I'm sorry for the long wait, all, but I've been going through some incredibly serious real life stuff recently, and just haven't gotten around to updating. A few things before we get to the chapter;
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Disclaimer: SM owns twilight and all characters depicted herein, except Melz, she's all mine =)
~*WARNING*~
CITRUS CONTENT!
If you are not old enough, or don't want to read a lemon scene, GTFO. This is the first lemon of many, so enjoy!
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The forest peeled away from us as we followed the trail, blazing through the brush at speeds that would make an Italian sports car shit itself. It was amazing that it had taken me this long to place the dark skin tone and hair color of the mutt. I should have smelled the Rez on him from miles away.
Melz had found Jacob's emotional line and traced it back to La Push, a small Native American reservation a short distance from Forks. We had taken the forest, trusting our own superior speed to the conspicuous alternative of one of my family's flashy vehicles.
It was times like this that I actually enjoyed being undead. The speed, the strength, the feeling of absolute calm and certainty when we discovered the means to an end. This was no test, this wasn't running for fun. As I'd told Melz, this was as real as it got. We were going to kill or be killed, to take revenge on the mongrel that had almost done unspeakable things to my new charge. This was the hunt; the only things that mattered in our minds at that moment were following the scent, and knowing when our time would be to strike.
We slowed as we entered the campgrounds of La Push, farther behind enemy lines then we'd ever come before. I could smell wolf all over this place, and I knew I'd be hard pressed to get the stink from my clothes.
Melz stiffened beside me, and I heard the sharp intake of breath as two people entered the clearing where the campfire was beginning to die down. I watched, with morbid curiosity as the two sat on the furthest log from us, close enough to barely see by the campfire's light, and began to talk in whispers so low even I couldn't pick the words up. The only thing ringing in my ears was the sound of the fire popping and the thoughts coming from the male seated across from me. His mind had the same tone, the same flavor, as the mongrel that had stalked my Bella. And it was for good reason.
Jacob Black looked directly at me as he bent to capture the females lips with his own, a triumphant grin on his smug face. It was then that I realized that the female's long brown tresses were the same length, her clothes the same style. The scent that radiated from her was wolf, from being so close to that mongrel. But under the offending stench was something I'd come to rely on, something that no other human on this earth smelled of.
Cocoa and fresh strawberries.
The same feeling that I had the first day I caught her scent hit me, a thousand times more potent, and I staggered back with my hand covering my face. This couldn't be what I was thinking. I had to be jumping to conclusions. A million possibilities crossed through my mind, each one more absurd then the last, and were disregarded just as quickly. I chanced a look back at the two sitting on their makeshift bench, and if I could have been physically sick, I would have.
They were locked in a passionate kiss, her hands in his short black hair, and their tongues dancing for dominance. His eyes were locked on mine, and he thought something directly to me, something he knew only I would hear.
Tonight, she'll be in my bed, bloodsucker. The apple of your eye will be under me, screaming my name as I make her fell the pleasure you never will. And the pain you feel right now, the anguish? THAT is my victory.
I turned and ran.
I ran as if the hounds of hell were after me, exerting every single ounce of my strength and speed, and reaching a velocity that I didn't even know I could. I was the fastest of our little family, not by much, but by enough to leave me standing in my house for sixty-seven full seconds before Melissa came barreling through the door, eyes intent on my face. I spoke without an ounce of emotion in my voice.
"Tell me what emotion she was feeling in his arms. Please, tell me she wasn't happy. Tell me she felt guilt, or sorrow, or horror, or anything. Just please don't tell me she wanted that. Please…"
I searched her face, her eyes, and she finally let out a little puff of air.
"E, for some reason, I can't trace anything in that girl. She was completely closed off to me. What I'm about to say is going to hurt, and I'm sorry for that, but you need to hear it. It doesn't take a mind reader to see what she was feeling. I could feel her happiness. I could see the glow on her skin. She looked to be…truly enjoying herself. I'm sorry, E."
She had edged closer as I broke down in front of her. Agony ripping through my chest as my body tried to find some avenue to release the tears that would no longer fall. I stayed that way, sitting against the wall huddled in Melissa's arms, for almost five hours. We hadn't said a single word. Eventually, I couldn't feel the pain anymore. My body had accepted it, and tuned it out, allowing me to function again. I moved out of Melissa's embrace, standing up and helping to her feet. I hugged her tight, knowing that no one else could have done what she did for me, knowing that she was the best friend I had in this world. And at the same time, knowing that she wouldn't reject me like Bella had.
I looked deep into her amber eyes and did something that I was almost sure would be a mistake; I brought my head down to level with hers, and placed my lips against hers. I marveled at the way she responded to me, kissing me passionately as our arms encircled each other again. I couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't concentrate on anything but the beautiful creature in front of me.
Vaguely, I heard a voice in the back of my mind screaming at me, telling me that she wasn't the one I was supposed to be doing this with, that the only person whose lips should be crushed to mine had chocolate eyes, not amber. I squashed that voice down into the deepest abyss of my soul and ignored it.
My body was crushed to hers to the point where I couldn't tell where one of our bodies ended and the other began, stone-cold marble on stone-cold marble, the sounds coming from her lips being something between a moan and a growl. I drank those sounds down, straight from her mouth into mine. I could not get enough, and I didn't want to. I didn't want to pull away, to stop, or do any of the other eighteen thousand, six hundred and forty-six things my brain was screaming at me to do. I could only revel in the taste of her lips, the way her body molded against mine, and the way the cloth felt as she ripped it from my chest.
Whoa. Now that…was fuck-hot.
Her eyes roamed over the expanse of my chest and I could literally feel her gaze land on the ever-so-obvious proof that her hands and mouth were having the exact reaction she wanted. The only thing I could see in her eyes was pure, unadulterated need. And I was more than happy to fulfill that need.
The next thirty-two seconds was a literal blur as we flitted up the grand staircase and into my bedroom, and she had thrown me backwards onto my bed before I even had a chance to register what she was doing. In a flash, my pants went the way of my shirt, torn off my body and left in rags on the floor.
Fuck the clothes, that was the single hottest thing I had ever seen a woman do. EVER.
She climbed over me, crawling up the length of my body to have our lips clash again, and it was like I was drinking her in from the lips down. She nipped, bit, sucked, and licked her way down my chest, pulling the skin of my toned stomach into her mouth. I groaned, a guttural sound that escaped my lips without my knowledge or care. Fucking Hell, she was going to kill me. And I'd fucking let her, as long as she kept going.
She stopped her journey south as she came to the waistband of my boxers, and rubbed the side of her face up and down my hard length. I had to grab a fistful of her hair and wrench her head up to meet my gaze. My eyes bore into hers, answering the unspoken question on her lips, and she pulled the boxers off of me slowly, relishing every inch of skin that was exposed.
She gasped when my dick was finally freed of its material prison, and lowered her head so that the wave of her hair covered my view. Which didn't fucking matter, because as soon as she took the tip of me into that hot, slick mouth, I threw my head back and fucking snarled.
It felt better than anything I could have imagined. Her lips pursed around my throbbing dick as her hand pumped my shaft. I knew I'd never last if she kept that shit up, so I did the only thing that my lust-ridden brain could think of.
I grabbed hold of her hair in one hand and pulled her up to me, ripping every stitch of clothing off her gorgeous body as I did. She lay naked and panting above me, drowning in the same endless black lake of lust that I had lived with since I had seen Bella. The only difference was; I didn't have to worry about breaking the beautiful woman in front of me, didn't have to worry about hurting her. I could let go, let the monster out, and give Melz what she deserved. A fucking mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm for the history books.
I flipped her, growling, and pinned her to the bed. My mouth claimed her ear, her jaw, her lips, her collarbone, and moved down to capture a nipple in my mouth, and her other breast in my hand. Biting hard enough to mark her, I continued my trek south, giving small bites the entire way until I found the source of all of her desire and lust. The heat coming from between her legs was enough to warm my ice-cold skin, and the scent, oh good Lord, the scent. Cane sugar and lilies. I could follow that scent for miles.
"God, I can fucking taste your scent! I could drink you dry."
Her hips bucked against my hands as I gripped her, keeping her still as I dipped my tongue into her wet folds. Fucking Christ. The sounds she was making were driving me wild, growling and moaning as I continued to make slow circles around her clit with my tongue.
This time, it was her turn to grab fistfuls of my hair and pull my lips to hers, and we kissed with the same intensity as before, as if we were going to eat each other from the mouths down.
Her amber eyes, hooded with lust and need, followed me as I positioned myself to drive into her. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit, teasing her until she made small begging noises. I heard the words "Please" and "Oh, God" an incredible amount, and had to torment her once more.
"Tell me what you want, Melz. Tell me what you want or I swear to Christ I will leave you like this!"
She. Fucking. Snarled.
My eyes lost all amber in a split second. The black of the monster peeking out.
"Fuck me. Fuck me so hard I forget my own name!"
It was what I was waiting for. I drove myself into her so fast and hard it ripped a scream from her mouth and a growl from mine. There was no time to recover, for either of us. I ripped into her, pushing as hard, fast, and deep as I possibly could, and when it wasn't enough, I pulled her into a sitting position, her straddling my lap, and rocked her into oblivion.
Her breaths were coming in faster pants and were getting shallower by the minute. I knew she was close. Picking her up with my hands on her ass, I threw her into the wall, pounding her the rest of the way into bliss and a screaming climax. My own came seconds later, screaming out her name for all to hear.
"BELLA!"
The world froze, and I said the only two words that I could think of.
"Oh, shit."
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Yes, Melz is a real person, yes she does rock my world, and yes, Reviews are better than wall-sex with Edward. Yeah fucking right.
