Darkest Desire

Chapter 4: Curiosity

Jacob felt as though his heart would beat through his chest as the sweet angel professed her feelings,

but to then have the sheer humiliation of his misinterpretation, he thought his poor heart would cease

beating altogether. But he would not let his affection be wasted; he loved Isabella Swan with his whole

heart and by fair means or foul he would make her his.

Jacob had spent months hunting and choosing a mate for himself, as was required by the lore's that

governed his pack. Jacob descended from a long and ancient line of werewolves, noble creatures that

had roamed the earth as long as man and vampire.

They too had to ensure their species remained a secret, to prevent them from being hunted down and

destroyed, or even worse caught and exhibited in some sleazy freak show.

Jacob remembered the day he had passed through the small town of Treakton, he had picked up on the

most mouth watering scent he had ever encountered, he didn't know if he wanted to eat or fuck it.

Upon tracking the aroma it led him to a small blacksmiths shop where he discovered the source of the

delicious scent, Isabella Swan, not only was she the most delicious thing he had ever smelled she was a

vision of beauty. He was captivated from the minute he laid eyes on her, her chestnut hair fell in loose

curls around her heart shaped face and her eyes were huge liquid, brown pools. She was in the middle

of a heated argument with her father, when he had rounded the door unobserved by either party.

"I refuse to be married off to whom you ever see fit, father," she stamped her foot in a show of temper

and her cheeks were flushed.

He looked just as red and angry, waving an iron poker around as he spoke, "You, will do as I say."

Isabella's' glare moved as she caught sight of the tall, dark, stranger in the doorway. She huffed and

turned marching from the shop leaving her father to deal with him; Jacob, smiled at the image of the

feisty beauty, he was enamoured from the first moment he set eyes upon her. He felt that day the fates

had been in his favour, as Charles Swan was in need of help and from that afternoon Jacob was gainfully

employed as a blacksmiths apprentice.

He had easily entwined himself into Isabella's life, apart from her fiery temper; she was easy going, hard

working and enjoyable to be around. They became as close to each other as they possibly could, being

members of the opposite sex. Isabella spoke freely to Jacob and her face lit up when he was around, he

had dared to hope on more than one occasion that her feelings were growing stronger for him.

Isabella's personality and physique were strong and these would serve her well, in her transformation

into the same species as Jacob, she would make a magnificent wolf. By werewolf lore and tradition the

bride would be bitten on the consummation of her marriage. With a strong mate by his side Jacob

would also be in line to lead the pack as alpha male, one day. He could see his future in front of him all

wrapped in the package that was Isabella Swan.

He had also found himself enjoying the company of Swan, at first he thought the man was a bully and a

fiend for how he spoke to and about Isabella, but now Jacob understood the protectiveness he felt for

his daughter, and he was beginning to share the same emotions. Swan showed he was pleased with

Jacob, who worked hard and was cordial company; he learned the job quickly and lightened Swan's

workload considerably. With her father on his side it would only be a matter of time before Isabella

would be his.

Jacob felt like the fates were in his favour again the day Swan announced he needed to go away for a

few days to sort out the legal papers on the blacksmiths shop. He stepped in and offered to keep the

blacksmith shop running and watch over Isabella, Swan graciously accepted and left almost

immediately.

The day of the picnic Jacob had no intention of declaring his feelings for Isabella, but her confession of

feelings had prompted him, he was so blinded by his own emotions that he had not listened to her

words.

He was aware that forcing himself upon her was iniquitous, but he did really feel that deep down she

had romantic feelings for him too, but was not aware of them, yet. The kiss they shared was sensual and

it felt so right to have her pressed soft and warmly against him. Her heart beat resonated in his chest

and his whole body cried out for her to respond to him. He held a lot back as she rubbed herself in

complete innocence over his thigh and when she cried out in joy as he did, it took every ounce of

strength he possessed not to throw her to the ground and claim her right there as his, forever.

Jacob had every intention of leaving her in the woods and resume work in the shop, but thought better

of it, returning with the intention of escorting her safely back to the cottage. Her fragrance was so

appealing, that others of the supernatural kind would be drawn like moths to a flame and they would be

helpless against her, just as he was. He stepped into the clearing and stopped in awe of the vision that

met him. Quickly he concealed himself in the foliage, as Isabella unaware of being observed continued

softly touching herself between her legs. Her head was back against the tree and her eyes closed, her

tongue swept across her bottom lip before she took it between her teeth, her fingers touched and

caressed her most intimate parts between her legs. He could hear her soft moans of pleasure and her

ministrations increased as she rocked into her hand, she let out a small gasp as she was rewarded with

her climax. The sweet smell of her orgasm filled the air around him and Jacob swallowed back as his

mouth watered, he fought the urge to run and bury his tongue in her glistening, wet cunt. He quickly

unfastened his breeches and took out his pulsing member and began to stroke up and down his long

length, holding on to a nearby branch for support. He watched enraptured as she began to stroke again,

he quickened his pace as she did, and be gritted his teeth together to prevent the building roar escaping

as his ejaculate exploded from him, he snapped the branch he held onto for support alerting Isabella.

He was back in the workshop as he watched Isabella returned home safely, she was ignorant to what he

had witnessed.

For the rest of the day Jacob and Isabella avoided contact with one another, they busied themselves

with chores. Her father would be home tomorrow and the waiting and awkwardness would be resolved.

When Jacob had finished his day, he stripped, washed and changed then made his way to the cottage to

eat with Isabella, like he had done for the past two days, but today felt different, he had exposed his

feelings for her.

"Good evening Miss Isabella," Jacob kept his greeting cordial and passed the small posy of wildflowers

he had gathered. He was pleased to see her blush at his simple show of affection.

"They are beautiful Jacob," she said smelling their sweet fragrance, "Please be seated." She waved her

arm at the small pine bench and chairs.

Jacob followed her into the small kitchen which was filled with the delicious aroma of cooked chicken

and Isabella, he breathed deeply. Then he seated himself at the small table set for two; Isabella put the

flowers in a jug of water and placed them upon the window sill. He mused at the simple beauty of her

serving a meal for him, feelings of possessiveness stirred within him. She began to serve the food

between their plates, although Isabella chatted about her day he was aware of the affect he was having

on her. Her heart had increased its beating when he had entered, he could smell the arousal beneath

her skirts, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on the back of her neck that he yearned to taste.

Isabella tried to ignore the heat that prickled up the most intimate parts of her, her hands trembled

when she served the food between them and she prayed to God that Jacob would not notice. She

placed the warming dish in the centre of the small table and lifted the lid allowing the steam to escape

the hot vegetables.

"You have gone to a great deal of trouble preparing this meal Miss Isabella," Jacob observed, "I'm

famished."

Her hands trembled causing the serving spoon with the vegetables to vibrate ready to spill its load

before it reached the plate.

"Please, allow me," Jacob stood and placed both his hands over hers'; they both stopped at the contact

and looked into each other's eyes. Her skin warmed again and she felt the need to start pulling at her

neckline.

"Isabella," he put the serving spoon down breaking the contact they had and took a step towards her.

She took a step back, his eyes had darkened and she was aware of the bulge he sported in the front of

his breeches.

"My body craves you," he took another step.

Isabella shook her head and stepped back. "Please, Jacob," she responded without conviction.

"My mind is overwhelmed by thoughts of you," he was almost upon her.

She saw the look of a starving man and her heart beat wildly inside her breast, her breathing was erratic.

The wall stopped her retreat; she had nowhere else to go.

"My lips seek your sweet taste;" She felt his hot breath on her face, "Please let me taste you," His

strong arm slid around her tiny waist and he drew her towards him.

She let out a small gasp as their bodies made contact; she felt his heat burn through her clothing.

Isabella's mind screamed at her to fight and resist the brute, but her body desired his touch, his words

stirred sensuous feelings deep within, she would let him taste her.

"I am enamoured of you Isabella Swan and I will make you feel the same of me." Jacob slowly leaned

into the embrace.

Her head swum with dizzying pleasure and she felt surrounded by his presence, his kiss was soft and

gentle and coaxed her lips to move in unison and when she pulled away for breath, his lips moved to her

neck, covering it with gentle kisses, sending shivers of desire down her body.

Till now Isabella had no experience in the act of love and was completely ignorant to the feelings that

would be evoked through the simple pleasure of kissing. Now she pulled at his face and hair, trying to

draw him closer, her body began to writhe and press against his, desperate for friction. She felt as

though she was on fire, her whole being aflame with passion she could not control and did not

understand.

Jacob found the strength to pull away; she stood panting, her eyes dark and filled with wanting, she

looked feral.

He had to keep a clear head, which was almost impossible once he was close to this bewitching

creature, but he had to follow the pack rules, the traditions his kind had obeyed for centuries. He

needed to keep her pure, protect her honour and for the ritual of their wedding night.

"Sit," he commanded, she did slowly.

He knelt in front of her and parted her knees as wide as they would go, her eyes widened and he heard

her heart beat quicken once more. He reached across and gave her a chaste kiss on her lips.

"My love," Jacob stroked her cheek, "Do you know what cunnilingus is?"

Isabella frowned and shook her head, puzzled as to why he was asking questions of her now.

"I'm going to do this..."

He leaned in and kissed her mouth, he ran the tip of his tongue over her parted lips then plunged deep

inside her mouth, thrusting in and out forcefully. He pulled out of her mouth before sucking on both her

lips.

"Here." He placed his hand on the juncture of her open legs.

Isabella's breathing hitched.

He slid his hands firmly up her legs lifting her long skirt as he did, she whimpered, but didn't stop him.

The feelings that coursing through Isabella had her close to exploding, every part of her tingled in

anticipation and excitement, his firm hands were close to driving her insane with want as he moved her

skirt up, exposing her nakedness beneath. She gasped as the cold air hit her burning sex.

"Beautiful," he uttered, leaning forward tortuously slow he let out a hot breath, Isabella thought she

might come undone by the very feeling it inflicted on her throbbing genitalia. She watched in fascinated

as his long pink tongue made contact with intimate parts.

"A-aaaa," Isabella wasn't prepared for the exquisite feeling from his supple tongue, her climax all but

exploded from her and she threw her body back into the chair.

Jacob paused a minute to allow her adjust and then continued lapping at the sweet nectar that ran from

her.

Isabella thrashed her head from side to side and clung to the seat of the simple wooden chair, Jacob had

his arms resting up the length of her thighs and held firm to her hips to prevent her bucking. She

attempted to close her legs as the joy began to build, trapping his body in position.

"Oh don't stop," she pleaded, her body convulsed and tightened around him, her breathing ceased, then

she cried out as she reached her peak, her hands threaded through his hair, holding tight as her climax

took hold of her and then caressing him gently.

Jacob kissed her gently as her body relaxed, his heart expanded at the joy he had bestowed upon her

and the affection way she now caressed his hair. He planted one final kiss on the inside of her thigh and

reluctantly pulled her skirt down. Isabella smiled softly and reached out to caress his face before leaning

in to kiss him.

"M-mmmm," she moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

Jacob stood, his throbbing member painfully straining against his breeches, he would,' relievehimself

later,' he thought holding out his hands to Isabella. "Come, we still have our meal waiting."

She looked at him as she stood, biting on her bottom lip, "Can I see it?" She whispered, looking down at

his crotch.

"You don't..." He began.

"Please," Her brown eyes, pleading and innocent as she asked.

He nodded as he unlaced his waistband and pulled all his clothes down, his erect member sprung to

upright.

Isabella's eyes widened, it was the first time she had ever seen a man's private parts, it was bigger than

she thought it would be, the skin dark and wrinkled. Her hand reached out tentatively, she had an over

whelming desire to touch him. Jacob grabbed her wrist.

"I don't expect you to reciprocate."

"I want, to feel you," she said.

Jacob guided her hand to him; she clasped her hand around his girth her fingers only just reached. He

groaned and closed his eyes.

"Does this please you?" Isabella asked curiously.

"Greatly," Jacob murmured.

"Instruct me how to do it correctly," she moved her hand, as she spoke. Jacob's eyes opened into her

hers which were looking back in all earnest, "Show me how you would like me to touch you."

Jacob placed a hand over hers and squeezed as he moved them both together up and down his length,

he squeezed a little harder as he reached the end. With his other hand he reached over and brought

Isabella into a standing embrace, threading his fingers into the back of her hair.

She took satisfaction at touching him, the way his smooth sheath of skin moved over the hardness, the

shape slid effortlessly in her grasping hand. She thrilled that he grunted and groaned at her touch,

making her feel powerful. His pumping increased as did his breathing; she felt excitement building inside

of her and pulled away from the kiss, needing to see. His eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth

clenched together and his breath came in grunts, he looked so beautiful and erotic, moisture ran

between her own legs. Jacob grunted one final time, his body shuddered and ceased and she watched as

the milky liquid pumped out of his end, landing on her forearm. They both looked down at the white

liquid on her skin.

"Sorry," He said, huskily, then he watched in awe as Isabella dragged two fingers through it feeling the

thick, stickiness before bringing them to her mouth and sucking it off.

Isabella's curiosity was now truly awakened.

A/N; Thanks to all the fantastic readers and reviews, it does mean a lot and you are so encouraging, it is a little scary sharing a story and wondering how it is going to be met, hope you enjoyed this chapter. I haven't forgotten Edward he'll be arriving on the scene very soon, a little more patience please. Xx