Hello, Chapter 10. Well, well, well, I am very ecstatic that you guys liked the lemon. You just don't know. Now, I decided to give you another in this one so this is your warning just in case. And I have to say that I love this one so much more than the first one. A lot of you are going to review and ask about the ring and Edward's reaction. Relax and breathe. It's all coming. I promise.

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MorganPOV

Damn Lucas. Damn him to hell and back. He was so sweet. And that sweetness made a part of me downright nauseous. It got even worse when he insisted on walking me home. On our way, it occurred to me that I hadn't ever seen him around the rez. But then again, when I'd been out and about, I hadn't been looking at anyone other than the person I was going home with.

Damn, I didn't deserve Lucas. He was sweet, kind, and firm when needed. I was coarse and a hazard to public health. Me being let out on the streets should be a crime.

When I sighed, he looked over at me. "What?"

I shook my head just as that same damn group of guys came out of the twenty-four hour diner to our right. No doubt they'd known that to get to my place, we had to pass the diner and were waiting for us, hoping that Lucas would walk me home.

I kept walking. He didn't.

"Not one word from you, Zach. Not one."

"Or what? Gonna beat me up? Your little slut could do a better job than you could." The slut comment didn't bother me, because at some level it was true. But what he said next was unacceptable. "You her little bitch now, Lucas?"

Before Lucas could even blink, I was on the guy. Grabbing him by the labels of his old leather jacket, I lifted him up until his feet left the ground. And then brought his face closer to mine. Fear seeped out of him and stung my nose.

"You call me whatever the hell you like, but if you ever say something like that to him again, I will do something with that small tool of yours…and it won't be for sex. Slow and painful are my two favorite pastimes. You should remember that the next time your mouth wants to move before your brain kicks in, 'cause I'm sure that's what happened this time, right?"

When he nodded like a bobble head on the dash of a car going over gravel, I dropped him onto the pavement.

"That's what I thought."

As he scrambled back on his hands and feet to his buddies, I stepped back toward Lucas, who took my hand. Bringing my hand up to his lips, he kissed my knuckles and leaned into me.

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he whispered.

I fought and failed not to blush. Dammit.

"Hey, Lucas. Your girlfriend do the tough stuff for you?" one of the buddies asked as they pulled their fearless leader to his feet.

I glanced up at Lucas, who was grinning. "If it's always as sexy as what she just did, hell yeah." Then his expression turned serious. "But fair warning, you guys better watch yourselves. She's not my bodyguard and I can throw down just as well. Best remember that."

"Ooo, we're so scared."

As they did their cowarding in the shadows, we turned away and started walking again. His hand tightened on mine.

"They will be."

"What?"

"Scared of you. They will be. They'll see the difference in you after you phase. You'll be big with power."

"Will I?" he asked. Surprisingly there was no hint of smugness. He was truly curious. Dammit. I hadn't yet found something that I could hold against him.

I nodded and answered him. "Yeah. It's like, your body will stay the way it is in human form, but the power that will radiate off of you will make you huge to them. And frankly, they should already be scared. You're nearly as big as Jake. He's the biggest of all of us."

He just shrugged. "I'm too nice. They like to nag on me for it."

"Well, whatever the reason, you're a good man, Lucas. You don't deserve to be treated that way." To say what I wanted to, I had to let go of his hand. I was already too attached to him. "Look, about what they said. They're right. I haven't exactly been virginal over the past few…well, ever."

He took a few quick steps to get in front of me and stopped me with hands on my shoulders.

"Listen to me, Morgan. I don't care what they or you say. I like you and I want to further things with you. As long as that stays in your past, I don't care. I just want there to be me in your future and I'm willing to hang tight and ride with you through the speed bumps. Dinner was amazing with you tonight. And my father liked you. Please, don't close this down when it's barely started."

Looking at him, I wanted exactly what he did. But he didn't know me. He didn't know all the hell that had happened to me. He didn't know that the speed bumps were actually impossible mountains.

God help him. And me for falling for it.

The Next Morning

RPOV

Warm. I was so very warm. And as the arms around my waist tensed and squeezed, I knew why. Jacob was wrapped around me, his face buried in the nape of my neck, tickling the skin and hair there.

Trying to stifle a giggle, I gently ran my nails over his forearms where they were tucked up under my breasts. In response, his body woke up, hardening against the back of my thigh while his mouth pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

"Good morning, Jacob," I said deliberately.

"Good morning, gorgeous." His voice was rough and deep, the way it had been last night.

Mmm, last night. In a flood, it all came back to me. What we'd done in this very bed. In response to the memories, my thighs pressed together and I couldn't help the arch against him. He purred into my skin.

Laughing, I rolled over in his arms and found his lips with mine for a very chaste good morning kiss. Luckily, he followed my lead and pulled back before we could get too hot and heavy.

"I love you, Nessie. You know that, don't you?" Despite what his body obviously wanted, those eyes were terribly serious.

I placed my hand on his cheek and stroked my thumb across the bone. "Yeah, I know you do. And not just because of last night. Jacob, I don't want you to think that it was all because of sex."

"Baby, I know. It was because I never bothered to tell you about me, about my past. And it wasn't fair to you."

Sighing, I rested my head over his heart. "I don't want to do the whole 'you're right-no, you're right' crap, Jake, but here's what's going on. You didn't tell me. I freaked out. We both were right and wrong at the same time. And now we're over that speed bump. The road took us to last night, which I wouldn't change for the world. How's that?"

His big hand stroked my hair. "Sounds perfect."

Smiling, I kissed the mark I'd put on his chest. "Good." My eyes lifted to find the mark on his shoulder. It was so much more than a bruise. My teeth had broken the skin and perfect indentions of my teeth were set there. I gently stroked the skin around it. "Are you ok? It's a little rough."

"Ness, I'm fine. A little sore. But the good kind."

We smiled a new special, couple's smile. And shared another kiss.

"Let me get up and a shower so I can make us some breakfast. Your stomach will wake up soon."

He rolled us over so that I was underneath him. Bringing his head down, he nuzzled my neck.

"I think I can get my stomach to agree that we both want you this morning."

I allowed a moment of the nuzzling before pushing him back. Even though I was feeling as good as he was and wanted to be with him again, I knew I was very sore. I'd felt it when he'd rolled us. My inner thighs were tight, as were my hips. And my stomach wasn't thrilled with any sort of bending.

"Jacob, come on. I gotta feed the beast before round two."

He pulled back to search my face as he felt me tense up. "You ok?"

My hands smoothed up his strong muscular arms that caged my body. "Yeah, I'm fine."

After a moment, he rolled to the side, stroking his hand over my stomach. A sly smile worked his lips at the corners. "Well, then, if a round two is coming, I guess we will need some grub."

As his stomach finally let out an agreement, I patted the muscles there with a grin. "How does French toast sound?"

"With bacon?" he asked hopefully leaning into my lips.

I rolled my eyes and kissed him back. "I suppose."

"Mmm, I knew I loved you."

That made me laugh…and almost double over in a massive cramp. Whoa. Had we really been that rough?

"Nessie?"

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I raised my eyebrows. "Hmm?"

"You sure you're ok?"

"Yup."

Sucking in a deep breath, I shoved the blanket off my legs and swung them off the bed. If Jacob knew how much I was hurting, he'd have a freak out. And though we promised not to lie to each other, I couldn't stand the thought of him thinking that he'd actually hurt me, hurt me.

But the thought stopped me. Lying to him? At all? After everything that I've done? No, absolutely not. I had to tell him. He hadn't lied about the massive bite I'd taken out of him. Taking another deep breath, I stood up and turned to him.

"Hey, Jake?"

He was looking down at something on the sheet and placed his hand over it. After a moment he looked up at me. "Yeah?"

"Round two might need to wait a little bit," I said quickly, hoping I didn't make a terrible face at him.

His eyes went wide. "What? Why? Did I hurt you?"

I sighed, and then found inspiration in the words he'd said earlier and smiled. "You didn't hurt me the way you're thinking of. It's just we were a bit rough and, well, even if we'd been gentle, I'm a little sore. Well, a lot sore."

Quickly, he jumped up off the bed and came to me. "What hurts?"

I shrugged. "Just my hips and thighs. Maybe my stomach a little." At that moment, a trickle on the insides of my thighs made me look down. What Jacob had left behind last night was tinged red with blood.

Crap.

And I knew Jacob saw it. A moment later, "Shit, Nessie. How rough was I with you last night?"

I stepped into his body and he wrapped his arms around me. "Jacob, we were both rough and lost in it last night. I don't regret it. And this 'pain' will go away. And a hot shower will help. True, I didn't expect to bleed, but it can happen. I promise you that I'm ok."

We locked eyes. "Show me, Ness. Like you did last night."

Swallowing hard, I opened my connection. I showed him the cramping and the tightness in my muscles. And then I showed him how much I loved it. That it was a good kind of hurt, and that I wanted it to go away as soon as possible so that we could do it again…and maybe a little rougher.

After all that, he took a deep breath. And nodded. "Ok, ok, I'm good." He brought his warm palm up to cover mine. "Thank you."

Another shrug. "You needed to be reassured that you hadn't hurt me. And you didn't. It's just the way bodies work."

"There's blood on the sheets."

"And that's ok. That's natural. Not to mention that I just got off my period not too long ago. It can happen."

"I feel better then."

"Good." Getting up on the tips of my toes, I pressed a kiss to his lips. Our bodies brushed and we both hissed. With a shaky laugh, I pushed away from him. "Let me go take a shower. You pull off the sheets and put some peroxide on the stains."

Before we could get caught up in each other, I rushed into the bathroom. Well, rushed was an overstatement. More like walked quickly with rusty hips. That entire section of my body was screaming. So without turning around for Jacob to see me wince, I closed the door and started the shower, which, thankfully, heated up quickly.

Once I stepped under the spray, I looked down to find something white flaking off my skin. Oh, right. I'd slathered myself in Jacob's release. Biting my lower lip to keep my groan in, I remembered his eyes when he'd watched me do that. The heat in his voice as he'd asked me if I were attached to my panties was hot as hell.

As much as I wanted to get back out there to Jacob, I took my time in the shower. The hot water felt good on my thighs and hips. And I very much wanted a round two with Jake before we went back down to the house even though that would mean another round in the shower as well. Since the shower was big enough, I also stretched a little, and that helped too.

By the time I was done, I was squeaky clean and way less sore. After I squeezed all the water out of my hair that I could, I wrapped that towel around my body and went for the bedroom. I hadn't brought any clothes in with me. Jacob wasn't there, but had been thoughtful enough to leave clothes for me on the now bare mattress.

Quickly, I got dressed, tied my hair up in a knot, and went up the stairs a lot faster than I'd banked on being able to. Jacob's broad back was bent over the sink as he scrubbed the blood stain off the sheet.

Walking up behind him, I slid my hands up around and over his torso and pressed a kiss to his back.

"How's it coming?"

"A little more effort than I thought," he grunted.

Chuckling and kissing him again, I moved to take the sheet from him. "Here, let me do it. You go take a shower. Then, I'll get breakfast together."

He pulled the sheet out of my hand with determination. "No. I helped put it there. I'll clean it up."

"Jacob-," I laughed.

He waved his hand at the fridge. "Work on food. Let me get this."

I sighed, pressed one last kiss to his back, and went to make breakfast. After a minute, it became clear that we were both so involved in our tasks that it was normal for us. That there was no need to strike up a conversation. The rubbing of fabric came from the sink while I mixed stuff in a bowl and heated things up. It was just nice to have him near me.

But, of course it wouldn't last.

He cleared his throat. "So, uh, why wasn't there really any pain last night? You told me you'd tell me later. It's later."

I laughed. "That barrier that you were waiting for is a thin one and can be broken when a woman is active long before she has sex. Years of running with you are probably what broke it."

"So, technically, I still helped to break it."

I turned and found that he was smiling at me. I grinned back. "Yeah, only with less pain."

After I turned back to my task there was the sound of something dragging. Looking behind me, the trail of sheet followed him like a shadow.

"Just gonna put this in the washer."

The sounds of him mixed with the sounds of me until we were back in our silence. Until he came back with another question.

"What happened with your dad?"

I shook my head. "It's nothing, Jake."

He gripped my arm much like he had last night but a little more gently and turned me around.

"No, Nessie. It was something. Leah was beyond pissed off and Alice wouldn't let me in the house. Tell me what happened."

"No's not an answer anymore, huh?" I asked with a puff of a laugh.

He shook his head. "I'm picking my battles on the ones I need to know. And this is one I need to know."

Sighing heavily, I laid my hand on his cheek. "It'll be easier to show you."

So help me, I tried to be as unemotional as I could about it. I really did. But the way my father had looked at me broke my heart all over again as I replayed it for Jacob. I also tried to leave out the fact that my uncles had had to haul him away, but Jacob pressed my hand to his face to keep it going. When I finally managed to wrench away from him, he was shaking.

"How could he-," he started with clenched teeth.

"Jacob, he was right. I just started shit even though I knew that I loved you and that you loved me. Ungrateful is a good word for what I was."

He shook his head. "Ness, it's not the fact that his words may or may not have been right. It's that he got in your face like that. No father should ever scare his child that way. That's unacceptable to me, especially when it's my mate involved. That shit doesn't fly."

Again with the sighing. "Well, fine. You're going to do what you want. All I ask is that you not do whatever you're going to do too bad, okay?"

His jaw clenched. "He'll still be breathing."

"Good. Now go get a shower. I'm almost done."

As I turned away, he surprised me by wrapping his arms around my waist gently and pressing a soft kiss behind my ear.

"I just don't want anything to happen to you. I mean, what'll happen when we get pregnant and he has another episode about God-knows-what? I don't want you in the line of fire. I'm just gonna set him straight about where things stand with you. If there are any misunderstandings, I'll take care of them."

The threat in his voice made me shiver, but the chill was also for the protection. He really would give his life for me. And the threat he posed to my father was the same that he posed to the rest of the world. Anybody hurt me and they were in for a world of pain.

Because that's what his voice held. The promise of pain.

JPOV

The hot water felt amazing on my muscles. Man, we really had worked it out last night. This was how I imagined a good workout in a gym would feel the next day. And for the first time since Nessie and I became a couple, I didn't have a monstrous hard-on. My body and I were completely satiated. And it felt good.

But just the thought that Nessie had been in pain, even though she'd liked it, made me ill. How did the others deal with it? Well, she had looked like she was moving easier upstairs after the shower. And there hadn't been pain in her eyes. Just her body. Thinking back to earlier when she'd showed me the "pain", she'd said it was the good kind of pain, just like I had. Remembering that, my chest eased a little.

And then dread hit me. What the hell was I gonna do if we had a kid? That is not a good kind of pain no matter if we're bringing a child into the world. That pain is pain…or so I've heard. Emily nearly crushed Sam's fingers and had said that maybe one kid was enough just because of the pain.

One day at a time, Jake.

"Oh, god," I said, dropping the soap as another thought hit me. What if she hates me for that?

"Jake? You ok?"

I turned to see Nessie's blurry outline through the glass door. She was standing just inside the door to the bathroom, but I couldn't see her expression. Nothing but her outline was visible.

"Jake?"

Shaking my head and clearing my throat, I said, "Uh, yeah. I'm alright. Just dropped the soap."

"Oh, ok. The sound startled me." She started to turn away.

"Sorry. But hey, I, uh, um…thought of something."

Her blurry form turned back to face me. "What?"

"We didn't use a condom."

There. It was out.

And then a long silence.

"Ness?"

Her sigh mixed with the hiss and steam of the shower as she came to sit on the closed lid of the toilet.

"Jake, I guess the guys didn't tell you."

"Tell me what?" The guys were talking to her? Telling her stuff? Guy stuff?

"Well, I found out from Shelby and she found out from Seth." That made my chest loosen up to let the growl slip away. "The pack, the males, you guys can't use condoms."

Slowly, I opened the shower door and gave her a look. "What?"

She blushed with a little smile. "The males of the pack can't use condoms. The latex would melt with your body heat. And the friction wouldn't help either." And then she frowned. "I guess the females couldn't have their human males use them either. Their body heat is astronomical, too." Her eyes met mine. "Why do you ask?"

I shook my head, my chest easing up. "No reason. It just occurred to me. But in a way, that makes me feel better about that situation."

"Oh, you thought I would get mad at you for not using one?"

I nodded.

Grinning, she shook her head. "Nope. Even if you could, I'm not sure I'd want to."

"You really want those kids, huh?" I asked jogging my eyebrows.

She laughed but then her face grew serious. "It's not just that. I just don't want to worry about precautions. I want what happens to happen. And I just want to be with you." Her chocolate eyes dropped to the tile on the floor and a soft smile played over her lips. "Plus, a baby is a wonderful gift. Especially to those who are in need of that kind of unconditional love."

Shelby. She was talking about Shelby.

"I agree."

As if she'd heard my thoughts and were confirming them, she said, "Shelby thinks she's pregnant. She said that she thinks she was pregnant before she was turned but lost the baby when she was attacked. The miscarriage probably kept her from shifting. And now she hasn't shifted because she's pregnant again. Apparently, Caden agrees with her."

Well, that was news. And it certainly explained the fluttering sound coming from her. The baby, if there was one, was big enough for its heart to race. The thought of another baby around, especially Seth and Shelby's, brought a happy laugh up out of my throat.

"What's so funny?"

"I think Shelby's right."

"How do you mean?"

Scrubbing the last of the shampoo from my hair, I said, "I think I heard the baby's heartbeat."

Silence met that statement.

"Nessie?"

Sliding the glass aside again, I found her staring at the towel in her hands.

"What is it?"

She sighed. "She and Seth wanted us there when they took the test to find out."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah. They were waiting to take it for when we came back…that day."

I turned off the water and leaned back against the wall. "Shit. Are they still waiting on us?"

Those hunched over, delicate shoulders shrugged. "I don't know. She didn't say that they were going to take it anyway. I think she'd tell me, or I would have gotten a text with the results."

When I held my hand out for the towel, she gave it to me and our eyes met. "Well, then I guess we need to get our asses back down there. If they're waiting, it must be killing them to know for sure."

"And we need to apologize for making them wait. And for being royal pains in the ass."

Nodding, I ran the towel over my hair and down my neck. But I felt her eyes on me. I didn't feel the need to cover up the way I would have before last night. We knew each other now, had touched every inch of the other. There was no need to hide. The only thing that put a slight flush to my cheeks was the fact that I was getting hard while her eyes roamed my body. I could almost feel the path they were taking like one of her nails trailing over my skin.

Looking up at her, I knew exactly where her eyes were. Her lips were parted as if she couldn't quite manage to get enough air. As if she felt my eyes on her, hers lifted to meet mine and I immediately hardened all the way and past to the point of pain. In them was a scorching heat that I'd only caught glimpses of over the past months. God, what kind of frustrations had she gone through while I just did myself? I hadn't even thought of her in those moments. I just thought of getting the pressure and tension out of my back, stomach, and those twin weights between my legs.

I heard her swallow. "I-I'll go lay out some clothes for you while you f-finish in here." As she swallowed again, she got up and walked unsteadily out of the room. But even though she was sexually flustered, her hips swayed as she went, her ass swinging in a sensual glide.

A growl that seemed to rise up from the part of me that was dying to get into her made its way up into my chest, used my throat as an elevator, and spilled out through my teeth in a rumble like thunder.

I needed my female under me again. The instinct to take her again pounded through me. This wasn't just about two people losing their virginity to each other. This was about mating, claiming…marking.

With that growl still rumbling in my gut and chest, I followed her into the bedroom. What I found nearly had me coming into the towel. She was standing there next to the bed, her profile to me. One hand was up around her neck, gripping hard as the other moved down her stomach. Her tight jean-clad thighs were rubbing together, making her hips move in an erotic dance. As I watch and grow hard as steel, that hand around her neck moves down toward her breast.

I nearly lost it, but managed to hold myself in check as I strode across the room. She didn't seem to hear me, too caught up in what she was feeling and no doubt remembering. Going around to stand behind her, I gripped her hips roughly and pulled her against me. I hissed and she groaned as her ass pressed into my erection, rubbing it between us. My hips automatically thrust forward against her as she arched back against my body.

I got a clear line of her all the way down over her shoulder. Even through her shirt and bra I could see that her nipples were hard, and my mouth watered, remembering the taste of her.

My hands moved up her ribs roughly, dragging her clothes to hell and back, and cupped her heavy breasts. Thank God she'd taken after Edward's side in the curve department. The soft, heavy swells filled my palms, almost overflowing. Her hands came up to cover mine and squeezed my fingers around her. And then they moved up over my neck, pushing my head down to her. For once, I was thrilled that her hair was up off her neck. Usually, I had to swim through it to get to her skin, but not today.

My lips connected to the spot behind her ear while my hands roamed south, heading for the low rise of her jeans. My fingers dipped down under the denim and her hips pressed harder into me.

"Jake," she breathed as my hands spanned the space between her hip bones and my fingers played over the crease that started at the top of her core.

"Mmm, what do you want?" The words left me on a rumble while I forced my hands to slip further down, touching more of her.

She moved against me and I let out a purr. Again, she was on fire. Soaking wet and slick against my fingers. Silky smooth. The purr that came next vibrated through my lips from her throat as I dipped my forefinger and middle finger into her.

She groaned and I wrapped my teeth around her skin, growling. I let go just long enough to say, "I asked you a question. What do you want?" And then put my teeth to her again.

Her nails dug into the nape of my neck. "Oh, god, Jake. Please. Take me."

I had to take my teeth off of her or risk taking a bite out of her flesh as I growled and thrust my hips hard into her backside.

"How? How do you want me inside you?"

She swallowed hard. "Behind. Take me from behind. Make me yours."

Animal mating. Man, she was on the same page with my instincts. She really was my soul mate.

It killed a part of me to take my hands away from where she wanted them to be, but I had to get her out of those jeans. They were cramping my style. My style being both of us naked with her bent over the bed. With steady fingers that I really hadn't had last night, I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, hooked my thumbs in her panties and pushed them down her smooth thighs. She took over the shucking of her pants while I started on her shirt. I tugged it up over her head while her fingers worked at the clasp of the black bra I'd picked out for her. The color made her skin glow.

As soon as it was down her arms, she flung it somewhere I didn't really care about. And although I loved looking at her gorgeous, curvy body, it didn't look quite right. So I dug through the messy knot on her head to find the elastic. And it took me about two point five seconds to lose my mind before her fingers reached up and did it for me. Slipping the elastic on her wrist, she shook out her long, still damp hair that reached all the way down to the top of her hips.

Now that she was naked, I gripped those hips again and pulled her back against me. Bare skin on bare skin had us both groaning as my erection found a warm spot in the crease of her ass. If I didn't get inside of her soon, I was going to die from the lack of blood flowing to the brain on my shoulders.

Using her hair as a handle, I pulled her back, angled her head and went for her mouth. Her tongue was slick and wet as it dueled with mine for dominance of the kiss. My hands roamed her body, squeezing, rubbing, and scratching as hers shot into my hair and dug at my scalp. When I growled, her ass pressed back, her hips swinging in an arc that got me panting.

In retaliation, I put my hands back down to her core and slipped my fingers back into her, three at a time this time. She gasped then groaned as I started moving them in, out, and around her. My thumb pressed into the top of her core as my other fingers moved. It wasn't long until she was panting against my mouth, her hot breath being pushed past my lips.

"Jacob," she groaned.

"Come for me," I whispered against her lips. "And don't be quiet about it. I want to watch you lose yourself. Come on. Come for me, baby."

She was close. Her breasts pumped fast and faster, stomach undulating against my palm that was still roaming her body. I also knew she was close because she was digging her nails deep into my neck. Her legs started to tremble as little whimpering noises came out of her throat.

Still pumping my fingers into her, I put my lips to her neck and my hand over her breast as the same time. Her body jerked against me as my teeth sank into her neck. A moment later, her nails broke the skin of my neck and her body bucked against me.

"Oh, God!" she yelled out. I kept pumping her through it until she calmed and her body trembled.

She was a sweaty, limp mess in my arms. All liquid, she kept her eyes closed and breathed hard. She was beautiful in her blissed out state. A shot of satisfaction shot through me. I was the one who made her like this. I was the only one who ever would. The knowledge that I could pleasure my mate to this extent made me proud to be her male and stand next to her.

Slowly, once her breathing had evened out more, I slid my fingers out of her. The movement still made her jerk and shiver, but she opened her eyes and smiled up at me.

"You ok?" I asked between the kisses I was putting to her shoulder.

She stroked her fingers through my hair. "Mmm, very much so," she murmured as her eyes latched onto my very soaked fingers. Honestly, my whole hand was soaked.

Those chocolate, heat-filled eyes followed my hand as I brought it to my mouth to lick and suck off the pleasure that I'd caused her body to create. I'd heard about oral sex and had honestly not been too into the thought of it, especially the taste. But some of the mated guys couldn't hold their thoughts together well enough for me not to see that tastes differed. And it was the same with me and Nessie. I loved the taste of her. She tasted of rain, a summer storm. I'd once gone down to California with Billy to meet up with one of his fishing buddies. And a summer storm had come to calm the heat. The rain had been cool on the face. Surprisingly it had tasted fresh, but also a little salty from the ocean. That's what she tasted like. That summer rain.

She undulated against me as she watched me suck her into me. Those eyes got dark with lust again. The hard length of me pounded and jerked against her making her purr again. That was when I realized that I was picking up a scent. It was dark and heady. Again, kind of like that storm. You knew it was going to be a doozy of a storm, but it was a good thing as well.

One word came to mind: Arousal. This was the scent Nessie threw off when she was aroused. And I liked it. She was ready for round two.

"Jacob, take me. I want to feel you behind me, inside me."

Well, she didn't have to ask me twice. Wrapping a hand in her hair to hold her face in my direction, I wrapped my other arm around her waist, picked her up, and positioned her in front of the bed. Her eyes grew hooded when I leaned down to take her lips. Abruptly, I pushed her down to the mattress. Her hands shot out to take her weight and ease herself down. Luckily she was tall as was the bed. She didn't have to crawl up on it for our hips to be able to still meet.

Stepping back to take in the sight of her bent over the bed, I nearly came all over the backs of her thighs. She was gloriously spread before me with her face turned back so she could look at me. Her legs shifted so that she was spread out but flat-footed to keep her balance. By some miracle, her hair parted so that it framed her body and left her back and hips bare.

Planting my hands on her hips, I gripped her tight. I didn't question when my erection met her opening without the help of my hand. I just watched Nessie's face for any discomfort as I started to push into her. Her eyes closed and her fingers gripped the comforter I'd thrown back on the bed. Full lips parted, she sucked in a breath as I kept moving forward without meeting resistance. In fact, I was moving pretty smoothly. But she was still tight, and I wasn't narrow, so I went slowly so her body could accommodate me.

In a matter of inches, I was all the way in, her ass pressed to my hips. The sight alone made me jerk inside of her. With the movement, her spine arched a little.

But the heat of her is what made me pause. She was so hot. The only thing that had ever been warm to me in all the years since I'd first phased. And it felt good. It felt like home, oddly enough. In this erotic moment, with me so far inside of her and our eyes meeting, I felt like I was finally home, that I could finally lean back and take a deep breath of relaxation.

Before I could ask again if she was ok, her eyes opened and met mine. "Move, Jake. Please move."

I stared at her for a heartbeat to try to read her. All I got was pure lust.

So I started to move. In this position, I was somehow able to go deeper than I had last night and I had to adjust so that I wouldn't hurt her. But that was the only thing my mind had control of before my body took over. On the bed, her upper body moved up and back with my thrusts as I drove into. After a few strokes, our bodies started to make a low slapping sound, her ass to my hips.

She closed her eyes again and I slid one of my hands up her spine, pushing her to the mattress. My body and instincts liked her like this. We liked that she was bowed before me, letting me into the most secret part of her body, letting me pleasure her the way no other man or wolf ever would, or could. I was hers. And now, she was mine. My scent was all over her, and now with me having come inside of her last night, inside of her.

My wolf was eased now in thoughts of letting her out of our sight since she had our scent ingrained into her skin. Even though it didn't make sense. Humans couldn't scent things. Duh. But that didn't matter. Instinct was instinct. And right now, my instinct was to come in her again while she was vulnerable to us like this.

The slapping sound steadily became louder and sharper as my thrusts became harder and faster. Our hard breathing mixed and mingled in the sex-scented air. Her legs were quivering from holding her up, so I went back to gripping her hips, letting her know that I'd hold onto her should they give out completely.

My thoughts were dimming in light of the tightness curling up in my stomach and back. The twin weights below were also starting to cinch up tight as her body pulsated around where mine penetrated her, squeezing down as I fought for every delicious, tight inch.

Her breath was punching out of her lungs as I dug my fingers into her flesh. The sound mingled with the ever increasing crescendo of the slapping of skin on skin, flesh on flesh. My body was on autopilot as the mattress shook underneath her, the bed frame squeaking as it got jolted around.

Again, I knew when she was about to come. Her breathing became more erratic and her hands shot back to grip my wrists, nails digging into my flesh. Already I knew that she would want to bleed me in some way every time she orgasmed. And her body clamped down on mine, her muscles contracting to keep me inside.

In the blink of an eye, her grip on my wrists tightened and she pulled herself back against my body, holding herself to me. Her body convulsed and firmly gripped mine.

"Jacob!"

"Fuck, Nessie!"

The orgasm caught me hard, slamming through my body and nailed me in the back. My hips arched into hers and my release jerked into her. It seemed to go on forever as her body milked mine. My ass tightened as another orgasm hit me when she moaned my name again.

Damn, the fact that I was the one she was calling out for just flat out did it for me. Her body milked me and I was happy to oblige. Hot jets went into her, filling her up. Even after she'd let go of my forearms and had fallen to the bed, I kept my grip on her hips and pressed one last thrust into her.

"Yes, Jacob," she breathed. "Take me."

And I did. The orgasms just kept coming as her muscles contracted over and over again. And eventually, she regained enough strength to orgasm again herself. She writhed beneath me on the bed, still pushing her body back to mine.

Leaning over her, I slid my palms down over her ass, squeezed for a brief moment, and went around to the tops of her thighs, holding her against me. My hips started moving again, but not as far out. It took me a moment to realize that my hips were moving in a circular motion which made the flesh inside of Nessie make circles as well, still coaxing an orgasm out of her.

"Nessie," I groaned, practically sprawling on top of her as I pressed further into her.

Those little whimpering noises came again. Another giant orgasm was coming for her. On a sudden impulse, I moved my fingers over a little and found the nub at the top of her sex, the one my thumb usually took residence over.

A couple of strokes and a scream left her. It was a rough sort of gasp sound that had power to it as she convulsed again underneath me. Her orgasm brought on another for me, the alpha male in me wanting to keep up with her and pleasure her at the same time. My orgasming with her would help make hers better. Again, I filled her up as my whole body went rigid, the muscles tightening.

Once she went still under me, my body seemed to understand that we were drained, literally. If I'd thought she was liquid before, it was nothing compared to what she was now. She was utterly boneless as I collapsed on top of her. On my way down to the bed, I wrapped my arms around her and managed to turn myself around so that I was on my side and she was pressed to my chest.

Moving her hair out of the way, I brushed my lips against the skin of her shoulders.

"We're going to need another shower," she croaked.

I laughed. "Yeah, I think you're right."

She snuggled back into my chest, hugging my arms to her. "Well, whoever can walk first can have the first one."

"I take it you can't?"

She shook her head. "Are you kidding? I feel like a wet noodle. A well-cooked wet noodle."

I ran my lips over her skin gently, placing kisses here and there. "Is that a compliment?"

Nessie turned so that she could press a kiss to my jaw and smiled at me. "Absolutely. That was amazing, Jake." She snuggled up to me again, wiggling her hips a little. "I love being yours. I loved it when you took me like that just now."

A little growl came out of me. "Well, then we'll have to do it again."

"Mmm, can't wait."

"Me either."

RPOV

Lying here with Jacob was the most perfect handful of heartbeats I'd ever had so far. We were so close and connected that I finally felt a sense of completion with myself, with who I was, who I wanted to be. And slowly, feeling started to come back into my legs. My hips were sore again, but this time from where he'd gripped them to hold on. There was also a new sting from where our bodies had slapped together. But it was still amazing. I loved every ache I had.

Rubbing his arms where they wrapped around me, I felt something odd. Looking down, I saw little half-moon indentions in his skin. Most of them were filled with blood.

"Jacob, are you ok?"

He seemed to know what I was talking about. "Yeah, Nessie." He kissed my shoulder. "Like I said, it's a good hurt. And that's how I know when you're about to come."

A furious blush raced across my face, but I said, "What do you mean?"

A deep chuckle came out of him. It was a proud, smug sound. "You tighten your hold and break the skin when you orgasm. But it's ok. I like it."

At that moment, his stomach let out a furious grumble, which made us both laugh. Until mine joined in. Damn, we hadn't eaten. Well, it might still be warm. Before I could snuggle down and go back to sleep, I wriggled out of his arms and went for the bathroom. What Jacob had pumped into me had to come out, so I waited and did a little jig to help it along. When it did, I took pride as I watched the white liquid seep down my thighs. There was a lot more of it this time around than there had been from last night. And I took it as a good thing as I cleaned myself up. I really didn't want to, but knew I had to. Plus, there'd be other times. Lots of them.

Once I was done with myself, I took a wet washcloth out to Jake, who was still lounging on the bed, and then went for the closet that had two robes. One was a deep purple for me. The other was black and huge for Jacob.

"You know," he drawled from the bed. "If you can walk this soon after, then I must not be doing my job well enough."

Laughing, I tied the sash around my waist and then crawled up over him so that my knees were on either side of his legs and my hands were planted into the mattress at his shoulders.

"You did a damn fine job and you know it. This time, though, you really were the one doing all the work. You held me up. I had more time to recover." Leaning in, I pressed a kiss to his lips. "I love you, Jacob Black. And you were perfect."

He returned the kiss and pressed a hand over my heart under the robe. "I love you, too, Nessie. And you felt perfect, too."

We grinned at each other before I crawled off the bed and went for the stairs. I didn't turn when I heard Jacob slide off the bed. If I saw him naked again, we weren't going to leave this damn cabin. Not that that would be a bad thing. But I knew that people were waiting for us. The real world was holding its breath for us to go back down to the big Cullen house and deal with the things that needed to be dealt with.

"Why don't you take a shower, Jake? I'm gonna reheat breakfast."

I saw him nod in my peripheral vision. "Good idea."

He ducked into the bathroom and I went for the stairs again. Breakfast wasn't ruined. It was still warm, partly because I'd shoved it all into the oven at the lowest heat setting before I'd gone to check on Jake.

Him taking another shower gave me time to get the bacon done. That had been the one thing I hadn't yet done. By the time he came back up, everything was ready and set out on the table.

He kissed my forehead and sat down. "Looks delicious, baby. Thank you."

"Anything for you, Jacob."

We smiled that special couple's smile over our plates. I ran my foot up and down the jeans he'd put on as we ate. He reached over and took the end of one of my curls between his fingers so he could tug at it. Man, this was great. We were back to our comfortable company silences. The kind that he'd had long before we'd ever actually gotten together. Except now, we knew knew each other, in every way. And it was nice. No embarrassment now. We'd made love. He knew I was naked under this robe. He'd touched every inch of my body, those big hands played over my skin. And now that it had happened, I realized that I was now comfortable with myself because of his acceptance of me. I'd been scared that he might have found something he didn't like. He'd been in love with my mother, and my body was very different from hers.

"You are different from her," he said in a low voice, making me jump. "And I love every single part of you."

I'd been projecting again, but that was ok. He didn't want me to hide anymore. And there was no reason to. We were ok now.

And I was determined to make sure that we stayed that way.

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