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Chapter 50 – The Definition of Non-Traditional
Eeeeegads! Are we really at chapter 50? FIFTY? WOW. This number conjures up so many images in my mind... most of them tied to a wonderful mercurial character in the best ff ever written...
So, in honour of my 50th chapter, and in an ode to Fifty Shades himself... Nessie and Jake take a chapter of their lives to demonstrate the definition of non-traditional.
Chapter Songs:
Single Ladies ~ Beyonce (Leah and Monica);
OMG ~ Usher (song 1 Jake and Nessie);
Sex on Fire ~ Kings of Leon (song 2 Jake and Nessie)
And finally, the one song that does not get heard at all in the chapter, but was the inspiration for the whole fucking thing...
Closer ~ Nine Inch Nails (for Jacob Black)
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive
Closer ~ Nine Inch Nails
RPOV
I smiled as Olivia pulled at her dress nervously for the fifth time since putting it on. She looked absolutely striking in the fitted little black number. It fit to her form like a second skin, falling to just a couple of inches above her knee, showing off a set of beautiful legs which she usually kept hidden. It wasn't overly sexy, seeing as it was long sleeved and had a scoop neck that only showed a hint of cleavage, but with the way it fit to her body and showcased her legs with the two and a half inch heels my Aunt Alice loaned her, it was definitely enough to push the modest boundaries she usually set for herself.
"You look amazing," I said quietly, smiling at her in the mirror as I slipped on my own three inch gold heels. My dress for the night was also quite short, a couple of inches shorter than Olivia's actually, short sleeved, with a deep plunging V in both the back and the front, an empire waist and a skirt that flowed away from my body, rather than clinging to it. My favourite part was that it was absolutely covered in light gold, shimmering sequins. Between the spa treatments Aunt Alice arranged for the girls and I earlier this afternoon, and this very flirty, sexy dress, I felt like a million dollars. I knew it was hard for Olivia to step out of her comfort zone with her outfit, but she looked like a knockout, and I wanted her to feel confident about herself for the night too.
"Thanks," she said shyly before smoothing the dress down her thighs once more. "Do you think Seth will like it?" she asked quietly while turning to the side and tucking her very tiny baby bump in a bit.
I chuckled under my breath. She actually sounded worried about his reaction. She really had no idea how beautiful she was. I spent every day of my life around some of the most beautiful creatures to walk the planet, and I was impressed by her quiet beauty. She never played it up. She told me that she didn't like the attention she got when she 'dressed to impress'. But the only person she was worried about impressing tonight was Seth, and I knew without a doubt that he was going to lose his mind once he finally laid eyes on her. I could only hope Jake would have the same kind of reaction when he saw me.
"I wouldn't tuck that in if I were you," I said to Olivia, shaking my head at the fact that she tried to tuck in her tummy. "You know that Seth loves seeing that little bump of yours."
She blushed a bit and nodded her head.
"Yeah, I know," she stated with a small smile.
She shook her head lightly at herself in the mirror and then walked over to where I was sitting, just putting on the finishing touches to my light make-up. She bent over and grabbed something out of the large purse she had brought with her. She didn't need to bring any clothes. Aunt Alice was supplying clothes for everyone for the night, including the guys, because the club had a dress code, and she wanted to make sure that everyone 'got in'. I shook my head at her when she mentioned the dress code. I had a feeling that our outfits had less to do with that, and more to do with the fact that Aunt Alice didn't get to pick any of the clothes for the wedding, than anything else. I was pretty sure this was her way of making up for the fact that she was merely consulted instead of conformed to for the wedding fashions – with the exception of my gown of course. I told Aunt Alice what I wanted, and she came back with a gown that exceeded my expectations – ten-fold.
"I have something for you," Olivia said, gently placing the box on my lap.
"You didn't have to get me anything," I murmured quietly, touched that she thought about getting me a gift.
"It's nothing that you and Leah didn't do for me, before Seth and I got married. It's traditional for the maid of honour to get the bride something for the wedding night," she said with a small smirk.
I laughed under my breath a bit, and nodded, remembering the small and quiet bachelorette night we had with her the night before her own wedding. I looked down at the tiny box and felt my brow furrow a bit. Even for a nightie, this box was awfully small...
I looked up and quirked an eyebrow at her while jiggling the box lightly in my hand.
She giggled and shook her head a bit.
"Alice 'saw' me making a decision to go shopping, and told me the wedding night was already taken care of... so I thought I'd get you something for tonight instead," she said quietly. "I have one in blue, and Seth liked it, so I thought Jake might too."
I slipped the little pink ribbon off of the black box and lifted the lid, inhaling a bit to take in the sweet scent of lavender that this store's packaging was always laden with. When I lifted the pink paper inside my eyebrows lifted and my eyes slid to Olivia's pink, but smugly smiling face.
"I'll wear mine if you wear yours," she said and raised her eyebrows.
I chuckled under my breath and nodded. I was definitely on board with that plan.
"Seth is going to go lose his mind over you tonight." I called out to her from behind the closet door where I was slipping my gift on under my dress. If I wasn't sure of it before, I was now. Olivia was a very sweet girl, but it seemed to me like she had a few naughty little surprises up her sleeve, just for Seth.
I heard her giggle breathlessly and then mutter so low that she probably thought I couldn't hear her, "I certainly hope so."
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"Okay, okay," Rachel said while waving her drink in front of her face dramatically, "enough! That's my little brother you guys are talking about! Just... no!"
I laughed and nodded my head, hoping Leah and Monica, Embry's girlfriend, would just let it drop. I knew it was a bachelorette party, but Rachel and Jake's other sister Rebecca, who had flown in just this evening, didn't look like they could stand one more minute of Leah's game of 'Never Have I Ever'.
For some reason, Leah thought it would be fun to play, and make all sorts of, erm, interesting declarations, but the answering always started with me. This latest round started with a statement about sex on or in a car... which we hadn't done. So, of course, I had to ask if making out on a motorcycle counted. It was ok until Leah started to ask for details to 'qualify' her answer. I wasn't really comfortable giving out details of what Jake and I did, but Monica pressed for more right along with Leah until both Rachel and Rebecca choked on their drinks and Rachel decided she didn't want to know anymore about what her brother and I had done earlier that afternoon on a bike in my parent's garage.
"Thank you," I mouthed to Rachel and rolled my eyes at Leah and Monica's disappointed faces.
"Let's dance," Rebecca said loudly, before hopping off of her stool and making her way over to the other side of our round table near the dance floor. "I'm not wasting this outfit on sitting here all night."
I laughed under my breath and shook my head a bit. Aunt Alice bought all of the girls' outfits for tonight, even Rebecca and Monica, although they weren't bridesmaids. And I had to say that every single one of us had probably never looked better. Jake might even be surprised at his sisters. They were both quite pretty. I know from pictures that they both look a lot like his mom, although Jake was the only one to inherit her most prominent beautiful feature; her dazzling smile.
I watched as Rebecca grabbed Rachel's hand and literally sashayed towards the dance floor. She might have been just a bit more full figured after having four kids, but she definitely knew how to work her curves to her advantage. I saw more than a few sets of eyes following the pair to the dance floor.
I put down my virgin cocktail and hopped off of my own stool, before helping Olivia off of hers. My Uncle Jasper had gotten me new ID that said I was twenty one, which I could definitely pass for dressed like I was tonight. So I could have ordered alcohol if I wanted to, but didn't really see the point. I knew from hearing Jake and the other wolves talk that in order for alcohol to have any effect on someone with a body temperature as high as ours, it would have to be really strong, or we'd have to drink a whole lot of it. I didn't care much anyway. I was just happy to be out, surrounded by happy people, in a fun place with good music and good friends.
As we made our way to the dance floor I peered around through the crowds to look for signs of Jake or any of the other guys. I frowned when I didn't see them. Jake and I had only been apart for a four or five hours, but I already missed him.
"What time did they say they were going to meet us here?" I asked Olivia loudly enough for her to hear me over the thumping of the bass.
She shrugged and looked around nervously. She was fiddling with her dress again, pulling it down and shying away from the crowds around us.
Oh no, I thought, I really should have seen this coming. She hates crowds. And she hates attention. And between the six of us girls, we were definitely getting a lot of attention. I looked around for the boys again, knowing that Olivia would be infinitely more comfortable with Seth by her side.
"I just got a text from Jake," Leah said to us while walking up to stand behind Olivia. She placed her hand on Olivia's shoulder as we walked, which seemed to relax her quite a bit. "They just got here. They're in the parking lot, but Jake says there's a bit of a line, so they might be a few minutes."
We both nodded, and although Olivia looked relieved, I felt nothing but excited and even a little bit nervous. I'd never really dressed like this before, much to my Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie's dismay, and probably to my father's delight. I just really hadn't had anywhere to go that I could wear a flirty and fun dress to. It wasn't like I went to a lot of parties or anything. But tonight was different. I knew I looked older, and all of the girls kept telling me that I looked good. Well, Leah said 'hot' and Monica said 'sexier than ever' so I guessed that Jake was in for a bit of a surprise.
I looked around as we took our place near the centre of the floor and tentatively started to dance to the music. I glanced around a bit, trying to get a feel for how people danced in a place like this, and was a little surprised to see how people just seemed to let go and do whatever they wanted. There was a lot of alcohol flowing through the club, and I knew that humans were a lot less inhibited after a few drinks, but wow. There was just all sorts of... movement going on, for lack of a better word. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it; no one was doing the same thing as any one other person, group or couple, but there was one thing each and every one of the dancers had in common. No matter what they were doing, or who they were dancing with, the underlying message was always something provocative. Hips swayed, legs dipped, locked and rotated, and hands... hands were anywhere and everywhere. Some slid their hands up their own bodies, over the curve of their hips, or wove them up into their hair. Others used their hands as their own form of physical expression, tossing them around, swirling wrists, pointing fingers – whatever it took to demonstrate their own interpretation of the music through their bodies. But always, without exception, the movement was pretty provocative.
I listened to the lyrics and let the bass and backbeat guide my own movements. It wasn't like I was a stranger to dancing – no, I had danced plenty of times, and as a half-vampire I knew I had superior rhythm and coordination. But I'd never danced in this kind of setting before. The club was hot – both literally and figuratively. The people in it were dressed to get attention from the opposite sex. The ladies were showing off as much skin as possible, and working their curves in very tight outfits and high heels. The men were dressed in tighter shirts, to show off their physiques, well-fitted jeans or dark pants, and expensive shoes. And the atmosphere was – electric. People were happy and excited, everyone was there to have a good time... and, it seemed, to snag the attention of a lucky member of the opposite sex. Quite simply put, Uncle Jasper would probably have lost his mind in a place like this because the amount of lust and general wantonness in the club was enough to make the air feel thick with it. You could practically cut the sexual tension in the room with a knife.
"This place is amazing, isn't it?" Rachel yelled in my ear over the music as she dipped and swayed her hips to the beat. The song began to change at that moment from the deep and pulsing bass of the last one, to something a bit lighter and faster. I heard a general cheer from what seemed to be only the ladies in the club. I was confused about that for just a second, until I recognized the new song as one the single ladies in the crowd would most definitely enjoy.
I smiled in Rachel's direction and felt myself begin to relax. I liked the feeling of being in a place like this; where you could just let yourself go, get lost in the music and let your emotions guide you. I peered over at Olivia's tentatively dancing form just in time to see her glance at me with a shy smile, and then nod toward the centre of our little group. I turned my head to see what she was nodding at.
I swayed my hips a bit more than I was before, and giggled under my breath at Leah and Monica who were literally hanging off of each other, belting out the lyrics to the single ladies anthem like they were written specifically for them. They bumped hips, ground into each other and shook their fingers and their asses like they were having the time of their lives, while the rest of us married or soon to be married girls danced around them in a tight little circle, laughing at their over the top antics.
When the song ended it morphed into another one with a bit of a slower and deeper beat. I didn't listen to a lot of the songs that would be played in a club like this, so I had no idea what the song was, but based on the lyrics it was all about a guy seeing a girl in a club and falling in love at first sight. I took a page out of Leah and Monica's book and began dancing with Olivia, who suddenly seemed a lot more relaxed. I smiled widely at her new found confidence while we swayed and popped our hips together to the beat. Jake's sisters laughed and danced together too, about a foot away from us.
I noticed that the women in the club seemed to be over their moment of 'girl power' and a lot of them had found a man to move with for this song. Some were paired up with the same ones as before, others with new guys altogether. I was trying to nonchalantly observe one couple, who were all over each other, grinding their hips together, hands roaming all over each other's bodies and were even kissing like they were the only ones in the room. I was a bit surprised when I realized that they were basically 'having at it' on the dance floor.
I turned my head as soon as I realized that I was probably intruding on what should be a private moment, in a very public place, and was met by the blue-eyed gaze of a light-skinned man with dark hair. He was standing quite close to where Olivia and I were, only about a foot or so away. He startled me a bit because he was staring right at me. Well, not staring at me, per say, it was more like leering. He was pretending to dance to the beat while taking the opportunity to let his eyes roam all over my body, like he was undressing me where we stood.
Not only that, but he had a friend, who was slightly shorter than him with the same colour hair and brown eyes, who sidled up along-side Olivia and was busy mouthing the lyrics of the song to her trying to get her to dance with him. I think it was an attempt to pick her up by flattering her, but honestly, even though both of the guys were nice enough looking, this guy was totally uncoordinated, and didn't even know all of the words. Whereas the guy that was getting too close to me, reeked of heavy cologne and had latched his gaze on to my legs. He was practically drooling.
Eww, I thought as the taller one next to me tried to weasel his way between Olivia and me. I shuffled over a bit to the right, and away from him, while looking to the other girls for help. They were wearing matching expressions of general disgust, but they were all chuckling at us at the same time.
I huffed in annoyance and shuffled a bit further, trying to subtly give him the picture that I wasn't interested.
"Oh, come on beautiful, just one dance," he said as he wandered closer yet. "I swear I'll show you all my best moves," he said while gyrating his hips in a lewd way. He reached out his hand and brushed a finger from my sleeve to my elbow as he did. I shuddered, shook my head and looked away.
Ugh, God, that's just... no.
This guy was starting to make me nervous. I glanced down at Olivia as I did, positive that she would be really uncomfortable with these guys and their leering eyes too, but I was shocked to find that she wasn't worried at all. She was still dancing and looking up at me with a small smirk, of all things, on her face. She wiggled her eyebrows a bit and then glanced pointedly to my right and behind me at something. I decided to humour her and turned as I danced to see what she was looking at.
And what I saw made my jaw drop nearly to the floor. Because right behind me, less than ten feet away and getting closer by the second, were our boys. The group of dancers on the floor between them and us literally seemed to part around them. Men seemed intimidated by the sheer size of the tall, brawny and dark quartet, and women merely gawked, although a few did try to grab their attention with a comment or a hand on the arm of one or another of them. But they were men on a mission, and didn't pay any attention to the would-be distractions.
Suddenly, I found myself relating to the lyrics of the song and wanting to chant them in the ear of the tanned, muscular and oh-so-fine specimen of a man making his way towards the centre of the club to find me.
"Oh myyyy gosh," I sang lightly along with the music, and took a moment to really take him in with my eyes.
I love you, Aunt Alice. I love you, Aunt Alice. I love you, Aunt Alice. I heard the recesses of my mind chant, as the rest of it was reduced to a hot and steamy puddle of desire because –
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh... oh my gosh...
I thought again, chanting the song lyrics internally this time while I moved my hips a bit to the beat.
Jake was wearing all black, in low slung, fitted jeans to show off his muscular thighs. His designer shirt was fitted. No, scrap that, not fitted, it was downright tight in a very good way, literally clinging to every muscle of his broad chest and toned stomach, showing off every inch of his rock hard and well cut physique. His thick black hair had been trimmed this afternoon and was at the perfect length, short in the back, but long enough on top to be tousled just a bit...
Or for me to run my fingers through... or for me to grab on to while I kissed him... or for me to pull while I did other, much more interesting things...
But the best part – better than any of the rest, was his eyes.
His dark eyes were like liquid hot coals trained on my moving form as he closed the gap between us, slowly roaming over my body, setting my skin ablaze with every inch that they touched.He started from the ground up, lingering on my thighs and breasts, until his eyes met my own – and he was standing not a foot away from where I was. They burned and blazed, and lit me up from the inside out. I was igniting for him like a match that had just been struck. One look and I burst into flame.
Oh myyyy gosh... I chanted to myself again, as I realized what he was doing. The whole time he made his way toward me, his eyes stayed locked on my form. Never, not once, did they waiver. His gaze was hot and his expression serious. He was focused on me, letting everyone in his vicinity, and in mine, know who he was coming for. He was literally claiming me with his eyes.
And I loved every single second of it.
Ohhhh God, Jake, I thought, and let my body's reaction to his stare flood my mind and take over all of my senses.
I was transfixed – lost to him.
I heard the other two guys scoff and make some sort of off-handed remarks about Olivia and me turning them down when our boys finally reached us.
But I didn't catch an actual word of what they said, because Jake chose that exact moment to slide one of his legs between my own and rest his large hands on my hips, pulling me in and lining our bodies up so that every hot and hard inch of him was pressed up against me, save for my face, which was literally an inch from his own. I could feel the heat from his warm-vanilla breath washing over my lips. I wanted to say something, but found I couldn't speak because I was still locked in his hot stare, and with his body pressed up against mine, and the way it made the fire in my very core erupt, I was afraid it would come out as a moan instead.
He didn't speak. Didn't lower his gaze. Didn't greet me in any way.
He just... took me.
And then he started to move.
We were in a slower part of the song, so, with his hands on my hips, he began to sway in the most delicious way, pressing his hips into me and grinding us together where our bodies needed it most – his hot, thick and hard pressed up against my soft, warm and wet. I ran my hands up his arms to rest on the back of his neck, holding on for dear life, because I was sure that if I didn't, I would literally melt into a hot mess in his arms and slither to the floor.
I felt myself flood with heat from head to toe as the beat changed and picked up a bit, and he began popping his hips a bit in time with the back beat... and mine too.
My body reacted with pleasure, every time his hard heat rubbed up against me, it made the tension in my belly begin to stir... and get hotter, and tighter – with every sway, dip, roll or pop of his hips.
His rhythm and timing were perfect. He was hitting each and every beat as if on cue. To the others in the club it would probably seem like he had some kind of training. I knew differently though. This was part of his essential wolf make-up; they were just as coordinated as vampires. But I also knew, more than anyone else, that no one could move like Jake.
He rolled his hips into me again, this time while leaning in to suck on my neck in a way that might leave a mark. Aunt Alice was going to throw a fit over that... but I really couldn't bring myself to care at the moment. And it seemed like Jake didn't either.
I gasped when I felt him twitch against my hip through his pants, and then felt the corner of my mouth lift into a smirk.
I loved that I could do that to him. Here we were in a place filled with beautiful women, all looking for a gorgeous guy just like him to give their attention to... and he wanted me.
"Oh yeah, baby," I whispered near his ear, knowing that he would hear me despite the loud music and suddenly, I found myself again. My shaky limbs and the rest of my desperately turned on body once again became my own. I heard him hum lightly under his breath as he leaned in to place a slow, hot and wet kiss on my neck while we moved.
I smiled.
I liked this little game... and I wanted to play too.
So with the next change in beat, I rocked my hips into his at the same time as he rocked in to me. I heard him growl under his breath at the pressure, just as I whimpered, but neither of us stopped moving against each other. If anything, we pressed harder and rolled a bit deeper together.
"Fuck," I heard Jake mumble in my ear. His breath was hot and ragged. His tongue wet and warm as it flicked out to graze that spot behind my ear. The song was nearing its close and I decided to make the most of it. I ran my hands over his shirt, while kissing his neck and winding my hips in time with the beat.
"Close enough," I whispered in his ear, just as the song began to blend with another, much more familiar one.
"Closer would be better," he rumbled out in response, before reaching one his hands around toward the top curve of my ass, and pulling me in tighter, making me moan lightly in response.
His voice was... it was serious. I knew exactly where I had heard that undertone before. It was his alpha voice – strong, steady and commanding.
And I suddenly found myself very eager to obey.
I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head when the beat began to switch back and forth from the current song to the next, and Jake kept up perfect time and rhythm to the switch with his hips. His hips and length would pop into me quickly with the fast beat and then wind and grind into me torturously with the slow and sexy guitar riffs that came next.
Fast – pop, hard and sharp
Slow – grind, slow and deep
Fast – pop, hard and sharp
An open mouthed kiss on my jaw then my neck.
Fast – pop, hard and sharp
Slow – grind, slow and deep
A lick, suck and nibble on my collar bone.
Slow – grind, slow and deep
I was panting and writhing and completely at his mercy.
It was amazing to me that the DJ at the club was able to mix the two songs together as well as he did. The song that was ending was full of popping bass and jumpy back beat, while the next was a much slower and very different type of song, although it was still very sexy with more of a slow rolling bass and sharp, sexy guitar riffs dominating the beat.
I had no idea what this next song was about – nor did I care. I could hear the beat. I could feel it vibrate through my body. I knew there was a room full of people around us, including his sisters and our friends, but all of that was secondary. All I could see was Jake. All I could smell was Jake. All I could feel was Jake. As we moved his fingertips grazed my bare legs, slid across my ass, tickled every rib on my sides, and danced across the side swells of my breasts. They wove in my hair as he kissed my neck and whispered dirty lyrics from the song we were listening to in my ear. They held my waist firmly as he dipped me backward a bit and placed a light kiss at the top of my cleavage.
He was... just... everywhere.
Well, not everywhere... because there was one, very specific part of me that he wasn't... and that was starting to become a bit of a problem.
Somewhere in the back of my mind it registered that we should probably be a little less all over each other than we were, especially with our family and friends so close by, but, once again, I found that I just really couldn't bring myself to care.
There was a part of me that needed him this way and didn't care who was around to witness it. There were parts of my body, mind and soul that craved his possession of me – because that was exactly what he was doing. I had no misconceptions about that. This was about want and need and the desire to show every man in the place that I was his, and no one else's. I could feel it in the seriousness of his gaze, his movements, the way his body dominated mine from every angle, bending over, under, into and around me.
And my God did I want it. I wanted him to possess me; to take me and make me his.
I looked straight into his eyes and saw it there. The look. The animalistic look that told me that my sweet, loving Jake had momentarily left the building and my strong alpha-male was staking his claim.
I welcomed it.
It had been too long.
I wanted him.
All of him.
Now.
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Jacob Black POV
"You ready, man?" Embry asked as we entered the club. We had just finished up at the tattoo place. It took a little longer than we had originally planned, because the design I wanted was a bit more intricate than the artist thought based on the description I gave him over the phone when we booked our appointments. It was worth it though. It looked amazing. I couldn't wait for Nessie to see it on Saturday.
I chuckled under my breath and nodded. Apparently Embry had seen the outfit that the pixie got for Monica to wear tonight – and it was hot. He had been salivating over daydreams of her in it all afternoon. Monica told him the rest of the girls were wearing outfits just as hot as hers... but because Nessie was the bride, hers was the best. I was excited to see what she would be wearing tonight. It was her first time in a club, and I knew she was nervous, so I wanted her to feel confident and, you know, sexy too. It was her bachelorette party, she should feel sexy.
We made our way over to the bar. It was on a raised platform and so were the stools, so we decided we'd have a pretty good vantage point from there to look for the girls.
I stepped up onto the platform first, followed by Seth and Quil. Embry joined us last, and ordered a round of beers. It wasn't like we needed the alcohol, because it wouldn't affect any of us, but it would help us relax a bit and blend in.
I pulled on the cuffs of my shirt a bit, a little irritated at the long sleeves. I wasn't used to wearing button up shirts that were this fitted either.
Damn that pixie and her tight-ass shirts with sleeves, I thought wryly, and then shook my head at myself because I was really only slightly uncomfortable, and when I looked in the mirror after getting dressed earlier, even I had to admit that the shirt made me look good. It was fitted enough to show off the muscles in my chest and arms, and I knew Nessie liked those... so really it was ok. I'd definitely be ok with wearing this if she liked it.
And speaking of Nessie...
My eyes started to roam the dance floor, trying to get a glimpse of my girl. The place was huge, so I figured it might take a few minutes to spot them. Nessie wouldn't tell me much about her outfit, but she did say that she would be in gold. Seth was beside me craning his neck, probably trying to find Olivia. She hated crowds, so I was pretty sure Seth was anxious to get to her. She was always a lot calmer in Seth's presence.
I noticed Quil handing me a bottle from the corner of my eye and took it, while sweeping my eyes a little further up the dance floor. It didn't take long for me to figure out where they were. I felt Seth nudge me with his elbow from the right side, just as I spotted them.
"Holy shit," I heard Embry whisper from left at the same time.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion from then on in. I was having one of those movie moments, where life around you seems to slow and you've got tunnel vision. Sights and sounds around you dull, but everything about the image you're concentrating on sharpens.
I saw Olivia, who I only recognized because of her long black hair and tiny frame, just as she locked eyes with Seth. She was wearing a very tight and short black dress, that was a whole lot more revealing than anything I'd ever seen her in. She smiled and wigged her hips a bit in our direction. Seth moaned a 'fuck me' under his breath before literally gaping at her, mouth open like an idiot. I wouldn't have been surprised to see him drooling.
I heard Embry mumble a 'hell yeah' under his own breath as he spotted Monica and Leah bumping and grinding in skimpy little dresses and very high heels.
But none of that mattered to me. All of that barely even registered, just sort of stuck in the back of my mind, like white noise.
Because the only thing I could see that that moment was the gorgeous bronze haired beauty in the centre of the dance floor.
Her dress was gold, just like she said, and really sparkly, like, all over. It caught the light with every sway of her hips, every roll of her waist, every shift she made. There was light bouncing off of every single one of her curves.
And did I mention that it was short? Because it was. Like really fucking short.
Legs.
Creamy, smooth, pale, luminous, luscious legs.
Miles and miles of legswere on display. And she had these high strappy heels on, that lifted and tightened everything above them. I could see every muscle, every line of those shapely, perfectly sculpted legs from her toes, all the way up to just inches from her perky ass.
Goddamit. I fucking love those legs.
As Nessie moved, my eyes followed the sway of her legs - those beautiful legs that I loved wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, holding me to her...
She had been talking and laughing with Rachel a bit as she danced, but chose that moment to turn her attention to Olivia. Instead of talking with Olivia, she focused on dancing with her around Leah and Monica, who were at the centre of the group. Her back was still mostly to me, but I caught a glimpse of her profile when she swayed and turned with the music. It was just a glimpse, but it was enough.
I felt my eyes widen and jaw drop just a bit. The dress fit her body like a glove on top, falling over the curve of her waist, carving it out like sculpture. But the best part was the deep 'V' in the front. Even from the side and over thirty feet away I caught a glimpse of the inside swell of her full breast.
Good God, Ness.
It was perfection.
She was perfection, in a gold sparkly dress. And she was mine.
What the fuck I ever did to get so lucky was beyond me, but I certainly wasn't questioning it at that point.
I heard Quil laughing at the three of us as we stared and practically drooled over our girls. I knew he didn't get it. He didn't see the same things that we did when we looked at our girls, or any girl for that matter, because he would never have eyes for anyone but Claire. But he knew enough to know that Seth and I were goners for the night. Embry probably was too. He hadn't imprinted on Monica, but they'd been together for a while, and I knew he loved her. All three of us were standing there, just staring at our girls, open mouthed and probably looking like we were ready to catch flies.
Quil's laughter brought us back to reality and after we rolled our tongues back up and shoved them in our mouths we decided to sit back and enjoy the show for a while. The girls were having a great time, but they were dancing to one of those girlie songs about man-hating, so they didn't really need us right away. I kept my eyes trained on Nessie as I sipped my beer and listened as Embry talked to Seth about his new tattoo and Seth pretended to listen while keeping his eyes glued to Olivia's form. Quil seemed to be fine just sitting back and taking in the sights and sounds of the club. He was looking around with curiosity, but not interest. I was happy he made it tonight, but I knew he came just for me. Places, like this held no interest for him, because they had nothing to do with Claire. But he was my groomsman, so he came with me for the night, and it meant a lot to me that he was here.
After a couple of minutes the song changed and people on the dance floor began coupling up. I noticed Nessie glancing around with interest as she slid a bit closer to Olivia, because Leah and Monica were still dancing together and my sisters had paired up with each other too. She glanced to the side a bit and seemed to be focused on something for moment. I was curious about what she saw because she was looking at it so intently, so I tore my eyes away from her to glance in the direction that she was looking. What I saw made my lips curl up in a little smirk. She was watching a couple dancing together. They were pretty into it, connected everywhere their bodies could touch through clothes, and they were all over each other, dancing and kissing like they were the only people in the room.
So my girl is interested in a little bump and grind, huh? Yeah, I definitely think I'm up for that tonight.
I tilted back my beer, draining the last bit, and started making plans to approach her on the floor, when I heard Quil mutter something dryly from my right.
"Looks like you guys aren't the only ones enjoying the show."
I gripped the bottle in my hand a bit tighter and grimaced. I knew that the girls were getting a lot of attention tonight. I noticed it from the moment I laid eyes on the six of them. There were men all over the club glancing their way, making comments about them, and generally enjoying the view like we were. In a way I couldn't blame them. The girls all looked really good – none of them better than Nessie of course, she stood out from all the rest. And not just to me. There were men all over the club drooling over the 'hot redhead' in the centre of the dance floor.
I'm not gonna lie – it bothered me. A lot. After everything we'd been through in the last few months, with her being stalked, and then taken – and those disgusting leeches getting their hands on her – I was feeling more than a little protective of her. She was mine and no one should have had her in any way, except for me. Ever. I wasn't over that, not by a long shot, so I was prepared to feel possessive tonight. I knew I would. She was bound to attract a lot of attention. She was gorgeous even in her everyday jeans and t shirt, and knowing that she got a lot of attention just dressed like that, made it impossible for me to deny that she would be getting more than her fair share tonight. It was one of the reasons I had been a bit hesitant to do this... but Nessie wanted to, because she never had before, and it was her bachelorette party. She said she just wanted to do something 'normal'. So I agreed, of course, because I wanted this to be everything that she wanted. But I knew I'd have a hard time with her being out on display like this. We really hadn't gone anywhere since we'd gotten back and I just wasn't ready to share her yet. To be honest, I didn't think I'd ever want to. I could spend every day for the rest of my life with her, and no one else, and be the happiest man on earth. But that wasn't reasonable. And I knew it. Even so, I was glad that she was excited to meet up with us tonight. I knew I wouldn't have been ok with her doing something like this with just the girls... without me. If she was going to a club then I was going with her.
So here we were, all of us dressed in Alice's best, blending in and looking like we belonged. Except for Nessie, who looked like she could have just stepped off of some high-fashioned runway somewhere, in that dress, with her beautiful face, long straight bronze hair, and a body that supermodels would die for. Just like I knew she would.
So like I said, I was prepared for the looks, the comments, the attention. If I was just some random guy in the club that night, and not the lucky bastard that was going to get to marry her in just a day and half, I would have watched her all night, maybe even tried to talk with her before the night was over. It was what guys did in a place like this. I was prepared for that.
But nothing, nothing could have prepared me for what I felt when I lowered my gaze back to my beautiful girl on the dance floor.
Rage.
White, hot, jealous, possessive rage coursed through my veins at the sight of some dark haired, grease ball fucker approaching Nessie and trying to get her to dance with him.
I did not like the way he was looking at her. I knew that look. Every guy knew that look. He wasn't appreciating her beauty for what it was. He was practically undressing her with eyes. No, fuck that, dude was literally eye-fucking her as he stood there and tried to wedge himself between her and Olivia. He was way too close for comfort, both mine and Nessie's, judging by the expression on her face. And his douche of a friend was busy getting way too close to Olivia, mouthing something at her that had her looking over to Seth in a bit of a panic.
I knew Seth saw it at the same time I did because I heard him mutter a quiet, but scathing 'What the fuck?' under his breath when he saw the look of panic is his wife's eyes. She was fucking married and pregnant for God's sake, and Nessie was engaged, and those fuckers had to know it – they were both wearing their rings. It was probably why no one else had bothered to approach them up until that point. It was an unwritten rule among men – the good men, that is. Putting a ring on your girl's finger was the sign that she was taken. A very clear – you can look, but don't touch. She is not yours and never will be yours because you, unlucky fucker that you are, were too late and missed your chance, and now she's MINE.
And so we looked, and admired, maybe even commented and threw the 'taken' a smile or a wink from across the dance floor, but we didn't approach, and we certainly didn't do what these two repulsive mother fuckers were doing right now.
Nessie shifted away from the guy, obviously not interested, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. He shifted right with her. I watched with disgust and unconcealed anger as he mentioned something about showing her 'all of his best moves'.
My lips curled into a snarl with what he did next, because this was definitely crossing the line. As a matter of fact, the asshole practically signed his death warrant with it. I saw it coming before it even happened, and felt something shift within me as he did it. Something was brewing inside me. Something I had been holding back for a very long time, since the first moment she became mine. Something that I had barely been able to reign in over the past few months while she was being hunted and stalked - and when she was gone.
I felt my face smooth out and my shoulders drop back, as a rush of heat swept through me, up my spine and slowly unfurled into my skin and bones. It wasn't the regular heat, I was in no danger of losing my form and phasing. But I was losing control. The animal inside me did not like what he was seeing, some stupid, useless and disgusting mother fucker trying to take what was mine. Normal Jake might have gone over there, told the asshole to 'fuck off' in no uncertain terms, and moved his girl safely out of the way. But I could feel the change starting – feel my insides breaking apart, separating. Normal Jake was one part of me, usually the bigger part of my personality in my human form. But tonight, normal Jake was not the one that was going to make an appearance on that dance floor to get his girl.
Douche bag's arm lifted, his eyes roaming up her legs, my legs, and lingering on the space between her thighs near the bottom of her skirt. I knew what he was doing. He was imagining the Holy Grail at the apex of her thighs. MY space, MY heaven on earth.
Normal Jake growled, and rattled a bit in his cage. But I just straightened out further, lifting myself to my full height and honed my senses in on the debauchery in front of me.
His finger reached out.
Normal Jake drew up his fists, ready to rip the mother fucker's arm off, but he wasn't in control at the moment.
"Do it and die mother fucker," my mouth mumbled under my breath. It was involuntary. A little bit of normal Jake just seeping through to the surface.
Internally, I snapped at normal Jake with my teeth, using my sharp fangs to show him who was boss, and forced him back into is cage for the night.
I was waiting, letting the change settle in my bones. Letting the raw feelings of possession for my mate become my singular and primary focus. Letting the alpha in me settle in to my skin and bones in this form. There was no fur, no fangs, no seven foot tall wolf. But make no mistake, I was the alpha wolf tonight.
Douche bag's hips swung forward, invading Nessie's space and fucking dry humping the air around her.
I placed my beer bottle down on the counter behind me. The movement was silent and swift – stealth to a point that any human watching would have noticed that I was something 'else', not one of them.
I heard Seth to my left mutter 'Jake?' softly from my left. He noticed my movement with the bottle. He had to have. Quil and Embry probably did too. Their senses were all sharpened and trained to pick up that sort of thing.
But I didn't answer. Because 'Jake' wasn't there to do it at the moment. He was somewhere in there, somewhere under the alpha, but he wouldn't be making an appearance for the rest of the night.
And that's when the bastard did it. Right in front of my eyes.
He touched her.
MINE! I roared internally, as heat and possession and that white hot rage took over completely. I was seeing red, I was seeing red, I was seeing fucking red.
I felt the more familiar heat of my other form whisper up and down my spine at Nessie's reaction, because she shuddered away from him. But I controlled it. I wasn't a man answering to the call of the beast within. For tonight I was the animal, and I answered to no one.
NO, I thought darkly. She is a goddess; queen to my king. My woman shudders in pleasure only – pleasure she receives from ME.
I bristled and let the storm inside me take over. I felt it settle into every muscle and bone in my body. And just like that, all traces of the man in me were gone. The wolf was here – the animal had taken over and after months of people threatening to take away his reason for being he was here to take what was his.
Jake was nowhere to be seen.
I was Jacob Black, leader of my tribe, alpha of my pack and I was going to claim my queen and place her up on her throne where she belonged.
"We're done here," I ordered. Yes, fucking ordered. My tone left no room for argument. It was heavily laced with the alpha tone that my boys rarely heard, but knew only too well, and even in this form, had no choice but to obey.
Three beer bottles swiftly made their way to the counter, clunking softly as glass met granite. Three sets of feet swept forward as my men stopped on either side of me.
And with the first step I took, the four of us started to move. People parted on either side of us, making way for us to get through beside each other, through the thick throng of bodies between the bar and the centre of the dance floor. We were a solid wall of wolf, and nothing was going to break us up until we reached our goal.
My eyes and ears were focused solely on Nessie. I watched as she turned toward Olivia, a look of worry dancing across her face. But Olivia saw us first, and didn't respond to Nessie's worry. She was smirking, and nodding her head in our direction, alerting Nessie to the fact that she should turn around.
I stalked forward, my goal in sight. I knew my movements were smoother and a bit faster than they should have been in a room full of humans, but most of them were too drunk to make sense of it, or even remember what they had seen in the morning, so it wouldn't be a problem. And even if it was, I wouldn't have cared. The only thing I cared about was getting to my girl, my Nessie, and showing every fucker in that place that she was mine.
We were about ten feet away when Nessie swayed her hips to the music, trying to be inconspicuous, and turned while dancing to the rhythm of the song still blasting from the speakers. I watched as her eyes immediately locked on the four of us making our way toward them. Her movements faltered for half a second, while her breath pushed out in the tiniest huff and her jaw loosened, making her full shiny lips part just slightly.
I felt her eyes roam over me, and knew she was taking in my stance. Her eyes danced over my form, tracing over the lines of my body through my clothes, just like I had done with her the moment I first laid eyes on her tonight.
The wolf in me grew to about ten feet tall when I heard her mutter a quiet 'oh my gosh' right along with the music. Because I realized that her eyes danced over me with appreciation and I was officially the luckiest bastard alive at that moment.
I slowed my steps just a bit, and decided to return the favour – to let my beautiful girl know with my eyes just how much I appreciated her for the goddess she was. I started at her toes, painted with soft shimmering gold to match her dress, and made my way up every inch of her smooth creamy legs. I drank in the sight of the creamy white soft skin, laid over the curves of the muscles in her calves, the perfect angles of her knees, still softly bending as she danced, and then over the smooth planes of her perfectly toned thighs. I let my eyes wander up further, to the curves of her hips and the slope of her waist. Up, slowly up my gaze travelled, over the shimmering gold of her dress, shifting slightly as she moved to the warm valley between her soft breasts, over the perfect lines of her collar bone and her long, sweet neck, to her dark peach and pouty lips – and then locked on her eyes.
I saw her freeze, only two feet away from me at this point, and get locked in my gaze.
She knew. I could see that she knew that I was a man on a mission. I showed her with my eyes and I knew by her response that she could see I was coming for her – to take what was mine.
Help me, they commanded, nearly begging, but not quite. Jacob Black, alpha male, did not beg.
I closed the gap between us, keeping our eyes locked on each other's and asked my silent permission. I slid one leg between hers, hands falling to the curves of her hips, fingers wrapping around – and pulled her to me. I wasn't rough, but I wasn't gentle either. I felt our bodies line up, inch by heated inch her soft, warm form moulded to every line of my hot and now very hard body. Her breasts rested on my chest, her waist next to mine, her hip bones nestled between my own, and pressed my hard length right up between the apex of her thighs. Her dress shifted up an inch or two, sliding over the muscles in her thighs and my own, until we were lined up, right where I needed to be – right at the Holy Grail, the gateway to my heaven.
I didn't speak. She knew what I wanted. And I knew what I needed. I needed her permission. I needed her to show me, and all those other fuckers, including the douche bag not even two feet away, who she belonged to.
And then she did it. She whimpered, a sound so sweet and soft and sexy that it travelled straight to my dick, and made the animal roar in satisfaction as she literally melted into my arms.
Yes!
Mine.
All mine, motherfuckers.
Mine, mine, mine.
And then I nearly went insane with pride and lust and possession when I smelt just how much she approved. The sweet scent of her arousal, her peach and honey, filtered through the air between us. She wanted it.
YES, baby.
MINE.
I'm going to take, take, take... but you don't need to worry, because whatever I take, I'll give back, tenfold. You, my goddess, my beautiful, beautiful girl, will get everything you desire tonight.
I had my permission, her desire even, for the animal, instead of the man. So I took her, and everything she was offering. She was going to help me. She was the only one who could tame the animal in me. She knew that the only thing that would work to soothe the beast, was to submit to the animal.
And she did.
MINE.
I started to move.
The song had a quick beat that alternated with something slower at the chorus. I was all wolf reflexes and senses tonight. I matched the rhythm of my hips with the quick beat of the song, keeping up with it in a way that most human men wouldn't have a prayer of doing, and rocked her with me every step of the way. Her arms slid up to the back of my neck, her body wrapped just slightly tighter around me, and she let me move her against me.
I moved, not her.
MINE.
I ground my dick into her heat at the first sign of the slow chorus and moved my lips to her neck. I loved the feel of her thighs draped over mine, her hips under my hands, and the taste of her soft, sweet neck under my lips.
This was how it should be; her body over mine, her desire to be with me matching mine to do this to her.
MINE.
The rest of the song continued that way. I was so focused on her that I took no notice of anyone else around us, except for the others we were with. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see the looks of mild shock on the faces of my sisters, Monica and Olivia; but not from Leah or any of the guys. They were all regarding me with expressions of understanding. They all understood the animal, it lived in each and every one of them, but none more so than me. They got it. They knew how necessary it was for me to finally stake a public claim on my mate, and they did their best to distract the others while I did it. I'd have to thank them for that later.
But now – now it was time to focus on my girl. My fiancée. My own personal goddess.
Tonight was all about Nessie, and her alpha wolf.
The next thing that registered was the jolt of lust that shot through my entire body and then straight down to my dick, making it twitch against her as I smelled the rush of her desire while I sucked on her neck.
Nessie gasped when she felt me twitch against her and then whispered a soft and sexy 'Oh yeah, baby' in my ear.
Yes. Fuck yes.
I hummed in agreement, and kissed her neck where I had been sucking, making a silent promise to myself not to mark her. I wanted to... fuck did I ever want to... but not like that. Not with the wedding so close...
She must have liked the kiss because the next thing I knew she was rocking her hips against me, in perfect time with mine, to the beat.
Godfuckingdamit I thought I was going to lose it right then and there. She was enjoying this just as much as I was.
"Fuck," I muttered as I worked to get myself under control.
"Close enough," I heard Nessie mewl in my ear. Her hot breath tickled my ear, the top of my jaw and flowed down my neck.
No, baby. Not close enough. Not anywhere near close enough. I want closer. I want in. I want you.
"Closer would be better," I informed her. Because we both knew it would be.
I let my hands wander down from her hips to her ass, and pulled her up closer, trapping my hard length between her thighs, nestling right up against her sex and rolled my hips in a deep, slow and hard circle against hers.
I peeked up at her face to see her eyes roll back in head and felt the rush of heat and moisture that accompanied it, even through my pants and whatever she had on under that fuckhot dress.
When the first song came to a close, the one it blended into was slower, sexier and one we were both familiar with. I used the familiarity to my advantage, and began working her body like a fiddle, playing her lows and highs, strumming her strings until she was humming for me, the way only I knew how.
MINE.
I whispered the lyrics in her ear as I wound our hips on the down beat and ran fingertips slowly up her thigh from her knees to the hem of her dress. Her skin was like silk.
"You... your sex is on fire," I breathed, and meant every word. The heat between us was like an inferno, rolling off our body in waves as we ground our bodies into each other.
My hands slithered up to her hips, tracing over her curves from there, over her slim waist, to the sides of her breasts.
I forced my hands to slide in the opposite direction of where they wanted to go, and slid them around her back, away from her tempting chest and then up into her hair.
I wove them in tightly, grabbing hold of her and tilting her head back to whisper to her as we rolled and dipped our hips together, me in the lead, her following my every move with passion.
I lost it then, the animal won over in every sense. I needed her badly, and I needed her now. My hands roamed everywhere, over her back, her gorgeous ass, her waist. My mouth kissed her jaw, her neck, her collar bone, even the top of her breasts where they pooled together just under her breastbone. I was touching her in ways that some people might have seen as a violation in public, if it wasn't so clear to me and everyone else there that she was mine, and she wanted it as much as I did. And when I wasn't kissing her I was whispering the lyrics to her – the song was perfect for us, perfect for this moment.
And when the song was drawing to a close, I looked up at her, and confirmed that she was really willing to give me all of her. She was submitting to me tonight in every single way possible. Forget the club full of people, forget the wedding, forget waiting, forget tradition – fuck it... all of it.
I was going to have her. And she was going to give herself to me.
Now.
MINE.
The song ended abruptly, and with a searing and surprisingly soft kiss to her plump lips, I pulled back and took her hand. I barely noticed Seth as I nodded my goodbye and led Nessie through the crowd of people. I held her hand and pulled her close to me, behind the left side of my body, and walked straight through to the door.
Some of the people that had been watching us hooted or hollered at us as we left, it was obvious what we were leaving for. I knew I should have been concerned about that – embarrassed even. Jake would have been. But I wasn't.
Jacob Black was exactly the opposite of embarrassed. He was proud as fuck.
Look all you want, fuckers. She's leaving with me.
I led her straight out the back door and headed to my bike. The Harley was only built for one, but it didn't matter at that point. I turned toward her, gripped both sides of her waist firmly and lifted her onto the bike, sitting her at the back edge of the seat. I leaned in and kissed her jaw, letting my tongue flick out and taste her, before sliding on in front of her.
Her arms gripped me tightly around the waist, thighs pressed into mine. I ran my hands over them and gave them a squeeze. I could feel the heat of her sex behind me. I loved the feel of her pressed up against me, holding on tight, knowing that she was excited and willing to follow my lead.
I started the bike and we were off. You would think that the cool night air would have calmed me and brought me back down to reality, but in reality, it did the opposite. We were riding on the road, on the edge of the forest and that was my domain. The wolf in me was even more prevalent outdoors. I inhaled and smirked as I realized where I was, and where we were going next.
I took a sharp right, onto a small trail and into the forest. I'd come across the trail a million times over the years during patrols. It was the perfect place. I didn't have to drive for long until we got to a small clearing. The bike skidded to a stop. I cut the engine, kicked the stand down and rose off the bike to face my girl.
She swung one of her legs over the side of the bike and turned to face me. Our eyes locked and we burned.
I wasted no time from there on in. She was up for it, and I was going to make it good.
I closed the gap between us and kissed her hard. I dominated the entire thing, plundering her mouth with my tongue, nipping at her lips and grabbing at her hips roughly. I would have been worried about being too rough if she hadn't moaned in my mouth and I hadn't smelled the rush of peach and honey from between her thighs.
I felt her hands run over my chest, something that reminded me of what she was doing while we were dancing at the club, so I leaned back, broke the kiss and pulled off my shirt. She reached forward on her own, grabbed at the buckle on my belt and pulled me back to her.
I smirked and growled a bit at her eager response before leaning in to kiss her neck.
I wound into her as I kissed her, rubbing my length against her heat and groaning the feel of it. I felt her hands make quick work of my belt buckle, and my button fly. With one final move, she pushed them down and off and then my boxers were sliding down toward the forest floor. I stepped slightly to the side and out of them, toeing my shoes off at the same time, and then stood naked before her.
I leaned back and ran my hands up her arms to her neck. She was looking at me with unconcealed desire, want and love. It was just what I needed. This woman loved me – all of me. Man and wolf. I'd loved her as man, and now I was going to love her as a wolf. Her alpha... Jacob Black.
'Touch me," I said softly, but firmly.
She whimpered at my soft command, and did as she was asked.
I felt her soft, tiny, warm hand wrap around me and stroke lightly from the base, all the way up to the tip. She wound her wrist and rolled her thumb across the tip, making me hiss, before she made her way back down.
I lowered my lips and hands to her chest, slipping my fingers into the top of her dress and pulling it wide open from both sides, licking the valley between her breasts as they spilled out of her dress.
I let my hands wander to her legs, which were open and dangling over the edge of the bike as I sucked and licked on one of her delicious nipples.
Her soft skin tasted so good. I licked and sucked at her, running my fingertips up and down her thighs, barely grazing her sex at the top with every pass, as she continued to stroke me softly.
"Harder," I panted out around the nipple in my mouth, when her soft touch wasn't enough. She complied immediately. And I fucking loved that she did.
Ung, that's it baby. Fuck, I love you. Yes, Nessie. Yes, baby... FUCK.
With the next pass up her legs I gently pushed her thighs open a bit wider and slid one hand up to cup her sex. She was hot... God was she ever fucking hot... and wet. The lace of her thong was drenched.
Thong?
And that's when I fucking realized what she had on under that dress. I pulled my mouth away from her and glanced down to where my fingers were playing across her bare lips and took in the sight of my heaven, the Holy motherfucking Grail, clad in only a black lace thong.
I glanced up to her face. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes were heavy with lust and her expression told me all I needed to know.
I loved the thong – fuck did I ever love it – and I would get her another one so she could show her fantastic ass off in it to me later, but for now, that thing had to go.
So quickly it made her gasp, I slipped my fingers underneath the tiny scrap of fabric and pulled, ripping it clean off her body and tossing it to the forest floor.
As soon as it hit the ground I placed a hand over hers, stilling her movements and looked her straight in the eye. I gripped her right leg and brought it up and over the bike, then let it drop softly to the ground, so that she was straddling the seat backwards. I climbed on in front of her, and ran my hands from her hips up to her ribs as I kissed her sweet lips. Peach, honey and Nessie filled my mouth and my mind. I could taste her sweet mouth, smell her arousal and feel the heat from her sex just inches from my aching length.
"I need you," I panted into her mouth as I kissed her, and then groaned in fucking despair, as I realized that I couldn't have her.
Fuck. FUCK my life and the lack of a fucking condom. I need her – and I need her now.
My inner wolf was screaming and howling at me to just take her. She was mine. She would be my wife in less than two days. I needed to have her, mark her as my own. Not wanted, needed.
Fuuuuuuck.
And then I heard the sweetest words ever whispered in the history of mankind, come from the sweetest set of lips, on the most beautiful woman ever to walk to the planet.
"Take me, Jacob," she whispered into my mouth, and shifted so that my hardness was nestled right against her hot, dripping sex.
"Like this, right now," she whispered.
I growled loudly in frustration against her neck, because I was so torn. It was irresponsible, and I knew it... but I needed her so much... and I still couldn't bring myself to do it.
It fucking hurt to stop myself at this point... but, fuck!
"Please, Jacob..." she whispered, and then whined.
Oh God, she fucking whined.
It was a high pitched and desperate sound. And the need, fuck the need in her voice when she begged and in that one high-pitched plea... it was my undoing.
Small hands against my chest, accompanied by a vision were what came next.
Take me, I'm yours, she whispered to me in her mind, followed by the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my whole life. A vision of her and I, here, on this bike, in the middle of the forest, me sliding into her, her back arching beneath me as she cried out into the night.
The animal in me roared. She wanted me, me.
Take. Mine. Take. Mine. Take.
I groaned... and gave in when I realized that it wasn't just me that needed this.
I love you, I need you, I love you, thought as I pressed my chest into hers and planted my feet.
I leaned into her until she was lying flat with her back against the handle bars and slid my hands down her thighs to her knees, before wrapping her calves around my waist.
She brought her arms around my back and let her knees fall open, as wide as they would go, inviting me in.
I lowered my lips to her, taking her bottom one between mine, pressing the plump softness between my own, and slid my arms under her between her back and the handle bars, my hands curling around her shoulders.
I lifted my lips from hers until they were just barely touching, gently skimming across one another, and we were breathing each other's panted breaths.
I shifted my hips, felt myself line up with her entrance, and then slowly, slid into her heaven.
We both gasped in pleasure as our bodies came together inch by inch. It had never been like this before.
She was so hot and soft and tight. I pushed slowly but firmly against the amazing fucking pressure surrounding me. I could feel every millimetre of her soft, slick heat slide over me.
I felt like I was dipping into a warm pot of honey, but it was wrapping around me, everywhere. I'd never felt the inside of her body like this – the heat was hotter, the pressure seemed to drive deeper and the slickness of her...
I swear to God, it was like everything in my world was sliding and locking into place. Everything God and Fate had planned was aligning. She was completing me in every sense of the word. I was far from perfect. I was flawed and fucked up. I'd made mistakes. But she wanted me, like this, with her, claiming her absolutely.
Slowly, nearly dying with the sensation of heat as I coated my hard aching length in her, I pushed... she pulled me in with her legs... until finally... ugh, Godfuckingdamit... I was all the way in.
The sensation that coursed through me, at being buried in her body - her beautiful, warm, snug, wet body - was overwhelming.
Nothing else mattered. Nothing. It was just me and her. She was mine. NO ONE would ever feel this but me.
"Jacob," she mewled beneath me and then lifted her head to kiss me.
"Ness," I moaned back and then I began to move.
Heat flamed and flared from my length, all the way up and through my body with every slow and deep thrust. I wasn't taking it easy, I was driving as deep as I could go, trying to bury as much of my body within hers as possible. I kept my upper body wrapped firmly around hers, pulling her to me, squeezing her, needing to touch and claim as much of her as possible. The bike rocked beneath us with every movement.
I kissed her neck and cried out with pleasure, as did she, when she dug her heels into the backs of my thighs, pushing me farther forward, deeper, further, hotter, more... every millimetre of her that I touched inside was like a victory.
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, you belong to Jacob fucking Black, I chanted to myself as I rocked us rhythmically, relentlessly.
My body was tense, the coil in my gut tightened almost to its breaking point, and I was aching, aching to explode, but not without her. No, she would never be left wanting for anything, I would make sure of that.
"Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours, yours..." I heard her whisper and whine as we rocked together. I wasn't sure if I was chanting out loud before, or if she had reversed her gift and was reading my thoughts, but she was answering my claim and submitting to it completely – and that was when I fell off the edge.
I growled loudly in satisfaction as I gripped her shoulders, dug my heels into the ground and thrust so hard that the bike rocked forward a good six inches under us.
"OH!" she cried and I felt her body quiver and tense around me.
The light quivering around my length sent the sweetest vibrations all the way through and so deep I swear I could feel it in my balls. But I groaned and grit my teeth, ignored the sharp tightening of my gut and thrust into her again, and again and again, even deeper and harder until finally, her thighs clamped down around my hips, her heels pressed into my ass, holding me firmly, keeping me buried deep within her as she arched her back, dug her nails into my shoulders, threw her head back and contracted around me so hard that I couldn't hold off any more.
"JACOB!" she cried out loudly.
"NESS!" I cried back and then froze, going rigid from head to toe as I felt the coil in my gut reach it's breaking point, snap, and everything that I had been holding inside, all of me, my love, my life, my very soul, seemed to pour out of me and into her. I saw blinding white light and lost all sense of anything else except her.
She gasped and flattened her palms. I shuddered and collapsed forward, gripping the handle bars for support so I didn't crush her, as I saw a vision of what it was like for her, to accept what I was giving her.
Heat, and warmth and an overall feeling of overwhelming love, crashed over her in waves as the warmth from me spread through her belly. I saw deep reds, vibrant yellows and gold swirl around a picture of us entwined together – it was joy, love and passion all rolled into one. I shook my head into her neck and kissed it softly, whispering I love you, over and over again.
When I finally came to my senses and realized that I still had Nessie, my beautiful girl, the most precious and important thing to me ever, laid over the handle bars of the bike. I leaned back slowly and pulled her up with me. I felt myself slip out of her and my heart dropped a bit at the loss of the connection. But it didn't matter. What mattered now was her. She gave me everything, all of herself, every single last piece and now I was going to take care of her.
I shifted her so that she was lying cradled in my arms and felt her snuggle up against my chest. I held her close and kissed her hair, her temples, her forehead and lips lightly until her eyes fluttered open to look at me.
"I love you," I whispered to her, "I love you so much."
I didn't know what else to say. She loved all of me tonight. She was incredible, and much, much more than I ever deserved.
"I love you too," she whispered back and then kissed my bare chest, right over my heart.
"Can you sit?" I managed to choke out. The alpha wolf was receding, after having staked his claim, and Jake, the softer, more protective side of me, was resurfacing. The immense amount of love and gratitude for what she had done for me tonight was crashing over me in strong waves.
I needed to take care of her. She took care of me, now I would give back ten-fold, as promised.
She nodded weakly and I shifted to sit her gently on the seat and slid off the bike. I grabbed my pants and tossed them on in a hurry, followed by my shoes, but left everything else where it was. I was covered enough to drive her home. That was all that mattered.
I gently picked her up from where she was sitting and held her in my arms as I straddled the bike once again. I tucked her into my shoulder and settled her on my lap. We were only about a half hour ride from the cottage, if we drove down the path through the woods.
"Rest, baby. I'm taking us home," I whispered as she tried to straighten herself out. I guess she wanted to ride on the back of the bike, but I couldn't let her do that. I needed to hold her and take care of her – starting right now.
She nodded weakly and settled in for the drive.
Both houses were dark when I drove up to the cottage. The Cullens were out hunting tonight, because all of the guests were coming in tomorrow for the rehearsal dinner, which gave us privacy.
I carried her in to the cottage and brought us straight to her bed. I undressed her slowly and carefully, and then rolled her over on her stomach gently to check her back and neck to make sure that she wasn't bruised. Her skin was soft, creamy and smooth, without a mark on it. She sighed when I pulled back the covers and settled her in on her pillow, nestling herself in for the night. I undressed quickly and settled in beside her, pulling her soft, warm body high into my chest, just like I had every night for months. I wrapped my arms around her and whispered how much I loved her in her ear as she drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
I didn't rest with her. I lay there and used my fingertips to stroke her cheek, her jaw, her arm, her hip and finally her belly, where I knew a piece of me was still with her, inside her. I breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of us, into my lungs. The air around us was saturated with it. I had never felt more loved and honoured in my entire life.
I knew that what we'd done tonight had brought us closer, but I couldn't help but want her even more after that.
I loved her so much.
She was perfect.
She was everything.
And she was mine.
Thanks for reading.
~Hitchy
