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11. Interlude (JPOV of Ch. 9 Night and the Forest)

"For crying out loud, Paul, will you shut it? She's my sister, you stupid dick, I so do not want to know this stuff about her!"

"No worse than the months you've spent year-er-er-ning over little Miss Swan, you dumb fuck. Maybe you'll be able to focus on the job once you actually start drilling her!"

Paul in human form was obnoxious enough. Phased, so that we were in each other's heads, especially after his recent imprint on my sister – and his detailed reminiscences of last night with her – he was almost intolerable. In wolf form, I couldn't even go to my favorite head-place to shut him out: with my Bella. In spite of the physical distance between us, I could hear him as clearly as if he were speaking in my ear, as he could hear me.

Paul and I were running patrol up on the north ridge. Sam didn't ordinarily pair us up, for the obvious, but I had asked for some special considerations schedule-wise because of my plans with Bella. Almost done, another couple hours, and then home, some sleep, clean up and tonight….

Better stop there; dog breath running with me would shower me with more of his bullshit, and not-so-helpful suggestions. Like I needed any help! As if I could think about anything else…there I went again!

Paul wouldn't let up; ignoring my growls and whines of protest he treated me to some more unwelcome details of his and Rachel's antics. Seemingly, my big sister (urgh!) was one never-ending carnival ride of lust.

At one point, curiosity got the better of me. "Jeez, how'd you talk her into that? You are one sick sumbitch, man." I gave a wolfy laugh in spite of myself.

"Dude! It was her idea! I live to serve." The voice in my head wasn't his usual contemptuous jeer; it was - adoring. "You know you'd do the same for your girl if that's what she wanted."

"I guess I never knew the real Rachel," I admitted, "I had no idea she was as whacked as you are." The sex, that had to be it for Rachel: she surely wasn't attracted by Paul's suave, understated charm.

"Whatever melts her butter, brother-in-law." I sensed a feeling of pride in Paul that his mate was so… demanding, and that he was the man to satisfy her. I could see it, and feel it, now that I let myself – I had never wanted to know Paul all that well before. He was, well, completely enchanted by my sister, who had always seemed quite ordinary to me. The mystery of imprinting!

Paul and I went our separate ways at the sentry point after making a quick report to Jared and Embry, the out-going team.

As I approached the village I phased back to human form. At last, I could be alone with my thoughts. I stopped at what I thought of as 'our' clearing to review my preparations. I forced down a stab of anxiety: this just had to go right.

In the thin darkness of false dawn, I gave myself over to anticipation. I looked around carefully and listened for any activity. It was very early and I was far from the hiking trail, but you never knew. I snorted to myself at the thought of unsuspecting hikers coming across a giant, naked Indian wanking in the woods. I could be the start of a new legend. Taking Little Chief firmly in hand, I let my thoughts flow to my girl, her smell, her mouth, Bella in my arms, Bella sighing my name…. What the hell - Bella screaming my name and clawing at my back in ecstasy.

Much relieved, I pulled on my cut-offs and turned toward home.

Bella had certainly surprised me that night when, stammering and blushing so furiously that I could feel the heat from her face, she had told me she wanted to take our relationship further, as she put it. I felt like breaking into a cheesy Hollywood-style Indian war dance. I had been biding my time with her, playing the almost-perfect gentleman, letting her come to me. It had taken practically inhuman self-control not to rush her along – good thing I wasn't entirely human!

I had been delighted at her stumbling admission that she wanted me and then totally astonished as she embarrassedly 'confessed' to being a virgin. She had even apologized. How funny, how Bella!

The times I had taken her in my arms she had been so engaged and passionate, that I had assumed she had more experience than she actually did. It was nice to think that her response was because she wanted me the way I wanted her.

I had figured that she'd done it with the leech – even now that gave me a shudder – at the least. She was beautiful and desirable, although she was so modest that she didn't realize her effect on the male population of the area. Surely some other guy had seen in her what I did.

I would have made myself not care, even about him, so long as she wanted to be with me, but as I told her that night, I was honored. Honored beyond measure that she would choose me. Of course, I knew I wasn't exactly her first choice; but still, I was here and he wasn't. Not to be cocky, but one way or another I would make her forget him.

I hoped it meant what I wanted it to, that she was beginning to feel the same way I did. I knew Bella well enough to be confident that love, or at least something very close to it, would have to come before sex. I hoped. I hoped.

It wasn't like I hadn't been with other girls: I am a guy! Had a few crushes, a few girlfriends and then…. The day she came down to First Beach with a group of kids from the Forks high school and we walked and talked, it had been all over for me. Everybody laughed about teen-age love, but I knew that she was the one; it was like I never really had a choice.

All that long year, after meeting her, I had worked to convince myself of the hopelessness of my feelings for Bella. I had tried to distract myself and had been pleasantly surprised to find that there were girls willing to be that distraction! I always did my best to make it clear that it was only casual on my part, although I knew that once or twice there was the wish for something more. I felt bad about that, really: I knew what it was like to long for something out of your reach.

But all the while there was a feeling of connection, as if a ribbon made of tungsten steel stretched between me, in La Push, to her, in Forks.

That night at her house, when she'd guessed that our situations were different in this matter, I wished for a minute that I had waited for her. She surprised me again with her matter-of-fact acceptance; it was reasonable, she said, even a relief. She never did react to things like any other girl.

There seemed to be no end to the surprises that night. We really hadn't gone that far up to this point and here she was asking me to be her lover. I took her in my arms determined to push a few boundaries, and found that in many ways she was even more inexperienced than I could have imagined. And she wanted me to teach her!

Ah, the sacrifices we make for love….

Her response to me took my breath away. And her amazement at her own response was the most exciting thing I'd ever experienced. At the same time my loathing for the bloodsucker - for being what he was, as well as my resentment of him as a rival for Bella - expanded to contempt. It told me quite a lot about the bastard freak that this incredible girl was actually grateful for attention that was hers by right! Who could claim to love a girl and so completely ignore her needs? What kind of a man was he? Oh, right, he wasn't a man at all!

It was an odd, twisted triumph to me to be able to do things for her and with her that he hadn't cared, or dared, to do. One thing I knew for sure, there was a fire in my girl that matched the wolf in me. It would be my pleasure to introduce Miss Swan to her true self.

It was so tempting to take her that night. It would have been easy to persuade her, she was so hot and aroused. I wanted all of her with my whole being. I also wanted to make sure that our being together was everything she could wish, with no furtiveness or haste about it - and no listening for Charlie to come home early! I intended to make the best of impressions on her; I already had a plan….

Just one of the problems of being a teenager living at home is lack of the necessary privacy for a seduction.

Study question: is it a seduction if the intended asks you to?

In the last several months spent fantasizing about Bella I had pondered this problem with no real results till one day Old Quil was reminiscing about the old, old days and the solution was presented to me. I could build one of those! And I had the perfect helpers already lined up. It was just a matter of waiting, some more, until my girl was ready: I had promised to go at her pace….

Next obstacle: providing a cover story for Charlie. I didn't really think he's take after me with a deer rifle – I knew he liked me and approved of me for Bella – but a legitimate-sounding excuse to keep her over night in La Push would help him at least pretend that he that he didn't know what was going on.

Finally, I enlisted Emily's aid. She was all sympathy; doubtless she'd heard plenty from Sam about my lovelorn state! Her price: to trim my hair. I protested, explaining that I was growing it out from the crop job after my first phase, Bella seemed to prefer it long. Em assured me that she'd take off the minimum.

"Bella will definitely notice, Jake. Girls do. You're taking so much trouble over everything else; you should look your best. She will appreciate it, trust me." So I gave in.

Sunday, as my Bella stepped from that old truck, I was thankful that I had taken Emily's advice about the hair, as well as getting something decent to wear for a change (also on Em's orders). She looked so pretty, in a clingy skirt and little flowered blouse. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her and running off into the forest to our place right then.

I restrained myself, just brushing the back of one finger along her cheekbone down to her jaw, making a little circle around her mouth. She caught my knuckle lightly between her teeth; I felt like I could drown in the brown of her eyes, looking up at me with such desire.

Maybe there was something in that reincarnation stuff after all: I must have done something right in a past life – a dozen past lives - to earn this kind of good fortune.

I'm sure Emily's party was a good one, they always are, but my mind was entirely elsewhere. My eyes were always on my girl. Just waiting for the moment we could decently leave.

I led her away. She stumbled on the trail giving me an excuse to lift her in my arms; I had been wanting to hold her all afternoon. With my heightened senses I could hear her heart speed up, just as mine was doing, and her breathing quicken.

"You're not nervous are you?" She asked, playfully, "You're awfully quiet."

She had no idea. Cool as I was trying to be I actually did have considerable concerns. Not the least of which was that I hadn't been with a girl since Bella had started coming around back in January. Quite a while under any circumstances. Add to that the fact that I had come into my true nature in that period of time: I was so much stronger, and wilder, and bigger. Everywhere.

"It's, oh, you're so tiny, Bells, compared with me. I don't want to be too rough or hurt you, and… I just want you so much." The trust in her eyes forced the admission from me; I felt I owed her an honest answer since she was putting herself in my hands so confidently.

My heart soared as her arms tightened around my neck and she said, with a joyful laugh, "I want you, too, you know! More than anything I can ever remember." Dreams do come true, I decided.

We came to our destination. I set her on her feet and stepped back to watch her reaction. She stood for a moment, her mouth slightly open, studying the tiny shelter in front of us. My stomach twisted with a flare of nervousness, was it good enough for her?

I could see tears in her eyes as she turned her lovely face up to me, exclaiming, "It's beautiful!"

Clearing my throat, I explained the tradition behind what I translated as 'nest', a word that came fairly close. I didn't think she needed to know what the guys had been calling it while we worked on it.

Bella immediately picked up on the involvement of our friends in what she termed 'our little get together'. Silly girl, they knew all about us! Did she think they wouldn't see this as the next, inevitable step? It wasn't like I was asking her to consummate our relationship in the middle of the village! I knew that Bells had had a rather lonely life, she wasn't used to being part of such a tight, all-knowing community. We'd have to work on that: she was a wolf-girl now.

Making light of her embarrassment, I drew her into the nest, that was the best distraction, I figured. Kneeling, I slipped off her shoes (so little!), setting them aside. I pulled her to me gently and cupped her chin in my hands. Taking my time, I kissed her, starting softly, then adding pressure. I slid my tongue between her lips, exploring her mouth as if it were the first time, savoring the moment.

A tiny sound of surrender came from deep in her throat and I moved my lips down to the little hollow between her collarbones, down to the top button of her blouse. She lifted her hands to unfasten it, but I stopped her, saying, " Let me do this." I felt a shiver pass over her as I undid one button at a time, kissing her delicate flesh as it was exposed until I reach the waistband of her skirt. I let the blouse fall to the quilt below.

I paused for a moment to take in the sight of her, standing there in her skirt and bra only. I had to smile at the picture she made. Bella truly had no idea of how beautiful she was to me.

Pulling her close again, I ran the tip of my tongue between her breasts up to the hollow of her shoulder. Her nibs hardened at the touch and I just had to take them each in turn in my mouth, through the soft material.

With a small gasp she undid the bra and slipped it off. She pressed my face to her breasts with her arms, panting as I kissed and suckled the one, my hand teasing and pinching the other. My other hand slid beneath her skirt, stroking up her leg to her ass. With my thumb I drew a line along her slit through her panties, feeling how moist the fabric became at my touch.

It was plain I was getting to her as she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it down my shoulders. Her hands stroked and gripped my back and shoulders as if she had never touched me before.

I looked up at her, her lips were parted, her chest heaving. Acting on impulse, I ducked my head under her skirt, where the scent of her filled my head and my chest as if I had never truly breathed before. The surge of desire I felt in response to her arousal was making it hard to keep this as slow and gentle as I had promised myself.

I kissed the inside of her knee and slowly moved my lips up the satin skin on her inner thigh, ever closer to the source of that intoxicating scent. My senses whirled and I heard her say, shakily, "I have to sit down." She almost fell back to the quilts covering the piled up pine boughs that made our bed. Nice to know I was making an impression.

I took a moment to pull myself together by switching on the tiny LED lights I had set around the walls of the nest. I knew Bella was modest but I really wanted to see everything. My eyes were so enhanced by the wolf gene that even such dim lighting would be sufficient for me without causing my girl any discomfort.

Bella surprised me as I let myself down beside her by reaching almost desperately to unfasten my shorts, then tugging them off, her eyes wandering over my body. I had to swallow hard before I said, "I shouldn't be the only one naked here," as I gently pushed her to lie back. I began slowly inching her skirt down, drawing out the anticipation, again pressing my lips to her as each sliver of skin was revealed.

As I slipped the skirt from under her and tossed it aside, her aroma assailed me again. I brushed my nose over her mound through the satin of her panties. No mere human could imagine the effect on my exponentially heightened sense of smell and I had to struggle with myself to keep from acting on my wolfish nature. This was the reaction I had been worried about, that my animal side would triumph. Slow, steady, gentle, I reminded myself, as I mouthed her treasure through the soft fabric, before seizing the garment with my teeth to pull it away.

Holding myself under tight restraint I lay down beside her, length to length, and slowly, slowly ran my hand down her body, relishing the texture of her skin, smooth as cream. With a little whimper, Bella crushed herself against me. As she ground her hips against the heat of my hard-on, I could hear the wolf inside me rumble its hunger for her.

I kissed her deeply before pulling away to run my hands searchingly down her softness. I clasped her foot and placed a kiss on the instep before sliding her leg over my shoulder. I heard her gasp as I ran my tongue along the inside of her thigh on the way to my goal.

I spread her lips with my hand and probed her cleft with my mouth. She was so silky wet for me. I heard "Oh, Jake!" sigh from her as I played her clit with my tongue. Her breaths came hoarse and insistent as I drove first one finger, then two, into her deeply. She gripped my hair and pressed my face firmly into her split. I felt a growl deep in my chest as I consumed her, savoring her essence; she tasted of sun-warmed tide pools. She cried out her ecstasy and I felt her contract around my fingers. I held her and stroked her as she came back to earth.

Disentangling herself, my girl sat up whispering, "Now, I want to take care of you." She was the most amazing sight, her brown eyes misty with emotion, her chest heaving, the flush of passion over her chest and neck. It was the girl I saw in my fantasies, only better, because she was real and here and looking at me with those eyes….

She brushed my chest with her thick brown hair, and then knelt at my side. Taking the hand that had pleasured her, she drew it slowly over her body to her mouth, where she kissed each finger, then traveled her mouth down my arm to my chest and lower still.

Through slitted eyes I watched her explore me with her tiny hands. I felt an intense tightening in my groin as she ran her tongue around the head of my cock then swirled all down the length. All my imaginings of this couldn't compare to the reality of her soft mouth and hands on Little Chief. I couldn't watch any more. I abandoned myself, almost, to the sensations.

I had to stop her. I was getting too close, it was hard to control myself. "Bells. Stop. Please." I groaned. If I went off now I'd give her whiplash.

"Not good?" She mumbled, her mouth full of me. The vibration of her words and the feel of her breath almost did me in right then. I drew a deep, shuddering breath and let it out with a whoosh as she disengaged.

I pulled her into a deep kiss, murmuring, "For someone who claims not to know what she's doing, that was very…effective." Didn't want her to think I wasn't appreciative. "We'll just take a little break here. Roll over, I'll rub your back."

I stroked and kneaded her smooth skin and delicate bones as I quelled the inner wolf and got command of myself again. I kissed each little knob of her spine down to her sweetly rounded ass. I whispered, "Are you ready, Bells?"

She made the most inviting little moan as she rolled over. I had given considerable thought (aaah!) about what position to take, given the difference in our sizes. I didn't want to smother her!

I knelt between her legs and sat back on my heels, pulling her up on to my thighs. I was almost trembling as I fit my aching hard-on to her tender little pussy. I began to rock slowly into her, into the place made for me. A definite advantage: I could see everything! Her face, her body, my rod entering her….

I could hear her softly exclaiming, "Oh, oh, oh," in time to my movements. Was I hurting her? I thought anxiously.

I stopped, asking, "Are you all right?"

"Ye-e-s?" She whispered, a little uncertainly. Then, almost fiercely, "Yes, it's good, good, go on." She jerked her hips almost impatiently, urging me on. That was all the encouragement I needed. She gave another moan, longer and deeper than before, as I began again.

This time I had no doubt about her wants: her fingers were digging into my thighs, pulling me ever closer to her. I slipped her knee over my arm and her cry was a higher version of my own as I filled her to the hilt. She was so soft, so warm; she fit around me so snugly. I was in heaven!

My wolf snarled at me to plunge into her wildly, but gritting my teeth, I took up a slow, steady rhythm. I cast my mind around for a distraction, not wanting to end this too soon. I thought about building the nest, so soft, so wet…. School starting in a few weeks, go faster…. Charlie's outraged face – definitely not that! Paul's face – even worse! Oh, my Bella….

Bella moved and I felt her little hands on my shoulders, pulling gently. At my questioning look, she gasped out, "Need to – hold you – close to me." I lowered myself to my forearms, whispering, "Put your legs around my waist." Her legs and arms wrapped around me tightly and her hips moved to meet mine as if she couldn't get close enough. Faster, deeper….

Under me, I could hear Bella's breath coming more wildly, her movements becoming uncontrolled. She clenched around me rhythmically, as her tremors spread through her body, I heard her cry out, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" A word she never used.

Hearing her so lost in her pleasure, pleasure that I was giving her, pushed me over the edge. I gave myself up to the joy of finally, finally being with the girl I loved. All the fire that I had been holding so tightly in my gut and my groin spasmed from me in gouts of flame. Instinctively, I threw back my head and howled in triumph and relief.

………

Much, much later that night I woke to a faint sound. Bella was curled up against me, her head pressed against my chest. She sighed soft words, then again, "My Jacob," snuggling deliciously closer, asleep all the while.

I hadn't known it was possible to be this happy.

My Bella.

………

So, what do you think of the little trip through Jake's head…?

I actually had not intended to have a JPOV at this point (the Epilogue will be from Jacob's POV) but this just wouldn't leave me alone!

Chapter 12. Renée

"Mom, Phil, this is my b-boyfriend, Jacob Black." By the flicker of an eyebrow, he let me know that my faltering introduction had not gone unnoticed.