The Moon Sisters: A Twilight story

Chapter Thirteen

Book in hand, Lola returned to her bedroom to continue to read Romeo and Juliet in private. After Edward had pulled Emmett away before he could make the necessary repairs, her bed was still destroyed from their love making just hours ago. Lola decided to seat herself in her purple, fuzzy, oversized bean bag chair for the remainder of the evening. An hour had passed when she heard something tap lightly against her  window. Placing a bookmark between the pages, she puts it on a nearby table before going to the window to find Emmett on the ground below. 

"What do you think you're doin'?" Lola asked him sweetly after opening the window.

"I'm gonna go get me a mountain lion. Do you wanna join me?" Emmett replied hoping she would keep him company. 

Lola nodded, "Yes, but I need to get dressed before we go." Her accent came out thicker than she realized as she had a flashback of their recent activities. 

Emmett's eyes connected with Lola's before  he found himself climbing the side of the house and standing in her room. Seeing Lola in her short nightie with nothing underneath made Emmett's desire burn, unable to keep his hands to himself he pulled her close. His lips devoured her own as his hands roamed over her body before ripping off her nightgown, revealing her naked torso underneath. "Mmm.." Lola was taken by surprise at the quickness of his hands but it excited her more. She moaned as she touched his body but Emmett grabbed her wrists, bringing them to a halt. "Nu huh, not this time, Sweetness. I only want to play with you."  Both moaning quietly, Emmett picked Lola up and laid her on the floor naked as he stayed fully clothed. He slid between her legs causing her to be spread eagle, before diving between her thighs. Tasting every drop that came from her body as his tongue traced circles around her sweet spot. 

When they finally hunted they found themselves standing in front of their prey, Lola spotting a mountain goat while Emmett had his eye on a challenging mountain lion, silently contemplating their next move. She launched at the mountain goat tackling it to the ground with ease, it put up a decent fight before finally giving up the fight. Once Lola sank her fangs into the goats neck, blood flooded her mouth. Coating her lips and tongue in the thick red substance. Emmett, on the other hand, had absolutely no problem taking down the large mountain lion. Pouncing on its back before wrapping his strong arms around its neck and squeezing tightly. He sank his teeth into the lion's neck, instantly making it go limp and drop to the ground, dead.

"Son, I sense you are worried." Carlisle said in a calm demeanor as he looked at a distraught Edward walking toward him. "Carlisle, there is something I must tell you." 

"What is it?" Carlisle asked with concern in his voice, knowing it must be important if he was interrupted during his hunt.

"The human girl, Bella Swan, that I've hung out with a couple times was killed by one of our kind. There's a new coven three in Forks and their leader was obsessed with the hunt. One of the wolves found her body, from his thoughts it seemed that he was in love with her."

Carlisle sighed with exasperation before realizing that even though it wasn't a member of his family that killed Bella Swan. To the wolves, the treaty is broken.

"Carlisle!" Edward shouted, alerting Carlisle of the large wolf pouncing at him from behind. Carlisle jumped out of the way just as the wolf was midair and joined Edward at his side before the two took off as fast as they could. The two made it home safely and in time to meet up with Emmett and Lola, who had just returned from hunting. Alice burst out the front door and all but materialized beside Carlisle. Edward was quick to read her mind. 

An open field appeared in Alice's mind. Her family, along with the Moon coven, standing on one side. A pack of large snarling wolves stood on the other side of the field as the trio of intruding vampires stood in the middle. For a brief moment the "vegetarian" vampires and the wolves worked together to defeat a common enemy, but one wolf still seeked vengeance. He looked to Edward then Tristan before landing on Winter, as if he were demanding her to choose. As Winter looked at both men in her life, Alice's vision faded. "Tell us what you saw." Carlisle demanded, eager to work out a safe solution where no one could be harmed. "We win." Edward kept his response short, but spoke it loud enough for Alice to hear. You have to tell someone, Edward. If you don't then I will! Alice thought to Edward as she gave him a stern look. When Edward turned to Alice his eyes were black and full of acceptance. He furrowed his brow before giving her a light shake of his head, silently begging her to keep silent. 

Tristan stood in front of Winter, hot water continued to pour over them both as he positioned his body against hers. His shaft pressing hard against his denim jeans, begging for release. They stood in that position for mere minutes but it felt like eternity for Winter, who had just admitted her love for her own creator. 

"Is breá liom tú." Tristan replied in perfect dialect, staring deep into her eyes as their faces were but a breath apart.

("I love you.")

Winter let out a sigh off relief, her eyes peering up at her mate. She had spent years unable to be touched, not just by a man but by anyone. Just being able to touch him at her will was moving mountains in her mind. No more words needed spoken, Tristan kissed Winter deeply to the point her body was pleading for more, before slipping back into his soaked t shirt and disappearing out the large shower window. Once Winter finished in the shower she slipped into her black floor length, silk nightgown. "Well, not many guys will get to see you in this." She said to herself before letting out a melodic laugh. She had laid under her pearl white comforter before clicking on her television to watch old black and white films. Landing on Holiday Inn with Fred Astaire, Winter discovered a letter on one of her pillows.

My Queen, 

Your lips call to me, begging for relief from mine own mouth. Not a day passes that I haven't longed for your kiss. As time fleets passed my desire grows stronger, more animalistic. I crave to hold you in my arms once more. Until our lips meet again. 

T. Woods