Jane's smile was a blade, beautiful and deadly. Her fingers pressed possessively into the nape of Reina's neck, a silent promise of ownership. But before Jane could guide her toward the Cullen house, Reina's own hand came up, her fingers wrapping around Jane's wrist. The touch was not to push her away, but to anchor her.
"No," Reina whispered, her voice husky with a need that surprised even her. "Not in there. Not with them… listening."
Jane's predatory smile didn't fade, but it shifted, curiosity flaring in her crimson eyes. "Listening?"
"I don't want anyone to hear us." Reina's gaze was unwavering, her crimson eyes dark with intent. "I don't want anyone to hear me. When I come apart for you, Jane, the only one who hears it will be you."
A low, approving sound rumbled in Jane's throat. The command in her posture relaxed into something far more sinister, a hunter pleased with its prey's request. "A sentiment I can fully endorse." Her cold fingers laced with Reina's. "Come."
They moved, not toward the house where the Cullens and shifters moved to after Janes apparent need for Reina, but into the deep, primordial embrace of the forest. Jane was a streak of pale moonlight, pulling Reina through the dense undergrowth with preternatural speed. The world became a blur of dark trunks and shadow, the cold air whipping past them until they burst into a small, secluded clearing. A canopy of ancient trees formed a natural cathedral, their branches locking out the sky, and a soft bed of moss and fallen leaves carpeted the earth.
Here, the only sound was their needless breathing—Reina's coming in sharp, excited gasps, Jane's perfectly still and silent.
Jane released her hand and turned. The civilized veneer she maintained for the Cullens was gone, stripped away by the solitude and the raw hunger in Reina's eyes. She was pure vampire now, ancient and ravenous.
"No interruptions," Jane stated, the words a vow.
"No interruptions," Reina echoed.
Jane closed the distance between them. There was no rush, only an agonizing, deliberate slowness. Her hands came up to frame Reina's face, her thumbs stroking the high curves of her cheekbones. Her touch was like polished marble, cool and impossibly smooth.
"I have waited an eternity for a silence that belongs only to us," Jane murmured, her lips hovering just inches from Reina's.
Then she closed the final gap.
Her kiss was not gentle. It was a conquest. A claiming. Her cool lips moved against Reina's with a desperate, centuries-old hunger, parting them with an insistent pressure of her tongue. Reina melted into it, a soft moan escaping her as she tasted the unique, dark spice that was uniquely Jane. Her hands came up, tangling in the sleek blonde hair at the base of Jane's neck, holding on as the world tilted.
Jane's hands began to move, mapping Reina's body through the thin fabric of her clothes. They skated down her neck, over the frantic pulse beating there, down to the swell of her breasts. With a deft, sharp tug, the buttons of her blouse gave way. The cool night air hit Reina's heated skin, and she shuddered, breaking the kiss to gasp.
"Jane."
"I want to see you," Jane commanded, her voice a low thrum of power. She pushed the blouse from Reina's shoulders, letting it fall to the moss. Her crimson eyes burned as they took in the sight of Reina's simple lace bra, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. "All of you."
Her fingers found the clasp at the back and released it. The garment joined the blouse on the forest floor. Jane's gaze was a physical caress, roaming over Reina's bare breasts, the pale skin pebbling under her scrutiny. She dipped her head, and her mouth, so cold and yet so devastatingly soft, closed over one taut peak.
Reina cried out, her head falling back as a bolt of pure lightning shot from her nipple straight to her core. Jane's tongue swirled and flicked, her lips suckling gently, then with more pressure, until Reina's knees buckled. Strong, cold arms caught her, lowering them both to the soft earth without ever breaking contact.
Jane laid her down on the bed of moss, following her down, covering her body with her own. The contrast of Jane's fully-clothed, powerful form against Reina's utter vulnerability was intoxicating. Jane continued her worship, her mouth moving to Reina's other breast, her hand cupping and kneading the first.
"You taste of sunlight and life," Jane whispered against her skin, her breath a cool ghost. "And you are all mine."
Her hand slid down Reina's trembling stomach, her fingers making quick work of the fastening of her pants. She tugged them down, along with her underwear, in one swift, impatient motion. Reina was laid bare beneath her, exposed to the night and to Jane's devouring gaze.
Jane leaned back on her knees, her eyes drinking in the sight. "So perfect," she breathed, a note of genuine awe in her usually flat tone.
Then her touch was between Reina's legs, and Reina nearly arched off the ground. A single, cool finger traced her slick folds, and she whimpered, a broken, pleading sound.
"Please."
"Please what, my love?" Jane crooned, her finger circling the aching, sensitive nub but applying no real pressure. A cruel, delicious torture.
"Please, don't make me wait. I need you."
A triumphant smirk touched Jane's lips. "Since you ask so nicely."
She shifted, lowering herself, replacing her fingers with her mouth.
The sensation was… unimaginable. Jane's cold tongue lashed against Reina's clit with pinpoint accuracy, then plunged inside her with a sinful rhythm. Reina's hands scrabbled at the moss, her back bowing as a cascade of pleasure, sharp and relentless, crashed over her. Jane's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, pinning her down as she feasted.
The orgasm built with terrifying speed, coiling tightly in her belly. Jane's ministrations grew more fervent, her tongue working a magic that was both agony and ecstasy. She was relentless, her focus absolute, as if memorizing Reina's taste, her sounds, the way her body tightened and shook.
"I'm… I'm going to…" Reina choked out, her vision spotting.
Jane's only response was to slide two long, cool fingers inside her, curling them upward. The dual sensation, the filling stretch and the expert flutter of her tongue, was the final key.
Reina shattered. A raw, keening cry was torn from her throat, echoing in their private clearing as waves of unbearable pleasure wracked her body. She trembled violently, her heels digging into the moss, her fingers clutching at Jane's hair.
Through the haze, she felt Jane gently withdraw, moving back up her body. Jane's face was glistening with Reina's essence, her crimson eyes glowing with feral satisfaction. She positioned herself over Reina, one knee nudging her legs further apart.
"That was only the first," Jane promised, her voice thick with her own desire. "I am nowhere near finished with you."
She captured Reina's lips in a deep, claiming kiss, letting her taste herself on Jane's tongue. The intimacy of it sent a fresh shudder through Reina's body. Jane's hips settled against hers, a slow, deliberate grind that promised so much more.
"Are you ready for me?" Jane breathed against her mouth, her own movements becoming more urgent.