Chapter 37: The apology
Warnings: Reference to homosexuality and some stereotyping ( My apologies for that, but I found it worked with the storyline), some smut and lengthy chapter.
Jacob's POV
The silence in the car was almost deafening as Edward turned the engine of his Volvo off. We were sitting in the driveway of the Swans. Carlisle had finally given me the go-ahead with the moving and going out of the house. It was a little sad that this was my first outing, but the guilt was eating at me.
"Guess this is it," I whispered as I glanced out the windshield and up at the window to Bella's room.
Edward stiffened next to me, but stayed silent.
"See you in a bit," I said softly as I reached for the handle, and clicked the door open.
"I'll be near," he, finally said, a little morosely.
"You don't have to wait for me. I'll call you when I'm ready to leave," I said, turning back towards him and letting the door slam back.
He shook his head stubbornly and I could practically hear the retort he was holding back. I'm already letting you go alone. Don't push it.
"Fine," I said as he stared infront of him studiously. " I love you," I added, so low that it was almost a breath.
He sighed and finally, turned around to face me. " I love you too," he said and cold fingers reached out to link mine. He gave them a squeeze in comfort.
"You better go," he said softly, " Charlie heard the door slam. He's wondering about it."
"Probably a good idea," I said, thinking it wouldn't be a good thing to let Charlie have a heart attack in his driveway at the sight of Edward and I in a car together. Sitting so close and not bashing each other's heads out. Reflexively, I leaned in and pecked his lips.
"Here goes...everything," I thought as I lifted my fist to pound on the door. I could hear the shuffling of feet inside the house, the movement of each occupants as they went about their lives.
At my knock, loud and heavy footsteps dragged themselves to the door and I quickly turned around to see if Edward was still visible. But, the shiny silver car was gone as was the driver. But, I knew he was near.
I could feel it.
My head swung back to the door as a messy haired Charlie poked his head in between the opening. He looked tired.
"Jake," he said, some of the exhaustion falling off his face and his eyes lightened. " Come on in," he said as he pulled the door open wider. " What are you doing here so early?"
"Hey Charlie. Sorry," I replied sheepishly, " were you still sleeping?"
"No. Just got in," he gruffed as he led me to the living room.
"Oh?"
" Some people were killed in the woods last night," he started and that picked my interest, " mauled by some animal it seemed."
Animal?
I knew for a fact that they weren't animal. No beast lived here. Except for us and the Cullens. But, we wouldn't hurt humans and neither would the Cullens.
My heart froze and the first person that popped into my head was James.
"He's dead," whispered my mind. And I knew it was right. I remembered seeing his dead body. Seeing Emmett pull his limbs apart. I remember him being decapitated. Edward's feat. Alice had told me about lighting the room on fire. He was dead.
Couldn't be James.
What about that other leech who was holding me? Today was the first time I thought about him. Between everything that happened, today was the first time I had allowed myself to remember his presence in the studio in Seattle.
Had he been caught? Had the Cullens run into him at the studio?
My heart was pounding through my chest as fear rushed through my veins. I felt sick.
"This the first time?" I croaked.
"Hm?" answered Charlie, " No. We've had a couple more. All the same. Now, it's classified as a serial murder. I've been up all night." " So, where have you been? Your dad said you left?"
"Uhm. Yeah," I replied awkwardly. I had no idea what Dad had told him. " Got into a fight with him huh?"
I nodded stiffly.
" Billy was torn about telling you, Jacob. He's not the kind of person who shares his feelings, you know."
I stared at the hardwood floor and studied the little dent peeking beneath the rug.
" Your mother..." he started and then stopped, with a sigh. " God, I mean. I don't even know what to tell you. But, she had... she turned around. That night..."
Fuck. My breath rushed out of my chest.
"She loved you guys, Jacob. She had a lapse in judgement. But, who doesn't, eh?" he said, trying to be a tad cheerful.
" You knew?" I breathed out.
Charlie nodded, apologetically. " Your father and I don't have many secrets. We...We've been friends for a long time."
I nodded mechanically.
"I couldn't tell you, Jacob," added Charlie.
"I understand," I said, " I'm glad he has you, Charlie. He's lonely."
Charlie nodded.
" I thought you needed to hear it, you know," he said after a moment of silence. My head snapped up to meet his wide eyes. Eyes that looked suspiciously misty. " Considering you left Forks and everything..." he trailed off, twisting his hands at his sides.
" Oh. Uhm. No, Charlie. That's not really why I left..." I started, but stopped not knowing whether I should tell him about the real reason why I left. But, he would find out eventually. It's not like Edward and I needed to hide our relationship anymore.
The cat...or maybe the wolf was out of the bag.
"Dad and I had a disagreement over the person I love..."
"Bella?" he asked, startled. His eyes popped out a fraction more. Oh. I didn't think about this. Of course, he would think Bella. She was the last person I had a crush on.
Shit.
"Uhm. No. Not Bella," I said awkwardly. " I'm...uh... It's a boy," I blurted out as my hand came up to finger the dent on my nose.
Charlie froze at my words. His hands dropped to his sides like a pair of stones. He gaped at me while he struggled to find the right words. His mustache twitched as his lips moved soundlessly. Wide eyes stared at me as he raked my body from top to bottom.
"A boy?" he whispered as his stare moved to my eyes.
I nodded.
"Not just any boy," came a voice from behind me. Fuck. I hadn't even heard her sneak up behind me.
" My boy," she stated as I turned around. Her face was stony as she glared at me.
"Bella..." I started.
"S'cuse me?" said Charlie at the same time.
" Oh. Did Jacob not tell you, dad?" she said sarcastically as her eyes flared with anger as she looked at her father, " Jacob is gay for Edward."
My stomach sank at her words. I had no problem at her labeling me as being gay. In fact, I had assumed that's the story Edward and I would have to go by. But, the fact was I wasn't gay. I was...Edward-sexual. I was only attracted to him. No one else. Be it a man or a woman. Gender didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were not Edward Cullen. But, the anger that poisoned her words were a blow.
I thought after all this time, she would have had time to calm down and get used to the idea. And understand that Edward and I had not done this purposefully. Nor vindictively.
We were preys of destiny. Of fate. As much as she was.
"Ed-ward?" squeaked Charlie as his incredulous head swung back and forth between Bella and I.
"Edward," he repeated, although that sounded like he was talking to himself. " Cullen?" he asked as he looked up at us again.
Red-faced, I nodded.
"Cullen," repeated Charlie as he stared off in the distance as he tried to make sense of the information he had recently acquired. "Huh!" he said thoughtfully. " You did always have chemistry, I s'ppose."
"Dad!" exclaimed Bella as I blushed profusely.
"But, Jake," continued Charlie as he pinned me with a serious look, " I thought...you were... uhm...straight?"
" I thought I was too."
" Why him?" he asked.
"Uhm... I don't know," I lied, " do I need a reason?"
" Guess not. Guess love really is blind," replied Charlie. "I'm really not sure what to tell you, Jacob. On the one hand, I should be mad at you for breaking my daughter's heart and mine, by the way. I was really hoping I could someday call you my son," as he flashed me a small smile, " but, on the other hand, I'm really glad Bella won't be with Cullen. Something never felt right with that one. He always looked like he was hiding something."
" You have no idea, Charlie," I thought as Bella huffed indignantly.
"Charlie, would you mind if I spoke to Bella privately, please?" I asked.
" No. Suppose not. It's not like I'll need to be worried about my daughter's honor, eh, Jake?" he asked with an awkward smile.
If anything, I blushed harder at his lame joke. I knew he was trying to be supportive. But, damn it, I was still a man.
Silently, I followed Bella as we left Charlie to settle down with the t.v., into the kitchen. As we reached the small kitchen, Bella turned towards me, gestured towards a chair, crossed her arms over chest and stared at me expectantly.
Guess that was my cue to speak, I thought as I lowered myself into a chair and winced at the effort. My body was still sore.
"Look, Bella," I said, " I wanted to apologize about everything. I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you about the imprint."
"Why didn't you?"
"I..." I sighed. No more lies, I decided. " I was forbidden to even think about Edward. There really was no point in speaking about something that I wasn't going to be acting on, is there? Sam, my father, the pack and the other elders, all said the same thing: 'It's really unfortunate, Jacob that the Gods and fate have chosen this abomination for you. As your partner. But, we cannot allow our son to fraternize with the enemy. Especially not when it means the security of the others will be compromised.'" " They didn't know Edward. They still don't. But, that didn't stop my wolf from wanting him. It most certainly didn't stop the pain, and the longing I felt every single moment of my day. The agony of being separated from my imprint..." I ended with a whisper as the feelings from the last few days with James washed over me again.
"But, Edward, Jacob! Edward! Why couldn't it have been someone else? Look, I don't really care that you're gay. But, why did it have to be my boyfriend?" she snapped.
" I didn't choose him. Do you really think I did this deliberately? That I chose to imprint on my natural enemy? That I chose for my pack to disrespect the man I love and treat him like shit and for them to kick me out of a pack that originally belongs to me? You don't fucking choose your imprint!"
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that you didn't choose him or that he didn't choose you. It doesn't fucking matter, because it hurts all the same," she said angrily, a tinge of pink coating her cheeks.
" Bella, I don't know what more to tell you... We didn't mean to hurt you."
" We didn't mean to hurt you?" she mocked, " Speaking for the Missus, now are we, Jake? Or are you the woman in this relationship. Huh? Tell me, who takes it up the ass? Is it Edward? 'Cause truthfully, you do look more virile than he does. He's more of a pretty boy, isn't he?"
My cheeks burnt. I didn't know if it was embarrassment that she was speaking to me like this or if it was anger.
Indignation thrummed my body as I clenched my jaw. Despite the fact that she was insulting my mate, I tried to keep my calm. Bella was my friend. I understood that she was angry over the loss of Edward as her boyfriend, but my wolf was enraged. I fisted my trembling hands into fists as I tried to regain control over the beast inside me.
Dejectedly, I watched her making her move closer to me. I watched as she got in my personal space. Panting and red faced, she ranted and I listened.
"You were...are my best friend, Jacob," she yelped as she moved closer to me, " how could you? I trusted you. I depended on you. Apart from Edward and Charlie, you were the only thing that made living in this shit hole tolerable. My best friend." "How could you?" she asked, her voice surprisingly high and her face flashing red with anger.
Still recovering and lost in my thoughts, I didn't see her pull her right hand up and swing it into my cheek until it was too late. While I wasn't worried about myself, the loud yell and moaning was exactly what I expected.
"Arg," she cried as she pulled her throbbing hand away from my face and did a funny dance, hopping from leg to another as she glared accusingly at me. "What's wrong with you?" she groaned, " your face is as hard as stone."
Helplessly, I shrugged as I lifted two digits to trail down my cheek. The blow was insignificant but there was a little tingling to my skin as her blow hit the previously broken bones in my face.
"What the hell is going on in here?" cried Charlie as he ran into the kitchen. Sliding to a halt, he glanced between Bella and I.
Charlie's POV
The yelling and the 'loud talking' had escalated. It was mostly Bella who was yelling while Jacob answered in calm, almost soothing tones. Although, he had no reason to yell. He did, in fact, steal her boyfriend.
Picking the remote and increasing of the volume of the t.v., I drowned their talking.
Boyfriend. I never expected that to be the reason behind Billy and Jacob's disagreement. And for Cullen? I though everyone on that reservation hated the guy. Especially Jacob, considering that he had been harboring a painfully obvious crush on my daughter.
How in the world had Cullen been able to convert this brawn, virile man into a homosexual. I was intrigued. Not disgusted or anything, but just curious. Jacob had always seemed like a man's man. And not to mention that blatant hatred that he held for Edward.
"OW!" I heard from the kitchen. " Ow! Ow!"
"Arg! What's wrong with you?" came Bella's high pitched voice. That could only mean one thing. Trouble.
Giving up my warm and comfortable seat on the couch, I ran to the kitchen, fully expecting what the youths were, now, calling a 'cat-fight.' Sigh. I hated being a police officer sometimes.
Instead, I was met with a very dejected looking Jacob and a hyper daughter who was hopping from foot to foot, clutching at her right hand.
"What the hell is going on in here?" I cried as my feet locked themselves on the ceramic of the kitchen.
A bored and a red face looked up at me. Almost guiltily.
Bella huffed indignantly and stared out the window while still clutching her poor hand, that was turning to an awfully angry shade of red, while Jacob stared the girl miserably.
"Jacob," I prodded, expecting an answer from the boy.
"She got mad and...uhm...hit me?" he answered, almost guiltily. " I think she might have bro..." he stopped mid-sentence and stiffened minutely as his eyes sought out something above my shoulder.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the empty hallway and frowned. What the hell was he looking at.
"...uh. I think she might have broken her hand," he finished quickly as his eyes darted over my shoulder again.
What was going on? I thought as I glanced over my shoulder, yet again, following his gaze.
Surely, there was Edward Cullen standing in the hallway.
What? What the bloody hell? I swear I locked that front door.
Stepping back, I looked up at Edward Cullen. He seemed to be looking right through me as his eyes locked with Jacob's. As I looked back and forth between both men, I noticed the slight flush that creeped up Jacob's neck as he unconsciously rubbed his nose.
Well...With the glare he was giving poor Jacob, it was no wonder the poor lad had no chance. Jacob seemed to squirm under Edward's calculating and assessing gaze.
"I'm sorry, Charlie," broke the smooth voice as Edward's unusual eyes met mine, " I didn't mean to barge in, but I came to get Jake..." If he caught my surprised eyebrows jumping into my hairline at the mention of Jacob's nickname, he gave no clue, instead he continued on calmly, " I knocked and no one answered. And when I heard you yelling, I just let myself in," he finished smoothly.
Too smoothly. Something was up with this guy. Who looked like this in this day and age? And spoke like he belonged to the Victorian era?
"'s fine," I grunted and gestured him inside the small kitchen that was starting to look very crowded as Jacob stood up.
Bella glared at her ex-boyfriend as he crossed the room and stood infront of Jacob. Amber eyes caressed every inch of Jacob's caramel skin, only stopping when Bella huffed again, in annoyance.
Jacob's cheeks pinked as he glanced over Edward's shoulder towards his best friend. If looks could kill, I would be arresting my daughter for murder right now. Edward seemed reluctant to move, but when I cleared my throat, he moved and stood shoulder to shoulder with his boyfriend.
"Hello Bella," said Edward calmly as he glanced at my daughter. I sighed internally. How did my life become a saga for teenage angst?
When she glared at them and turned her face away, I had to step in. " Bella, I didn't raise you to be rude to our guests. You need to acknowledge someone when they're speaking to you."
Another deadly glare was sent to me, before she turned to her ex-boyfriend and mockingly said, " Hello, Edward. How are you this fine afternoon?" fake sweetness dripping down her voice.
"I'm fine, and yourself?" ask Edward. Jacob had, unconsciously, scooted towards his boyfriend and his fingers dangled close to Edward's palm. My eyes widened as I saw them twitch to graze Edward's palm inconspicuously.
As we stood awkwardly in the kitchen, with Bella ignoring Edward's question, the tension was thick. Thick enough to be sliced with a knife.
Jacob twitched uncomfortably. Edward sighed loudly. And I stared at the three teenagers in my kitchen as my daughter pointedly looked outside the window.
"Maybe we should go," said Edward finally, when Bella made no move to acknowledge any of us.
"No," I found myself saying before I understood what I was really saying, " Jake, Cullen, sit down. Bella. Sit," I growled.
Enough of this childishness.
Edward and Jacob exchanged a glance. Jacob lowered himself back in the chair I had found him in, as Edward hovered for a second before sitting down gingerly in the chair next to his.
" Bella," I said sternly, " I said sit," as I slid into a chair myself. Opposite the couple. My stubborn daughter took the only seat left.
" What's going on here?" I asked, " Besides the obvious."
"Jacob and Edward slept with each other," blurted Bella. Stumped, I glanced over at Jacob, who was blushing deeply. Edward just sat there looking between his boyfriend and his ex; his face as pale as it was usually. But, there was no regret nor shame at my daughter's words. It seemed like he was totally comfortable with who he was and whom he loved. He swallowed and angled his body closer towards Jacob. Like he was protecting him from the harsh words that Bella would throw his way.
"Bella," said Edward calmly, " that's not here, nor there."
" The fuck it's not." I winced at the obscene language, but I let it slide under the circumstances. " You did it while I was still going out with you. We hadn't broken up yet."
"Bella," growled Edward, as he leaned over the table to look at my daughter; his lean body cloaking Jacob's massive one ( surprisingly), " You know why that happened. I already told you about the circumstances."
" The circumstances," ground Bella, " doesn't change the fact that you cheated on me with my best friend."
I winced at her words and noticed Jacob recoil with shame.
"Okay," I interrupted, " the circumstances-and I don't want to know what they were. Please spare me-were what kind? How would you describe them, without too many details, please?"
"Unavoidable," replied Edward coldly; amber eyes shone with a fire as he glared at Bella before leaning back towards Jacob.
Bella glared at him and then looked away.
"Jacob?" I probed, " How would you describe them?"
The boy flushed even more, and looked up from his lap. Clearing his throat, " Unavoidable," he whispered, looking into my eyes. Brown eyes were sad, but there was a defiance in them. Edward's hand shifted under the table, and as the muscles in Jacob's forearm moved, I understood that I didn't want to know what they were doing under that table.
Avoiding my eyes from their hands, that were clearly linked underneath the table, I shifted my gaze to my daughter, " Bella?" I urged. Despited the fact that she was my daughter, I needed to be fair.
"They should still have told me," she said after a moment.
Jacob's eyes lifted from his lap to look at Bella; a glimmer of hope behind those brown eyes.
"I'm sorry, Bella. I really am. But, you know we couldn't have changed a thing, even if we wanted to," he said softly. Edward's eyes were drawn to Jacob's face as the latter spoke. His eyes held a softness that I had never seen. Not even when he was 'in love' with Bella.
"Well, now that this is sorted out. Bella, maybe we should take you to the hospital to get that hand sorted out," I said, as I stood up. They should have a bed made for her specifically. The amount of time and money, she and I spent there...was enormous.
" I'm sure if you went to our home, Carlisle would be more than happy to take a look at your hand," Edward said as he glanced at Bella, before meeting my eyes.
"I don't think so," replied Bella.
"We won't be there," Edward added quickly as he glanced down at his boyfriend, " Jacob and I are going to the reservation. To see Billy."
" Well, that's settled then. I'll take Bella to the Cullens'. Beats going to the E.R. Again," I said, with a wink, hoping to lighten the mood, as I glanced towards my clumsy child.
The boys gave me a painful smile as Bella scowled at me.
Walking the boys to the door, I said goodbye and closed the door on what I thought was the weirdest thing ever. Billy kicking Jacob about because of his homosexuality; Jacob falling for his enemy, Edward Cullen, of all people; and the fact that Edward actually cared for Jacob, even more so than he did Bella.
As I leaned against the closed front door, I couldn't help but be in awe and admiration of the way, these two boys acted around and with each other. Edward seemed to be Jacob's sun and the latter seemed to gravitate towards him unconsciously while Jacob seemed to be the object in a museum that held the most value in the world, and Edward was its protector. They seemed to have a rhythm of their own. Everything they did was in tandem to another. As if there was an invisible cord that bound them together.
I took in a deep breath. " It must be nice to find love like that," I thought as I rested my head against the front door.
Jacob's POV
As the door closed behind us, I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt like I had won a huge war. Bella was being both unreasonable and reasonable.
Her grudge and her anger over something that Edward and I had no control over, was childish. However, her anger over the fact that Edward and I had consummated our relationship before telling her was justifiable. Although, we hadn't done anything on purpose. The need to be mated had been animalistic on our behalf. It had been my wolf that wanted to be mated, more than the human side. Everything had been predetermined for us.
But, we had done everything we could to protect her from James. I sighed again as Edward and I made our way to the Volvo that was sitting in the driveway.
I couldn't help but feel like this was good-bye, of some sorts. My heart was heavy as I glanced back towards the house where I had been so welcomed in the past, as I gripped the door handle.
Movement behind the now darkened window caught my attention. Blinking, I allowed my eyes to focus on the darkened room and caught sight of Bella, lingering behind the window pane. Her ashen face was drawn and her eyes dark with emotion. Her eyes met mine across the distance. Before I could react, her face turned into a frown and she turned away from the window.
Although, I ran at a constant 108.7C, I couldn't stop myself from shivering in the cool air, brought by the tail end of the summer. My heart clenched as I glanced at the house once more before lowering myself into the warmth of Edward's car.
The ride towards the reservation had been quiet. Morose even. But, my mind was drawing a blank. I couldn't make conversation and I was glad that Edward didn't push me. His right hand, however, was resting on my thigh, for comfort. My body was shaking with light tremors.
As Edward skillfully veered the car onto the deserted, and almost untravelled road that led towards the reservation, I couldn't take it anymore. The silence was stifling and I was restless.
"Stop the car," I said softly. Despite the confusion that wafted towards me through the bond, Edward remained silent and gradually, the car slowed to a complete stop. My mental block bad been up since I had slid into the car in Bella's driveway. I knew Edward was worried. I could feel the worry crawling like a centipede in and through our bond. I couldn't show him how guilty I felt about this. I couldn't let him know that I was wondering if us being together was worth losing so many people over?
I had no doubt that I loved Edward. No doubt that we belonged with and to each other. No doubt that I needed him, maybe even more than I needed to breathe. But, what about the other people I was losing?
First, my father (yes, despite the fact that everything had worked out between us, I was still counting him), my pack-my brothers, and now Bella.
I wondered who was next? The Cullens, maybe? They were the only ones who, so far, had showed their unwavering support to us. But, maybe this was short lived too?
"Jake," said Edward as he finally turned to look at me, but I couldn't meet his eyes. I was ashamed of my thoughts.
Quickly, before Edward could react to what I was doing I unhooked my seat belt, and clicked the door open. Flinging it open, I took off towards the forest I knew so well. I shimmied out of my pants as I felt the wolf prowling inside me, looking for an exit. Rapidly, I threw my shirt over my shoulders and before I knew it, I was running on all fours.
The exhilaration was incredible. The freedom and the power that came from running in this form was mind blowing. It had been so long since I had let my wolf out. I had forgotten how everything was in higher definition with my heightened senses. The sounds, the smells and the sights. Everything was so much clearer.
I ran till I felt compelled to stop. I wasn't sure why I was stopping but my paws slid to a natural stop. Swinging my monstrous head around, I tried to pick up on the cues that caused my abrupt stop. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I was close to the boundary lines that segregated the reservation from the rest of Forks. The invisible line that I, once thought separated Edward from my world and me from his. But, it wasn't the case anymore.
The lines had disappeared. There was nothing that stood in between Edward and I. In fact, we were closer than I had ever thought possible. We were one.
The huge Oregon White oak caught my eye. I stood watching it curiously for a couple of seconds. Something was very familiar with about this tree.
Shifting back to my human form, I stepped towards it cautiously, uncaring of my nudity. This forest has seen me naked more times than I could count. Being naked in the forest was something that always pleased me. It always reminded me of a simpler time. A time when man and nature were one.
I drew a sharp breath as I caught sight of the bark of the white oak. Engraved in the tree were two words that stole my breath and got my heart pumping erratically. "Ephraim Cullen."
This was...This was the name...
" The name you used at the airlines," came the soft velvety voice from behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Edward. My body hummed with awareness.
His feet were silent against the floor of the forest and I didn't hear him approach me until a cold arm slid around my waist. The fabric of his long sleeved shirt scratching my skin into awareness.
"Why?" I asked him silently.
"Engraved it while you were in Seattle," he said softly, pressing his chin onto my naked shoulder, "It's a mirror of the one in Chicago. Ephraim for your middle name and for the name we used in Chicago. Cullen, well for me and for the fact that you had claimed it as your own and for the hope that one day, it will be your last name. Or part of it, atleast."
My breath caught in my throat.
"Is this your way of proposing to me?" I asked softly and a little hoarsely when I finally found my voice again.
"No. This is just the way for me to tell you that I want everything for us, Jake. Everything. And marriage is one of them. I want you to know that there's no one else for me."
"Nor I," I replied softly because I knew he would hear me. Cold lips pressing against my shoulder were my answer. The zing of his body against mine was instantaneous. A dull thud against the grass near my bare feet made me look down. My clothes laid in a disorganized piled on the grass. He had taken the time to stop and collect them. I felt my insides melt ( as mushy and girly as that sounded) at his thoughtfulness.
Edward, for his part, pressed himself against me. Until we were chest to back, hip to hip. I could even, feel the tip of his shoes graze the back of my feet. Soft hair graze my ear lobe as he bent his head down to press an open mouthed kiss on my naked shoulder and I felt my insides tightened in anticipation. With the bond, it was easy for me to tell that I wasn't the only who wanted this to happen. In fact, I even had tangible proof. A proof that scraped the crease of my ass.
A small breathy moan escaped my lips.
Flannel covered arm tightened over my stomach chaffing the skin with pleasure, as he pulled me in closer. His denim clad erection tempted me as he pressed his hips forward. Unconsciously, I pushed back; trying to maximize the friction of his denim against my skin. The roughness of the material against my skin was exciting. I knew if we kept going that skin on my ass would be chaffed and it would be painful to sit, however, instead of scaring me, it excited me. The idea of being pleasured with pain made me harder than I already was.
Blunt edges of his incisors scraped the curve of my neck until he reached my ear, " Kinky, aren't you?" he whispered huskily and I responded by pressing my ass back into his erection.
"Edward," I breathed out, " please," as my eyes slid close with pleasure. He met my pushes with some of his own.
"Please what?" he growled as he flipped me around, like I weighed nothing into the bark of the tree. I whimpered at the loss of contact against my ass, but soon his groin was pressing against my leaking erection.
" Please what?" he growled again when I didn't answer him.
" I need you," I breathed out; looking at him from half lidded eyes. His face held a maniacal lust. He looked aggressive. Possessive.
Dark eyes were narrowed on my face as I arched my hips to meet his.
I knew I looked like a slut. But, that was exactly how I felt right now. Desperate for a fuck. A hard fuck.
Edward growled low in the back of this throat as he surely caught the thoughts in my head. I could not hide my thoughts from him when he fucked me. I was always so lost in the sensations that raged my body and lost all coherence. When I fucked him, it was different. I managed to keep the control and hide my thoughts from him; if needed.
"Hard," I whispered with a smirk. He answered with a snarl. His hands on my torso pushed me into the bark of the tree, hard enough for the tree to dig into my skin. He pressed his body onto mine with force and I gasped against his lips as the shavings of the tree dug and scraped my recently healed back.
His mouth devoured mine and I kissed him back with abandon. With everything I had. But, I needed more. With as much force as I could manage, considering the circumstances, I lifted my hips off the tree and against his straining erection. I needed some form of contact.
Ripping my lips away from his, I gasped; taking in a mouthful of air, " We're going to be late. Aren't we?"
Edward didn't answer, instead he focused all his attention on the skin joining my neck to my collarbone. When he bit into the skin, without piercing it, I gasped, "Edward... We're going to be late, aren't we?" a little breathlessly.
A cold tongue was licking at the bruised skin.
"Ed," I whined again.
"They'll just have to wait," he growled as black lusty eyes met mine again, and with that he pushed me into the bark of the tree again.
Another whimper escaped my mouth as the tree dug into my skin and Edward sunk down to his knees infront of me.
" I missed this," he whispered as dark eyes lifted up to meet mine again, " I missed you," the tip of his tongue darted out to lick the tart precum off the tip of my penis. I gasped; eyes still locked with his. " When I read your letter, I wanted to kill you," he whispered; lips close enough for me to feel them moving against my straining cock. " I couldn't believe you'd leave me," he whispered, black eyes wide as they held my stare.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. I felt a bead of sweat dripping down the back of my neck as pink lips parted to take the tip of my penis into his mouth. The sight of those lips stretched around me were breaking point for me. I arched into his mouth, pushing my cock inside the cold cavern; never stopping to think he would choke. I knew he couldn't. Could I get a hallelujah for vampires without a gag reflex?
Edward didn't stop me, but he did push my hips back against the tree; his lips following my cock like a magnet. He hollowed his cheeks and looked up at me as I reached out to tangle the fingers of my right hand into his bronze locks.
"Urg," I grunted. I was close. But, this wasn't how I wanted our first time in months to end.
Using my hold in his hair, I pulled his head away from my penis. My wet cock slipped out of his pink lips. Confused eyes looked up at me. Guess he wasn't reading my thoughts.
"Together," I croaked as I pulled him up.
He nodded and leaned in to kiss me thoroughly. The bitter taste of my own cum invaded my mouth as his tongue swiped into my mouth. I groaned around his mouth as cold fingers fumbled for something in his own pocket.
"Wha-" I started asking as I pulled away to look at him. He was removing a tube of lube from his pocket. Oh.
Edward smirked at me and I flushed; despite what we were doing here.
" You walking around with this now? Bit presumptuous aren't you?" I asked as I watched him dribble a huge amount on his fingers and himself.
"I'm sorry but," he said; I gasped as his fingers breached my hole, " why are you complaining again?"
"Shut up," I growled as I pushed down against his fingers. The burn in my ass was addictive. A cold hand pushed me back into the tree as my downward thrusts got too enthusiastic.
"Now. Please, Edward. Now," I whined as the tips of his fingers grazed my prostate, spreading a maddening heat through my body.
"Up," I whispered in a breath. His hands slid down my buttocks, his skin moved easily around my flesh from the lube as his fingers gripped my ass and lifted me up. Quickly, I tightened myself around him with both legs around his waist and waited for him to direct the hard cold steel of his erection into me.
My hands wound themselves into his locks as his cock found my entrance. Tightening my hold on the windblown hair, I gasped as he pushed through me; filling me completely. In a way that I hadn't been in a very long time. I was full. Complete. Once more.
The fullness, the weight and the rightness of having Edward inside me was indescribable. Around me, I could feel the shift in the air as our surroundings turned silver. The bond was being reactivated.
I grunted something and Edward pulled out before slamming back into me again, making me groan.
One of Edward's hands were against my chest as he pushed me into the tree, holding me upright as the other guided my hips to his, and kept them aligned. He growled and the sound waves resonated through me, and I grunted back at him.
Hips shifted and he rammed my prostate causing me to gasp out loud, arching my back off the bark. No longer caring that the shards of wood dug into my skin with every thrust. The hand, that was previously on my chest moved and pulled at my longish locks and dragged my head down to his so he could ravage my mouth. And while I opened my mouth to allow him a kiss, I couldn't go through the motions of the kiss. My lips were numb; my whole body was numb. The only sensations I had were in my ass where Edward pounded into me relentlessly. He pressed me into the trunk of the tree again, pinning me down with his own weight, ignoring my now weeping cock. Bonelessly, I grabbed at Edward. Hands tightening over the cold marble like skin. The pleasure of being claimed by my imprint and being branded as his again, washed and rose over me like the tide. I knew it would be a little while before that wave came crashing down with a roar in my ears, but for now, I allowed myself to be taken by Edward.
His rhythm was getting ragged; his thrusts erratic; his face animalistic as he pounded me into the tree, trying to reach his climax and bring me to mine.
My heart was roaring in my ears and I groaned as every thrust drummed against my prostate. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my release and fought against myself to keep my eyes on Edward's face.
The possessiveness and the animalistic pleasure that twisted his face were bewitching. His face was devilish, and yet as the drowning sun slid through the foliage of the forest, the rays of sunlight gave his skin an unearthly sheen that made him angelic. Pink lips parted to allow grunts to push through them.
I groaned as I felt the darkness threatening to explode behind my eyes. My cock throbbed painfully between my legs as my ass pulsed with Edward's rhythm.
Reaching in between us, I grabbed my cock, pulled, and twisted as I brought myself closer to myself closer to my release. Edward's head was buried in between my neck and my shoulder as he pounded into me relentlessly.
Fire ran through my veins as I found myself standing at the edge of the abyss. And as Edward's fingers dug into my hips, things unravelled simultaneously. I felt the fire exploding out of my cock in between our stomachs as I took the step forward and allowed myself to fall off the cliff and into the darkness. My eyes slid shut as I felt myself tightened around Edward. I gasped and cried out. Edward followed me two hard thrusts later. I felt something warm dribble on my back as Edward exploded inside me. The cold of his cum opposing the warmth that poured down my back.
Our bodies were locked together as we found ourselves surrounded by the magic that had bound us a few months ago. The bond was pulsing in and around us as the silver mist enveloped us again, like it had in Chicago.
There was a slight burn on my back as we leaned against each other. Edward's head rested in the crook my shoulder as I breathed in and out, trying to bring my heart rate down until he pulled back abruptly and snarled.
Confused, I stared at him as he leant forward again and ran his hand on my bare back. I hissed at the burn and squirmed under his touch.
"I hurt you," he growled, holding his fingers up for my inspection.
"You're not hungry, are you?" I asked, glancing down at the blood on his fingers. Dark eyes watched me. " No," he growled again, " don't get me wrong. You taste wonderful. Like an aphrodisiac, but I couldn't hurt you like that. I'm too selfish to do that. I couldn't lose you like that. Not again, Jake."
My face felt warmer at his words, "Then, what's the matter?" I asked.
"I hurt you," he whispered. Shamed welled up inside of me. An emotion that didn't belong to me.
"Eddy," I said, in hope of diffusing his bad humor, " I asked you to. I wanted you to. And besides, it doesn't hurt. I'm not hurt. I wanted it hard. And rough. You cannot blame yourself for trying to adhere to my wishes."
"Yes, but Jake," he said softly as he looked away from my face, " I'm your mate. I'm not supposed to hurt you..."
"This is a different kind of hurt, Edward," I tried to reason, " I would do it again in a heartbeat. But, I don't think we can make the council wait any longer. Not unless, you want the pack to come look for us," with a smile. Leaning in to peck him on the lips, I turned around presenting him my back.
"Clean it before it heals. It'll be less than a minute."
With the tips of his fingers, he caressed every scratch, and licked every dribble of blood as they seeped from my skin before pressing a chaste kiss on every wound after they closed. I felt tears prickled the back of my eyes at his gestures. How can he love me so much? I didn't even deserve it. No one ever loved me this much.
I choked on my emotions as gentle fingers caressed my skin in random patterns.
"I love you," I whispered as I rested my forehead against the bark of the white oak, the carving of our names visible out of the corner of my eye.
Author's Note:
Hello everyone,
I'd like to start off by apologizing for the delay in the updates. But, my creative juices have recently started flowing again, and I've been writing, so the updates might be a little slow. Please bear with me.
I don't know if I should apologize for the length of the chapter but I couldn't find a way to break it off into two. It didn't seem to make sense for me to do so. This is by far the longest chapter I've ever posted; so I hope you like it. Also, I hope you've enjoyed the multiple POVs.
Next up is the council meeting :O :D And as usual, I'd like to remind you to log in when you are reviewing. Please let me know how you liked it; it's a first for me ( the length of the chapter).
Until the next time,
Lisa
* Quote by Bruce Jenner, American Athlete