Rule Twenty-Five: Being in love is a feeling, a phrase, a look, and a touch. It's something that'll make or break a person, but for a shifter it's the ultimate goal of imprinting. Being in love and being loved in return is what an imprinted shifter strives for. It's the beginning of the rest of their lives.
Last Chapter…
The other teenager was silent for a moment, his thoughts wibbling back and forth over what he thought impossible and possible until he looked at his imprint. His eyes were fierce, but so afraid. "Do you love me?" He asked in a small, pleading voice.
Edward froze at Jacob's soft question and he found himself at a loss for words though he could not understand why. He knew how he felt. He had known it for awhile now. But he still couldn't say it and every minute he spent trying was a minute more Jacob doubted him. He could hear the teen's building panic in his thoughts, he could hear his frantic heartbeat, but the thing that pushed him over was smelling the salt of his tears.
He simply reacted after that. He allowed his instincts to guide him and his instincts were telling him to show Jacob what he could not say. Edward leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jacob's, both hands cupping the shifter's cheeks as his thumbs stroked the heated flesh.
As they kissed Edward's feelings for Jacob boiled in the pit of his stomach, building up and filling him with a heated desire. He realized, quite suddenly, that a kiss would not suffice. Jacob needed more and he, well, he needed more as well. Edward wasn't ready to give him everything, not yet, but he could certainly give him something.
Without breaking the kiss he nudged the teen back against the bed. He turned his hips until his knee rested against the mattress and he was looming over his wolf. His wolf. He liked the sound of that. It touched some possessive part of him and sparked something deep inside of him.
Once again he was struck by how badly he wanted the teenager beneath him and tonight he would quell some of that want. Edward moaned against the shifter's lips at the feeling of Jacob's fingers threading through his hair, holding his head steady as they kissed. He shifted again, this time straddling Jacob's hips, and the kiss was broken when he pressed his hips against the teenager's.
Jacob's groan of pleasure was like music to his ears, sweeter than anything he had ever heard, as he moved his hips again. His hands left the shifter's cheeks and grasped the sheets on either side of Jacob's head before leaning down to his ear. "You want to know if I love you?" He whispered softly, his lips brushing against Jacob's ear as he spoke, causing the younger to shiver, his eyes becoming half lidded.
He fell silent as he took Jacob's hands and pinned them to the bed with his own. Edward gazed down at the flushed shifter, smiling at the way his eyes shined in the dark, his hips still moving in a slow, torturous motion. "Jacob, I…" he started softly, leaning down until their noses touched and their lips brushed together. "…can't live without you. You are my life as much as I am yours. If that's not love, then I don't know what is."
Edward thought that the younger teenager might've gasped in surprise, but then again, he couldn't be sure because at that moment he had stolen Jacob's lips in another kiss and he poured all that he felt for Jacob-the love, the desire, the burning passion-into that kiss.
His world narrowed to the single, constant thought that ran through Jacob's mind; He loves me. Yes. He did. More than he could've ever imagined. It happened so suddenly, but so perfectly. It was unimaginable, but it was fate. It was destiny. Jacob was his eternity.
And, right now, Jacob was eagerly arching into his hips and he could feel the other's hardened length rubbing against his thigh. It reminded him about what happened earlier and those feelings, that desire, rushed back to him. Now it was his own gasp lost to the kiss, his own cock hardening in his pants as his tongue tangled with Jacob's.
How he wanted him, oh how he wanted him.
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He clung to Edward, his nails digging into the marble skin of his scalp before he untangled his fingers from the vampire's hair, his hands grasping at his shoulders now as he arched his hips and bucked into Edward's leg, pressed between his legs. It felt like he was drowning, the air literally sucked from his lungs as Edward kissed him with such passion.
The kiss was suddenly broken, though Edward's lips did not leave his skin. They trailed across his cheek before he gently nipped (gently because he was so afraid to break skin) at his jaw bone, then his tongue ran a trail from his ear to his collarbone.
Jacob panted heavily, glancing up at his imprint as Edward looked down at him. "Y-you…" he started, but a chaste kissed stopped him, a chaste reassuring kiss pressed to his own lips that stopped his thoughts cold. …he doesn't…doesn't have to…want him so bad, but doesn't have to…
"I want this," Edward murmured softly against his lips, his hands grasping the younger's hips. "I want you even though I cannot give you my whole self yet." His fingers slid beneath the hem of his sleeping pants and caressed his hip, his touch was innocent, but strangely erotic. "But I can give you this."
His body shook at the vampire's soft words and he closed his eyes in disbelief. This was really happening. It wasn't a dream, but reality. The cold touch of Edward's hands were real against his skin, his cold clashing deliciously with his own heat, as the vampire pulled his pants down. This was real. Real.
"Of course it's real," Edward said softly in response to his thoughts, his gaze shifting to the erection he had just uncovered and Jacob could feel his imprint's hands trembling as they rested against the naked skin of his thighs. While Edward was determined to give him this little bit, he was still nervous. "But the desire to have you," he remarked softly, once again replying to Jacob's thoughts, "Is stronger than my nerves."
Jacob's eyes flickered up to Edward's and, for a moment, he was caught in the vampire's buttered golden gaze. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable," he replied softly. He wanted this, yes, but not at the expense of an awkwardness developing between them because Edward wasn't ready.
The vampire shifted, his hands moving to Jacob's hips, gripping them before he pulled the shifter's body closer to him. He could feel Edward's knees pressed against his lower back as the vampire's eyes bore down on him. "If I wasn't ready we wouldn't have gotten this far," Edward pointed out and his voice was still so soft in the dark room, barely above a whisper as his hands started moving again, caressing his hips and then his inner thigh.
The gentle, teasing caresses made him shiver as though they tickled, but the slight touches didn't. His body welled with anticipation as Edward's hands drew closer and closer to his aching need, but the build-up was slow, torturous. His hands fisted the sheets as he chewed on his bottom lip, desperately holding back the pleading whimper that threatened to escape as his imprint's lips curved into a thin, seductive smirk.
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Edward knew what he was doing, he knew his effect over the younger teenager and he liked the feeling it gave him. The arousing, egotistical feeling of knowing that he was the only one who could do this to Jacob. That he'd be the only one who ever could. It made his desire spike and his lust rise. His hands moved, this time with a purpose, no longer teasing as his cold fingers wrapped around Jacob's erection.
He watched in muted amazement as Jacob's hips arched into his hand, his lips parted and the softest moan left them, but Edward wanted more. He needed to hear more. Idly he wondered just how loud Jacob could be. His hand moved in an upwards stroke and Jacob's eyes fluttered closed and his head turned to the side, baring his neck in a unconscious act of submission.
The vampire paused in his ministrations to lean forward, his lips latching onto the offered skin and sucking at it, leaving a mark for however long it'd last with Jacob's accelerated healing. As he sucked and nipped at the skin, Jacob's moans got a little louder as his hips continued bucking into his hand. Then his teeth scraped the reddened skin and Jacob cried out in pleasure.
Edward felt the first drops of precome against the pad of his thumb as he teased the head of Jacob's erection. He pulled away from Jacob's neck to watch him with a note of fascination in his eyes. The young shifter was the picture of beauty, though he knew Jacob wouldn't appreciate hearing that, but it was alright, Edward could still think it.
He continued moving his hand, working towards the single minded purpose of getting the young shifter off. All the while he listened intently to Jacob's broken thoughts, amazed that he still retained a somewhat coherent thought process. He wanted to break that thought process…he wanted to hear nothing but the static silence of Jacob's mind…
…feels so good…want him to feel it too…need him to feel this good…
But not right now.
Jacob's thoughts spurred him on instead. He slowed down until Jacob's eyes opened and he was met with the teen's fiery, questioning gaze. "Touch me," Edward requested softly, his lips curving into a grin as Jacob's eyes widened. "Touch me like I'm touching you."
Oh my God…
It was just a whisper of a thought as Jacob pushed himself up, his eyes were dark with desire and lust, all directed at him. His hand slowed to a stop, but Jacob didn't seem to notice or mind that much as his hands went to Edward's collar, bunching in the fabric before he pulled the vampire to him, catching his lips in a heated kiss.
Jacob's fingers fumbled over the tiny buttons on his shirt and, eventually, the teenager just gave up and grew impatient with trying before he simply tore the shirt open much to Edward's amusement. His large, warm hands rested against his abdomen and for a moment, they didn't move.
The heat of Jacob's hand blended so well with the cold of his own skin. It was a surprising effect, a delicious sensation, and easily addictive…almost as addictive as kissing the shifter was. As they kissed, Edward realized that Jacob was just as amazed as he was by their contrasting temperatures and that was why his hands hadn't moved.
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Jacob could hardly believe his luck. He could hardly believe what was happening as he finally slid his hands along the fine lines of muscle on Edward's stomach. His touch was light and teasing, though he didn't mean it to be. He wasn't sure how to touch Edward and, because of that, he was running purely on instinct. But instinct seemed to serve him well as Edward's body shivered underneath his fingertips. The reaction gave him a little comfort, knowing that Edward was at least enjoying it.
Their tongues battled and tangled with one another's in a dance of dominance. Neither seemed to want to give it up, but one would and he knew it. Jacob knew it. Though he was an alpha male at heart, this was his mate and Edward demanded dominance. He realized that giving up his dominance to Edward didn't bother him as much as he thought it would as Edward took over the kiss, trapping his tongue in his mouth and sucking on it lightly, making the younger groan in pleasure.
Edward's pants were unbuttoned with less difficulty than his shirt had been (something which Jacob noted pleasantly in his mind) before his hand finally sought out his imprint's erection, bypassing his boxers and immediately wrapping around the organ, the sudden movement making the vampire arch into his hand and groan into their kiss.
As he moved his hand, stroking Edward's erection, his other hand wrapped around Edward's wrist and guided it back to his own aching need. He broke the kiss at that time and panting heavily he beckoned his lover to touch him again, moaning softly when the vampire's hand returned to his cock. "Yes," he hissed softly, his head tipping back and his eyes fluttering closed as Edward leaned forward and his lips found the dark hickey that was already fading away.
Their hands moved in unison, the only difference being the pressure they exerting on one another, each realizing what worked better for the other. The buildup was fast for both of them, Jacob having already been close to the edge and Edward having been worked there from pleasuring Jacob.
"Stop holding back," Edward growled in his ear as he moved his hand faster, obviously working the teenager to his release and his words seemed to do the trick because Jacob's hips arched and with a whispered moan of his imprint's name, his seed spilled over the vampire's hand.
He sagged against Edward, staring down between them as he continued stroking his vampire's erection, harder and faster, his thumb brushing over the leaking head, spreading the precome around the tip and then, suddenly, with a loud gasp Edward found his release as well.
Jacob panted heavily, resting his forehead on Edward's shoulder as the vampire pressed feather light kisses to his neck before he reached his ear. Teasingly he nibbled on the shifter's ear before whispering softly, "So I'm your vampire now?"
