Dorothea Caddel, is born into a wealthy family that can easily give her a plane or a planet to her wishes but what if something deep is hidden in the mask of a perfect family, a devil that she fears but soon learns to accept as love. That story chan...
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Dorothea waved as their last guest disappeared into the forest, their figure fading into the shadows. The wolves had long since left after the chaotic events in the living room, no doubt eager to return to their own lives. Esme and Rosalie had taken charge of cleaning up, their soft murmurs filling the house as they put everything back in order, while Carlisle had fully embraced his 'dad mode,' now comfortably seated in front of the television with Dean, the two immersed in whatever show was playing.
Upstairs, Alice and Renesmee were lost in their own world of dress-up, laughter spilling from Alice's room like a melody. However, Dorothea knew it wouldn't be long before they raided her closet in search of new outfits, a tradition she had long given up trying to stop.
Meanwhile, Edward and Jacob had resumed their usual bickering, their voices carrying through the house. Jacob, as always, delighted in teasing Edward by calling him "father-in-law," much to the vampire's irritation. Across the room, Bella sat deep in conversation with Emmett, but knowing Emmett, whatever they were discussing had long since taken a turn for the ridiculous.
As Dorothea took in the scene around her, a question popped into her mind—where was Jasper? The thought had barely crossed her mind when suddenly, strong arms swept her off her feet, spinning her in the air. A gasp left her lips, but laughter quickly followed as she recognized the firm grip on her waist.
"I've been aching for your touch, darling," Jasper's deep voice murmured against her ear as he set her back on the ground. His hands wasted no time roaming her figure, fingers grazing her sides in a way that made her shiver.
Dorothea barely had a moment to react before Jasper effortlessly hoisted her over his shoulder. "Jas—!" She let out a surprised laugh, smacking his back lightly as he strode toward the door.
"See y'all later," Jasper called out in a lazy drawl, fully aware that the entire family had heard him. The amused chuckles and knowing glances did nothing to slow his pace as he carried her out of the house, heading straight for their own.
The moment they reached the front door, Jasper spun her around, caging her between him and the wooden frame. His intense gaze bore into hers before he claimed her lips in a deep, feverish kiss, his fingers brushing under the hem of her shirt.
"Slow down, cowboy," Dorothea teased, pressing a hand against his chest in an attempt to put some space between them.
Jasper growled in response, his grip tightening around her waist as he pulled her back in, his lips moving to her neck. He took his time, leaving lingering kisses along her skin, his breath warm against her collarbone. Dorothea struggled to find the door handle behind her, her mind clouded by the way Jasper's lips trailed lower.
Finally, her fingers found the metal knob, and with one swift motion, she pushed the door open. They stumbled inside, but Jasper, ever the gentleman in moments like this, shifted his weight just in time to keep them from falling too harshly onto the floor. Instead, he smoothly maneuvered their descent, ensuring she landed safely beneath him.
