried out. "This is a lesson baby doll. You're gonna learn how to act, and who you belong to, who you submit to, and you're gonna be screaming it out before I let you come, you hear?"
I growled and tried my best to get away from him but there was just no way, his hold too sure, his experience too vast in dealing with unruly vampires.
It was around this point that I found the pleasure becoming so overwhelming, my need for release becoming so great, that it was on the verge of being painful as tears filled my eyes. "Please Major, faster please… I need to come… please!"
I was right there… right on that edge between agony and absolute ecstasy… and I just knew if he gave me a little more speed…
"You think if I speed up it'll put you over the edge I have you on don't you little girl?" He chuckled through his pants and growls of exertion, his thrusts solid, his pace deliberate, and torturous at this point, my unfulfilled need drawing whimpers from me.
"Tell you what… I'll speed up, but guess what you forgot?" he asked as he leaned down, placing a slow sensual kiss on my shoulder.
I shook my head as well as I could, his hold on me still solid.
"You forgot my gift sweetheart." He murmured, close to my ear, causing a pleasant shiver to run through me. "It makes no difference how fast or slow I go, I could make you come right this second…" He gave me an extra hard thrust drawing a moan from me. "…or I could draw this out all night, it's all up to you darlin'. You know what I want." He straightened back up and resumed my blissful torture, his cock filling and stretching me each time he seated himself deeply.
I snarled as defiance welled up inside me. "I refuse!"
He chuckled and picked up his pace, his trim, muscled hips snapping forward time and again as that unfulfilled sensation built to ever greater proportions within me, a cry leaving my lips with every stroke he gave me until I was sure I would die if I didn't reach that peak soon. I simply couldn't stand it any more, so I broke and begged.
"Please Major? Oh god, please! I need to come!"
He growled, his thrusts strengthening just that little bit more. "You know what I want Isabella and until I get it, your begging does no good."
I choked on a sob, my anger and pride a very bitter pill to swallow, but swallow it I did, and he must have felt the change.
"Who do you belong to Isabella?"
"You Major, I belong to you." I whimpered out as his strokes jolted me again and again.
"And?" He growled out.
I squeezed my eyes shut and snarled. "…and I submit! I submit to you Major."
He released my neck and grasped both my hips, picking up his pace even further. "You did not sound sincere little girl and I mean for your answers to come from your heart, now, who do you belong to Isabella?"
"You Major! Only you!" I cried out, now way past being desperate as I peered over my shoulder locking my gaze with his black one. "…and I submit." I hung my head and moaned, my inner muscles tightening around his punishing cock as he released his hold on my pleasure. "I submit to you my mate."
He reached down then, with gentle hands, and drew me up against him, kissing me deeply as he finally allowed me to shatter around him, my release blinding in its intensity, taking with it my ability to breathe for moments as it moved through my being.
I was conscious, on some level, of being filled by him, his groan of pleasure stifled against the skin of my neck as he held my slack and sated form in his arms, the last thing I heard before slipping into darkness being his quiet declaration.
"You are mine Isabella. Never, ever forget it."
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