Blended
- Nothing is white or black, good or evil. Without one, you cannot have the other.
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"How come we never do this inside?" He was panting much more heavily than her. He chalked it up to her not physically needing to breathe. The thought sent a tingle down his spine, and he couldn't blame it on the car.
It was a damn sexy car, too.
"Do you really think I want to smell you? At least out here I can almost ignore the scent of wet, dirty dog." She growled, nails raking down his chest. He bled, and she ignored it, choosing instead to watch the wounds close up. The stark red against his copper flesh reminded her of war paint.
It should have represented war paint, rather than what they were doing.
His hands curled over her hips and lifted her higher, bringing her crashing back down against him mere seconds later. Their stamina was endless, but his muscles were starting to cramp. Lord knows how long they'd been at - oh.
"You are my dirty dog, aren't you Jared?" She was pulling his hair, teeth gleaming in pale moonlight. He whimpered out a yes, slamming his head back against the hood of the car.
Rosalie was always, always on top. He heard the metal creak under his skull, felt it bend to his will.
"I didn't hear you." Her words were cold, cruel, but her eyes were shining with laughter. She enjoyed this as much as he did, the sheer notrightohfucknotright of it all. "What did you say Jared?"
"Yes." He whined out again, a hand trying to snake up to a breast. She slammed it back down beside his head, holding him long enough so that she was certain he would stay.
"Yes what Jared?" She made sure to say his name, and often. He responded to it like a well trained dog. Ears perking, eyes focusing. It brought his attention back to her, where she wanted it.
"Yes, I'm your dirty dog." Jared had learned long, long ago that saying 'yours' around Rose was the best way to get what you wanted. She took care of hers.
She lowered her mouth to his ear, bit him enough so she could taste blood. Technically she wasn't breaking her vegetarianism, he wasn't exactly human. She lapped up small droplets as the wound healed, whispering to him bark for me.
She had the nerve to pinch his nipple and grind down as hard as she could against him, as she said the order. It startled a high pitched bark out of him, that had her laughing, even as she pressed her hand down on his chest and told him to do it again.
Without hesitating, he obeyed.
The way the wolves listened to the alpha tone, to dominance, how they reacted to it...it was one of the reasons she liked - she would never admit to loving it - this thing with Jared. He wasn't breakable, he wasn't weak, but he listened.
At the next bark he was coming, finishing himself inside of her. It was burning hot, enough to make her feel uncomfortable but more than enough to make her feel satisfied as she shuddered above him.
"S-sorry about the car." He stuttered, propping himself to a sitting position. His hand rubbed her lower back, soothingly, trying to comfort the unease he could feel from her.
She was always off kilter when they were done. She accepted his warmth until it became unbearable, and then she was shifting away. "Don't worry about it." Her eyes matched her tone and her voice finally. Cold. "I'll fix it later."
He sat up enough that he could hike his pants up from his ankles to his knees. He paused, waited to see if she would say more. She didn't, and so he dressed, quietly slipping into the woods.
He bathed in the stream running through the woods, not wanting to go home to Kim smelling of sex and reeking of shame.
Silently, from downwind, Emmett stepped from the trees and brushed his nose against the back of Rosalie's neck.
For Rosalie, Jared was an outlet. He gave her the control, let her lead him, and it made her feel powerful. More than that, Jared helped erased memories of long ago, memories that she wished she could erase from her mind.
For Jared, Rosalie was an outlet. She took the control, and he could handle his body, where as Kim would break if he tried to be himself. More than that, Rosalie helped Jared keep an iron grip of his cherished control, that all the wolves envied.
If only they all knew.
Jacob and Edward, always knowing, always seeing, never let on that they knew.
