A/N: This was for a challenge, the prompt was hate!sex.
"I don't understand!" she yelled at me as she tore her backpack off and threw it in the corner of my bedroom, getting right in my face. "What have I ever done to you? What is your fucking problem?"
I could feel my eyes flash as I resisted the urge to reach out and snap her scrawny little neck with my bare hands. Her scent wafted over me, filling my head with her, never letting me escape. She had no idea the fire she was playing with here... following me into my own bedroom and going head to head with me like this. A low growl started in my throat and I knew I was in trouble. As much as I didn't want to admit it, her scent turned me on like a switch. We'd never been alone together, so I managed to quell the primal urges without much difficulty. But now... it was just the two of us, and I could take what I wanted, what she invoked in me, without Edward looking over my shoulder. "You're human," I said carefully, my words coming out in a harsh, bitter tone.
"And that's my fault how?" she asked, gesturing wildly with her hands.
I hadn't expected a response like that, and for a moment I was speechless, just staring at her, but then she moved, and her essence attacked my nostrils once again, and my speech returned with a flourish. "Get out of my room if you value your chastity."
"My what? Are you k-- chastity? You-you-you-my chastity?" she stammered, like she tends to do when she's flustered. Good. She was flustered. Maybe she'd leave.
I closed the distance between us and put my face to her neck, inhaling slowly, taking a deep, exaggerated breath so she would get my point. "Your scent is making me hungry... and wet."
Her eyes flew wider than I'd ever seen them. "But-but-but you hate me," she pointed out helpfully.
To her credit, she didn't flinch or back away. I could hear her heart beating in her chest like a jackhammer, could smell her blood racing through her veins, see the pulse pounding in the tendons of her throat. She was utterly delicious, and utterly infuriating.
Just as I was about to speak, another scent assaulted me, and now my eyes were the ones to go wide. She was aroused. The intensity of it overwhelmed my senses, and before I could control myself, I shoved her into the nearest wall and took her flesh into my mouth. She tasted sweet, with the slightest hint of salt from sweat.
To my delight and vexation, the little bitch moaned and tilted her head away from me, offering up more of her neck. Was she crazy? I could bite. I could sacrifice what little humanity I had left and bite, drain her, solve all my family's problems and yet create more for us in the process. Different but equally as devastating. No, I wasn't going to do that. But I was going to take her.
As I forced my hand into her pants and sank two fingers inside her dripping core, I wondered why she would trust me like this. Why she would want me like this - because clearly she did. I pushed the thought from my mind as quickly as I pushed those fingers into her because, if I held onto it, I might start to hate her less.
She gasped and wrapped her arms around me, her nails digging into my shoulder blades, muscles clenching around my fingers, trying to force them out and welcoming the invasion at the same time. She was so warm, so inviting, and I experienced the fleeting sensation of wanting to stay buried inside her forever. She was moaning and whimpering and saying my name, and it was so hard to hate her in that moment, the moment she tensed in my arms and came on my fingers and cried, telling me she needed me to like her.
Maybe I could, because for the first time in a long time, I did feel needed, and I felt like she was mine.