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It was another packed night at Darcy's, and there was no way I was going to leave my shift - and the tips I was sure to get - to go to a club with Angela. I loved her, really I did, but she used every excuse she could to get me to go to these clubs with her to set me up on dates.

It got old pretty quick.

I sent her a quick text telling her that we were swamped here before sliding my phone into my bag and turning back to the bar.

Darcy's was the place to be if you were in your mid twenties in Seattle on a Saturday night. Being a bartender definitely hadn't been the goal after I graduated from Seattle University but it paid the bills.

Besides, my writing was going to take off soon. It had to. I hadn't spent four years getting a degree in it to not use it.

Especially not with the hell I went through to do it. After I'd gone to Volterra to stop Edward from getting himself killed, the Cullens had stayed until the end of my junior year. I thought everything had been fine, but then he just dumped me in the woods and disappeared.

He wasn't in school - and neither were the rest of them. I drove up to the house and it was empty, save for the furniture. All their personal belongings had been removed, and if I hadn't known they'd been living there for years I wouldn't have believed it. They vanished so quietly and completely that it was hard to remember that everything that had happened was real.

But of course it'd been real. They'd been real. The entire town had talked about it for months - at least that's what I heard. I'd ended up so depressed that I could barely pull myself out of bed to attend class, let alone engage in the gossip over where and why the Cullen's had left Forks.

I'd been like that for almost a year before Jake finally pulled my head out of my ass and got me living again. I owed him everything; I really did.

He got me to move with him and Angela to Seattle and go to SU to pursue my writing; he got me this job at Darcy's and an awesome studio apartment in the same complex he and Angela shared an apartment in.

He helped me get my life together.

"Bella, can you switch me?"

I turned to see Benny, a fellow server, holding a pad of paper in a grip that turned his knuckles white.

"Why? Did something happen?"

Benny was twenty one, only four years younger than me, but I felt like his mom. He was flamboyantly gay and got slack for it from the occasional drunk idiot - and I was always quick to step in and handle it.

"No, it's just so overwhelming. We just got two more tables and it's only me since stupid Brittany just had to ditch us early and -"

I decided to stop his rambling before he had a chance to really get on a roll, "Take a breath, Benny. You serve the bar and I'll take the tables."

I'd worked here for almost five years and knew how to handle having multiple tables. Poor Benny had only started a month ago.

He looked relieved enough to kiss me, but opted for squeezing the life out of me before thrusting the pad of paper into my hand.

I rolled my eyes and stepped out from behind the bar, making my way over to a table I knew had been waiting for a while, before checking on a few others. When I scanned the rest of the tables to see if I'd missed anyone, I noticed two men sitting at the back booth, practically obscured in the little tucked off corner. Usually only couples picked that booth so that they could...explore each other, but it didn't seem like the two men were doing anything more than talking.

The man that I could see had light brown hair that just barely fell over his forehead, slightly wet from the ever-present Seattle rain. He was clearly well-toned, but not overly muscular.

He was beautiful, in all reality.

Too beautiful.

I wove my way a bit closer before he caught my eyes with his.

His red eyes.

Fuck.

No. Vampires were not allowed to be here. I had done such a spectacular job of avoiding them since the Cullen's left, and now here one - probably two - were, right in front of me, at the bar I worked at.

That definitely didn't strike me as a coincidence. Victoria was still out there, and I wasn't stupid enough to think she'd forgotten about me.

Straightening my spine I took a deep breath. It was fine.

They could just be here to socialize - Edward had told me of plenty of vampires who just went where humans were to feel more normal.

Then again this vampire had red eyes.

Pushing that thought away I took one more steadying breath before calmly walking over to their table. It wouldn't do me any good if they could hear my heartbeat hammering out of my chest.

"Hi, welcome to Darcy's, can I get you guys any - oh my god." I took an abrupt step back from the table, because the other vampire that had been sitting with the first was none other than Jasper Cullen.

"Bella?" His red eyes were wide in surprise, though I wondered how he hadn't noticed my smell the second he'd walked in. Freesias. They'd always said I smelled like freesias.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest as I eyed him suspiciously, glancing to his friend who hadn't stopped staring at me since the moment I walked up.

"What are you doin' here? Workin' in a bar?"

I had completely forgotten about his Texan accent, but I knew it'd been nowhere near this strong when I'd last seen him.

"I don't think you get to ask me anything, Jasper Cullen."

"Cullen?" the other man spoke up, a snort passing his lips before he said, "The Major here ain't been no Cullen in almost seven years, sugar."

He had that same southern twang that Jasper had, and I was suddenly struck by how similar they really were. Did Jasper have a brother?

It wouldn't have surprised me. Edward had never liked me being around Jasper, so I only knew little bits and pieces about him.

"Seven years?" I asked, eyebrow raised as I looked back at Jasper. They'd left me about seven years ago, and for some reason I had to know. "Why?"

He cleared his throat, something I knew he didn't have a need to do, before he said, "I couldn't...I couldn't be around them anymore. After Edward told us we had to leave Forks because you broke up with him things got..."

"Bat shit crazy?" supplied the other man with a smirk that didn't seem to please Jasper at all.

"You don't -"

"His crazy ex wife let it slip tha -"

"I broke up with him?" I interrupted, my voice unnecessarily loud when talking with two vampires with incredible hearing.

Jasper frowned, clearly confused - which only confused me, "Yes?"

"Of course that's what he'd tell you." I snorted, "That bastard broke up with me in the woods behind my house and left me there. Paul from the rez found me and brought me home."

I could see the strain in Jasper's jaw, and if I thought I couldn't have been more confused, I was so wrong as he said, "I'll fuckin' kill him."

"Easy, Major." advised the other man, his gaze finally off of me and focused on Jasper. "We're here now. You found her."

"Found me?" I asked, looking to the other man before returning my gaze to Jasper, "You were looking for me?"

He nodded once, the motion stiff as he seemed to be reading my emotions.

Good luck, I don't even know what I'm feeling right now.

"Why?"

He ran a hand through his hair, such a simple thing that I'd never seen him do before, and it really made him seem more human in that moment.

"This is a really long and complicated story, Isabella." he said softly, his eyes meeting mine again.

And I couldn't help the weird way my stomach clenched at hearing my full name fall from his lips.

"But I owe you an apology. Even when I believed you had broken up with Edward I thought it was wrong that we were all just leavin' without sayin' goodbye to you. We'd been such a big part of your life that it felt like...like a betrayal to just disappear, but Alice," he hissed her name out as though it tasted bitter, "Convinced us that it would only end badly if we didn't just leave."

A sudden thought occurred to me, though how I'd managed to remember anything with the mere shock of his presence was amazing.

"You said ex wife earlier." I said, looking to Jasper's friend, "I thought you two were mates?"

Jasper snorted and said, "No, just a lie she'd had me believin' for far too long."

I felt like I should be shocked, but somehow, considering she'd acted like we were sisters and then left without a word, I didn't know if anything the Cullens did would surprise me anymore.

"I'm sorry to hear that." I said lamely, shrugging a shoulder as I took another step away from their table. The last thing I needed was to get dragged back into their world. It'd given me nothing but heartache and broken bones.

But I couldn't deny that I was glad he'd apologized. It felt like I could finally close the Cullen chapter of my life completely.

It was freeing, in a way.

"I'm Peter Whitlock." the other man said abruptly, pulling my attention to him as he continued, "It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard quite a bit about you, but we never got to meet. The Cullens weren't exactly fond of me."

It seemed like Jasper had picked up on my curiosity and said, "Peter never took to the animal diet. They thought he was a bad influence."

Peter laughed, "What a joke that turned out to be."

"Well I should get back to -"

"Could we talk? Somewhere more private?" asked Jasper, his crimson eyes holding mine.

"Why?" I snorted, "So you and your friend can eat me?"

"Yes, but not in -"

Before Peter could finish the sentence Jasper had landed a swift kick to his shin, glaring at the other man as he growled out one word: don't.

"There are some things I gotta tell you, darlin', and this really isn't the place."

Something about the way he called me darlin' had my insides clenching and a deliciously naughty heat spreading through my core.

And damn him he must have known because there was a slight smirk on his face as he studied me.

"I...that's not a good idea." I said, shaking my head, "I've got to get back to work."

And without waiting for a response from either of them I left, walking back to my other tables and pretending they didn't exist.

By the time I glanced back over at their table they were gone, and I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed that they were gone.

When I finally pushed open the door to my apartment I was exhausted - physically and emotionally. It was close to three in the morning, and all I wanted was to crawl into my bed and forget that Jasper and Peter had ever showed up at Darcy's.

Except that obviously wasn't what they had in mind.

"Holy shit!" I screamed, dropping my purse and knocking the vase from the table by my door onto the ground as I saw both men sitting on my couch waiting for me. "What are you doing here?"

"We didn't mean to scare you." said Jasper apologetically, "I just...we really need to talk, and it didn't seem like you were too up for it."

"So you broke into my apartment." I said flatly, staring between the two men as I slowly picked up my purse, "You owe me a new vase."

I bent down to pick up the broken shards, but Jasper was in front of me in a heartbeat, capturing my hand in his.

"Leave it. We'll get it."

His eyes were so intense that I got lost in them for a moment, and by the time I managed to tear my gaze away from his, the shards were gone.

I glanced to Peter who was sitting on the couch again, a light smile on his face.

"Thank you." I said softly, unable to force my voice any louder.

It was like they somehow managed to suck all the air out of the room, and I didn't know if I should be terrified or turned on.

"Please let me explain, darlin'." he said, his voice as smooth as the finest honey as it slid around my body like a warm embrace.

I felt myself nodding before I realized it, but the smile on his face was almost worth the oversight.

Peter moved over on my couch, and Jasper followed his lead, sitting so that there was a spot left in the middle between them - a spot that I was obviously expected to occupy.

I cleared my throat and moved to sit, hyperaware of their presence either side of me. It was the strangest feeling, one I couldn't really put a name to.

"Go on, Major. Tell her." urged Peter.

"I can't just..." he trailed off, shaking his head before turning to look at me, "There's so much you don't know. I really don't know where to start."

"With the night you left the Cullens." I whispered, not trusting my voice to cooperate if I spoke any louder.

"I'd felt guilt from Alice...an emotion I hadn't ever felt from her. It was...odd." he started, his eyes leaving mine as I tried to piece his words together. "I called her on it, and she pretended not to know what I was talkin' about for a while, but I finally just used my power on her and she told me the truth. She told me that we weren't mates, but she knew who mine was."

My eyes widened in shock as I asked, "Did she tell you?"

He nodded, "Yeah, she told me...she said that I would be sharin' my mate with another vampire and that she'd just wanted to save me from the frustration of that. She said she didn't think I'd be able to handle it." he scoffed.

I had no idea why he was telling me all this - it seemed like pretty personal information considering we hardly knew one another - but I found I wanted to hear more. Listening to him talk was entrancing.

"And that's where I come in, sugar." said Peter, a smile on his face, "What a coincidence when we found out we had the same mate."

Something about the way he was looking at me set my stomach on fire, and suddenly Jasper was growling.

"Captain," The word held a level of warning and menace I'd never heard from Jasper before, and for some reason it was sexy.

God, what was wrong with me? Was I this starved for sexual attention that I had no idea how to handle anything anymore?

"I'm not doin' anythin'." he chuckled, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

"What does any of this have to do with me?" I asked softly, pulling both of their intense gazes to me.

"You're our mate, Isabella."

"What?" I squeaked out, bolting from the couch to face them, "There's no way."

"Why not?" asked Peter, seemingly unfazed while Jasper looked pissed.

"I don't even know you!" I shouted indignantly, "Hell, I don't even know you, Jasper!"

His face softened at my outburst and he said, "I know, darlin'...there's so much I - we - want to tell you."

"You just have to let us." added Peter, his seemingly ever-present joviality nowhere to be found.

I shook my head, worrying my lip between my teeth while I thought.

Did I honestly believe that not only was Jasper my mate, but Peter too? They were both practically complete strangers. I hardly knew Jasper more than Peter - how could they possibly know I was their mate?

"How do you know?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched Jasper closely.

"Trust me, darlin', with what I'm feelin' for you it couldn't be anythin' else."

I shook my head, "Why should I trust you?"

"He could show you." supplied Peter, a shit-eating grin on his face while Jasper glared daggers at him.

"Show me how?"

"He can project his feelin's. Ain't that right?"

He nodded, "If you...if you want to know how I feel about you...how I know, I can show you that."

"So I'd feel your feelings?"

He nodded again, studying me intently while he waited for my answer.

"Okay." I said softly, releasing a deep breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

Jasper closed his eyes and a few moments later it seemed like I was hit in the chest - physically. It was as though Jasper's emotions exploded out of him and right into me, leaving me a gasping mess.

It was the most intense feeling I'd ever experienced. It was like being wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and care and possession and love - it was overwhelming in the best way.

Once I'd finally gotten my bearings back I took a step closer to the couch again, "Is that really how you feel about me?"

Jasper nodded but said nothing, giving Peter the opportunity to say, "It's how we both feel about you, sugar."

I shook my head, dropping down onto the coffee table facing them as I tried to wrap my head around this situation. How was this even possible?

"This is crazy." I murmured, running a hand through my hair as I looked between both men.

Jasper leaned forward, tentatively reaching out to place his hand over mine, and I couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. It was like getting shocked in a way that wasn't painful. Like...just pure energy.

I snatched my hand back, eyes wide as I searched Jasper's face.

"How is this not freaking either of you out?"

Jasper smiled softly and said, "I've waited centuries for you, Isabella. When I met Alice I thought that what I felt for her was how it was supposed to feel, but I was so wrong. The few times I'd been allowed to be close to you I felt...fuck I just felt, but I didn't know what it meant. When Alice finally told me the truth, it all made sense."

"And when he came to me," began Peter, "I didn't believe him at first. But then I got this...feelin', and I just knew he was tellin' the truth."

"Feeling?"

"You could call it my gift, I guess." he said with a shrug, "But we've had almost seven years to figure all this out."

"And we've been waitin' hundreds of years for our mate. There's nothin' that could freak us out about that." said Jasper softly.

"I have no idea what to say...I have so many questions. I mean I don't even know the first thing about either of you." I said, looking back and forth between them.

"Do you want to?" asked Peter, obviously voicing the question that both men had.

I worried my lip between my teeth, turning to look out of my apartment window at the bright lights of downtown Seattle while I thought about their question - really thought about it.

I'd been so angry when they'd showed up at Darcy's. I'd thought that this - vampires - were storming back into my life to turn it upside down all over again. Then with the revelation of being mates...I was honestly more confused than anything. Was I really willing to open this can of worms again? Was I willing to let not one, but two vampires into my life again?

Part of me, the rational side I'm sure, was screaming at me that no, this was absolutely not to happen, while the other part couldn't help but protest that this was different. Edward had never been my mate. He'd never inspired a reaction - a physical reaction - out of me like Jasper and Peter had.

"We don't have to do anythin' sudden, darlin'." said Jasper softly, pulling my attention away from the window and back to him, "I know that you're confused and upset -"

"But all we're askin' for is a chance." finished Peter, his eyes so intense that I had to look away. "Get to know us, sugar. I promise we ain't that bad."

I knew what I was going to say to them, but there was one giant elephant in the room that needed to be addressed before this went any further.

"Why are your eyes red?"

Peter seemed unfazed by the question, but Jasper looked tense - as though he wanted to crawl out of his skin.

"I think you know the answer to that, Bella." said Peter with a slight smirk.

"Stop fuckin' with her, Peter." growled Jasper, "It's not funny."

Peter threw his hands up in mock surrender and motioned for Jasper to talk.

"We do drink human blood. There's no denyin' that, but we target criminals and the dyin'. I know that doesn't make it right, but -"

"That's all I needed to know." I interrupted, a small smile sliding onto my face at the sheer relief that they weren't just murdering innocent people. "So, to answer your question, Peter, yes, I do want to get to know you both."

The matching grins that spread across their faces were priceless - and honestly they were adorable.

Adorable and mine, supplied my brain, making my stomach clench deliciously tight.

And of course Jasper noticed, if the glint in his eye was any indication.

"Now what in the world are you thinkin' about, darlin'?"

Peter looked between the two of us, eyebrow arching as he lightly sniffed the air - and oh god could he smell me?

"It does seem like you've got some pretty interestin' thoughts runnin' around that gorgeous head of yours." said Peter with a smirk.

"I - I don't know what you guys are talking about." I stammered, trying to force the blush from my cheeks though I knew I was failing miserably.

Before either could say anything I stood, "The human needs some sleep." I said, glancing at the clock to see it was half-past four in the morning, "I assume I'll see both of you soon?"

"We're not leav -"

Jasper shot Peter a look and stood, saying, "Wouldn't have it any other way, darlin'. We'll swing by tomorrow."

I smiled, awkwardly looking between the two before taking a step back toward the bathroom, "I'll see you guys then."

Jasper smirked, taking a few steps forward until he was directly in front of me. He brought his hand up to my face, fingertips stroking my cheek as he whispered, "I would very much like to kiss you, Isabella."

My heart stuttered in my chest at his words, my face surely crimson as I managed to ask, "Could you do that?"

He seemed a bit confused for a moment before he realized what I was asking.

Could he kiss me without wanting to rip my throat open?

I expected him to be offended by the question, but the slow smile that spread across his face let me know he definitely wasn't.

"I assure you, darlin', I would never hurt you."

"So kiss me." I whispered, my right hand resting on his chest, directly over his un-beating heart.

He looked shocked by my words, but wasted little time sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him, his free hand winding into my hair as he finally brought his lips to mine.

The kiss was soft, barely a brush of lips, but the electricity that sparked between us was enough to start a raging wildfire within me.

"You're projectin', Major." growled Peter from his spot on the couch. He was digging his fingers into the material hard enough that I could hear a few threads tearing, and though I should've been annoyed I couldn't help but find it a bit amusing.

"Sorry...she just..." he trailed off, his thumb brushing my bottom lip as his eyes searched mine. "You're perfect, Isabella."

I chuckled awkwardly, looking down at the ground as I tried to control the raging butterflies in my stomach, but he wasn't having any of that. He slid his fingers under my chin and tilted my face back up to look at him.

"You'd better get used to compliments." he said, a small smile on his face.

"Because you're goin' to hear a lot of 'em." said Peter, suddenly materializing behind me.

Peter slid his hands along my waist, that same strange electrical spark traveling between us, "Do I get a kiss too, sugar?"

I had never been in a situation with two men - hell I'd barely been in situations with one - so the flush of embarrassment that spread across my face and down to my breasts was unavoidable. I had no idea how to do any of this, while they - centuries-old vampires - surely had more than enough experience.

It was impossible not to feel at least a bit inferior.

"Stop that." said Jasper, immediately pulling me out of my mental spiral, "You have no reason to be embarrassed."

"She's embarrassed?" asked Peter, immediately spinning me around so that my back was now to Jasper. "Why's that, Bella?"

"I - I - uh - you two are just...uh...very..."

"Experienced?" supplied Peter with a small smirk.

I nodded, my face hot as I tried to force myself not to look down at the ground.

"It just means we know how to make you feel real good, sugar." he murmured, his fingertips trailing over my warm cheeks, down my neck, and over the very tops of my flushed breasts.

I felt more than heard Jasper's growl and not even a second later I was yanked back against his chest and out of Peter's grasp.

Peter just laughed, "Maybe that crazy pixie was right, you really can't share anythin'."

Jasper groaned, burying his face against my neck, and I couldn't help it that my heartbeat picked up. Whether I was afraid for my life or just extremely turned on - or maybe a mix of both - I really didn't know.

"I'm sorry." he mumbled into my skin, his cool breath sending goosebumps racing across my body, "I didn't think it'd be this difficult."

Peter's smile was softer now as he looked between the two of us, "It's alright, Major. I know how you feel, remember?"

Jasper sighed, finally lifting his head to look at Peter again as he said, "I know. I just..."

"I know." said Peter with a chuckle, taking my hand and giving a light tug - and to my surprise Jasper let him.

One arm was wrapped around my waist, his hand at the small of my back anchoring me to him, while the other rested on my cheek, his thumb stroking across my skin as he asked, "So can I kiss you too?"

I felt myself nodding before I'd really given it any thought - and really why should I? They were both my mates. It wouldn't exactly be fair to only kiss Jasper when Peter had just as much a connection to me.

And it's not like I could say I knew Jasper that much better than Peter anyway.

Peter's kiss was also soft, as though both men were scared of breaking me.

I suppose that was a good thing though, considering the super strength.

His lips moved against mine, tongue darting out to trail against my lips for a split second and then he pulled away.

"Please get your shit under control." said Jasper, jaw clenched as he watched us. It took me a moment to realize that he was feeling our emotions. Add that to how he already felt and it couldn't have been easy not to fuck me right there on the couch.

The thought had my stomach clenching and a warm heat pooling below my belly button.

Both men groaned simultaneously, though Jasper was the one to yank me into another kiss.

Just as abruptly as the kiss began, it also ended. Both men seemed to forcibly be keeping their hands off me, and I didn't know if I was relieved or annoyed. My body wanted them both badly, but the rational part of me knew that I needed more answers before we could take it that far.

Peter cleared his throat and said, "We'll see you tomorrow, Bella."

Jasper nodded and said, "Sleep well, darlin'."

I definitely would.

I woke up to the smell of breakfast food, stretching out on my bed before opening my eyes.

At the sight of Jasper and Peter in my kitchen I abruptly sat up, drawing the blanket up to my neck as I squeaked out, "You two have a horrible habit of breaking and entering."

"I assure you there was no breakin' involved." smirked Peter, quickly returning his attention to whatever was in the pan in front of him.

Jasper, on the other hand, came and sat on the edge of my bed, his eyes trailing down my body as he asked, "Did you sleep well?"

I nodded mutely, unable to really figure out what to say. Being woken to them first thing in the morning wasn't exactly what I'd imagined when I said I'd see them tomorrow.

Though was I really complaining?

I forced myself to relax, dropping my blanket so that it pooled around my hips. It wasn't like I didn't have a shirt on, they'd just caught me completely off guard.

Oh god.

I suddenly realized what I wasn't wearing.

Pants.

I shifted slightly, tugging the blanket a bit tighter around my hips before saying, "Yeah, I did."

Jasper smiled, reaching forward to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"We figured we'd make breakfast and you could ask us questions while you eat."

"How do you even know how to cook?" I asked, glancing at Peter in the kitchen as well. I didn't know about him, but I did know that Jasper hadn't needed to make human food for anyone in decades, if ever since his transformation.

I would've sworn that if Jasper could blush, he would have been in that moment.

"Uh...well we may have picked up a few things over the past seven years..."

My eyes widened at the realization, my stomach immediately erupting into butterflies.

"You guys learned to cook for me?"

It seemed like such an insignificant thing, really, but for some reason I was touched by the gesture. They had no reason to learn, except to make my life easier. I couldn't even remember Edward making me a sandwich, let alone cooking something for me.

I could feel tears pricking my eyes, but I was determined not to let them fall. I was happy for crying out loud.

"Oh, darlin'," murmured Jasper, sliding closer to me so that he could brush away a treacherous tear that had managed to escape, "He should've treated you so much better than he did."

"Don't worry though, sugar," said Peter, appearing on the other side of me with a tray of food, "This is nothin' compared to everythin' we wanna do for you."

I chuckled, shaking my head as I took the tray from him, my mouth already watering at the sight before me.

"We didn't really know what you'd want..." said Jasper, trailing off with a shrug.

There were waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, bacon, eggs, oatmeal, a cup of coffee, and a glass of orange juice.

And it all looked so good.

"Thank you. It looks great." I said, wasting no time digging into the waffles first.

I couldn't help the moan that rumbled through my throat at how great it was. The strawberries were definitely not from my fridge - hell I'm sure none of this was considering I really didn't cook.

When I looked up I found two pairs of intense crimson eyes staring at me, tracking my every movement, and I paused, glancing between both of them before chuckling awkwardly.

"Uh...guys?"

They seemed to snap out of it, Peter the one to respond, "Sorry, there's just somethin' about watchin' humans eat -"

"Watchin' you eat." corrected Jasper, his eyes following my tongue as I licked a bit of whipped cream from my fork.

I rolled my eyes, returning to my food before remembering that I was supposed to be using this time to ask them questions - and even with all the questions swirling around in my head, there was one that had been nagging me since I first saw the two of them together.

"Are you guys brothers?"

Both men chuckled, but Peter left it to Jasper to explain.

"You could say that. Not so much by blood but by venom."

"Who changed who?"

Jasper snorted and Peter looked only slightly annoyed as he said, "The Major changed me. It was during the war."

"So that's why you call each other Major and Captain?" I asked, pieces finally clicking together, "In what war?"

"Peter was my second in command during the Southern Vampire Wars. It was a battle over territory and Maria, our leader, was...ruthless to say the least."

"Maria?"

"The woman who changed me." he said, his eyes hardening. I didn't know why, but it tugged at my heart to see him so obviously hurting.

"Did you love her?" I asked quietly.

Jasper's eyes widened and a growl shook his chest as he said, "No."

"You gotta understand, sugar, Maria was...well she was a ruthless bitch who fucked with anyone and everyone where it benefited her." said Peter. "She had everyone brainwashed. Me too before the Major saved my life."

Jasper waved his hand dismissively as he said, "It was a long time ago."

I took another forkful of waffles while I thought about what he said. It was obvious to me, only because of the sunlight that was filtering through the window and lighting up his neck and face, that Jasper had a lot of scars, scars that I imagined he got while working for Maria. The overwhelming sadness I felt was surprising, but I felt it nonetheless. The thought of how many times he'd fought, how close he'd come to dying -

"Darlin', stop." he said softly, sliding a hand into my hair so that I was forced to look at him, "I'm alright. Like I said, it was a long time ago."

I shook my head, my eyes already beginning to fill with tears as I said, "Tell me about your life, Jasper."

The look in his eyes was one I couldn't decipher, and all I wanted to do was hold him and assure myself that he was alright.

"What happened to you?" I whispered, my fingertips trailing over the scars along his neck as hot tears spilled over onto my cheeks.

He inhaled sharply, his hand covering mine immediately but not pulling my fingers away from his skin.

"Isabella," his voice was rough as he said, "How can you feel such pain for me?"

"She's our mate, Major." supplied Peter easily, "Of course she hurts for you."

And suddenly I understood the look in his eyes, awe.

Jasper Whitlock was in awe.

Of me.

It made me wonder if anyone had ever looked at him in the way that I did, let alone told him. It devastated me for him, but also sparked an anger so severe in me toward Alice that I was shocked at myself.

But how could she honestly look at this man, this man who'd tried so hard to better himself, who'd gone through war and come out the other side, how could she look at him with anything other than pride? Amazement? Respect?

"You hate them, don't you?" I asked, searching his eyes as he kept hold of my hand. And before he even spoke I knew the answer, and it broke my heart.

I couldn't help the sharp sob that escaped my parted lips, and no amount of effort on the planet was going to keep fresh tears from staining my cheeks.

"They make others uneasy." he said, and then softly, "Please don't cry for me, darlin'."

But I couldn't help it.

Peter put his hand on my leg, giving a reassuring squeeze that I hadn't known I'd needed.

"I...I can't even imagine -" I broke off, shaking my head as I tried to collect myself, "You're so brave...I...you survived so much just to get to know me, Jasper."

Peter had a giant smile on his face while Jasper looked shocked beyond words. It seemed as though he never would've expected me to say something like that, which was absolutely ridiculous.

It seemed as though he had a million things he wanted to say, but instead he just leaned forward and captured my lips in a kiss. His mouth moved against my own in perfect sync, and when he slid his his hands into my hair I realized that there was no place safer for me than here, between my two mates.

"She's fuckin' perfect, isn't she, Captain?" he asked, turning to Peter with a goofy smile on his face.

Peter laughed, the mood immediately lifting with the sound as he said, "Perfect, ideal, flawless, unequalled, unsurpass-"

"Okay, okay!" I shouted, laughing as I threw my hands up, "I get it!"

"Oh, she's goin' to have a hell-of-a time gettin' used to our compliments, huh, Major?" chuckled Peter.

Jasper laughed and said, "Hopefully she's a quick learner."

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my orange juice, thinking about what I wanted to ask them next.

"Where have you two been the last few years?"

Peter groaned dramatically and said, "Traipsin' across the continental U.S. lookin' for you."

"We went to Phoenix first, to see if you'd moved back with your mom." started Jasper.

"Then, we went back to Forks, but you weren't there either." continued Peter, "Since nobody knew me I asked around and found out you were somewhere in Seattle."

"After that things were a bit more difficult."

"But here we are." finished Peter with a triumphant smile.

Here they were indeed.

"Done?" asked Jasper, motioning to the food in front of me.

I nodded and he took the tray to the kitchen, leaving Peter and I on the bed while he cleaned the dishes.

"So tell me about you." I said, turning to face him.

He shrugged, "Nothin' as interestin' as the Major. After I left Maria's army I just travelled America."

I knew there had to be more to it than that, but it wasn't like I was sharing my life story, so I couldn't expect them to either.

"Do you have any interest in becomin' a vampire, Bella?"

Peter's question pulled me from my thoughts abruptly, my eyes wide as I stared at him.

"Seriously, Peter?" growled Jasper, making his way back over to the bed, "She just found out about all this."

Peter shrugged, "It never hurts to ask."

I shook my head, looking to Jasper as if he could help me even though I know he couldn't.

"I...I don't know." I said, as honest an answer as I could give. Becoming a vampire had been all I'd wanted with Edward, and Jasper knew that. Now, though, after everything, it seemed foolish to wish for the same dream to come true.

Especially since the only reason I'd wanted to become immortal in the first place was to spend the rest of eternity with the person I thought was the love of my life.

Then again, all signs were pointing toward the fact that Jasper and Peter were the loves of my life, because it was hard to put up an argument for why we weren't mates. Everything I'd learned and felt in less than 24 hours was more than enough proof.

But still.

It was entirely too soon to be thinking about that in the first place. I had no idea how this whole mate thing worked, what it meant, how they felt about the situation - the sharing situation - I mean I still had so many questions, so to think about -

"Ignore him." said Jasper, interrupting my mental tirade, "I do and my days are much happier for it."

I couldn't help but laugh. They really did act like brothers - though I suppose they had known each other for over a hundred years.

"So...how does this work?" I asked, tentatively looking between the two men.

Jasper smirked but Peter was the one to ask, "How does you bein' with two men work?"

I could feel my face go as red as their eyes at Peter's words as I tried to come up with a response.

"You're even more inticin' when you blush." said Peter, leaning forward and boldly trailing his tongue up my neck.

I gasped at the sensation, almost all rational thought leaving my head at the sensation.

Jasper groaned, yanking a hand through his hair before saying, "Peter stop it. We both agreed."

"Agreed what?" I asked breathlessly, looking between both men.

"Not to let our feelin's for you cloud the conversation." said Peter with an eye roll, "Borin' as hell if you ask me."

"Well either Jasper's projecting or I'm in deeper than I thought." I said with a slight smirk, attempting to lighten the sexual tension. I wanted them so badly, but I knew that there were still things we needed to talk about - I mean just because we were mates didn't mean none of that mattered...right?

"If I were projectin' I guarantee you that Peter wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you." said Jasper with a small smirk. "I even think that if I showed him how much you want the both of us right now, that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you."

Peter growled, his eyes narrowed at Jasper as he said, "It's really not fair that you can feel her emotions."

"With your self-control she's lucky it's me and not you." chuckled Jasper.

"Does it bother either of you?" I interrupted, stopping their brotherly bickering. We needed to stay on track. There were a few things I needed to know before I threw myself at one of them - both of them.

"Yes and no." said Jasper, biting his lip for a moment before continuing, "The thought of another man's hands on you...isn't the most comfortin' feelin' in the world, but it's nothin' we haven't talked about."

"Extensively." added Peter with a wry smile, "He nearly talked my ear off about it."

"You wanted boundaries too."

Peter chuckled and said, "Not nearly as many as you did."

"Boundaries?" I asked, catching Jasper's eyes.

Peter was the one to answer, though, as he said, "Like not tryin' to compete with one another over you."

"Not puttin' you in the middle."

"Havin' time where it's just one-on-one."

"Respectin' hard limits."

"Not feelin' guilty for fuckin' you without the other."

Jasper groaned at Peter's words, half-heartedly glaring at him as he said, "Not talkin' about sex all the time."

Peter chuckled, not looking the least bit apologetic as he turned to me and said, "There are only so many things I can promise to stick to."

"You two are nothing but trouble, aren't you?" I asked with a smirk.

Both of them smiled as Peter said, "You don't even know the half of it, sugar."

"How do you feel about it, Peter?" I asked, "About sharing me with Jasper?"

Peter tilted his head to the side, studying the two of us for a moment before he said, "There are few things I'd like more than to be able to watch him fuck the shit out of you, Bella." He leaned forward, his lips trailing against my ear as he continued, "Do you like that idea?"

"You're supposed to be lettin' her ask questions." said Jasper wryly, arms crossed in front of his chest, "I don't know how much more of this I can put up with."

Peter leaned back, but not before pressing a kiss to my neck that had my stomach erupting in butterflies yet again.

"I answered her question." said Peter smugly, "Just because you don't like the way I answered it doesn't change the facts."

I rolled my eyes, interrupting them again, "Is it common for two vampires to have a human mate?"

"Not really." said Jasper, "But it's happened before."

"Do you two...do you want to turn me?" I asked quietly, unable to look at either of them, gaze focused on my hands in my lap.

"Isabella," said Jasper, his tone commanding in a way that forced me to look at him before he continued, "I guarantee you, we want nothin' more than to spend eternity with you, but if that's not what you want -"

"It wouldn't change anythin'." finished Peter.

In that moment I realized that I needed to stop comparing them to Edward. They were nothing like him. I could feel that in my bones.

"Okay," I said softly.

"So tell me somethin' about you that Jasper hasn't told me yet." said Peter, a sly smile sliding onto his face as he looked between the two of us.

I raised an eyebrow in surprise and turned to Jasper, "I didn't know you knew anything about me."

He chuckled lightly, running a hand through his hair as he said, "Alice told me a few things. It's how I knew to try to find you in Phoenix."

I was shocked, to say the least. Why he would've remembered such an insignificant thing was odd to me, though maybe vampires just had great memories. Jasper had to know millions of things from all his years alive.

"What else do you know about me?"

"Uh - well I know that your birthday is September 13th. Your parents are Charlie and Renée. You were born in Forks but didn't grow up here because your parents divorced, but you still spent most of your summers with Charlie."

"He also knows that you lived in California until you were six before you moved to Phoenix, that you moved to Forks to make it easier on your mom, that you love books, that you -"

"I think she gets it." interrupted Jasper wryly.

"Wow," I said, genuinely surprised. "You know so much more about me than I thought."

He shrugged, clearly a bit uncomfortable with all the attention.

"Where were you two born?"

"Houston, Texas, ma'am." said Jasper with a smirk, his southern drawl adorably pronounced.

"Mérida, Venezuela, sugar." said Peter, smirking at my obvious surprise. "I travelled in North America for most of my life, and the southern states were always my favorite."

"Where are you guys staying now?" I asked, curious as to where they spent the night yesterday.

"We have a house a little ways outside Seattle." said Jasper, the two men sharing a sheepish look.

"I take it you stayed closer yesterday." I said, eyes narrowing as I looked between the two.

Peter shrugged, unapologetic as ever as he said, "Right in one."

I rolled my eyes, not the least bit surprised.

After a few minutes of silence I asked, "So what are you two doing the rest of the day?"

"What are you doin'?" asked Peter.

I shrugged, "I don't work today, but I promised Jacob and Angela I'd meet up with them for drinks at a bar in Port Angeles tonight."

"The shapeshifter?"

"How did you know about that?" I asked, eyebrow raised at Jasper.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later. I'm not exactly unfamiliar with the Black family line. We had a treaty with the Quillettes."

"Well...yeah...Jake." I said with a shrug, "And Angela from -"

"High school. I remember." he said, that same edge to his voice.

"What's bugging you?"

"Yeah, Major, because you're projectin' somethin' fierce and I'd like to know why I'm so pissed off." added Peter.

"I know how he feels about -"

"Felt," I interrupted, "He imprinted on Angela a few years ago."

I could see the tension leave his shoulders as an apologetic smile lifted the corners of his lips.

"I'm sorry. It's just that sharin' you with Peter is bad enough." he said with a chuckle.

Peter laughed too and I couldn't help but smile at their easy banter. They were so similar yet so different at the same time.

"I would invite you to come, but -"

"That sounds like a great idea," said Peter, a shit-eating grin on his face, "I'd love to meet your friends."

My eyes widened and I said, "I don't think that's a good idea. Jake has some pretty strong feelings toward vampires. If he knew you two were around..."

"Bella, we're your mates. You're going to have to tell him eventually." said Peter.

"Eventually," I said, narrowing my eyes at him, "That doesn't mean the second day that I've met you."

Peter opened his mouth but Jasper beat him to it, "Do not voice that opinion. She's not ashamed of us."

"Ashamed of you?" I gasped, looking back to Peter, "That's not at all what this is about. You don't know Jake; you don't know what he did for me when the Cullen's left...he...I...I just need to be able to explain this to him without two red eyed vampires in his face."

"What did he do for you?" asked Jasper, his eyes studying me in a way that I knew meant he was gauging my emotions.

Damn him.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair before explaining how the first year of my life had gone without them. Jasper and Peter's jaws only got tenser as I continued.

"Victoria was sniffing around for a while, but the pack guarded our house and made sure I got to school and that Charlie was safe...I owe that pack, Jacob, my life."

"How could we forget about Victoria?" growled Jasper, his eyes murderous as he looked to Peter - who wore a similar expression on his face.

"I'll rip her fuckin' head off."

"Guys, it's okay. We haven't seen or heard from her in like six years. Everything's fine."

"As long as she's out there you're in danger." snapped Peter, standing from the bed to pace in front of it.

"We killed her mate...for vampires that's not somethin' you just let go. I know I wouldn't." explained Jasper.

"You're going to get yourselves hurt over nothing. I -"

Jasper and Peter both ignored me, talking strategy as though I wasn't even there. After attempting to intervene a few more times with no success I let out a frustrated growl and threw the sheets off, standing from the bed and stomping my foot.

"Would both of you stop it!"

Jasper and Peter's attention both flicked to me, their eyes widening as they flitted over my body.

Because I was only standing in a t-shirt and panties.

Oh god.

I moved to dart into the bathroom, but Jasper growled, his arms wrapping around me in an instant as his lips claimed mine.

I gasped in shock, and he used it to his advantage, his tongue immediately sliding along my own as his hands gripped my waist tightly, pulling me further into him.

There was another growl - Peter - and then there were another set of hands on my body, sliding up my sides and palming my breasts while his lips attacked my neck.

The thought of a vampire, a vampire who drank human blood, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my throat was erotic and slightly terrifying, but it did nothing to lessen the heat in my stomach. If anything, it only intensified it.

I slid one hand into Jasper's hair, the other on Peter's on my breast as I groaned into Jasper's mouth.

"Fuck," grunted Peter, the hand that wasn't covered by mine sliding under my shirt to toy with my nipple, "You're fuckin' perfect."

Jasper moved to the other side of my neck, giving Peter the opportunity to turn my face and capture my lips in a heated kiss, his tongue tangling with mine.

"So fuckin' perfect." murmured Jasper, one of his hands squeezing my ass and pulling me firmer against his rock-solid erection.

"Oh god," I gasped, breaking away from Peter's lips as he began pinching my nipples and Jasper's hands continued to knead my ass, grinding his jean-clad cock against my already dripping pussy.

Peter pulled my shirt up, fisting it in one hand as the other continued the glorious torture on my nipple, Jasper's mouth closing around the other and flicking his tongue across it. The two of them had my head spinning, clouded with lust and god I loved it.

I could tell that Jasper was projecting, the entire room clouded with his emotions, and it was overwhelming in the most intoxicating way.

"I - oh god - please." I begged, hoping they knew what I wanted - what I needed.

I felt more than heard their growls before Peter pulled my shirt up and off, tossing it somewhere behind him.

"God, we want you." murmured Peter, one hand sliding down to tease my pussy through the thin material of my panties, and there was no way I could've suppressed the loud moan that fled from my throat.

"Fuck, you're so wet." he groaned, pushing his cock against my ass as his fingers began teasing my clit.

"Peter," I moaned, my back arching and pushing my breasts further into Jasper's mouth, who seemed more than happy to oblige. His tongue moved across my nipple, drawing the pebbled bud into his mouth to lightly dance his teeth across it and -

"Fuck," I gasped, the hand in his hair tightening of its own volition.

"You smell delicious, Isabella." growled Jasper before yanking me back into a kiss.

Meanwhile Peter was successfully pushing my panties down my legs, urging me to step out of them as he began placing heated kisses to my neck and shoulders. It seemed like his hands were everywhere.

Like their hands were everywhere.

"You both have too many clothes on." I said, sliding my hands under Jasper's shirt.

Before I could push it up, though, Peter spun me to face him, ridding himself of his shirt as I felt Jasper do the same behind me.

"You're beautiful, sugar." he said softly, his eyes, like Jasper's, a deep ruby red and filled with lust.

I slowly slid my hands up his toned chest, feeling the cold, hard planes against my impossibly human skin. "You two are the beautiful ones."

Peter smiled, but suddenly I was hit by nearly overwhelming anxiety and the feeling of unworthiness.

"Damn it, Major." snapped Peter, his hands at my waist to steady me as he continued through clenched teeth, "Stop projectin' that bullshit."

"I didn't mean to." he said immediately, "I -"

The feelings had stopped as soon as Peter had spoken, so I turned in his arms to face Jasper again, my heart catching in my throat at the sight.

His chest, arms, neck, and jaw were completely covered in scars that looked identical to the one on my wrist - bite marks.

Oh my god.

How had he managed to survive so much pain? How was he still standing?

"Isabella -"

"Shh," I said, squeezing Peter's hand on my waist before stepping out of his embrace to stand directly in front of Jasper.

I lifted my hand, my eyes catching his to ask permission before trailing them over his chest, following the scars that rested there.

Before I realized what I was doing I leaned forward, pressing my lips to all the scars I could reach, as though that would heal them, heal him. I wanted so badly for him to see himself the way I did.

He drew in a shaky breath that I was well aware he had no use for before he said, "Bella, you don't have to -"

"You are a warrior, Jasper Whitlock." I said, sliding both my hands to his cheeks and holding his gaze. I knew that he could've pulled away if he wanted to, but he didn't so I continued, "These scars make me feel safe. I don't see them the way you do...you see them as this horrible thing that makes others scared of you, or that you're some kind of monster, but you're not. Do you hear me? You're not."

"Fuck," he grunted, voice thick with emotion as he pulled me against his chest, his face buried in my neck and his arms tight around my waist as he whispered, "Thank you."

I could hear the smile in Peter's voice as he said, "Looks like all it took was our mate to make you see the truth, huh Major?"

Jasper chuckled, pressing a kiss to my throat before looking at Peter over my shoulder, "I never knew it would be like this."

"Neither did I." admitted Peter, his hands finding my waist again.

Jasper slid his hands into my hair, tilting my face up towards him as he said, "Let Peter and I take care of you, darlin'."

With the haze of lust a little less prominent I could think a bit more clearly, and although I wanted nothing more than for these two men to fuck me seven ways to Sunday, I knew that it wasn't the best idea. Not yet. Not before I'd talked to Jake and really had some time. I mean I'd found out hours ago about all this. It only made sense to slow down a bit, right?

"We shouldn't." I whispered, cocooned between their strong bodies, "We're supposed to be taking things slow."

"Why?" asked Peter, the smirk evident in his face, "You look good enough to eat right now."

"Peter," warned Jasper, his voice taking on that dominant quality that was quickly wetting my non-existent knickers again.

"I want this. I want you." I admitted, turning my head to look at Peter too, "But all of this is happening so fast - and unlike the two of you I haven't had seven years, more like seven hours to come to terms with this. It's just..."

"Overwhelming?" supplied Jasper, reading my emotions like a book.

I nodded anyway, "Yeah, extremely - and I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but -"

"But you need some time." finished Peter, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder as he murmured, "Well lucky for you, we've got all the time in the world, sugar."

My stomach was in knots as I walked into the little dive bar in Port Angeles to meet Jake - Angela had gotten called in to report some breaking story, so it would just be the two of us tonight.

I knew that I needed to tell him, even practiced with Jasper and Peter about what I was going to say, but none of that made me feel any more prepared to drop this bombshell on my best friend.

"Hey, Bells!" he called out, waving me over to the booth he was sitting in.

As I sat down his eyes narrowed and he subtly sniffed the air.

"Why do you reek of leech?"

"I'm doing well thanks, Jake. What about you and Angela?" I shot back sarcastically.

"Answer the question."

I sighed, annoyed that Jasper and Peter definitely knew Jake would be able to smell them on me and hadn't said anything.

Though I guess I couldn't really blame them. They wanted to make sure that I told Jake because he was a big part of my life, but they were obviously going to be a big part of my life, and I needed them to get along. It made sense that they wanted to make sure I had to bring it up.

Bastards.

"Jasper and one of his friends walked into my bar last night." I said, fidgeting with the glass of water the waitress had brought me.

"Jasper? Jasper fucking Cullen?" he asked, voice already rising an octave.

"Whitlock." I corrected, "He left the Cullen's seven years ago."

"Yeah, I'm sure he did." snapped Jake, "What did they want?"

I cleared my throat, my cheeks probably as red as a firetruck as I tried to figure out how to word this in a way that wouldn't have him spinning off the rails - though that seemed highly unlikely regardless of how I managed to phrase it.

"Oh my god, did you fuck him?"

"What?" I gasped, folding my arms across my chest, "No, I didn't. Jasper apologized to me."

"Good for him. I'm sure his conscience is absolved now."

I highly doubted that but didn't point it out.

"Edward told them that I'd broken up with him. They had no idea what had really happened."

"So that meant that none of them could tell you they were leaving?" he asked, glaring daggers at me.

"Jasper never owed me anything." I said, shaking my head, "He was probably the only one aside from Rosalie that I never really -"

"Who gives a fuck?" he snapped, "He just decides to come back with some sob story and all of a sudden you stink like vampire. What's next, Eddy boy comes running back and you fall right into his arms?"

I had to force myself not to slap him - because it'd honestly just hurt me and not him - but I couldn't believe he was being this mean.

"You should know better than anyone that I would never take him back. He abandoned me and -"

"So did their entire fucking clan! You act like it was just him who hurt you by leaving, but it was all of them."

"I'm more than aware of who hurt me, Jake." I snapped, standing from the table, "And right now you're dangerously close to being added to that list too."

I left the table, weaving my way to the exit. When I pushed the door open Jake was right behind me.

"You can't be serious, Bells."

"What do you want me to say to you?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest as I glanced around. There weren't too many people walking around on a Monday night, so if he did start yelling again it shouldn't be too big of an issue.

"I want you to tell me that you're not falling back into this same fucking trap again."

"It's not a trap, Jake. You have to let me explain -"

"Explain what?" he yelled, throwing his arms in the air, "Explain how you nearly fucking killed yourself that first year and I had to stop you? Explain how I was there for you every fucking step of the way when they left you? Fucking explain to me how I do all that and now you just want to go running headfirst right back into the same fucking bullshit!"

I could feel tears pricking at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I knew that he was just angry, and I could understand that, but he needed to let me explain.

"You better watch it, mutt."

Oh god.

Peter was standing behind Jake, who quickly spun around to face him, while Jasper appeared next to me, sliding an arm around my waist and tugging me into his side.

"You better watch it, filthy bloodsucker." growled Jake.

"Peter, please stop." I said softly, knowing he would hear me regardless.

"Peter?" asked Jake, "Since when are you on a first name basis with leeches?"

"Since yesterday." said Jasper, causing Jake to spin around to face us.

I noticed the second his body started shaking, but before I could try to calm the situation down Jake was talking.

"You and your family broke her, so what gives you the right to just waltz back into her fucking life?"

"I never wanted to hurt her." said Jasper, his arm around me loosening. "I didn't know that it was that bad."

"Well now you do." snapped Jake, looking between both Peter and Jasper as though either one of them might attack at any moment.

"I'm so sorry, Isabella." whispered Jasper, barely able to look me in the eye.

I turned to face him, bringing my hand to his cheek as I said, "You have no reason to be. Out of that entire family you knew me the least...yet here you are."

Jasper smiled softly but before he could say anything Jake was talking again.

"Why are you here?"

"I take it you ain't told him yet." said Peter, a shit-eating grin on his face as he walked toward Jasper and I - which Jake did not appreciate.

"Watch it." he growled, stepping between us.

"Jake, don't -"

"If you honestly think you could keep me away from my mate you're out of your fuckin' mind." he snarled, baring his teeth.

"Your what?" asked Jake, spinning around to face me, "What the fuck is he talking about?"

I glared at Peter, wishing that I could slap him without hurting myself in the process.

"Peter, how could you just -"

"Answer me, Bella."

I felt Jasper tense beside me, the arm around my waist tightening as he said, "You better watch the way you talk to her."

"Peter's my mate." I said, interrupting the two of them. Since it was out, it only made sense to completely clear the air. "And so is Jasper."

If it had been a different situation I'm sure Jakes expression would have been funny. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open as though someone had pressed pause on him.

It didn't last for long though.

Before I knew what was happening Jake lunged at Jasper, who simply tugged me to the side to avoid him.

"Jake! Jake stop!" I screamed, trying to wriggle out of Jasper's grasp to no avail.

Jake was seconds away from phasing, but suddenly he stopped shaking, his expression softening, and I immediately realized that Jasper was projecting calm at him.

"Stop it, blood sucker." he said, obviously attempting to sound angrier than he was able to be at the moment.

"No." said Jasper, his voice exuding that same calm authority that I was quickly coming to associate with him, "You're stressin' her out."

"And you're not gonna start a scene in front of her." said Peter, taking my hand in his.

Jake narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is this really what you're choosing? Them?"

I shook my head, fresh tears welling in my eyes as I tried to explain, "I don't want to have to choose anyone, Jake. You're my best friend, you'll always be my best friend, but they're...they're going to be part of my life."

"So I'm just supposed to watch them drain the life out of you? Turn you into one of them?" he asked, his eyes going glassy.

"I don't know what the future holds," I said, choosing to ignore the subtle growl that vibrated through Jasper and Peter at my words, "I don't know if I'll make that choice, but I do know that even if I did it wouldn't change my friendship with you. I -"

"It would change everything, Bells." he said, shaking his head as he took a few steps back, "You can't ask me to watch that...I saved you once, don't let it be for nothing."

Before I could come up with a response - though what I would've said I had no idea - he was gone.

I hadn't expected the very real physical pain of his words - his ultimatum. I couldn't stop the tears from spilling over my cheeks, and when Jasper pulled me into a hug, Peter moving behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist as well, I couldn't keep the sobs away.

Standing in their tight embrace was the only thing keeping me at least semi grounded to the moment, otherwise I'm not sure I would've remained standing, let alone coherent enough to realize that I was being ridiculous. If Jake was going to make me choose between them, was he really my friend?

On the other side, I could see why he was so angry. Jasper's family - ex family - had forced me into the worst time of my life, and Jake had been the one person who really helped me out of it. Could I really be upset that he didn't want to have to pick up the pieces again?

"I can't tell what you're thinkin', darlin', but I do know what you're feelin', and you need to give yourself a break." murmured Jasper, his lips pressed to my temple as he spoke.

I could feel Peter nod behind me before he said, "It's not fair of him to expect you to choose. You shouldn't have to."

"You don't understand." I choked out between sobs, "He saved my life. I owe him so much -"

"You don't owe him your happiness, though." interrupted Jasper, tilting my tear-stained face up to look at him, "You don't owe anybody your happiness."

Maybe he was right. His words certainly lessened the pain in my chest, but I didn't know if I fully believed him. I just wished that Jake would've let me explain the situation better. I had never intended for Peter to be the one to say it - let alone for either of them to be there when he found out - and the utter chaos that erupted afterward was inevitable. I couldn't exactly blame Jake for how he felt, I just wished that he would consider how I felt too.

"Can you guys take me home?" I asked, well aware that I had no desire to drive my car the hour and a half it would take to get back.

"Of course." said Peter easily, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, "I'll go get the car."

Jasper continued rubbing soft circles on my back, the motion more soothing than any words he could've said.

"Thank you." I said softly, tightening my arms around his waist.

He huffed out a light chuckle and said, "You don't have to thank me, darlin'."

The rumble of an engine pulled us apart, and Jasper helped me into their SUV before getting in the back with me and wrapping an arm around me.

"How about we take you to our place, sugar?" offered Peter, shooting me a smile over his shoulder.

I just nodded, already starting to drift off on Jasper's shoulder.

I woke up in the softest bed I'd ever slept in to the smell of something cooking.

Looking around the empty room I realized that Jasper and Peter must have decorated it with me in mind. For one, the bed - that they had no use for - had silk sheets and a ridiculously comfortable mattress. There were unlit candles around the room and a vase of my favorite flowers on the dresser.

I slipped from the bed and snooped around the drawers, finding not only their clothing, but clothing that would fit me as well.

Had they really gone shopping for me?

The room had an en suite bathroom to the right with a shower that I was definitely going to be trying out later and a balcony off to the right.

I pushed open the glass french doors and stepped outside, enjoying the slightly chilly Washington morning along with a beautiful view of a garden and then further back a lush forest.

It really was a calming place, and I could imagine sitting outside for hours writing. I made a decision in that moment that I would definitely be back with my laptop in the near future to do just that.

"Good morning, sugar." whispered Peter, his arms easily sliding around my waist as he pressed a kiss to my neck.

"Morning," I murmured, turning in his arms to press a chaste kiss to his lips, "Thank you for the most amazing nights sleep I've ever had."

He grinned and said, "I'm glad you liked the bed. There are plenty of other fun things we can do on it too."

Before I could say anything Jasper was yelling from downstairs.

"Don't even think about it, Peter!"

I laughed at his grimace and took his hand, leading him back inside and downstairs to join Jasper - and eat whatever it was that smelled so good.

"Have you made food for the human?" I asked with a laugh, letting go of Peter's hand to step into Jasper's open arms.

He kissed me briefly before saying, "I heard she enjoys omelettes."

"She does indeed." I said, taking the plate he handed me and moving to the kitchen table.

They both joined me, saying nothing as they watched me eat.

"This is really good." I mumbled around a mouthful of food.

Peter and Jasper laughed, the sound tugging at something in my chest in an odd way - though it wasn't uncomfortable.

"We're glad you like it, Bella." said Peter, "Did you have any plans for the day?"

I shrugged, taking a sip of coffee before saying, "I don't work until Thursday...I'll probably just hang around at home."

Both men shared a look that had my stomach clenching, and the grins that spread across both their faces let me know that they knew exactly what I was thinking.

"You could hang out here, darlin'." said Jasper with a smirk, "We'd be more than happy to keep you entertained for the day."

"And night." added Peter with a wink.

I felt my cheeks heat at their words but managed to say, "I think that could be arranged. Apparently I already have clothes here."

Both men looked sheepish as Peter said, "I see someone took the time to explore."

I nodded, "I think it's sweet. And don't think I didn't notice that those were my favorite flowers."

Peter raised an eyebrow at Jasper and said, "So that's why you made me go to three different florists for those specific flowers. Why, Major, you're turnin' into quite the sap."

Jasper narrowed his eyes and said, "I'll still kick your ass any day, Captain."

For some reason I didn't doubt that. Peter definitely wasn't one to be messed with, but the way Jasper carried himself left little room for argument.

Before anyone could say anything else there was a loud knocking on the door.

"You expectin' company?" asked Jasper, looking to Peter.

He shook his head, standing from the table to get the door.

A few seconds later there was a beautiful woman walking into the kitchen, Peter hot on her heels.

"- can't just barge in here like you own the place, Colette!"

Jasper stood immediately, moving in front of me before saying, "To what do we owe the displeasure?"

I couldn't see her but I could practically hear the eye roll in her voice as she said, "What? I can't just stop in to see a few old friends?" There was the sound of sniffing before she continued, "And you even brought breakfast! The God of War really never disappoints."

Jasper and Peter both growled but Jasper was the one to respond, "Don't, Colette. This is our mate."

"Our?" she asked incredulously, "She's a human. She's food."

Uh oh.

I was suddenly reminded, rather vividly, of my time with James. Colette had that same tone.

Deadly.

"It's okay, darlin'." murmured Jasper, immediately crouched in front of me, "Colette was just leavin'."

"No I wasn't." she said with a smirk, eyeing me critically, "Especially not after this little bombshell."

She really was beautiful. She almost looked like one of the Denali sisters, except I was well aware that they were vegetarians, and this blonde knockout with the red eyes was definitely not a vegetarian.

"None of this is any of your business." snapped Peter, his eyes flicking between me and Colette.

She rolled her eyes and spun to face him, hands on her hips as she said, "Really? None of my business? You just up and leave and I'm not supposed to come looking for you?"

Peter narrowed his eyes and said, "I didn't owe you an explanation."

"Ouch, you wound me, Peter." she said dramatically, turning to face me, "We were sleeping together, you know? I mean, come on, you're a woman, don't you think at least a phone call would've been appropriate?"

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, unsure of what I was supposed to say or even how to process any of this information.

She and Peter used to date - no, fuck - and he'd left, presumably with Jasper to look for me. So did that mean it had been seven years since he'd last seen her? Or maybe it'd been -

"Don't involve her in your bullshit." snapped Peter, "That was a long time ago."

"A long time ago?" she asked, walking over and taking a seat opposite me at the table before leaning forward as if to tell me a secret, "You'd think that especially for vampires, seven years would be nothing."

I could do little more than nod, watching as she tapped her long, elegant fingernails against the wood of the table.

"So you've been with this little huma - what was your name?"

"Bella." I said softly.

She nodded and turned to look at Peter as she asked, "So you've been with Bella for the past seven years, but haven't encountered a phone once?"

Peter narrowed his eyes and said, "It ain't your business how long I've been here. I left lookin' for my mate, and I found her."

"We found her." corrected Jasper, squeezing my hand lightly.

"Right," said Colette, drawing out the 'I', "I thought you and the peppy brunette were mates?"

"Guess not." was all Jasper said.

Her eyes fell back on me, and I couldn't help but feel like a bug under a microscope. It was obvious that she could see every imperfection and compared to her perfection...I'd probably be pissed if I were her too.

"Stop it." growled Jasper, standing and placing a hand on my shoulder as he turned to Colette, "Get out of my house."

"Why? There's so much that dear Bella and I can talk about." she said with a slightly sadistic smirk, "Like has Peter done that thing where -"

"Enough!" roared Jasper, his eyes pitch black and his southern accent so pronounced it was as though he'd never left Texas a day in his life. He kicked her chair back with his foot, sending it and her sliding backwards into the dining room wall, "I suggest you get outta my house, Colette, or you're gonna regret it."

Her eyes were wide and I realized she was afraid. She immediately stood and said, "Pleasure to meet you, Bella."

Without waiting for a response - not that I had one - she slipped past Peter and was gone.

"Jasper," said Peter slowly, his eyes flicking between the two of us in a way that looked concerned.

Jasper narrowed his eyes at him and did nothing more than growl, but the sound raised goosebumps on my arms.

This was not the Jasper I knew.

"Bella, come here, sugar." said Peter, holding his hand out to me.

Confused, I stood from the chair, but before I made it one step Jasper had his arm around my waist and tugged me back against him.

"No." he ground out.

Peter was definitely concerned, and I could tell he was trying to play it cool for me as he said, "This is the God of War, sugar. Sometimes when Jasper's...when he gets mad, it just sorta comes out of him. Hasn't happened in a while, but I'd wager it has a lot to do with you."

I turned to face Jasper slowly, bringing my hand up to his cheek against Peter's warnings. Jasper's eyes were pitch black and he just looked...different. Dark.

Dangerous.

But somehow I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He was still my Jasper.

"Jasper," I said softly, trailing my fingers over his cheek, "Everything's okay. I'm okay."

His hand came up to my throat, his fingers squeezing lightly, and I could feel Peter start to move, but I held my other hand out and said, "Don't. He's not going to hurt me."

"Bella -"

Jasper growled, baring his teeth at Peter as he said, "Mine."

"Trust me." I snapped at Peter, watching as he took a step back though he certainly looked like he wanted to do anything but that.

Jasper's fingers around my neck weren't tight, and I knew that no matter which part of him was dominant at the moment, he'd never hurt me.

I slowly placed my hand over his, lightly tugging down so that it rested over my heart - and I knew that if he hadn't wanted me to, I wouldn't have been able.

"I want Jasper back." I said firmly, holding his gaze.

I watched as he warred with himself for a moment before his eyes began shifting back to the crimson hue I'd become accustomed to.

"Welcome back." I whispered, a small smile on my face.

"Fuck," he cursed, both of his hands flying up to cup my face, "You can't do that, Isabella. I could've killed you. I could've -"

"You would never." I said adamantly.

Jasper shook his head, about to argue with me when Peter spoke up.

"She's right. I saw you...you were different with her...he was different with her." he said, shaking his head as he walked over to us, "Even your beast loves her, Major."

Jasper was saying something, I could register the sound in the back of my mind, but Peter's words were too loud, ringing around inside my head.

Loves her.

"You love me?" I whispered, eyes wide as I looked at him, clearly interrupting whatever he'd been saying.

He looked shocked, as did Peter, though Jasper was the one to respond.

"Of course I love you, darlin'. I loved you seven years ago when I found out you were my mate...and maybe even before then."

"Wha - what? How can you - how is that -"

"We both love you." said Peter with a small smile, "We thought that was pretty obvious."

I was genuinely at a loss for words.

They loved me. How was that even possible? Peter had just met me a few days ago and Jasper hadn't seen me in seven years - and even when he had it wasn't like we'd been close.

And the even bigger question, did I love them? How could I know so soon?

All I knew was that being near them was like...like home. It was warm and comforting and...and...

"You need to breathe, sugar." said Peter, rubbing a hand up and down my back.

I took a deep breath, an awkward laugh escaping my mouth before I said, "Sorry, I just...I..."

"You don't have to say anythin', darlin'." said Jasper, "You're human. There's no way you would feel the bond as strongly as we do."

"I just don't want you to be -"

"We ain't mad, sugar." laughed Peter, "We're the two luckiest bastards on the planet for the simple fact you're givin' us the time of day."

Jasper nodded in agreement, sliding his cool fingers under my chin so that I was looking up at him, "You'll feel it when you feel it. There's no need to rush it."

"Okay," I whispered, letting him pull me into a kiss.

A month had flown by quicker than I imagined possible, and though Jake and I still hadn't talked, I was happy. Jasper and Peter made me happy. I was comfortable around them. It was easy around them.

Which is what prompted me to ask the following, "If I wanted to be like you...if I wanted to change, who would bite me?"

Both men's reactions were comical, their eyebrows almost disappearing into their hairlines.

"I...uh...we...what would you want?" asked Peter, looking between Jasper and I.

I rolled my eyes, stretching out on their large bed as I said, "Oh come on. You two spent years looking for me, and you're telling me you never talked about this?"

"I mean of course we talked about it, but we'd never do anythin' you didn't want to do."

"That's not what I asked." I said, smirking at Peter.

"We had agreed that if you asked, Jasper would be the one to do it."

"Are you okay with that?" I asked, watching Peter closely.

He chuckled, nodding as he said, "Yeah, sugar, I ain't offended."

"Is that what you want?" I asked Jasper, nervously fidgeting with the loose string on my jumper.

"Of course I want that, Isabella." he said seriously, placing his hand over mine, "It would be the greatest gift to get to spend eternity with you."

"Is that how you feel?" I asked, looking to Peter.

He rolled his eyes and laughed, saying, "Obviously. I'd be an idiot not to want that."

I laughed too, shaking my head as I said, "I think...I mean if it's really what you guys -"

"What do you want, darlin'?" asked Jasper, his eyes searching mine.

"Stop sorting through my emotions." I chastised with a small smile, "I know that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you two...I just need some time. Charlie may be gone, but I still have my mom and..."

And Jake, finished my brain, though I couldn't voice the words.

Not that I needed to, they both knew.

"Like we said, sugar. There ain't no rush."

I snorted, "You say that now, but if I end up old and wrinkly you'll be singing a different tune."

Both men growled simultaneously and in sync said, "Never."

"Bella, you don't get it." said Peter, "You're it. You're literally it. There will never be another person on this earth that we have this connection to. Ever."

"So what...what happens when I...if I die?"

Jasper sighed and said, "I don't think you want the answer to that."

And I didn't need them to say it. I immediately knew.

Italy. The Volturi.

I was suddenly gripped by panic at the thought of either of them doing such a thing.

"No," I snapped, glaring at both of them, "You cannot do that."

"Bella, we -"

"No," I growled, "Do you hear me? If anything happens to me you are not allowed to go to the Volturi."

Peter smiled and said, "I like it when she's feisty, don't you, Major?"

I rolled my eyes, chucking a pillow at him that he easily stopped before saying, "It doesn't matter anyway, because I know that this is what I want, eternity with you two, but there are loose ends that I need to tie up before that."

"Darlin," said Jasper, crawling onto the bed, "I really don't know how many times we're goin' to have to tell you this, but we don't mind waitin'. We're not goin' anywhere."

I smiled, leaning forward slightly to press my lips against his.

Peter moved to sit at my side, capturing my lips in a similar, soft kiss.

"You know, I think there's one thing you guys don't have to wait on anymore." I said, trying to keep the awkwardness from my voice, "If you don't want to wait, that is."

Peter raised an eyebrow in confusion, but Jasper must've read my emotions because he smirked, his eyes darkening slightly.

"I can assure you we don't want to wait." he murmured, catching Peter's eye for a moment and smirking wider as realization dawned on his face.

"Are you offerin' yourself to us, sugar?" purred Peter, his lips at my ear.

I nodded, barely trusting my voice as I whispered, "Yes."

Both men growled, the sound more of a rumble in their chests than anything. Jasper moved first, tangling a hand into my hair and pulling me forward into a bruising kiss, his tongue stroking against mine while Peter began pressing wild, open-mouthed kisses to my neck and shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, Isabella." murmured Jasper, his free hand moving to my breast over my light t-shirt. He groaned loudly and said, "Peter, she's not wearin' a bra."

I couldn't help the fierce blush that spread across my cheeks and down my neck to my breasts, not at what but at how he spoke.

God he was sexy. They were sexy.

"Fuck, she's perfect." muttered Peter, "You're perfect."

Peter slid one hand to my other breast, immediately finding and tweaking my nipple between his talented fingers.

"Oh god," I moaned, sliding my hands into Jasper's hair and pulling him back into a hard kiss that only added fuel to the inferno that was quickly spreading through my body, lighting me up from the inside out.

Both men shifted at the same time, easily ridding me of my shirt and theirs as well.

Was my mouth watering? They looked delicious.

Jasper groaned, tugging me back into another kiss by my hair.

I loved the idea of them being sweet with me, but the idea of them being rough was almost better.

Jasper nipped at my bottom lip, one hand on my breast while Peter's mouth covered the other, dragging the sharp points of his fangs across my nipple and forcing a ragged moan from my mouth. The feelings were intense and overwhelming and I loved every second of it.

I moved one hand to Jasper's crotch, stroking the more than noticeable bulge there and doing the same to Peter with my other hand.

"Fuck," hissed Jasper, moving to place heated kisses and nips to my neck, "I can't wait to be inside you."

His words only caused more heat to pool in my belly, and I immediately began working at both of their belts.

Both men chuckled, but Jasper was the one to push my hand away as he moved between my legs. Peter took over on both of my breasts while Jasper pressed delicate kisses to my inner thighs, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my shorts and panties. In one swift motion the offending garments were removed, tossed somewhere behind him onto the ground.

The growl that erupted from his chest was one of the sexiest sounds I'd ever heard, and even Peter paused to look over at him.

"I wonder if you taste as good as you smell, darlin'." he murmured, a smirk on his face as he caught first my, then Peter's eyes. "Because you smell divine."

"Please," I whispered, barely enough air in my lungs to force the word out as I looked at him between my thighs. The sight was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen.

"I'd give you anythin' you asked for." he said, burying his face in my pussy and eating me like a man starved.

"Oh my god!" I screamed, one hand immediately flying to his hair.

Peter dropped his mouth back to my breasts, his tongue on my nipples somehow matching Jasper's pace on my clit and it was almost too much.

Almost.

"Jasper," I gasped, "Oh my god, Jasper that feels so good."

He groaned against my dripping cunt, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me still while his tongue wreaked havoc on my body. It was impossible that his tongue was moving at a human speed, because no one had been able to get me to the brink of orgasm this quickly with just their tongue.

"Are you goin' to come for Jasper?" murmured Peter, his lips on my neck, "Look how badly he wants to make you come, sugar."

Peter's words only added fuel to the fire, which Jasper definitely noticed as he increased his efforts to throw me off the edge - and god, was it working. I was so close.

"Come on his tongue, baby." whispered Peter, sliding a hand into my hair and turning my head so he could press a rough kiss to my lips, "Give it to him."

I felt my body tense a split second before my orgasm crashed into me like a freight train, stealing every bit of my breath and sending my body into spasms.

"Fuck," I panted, slowly coming down from my high as Jasper kissed his way back up my body to my lips.

"You taste even better than you smell, in case you were wonderin'." he said with a smirk before pulling me into a kiss and allowing me to taste myself on his lips.

Peter groaned, immediately between my still spread thighs as he said, "Like I said, you smell good enough to eat."

Without another word he was devouring me, his tongue flicking my over sensitive clit relentlessly.

I tangled my hands into Jasper's hair, yanking him into a kiss to muffle some of my ridiculous moans, but it seemed like neither of them was having any of that. Jasper tugged me back by my hair, his eyes dark as he growled, "Make all the noise you want. We'd love for the entire state of Washington to know who's givin' you such pleasure."

His words forced me to groan, my back arching as I tangled a hand into Peter's hair and tugged him harder against myself - which I knew he was allowing me to do, otherwise I never would've been able.

"Your mouth is so perfect." I whispered, my hips thrusting up against Peter's questing tongue while my free hand went to Jasper's belt, deftly undoing the buckle, his button, and the zip.

When his gorgeous cock sprang free I wasted no time taking it into my hand, trying to focus on even strokes while Peter pushed me closer and closer to my second orgasm of the night.

"Holy - fuck," cursed Jasper, his movements on my breasts faltering for a beat as I squeezed his hard cock in my hand, "That feels so fuckin' good."

"Are you close?" he asked, leaning back over me to trail heated kisses along my neck.

"Yes," I choked out, my body already tensing.

Peter must have sensed it because he growled, yanking me even closer - and I was gone.

"Fuck."

"She's beautiful."

It took me a moment to get my bearings back, but when I did I immediately sat up, yanking Peter into a kiss while I quickly fumbled with his belt and pants. When both my men were gloriously naked I just took a moment to admire them.

They really were perfect.

"Stand by the foot of the bed," I said, somehow sounding more confident than I felt, "Both of you."

Without question both of them did as I asked, their hard, straining cocks bobbing at attention as I shifted to sit on the mattress at the foot of the bed.

I looked up at both of them, taking Jasper's cock in my right hand and Peter's in my left, stroking them to the same rhythm as I whispered, "What do you want me to do?"

They both moaned, their usually crimson eyes the color of obsidian as Jasper said, "I want you to wrap your pretty little mouth around my cock."

I could tell my cheeks were tinted red, but I ignored it and leaned forward, slowly sliding Jasper's cock into my mouth while keeping my eyes on him.

A hushed fuck passed his lips as his hand went to my hair, fingers tight but not painful as he guided my movements up and down his cock while my left hand continued to stroke Peter.

After a few moments I pulled away, looking up at Peter as I took his cock into my mouth as well, though unlike with Jasper I didn't start slow, immediately bobbing my head up and down his hard shaft and pulling a strangled moan from his lips.

Never had men's grunts, moans, groans, and growls excited me, but with Jasper and Peter it was like I craved them. I wanted to do whatever I could to ensure that they would make those noises again and again and again.

How long I stayed like that, alternating between both of their hard cocks, I had no idea, but I was still slightly annoyed when Jasper pulled me back by my hair, yanking me into a bruising kiss before lifting me up by my waist and tossing me back onto the middle of the bed.

For a moment they both just stood there, their smoldering eyes raking over every inch of my body, before I couldn't take it anymore.

"Please," I whispered, the sound needy to my own ears.

Not that either of them seemed to mind.

As if they'd rehearsed it, talked about it before hand, Peter moved by my head while Jasper shifted between my legs, his thick cock brushing against my pussy as he asked, "Please what, darlin'?"

I was too turned on to be embarrassed by the words that came out of my mouth next, my hands tangling into his hair and tugging him so he was mere centimeters from my lips, "Fuck me, Major."

He snarled, his eyes impossibly dark as he claimed my lips in a dominating kiss. It seemed Jasper liked being called Major, at least in bed.

Before I could beg him again he was sliding into me, stretching me so perfectly that I forgot to breathe until Peter reminded me that it was still a necessity, no matter what my plans for the future were.

"Fuckin' hell," groaned Jasper, his face buried in my neck as he began slow, deep thrusts.

"How does she feel, Jazz?" asked Peter, slowly stroking his cock to Jasper's leisurely rhythm.

"So fuckin' warm. I never thought - she feels -" Jasper shook his head, pressing his lips to my neck and shoulders before kissing me again.

"She feels fuckin' perfect." said Jasper, sitting up so that he was resting on his knees, his pace picking up as he held my waist.

"How does he feel?" Peter asked me, shifting so he could toy with my nipples.

"Oh god," I groaned, my eyes closing of their own volition, and for some reason I couldn't find the words to describe just how right this felt.

"Open your eyes, baby." murmured Peter, his fingers soft against my cheek, "Look at us."

My eyes fluttered open, lip clamped firmly between my teeth as I looked at them.

"You're gorgeous like this." murmured Peter, "Takin' Jasper's cock like a good little girl."

I had no idea why, but his words made me even wetter, Jasper obviously noticing if his sharp grunt was of any indication.

"You were made to take my cock, Isabella." said Jasper, "Made to take our cocks."

I had no idea how Jasper managed to handle this with feeling all of our emotions. I was only feeling mine and I felt ready to combust. The coil in my stomach was almost unbearably tight, and of course Jasper knew it.

"That's right, baby." he growled, leaning forward again so his chest was pressed against mine and speeding up his thrusts so that he was slamming into my g-spot with every thrust, "I want to feel this pretty little cunt squeezin' around my cock. I want you to come, darlin'."

Peter and Jasper both groaned a split second before my orgasm hit me, my back arching from the bed, my nails digging into Jasper's back, and a shrill shriek of his name on my lips as my body shook around him, pulling him even deeper into me.

"Holy fuckin' - Isabella." snarled Jasper, his teeth almost breaking skin as he emptied himself into my still spasming pussy.

He captured my lips in another kiss, slower this time, before pulling out of me. They both groaned, watching as Jasper's come dripped from my swollen cunt.

But god, I'd never felt better in my life.

"Do you want Peter to fuck you now, darlin'?" asked Jasper, moving me so that I was on all fours facing him, my ass on full display for the hungry vampire behind me - and wow I felt sexy.

"Yes, please." I whispered, pushing back against Peter's already teasing cock.

"You heard the lady." said Jasper, catching Peter's eye.

I didn't need to turn around to know Peter was smirking.

"We do aim to please around here." he said, slowly sinking into my tight heat.

His hands on my hips were tight and all three of us groaned. I bit my lip, questioning eyes searching Jasper's but unable to voice my question with how perfect Peter's strokes were.

"I can feel both of your pleasure, remember?"

Without waiting for my response he pulled me forward into a languorous kiss that matched Peter's leisurely pace.

"Fuck, Jasper, you were right. She's so damn warm." grunted Peter, his thrusts increasing in roughness but not in speed, each hard push immediately making me moan loudly into Jasper's mouth.

"Warm?" I gasped out, fingers digging into the bedsheets as Jasper's dexterous fingers began flicking my clit.

"Your perfect little cunt, sugar." grunted Peter, "So good, so fuckin' good."

"Oh fuck, I'm going to come." I whined, pinching my eyes shut and giving myself over to the feelings - Peter's hand in my hair pulling just hard enough to sting, Jasper's fingers on my clit, Peter's cock stretching me so perfectly - I didn't stand a chance.

My body tensed again, another orgasm wracking my body with shakes as Peter continued pounding into me, finding his own release a few pumps later.

I collapsed forward, barely managing to avoid landing on Jasper in the process, as my body continued to tremble lightly. I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my entire life. I felt amazing.

My eyes were closed, but I felt and heard the bed shifting, sheets being shuffled around, and then Jasper and Peter were enveloping me in their strong arms. Peter was behind me, his face nuzzled against my neck and one arm wrapped around my waist while Jasper was in front of me, one arm also wrapped around my waist as he peppered my face and neck with soft kisses.

"We love you so fuckin' much, Bella." he said softly, both men squeezing my waist at his words, "I love you."

I couldn't stop the tired, sated smile from spreading across my face as I brought my hand up to his cheek and said, "I love you too."

Suddenly I was slammed dead in the chest with the full force of Jasper's emotions - his relief, his gratitude, his love.

He pulled me forward, gently claiming my lips in a kiss as though it sealed our fate - made it real - a promise of forever.

I could feel how tense Peter was behind me, and I slowly turned so that Jasper was now at my back and Peter at my front.

"You don't have to say it to me yet, sugar." he said softly, his eyes full of understanding even though I could tell he was nervous of the rejection he thought he was receiving.

I smiled, sliding my hand into the hair at the nape of his neck before saying, "No, I don't have to, but I want to."

His eyes, back to their usual beautiful ruby red, were wide in surprise, but he still managed to say, "I love you, Bella."

"I love you too." I said softly, a smile on my face at the look of utter joy on his face.

"What's he feeling, Jasper?" I asked, not taking my eyes off Peter.

Jasper nuzzled his face against my neck as he whispered, "He loves you so much, darlin'."

"We both do." said Peter, tugging me forward into a kiss.

"Get some sleep." murmured Jasper, pulling the comforter over all three of us, "We'll be right here when you wake up."

And before I knew it I was drifting off between my two mates.

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