Inevitability

1

Jacob's Point of View

Dear God, this woman was going to be the death of me.

It had been ten years since the confrontation with the Volturi, and apart from the occasional looking over my shoulder at what the leeches were doing, I was content. I still didn't really trust them, despite having imprinted on my former love's daughter. The father – Edward Cullen, mind-reading leech – still wasn't too happy about that, but I suppose it was because he kept seeing in my mind how beautiful she had become.

She had stopped aging almost three years ago, at the physical age of seventeen. God how beautiful she had grown to be. Her hair was waist-length and bronze, and she always wore it in a braid. Her eyes were deep and endless brown, and I could sometimes – if I looked closely – see golden flecks in them. Other than being a little disgusted at her similarity to her father, I was only further taken in. Once she had turned seven – or seventeen, depending on how you looked at it – she had been able to keep up with me in my wolf form, a fact which I found impressive and slightly annoying at the same time. She used to have to ride on my back, and still does sometimes, when she's feeling playful. She still bites me too, but they grew from affectionate nips to full-on bites. She broke the skin a few times, but I still loved her, because I had no choice.

Of course, I didn't resent my imprint. I couldn't; she was too perfect. She was smart and beautiful and she could share her memories and feelings with me with a single touch, a gift that I enjoyed immensely. I could lie for hours while she lay against my flanks and shared her day with me, or the hours that I had missed.

But I didn't want to be with her now. Well, I did, oh God how I did, but I couldn't. Let me explain.

We were at my house in La Push, since I hadn't moved out due to any impending Volturi threat, and neither had the Cullens, so we had stayed. I knew that one day the Cullens must leave, and I would follow, and my pack would follow with me. I both dreaded and welcomed the day, but mostly I welcomed the day when her parents trusted me and her enough to let her go and stay with me permanently.

It was sunny outside, so we were in the backyard. She was doing her homework, and I was half-helping, half-just-staring at her. Her face was fixed in a permanent light blush because of my attentions; she already understood what I was to her, but it still made her embarrassed when I made it painfully clear just how much influence she had over me. The wind was blowing her scent steadily towards me, and her scent – oh dear lord, her scent – was, in no less words, amazing. I couldn't understand what had changed, but she was suddenly extremely…alluring. Intoxicating, I once heard the leech say. I began to understand what he had meant about the whole singer thing. It was like her scent was physically calling to me.

I wasn't sure if it was some Alpha protectiveness or something to do with imprinting, but I was finding it extremely hard to keep my hands off her. My mind – as well as parts of my body – was screaming at me to take her, claim her, and make her mine. I was a little freaked out by the forcefulness of it, really. I could hurt her, and Bella would probably kill me, she was only ten after all. Though she had the body and mind of a seventeen year old, she was still naïve and innocent and…I was running low on excuses. Animalistic desires as I'd never known before were pushing at my human side; she was my mate, and she smelled amazing. Take her, damnit. Take her.

No.

I needed help.

"Is something wrong, Jake?" Her voice broke through my tumultuous thoughts, snapping me back to reality. I shook my head quickly.

"Uh, no Wren, nothing." Since she had outgrown being called 'Nessie', I had taken to calling her Wren, like the little bird, because she was cute and flighty, just like it. I liked the image it conjured up, and so did she, so it stuck. Unlike 'Nessie', though, Wren was not adopted by the rest of the family. It was a thing between her and me.

She was through my obvious lie straight away, narrowing her eyes at me. Her lips formed a slight pout, and I longed to kiss them, pin her down and…stop it Jacob!

"I just have to…go patrol really quick, keep in touch with the pack and everything." She opened her mouth to protest, but I was already gone, fazing into the giant russet wolf and running off. She wasn't pursuing me, of which I was glad. The wolf was running most of my mind now, and I didn't need her at close range in case I lost control.

'Sam?' I called to the other Alpha, and the leader of my old pack.

'Jacob? What can I do for you?' Oh thank God, he was fazed already.

'I…I have a problem.' I heard his questioning thought, and continued. 'I think something might be wrong, but I don't know.' Exerting a bit more effort, I sent Sam the feeling of Wren's scent, and how it had affected me. I heard him burst into laughter. I mean, I could actually hear it, outside the mind-link. 'What's so damn funny?'

'I'm sorry, Jacob, but I find this amusing. You need not fear anything; nothing is wrong with either of you?'

'Then you know what this is? I'm scared, Sam. I don't want to lose control around her. I don't know what this is!'

'Jacob, calm down. Your imprint has simply gone into heat. Since Nessie has proven to be your best chance of passing on the werewolf gene, she will periodically go into heat when the chance of passing on the line is best. I don't know why though, Nessie is hardly normal, and I don't see how she would even be able to carry a child, as the woman needs to change to the ways of pregnancy. I don't know the how, Jacob, but I do know the why. Go and be with your imprint. I'm sure she is missing you.'

What? Heat? Like…an animal? Holy Crap. 'Uh, Sam, slight problem. My mate is in freaking heat. This is a bad thing. If not the fact that she's ten freaking years old, but another that her father is looking for any excuse to rip my throat out.'

'I doubt that, Jacob. They are our allies, remember?'

'I think that I could change that. How long does this heat thing last?'

'About a week. Sometimes more, sometimes less.'

A week? I couldn't be with Wren for a whole freaking week? This sucked. Sometimes being a werewolf just sucked, simple as. Seth was lucky, he changed when he was young, and has gotten used to it. I kind of got where Edward was coming from now, I mean really. To be so close to something you wanted, and to be unable to do anything about it? I had a newfound respect for Cullen; I had had no idea.

'Go be with your imprint, Jacob,' Sam repeated. 'I'm leaving now.'

'Fine,' I huffed, sitting on my haunches. I felt Sam's presence leave, and thanked God that Sam and Leah had not been fazed at the time. Can someone say awkward?

I didn't even hear her coming up to me, but I could smell her. I groaned inwardly. She smelled so damn good. I felt her hand touch my shoulder, and the image of me running away, with a question in it, came into my mind. I realized that I would have to faze to answer her. I was barely in control right now, what about when I could speak to her, hold her, and kiss her? Damn it.

"Jake?" Her voice sent a ripple of desire down my spine. I wanted her so badly. I was panting, trying to control myself. There was a painful clenching in my abdomen, and I was glad that my fur was hiding me. That would be tripling the awkwardness.

"Jake, please answer me, are you okay?" Her voice sounded hurt, and I turned to look at her. I let out a quiet whine at her rejected facial expression. I pressed my nose to her stomach, looking up at her and trying to make her understand, without words, that I just needed to be away from her.

This turned out to be a big mistake. My rushed and heavy breathing was making me take in more and more of her delicious scent. I could actually smell her heat now, and was physically next to it. The scent was driving my mind wild, making the animal in me break down the human and moral walls and charge forward. Before I knew what was happening, I ended up leaning over her – as a human. She was pinned beneath me, her eyes wide. I wondered what I looked like to her. Did I look like a madman, or perhaps a predator, like the leech? Was I frightening her?

She reached up to touch the side of my face, and I saw that her hand was shaking. Her hair had come undone from its braid and was in a fan behind her head, making her look more like an angel than I had imagined her previously. Her breathing was a little heavy too, and the blood rushed to her cheeks in a beautiful blush. When she touched the side of my face, I saw what she was feeling. It made me want to take her all the more. She knew exactly what was happening – well, not the in heat bit, but the lust I was feeling – and she trusted me to continue and not hurt her. She trusted me, and she was going to let me claim her. She was only ten! I felt disgusted with myself, but I couldn't move any further away from her.

I leaned down and inhaled at her collarbone. Her entire being was permeated with her heat, and the air around us reeked of it. I remembered that I was naked, but couldn't seem to care. The way things were going, that wouldn't be a problem. No! Bad Jacob! I couldn't do this to her. She was still so young…but so perfect…and so tempting. I growled inwardly. We hadn't moved from that position; she was still pinned firmly under my weight, her eyes staring into mine with the utmost love and trust. Taking another deep breath, I pressed my lips to hers. She was always a few degrees colder than most humans, but everyone seemed cold to me. Her lips moulded perfectly to mine, and she opened her mouth, granting me access to her warmth there. My body twitched at the thought of warmth in other places, but I quickly chided myself. I had to take this slow; I couldn't hurt her. I couldn't bear to.

Her breathing was picking up, and her body quivered delightfully against mine. I wondered if she felt her heat too, if she was feeling this desire as strongly as I was. I could only hope so; the idea of forcing myself on her disgusted me. The thought of anyone forcing themselves on her made me incredibly angry. As a result of my nameless anger, I kissed her harder, pressing her into the ground. I heard her gasp a little into my mouth, and felt her body arch to mine. I knew she could feel me at her hips, already hard and ready for her. The idea didn't seem to scare or deter her; maybe she wanted this as much as I did. Maybe more. I couldn't say.

She started moving more under me. Her hands went down my face to my chest, where her fingers traced every muscle and scar, making them tense and relax under her electric touch. I felt absolutely euphoric; how in the world had I deserved this creature? She was amazing; everything she did sent trails of red-hot desire running through me. The sensation in my abdomen was becoming uncomfortable, I needed to be inside her, to feel her writhe under me as I emptied myself into her; claim her as mine, and mine only.

As my hands obeyed my body without going through my mind, they trailed down from on either side of her head to grip the hem of her t-shirt. I pulled it over her head, as she lifted her arms to allow me to do so. She raised her head and shoulders to allow me to get it off, and I was blown back by the complete trust and safety she felt for me. I could crush her easily, and yet she was willing to do this for me. My perfect imprint.

I kissed her again, portraying all my love for her in that simple act, while my fingers worked at her jeans. Her hips lifted, rubbing against my own and creating delicious friction; I almost came undone right there. Sliding down the material easily, I cast off both her jeans and underwear, leaving her bared in all her glory for me. My heavy breathing was full-on panting now. I felt more like an animal than ever before, even when I had first fazed, unknowing of what was happening to me. The wolf in me was screaming to impregnate my mate, make her bear my children. I had no human left to fight it. Was this what it felt like for the Cullens when they hunted? Uggh, now I'm empathising with leeches.

I moved over her again, so that I was propping myself up on my hands, on either side of her head, her legs spread below mine. I was so close, but I had to be sure. I wouldn't force her into anything. Painful as it would be, I would pull away if she asked me to. I had to.

"Are you absolutely sure, Wren?" I whispered to her, my lips barely brushing hers.

She hesitated, her beautiful eyes showing a flicker of indecision. For one agonizing second, I thought that she was going to refuse, but then she nodded, her sweet voice wrapping around me, enveloping my mind.

"Yes Jake. I love you, and I am yours. Make me yours."

"It will hurt." Stupid mouth, why was I dithering? I didn't want to hurt her, but I knew it would, no matter how gentle I tried to be. Such is the way of things. It seemed kind of unfair really, but there was nothing I could do about it.

"I know, but I trust you. I know you would never intentionally hurt me." Her hands trailed my face and chest, her touch as light as a feather. She moved up to make our lips meet, and we kissed for a brief moment, before she let her head fall back to the ground, smiling her stunning smile. "Make me yours, Jacob," she repeated.

Dear God, I love this woman.

I slowly leaned forward, pushing into her slowly so that she could adjust to my size. I wasn't sure if I would hurt her, or how it could possibly fit. To make it easier, I pushed in a few inches before pulling out and going in again, a bit further. I felt the slight resistance of her virginity, and paused one more time, before reading the permission in her eyes. I heaved forward, thinking that it would be better to break it quickly, like ripping off a band-aid. Her back arched suddenly and she gasped, tears in her eyes. I kissed them away, whispering my apologies over and over again, until I felt her hand in my hair, soothing me. How amazing must she be, to be soothing me while she is in so much pain? She's an angel; I'm sure of it now. I looked at her face, seeing the tear-streaked cheeks, and kissed the newly forming moisture away, before kissing her on the lips. She granted me access again, and I began to move slowly again within her, ready to stop if she asked me to. She didn't. I slowly began to pick up speed, going in until I could go no further. It seemed like the initial pain was over, and that there was no more, because her hips began to slowly rise to meet my every thrust. She threw her head back, making our lips break apart but giving me access to her pale, unmarked neck, unlike the rest of the leeches. I kissed the skin at the base of her throat, listening to her rapid heartbeat and using it as a base for the rhythm of my thrusts. I was working hard to keep the wolf at bay; to stop myself taking her as I wanted her; to stay gentle.

"Jacob." When she moaned my name, the sound was low and sultry, and I quickly decided that this was my favourite sound that she had ever made. It made my entire body shudder with pleasure, and I wanted to have her that much more. Her scent was all around me; I was sure that I would smell like her for days. Oh well. I felt an odd sensation of blood rushing to my groin, making it ache with an uncomfortable pleasure. The friction, combined with her fabulous warmth around me, was driving me insane. I needed release.

"Jacob!" She was nearing her climax also. I could feel her inner walls clenching around me. I locked her lips with mine as she came, the clenching giving me my release also. I spilled myself into her, her body still arched into mine, and our mouths locked. I silently thanked God for this heat thing; nothing could possibly be a greater experience. I had been slightly uncomfortable – the leeches too – with the fact that she would look seventeen at age seven, and stop growing. But being with her now, it felt so right, regardless of her age. She already was smarter than most grown humans, and she was so strong and fast and beautiful. She was perfect.

She came down from her high, breathing heavily. Her eyes were glazed and she was smiling the smile that she saved for me – slightly crooked. I knew she got this from her father, but his was cocky and arrogant. Hers was…perfect. I kissed her one more time, before pushing myself off of her, afraid of crushing her. I searched around for her clothes, finding them cast off in various places, and I pulled on my cut-offs. I watched her as she got dressed. The simple actions she did – pulling on her shirt, straightening her jeans – made me want to take her all over again. I was like some sex-crazed idiot. I watched her search the forest floor, and tilted my head when she pouted.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't find my hair-tie. Crap; this is the third one this week!"

"Go wandering in the forest much, then?" She caught my innuendo and blushed deeply. I laughed and pulled her to sit on my lap, kissing her cheek. I brushed her hair back from her face, looking her in the eyes with a smile. "It's alright. You're hair looks better down, anyway." She smiled and blushed again, Bella-style. "Are you ready to go back to the house now? I'm sure your parents will some for you soon."

She pouted again, but nodded. "Can I ride you back?" she asked playfully?

'Oh, you can ride me anytime…stop it, Jacob.' "Sure thing, Wren." I stood up and fazed quickly, waiting for her to climb on my shoulders. She stroked my head affectionately, and I wagged my tail – I know, very doggy, but I was happy. She grinned and jumped onto my back, kicking my ribs like a horse. I growled a little, to show my annoyance and derision at such an action, and she giggled. I couldn't stay mad at her for long, not that I ever wanted to. I began my fast lope back to La Push.

'So where have you been all day?' Leah. I did not need her here right now. 'Oh thanks, well I'm so unwanted aren't I? Maybe I should go back to Sam.'

'Come on, don't be like that. I'm sorry.'

'It's alright.' Ha, she couldn't stay mad at me. 'Don't get too cocky there, Alpha.'

Cocky. Aww, shit.

'Holy crap there, Jacob, what was that image? I didn't need to see that, thank you very much. Oh, this is going to be terrible when Seth imprints, which I bet he will. Uggh. I do not need to see you having sex all the time, okay?'

'Quit bringing it up! Bella's gonna kill me!'

'Why? You are her imprint, after all.'

'Yeah, but Cullen's gonna be pissed, and she'll be pissed because he's pissed. And basically everyone's gonna get real mad real fast.'

'But didn't he once ask you to give his own love a baby? He can hardly complain about his daughter. Either way…I got your back, Jake.'

'Thanks. I'm fazing back now.'

'Roger. Over and Out.'

I rolled my eyes and changed back to a human, with Wren still on my back, riding like a piggy-back ride. Without her letting go, I pulled the cut-offs on. She remained with her arms locked around my neck the entire time, her cheek resting against my neck. I smiled a little and walked into the house.

Author's Note: I'd just like to say that the inspiration for this came when my friend Freya and I were discussing what would happen if Jacob and Renesmee ever had children, and I – being the writer of the duo – decided to write about it. If anything is unsatisfactory then flames shall be used to burn Jacob in hell, because I don't actually like him. Sigh. So here it is. Enjoy and Review!

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