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Well, here is another chapter, it's a lot less violent than the last two, I promise. Our boys still have a long journey ahead of them, they might be mythical creatures, but their love is real and not influenced by magic. There is too much bad blood between them and they need to grow, forgive and forget, but that will take time.
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Chapter 21 Taming Seth
Seth POV
I woke up, and immediately I'm brought out of my slumber by a light throbbing pain in my head. Looking around I silently wished everything had been a nightmare and I was at home in my own bed, but that was not the case. How long was I sleeping? I had no idea. I dragged my eyes to a tiny ray of light peeking through a gap between the window and the curtain; it was painfully clear where I was, the condom room. Last night had not been a nightmare; it was a painful reality, one that I will never escape from. I could smell Jacob's scent mixed with my own and the metallic scent of my blood on the bed, this made my stomach churn.
As I sat up on the bed I groaned at the dull pain I felt all over my body. My arms where covered in yellowish-purple bruises, that already looked like they were three or four days old. I brought my hands up to my face, my whole face hurt; I couldn't even begin to guess how I looked right now. I ran my fingers over my eyebrow where I remembered Jake's strike produced a gash that bled considerably. It felt like it was healing, but was still very tender; my nose was still swollen, apparently taking a little bit longer to heal. But most of all, my heart and my soul were hurting.
My biggest fear became a reality, I was Jacob's prisoner. He felt I was his property and was planning to use me as much as my body would allow without breaking. I still couldn't believe he didn't rape me last night, how he was able to stop will always baffle me. I was just grateful for this small amount of self control and for my wolf. Her help was invaluable, I was sure that without her counsel, Jake would still be on top of me.
You're welcome Seth, but don't sell yourself short, you were pretty awesome. You were able to resist when not even I could.
"It's easy to resist when you hate the other person as much as I hate Jacob." I answered bitterly.
Seth, this has nothing to do with love or hate. When it comes to you, his wolf is a true monster. I wish you could've heard him last night. The way he was taunting and leading Jacob was primal, animalistic, pure torture. His wolf demanded your body, demanded to be appeased for the three months it had to wait.
For a split second I understood and felt sorry for Jacob, but it was short lived as I remembered how he hit me last night and my anger flourished again.
"But it was not the wolf's fist I felt on my face, it was Jacob's." I felt a growl rumble in my chest caused by the feeling of impotence and weakness at not being able to defend my family or myself against the sadistic alpha.
Seth, you are making me lose my patience; is perplexing how you can be so self-centered. You have no idea the amount of restraint and self control Jacob had to use to resist doing what he is destined to do, what he had been dreaming about for the last three months. The strength he had to use to will his wolf to step down was unreal.
"I know, I'm not completely ignorant, it's just hard to accept that he may have redeemed himself a little at the end. The real test is going to be to see how long will his resolve last."
Even if it only lasts a day Seth, it is more than any of us expected. You are set on finding fault with absolutely everything he does, right?
"I just hate him and that makes me see everything he does on a negative light. What I don't know, is what to do now. I need to buy my behind a little more time, at least until I can escape. Can you help me?"
You are not seriously thinking about escaping, are you? I could feel the concern of my wolf.
"Of course I am; there is no way I'll stay here and be his fucking punching bag for the rest of my life. The first time he lets his guard down, I'll high tail it out of here so fast, he will never be able to catch up with me." I was convinced that with my speed he would never catch me, if I waited and gained his trust I would even have the element of surprise on my side.
Seth, listen to me, don't ever try something so stupid. Let me assure you, he WILL find you and when he does there is nothing in this universe that will save you. He may go berserk and even kill you.
"He can't kill me; I'm his freaking imprint for goodness sake!"
He shouldn't be able to hurt you either, but the bruises in your body tell a different story, don't they? Jacob and his wolf are two separate entities that are tightly intertwined. His wolf is strong and brave, but when it comes to you it can be selfish and demanding. His wolf neither respects nor acknowledges any limits, imprint or not, it can become very violent. Jacob is a good kid, if you allow him, he'll be he best partner you could dream of, but both of you need to grow up.
"Whatever, going back to my question, can you help me?" I was truly annoyed at her; she was getting on my last nerve insisting that I accept Jacob and pursue a relationship with him.
I can try but you need to be flexible, can you have an open mind when it comes to Jacob?
"I'll do my best but I can not give you any guarantees." Who am I kidding? It was really stupid to lie to something that lived inside of you, but I still did it.
Well is not my ass on the line, it's yours, so listen if you want. His wolf feeds of lust and rage. You cannot do anything about the lust because just inhaling your scent makes him ablaze. What you can do something about is the anger, the rage. Have you noticed that when he is calm he seems to be more in control?
"Actually yes, I've noticed that." He is rarely calm around me so I was mostly guessing.
Don't make him angry, don't defy him, help him stay in control. Seth, just your touch has such a calming effect on him, that if I didn't experience it with you guys, I wouldn't believe it.
"I am not going to turn into a fucking submissive; I would first make him kill me."
Seth, that's nonsense, you know as well as I do that you have no intention of letting Jake kill you. If you think that being respectful and considerate with your mate is being submissive, you are very wrong; you need to grow up kid. Anyway, this is not a matter of submitting, this is a matter of surviving.
"Surviving? What do you mean?"
Seth when an imprinted rejects the imprint the way you have been doing, it hurts both of you. In your case you don't feel it as much because of the way you feel about him. But Jacob feels every insult and every rejection as a white hot dagger digging a little deeper each time. If you keep this up, it might end up killing him.
"I hate him with every fiber of my being, but I don't want him to die." That was the absolute truth, as much as his presence bothers me, I couldn't bring myself to wish him dead. I did it once and the guilt was so tremendous I felt disgusted at myself. Even if he was a sadistic, abusive, son of a bitch, he was still a person, with a father that depended on him and a reservation that counted on him for their protection.
There is more to that, right Seth? I'm convinced that you spoke the truth last night when you said you wanted to love him.
"Hold on a minute, I just said that because I thought that with the state he was in, I needed something drastic." What the hell was she suggesting? That I had feelings for that monster?
If you say so, just remember that I live inside you; I have a pretty good idea of what is really going on. Well, it's your choice, live in denial if you want.
"Sure, Sure, whatever" was all I could muster feeling annoyed at her.
I stood up and walked toward the window, opening the curtain I looked outside through the glass. It was another one of those grim rainy days. The eternally grey Washington sky felt especially depressing today. The raindrops made sinewy patterns on the glass window only to end up in puddles that covered the ground as far as the eye could see. The weather matched my mood perfectly.
I felt pressure in my lower abdomen and realized I needed to pee; I may need to use the wastebasket again. To my disappointment I couldn't find the wastebasket anywhere, Jacob must've come back while I was sleeping and took it away. He came back to the room while I was sleeping and didn't attack me? Shit, the pervert is full of surprises isn't he?
The door was opened forcefully and I saw Jacob's huge frame walking through, I ran to the bed, taking the bed sheet and wrapping myself with it. I couldn't let him see me naked, God only knows what would happen if he did.
Before I could finish the thought, he was standing next to me, looking at me with a murderous look in his eyes.
"Don't cover yourself Seth! I told you not to get dressed for a reason, don't try to go around my orders or you will regret it." Jacob all but yelled at me while pulling the bed sheet off my body.
I was left standing in front of him naked, shaking where I stood. The pained expression on his face, when he caught a sight of my naked body confused me. Looking down I realized the reason for his reaction, my arms, hips and legs were covered in yellowish-purple marks. Bruises marred my skin as a silent witness of the hours of hell I lived through last night.
Jacob was breathing deeply trying to calm himself; he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and middle finger and with a fast gentle motion wiped his eyes.
"You are in my house now, you are my submissive, you will respect me and do everything I say if you know what's good for you." His tone was firm, but surprisingly calm. Actually, it sounded rehearsed.
"You will never wear any type of clothing while on our bed; I want you always naked in our bed. For the next few days, basically, as long as I want, you will not wear any clothes at all. My father won't be here for several days, we'll be alone and you will not cover yourself in front of me, is that clear?"
"Fuck Seth, answer me." His voice sounded strained.
"Yes Jacob." I answered weakly, balling my fist in frustration but trying to help the situation by remaining calm.
"You will not deny or reject my kisses, I can kiss you in any part of your body I see fit and you will allow me access to your whole body. I can touch you, kiss you, smell or lick any part of your body. With us, there is no such thing as private parts, nothing is private, you are mine and I'm yours." I hoped he didn't expect me to willingly touch him, because I would rather chew my fingers off first.
"Yes Jacob." I felt my face burn as the anger I was feeling was reaching dangerous levels. Who the fuck does this idiot think he is?
"You will eat when I tell you; sleep when I tell you and when it comes to it, you will get on all fours, so I can fuck you as many times as I want. Understood?" I felt myself blanch at this last rule, when is he planning on finishing what he started? I was beyond nervous. But I had no option but to accept everything he was saying, I couldn't risk getting his wolf angry. I nodded in agreement.
"Now let's go downstairs, I made lunch" he motioned for me to follow him.
"Jacob"
"What is it Seth, don't start fucking with me, because I swear you'll regret it"
"I just need to go to the bathroom." I answered weakly; surprised at the fact that I didn't have a puddle around me caused by the fear combined with the urgency.
"Oh, go right now; I'll be waiting in the hallway. By the way, just so you know, the window in the bathroom is also nailed shut." He smirked, scoffing at my circumstances.
I walked to the bathroom fuming, my fists so tight I was starting to lose sensation. I heard something that sounded dangerously too much like a moan, looking back for a second I see Jake staring at my ass, a look of unadulterated lust on his face. I all but ran toward the bathroom closing the door behind me.
After I finished my business I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face. I looked at the image in the mirror noticing the bruises all over my face, the cut over my brow and the one on my lip were almost healed but still looked pink and standing out over my cooper skin. My nose was swollen and so was my lower lip. The most striking was the bruise on my neck that mimicked the shape and size of Jacob's hand perfectly.
My eyes looked dead and tired with dark circles under them. The person I was looking at was not a happy sixteen-year old; it was a tired old prisoner without the possibility of parole.
I followed Jacob downstairs and into the kitchen, he motioned for me to sit and I did. I felt so exposed walking around naked in this house, this is so fucking embarrassing. With every passing minute I hated him more.
He got something steaming hot from the microwave and placed it in front of me. I was pleased to see it was hot cocoa with mini marshmallows. How did he know I like to drink cocoa in the mornings? I never liked coffee, it's too bitter for my taste.
The cocoa tasted good, just the way I like it. He brought over two plates filled with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. Placing one in front of me, he sat across from me with the other one. We ate in complete silence.
I didn't even dare to lift my eyes from my plate, afraid of making eye contact; any action had the potential of triggering another attack. I still managed to notice that he wasn't looking at me either; he was so concentrated on his food that you would think it was a difficult math problem. I was dumbfounded, here I was sitting across from him butt naked and he was not even looking at me. It made me very happy to see him so disinterested but this attitude was much unexpected.
We finished our breakfast/lunch and he took both our plates to the sink. I just sat there not knowing what to do or what to say, afraid of even moving.
"You want anything else Seth?" His tone was soft and gentle.
"May I have some water please?" Jacob took a glass filling it with water and bringing it over to the table.
"Thank you Jacob, for the water and for breakfast."
"No problem, I'm going to take care of you Seth, you'll see." I knew how he wanted to take care of me, with me on all fours while he pounded mercilessly into me. How can pretending to play house heal my physical and emotional injuries?
I didn't know what to say in reply, I didn't want him taking care of me. I had a family that loved me and cared for me, a family where I was free to speak without fear. This was just a completely unfortunate circumstance that my fucking destiny hit me with. Was this how my life was going to be from now on? With every passing minute death seemed to be a more attractive and dignified option than the life I was destined to live. I felt my chest getting tighter and the burning feeling in my eyes warned me that if I didn't distract myself I was going to start crying any minute.
"How did you know about the cocoa?" It was a stupid question but I thought it was neutral enough and I needed something to distract me, so I wouldn't cry.
"The what?" It was obvious my question caught him by surprise.
"How did you know I like hot cocoa with little marshmallows in the mornings?"
He chuckled probably amused by my childish inquiry.
"I asked Emily, she told me all your favorite foods and drinks, even your favorite color. That's why I painted our bedroom blue." Our bedroom ugh, the thought made me nauseous I hoped I wouldn't lose my lunch. I had to admit that it was sweet of him to ask about some of the things I like. I still thought he was a perverted bastard but a sweet one, if there was such a thing.
"Why did you ask her?"
Jacob seemed troubled with this question; I didn't know what to make of his reaction. Then I noticed the last thing I expected, he was blushing! His high cheekbones looked maroon with the blush that stained them.
"I want to be a good husband." He answered sheepishly.
That was also the last answer I expected to hear. He considered himself my husband? Was he fucking crazy, demented or mad? What a hypocrite, a good husband? After the way he treated me last night? Does that mean he saw me as his wife?
I almost yelled at him, but instead, without warning, a loud sob escaped from my throat and the tears I didn't notice forming in my eyes started rolling down my cheeks.
Jake approached me slowly kneeling in front of me. Instinctively I crossed my legs trying to conceal some of my nudity.
"Seth, baby, what is it?" His voice was a rushed whisper. Gently taking my hands and running his thumbs over my knuckles.
"Good husbands don't hit" was all I could say after taking a shuddering breath.
He looked like somebody hit him hard and pushed all the air out of him. His face was a mixture of pain, regret and fear. Letting go of my hands for a moment, Jake wiped some of the tears from my face and brought my face up to meet his eyes. I saw so much remorse, sadness and shame in those brown orbs glistening with the tears he was trying to hold back. I barely registered when he started talking, his voice so low it was barely a whisper.
"Seth, I can not even bring myself to ask for your forgiveness, because I know I don't deserve it. I'm so ashamed it hurts to look you in the eye. Is very hard to make myself look at you and see all the damage I caused. My actions last night have no excuse. You probably hate me so much right now and I don't blame you. Last night I was a monster, I acted out of pure instinct, following my most primitive needs." He bowed his head in shame and mortification; taking my hands he kissed them gently. Reminding myself to breath I closed my eyes trying to calm down.
My breath quickened when I felt his lips over my eyebrow, on the spot where his blow produced a gash just a few hours before. His lips trailed down my nose placing tender kisses on each bruise, ending on my lips.
"My beautiful Seth, what did I do to you?" It was a half choke, half whine; he looked intently at the bruises on my face with a pained expression, the anguish evident in his words and on his features. Brushing his fingers over my bruised skin he shook violently. I was immediately on alert, to put myself out of harm's way if he phased.
He gasped loudly when his eyes landed on my neck. Jacob brought his shaking hand to my neck and placed it over the bruise that was still very visible under my skin, matching the bruise to his hand. It was like he couldn't believe he inflicted all that damage and he needed to prove it to himself.
Jacob was looking at all the pain he caused, knowing he had gone too far. He almost killed me and all for what? For the right to fuck me? This was wrong any way you looked at it, this was not love; this was an obsession.
Taking a deep breath he pulled me toward him, pressing our warm foreheads together. He brushed his lips against mine, gently pressing his mouth to mine. I winced at the pain coming from my bruised lip.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby." Jake moved back a little, inspecting my lip. He was now exploring my arms and legs, kissing each and every bruise I had on them. I felt very uncomfortable with all the kisses, but wouldn't dare move or tell him to stop. I was afraid of him, of his reaction, he seemed to be very unstable and anything could trigger another attack. I didn't want to get hit and I certainly didn't want to get raped. I knew it was only a matter of time before he attacked me again, but right now I was spent, I wouldn't be able to fight back in any way.
He placed his head on my lap and my whole body stiffened; that was, until I saw his shoulders shake gently and realized he was crying. His tears rolled down my thighs one after the other, it was like his soul was bleeding tears. It reminded me of that night a while ago when I came to return his phone and found him crying in his bedroom. The night that I stupidly, but voluntarily, stayed with him and shared his bed.
After several minutes, he pulled himself together and sat back wiping several tears from his face with the back of his hand. He was again looking directly into my eyes.
"Seth, I'm not going to make any false promises, I'm not going to bullshit you. The only thing I can swear to you at this moment is that I will NEVER hit you again. My hands will never find your skin in anger. I'll only touch you to caress you, to love you." His words sounded sincere, remorse evident in his words.
"Thank you Jake"
I didn't know how long we stayed in the same position; the only movement the blinking of our eyes and the rhythmic flow of our chests as we inhaled and exhaled. He kept looking into my eyes, expressing so many emotions and feelings that it was overwhelming. I knew he acted like a monster, but at the same time I couldn't deny that he was sincere and really regretted what he did. His attitude was that one of a sorrowful, regretful person. Nothing he did can be undone, but if everybody around me was correct and he was indeed my soul mate, I hoped that one day I would be able to forgive him and forget his horrible actions.
"C'mon let's go upstairs." Panic struck me, my breath escaping me fast and hard. How long did his resolve last? A couple of hours? Sure, he was not going to hit me, but he was still going to rape me. I was sure he heard my heartbeat pick up the second he spoke.
"Don't be scared puppy, we barely got any sleep last night and I don't know about you, but I need a nap. Also, sleeping will help you heal faster, I can't bear to look at your bruises anymore..." His voice trailed off and he gave a chocked sigh.
I began to stand up but felt my feet leave the floor as Jacob picked me up bridal style and started walking towards the stairs. He was right, I felt tired, my eyes were burning and my whole body was sore. I got nervous thinking that his arm was only inches away from my naked ass and shook slightly. He looked at me and must have seen the fear in my eyes.
"I told you not to be scared, I'm in control right now, we're only going to sleep, trust me."
Yeah right, trust him, easier said than done. It will be a cold day in hell before I can trust him. For now I thought he was being pretty decent and if this was one of the few moments of peace I'll experience I might as well enjoy it. Focused on the here and now I snuggled to his warm chest, the uneasiness I felt quickly draining away. I inhaled his woodsy scent; it had an amazingly calming effect on me and helped me relax even more.
He cradled me even closer to his chest and kissed the top of my head. After taking a few deep breaths I saw all the tension on his face melting away with each breath. We went inside our room and he placed me on the bed with unprecedented gentleness. It made me very nervous to be in the same room with him, but I tried to push that feeling aside. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him remove his pants, now he is naked, and I'm naked... oh shit, not again.
"Seth relax, man you're going to give yourself a heart attack." He sounded amused; now he was trying to be funny, what the fuck! How can I relax with a naked, hormonal pervert in the room with me?
He crawled on the bed next to me, laying on his side. On instinct I turned on my side to face him, there was no way I was having my naked behind near a very naked Jacob. He wrapped his warm arms around me and pulled me towards him. With a sad smile on his face he pushed my head to his shoulder. I tried to resist but felt him tensing up again, at this moment I thought it was better if I laid my head on his shoulder than risk giving his wolf an excuse to show up.
I couldn't help inhaling his scent again, moss and wildflowers, home and comfort, there was something so reassuring in his scent. I felt protected, unconditionally loved and desperately needed. I allowed all these feelings to wash over me, giving up with a sigh. Wrapping my arm around his waist I burrowed my face between his shoulder and his neck, almost like a puppy would do.
We were dangerously close, but felt right, like this was exactly the place I needed to be at this moment. I was letting go of my fear and allowing myself to trust him, even if it was for just a few minutes. With the hand of the arm I had around his waist I began rubbing lazy circles on his back. For the first time since I could remember he was being a perfect gentleman, making sure to keep our hips at a good distance and avoiding any uncomfortable contact between our sexes.
I closed my eyes and allowed myself to become enveloped in his warmth, mimicking my motion he ran his hand up and down my back. He was very gentle, making sure not to put any pressure on my bruised body, his caresses where like a balm on my battered flesh. I knew he caused all the bruises and was far from forgiving him. But at this moment, I needed to feel close to him, I needed to be comforted by him.
Jacob kissed the top of my head inhaling deeply.
"I love you Seth."
"I know Jacob." I knew this was not the answer he wanted to hear, but it was the only one I could give him. It would be a long time before I could have any feelings towards him, except hate and resentment. I knew this could slowly kill us both, robbing us of the possibility of having a happy life. I understood that if we were ever to have a chance, we needed to reach a compromise that included mutual respect and consideration.
For now I was going to live moment to moment and this was a good one. Tightening my arm around him for a moment I gave him a small hug. He didn't return the hug, knowing that it could hurt me. Jacob sighed deeply and swallowed several times before speaking.
"Thank you." His voice was thick with emotion.
"For what, Jake?" I was not aware of doing anything that merited a "thank you".
"For giving me a chance."
Dinner followed the same routine, Jacob cooking for us, telling me to eat and then carrying me back to the room. Any other time I would've complained about being controlled like this, but after everything that happened I really didn't care, I didn't feel like doing anything anyway.
To think that only twenty four hours ago my life was completely different, I was free, living with a family that loved me. Now I was the new toy of an unstable wolf that lived for the moment he could claim me.
Sunday morning came, bringing another rainy day. I rolled to my back blinking a few times, I was surprised to find myself alone on the bed since I was sure Jacob was going to come and sleep with me. I could hear his soft snores and his even heartbeat in the other room. Feeling an unfamiliar uneasiness I got out of bed and walked to the door. Wondering if I would be able to leave the room cautiously turned the doorknob and stepped out into the hallway, quickly realizing I could leave this prison.
Now what should I do? Jacob is asleep, if I was very quiet maybe I would be able to leave the house and by the time he notices I would probably be in Canada. If I run through some streams, my scent might fade enough to make it difficult for him to locate my scent, giving me more time to escape.
Then again what if I escape and he catches me, I know what will happen and it will be ten times worse than I could even imagine. I leaned against the door frame, thinking what I should do, try to escape or stay and try to earn my freedom. Like a prisoner offered the opportunity to either escape or wait for his parole I was conflicted. Am I losing my mind? How could I even think twice about not escaping, I should just go for it.
Against any logical thought I decided to stay and earn my freedom, I began walking towards the bathroom and found myself not touching the floor anymore. Massive arms around my waist crushing me, damn it; this will give me another new set of bruises.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? Trying to escape? How did you get out of the room? He screamed his questions one after the other, faster than I could answer, his arms so tight around my waist I was having difficulty breathing.
"You are not going to leave me, this is it, and here is where you submit Seth!" I felt myself tensing up at this statement; Jacob bent me over and started pushing his already hard cock between my bare buttocks.
"Jacob stop, I was only going to the bathroom!" I yelled as loud as my voice allowed.
"Stop please, look at the direction I was going, I was not escaping, believe me" he stopped and turned me around, I was now facing him. His face was red with anger, nostrils flared and a deep growl emerging from his chest. At least his eyes were not completely black that was good news.
"Please, believe me." I said shakily.
Jacob took a couple of staggering steps backwards, he stopped to look around. His eyes going from the bedroom door to where I was standing, I just stood there cursing the moment I decided to stay. I was so pissed; I'm such an idiot, why did I stay?
"I misjudged you."
That's all he could say? Sorry I almost raped you again but it was a small mistake on my part. Son of a bitch! I couldn't stand it anymore.
"You fucking idiot, I had the chance to escape but didn't and this is the reward I get?" I was fucking mad, mad at him, at myself, at my stupid decision to stay, at everything.
Jacob was shaking so hard he was starting to blur. All I saw before I closed my eyes tightly was Jacob lifting his arm and braced myself for what was coming, but never felt the impact. When I opened my eyes he was standing in front of me shaking, hands clamped together in front of him, deep frown on his face, his mouth tight. Suddenly he pulled me towards him and I felt my legs give under me, he held me up.
"I promised never to hit you again and I intend to keep that promise" he whispered on my ear.
"I'm sorry puppy, I have to trust you more." I was standing on my own now, but still felt my whole body shaking with anger and frustration. I felt so impotent, incapable of making any decisions, at the mercy of a demented, distrustful person.
"Go to the bathroom, I'll go downstairs and make breakfast." He said matter of fact like nothing happened.
How could he go from trying to ravage me to apologizing and making me breakfast in a matter of minutes? I can honestly say I was happy with how everything unfolded, but man, his mood swings were giving me an ulcer.
"Jacob, is it ok if I take a shower?" I was starting to smell funky, after all, I didn't shower yesterday and I've been sweating bullets on several occasions.
"Sure Seth, there are clean towels in the closet" He answered quickly but it sounded strange like he was out of breath. I walked to the bathroom fast before he changed his mind and came after me, when I turned around to close the door I caught a glimpse of Jake going into his room; mmm he does have a nice ass. What the... Seth Clearwater, you just didn't think ... ugh. I hit myself on the side of the head, embarrassed at my own thoughts
After my shower I walked downstairs and welcomed the smell of pancakes and sausage, chocolate chip pancakes to be exact. Again he motioned for me to sit down and we ate our breakfast in silence. I had to admit Jake was a good cook, almost as good as Emily. I lifted my eyes from my plate to find him watching me intently, his gaze soft and loving with a small smile on his face.
"What?" I asked, annoyed with myself for even caring.
"You were moaning while you ate your pancakes, are they that good?"
"Moaning? I didn't do it on purpose and the pancakes are very good by the way."
"Thank you, the sounds you were making were so alluring I had to stop eating and watch you." I was blushing furiously; I couldn't help but be flattered by his adoration, but at the same time an alarm was going off on my head, warning me about the way he was looking at me.
We finished our breakfast with me making a conscious effort not to make any sounds that could incite Mr. Horny Pants. I stood up to take my plate to the sink, but Jake took the plate from me.
"Go upstairs now Seth." There it was, another mood swing, now he was back to Mr. Bossy Alpha.
I was walking towards the stairs when I felt his hands on my shoulders spinning me around to face him. In a second his lips were on mine and he devoured my mouth moaning into the kiss. With his large hands he grabbed my ass squeezing each globe. Jake pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored every corner of it.
The rapidly forming bulge in his pants made me very nervous, especially when he started grinding his erection against me. The smell of his arousal hit me soon after. In one swift movement he separated from me.
"Go upstairs, right now." He said breathlessly.
I ran upstairs trying to put as much distance as I could between me and Jacob's erection. But had to stop in my tracks, when as I was turning to go inside the room, I caught the sight of Jacob with his pants around his ankles stroking himself furiously while holding on to the rail, his moans were loud and obscene.
I ran inside the bedroom, locking the door behind me and sitting on the floor in an attempt to keep him out of the room, if he decided he wanted me and not his hand. I could hear him clearly. "Oh Seth baby you feel so good" "Just like that suck my cock" "Ah you are such a good cocksucker puppy" "Mmmm I'm going to cum" "Ahhh you want it" "Fuck ...Seth"
There was silence after that and I breathed relieved that it was his hand and not my ass or my mouth making him cum. I heard him as he was coming upstairs; praying that he didn't come in the bedroom to make me do what he was fantasizing about. He walked past the bedroom and into the bathroom where I heard the shower running minutes after.
I unlocked the door before climbing up on the bed where at least I had the excuse of being under the covers to hide my body from his lustful stares. He brought me out of my thoughts when I heard him open the door; thankfully he was wearing a pair of blue basketball pants and a white wife beater.
He sat on the bed next to me and grabbed my hand interlacing our fingers.
"You probably heard me and I thought I should explain to you what happened."
"You don't need to explain anything Jacob, you got horny and well, took care of it." I didn't want him reliving what just happened and risking him getting aroused and making his fantasy a reality.
He smiled and kissed the fingers of the hand he was holding.
"You see baby, as you've probably seen, many of my fantasies revolve about you being wet, whether it is the rain or in the shower. When you asked if you could take a shower the memory of those fantasies hit me and I got the worse hard-on. I took care of it while you where taking your shower, but then you got me all riled up with your sexy moaning during breakfast. I had to use all my self control to stop myself from fucking you senseless. Shit Seth, without even trying you made me need to jerk off twice in less than a couple of hours." He chuckled at his admission.
"Sorry Jake, I didn't mean to." That was all could muster without allowing him to sense the disgust brewing inside me.
"You don't need to apologize; I just felt I needed to tell you, even though I'm pretty sure you heard me." He was the one blushing now.
"You don't need to tell me these things Jake, they are personal"
"That's the thing Seth, I want to be an open book with you, no secrets. I don't expect you to do the same, I would like you to, but I won't force you to tell me your private thoughts or feelings."
"Thanks I appreciate that" like I would even consider talking to him about my feelings. If I told him how I really felt about him he would either beat me to a pulp or fuck me without mercy. Neither one of those scenarios appealed to me, so it was better if I kept my big mouth shut.
"I'll be in the garage working on the truck, only leave this room to go to the bathroom. Be warned that I can hear very well and will be paying attention, so don't do anything stupid Seth."
"Sure, sure."
I found a good movie, it was a comedy and at least it took my mind off my shitty life for a couple of hours. When the movie was over I decided to take a nap. I was awoken by Jake coming in the room.
"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up, just wanted to check on you. Do you need anything? Are you hungry or thirsty? I'm going to get dinner started but it's going to be at least forty-five minutes."
"I'm good, I don't have too much of an appetite"
I saw his face fall at my statement, what does he expect, for me to be dancing and jumping for joy?
We were interrupted by somebody knocking on the front door. Jake looked very annoyed and I had the feeling that whoever was knocking was going to regret coming here.
"Stay in the room Seth, I mean it, no tricks." He ordered. I would have no other choice than to comply unless I changed my mind and decided to fight the alpha order, I chuckled internally.
"What do you want?" Shit Jake sounded pissed, I wondered who it was.
"Before you even open your mouth, let me tell you something; he is staying here with me, where he belongs. You wasted your time coming here; go back to your house."
"Jake, I only want to know how he is doing." It was Sam's voice, it sounded flat and devoid of emotion, like when his expression was like this, it was a sign he was angry.
"He is fine, leave now." Damn it Sam, just leave, you're making him angry.
"Can I see him? Leah is very worried about him; I had to put an order on her to prevent her from coming here."
"You can't see him. You can tell Leah he is fine, but that you couldn't see him because he couldn't come downstairs."
"Why can't he come downstairs?"
"Let's say I was a little rough, he can't walk right now, hopefully if I give him a little time to recover he may be able to walk again in a few days. But I don't know about that Sam, your little brother is just too delicious." Jake said this in a sinister tone.
I heard my brother inhale sharply, I'm sure he would've hit him if he could have been sure Jacob wouldn't take his anger out on me.
"Now leave Sam, I think your brother's ass is calling me and I need to fuck it again."
"Jake please he is just a kid, don't hurt him anymore."
"Sam, this is your fault, you made me wait three fucking months, now I have a lot of time to make up for. Now get out of here." Sam sighed in defeat.
"I almost forgot, here are some of his clothes, he only has the clothes he was wearing on his birthday"
"He doesn't need any clothes right now, but if he ever leaves our room he might. I'll keep them just in case."
I heard Jacob close the door and after several minutes he walked upstairs. I was fuming, how he dared tell my brother all those lies. That mother fucking bastard made Sam believe he claimed me, why?
"Not a word Seth, I know you heard everything." Jake warned me in a serious tone.
"Yes I did, how could you tell my brother all those fucking lies?" I was furious and all thoughts of remaining calm for my butt's sake went out the window.
"You will not question my reasons Seth"
"You will not question my reasons" I repeated his words mocking him, sounding like a combination of The Terminator and Darth Vader.
"Don't mock me!" he screamed loudly.
"Then man up to your reasons!" I was also screaming.
"I don't owe you any explanations." He was not screaming anymore, but his whole body was shaking, a clear indication that he was furious.
"Yes you do, it's my fucking life you're talking about, to my fucking brother."
"Watch your tone Seth"
"I'm not going to watch anything, I'm sick and tired of you telling me what to do and you're not the boss of me."
"I'm not your boss, I'm your mate and right now you're pissing me off."
"We'll, you've been pissing me off for the last three months."
"Shut up Seth."
I knew I should've kept my mouth shut; I must lack the gene for self-preservation. The words were out of my mouth before I had time to do censor myself.
"Make me."
The look on his face went through a series of transformations from surprised, to angry, to diabolical. He lunged himself in my direction with all his strength. Making use of my speed; I jumped out of the bed. He landed on his hands and knees lifting his face to look at me, a feral growl coming out of him.
Seth Clearwater, you did it now, you couldn't keep you big mouth shut and now your ass will pay for it. Remembering his last order didn't have the double timbre of the alpha command, I made a run for it, going into the hallway. Just as I was going to take off running downstairs I felt his hand on my shoulder holding me in place. Damn it, another bruise, the fucker sure had a strong grip. He snaked his other arm around my waist and dragged me into the bedroom.
We both fell on top of the bed; I was on my stomach with my body completely covered by his. I froze when I saw his clothes hit the floor beside the bed. Who was going to save me from this one? This was entirely my fault; all I had to do was shut my mouth. He didn't even react to my initial outburst, he just responded to my challenge. What was I thinking?
"Seth you brought this upon yourself, I gave you several chances but you just don't know when to quit." The worse thing about this was that he was right.
He was laying on my back grinding himself on my exposed behind. I could feel his hard length being rubbed on my crack. With his dick buried lengthwise on my crack he bent forward and kissed the back of my neck. Jake ran his tongue on my ear and continued on my throat, moaning when he found that spot between my neck and my shoulder.
"This is where my mark will be." His voice was deep and husky.
"Jake I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't do it." I had to try, even if I had to beg.
"No need to apologize baby, you just gave me an excuse to do what I've been dying to do for months. I wasn't even that angry, you were just acting your age, but you challenged me and that's something I will not have."
"Please Jake give me a chance."
"No more chances." His voice sounded surprisingly calm, after my challenge I assumed he would've been furious, but he was at most, slightly annoyed.
With these words he leaned back spreading my butt cheeks with his hands. I felt the cold air on my hole and shuddered with fear and embarrassment.
"Damn it Seth you look good enough to eat. It's a shame that when I'm done with you this little hole won't be so tight anymore."
I felt him rub my hole with his finger circling it and I knew this was going to happen; my own mouth defeated me. If I would've stopped talking when I had the chance I wouldn't be in this predicament. I just became my own worse enemy. Hiding my face in the pillow I tried to drown the sob that was threatening to leave my lips.
He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my crack several times before stopping on my hole. I stayed very still tensing my whole body; I couldn't help my reaction as it was a result of the intense fear and regret.
"Jake please, forgive me, it will not happen again, I promise."
"What do you promise Seth?"
"I will not disrespect you again, I will not challenge you and I'll be good."
"That's not good enough; you need to do better than this."
"I'm sorry Jake, if you want me to I'll get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, I promise, just please don't hurt me."
"You're willing to humiliate yourself just so I won't fuck you?"
"Yes I'll do it"
I felt his weight off me and he sat on the bed pulling me to his lap. I buried my face on his chest bawling, making a deplorable spectacle of myself.
"Shh shh calm down, you're going to make yourself sick. I won't hurt you, stop crying."
After a while my sobs where reduced to whimpers and I was able to speak again.
"Thank you."
"Seth, you are running out of chances, one more strike and you'll get it. By the way, you didn't apologize yet like you said you would."
I berated myself for making that promise, but it probably saved me. I had to humiliate myself in front of the almighty alpha, in my mind I weighed both sides of my situation. On one hand doing this was going to rob me of the little dignity I had left. On the other hand Jacob fucking me and making me his bitch would be far worse.
I got off the bed slowly; Jake swung his long legs to the side of the bed facing me. Taking a deep breath I kneeled in front of him, hands by my sides and eyes on the floor.
"Jake please forgi..." I couldn't finish, I felt my body leave the floor and fall on his lap.
"I couldn't let you do it Seth, I wanted to humiliate you, to teach you a lesson, but couldn't bring myself to let you do it." His hands felt shaky, as he held me on his lap with them around my waist.
This was something that caught me completely by surprise I looked at him inquisitively and he continued.
"You are my mate, not my servant or my slave. You are the mate of an alpha, you kneel for nobody."
He placed me on the bed and stood up; collecting his clothes from the floor he walked toward the door. He did his already famous looking over the shoulder trying for a dramatic exit and said something that made my mouth drop and my blood boil.
"By the way I had no intention of claiming you just now; I was in control the whole time. But what I said about kneeling is true don't ever do it. I hope you learned your lesson puppy." He winked and blew me a kiss. Closing the door behind him and leaving me sitting on the bed furious.