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Chapter Fifty
Point of View: Jacob
Nervous, check. Intimidated, check. Insecure, a little. Overwhelmed, extremely. Madly in love, uh-huh, and beyond all reasonable expectation too. In the middle of my room we stood – just my vampire and I. He gave me crooked little smirk as his red eyes shone in the dim light as he flicked each one of his buttons undone on his black dress shirt.
I didn't know what kind of king I was, but on my first day as one I had ordered over a hundred immediate deaths – all red eyed vampires. Treason was not something I was about to let them get away with. I don't care about their reasons or justifications for fighting for my father; the fact remains that they were going to sit back and watch their princes die or try and kill them themselves. Not an ounce of mercy was shown and not a fuck was given when I watched each and everyone of them die by the wolves. Then again, every leech that hung back or retreated and refused my father's orders was spared. Okay, so maybe a little mercy was shown.
My imprint let his shirt slip from his shoulders and to the floor. My eyes trailed along the smooth line of his clavicle, catching sight of the 'J' pendant, and continuing to roam their way down his chest and past his navel to the crotch of his slacks that hung low on his hips. My hands itched to remove them and I took a step forward, yet my vampire took a step back – his smirk broadening. "Not so fast." He breathed. "Remove your shirt. Slowly."
I had ordered that my father be taken to purgatory and he had screamed at the wolves to kill me when the vampires would not. Five familiar wolves came barreling forward through the crowd. They came no where near me, though snapped and snarled at my father as Emmett and Jasper each grabbed an arm to pull him to his feet. The wolves nipped harshly at his flesh and tore at his clothes until I told Jared, Embry, Quil, Seth, and Brady to stop. A chill went through when I realized Paul was missing. "It's okay." Edward had quickly informed me. "He wanted to be with Ryan through this."
Crossing my arms at the hem of my shirt I held onto the material and as instructed I slowly lifted the shirt up my torso, over my chest and past my head to drop it on the floor like Edward had his shirt. My vampire licked his lips and bit his bottom lip as he eyed my skin lustfully – the bulge in his slacks growing. "Now your pants." Edward breathily demanded.
I let a few of the amber eyed vampires explain how Edward had either found them as nomads or came to them while a part of the army to explain his situation. His story seemed unbelievable, they had said. "A vampire and a wolf – mates? Impossible, right?" Another added. "But we believed him and we all chose to fight along side him." Also, by Edward's request they respectfully picked up his dietary habits as well, though mainly because he wanted a simple indicator of who was who when it came to the fight today.
I popped the metallic button of my jeans open and unzipped the zipper. "Keep going." My vampire whispered as he rubbed his hand against himself. I hooked my thumbs under the material and pushed both my pants and boxers down. Stepping out of them once they reached the floor I shoved them aside with my bare foot, my cock at full attention. "Touch yourself."
Edward explained that with reading minds he found it easy to figure out who he could trust and who he couldn't. The red eyed leeches were all people he knew would sooner stab him in the back to gain ground with the king than help with any sort of plan. As for the all the others he said he trusted them with his life. One spoke up and asked what I was going to do with them. A scowl crossed my face. "What do you mean, 'do with you'? You aren't cattle. If you want to go, then go, if you want to stay, then stay – there's more than enough room, and even paid work if you need it."
I wrapped my copper hand around my needy dick and gave it a good stroke while I dragged my thumb over my weeping slit and swirled the wetness around my tip. "Your pants, off." I sighed my order, my eyes half lidded. Edward continued to palm himself as he unhooked the gray button of his slacks and only removed his hand from his crotch when he worked the zipper.
Many vampire's left and many stayed. To the one's who stayed I felt extremely indebted to – they saved my ass and I was nothing but a snotty prince they had probably all read about in the paper, and now they were willing to live and work along side me. A thank you simply didn't cut it - because of all these vampires, wolves, and especially Edward I was alive and so was my son. I had no clue how to repay any of them. I don't think I ever could.
Edward pushed his pants down along with his boxer-briefs and just like I had he stepped out of them and moved them aside with a foot. My vampire pressed a pale hand to his paler cock and pumped himself in time with my hand. Again he licked his lips, his eyes on my shaft, and my eyes on his. "I want you so badly, Jake." The way he said my name was a cross between a whine and a moan. It was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard.
Giving the wolves back their positions I instructed a few of the guards to show each vampire to a room they could have. The pack came to me after, excluding Paul, though not excluding Jared and they talked about how they and all the wolves were removed from the palace the other day. By kings orders they were escorted to the Olympics by vampires but were stunned to be greeted by Edward. He went through everything with them, from why he faked his to death, to what the king was planning and what needed to be done to keep me alive.
I took a step closer to my vampire. "The bed." I barely whispered as the thought of sex with my imprint took my mind by storm. He moved a little closer to me and with some slight reluctance he dropped his hand as he brought his eyes to mine. I didn't hesitate – my hand left myself and I grabbed for my vampire, pulling him to me and pressing my lips roughly against his.
I went with Jasper and Emmett to escort my father and his mangled leg to purgatory. It was a little awkward to carry, but I had angrily ripped his bolted down throne from it's spot as I insisted that he couldn't possibly part with it after all these years. Besides, I wanted him to fucking die in it – it would only be fitting. I cuffed him in the chains I had hung from as he blubbered like a buffoon as he wailed something along the lines of 'I'm your father, you wouldn't really kill me would you?' to that I responded "I hope you understand one day that power is much more important than lineage." I then turned to my blonde vampire, a man I would have been proud to call my dad. "Jasper, break each finger, but not once, not twice, not even three times - break them until his bones are nothing but fucking mush. After, do as you please, and as slow as you please, just make sure his last breath is on that chair." I had never seen such a beautiful smile grace Jasper's features before as he nodded in compliance.
My hands dug into Edward's hair and his my back as we tripped up the steps to my bed while not daring to open our eyes or part our lips. With my imprint in my grasp and his mouth to mine the world seemed to melt away. Being a fucking king meant nothing, him being anything other than my Edward meant nothing – the only thing that mattered between us was the fact that I loved this boy with everything I damn well have and I think he's made it pretty clear he feels the exact same way. Did I deserve it? Not a fucking chance. Would I ever take it for granted? Not a fucking chance.
When I got back to my room Ryan, Paul and Riley were tucked safely in my nook. Riley was sitting on one end of my sofa, Paul on the other with Ryan cradled in his arms and a blanket wrapped around him. The wolf was quick to hush Edward and I, claiming that my pup had just fallen asleep after quite the tearful fit. My vampire sat beside Paul and held his arms out to him. The wolf carefully passed Ryan over and Edward snuggled him close while he mumbled sweet little nothings quietly to our son.
We tumbled onto my bed and wiggled our way up to the head of it. Edward buried the back of his head into a fluffy pillow as I came to rest between his legs, my chest on his, and my lips still not leaving his. I couldn't get over the fact that my vampire was really here. My hands and mouth and tongue was touching him, yet it hardly seemed real and it hardly seemed like enough – I desired, maybe even needed so much more of him. Although, for once, it had nothing to do with my cock. I wanted nothing, and mean nothing more than for him to be mine, to really be mine, and me, all his.
"Marry me." I murmured against his silky lips. "Marry me and be my king." Edward froze beneath me, his eyes opening along with my own and his lips left mine.
"Jacob..." He breathed. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say." I gazed at him and searched his red eyes for an explanation – uncertainty seemingly evident all over his face.
I softly caressed his lips with mine. "Say you will, Edward."
"But I'm a vampire and your slave."
"You say that like it's supposed to mean something." I said as I flicked my eyes between his two.
Edward shook his head at me against the pillow. "You're king now, Jake. This isn't some game. You know I will always be at your side, but to marry you would be an impossibility."
"I don't want you at my side, I want you as my husband." I retorted with furrowing brows. "Virtually the whole palace knows I imprinted on you, it'll be in the papers tomorrow along with the news that I'm king – the whole damn world will know about us by tomorrow night. You even told your vampire's we're mates. Why say such a thing if you didn't really mean it?"
"I did mean it." He insisted, eyes pleading... for what I wasn't to sure.
"So what are we, mates behind closed doors?"
He nodded, face hopeful. "Exactly." My heart sank in my chest and I rolled off of him to sit up with my arms over my knees and my back facing him.
"So, you're ashamed of me then?" I questioned.
"No, Jacob, it's you who should be ashamed of me."
With a frown I looked over my shoulder as I heard the rustling of the bedding as Edward sat up to better see me. "But I've never been." I put in. "And I won't ever be." My imprint's face softened as he moved forward and leaned to lay his head against the shoulder I was looking over.
"Maybe in a different world I'd say yes." He said with a heavy exhale of cool breath.
"What kind of world?" I quietly asked.
Edward's eyelashes brushed against my skin as he blinked. "A world where I wasn't your slave – where nobody was anybodies slave, and a world where any vampire was just as good as any wolf or human."
