Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Author's Note: I had this idea in my head for a while. I haven't written sex in over a year, so I hope, even in this small instance, it's at least good. Reviews are love, people. -Delta
The Voyeur
Jacob shook his large head as he padded through the Cullen's grounds, trying to release the scent from his nostrils.
It didn't work like he'd hoped.
He grumbled and looked up at the large house. It was lit in some areas, the sound of non-slumbering vampires filling the silence with soft sounds.
Until he heard one in particular.
He looked to the left of the large house and saw her.
She was pressed up against the glass, naked. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders in soft waves, her mouth slightly open, her lips red. He could make out Emmett in the background, face contorted as he slammed his body against Rosalie's backside.
Jacob didn't want to watch, but he couldn't help himself.
The noises were soft, but he could hear them. Her moans bit at his ears, making his heart beat faster against his ribcage. She said the vampires name over and over, growing an octave as she beat her fist against the glass wall, creating spider-web cracks under her hand as she arched her back.
Emmett leaned down and bit into her neck.
The resounding scream never left Jacob's thoughts. And neither did she.