Sunday, November 28, 2010

A OneShot from yellowglue

On Top of the Covers
         (with love, on your birthday)
         To: TwiCharmed
         From: YellowGlue

never in the sheets, she likes it on top of the covers...
         -Girl Talk: Play Your Part

One year ago today, I was carrying her from the forest floor - passed out, freezing cold.  Her red-from-the-wind cheeks had matched her red-from-crying eyes.

Not her birthday, but two days after it.  That day we don’t talk about...

She spent her birthday this year in Florida with her mother, and two days later now, she was due at the airport any minute.

I shifted my weight from my left foot to my right where I stood next to Charlie, awaiting her arrival.  We made eye contact in our peripherals, each of us semi-smiling. 

Awkward.  Standing next to him was beyond awkward.

Last year we were friends - or the closest thing Charlie had to friends for as much time as he liked to spend alone.  He’d fallen all over himself thanking me for weeks for returning his daughter to him safe and sound.

The last few months had been a slightly different story though. 

In truth and fairness, that was both our faults.  While Charlie didn’t “know” anything for a fact, the way she looked at me was obvious to anyone who could see it, and I hadn’t kept her very honest when I was helping her sneak out her window every other night.

I couldn’t help it.  She hadn’t given it up yet, but fuck if I didn’t want to spend every hour I could with my body up against hers.

Over our clothes usually.  Mouths open, taking and giving kisses in turn.  Hands coming to know the feel of one another's hardest and softest places.  On top of the blankets in my bed, we’d turn and tangle for hours, until she was this blushing, begging little thing, whimpering and grinding and all Please, Sam... Please.

When I lit her up just right - teased her relentlessly and drew her pleasure out with soft touches, kissing and sucking and nipping with my teeth at the bottom of her tummy where she’d let me push her shirt up... When I held her release from her and made her me ask for it, she’d shake from her head to her curling little toes when she came, bucking her hips against my hand through her jeans.  Then she’d erupt into this adorable fit of almost completely breathless giggles. 

I loved that sound, loved seeing that smile on her face.  All pleased and grateful, not a worry or care or pain in her whole world.  I wanted to make her that happy all the time.

I licked my lips and dropped my eyes to my shoes, trying to hide the grin the following thought brought to my face.

I could just tie her to my bed and keep her there.  Feed her by hand.  Tease and worship her body with mine, constantly - the way it deserves to be.  The way she deserves to be.

I dragged my hand down my face, pushing the thought from my mind.  The last thing I needed while I was standing next to her Dad was a hard-on. 

I scanned the crowds of people for her face, looking for her in an effort to clear my mind.  It was really no use though.  I hadn’t seen her in days, and every part of me was acutely and achingly aware of it: Her absence, my missing her.  Her pending arrival, all the things I wanted to do to show her how much I’d missed her... 

The night before she’d left, she’d surprised me in the best way. 

The blankets on my bed were a mess from the hour or so we’d spent twisting and rocking against one another.  I’d break from her lips to kiss her neck, the top of her chest, her stomach where she’d let me push her camisole up but not all the way off.  But I couldn’t stay away for long, I’d return my lips to hers after just minutes.  She had the sweetest mouth - all those soft sounds she made, the taste and feel of her tongue, the way her jaw would fall slack and her mouth would just hang open, gasping in shallow breaths right before she broke apart...

Her departure the next morning made me hungry for every kiss I could take before she left.  And she was not without want of her own.

“Relax, baby,” I shushed her gently, my lips near her ear.  She ground her hips against mine, desperate and frantic for friction, pressure, release.  She was working too hard.  She was going to lose it...

She groaned into the bend of my neck and I pressed my hand firmly between her legs, over her jeans.

“Bella, baby, relax.  I’ve got you.”

I could feel her through the denim, feel how much she wanted me.  I pressed harder against her, rubbing my fingers in a demanding pattern that exerted authority and made her coo as she gave in.

Without warning, she dragged her hand from where she was squeezing my shoulder down to her jeans.  Her other arm tightened around my neck, holding tightly to me as she undid the copper button and fly, and reached to tug my hand inside.

“I need you, please, Sam.  Touch - Ohhhhhh -”

Both of us lost our words as my hand slid against her.  She arched her back and bent her knees, and spread her legs farther apart for me, searching for a better angle, for more contact. 

I squeezed the back of her neck with my other hand, holding her in place and trying so hard to maintain control.  She whimpered louder, writhing upward against my body and I held her tighter still, closing my eyes, feeling her all hot against my hand.

My fingers slid up and down, spreading her open with each pass - she was soft, all soft and smooth and bare and so wet.  I held tight to her neck to keep from standing from the bed and turning on the light, tearing her jeans and panties from her because now that I’d felt her, I wanted so much to see her, naked and spread for me.  I held tight to her to keep from dropping down between her legs, and taking into my mouth, onto my tongue all the sweetness I felt all over my fingers.

Again and again she came, shaking hard, tears of too-much, too-good welling up in her eyes.  I was careful with her, staying mostly outside, rubbing tight little circles over and around her clit.  She was beyond words, but I listened carefully to the pitch of her cries and gave to her everything she needed. 

I dragged the last one out for so long she was almost completely incoherent, her head turned left into the pillows, her face twisted with need and pleading.  For long, slow minutes, I swirled my fingers between her clit and her opening, dipping inside and drawing more of her wetness out, rubbing it gently into the little nub, making her arms and legs and stomach all quiver. 

She was mumbling, begging these high-pitched, breathy sounds.  I gave in slowly.  Just the tip of my finger at first, then back out, then in again, a little deeper.

Then out again.

Then in again, a little deeper still.

She lifted her hips from the bed, arching her back higher, desperate.  I pressed the heel of my hand against her, pushing her back down into my bed. 

Her pleasure echoed in my ears and I slid my finger deeper, curling it gently inside her, coaxing her need out and making it mine.

She bloomed hotter against my hand, her whole body trembling as she crested.  Her cries gave way to airy laughter almost right away, and her arms wrapped tight around my neck, clinging to me, thanking me with the softest, most innocent and most exhausted little kisses. 

I rolled my eyes, willing my cock to stand down, turning my body momentarily to adjust it and keep it secret. 

The time and effort I spent willing it down was all for nothing though.  Bella arrived just minutes later, smiling bright.

Standing next to Charlie hadn’t been awkward at all; it was nothing compared to the ride back home. 

The way she looked at me was obvious to everyone that could see it, and I was counting the hours until I could help her sneak out her window and get her on top of the covers, in my bed.

A Birthday Preview from sleepyvalentina

For TwiCharmed's birthday, a Darkrooms and Safe Light preview...

The first time Edward was engaged isn’t like this. Though he cared for Rosalie, it wasn't at all like the passion he feels for Bella.  Edward and Rosalie grew up together; she'd become a ward of his father after her parents died of cholera while abroad. As a little girl she was pretty, if somewhat vacuous. Then Rosalie became a young woman—and a very beautiful one at that—and Edward finds himself interested in playing games with her in which she's not a knowing participant. From a tiny whole in the wall separating the linen closet from her bathroom he'd put there for this purpose, he watches her bathe, studying her perfect body. Her skin is flawless porcelain, her full breasts decorated with puffy, pink areolas and tiny inverted nipples. She gives Edward many orgasms without her consent.  Unbeknown to him, he isn't the only one.

Late one evening in Edward's twenty-second year, Rosalie enters the bathroom just as she always does, but this time, she's in hysterics. Seconds after she clicks the lock into place, Edward hears his father's voice. 

"I'm not changing my mind, Rosie." His words are slurred as if he's had a bit too much brandy. "If you don't get rid of the brat, I'll put you out on the street, and I'll make sure you never see a penny of your inheritance. I will not have a bastard running around here for everyone to see. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir," she says between sobs. 

"When I return from my card game, I expect to find you a bit more accommodating. You're here on my whim; it's time you catered to them."

Rosalie lie on the bathroom floor sobbing,  and when she take off her dressing gown and chemise, her skin is covered in bruises. Edward doesn't have to wonder where they came from; he knows all too well the kind of man he father is. 

He doesn't watch her bathe. Instead, he goes to the hallway and waits for her to emerge. When she does, her face is red tear-stained; she's clutching her dressing gown closed tightly.

"Might I have a word with you, Rosalie?"

"Please, no," she says. "Not more of that..."

"Are you with child?"

Rosalie nods slightly, tears falling down her cheeks. 

Any doubt  Edward had regarding Rosalie's exact predicament is no longer present; he knows what he needs to do. 

A Special Message from Sweet Dulcinea

Hey girl!  I just wanted to pop in to say happy birthday and wish you the very best!  I hope it's a fantastic day and that you get everything (and anyone) you want  ;)   If you want to drop me a tweet with a pairing and prompt, I would love love love to write you a little bday drabble!

A Special Message from MasenVixen

Happy Birthday TwiCharmed!  

Readers like you are the reason we keep writing.  Thanks for being so supportive and just, in general, lovely. We love you muchly and hope you have a fantastic day!  xoxo M&V (MasenVixen)

A Special Message from Le Crepuscule

Happy Birthday beautiful!

You are such a wonderful person and I am so glad to have met you. I hope your birthday is fit for the wonderful person that you are!

Much love,

Brittany aka Le Crepuscule

A Birthday Outtake from jkane180

For Kari, the closet freak,

Here's how I think Jacob and vamp Bella would get down! Hope it satisfies your inner freak! ;-) Happy Birthday!!

Love you,

Jess (jkane180), the not-so-closet freak



“You shouldn’t be here,” I growled at her.

“I know,” she agreed.

“I hate you now.” I meant it. My first instinct was to rip her to shreds. My second was the same as it had always been: to make her mine. I hated her for tearing me in two.

“I know,” she said again.

And then she lunged at me. I felt the first ripplings of the wolf trying to break out, but the look on her face wasn’t what he expected to see, and I froze.

Her cold, hard mouth smashed into mine. I still couldn’t bring myself to move, but Bella didn’t seem to care. Her mouth worked against mine, her hands roamed my bare torso, and her pelvis came flush with mine.

“Please, Jacob,” she pleaded against my mouth. “Please pretend it’s still the old me. Just this one time. I need this. I need to be just Jake and Bells again.”

“You don’t look the same,” I complained, inadvertently moving my lips with hers. “You don’t smell the same or sound the same.”

“How do I taste?” she purred before delving her tongue into my mouth.

I moaned in spite of myself, caressing her tongue with my own. She didn’t taste like human Bella had, but I couldn’t deny that she was delicious.

“Jake and Bells never did this,” I said instead of telling her my thoughts.

“They should have,” she panted.

I couldn’t argue with that. I tried to lose myself in the kiss, focusing on the way Bella had looked when she was alive, but I couldn’t get past all the differences.

“I can’t,” I grumbled.

“Yes, you can, Jacob. You already are.” She placed one palm on my dick while the other arm forced my hand onto her breast. “I can feel how much you want me.”

“I wasn’t thinking of you.” That was a half-truth, and from the look in her eye, I could tell that Bella knew it.

“You can’t ever have her, Jacob. She’s dead. I’m here, and you can have me, but I won’t wait forever for you to make up your mind,” she said coldly, stepping away and turning her back to me. “You aren’t the same Jake either, you know. My Jacob promised to love me even after my heart stopped beating.”

Without thinking it through, I moved behind her, grabbed her hips, and pulled her ass roughly to grind my dick against it. She let out a gasp followed by a moan.

“I can’t treat you the way I would have treated her. I don’t love you.” Another half-truth that I’m sure she saw through.

“I know.”

With a growl, I pulled on her hair until she tipped her head back enough for my liking. I bit and sucked at her neck – in the exact spot I’d always imagined placing soft kisses on my Bella – hard enough to leave a hickey on a woman with blood in her veins. She ground her ass into me, and I moved my hands up under her shirt to knead her breasts roughly.

I wanted to fuck her just as much as I wanted to punish her for being the wrong Bella.

“Get naked,” I grunted.

She did as I asked while I watched, my emotions still warring within me. When she was finished, she moved back to me, attached her mouth to mine, and unfastened my shorts. I let her slip them off before I shoved her away from me.

“I don’t want to see your face,” I told her and pushed her toward a tree.

She braced her arms in front of her against the tree, apparently willing to let me take her however I wanted.

I closed the distance between us and forced her legs apart with my knee. My cock slipped between her legs to find her swollen and wet. I changed the angle and drove myself inside her, holding still once I was balls deep. I can’t say I’d have been any gentler if she hadn’t been ready for me; her frozen body could take my abuse.

Her cunt was cold when it should have been warm, but it was still so tight and wet, and I growled in frustration.

“Fuck me, Jake,” Bella panted, wriggling around on my dick.

I pounded into her with force, not caring whether the tree would scrape up her arms or her arms would cut the tree.

“Fuck!” I yelled in resentment. Why did she have to feel so right and so wrong at the same time?

Her pussy warmed up as I fucked her, and it would have been a little easier to pretend she was my Bella, but I was way beyond that. Maybe some other time. Maybe I could get her into a hot shower and then pretend I was making love to the real Bella.

Or maybe this would be the only time she came to me like this.

Bella was thrusting her hips in rhythm with mine and chanting my name breathily, and as her cries sped up, I guessed that she was getting close to coming. My balls tightened with the knowledge; I wanted to come with her. I kept up the same pace until she exploded, wailing my name, clenching around my cock, and dripping juice that was probably poisonous.

Despite it all, sensation won out over emotion, and I buried my dick all the way inside to shoot my load in her. I had to bite down hard on my tongue not to scream her name. I tasted blood and knew we were both being punished.

I stepped back and slid out of her, immediately wanting a shower. Could that shit hurt my dick?

“Don’t come back here, Bella. You broke the treaty for a fuck, and you might not find me willing to cooperate next time.”

She turned to face me, but I spun away. I let the wolf inside me break out and had to get away from Bella before he would attack her.

In the distance, I heard her say, “I know,” one final time.

A Special Message from Simone

Happy Birthday, Kari! 

You were one of my first Twi friends, and I'm so glad I've gotten to know you. You're a beautiful and positive person, and you bring so much light and fun to this fandom! 

Have a great day! 

A Special Message from whatsmynomdeplume

Dear TwiCharmed/Kari,

I hope you have a FABULOUS birthday and that everything you want to happen on that day comes true--but not like Cordelia when she made her wish on Buffy lol. Annnnnnnyway, I hope you are surrounded by ones who love you and HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN!

Anya (aka whatsmynomdeplume)

America's Next Top Model - model Americans

Kari is obsessed with everything related to pop culture. Well, not just pop culture. Let's be real. It's celebrities.

Kari, as you know, I've been campaigning to get the Kardashian sisters to tweet you for your birthday. I know I'm personally shocked! that we haven't heard from them yet. But, the day isn't over and I still hold out hope.

I made this little bit 'o pretty where we can put their tweets, should they ever come.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

A Special Message from Kassiah

A Birthday Outtake from Twisurfgrl

Sam’s List or 10 Things I’m Going to do to Bella Swan by Twisurfgrl

I’m the type of guy who gets what I want. End of story. I’m determined, I work hard, I’m organized and I don’t let obstacles stand in my way. I don’t have time for stupid shit like bucket lists or celebs I’d like to fuck lists. In fact, there’s only one list I have … 10 Things I’m Going to do to Bella Swan. And when I cross off everything on that list, I’ll be the happiest guy on the planet. ‘Cause when that shit’s complete, I’ll have accomplished the most difficult and important task in my life - claiming Bella Swan. She hasn’t fully accepted it yet, but that girl belongs to me, and I will claim what’s mine.  Go ahead, call me an arrogant or a cocky bastard. I am!   But when I have her bent over my kitchen table, skinny jeans shoved down around her knees, my dick buried balls deep in her pussy (#10) ...I know who’s name she’ll be screaming.  

I’ve known Bella all her life, Charlie’s been bringing her down to the rez forever.  Yeah, I’ll admit that I’ve always felt a pull toward Bella, but Christ, I’m 10 years older than her. I made myself stay away from her, had fun elsewhere -  I am a guy. Now that she’s legal, I’m done with that. I’m a man on a mission, with list in hand, and there’s no putting off the inevitable. She’s coming around, and I won’t take no for an answer. It’ll happen - slower than I want, but faster than she can imagine.  

Seeing Bella for the first time in her tiny bikini was a revelation.  Her little body, so slim and mostly naked just about killed me. I didn’t know I could walk around with a boner for that long and still live. But right there at Jake’s birthday party, feeling like a pervy creeper, I followed her around, dying to do all sorts of dirty things to her sexy body. I wanted to take off that little bikini top, in front of anyone that wanted to see, and just play with her fucking fantastic tits. I’d pinch her nipples, just hard enough to hurt - so she’d feel good. Then I’d lick and bite at those little berries and squeeze the plump sides until she came just from my mouth and my fingers on her tits. Yeah … I love Bella’s tits and that is a true fact. (#6)

It’s not just the sex (although I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t horny as hell). Look at her, talking with Leah in the kitchen. I’ve never been poetic or anything, but the way the light shines in her pretty brown hair is really nice. And now she’s laughing, and her whole face lights up, as if the sun is shining from inside of her. She is my sun and I’m more than content with the pull I feel towards her. All I want to do is be where she is, be a part of whatever is happening with her. I want Bella in all ways possible. I can’t keep my eyes off of her … the guys know, but what’s new? I can’t hide anything from them, so I don’t even try to mask it anymore. Bella must feel my eyes on her, ‘cause she looks up and blushes when she catches my gaze.  I love to catch her blushing, it’s such a perfect combination of sweet, innocence and sexy. Causing Bella to blush at least once a day is high on my list of priorities (#4).

What else you wonder? I’d like to make her ass blush (#7).  Don’t give me that shocked look. Bella can be a fucking handful, figuratively and literally. Case in point. I slowly make my way towards the kitchen, keeping my eyes on Bella the whole time. I don’t want her running out on me, which she does when I make her nervous. And I make her nervous because I make her want things she hasn’t experienced before therefore doesn’t know how to deal with. Exactly the reason she fights this magnetic pull between us so fucking hard. I fucking love that … I get off knowing that I am the first guy she’s felt this way about.  Fuck! I can see her trying to get away before I get to her. That’s okay. I give her my best smile and picture my hand print turning pink on her lush ass. ‘Cause like I said, she’s a handful.  One I’ll definitely like dealing with. Do I want to tame her? Hell, no! What fun would that be?

Bella doesn’t know it, but I had a long talk with Charlie last week. I may have known both of them forever, but he is her father … and the town sheriff. The man has a gun, and he’s not afraid to use it. He was gruff and acted all grumpy and pissed when I told him I would be dating his daughter. Shit, I told him I was making her mine! So, yeah, he knows about my plans for Bella … well, the G-rated version at least. He definitely has not seen my list! But for all his fatherly concern and gruffness, I know there was relief in Charlie’s eyes when we had our little talk. I guess he’s ready for the right guy to take up the reigns of caring for Bella.  Being the man that I am, I did the old fashioned yet honorable thing and let him know I’d be dating Bella. There was no permission asked for or granted, but an understanding was reached, and as far as I am concerned, what Bella doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Bella turned from Leah and began slowly making her way towards the door, making sure never to make eye contact with me. It didn’t really matter, because I was going to follow where ever she leads me.  At least for now.  Someday soon, I’ll have Bella Swan and all the 10 things on my list will be complete.  Yep, all ten. I know I didn’t share everything on my list, but my philosophy is always leave them wanting more. I will share this last thing.  The number I’d be most happy to cross off? (#1) - Marry Bella Swan and make her mine. Forever.

A Birthday Outtake from BellaFlan

A/N - Happy Birthday, Kari! Here’s the first chapter of a short Sam/Bella fic I’m writing just for you. Hope you like it :)

Photo prompt: 

“I want to die,” I gasped. I should’ve been dead. The ground was cold, and I curled into a gulley in the earth, allowing it to cradle me like a grave. This was where I was supposed to die; I was certain of it. Silently, I prayed for the earth to swallow me whole. Oh, god, I couldn’t... I just refused to deal with the anguish of losing him.

In that moment, I knew Tennyson had it wrong. It wasn’t better to have loved and lost than to have never loved. If I’d never loved him, I wouldn’t be wishing for my death. I’d been to Heaven, and living without him was living in Hell.

At least my body was frozen and numb with shock. It was a comforting kind of impotency, and I clung to the anesthesia.

In the distance I heard the lonely cry of a wolf and wondered if he would be my salvation... and I, his dinner.

“Come and find me,” I challenged, my voice barely a feeble whisper above the unmistakable sound of paws padding over leaves. “Make it quick.”

But just as fast as the footsteps came, they retreated, and I whimpered, “Come back. Bring me my death!”

“Shh, you don’t want to die.”

Strong, warm arms found me in my cold death bed. I shuddered against them, denying myself the comfort. This was where I wanted to be interred – here in the space Edward abandoned me. My heart turned to ash the moment he stopped loving me. I wanted the rest of my body to become dust too.

“Leave me alone,” I whispered.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Bella,” he assured me. “Do you know who I am?”

“S-Sam,” I stuttered, my teeth chattering.

“That’s right.” He pulled me into his lap and rubbed my arms with his hands, melting my frozen back by holding me flush against his chest. Heat positively radiated all over and around me. “I’m not going to let you die out here, so get that idea out of your head.”

I shook my head petulantly, softening into his embrace. I couldn’t help myself. The heat was just too inviting. Later. I’d find ways to stop the pain later. Now, all I wanted was this heat.

“So warm,” I whispered, pressing my cheek against his bare chest. His skin was smooth and smelled slightly sweet - like cedar and rain.

“Bella...” His voice cracked under an emotion I didn’t understand. “Please, look at me?”

I didn’t want to open my eyes. “Just hold me,” I pleaded. “My eyes hurt.”

“Alright,’ he relented, tightening his embrace. “We can’t stay outside for much longer or you’ll freeze. I’m gonna take you home.”

“No!” My eyes popped open. “N-No, I can’t go home.” If he took me home I’d be forced to deal with the reality of what had happened. I couldn’t do it... not yet. “Anywhere else, but not home.” I gripped his neck as stood, holding onto me like I was no more than a rag doll in his arms.

Unlike cold marble, he was flesh and muscle and heat. I could feel his heart pumping blood through his veins when I pressed my fingers into his neck. He was so human. So masculine. So... different.

“Take me to La Push. Where’s your car?” My teeth chattered against him, and I brushed my mouth and nose over his collar bone.

“I don’t have it with me.”

“How did you get to Forks then?”

“I, um, ran.” He brushed my frozen hair away from my face and looked at me strangely. Actually, his entire face looked quite odd - ethereal almost. His eyes had a luminous quality to them; the light from the moon seemed to reach nothing else but his pupils, making them shine. There was barely any moon out. How was it possible that he shone like a beacon in the shadow of night?

“How? How did you run the entire way?”

“Bella... I need to tell you something. Now’s not the right time though. I need to get you somewhere warmer.”

I was a leaf on the wind, nodding weakly in his arms as he carried me through the dense, dark woods. The wind howled and I keened as it sliced through my body. His warmth brought my frozen body to life, forcing blood to pump stubbornly back into my extremities.

It burned.

“Please,” I begged, not knowing what I was asking for. “Please keep me warm. I can’t-- I’m too cold to keep moving. Could we just stay here?”

“Shit,” Sam swore, dropping carefully to his knees. “Shit,” he repeated helplessly. “What other choice do I have?”

Was he asking me? His eyes belied that he was struggling with something.

“Close your eyes and count to ten, okay?” He set me down on the ground, and I swallowed a sob, lamenting the loss of his delicious warmth. “Don’t be afraid,” he pleaded, lowering to his knees and cupping my chin in his palm. “When you open them... whatever you see, don’t be afraid.”

I closed my eyes and counted: one, two, three...

The heat receded, and I let out a surprised cry as cold air stung my face where his hand had been.

“Sam,” I whispered.

“I’m here.” His voice came from behind me, but I couldn’t see him. “Keep counting.”

“Four, five, six... come back, Sam. I’m cold.”

“I’m coming. Don’t be afraid when you see me again.”

I didn’t question what he was saying. My head was spinning like a dervish, my mind racing with terrible thoughts. But somewhere in the fugue of my desperation, there was a calm. Sam’s embrace was inexplicably comforting. I was reeling. Being with him out here was like finding solace in the eye of a storm.

“Seven, eight, nine... I’m confused,” I muttered, groping blindly for his warmth and keeping my eyes stubbornly closed like he’d asked. “Sam, I don’t really know you, but I feel so safe in your arms... ten.”

Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me. I opened my eyes and screamed. Oh, god; Death had found me.

A giant black beast lowered to his haunches before descending upon me like a shadow, draping his heavy body over me

“Please,” I wailed, thrashing beneath his weight. A low sound rumbled in his throat like a purr, and a hot blast of air pushed through his muzzle, billowing out into the cold air like smoke.

I thought I was ready to die, but as I stared into the beast’s yellow eyes, I thought of Sam and didn’t want to give up.

I wanted to live.


In the surreal realm between dreams and delusion, I had a vision of a giant black wolf. He kept me safe and warm throughout the night, thawing my frozen bones and stunted heart. When I awoke, the wolf was replaced with Sam, and the woods had transformed into a bedroom.

Groggy and confused, I stretched and rolled away from him, only to have him pull me back against his naked torso.

“Bella,” Sam whispered in his sleep. “I love you.”

I love you.

The nightmare returned to me then. Love. Life. Everything. Gone.

Except in the wake of the storm, I no longer remembered the pain with such clarity. The pain was replaced with the strangest compulsion.

“Sam,” I whispered, rolling over to face him. Closing my eyes, I followed my instincts, pressing my mouth to his neck.

“Hey,” he said, sighing. “How’re you feeling?”

“Good,” I replied, continuing to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. “Really good.”

“Ahhh...” His hands encircled my waist, resting on the small of my back. “You feel so good right there... so perfect.”

Nothing in my universe made sense anymore.

“Why do I want you like this?” Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself on top of him, straddling his hips. I kissed a line from his jaw to his ear and moaned when I felt his erection twitch beneath me through his jeans. “I don’t understand...”

“I can explain it to you, baby, but not in the position we’re currently in.” But he made no move to push me off him. In fact, he grabbed my waist even tighter, pulling me down against the growing bulge between his hips.

The compulsion transformed into a conviction: I needed to make love to Sam. Despite everything I thought I knew about myself, I’d never known true need before until this very moment. I’d die if he rejected me.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Please what?”

“I need you.”

“What do you need?” he ground out, letting his hands wander up my stomach to my ribs, his fingers barely grazing the undersides of my breasts. My nipples tightened almost painfully, and I arched my back, encouraging him to touch them.

“Please... make love to me.”

“Fuck,” he swore, squeezing his eyes shut. “I really think we need to talk first.”

“Please,” I begged pathetically. I lifted myself up a little, only to drag my crotch over his, once, twice, and again, working myself into a frenzy of lust. “I need to feel you inside of me.” I pulled my shirt over my head before he could say anything and palmed my breasts over my bra. My entire body overheated. Every nerve ending was alive and screaming for his touch. “Fuck me, Sam.” I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, watching his eyes widen in appreciation as my breasts spilled forward.

“Oh, shit.” He pulled me over him so my torso was flush against his, my breasts flattening against his chest. “You feel so good.” He lifted his hips off the bed, and I could hear the rustling of his jeans. “I want you so much.”

“Then take me,” I pleaded.

He growled and flipped me onto my back, burying his face into my neck. His hot tongue stroked my flesh, and he kissed along my neck, blowing air onto the skin as he licked. I felt my entire body erupt into goosebumps.

“More.” I reached down to undo my pants and wriggled out of them as he continued to assault my neck with the sweetest kisses. When my legs wrapped around his hips, his mouth found mine. His lips parted against my own. I sucked his lower lip between mine and then darted the tip of my tongue into his mouth.

“Now, Sam... I need you.”

“No, Bella. I need to tell you first...”

“I don’t care...” I was a woman possessed. Whatever he had to tell me could wait.

He groaned and positioned himself where I craved him most. “I need to tell you about imprinting,” he whispered.