Follow Where The Music Takes You

Butterflies

Bella

I was reasonably calm and in control, for a newborn, Peter said that was amazin'. My temper was a little out of whack and my brain-to-mouth filter seemed to be completely missing. Not that it was that great to start with but now, well! After telling Rose if I'd swung that way I'd do her and complementing Char on her spectacular rack several times, Jasper pulled me away up the stairs to the sound of Peter and Emmett's laughter.

"Darlin' how do you want to feed, the choice is yours? I will still be huntin' animals, but you don't have to you could go with Peter and Char" he said calmly while watching me peruse his body and I know he could feel my desire.

"Both, I could hunt with you sometimes and them at other times! Only carnivores though, none of that deer crap. I could always tell when you'd made do with them, the disgust rolled off you in waves" I say moving closer and touching him gently.

I was gently following the contours of his face and neck, running my fingertips over his shoulders and down his arms. I could feel the little dips and raised areas, where he had been bitten and needed to see them. As I went to push back his sleeves and he tried to stop me, I felt his fear,

"Why are you afraid?" I asked, now sliding my hands up his chest and heard his breath catch.

We didn't need to breathe but did so instinctually, it aided our sense of smell and taste. He cocked his head at me,

"How did you know I was afraid? I'm not projectin' darlin'!" he asked in a low huskier tone,

"I feel you, I know what you are feeling, all the time" I replied, sliding my hands inside the collar of his shirt and just tore it open.

My eyes never left his and he stood stock-still, waiting for my reaction. I pushed it off his shoulders and was confronted with a long-sleeved tee. Dear God, was he one of those parcels you opened to music, ripping off a layer each time it stopped? The tee shirt disintegrated under my more powerful fingers and at last, I could see him.

I don't think he expected my reaction, the deep purring sound emanating from my chest and my tongue darting out to soothe the scars on his neck and jaw. He made as if to stop me and a small growl left my throat as I nipped his skin in warning. Then I was hit by his reaction three different ways.

His feelings of desire and lust increased, his scent deepened with his arousal and his body quivered under my fingers and tongue. His more obvious reaction to my touch is to me, the most gratifying. I do that to him, my touch fuels that desire. He once more tries to stop me, but I'm in full-on mate mode and my growling increases as I try to soothe these long-healed scars.

"Don't fight her Major, just relax and enjoy the attention. You'll end up losin' an arm if you fight her! You'll make her distraught" Peter's voice floats through my consciousness and I feel Jasper relax under my ministrations.

The room now reverberated to the sound of us both purring loudly. I had worked my way down his back and was starting around his waist mewling and whimpering at the amount of damage inflicted on my mate's chest. One of his hands was on my head stroking my hair as he attempted to soothe me, I could barely register the words just the tone and feel of his emotions.

By the time I'd covered his whole chest with my venom and had once again reached his waist, the jeans he was wearing were no more. He had ripped them off himself and I gave a satisfied grunt as I pushed him onto his back on the bed. Barely seeing the hand that was stroking himself, as I continued my diligent attack on every scar.

I pushed off his boots, seeing scars on his feet, ankles and knees, the signs of dismemberment registering in my brain and demanding my attention. Bites were on his upper thighs and then the obvious indication that he'd had his legs removed at some point drove me on to near madness. But as I nuzzled and sucked the skin from his hip to his groin he convulsed under my lips and the smell of his spilt venom awoke another more primal need in my body. I let out the most guttural growl, roaring,