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𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲
I was bent over the hood of Emmett's jeep, my toes barely touching the ground.
Emmett had one hand nearly denting the hood of the truck beside my head while the other was beneath me, his fingers circling my clit while he thrust into me from behind.
Emmett's loud groans were the only sound reaching my ears while his movements were sending me further and further toward the cliff. Like every time we were together, it was almost too much. My senses were over worked, my skin hyper sensitive to every little touch.
I was letting out cries of pleasure as I felt myself careening toward the edge. I just needed....
As if he read my mind, Emmett folded over me, his teeth finding that spot between my neck and shoulder as he bit down. I instantly came with a scream, Emmett's free hand quickly clamping over my mouth and silencing my loud cries of pleasure.
He quickly found his own release, pulling away from me with a satisfied groan. "Fuck, that was..."
"Amazing," I finished, his hand pulling away from my lips.
Emmett chuckled in agreement as he slowly slipped out of me, leaving me feeling hollow and empty in an instant. I pouted in disappointment, wishing we could do it again already. But my recovery wasn't that quick.
Em slowly helped me to the ground, steadying me when my legs threatened to give out on me. I giggled, holding onto his big arms to steady myself. Blood still coated his lips and I gave a small smile at the sight.
Okay, so it was weird.
But Carlisle had said it was probably not weird. Last month after Emmett and I first had sex and he bit me for the first time-- something that has become a habit now-- we went to Carlisle to have a very awkward conversation about it.
Carlisle hadn't heard anything about that sort of thing but said that since it wasn't hurting either one of us--- meaning hurting me physically or hurting Emmett's ability to not eat people-- then it was probably something totally normal.
Since most vampires had mates that were also vampires, there wasn't a lot of information on human-vampire mate pairings. So it could be normal and we just don't know. Either way both Emmett and I really enjoyed it for some reason, so we kept doing it after Emmett was thoroughly reassured that it in no way caused me pain. Which, weirdly, it didn't.
You'd think it would hurt, I mean it was a bite for heaven's sake. But in all reality, it felt good. Almost too good. I was also extremely careful to keep the bite marks covered up and hidden, though that wasn't hard since they healed at an exceptional rate.
After quickly fixing my clothing, I turned toward my boyfriend who was running a hand through his dark curls. They were slightly longer than they had been when we first met, thought Emmett insisted that it was impossible since vampires hair didn't grow. I wasn't fully convinced, though.
