He swooped her back up as if she were a doll, his hazel eyes dancing, and placed her back on her bed.
She peered up at him; pupils dilated, legs spread. Small, fragile. Needy. His.
Bella started when he pulled away from her to reach for his cutoffs, which had been strewn haphazardly on her bedroom floor. Where are you going? She pleaded with her eyes.
The question was answered when he pulled a plastic square from his pocket. "Better safe than sorry, right?" he said with a half-smile.
She nodded slowly. Renee had put her on birth control years ago, but the massive amount supernatural hormones running through her and Jacob's bodies made her seriously doubt that the pills would be worth a damn right now.
She watched him tear the square open and roll it on to the top of his dick, which was still jutting proudly up. Like a really fat log with a mushroom on top, her hazed mind supplied, making her chuckle.
Then he put his arms around her, hovering over her on the bed. The sunshine streamed through the window, bathing the room and his chiseled chest in honey hues. "Bells, it might hurt. You have to tell me if I'm hurting you, okay? I don't want to ever hurt you." He whispered those last words like a prayer.
My love, it is impossible. A voice that wasn't Bella's whispered back at him. She shook her head, clearing it. "That was more her than me, but I can't say I disagree," she added, watching his face light up at the revelation.
He took her mouth then, his tongue savoring hers as if she were a delicacy. Her mind spun; it felt like he was everywhere, all at once.
Bella kissed him back ferociously, and parted her legs wider, until she felt him firmly nestled between her slick vaginal lips. She wanted more, harder, and now - where Jacob the man sought to be gentle, Bella the imprint - and the woman - craved his dominance, the perfect complement to her total submission.
He responded in kind, gripping her waist tight enough to leave marks and growling louder with each swipe of her tongue around his own.
And then he pushed in, slowly, carefully.
It was unlike anything she'd ever felt, yet so utterly and completely familiar. She was his, and he was hers, and he was home, and it had been eons since they had been this way. Her brain exploded with sensation, she closed her eyes briefly, only to open them and find him staring in awe back at her. She could feel herself stretching, so full, so complete, around him, and they had barely begun.
Jacob pushed in further, and there was a twinge of pain. She hissed; he grimaced. "It's okay," she reassured him, squeezing his arms. Jacob's head fell into her shoulder; his teeth grazed her neck. He was balls deep in, now, and she had never felt so full.
And then he began to move.
Pain gave way to pleasure in but a few strokes; she was flying, kissing his neck and shoulders and whispering words in a language she didn't realize she knew. He responded with his own affirmations, quo pot, my love, my forever, my life.
Their twin golden eyes locked and she'd never felt so connected to him; she could feel his euphoria mixed in with her pleasure with every stroke.
His kisses on her neck turned frantic as he picked up the pace, slight nips giving way to bruising hickeys. She brought her hips up to meet his thrusts, angling his thick dick toward her g-spot with every plunge.
She licked his nipple briefly, a move that elicited a curse from his lips. "Fuck, baby. I'm trying not to cum. You gotta chill," he said, quietly, yet forcefully, the weight of the Alpha command on his lips.
At the sound, she lost it.
Her vaginal walls spasmed around him before she realized what was happening, and streams of creamy fluid splashed against his thighs and balls. She screamed, moaned, and cried as he pounded her into the mattress through her orgasm; its aftermath making her entrance even slicker than before.
He then made a sound she'd never heard before and knew instantly she'd want to hear again, if not today then the day after that, and the one after that. His teeth bared, he bit down on her neck soundly, leaving a mark she instinctively knew would never fully heal.
And then he just pinned her in place and unloaded spurt after spurt of semen into the condom, before pulling out and pulling the fucker off when it got to be too full. She mourned the loss of him instantly, whimpering almost like a kitten as he tried to catch the rest of his cum in his hands.
It shouldn't be there, the voice inside of her said bitterly. His essence should be in us, forever, and always.
She found herself agreeing wholeheartedly.
Bella. Fuck. Oh my God. That was…
Amazing? Incredible?
I was going to say stupendous or something equally geeky, but your descriptions are way cooler.
Clearly, I make you cool.
Obviously. Shit, we have to get you to school. You'll be late, but you won't miss first period if we hurry up.
School? Who can concentrate on school right now? I feel amazing. I vote for hooky, waffles and round two. And… wait. Jake?
Yeah, Bells?
Neither one of us is speaking out loud right now.
Shit. "You're right," Jake said unnecessarily.
He pulled his shorts on, face pensive. The legends don't say anything about this, but it's not like there's a whole lot written about imprinted couples.
Is it the same for Jared and Kim?
I doubt it; he wouldn't have been able to keep something like this out of the Pack mind.
So maybe it's just an Alpha/Alpha imprint thing?
Maybe. It's kind of cool, though… And Jake's thoughts instantly went to all the ways he could make Bella squirm in public, or around her friends, or her dad…
Oh, you are sooo not doing that to me in front of Charlie.
He laughed, running a hand through his hair. It would be funny as hell. That aside, I think it's dead useful, actually. Some things are best left unsaid.
She couldn't disagree with him there. Strategy sessions; general pack meetings. For the upcoming battle to lure in Victoria, Laurent and the new blonde, both she and Quil would be clued into what was going on. She wondered how far it extended.
We can test it today, Jake thought back at her.
She'd also have to get used to someone in her thoughts full time. It seemed whatever shield she had against Edward was rendered null and void by the imprint.
That fucker reads minds? What else can they do? Jake interrupted, shoulders shaking.
Everyone except for mine, for some reason. Edward read minds. Alice saw the future, though it was very subjective. Jasper, her mate, read and influenced emotions. Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie and Emmett didn't have any special skills. It surprised her how quickly she was able to deliver the information; how her heart didn't ache when she thought Edward's name. Jake was hers, and he was fighting, every day, to protect her and the whole tribe, the least she could do was tell him what she knew.
This is good shit, Bells. We'll have to come up with a strategy to block that shit if and when they ever come back. Last thing we need is some undead motherfucker in all of our heads. But for now… school. You're not turning into a dropout because of me.
But, Jake.. the waffles…
Can be toasted and taken to go.
The round two…
Can be saved for later. Besides I only had the one condom, and if you start kissing me again, can't promise I won't conveniently forget that fact.
Fine. She grumbled, pulling her messy hair into a ponytail and getting up to head for the shower.
But I'm holding you to that.