The Twilight Series belongs to S. Meyer, no copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing with the characters.
AN: I have literally been struggling over this chap for eight hours. So, I apologize for the delay. I know I promised an update earlier.
Chapter 55
Can't Fight Anymore
If Leah thought earlier was agony, this was like the seven levels of hell all at once. She lay curled into the fetal position on her bed. The feeling of anything against her skin was pure unadulterated agony. Her skin was on fire and sensitive to even the slightest breeze. She felt flushed and overheated; her breath coming in sharp pants.
Her body needing something she couldn't give it. She'd tried closing her eyes but all she could see was him. His body that she'd seen on more than one occasion; she remembered the day he'd stood naked as the day he was born in front of her. She imagined and fantasized her fingers were trailing along the firm flesh of his chest. She already knew what it would feel like to have his lips on hers and his skin against her but she wondered what it would be like to have his fingers softly stroking her.
Turning over in bed, she groaned. This was not very conducive to calming her body down. With thoughts like this she'd need to take a cold shower. Her wolf whispered in her ear telling her a cold shower wasn't needed. What she needed was Jacob, they needed him. It was the only thing that would satisfy the ache inside.
It was quiet; she knew she was the only one who was still awake. She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom she shared with Seth. Closing the door, she quickly locked it. The tile of the floor was cool against her feet. She turned the water on and for once, she didn't turn it as hot as it could go, she needed to cool herself down.
Stepping in, she shivered from the sensation of the water running against her skin. It seemed to heat her skin up more than actually cool it down. If this was just the beginning, how was she going to survive another four weeks of this?
It was dark and late; werewolf senses came in handy for sneaking around. It was one of only a handful of times they could truly appreciate them. They knew they had made a valiant effort but you could only fight fate so long before fate fought back. This was their punishment they knew for trying to fight the inevitable.
Listening to the sounds inside the house, they determined there were two occupants inside. They tentatively tested the knob on the front door and found it was unlocked. This was La Push after all and the only intruders one needed to worry about were those who wouldn't be scared of a locked door. They tiptoed in silence to one of the rooms. The occupant was softly snoring, completely obvious to what was going to happen.
Quickly shedding their clothes, they stepped closer to the bed; their russet-colored skin glowing under the moonlight. There was no going back from this and they could only hope for understanding. Finally, they reached the edge of the bed and they lifted up the sheet that covered their prey. Their eyes flared and blackened with lust at seeing their prey's unclothed form. They smiled in satisfaction; this would be easier than they thought. Crawling into bed, they sighed at the feeling of skin on skin contact.
Jake had been having one of the most erotic dreams about Leah. Since finding out about their imprint, she'd haunted his thoughts and dreams. He was grateful he'd learned how to block others from his thoughts as many of them; he couldn't understand how he'd imagined such things. He had no experience with girls. He'd only had two kisses he'd even count as experience and one; well it had been the most amazing experience of his life until he'd nearly been unmanned. The other, it had been alright but when he compared it to the other, he quickly realized he'd rather suffer through the pain of Leah hurting him for just a few seconds of bliss.
This dream felt more real than the others. He could sense her and smell her; the unique scent of lily and vanilla that was sweetened with sugar. The scent seemed stronger than what it had been in the past and it called to every fiber of his body. His senses were finely in tuned to it. He remembered the smooth satin feel of her skin against his. In his dream, he felt it once again and the heat rising off of it was enough to tighten his gut in anticipation. She needed him and he would give her anything and everything she'd ever desired.
In his dream, her long fingers trailed over his skin. He felt her lips on his neck, trailing along his collarbone. He groaned softly relishing but yet resenting the teasing she was doing. Her fingers continued their trail along the skin of his chest and abdomen; tracing the various muscles. When she hit a particularly sensitive spot he fought against the temptation to pull away. It wasn't until he felt her fingers wrap around his hardened length that he realized it wasn't a dream.
The moment Jake awoke, Leah found herself suddenly pinned on her back. Jake hovered above her and she spread her legs allowing him better access. His nostrils flared as he breathed in the scent of her desire and she moaned, arching up towards him.
"Please," she whispered as she reached her arms up to pull his face towards hers.
Their lips meet hers soft and moist and his firm. He thrust his tongue towards her lips and found she'd already parted her lips. At the touch of his tongue to hers, she ran her hands along his shoulders and back. At the same time she wrapped her legs firmly around his waist, pulling his lower body closer to her core. Her body was trembling in anticipation and she didn't know what she'd do if he rejected her.
Jake knew what she needed but yet was unsure. The feel of her body pressed so close to his was almost too much for him. He desperately tried to think of anything else. He remembered what both Paul and Sam had told him; this had to be about her not him. So he thought about the work he'd done to his Rabbit and what it felt like to tear apart newborns during the battle.
He reached one of his hands down and touched her smooth flesh. As he palmed one of her breasts, he realized he'd been right when he thought they were just the right size. Barely a handful, firm yet pliant to his touch; the crest already peaked. He broke his lips from hers to kiss along her jawbone before moving to the flesh of her neck. Her panting breaths fanning his forehead.
His hand continued its exploration of her, stroking downward. He traced along her waist and further down to where her hips flared. He hissed when he felt one of her hands snake its way along the same path he was taking, only on his body instead. Her moist heat beckoned him and he pressed firmer into her causing her to moan.
"Leah," he breathed against her neck before his lips moved down to capture one of her nipples. His mouth opened around the tip, his tongue teasing. As he gently sucked and licked, her hips once again arched up towards him and her fingers tangled in his hair pulling him closer. Not only could he smell her desire, he could taste it.
Jake's touch was the only thing keeping Leah from screaming in frustration. When she or her wolf, she was no longer sure who had made the decision to sneak into his room, she'd been ready to accept anyone. The cold shower that she thought would calm her down had done the opposite; it had fueled the fire and made her even more frustrated. She finally understood what Carlisle had tried to tell her; in the end, she couldn't fight this. It was what her body and her wolf wanted. It no longer mattered what human Leah may have tried to rationalize or understand; this was simply need, want, and desire rolled into one. It only made sense it should be with him; he was her mate. This was his job.
Jake had continued to touch and stroke Leah's curves, his lips, hands, and fingers exploring every part of her. She was perfect. He found each and every sensitive spot on her body and catalogued them for future references. When his fingers finally brushed at her moist slit, he'd thought for sure he wouldn't be able to stop the overwhelming feelings he had to simply slide into her and pound into her senselessly.
Somehow he'd fought the overwhelming desire and used his first and ring fingers to spread her folds so he could use his middle finger to stroke at her. That horrible talk with Sue, the diagrams and models finally had some sense. As he stroked at her sensitive flesh, he could feel her legs trembling and heard her breath catch. He rotated his hand slightly so he could slide his finger down just a bit further and then pushed inside her. His thumb rested on her clit, while his finger stroked in and out.
Leah gripped at his hair and pulled his head down to hers. Once again meeting his lips, she was so close to the edge. Her body was poised on a precipice. It was his teeth nipping at her lower lip and his hand on her that finally pushed her over the edge. She cried out his name as shudders racked her body.
Even in her post-orgasm fog she could feel the tension building once again. She reached her hand down and pushed his hand out of the way before grabbing his throbbing erection. She stroked him with her hand several times before whispering, "I need you."
Jake looked down at her flushed face, her eyes glassy with lust and knew he couldn't deny her anything. He reached down, their fingers meeting and it felt as though a current of electricity ran through them both. She'd opened her legs even wider to allow him access. He held himself, poised at her entrance with just the tip barely entering her.
Her moan and the sensation of her hot, wet flesh had him gritting his teeth. He knew she wasn't a virgin but yet, she'd felt incredibly tight to him and he didn't want to hurt her. So he slowly entered her. Holding his breath as he did, trying to not think about how good she felt. Once he was fully inside, he paused.
Leah sensed his hesitation and could feel his concern and worry for her but if he didn't move soon, she was sure she'd expire or spontaneously combust. "Jake…please move," she crooned her nails biting into his back. She placed her feet flat on the bed and wiggled just an inch, maybe two back and thrust her hips forward. She watched as his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, and she realized he was worried about her experience.
"Jake, look at me," she panted and his eyes opened gazing into hers. "Don't worry about it. I have a feeling that we'll get a lot of practice."
It was the exact words he needed to hear. He began to move, tentatively at first, trying to find the right rhythm. He soon realized it didn't matter; instead he paid attention to the signs her body gave him. He felt as one of her legs wrapped around him while the other rubbed along the back of his knee and calf. He could feel the thundering beat of her heart and the sting of her fingernails as she clung to him.
She arched her body up towards his while pleading with him and moaning his name, "Jake…please…" He thrust harder and faster and he could once again feel as she trembled inside, her core gripping him ever tighter. He leaned down, licking and sucking at the flesh of her neck. He reached one of his arms down and pulled her leg higher and closer to his body at the same time he nipped at her neck.
His combined actions had her screaming his name as she came. Her core tightened around him like a fist and he couldn't stop his own climax. He met her lips in a bruising kiss and thrust fast and deep until he finally came groaning her name against her lips.
AN: So, thoughts? I needed it to be completely different than L/P and still wanted it be every bit just as hot. Have I suceeded?
