Chapter 9: Scrabble and Other Smut
Well tonight was odd, Jacob's annoying imprint behavior was expected, but the other two were not acting normal. Well, as normal as could be expected for what they were. For example, Nessie really wasn't the spoiled whiny brat I expected; she was hyper, but that was about it. Nahuel was quiet… so quiet it worried me. I kept picking at him hoping to lighten his mood. I assumed he was too pissed to be social. He and Jacob both didn't seem thrilled by the others presence, and Jacob openly glared at Nahuel, which made me want to smack across the face. Even though he was my alpha and I was supposed to help and protect him, I couldn't save him from his own stupidity.
Anyway, even though Nessie was hyper all evening after playing four rounds of Scrabble, she was the first to drop, and as soon as she crashed Jacob followed. He conked out right on the floor beside her bed, snoring loudly all the while.
"And then there were two." I murmured and sighed as I looked at my alpha sprawled out on the floor.
"Indeed," Nahuel whispered as he finished placing all the pieces to the game back in the box. He set it back in the top of the closet; officially ending the kid's little slumber party. It was a shame her rapid growth kept her out normal schools, the girl was funny and witty. She would have been popular.
Nahuel, on the other hand, was too reserved and his silence this evening had begun to piss me off.
"So what's next, bloodsucka?" I asked playfully as I followed him out of Nessie's room.
"You could learn my name … that could be what you do next!" He snapped a little, I ignored his little outburst, but the expression he was wearing was too damn depressing.
"Dude?" I went to touch him and he jerked away from me like he thought me disgusting. Maybe I had the cause of his disposition all wrong. Maybe I had pissed him off. "Nahuel … did I offend you or something?" I softened my tone. I hated to admit it, but I was actually hurt by his withdrawal from me.
"No," his said bluntly. I stood in the middle of the hallway with him waiting for an explanation. When he remained quiet I snapped.
"What the hell is your deal?" I yelled and he immediately covered my mouth with his hand as I began to rant. I was shocked by his rapid movement and his sudden proximity to me. I continued to bitch, but it sounded like nonsense under the confinement of his hand.
"Will you please lower your voice?" He murmured in a low manner. The tone of his voice sent a chill down my spine. I definitely wasn't scared … I didn't know what I was feeling. All I knew was that my heart was racing, and I wasn't exactly sure what he was about to do. His eyes were so cold, but they warmed as he lowered his hand from my mouth. Normally, I would've cussed somebody out for trying to silence me, but my mind was too wrapped around figuring out his behavior to be nasty.
"Are you going to talk to me or what?" I spoke calmly like he requested. How pathetic was I becoming? I was practically begging this leech to talk to me when I should have just carried my ass home, despite Jacob's stupid request.
"I'm not angry," he sighed, "But I am a little thirsty, it makes it difficult to talk. It also makes me irritable. If you had let me go on my way when you came we wouldn't be having this problem." He clenched his fists. Something told me that he wasn't being completely honest, but if that's what he wanted me to believe, I would pretend to buy it. At least he was talking.
"So are you headed out?" I asked, leaving out the details in regards to what he needed to do. Even though I called him a leech constantly, I never envisioned him harming anything until now.
"I'm afraid so," he sighed awkwardly, "Did you want to accompany me?" He asked as an afterthought.
"Hell no!" I laughed "I don't want you to mistake me for food … again!" This time he at least attempted a fake smile.
"Very well then," he looked towards a vacant room. "Alice and Rosalie made up a room for you. You should rest; you have class tomorrow." I nodded and headed towards the room. I turned back to say goodnight, but he was gone.
"Damned leech," I murmured to no one. I looked around the room that was way too fancy for my taste. I looked at the clothes they had left on the foot of the bed for me. They were cute enough but as hospitable as the Cullens were trying to be they had forgotten about pajamas. I hated sleeping in my clothes it just made me feel confined. That's why I personally preferred nightgowns, much more freedom than a two piece set.
I thought about my options, I could go find one of the lady leeches and ask them if they had a nightgown or something. Then there was the fact that their clothing probably stunk to high hell with their odor. The clothes and this whole room for that matter had been aired out. I thought it was a little funny that they accommodated me when they should be offended by my disgust.
Anyway, back to my problem. "Nahuel's room." I smirked to myself, feeling clever. Every guy I knew had an old, oversized t-shirt. It must have been in the male handbook, somewhere after how to treat a girl like shit. I crept out of the guest room and used my nose to find the room Nahuel had been using as his own. His room was really clean. That didn't surprise me with how proper he was, he saw himself as a guest and wouldn't dare mess up the Cullen's home. I laughed as I went through his drawers until I finally found what I was after: it was a simple black shirt. "Perfect," I whispered as I closed his door, undressed myself, and slid into his t-shirt. In hindsight I don't know why I didn't take the shirt back to the guest room. I guess I actually felt more comfortable in his room. Plus, with him doing his vampire thing it gave me the opportunity to snoop on the one vampire I actually like being around. I rifled through his closet and looked at some of his pictures of him and his aunt and then I found the library book he was reading.
"The Confessions of a Beloved Murderer?" I laughed at the title. I read the back of the book, it sounded kind of interesting and a little naughty. I wondered what made Nahuel pick this book up as I curled up on his bed and started reading.
The book started off as expected, with the murderer, a woman, being interviewed from prison and she told the story of her life. It wasn't until about the middle of the book did it start getting smutty.
He gripped me by the shoulders and forced me onto the bed. I tried to pretend that I didn't want him but he knew better, he ripped my panties off and turned me over to my stomach. He entered me roughly from behind, not caring that it was my first time. He gave me no tender touches.
"Damn," I murmured groggily and yawned as I continued to read. I don't know exactly when I stopped reading, but I do remember being so tired that I couldn't make my way back to the guest room. I closed my eyes and surrendered to sleep.
The next thing I remember are two warm hands traveling up my thighs and under the shirt I was using as a night gown. I felt his hands as they traveled past my panties and along my ribcage. He removed the shirt in one smooth motion and continued to caress some of the more tender parts of my body. Even though I was exhausted I could feel myself getting hot and the new moisture in between my legs. I clenched my thighs together and tried not to squirm. I panted helplessly as he slowly licked and sucked on my neck. All the while his hands continued to move, they eventually ended up at the clasps of my bra, which he undid with ease. He lowered my bra straps slowly exposing my breasts. He squeezed both gently and let out an inward groan. I could feel his hard on brushing against my inner thigh. I could also now feel his hot wet tongue as if danced against my nipple. A moan slipped from my lips and I buried my hands in his hair. "Nahuel," I whispered.
"Leah, Leah!" I don't why but it seemed his voice was getting louder yet further away. "LEAH!" He yelled as he shook me by the shoulder now waking me from my apparent dream. I was completely thrown, I thought it was all real. I never had a dream like that before. Usually when I dreamt I knew I was dreaming. More importantly it was the first dream I'd had about a vampire and I really wished it had been a nightmare. "What are you doing in my room?" He arched his eyebrow at me as he pulled his book from my hands and placed it back on the top of the dresser.
"Sleeping," I sat upright and stretched. "Well I was until some big meanie leech came and woke me up!" I smirked a little. I was trying to act normal, but this was weird. Where the hell did that dream come from? Yeah Nahuel is … he's a vampire so saying that he's hot is an understatement, but I don't like him … I don't want him. Do I? I ruffled my hand through my curls as I relived the events of the dream. I wondered if being with him could be that amazing. I mean with size twelve shoes it couldn't be bad.
"I'm not mean," he countered, "you're intruding on my privacy and snooping through my things. I should consider you mean." He barely offered me a look, but one glance he did give was in the direction of my legs, which I had been told by many were my best feature.
"I'm not mean, I'm nosy," I corrected him as I got up and reclaimed possession over the book. "I didn't know you were a pervert, Nahuel. This book is kind of smutty." I teased.
"I thought it was a mystery, and it is, but you're right. It is a bit vulgar." He smiled a little as I toyed with the book.
"Do you like it?" I murmured I didn't look up to read his face.
"Huh? Oh the book, it has interesting qualities." I deemed it okay to look up at him; I figured I should so that he wouldn't think I was being funny or anything. "Did you enjoy it?"
"I didn't finish it, but it's not bad. I've read better smut though," I teased and we both laughed. Once the laughter silenced and I realized that we both were standing so close in a dimly lit room alone, urges took the forefront of my mind. I couldn't stop myself from staring at his lips and wanting them to connect with mine. In another world it would have been okay for me to act on this impulse, but since my reality is fantasy and because he wasn't just a man and I wasn't just a woman, I couldn't lower his mouth to mine.
"I should go; you're probably beat after murdering all the poor defenseless deer in the area," I chuckled as I made my way to the door.
"Leah," he called me and I turned around, not expecting him to be as close as he was. "don't forget your clothes." He handed me my jean shorts and tank top. Our eyes locked and I desperately tried to break the spell I was now under. He blinked and released me from the delicious hell that was his eyes, and I ran back to the guest room, slamming the door behind me.
"Shit!" I whispered viciously. I want to fuck a leech!
Author's Note: Yay! So I finished another one. Very Carefully liked this one I hope you all do too! I don't want anyone to hate Jacob. I'm personally a big fan of him in the series, I really wished he didn't imprint though. I wished that he could've just fallen in love with Renesmee in the future. Anyway, I took the playfully out a little bit and tried to add a little sex. I hope you don't mind lol! The next two chapters will be fun! As always please read and review. No flames!
