Wow! So many reviews for the last chapter! Thank you so much!

Ok- So, in my world, Nessie isn't super strong, only stronger than your average 17 year old girl. Not strong enough to fight off attackers. This will be addressed more in much later chapters. And keep in mind that Jakey had to be the big strong protector. Lol

SM owns Twilight.

She cried the whole way to our apartment. It helped little Jake relax a little bit, but it made me sad, and really fucking pissed at that man.

She seemed to come out of her state when I laid her down on our couch. I stood at the other end. "Um, do you want to shower? Or just sleep?" I asked awkwardly, avoiding her eyes.

She jumped up. "Oh. No! I can leave-"

I cut her off, "Carlie, you might go into shock or something. I mean, I cant just let you leave when you have no place to go."

I debated on weather or not it would be ok for her to stay here. I sure as hell wouldn't get any sleep. God, I wish I could just keep little Jake calm for just one night. One night. She was only going to be here one night. I could do that.

"I was going to sleep in my car." She muttered.

"What about a hotel or something?" I asked. I would personally drive her to one of her choice and pay for the best room there. She couldn't stay here… I don't think I could take it…

She sniffled. "Th-they were all full, some stupid comic convention this weekend."

Shit. "Oh. Um. Where were you staying last night?"

Apparently that struck a nerve too, she burst out into tears again. "I-I-I found a camera in the sh-sh-shower!"

Fuck this shit. She's mine, world, mine! Good thing I imprinted on her. She defiantly needs some one to protect her. Everyone should just stay the fuck away from her! "Oh."

"Then I-I went to Leslie's to see if I could stay th-there, b-but she's mad at me!" her eyes flickered to me. Great. This is my fault. If I wasn't so sexy, Carlie could have stayed at Leslie's and I would be whacking off in the shower now, not watching her pace around my living room with no pants on. "So I f-figured I could sleep in my car tonight while my house is being fumigated!"

She's not wearing pants… Just my thin white tee shirt was covering her down there…

EYES UP, JAKE!

She sat back down on the couch and cried harder. I, hesitantly, went over to sit next to her. "Its ok." I tried to sooth her. I found out it doesn't really work with out touching, but I figured she'd be creeped out by that.

She jumped up. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't be here, sorry to intrude!"

I caught her before she could even make a move to leave. "Carlie, it would be irresponsible for me to let you walk away like this. I cant let you leave. Now, do you want a shower or just a bed?" I used my alpha voice unintentionally.

She just stared at me for a few moments, shocked by the authority there. "Um. A shower would be nice, I guess." I nodded once and let go of her arm.

I heard a crash and automatically leapt in front of Carlie, ready to tear the threat to her safety into pieces.

"Shit! Seth just called and said…oh. Sorry." Leah said after she busted through the door and into the living room. I relaxed.

"No. You're just in time, Leah. Will you show Carlie how to work the shower and possibly get her some clothes?" I asked.

"Y-yeah! Come on, Carlie." Leah jumped into action, gesturing for Carlie to follow her to the bathroom.

I waited in the living room while Leah gave Carlie everything she needed. Leah came out carrying Carlie's clothes. Hum. I would have to see- No. No, I don't have to see what she was wearing. That's her business. Not mine. I don't need to know what lucky material covered her perfect ass everyday. Or what color it was. Or how it looked on her milky skin…

"So is she staying?" Leah asked, tearing me out of my inappropriate thoughts.

I nodded. "I cant leave her alone, she might go into shock or something, and she doesn't have a place to stay. I'll sleep on the couch." I said.

Leah nodded. "Ok. You're a good guy, Jake. And she's going to appreciate this." Wow, a compliment out of Leah.

Both Leah and Seth went to their rooms. Leah gave me instructions that if Carlie needed anything, I could wake her up.

I waited patently in the living room for Carlie to finish up. She finally came out in a black tee shirt and way too long pants, both obviously Leah's. I couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. But I pushed the thought out of my head.

I jumped up as soon as she came in. "Um. Ok. My room is the last room down the hall. The sheets are clean and everything." Good thing I changed them this morning…

"No!" she said right away. "I don't want to take your bed or anything. I've already taken advantage of your hospitality enough."

"No, seriously. Take the bed." This was one fight she was not going to win. For one thing, the couch is slightly lumpy and smelly, one too many of Embry's (and mine) one night stands have thrown up on the thing. I couldn't have her getting a crick in her neck. And for another, well…ok, fuck, just the thought of her in my bed made me so happy. Fucking sick, I know.

"Really. I feel bad enough even sleeping on your couch."

I stretched out on the couch. "I usually watch tv here until I fall asleep anyway. Go." I commanded.

After a few more seconds of silence, she caved. "Thank you."

"No prob-"

"For everything." She finished. For the first time since getting to my apartment, I looked her in the eyes. She was looking at me with a strange mix of emotions on her face. It confused me. One overwhelming feeling I got was…well…love? But that was probably just wishful thinking. I probably mistook gratitude for love.

"Good night, Carlie." I whispered.

"Good night." She said quietly as she walked down the hall to my room.

I debated on weather or not I should stay awake or sleep. Staying awake would most certainly involve fantasizing, and falling asleep with her scent all around would cause dreams. So either way I lose. I chose to stay awake, just in case.

I was half way through watching Transformers when I heard her whimper. And when I say 'watching' I mean thinking about Carlie. And when I say 'thinking' I mean fantasizing.

I quietly made my way to the door and stopped to listen. Her heart was beating super fast, and I heard her heavy breathing along with scared sounding whimpers.

Fuck. Do I go in? Would that be ok with her? My decision was made for me when I heard her scream. I went in.

I immediately knew what was wrong with her, nightmares. I remember Bella having them when her leech was gone. Carlie was thrashing around in…my bed. She was in my bed… Bah! No! She was obviously distressed.

She was thrashing, she looked like she was in pain. And screaming. And crying. And whimpering.

My imprint tie told me she was scared and needed me. But what the fuck could I do? I'm her fucking teacher! I cant just lay down next to her and hold her until she calms down.

After much internal debate, I hesitantly sat on the bed next to her. "Carlie?" I whispered.

I was met with more tears and screams, so I gently placed my hands on her shoulders and shook her a little bit. "Carlie. Its ok. Its just a dream." Shoulders were a good place. Not her hips or anything. Friends touch each other's shoulders, right?

Her eyes snapped open and she bolted up, I with drew my hands. She looked so scared; her eyes were as wide as saucers and she was struggling to catch her breath.

"Its ok." I said again.

"I-I- have nightmares sometimes." She managed.

"I can see that. Are you ok now? Can I get you anything?" I asked, leaning away and getting ready to leave.

Her eyes widened even more and she reached out for me, catching my arm. "Don't go!" she took a shaky breath. "Please!" she begged with tears in her eyes.

"Um, I don't know…" I said, unsure if it was a good idea or not.

"Please." Her eyes were pleading, and I felt the imprint screaming at me to give in. Her grip on me tightened and she tugged me down. She wanted me to comfort her.

Nothing more, Jake. Nothing more. Comfort. That's what she needs.

All I could do was nod. I didn't trust my mouth not to say something like, 'lets fuck' or 'I love you' 'cuz that is the kind of shit I would have done.

She let out a sigh of relief before resuming her crying. Before I knew what I was doing, I pulled her into me. She was shaking she was sobbing so hard. "Shh. Carlie. Carlie. You're ok."

If some one walked in, I don't think I would be arrested. We were both fully clothed and just sitting on my bed. Not laying. And my hands were resting pretty high up on her back.

But when she didn't calm down, I couldn't help it…

It was a bad idea, but I did it anyway; I pulled her down so we were laying down, he head resting against my chest. And my arms wrapped around her comparatively small body. I made sure to keep our lower halves separated, I didn't want her to feel anything hard down there.

We just stayed like that for a few minutes. He scent was overwhelming me. The wolf side of me was battling with the human side.

She's your mate! Your perfect mate, and she's right here. My wolf side obviously had a deep, sinister sounding voice, so I tried to stop myself from listening to him.

She just needs a shoulder to cry on! Keep it in your pants! That was the rational side of me.

Carlie had stopped crying, but I could tell she was still awake. Her breathing wasn't even yet. I honestly just wanted her to fall asleep. I wouldn't be so tempted if she was asleep.

Then she pulled back. Shit, here it comes, the, 'Ew! You perv! I never want to see you again! I'm going to go marry a vampire!' wait, maybe that was just Bella. Dear god I hope it was just Bella.

I loosened my arms so she could look up to see my face to see how sorry I was. But she didn't say anything, she just looked right in my eyes. I saw so much expression in her chocolate brown eyes. She trusted me. I could see it.

She was my soul-mate. I could read her. I knew what was coming. I didn't stop it. I didn't want to stop it.

She slowly brought her lips to mine. I couldn't help it, my tongue traced her lips, seeking entrance, and, much to my great pleasure, she complied and parted her soft, perfect lips. She tasted like…there isn't even a word wonderful enough to describe how she tasted. Nothing like the crappy cafeteria food…

Cafeteria... School... Student… Teacher… Fuck! Wrong! So, so wrong!

I pulled back. "Carlie…" I said, in I hoped to be a warning tone, but probably sounded more like a regretful for pulling back tone. "This- this" it was getting really hard to think, she didn't make a move to leave or anything, she just looked at me, "is wr-wrong. And" shit. Why is this wrong? "we could get in trouble and-" it was useless, as my lips spewed stupid excuses, they got closer and closer to her waiting lips. "and-"

If I had another excuse, it didn't make it out, I crashed my lips to hers, resuming where we were before. It was perfect, it was like our lips were two halves of the same whole. Her lips were soft, plump, and I could taste just a hint of strawberries.

My head was racing. Wrong. Right. Wrong. Right. Wrong. Right. Wrong. Right. Wrong. Right. Wrong. Right…Right…Right…Right.

This is what Quil was talking about. She kissed me first. Right. Its settled. This is right. My imprint wanted this. I was put on this planet to do what ever the fuck she wanted me to. And she wanted to kiss me.

While I was having a battle inside my head, my hand had already made the decision, it was moving to rest on her hip. I noticed her heart beat speed up when I touched her. "Is this ok?" I asked, breaking our kiss.

She nodded her head quickly. I recaptured her lips and slowly moved my hand up her stomach. Her skin was even silkier than I thought it would be. This was one billion times better then I could have ever imagined. I took my time, savoring the feel of her warm body under my touch.

Could this really be happening?

My hand was still trailing up the side of her stomach. And, just like in all of my dreams, she arched her back so her chest was pressed up against me.

Ohh, fuck. My pants were becoming more and more restricting. She moaned into my mouth in the sexiest fucking way when my hand reached her breast. I worried for a second if I went to far, but she brought her hands up to my chest and she was tracing my abs with her fingers. She wouldn't do that if she wanted me to stop.

I shifted so I was leaning over her. With the shift in position, I new smell wafted my way. Arousal. I growled deep in my chest. She was aroused…for me. I almost just took her. But I stopped myself, not wanting to be selfish.

She whimpered a little bit when I removed my hand from her breast.

Ah, shit. She was driving me crazy now. I could smell her, she smelled so good. And she pressed herself closer to me. Little Jake was begging to be let out of my jeans.

My hands danced around the edge of her shirt for a few moments before I broke lip contact and pulled it over her head.

Needless to say, my thoughts were a jumbled mess at this point.

I took a second to admire her body. She was freakin' gorgeous! I finally found the courage to look at her face.

Her eyes were closed, but after a second or two of nothingness, she slowly opened them. I saw so many emotions on her face, I couldn't even place them all. All I know is her eyes were clouded with lust.

I crashed my lips to hers again as my hand snaked down to her pj pants. Her kisses became more urgent as I got closer to her center.

I slowly tugged off her pants, leaving her just in a pair or panties. I shook with a sick pleasure when all I could smell was Carlie. Her sweet smell saturated the air.

Her body jerked up when I traced her slit through her panties. Then it dawned on me. She was a virgin. Wasn't she? I know she didn't sleep with Cook, but maybe… I mean, Brady said she wouldn't stay single for long because she was so beautiful. Did she…some time in the last three weeks…did she lose it?

"Carlie? Has anyone ever…" I trailed off not knowing what I wanted her to say. I have to admit, being her first would thrill me to the core. She was mine. And the thought of me being the only one to ever…go there made my dick harden even more.

"N-no." she answered.

I pulled back immediately. I couldn't be that fucking sick. Taking a 17 year old girl's virginity? No matter how hot it would be to be her first and only, I couldn't do that. Christ, I didn't even know how to deflower a girl. I never did that. How would I do it with out hurting her?! A girl's first time was always painful, right? And Carlie was so tiny. And, not to brag, but I had been pretty well endowed. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I cant-" I shook my head and started to sit up.

"No!" she yelled. I was surprised by the fierceness. She wrapped her arms around my neck to prevent me from leaving. "Please. I want this. I want…you." She said in a sexy, breathy voice.

I closed my eyes and fought against the urge to thrust myself into her to the hilt and start plunging in fast. Her scent was clouding my mind.

I nodded once and pushed her panties to the side. She moaned loudly when I slid one finger into her. Shit, if my finger hurt her…then how the fuck is she going to deal with all of me?

Mmm. She was fucking wet. For me. So fucking wet.

She stiffened as I began to massage her inner walls, feeling all of her. I kissed along her neck and up to her ear. "Just relax. It'll hurt less if you don't tense up." I whispered.

She took a few deep breaths and I felt her loosen under me. She was nervous, her heart beat was fast and her breathing sped up. "We don't have to do this." I whispered to her. "Just say the word and I'll stop."

"N-no." she whispered against my chest.

I added another finger, gently stretching her as much as I could. I saw little tears in the corners of her eyes, she had them squeezed shut. I wiped them away with my free hand. "Don't cry. Please don't cry. We don't have to do this."

She took a deep breath and slid her hand down my torso, stopping just above my jeans. I guess she wanted to keep going…fine by me. She slowly unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down. Being a werewolf, I don't wear boxers or anything. I kicked them off.

Before I could say anything, her hand wrapped around me.

Holy fuck! God! How did I go so long with out this? Why did I have to wait 26 fucking years for her to be in my life?

I don't know if it was her small hands, my…size, or a combination of both, but her thumb and middle fingers didn't meet. She swallowed hard, worrying about my size I bet.

I could already feel my self release some moisture. Carlie gave my member a small squeeze, I growled and held myself back from thrusting into her hand.

I knew that the first time for any girl would hurt, but werewolves were so big…and Carlie was so small. This was going to cause her nearly unbearable pain.

"Carlie?" I asked.

"Hum?" she replied in a shaky voice, rocking against my still working fingers.

"Are you sure this is what you want? Loosing your virginity to," I decided to tell it like it is, "your gym teacher?"

"Positive." She whispered with out hesitation.

Well hot damn. Positive!

As I removed my fingers from her warmth, I shifted so I was between her parted thighs and positioned myself at her entrance. I searched her face one last time for any doubts, none.

Then I pushed in.

Holyfuckingshit!

So warm. So wet. So tight.

Fuck. She was perfect!

She whimpered as I pushed in about an inch.

I pulled out, then pushed in a little more. Fuck she was tight. I seriously doubted on weather or not I would fit inside of her. I tried to think back to when I shared a mind Jared and Sam. Both Kim and Emily were small. How the fuck do I do this with out hurting her?!

She tensed under me and her nails dug into my shoulder blades. And when I pushed, as gently as I could, through her barrier, she let a cry come out. It broke my heart. I was hurting her. Bad. I wanted to kill myself when I smelled the metallic scent of her blood.

I immediately pulled out. "Fuck. I'm sorry."

"Just go slow." She begged.

I cant deny her. I wanted to do this, badly. Weeks with out sex. I was crazy. But I didn't fit in her. I was too big. It was too painful for her. "Carlie…" I think I was going to try and talk her out of having sex with me. Wow. I've changed.

"Please." She guided my shaft to her warm core. I could feel her wetness on my tip.

I growled and slid in again. She made the sexiest noises ever.

I started thrusting in and out slowly, giving her time to adjust. But as the minutes wore on, and as she became more comfortable, I moved faster.

Only moans were coming out of her lips now. All of her noises were just making me more aroused.

I moved my hand from her hip, down to her clit. Her eyes flew open with moan when I lightly rubbed it. Right. She had absolutely no sexual experience before this.

"Ugh. Oh fuck. Please!" she rolled her head back and I kissed her exposed flesh. Mmm. Something about her saying fuck…

I thrust in and out at a more rapid pace as I rubbed her faster and harder. "I-I-I-I d-don't-t even kn-kn-know your f-first na-ame." She shuttered.

I smiled with the knowledge that she was enjoying this. "Jake." I replied.

I felt her walls start to clench around me. I gave her one last rub before she came, screaming my name. "Jake!" Her walls gripped me tighter than I thought possible. It was pure fucking heaven.

She just screamed my name because I just made her cum. My imprint. I managed a few last, desperate thrusts before I released inside of her with thick spurts.

I rolled off her and we both just laid down to catch our breath. But before I knew it, her breathing became even and she drifted off to sleep.

Damn. We probably should have talked about this… But whatever. I just had imprint sex. And the rumors are most defiantly true. It's the best.

I smiled, feeling on top of the world, and pulled her into my arms as she slept, I fell asleep soon after.

Ahh!! Ok. So I really want to know what you guys think!! I hope it wasn't to fast…