"Renesmee?" His voice is gruff and thick with sleep, that of which shrouds his vision. I can tell as he attempts to open his eyes, only to force them shut again as fresh sunlight seeps through the thin blind of our bedroom. Like this, I can clearly hear the animal within him. The furry side, I like to refer to it as. Even as a child, I knew what he was. I could tell by his body, his protective and loyal demeanor, and the odd and yet equally as beautiful tattoo on his right arm.
"I'm here," I mutter soothingly as he reaches out, his hand desperately clawing at my thigh, effortlessly tugging me closer to his unnaturally warm torso. I exhale a contented sigh and rake one of my hands through his short-cut, jet black hair, my fingers sculpting against the shape of his head. Instantly, he copies my motion and drags my face towards his. His breath is on my skin, causing the downy hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. Shoot, my mind mutters, he always knows how to do that. Honestly, Jacob Black has - and always will be - my wolf. From the moment I was born, half immortal and half human, I've been his shadow. Hm.. The other way around, actually. Or so my mother, Bella, tells me. My lips find their way to his neck, marking his lips, jawline and the tender curve of his shoulders as my territory. Underneath my mouth, I can feel the gentle pulsation of his veins; particularly the jugular. Even with the temptation of blood still looming, I simply place soft kisses on his skin and brush my fingers along his abdomen, sneaking closer to his groin every second. His moans and the paced, ragged upheavals of his chest are enough to tell me that I'm doing well - he sounds so desperate for my touch, my lips, hands and body that I can't help but glow with self-satisfaction. "Now, now, wolf... Let's not get too excited, eh?" I purr, both seductively and playfully. He rolls his eyes at my comment and encloses me in his tightest grip, eager to press me against him. Oh, and his throbbing erection, too. It seems like the big, bad wolf is just as 'big' as the fairytales' intend.