I woke up the next morning having slept better than I had in what had felt like weeks. I stretched against the soft sheets, remembering I was in Rachel's spare room instead of my own. I looked toward the muted light coming in from the window, and couldn't help a smile come to my face. It was just so nice being away from everything and everyone, and being able to spend all my time with Jacob. At the thought of him, I sat up to go search him out.
"Don't bother." I jumped slightly when I heard his voice in the doorway. He walked in holding a couple mugs, with a smile on his face. "I knew you'd wake up for your coffee at some point." He joked as he sat down and handed me one."
"Shows how much you know, I was coming after you actually." I joked, elbowing him playfully as I took a sip. Mmm, perfect.
"Yeah, sure. So what do you want to do today?" He said, laying back against the headboard. I scooted myself back to lean against him.
"Can't we just do this?" He chuckled, and I shivered at the rumbling from his chest under my head as he ran his fingers lazily through my tangled hair.
"Well, I suppose so. But at some point we may need to go get some food. She really doesn't have much outside of condiments and booze."
"Lucky us." I laughed, taking another sip.
"Well, and I figured it had been awhile since you were able to go for a real run, so as long as the rain holds off long enough, we could head down to the university." I perked up when he mentioned that. "Not to mention, it would be nice to go for a run without actually risking your life." He joked.
"Yeah, tell me about it. Have you figured out what you want to do for new years yet?"
"Well, if you want to go out, they have a big thing at the Needle, they'll have fireworks and everything. We could always do that, or we could just have dinner somewhere, and come back here."
"And make our own fireworks?" I said with a smirk.
"You know I'm always up for that!" He laughed. "But it's whatever you want to do, babe."
"Well, first, I think I'll take a shower." I said, putting down my cup. I stood up only to be pulled back onto the bed, against his hard chest.
"What's your rush?" He whispered in my ear, his hot, breathy words making me shudder. I felt his lips graze the shell of my ear, while one hand slid slowly down my side. I leaned back into him, running my hand across the hard, muscled arm that held me in place.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize you were ready to play." I said with a smile. I felt him chuckle as he peppered my neck with kisses. He hugged me tight, and then loosened his grip.
"Alright then, go get ready." He huffed, and I realized he had let his guard down for a moment, and forgot about his whole 'fear of physical contact' thing. I huffed right back.
"You are such a tease!" I said standing and chucking a pillow at him. He narrowed his eyes with a smirk as I rounded the other side of the bed, and barely missed me with his pillow as I ducked into the hallway with a yelp.
I really hoped that this hesitancy on his part wouldn't put a damper on things. I mean, of course we could have a good time abstaining, but it would just be hard to do so. We were very physical, and always had been. Even before we were together we were always touchy-feely with each other just as friends. As I lathered up my hair, I smiled to myself thinking back on our friendship. There were so many things on both of our parts, that I can't believe I didn't see before. It was nothing for us to lay, curled up against each other watching movies, and eventually fall asleep that way. I remember the first time I really felt that warmth for him. It was the night my dad was shot. The worst night of my life.
I was sitting in English Lit with Ben, when there was a knock on the door, and the teacher told me to take my stuff and head to the office. Me and Ben both shared one of those 'huh' looks, before I just shrugged my shoulders and headed out. When I initially saw the officer from way down the hall, I just figured Dad had come to get me, maybe for some doctor's appointment I didn't know I had. But when I got closer, I realized it wasn't him, but another officer that he worked with fairly often. I felt my stomach drop at the implication, and I broke into a sweat.
"Bells." He said quietly, with a nod, and turned to lead me to the car without another word.
He was never a man of many words anyway, but it was the look on his face that scared me. I didn't ask though. Maybe part of me was hoping I was freaking out over nothing, but I think it was mostly I just didn't want to know.
The car ride was silent, but quick, and after what just seemed like a couple minutes, he pulled up in front of the ER.
"Bella, I need-"
But I didn't give him a chance to finish. I jumped out of the car without even closing the door behind me, vaguely aware of him yelling at me to stop. I ripped into the ER, searching for someone familiar.
"Chief Swan!" I nearly yelled at the first nurse I came to. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, and just pointed to the double doors leading to the back. I slammed through them, and heard complete chaos coming from the end of the hall where the curtains were pulled closed. I saw my mother standing across from the closed curtain, just staring into space with her hand over her mouth. I tried to run but it was like one of those nightmares where you're trying to run from the clown with the knife, but your legs are just too heavy to move.
I got about a foot from her and just whispered her name. She turned slowly to look at me, but I still to this day don't think she saw me. Her eyes were completely empty. She didn't say a word, and looked at me like she was looking right through me. I started trembling and turned toward the curtain blocking my view of the chaos that I could hear. I reached out slowly to pull it back. Everything after that slipped into slow motion. There were a slew of nurses and a couple doctors surrounding the man that laid there on the gurney. They were yelling back and forth, one was holding their hands on top of his chest, and from the amount of blood there was, I could tell they were trying to stop the bleeding. I looked to his face, and I wish I never had. The image of him laying there, eyes staring blankly toward the ceiling, mouth gaped open, trying to get whatever he could from his oxygen mask, that will be forever seared into my memory.
I must have made some kind of noise, because the next minute, a nurse raced over and pushed me back to close the curtain again. I staggered back, trying to catch my breath. My chest and lungs felt tight, and I couldn't hardly take a breath. I looked over at my mother, and she was still in the same position. It hit me that without my father, I was alone. I had no doubt my mother loved me, but she wasn't strong enough to handle this. And honestly, I didn't want to be. Dad had always been there for me, and up until now, that was fine by me. He couldn't leave me. No way.
And then, as if in answer to my inner thoughts, I heard the flatline. My breathing stopped as they shocked him 3 times, but that one long beep continued. I screamed out as I fell to my knees, still gasping for breath. It could have been seconds or hours later, when a pair of strong arms enveloped me, and held me while I cried and screamed.
Just thinking back to that time still made my chest hurt. It was years ago, but I knew the pain would never truly heal. And I know I would have never made it through with Jake. He was the only reason I got through it. I found out later, as soon as he found out an officer had come to get me, he called the high school and got Rachel out of class to come get him. He was the one who held me together that night, as my entire world fell apart. I remember waking up the next morning, Jake lying next to me in my bed. I remember hugging him, and telling him I had had the worst nightmare. When I looked up at his face, and saw the tears in his eyes, it was like reliving it all over again.
But he really was my rock, well he and Rachel both were. They didn't leave my house for a solid 2 months. And even then, it was just because Billy made Jake come home. Rachel ended up just moving in with me then. Jake helped with all the funeral arrangements, since my mom was worse off than I was, which was saying a lot. He's the one who stood there with me during the funeral, basically holding me upright. Mom couldn't even stand there with me to greet everyone at the viewing. I was still too numb to get mad at her, thankfully. He held me together at the burial, which was actually worse than the funeral. Watching his casket go down, it seemed so much more final than anything else. My mother left early, saying she couldn't watch. I couldn't abandon him though. I had to be there with him. Make sure he wasn't alone. Jake ended up having to drag me away, long after everyone else had left.
The next few weeks, he was the one who kept me moving, kept me breathing. He was the sunlight in my darkness, and he helped me find my way out. Rachel of course helped too, but she stayed more in the background, keeping up with laundry, cooking for me and mom, really, just being a big sister. Jake kept me busy, did anything to keep my mind off of everything, made sure I didn't fall into that emotional pit, he like to call it. The pit where my mom lived.
That was also one of the first times I ever saw the angry side of Jake. I mean, yeah, I'd seen him mad, but he really lost it with my mom.
It had been a couple months after he died. I would still have my moments, I was absolutely dreading my birthday coming up, as well as Christmas after that, but really, for the most part, I was a functional person. I knew I had sobered up quite a bit, but Jake still made sure I maintained some semblance of normalcy. My mom was a different story. Granted, she didn't have a 'Jake' like I did, but Jake, Rachel, and Billy really did try. They would come over and visit, but most of the time she wouldn't even come out of her room. Billy tried to explain that he understood, he had been through the loss of his wife, but she wouldn't even try talking to him. I may sound like the most insensitive child in the world, but I was getting really sick of her. I mean, I lost my father, someone who had been right there with me my entire life. And I know that they were a lot closer as husband and wife, but turning catatonic is not the answer. It got to where I hated going home. I guess it could have been worse, you always see those movies on Lifetime where the mom turns into an abusive alcoholic after something like this, and she definitely wasn't that. That would have actually taken energy.
So one night, I was trying to get her riled up, because showing any emotion, even anger, would have been an improvement in my eyes. Better than sitting in that damn rocking chair, staring out her bedroom window.
"Mom, I'm leaving."
Nothing.
"Mom, I can't do this anymore, I can't live like this! I'm leaving, and I won't be back. I'm moving in with Billy."
"That's probably best." She nearly whispered.
"What?" I asked, trying to figure out where she was going with this. She turned her head slowly to look at me.
"It's for the best. You'll end up leaving me eventually anyway. You might as well go now."
I just stood there, unable to form coherent thoughts. She was absolutely the most selfish, insensitive person I had ever known. Before I could even come close to an argument, I was shoved away by Jacob, who grabbed my mother roughly and jerked her up into his face.
"Damn it, Renee, now you listen to me!" He yelled right into my mother's face. Her eyes and mouth went wide, and I was amazed she didn't piss herself right there. Eighth grade or not, the dude was scary.
"I have sat around and watched your daughter struggle to pick up the pieces of her life, and put them back together all on her own, without the aid of her mother. I'm done Renee. I'm done watching you ignore her, I'm done watching her go on without a mother. If you don't get your shit together right now, I swear to God, I will get it together for you."
I didn't even know what he meant by that, but I sure as hell didn't want to find out. As soon as he let go of her arm, she crumpled to the ground, sobbing.
"I just want to die, just please let me die."
I cringed at her words, and felt my face flush with heat. How dare she say those words in front of me! Jake apparently felt the same. He yanked her up by her arms, then looked at me.
"Bella, why don't you go downstairs."
I clenched my jaw, an extremely small part of me felt the need to protect my stupidly frail mother, but I knew Jacob, and I knew whatever he was going to say or do, he wouldn't really hurt her. So I took a deep breath and turned and left. I sat in the kitchen downstairs, listening to him yell at her, and then at some point I heard the shower come on and I heard her scream, and then I heard glass shatter. Ok, time for an intervention.
I raced upstairs, only to be met with a very angry, very bloody Jake.
"She's all yours." He said through gritted teeth, as he made his way to my bathroom. I went into mom's bathroom to find her soaked to the bone. She turned on me immediately.
"Get him the hell out of my house!" She roared at me. And to be honest, I really did piss myself a bit. Never in my life had I seen her this angry. "I don't want to see him again, ever! Not here, not around you, ever! Do you understand me!" She continued.
I'll be the first to admit, I'm not the brightest crayon, but when I see an opportunity, I take it.
"Do you swear that you'll start acting normal again?"
"Excuse me?" She asked me incredulously. "I am the mother here, you don't bargain-"
"NO!" I screamed. "You haven't been a mother to me in months, you can't just get all pissed off and decide you're captain of this ship again. Now if I ban Jacob, do you swear to get back on track again?"
She looked at me, torn between trying to fight for dominance, and accepting the truth that I had just thrown in her face.
"And mom," I continued, in a more civil tone "I know you're pissed at him right now, but I won't stop being around him. He's what got me through this. He's the only thing that got me through this." Hoping she understood what I really meant.
"Fine. I'll….I promise to do better. Just keep that little asshole away from me. You do whatever you want. But that boy needs therapy."
Mom kept her word. She was out a few days later, looking for employment. A few weeks after that, I was hanging out at Jake's, when there was a knock at the door. When Jake got up to answer it, the look on his face when he saw Renee was absolutely priceless. But she had come by to apologize, and actually thank him for making her 'get her shit together'. And she officially rescinded the ban.
My little walk down memory lane was interrupted by a banging on the bathroom door.
"Bells! You alright?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You sure?"
I wrapped my towel around me and I opened the door.
"What? I haven't been in here that long, calm down Black." But instead of rolling his eyes, he pulled me into one of his big bear hugs.
"Uh, Jake, you ok?"
He pulled back and looked at me. "Now I am." He said with a grin.
Since the temperatures were up in the mid 40's, we decided to just walk up to the University. They had an amazing park area in the courtyard, where I assumed the students would sit and study when the rain wasn't washing them away. But it was also a very nice area to run, especially since there was no one around. Everyone had went home for the holidays, so there was no one to avoid, which was very nice.
Jake grumbled most of the way, because I made him wear normal clothes. He understood the logic of it, but still complained about feeling 'hot and stuffy'. We ran nearly 4 miles when the rain started again, and we decided to head back. We went back to the apartment, freshened up, and decided to eat dinner out somewhere, and then grab some groceries on the way back.
"Where you want to go eat?" I asked once we were in the car.
"I think I have an idea." He said with a smirk.
I couldn't help but stare at him, he looked amazing tonight. His dark wash jeans with a light coloured, long-sleeve t shirt, and topped off with that leather jacket of his. And his hair was kinda messy, but that good kind of messy. I knew he probably just ran his hands through it a couple times, but it worked for him. He looked over and smiled at me and squeezed my hand. Sometimes I just couldn't believe I was so lucky to have him. Not just because he was hot, which of course he was, but he was such a good person. In everything he did, he always seemed to be thinking of me. How did I ever get someone like him?
"What are you staring at, Swan?" He teased.
"Just assessing what kind of arm candy I'll have tonight." I smiled back. He rolled his eyes.
"Arm candy? Is that all I am to you?" I looked at him innocently.
"Of course. Well, I mean, you also double as a bodyguard, but mainly the arm candy." I smirked.
"Well, I guess arm candy fits on the arm of a hot woman." He said.
"Just let me know when she shows up, I don't want to get in the way." I deadpanned. He squeezed my leg right above my knee, making me jump and squeal.
A few minutes later, he pulled into a slow moving line for what I could only assume was a restaurant. There was no sign or name on the building.
"What's this?" I looked at him confused.
"I honestly can't remember the name of it, well, how to pronounce it anyway, but it's supposed to be the best restaurant in Seattle." I furrowed my brows when I realized that the line was slow moving because it was…..
"Valet parking?" I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose. I turned to him and he had a nervous smile on his face.
"Well, yeah, I wanted to take you someplace nice. I mean, it's our first vacation and everything."
This was definitely not my kind of place, not Jake's either, but God bless him, he was really trying to do something special. So I was just gonna suck it up and enjoy it, even though I knew we'd be eating off the value menu at McDonalds for the rest of this trip.
We finally made it to the Valet station, and I swear I thought I saw the attendant turn up a lip when Jake handed him the keys to my Subaru. I nearly told him where he could stick that key, but Jake quickly turned and walked us in the direction of the restaurant.
"Sir! Excuse me, Sir." I heard someone saying from behind us. Jake turned to see what looked like the 'head attendant walking toward us. (I say head attendant because his vest looked a little fancier.)
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid they won't let you in like that."
"Like what?" I said defiantly. "Just because he isn't wearing a tie? Are you kidding me? What kind of place-"
"Actually, ma'am," he said interrupting my little tantrum. "I was referring to you." I stood shocked in silence, and I could feel my face turn hot. But definitely not from anger this time. "I apologize, but we have a dress code, and I am afraid you aren't….quite up to par." He said, gesturing toward my jeans.
Now I am not a shallow person, I have worked really hard to not let things that people say or think about me, bother me. I know who I am, what I stand for, and I know there are people who love and care about me. So people who think little to nothing of me, really mean nothing to me. But this man, whom I have never met before, ever in my life, had completely belittled, embarrassed,and made me feel like I was nothing, with just one sentence. It was like the breath had been knocked out of me. And just as if things couldn't get any worse, my own personal Mr. Hyde decided to rear his not so ugly head.
"Say that one more time." I heard Jake growl out darkly behind me. My eyes widened when I fully comprehended the nature of this guy's mistake, and the possible outcomes of said mistake. Several scenarios ran through my head all at once. The worst being Jake morphing into the incredible wolf. But I knew even if he just lost it enough to take a swing at the guy, as strong as Jake was, he could very nearly kill him. I honestly didn't know if I could calm him down quickly enough to diffuse the situation, and…..are you kidding me? This guy is still fucking talking! So I did the only thing I could think of to prevent Jake from really losing his shit.
I broke his nose.
I was really just aiming for his jaw, but the moron moved to look at the fist headed his way, and it slammed right into that thing. Blood just started pouring out of his face, and I just stood there shocked. Jake grabbed my arm and tugged me toward the car, which had never been moved. One of the valets threw Jake the keys, and I swear there seemed to be a smile on the guy's face. Maybe he's just a douche to everyone, and he got what was coming.
It wasn't until we got out onto the main road that Jake said anything.
"What the hell was that?" He said, half laughing, but still shocked.
"I have no idea!" I said laughing. "I guess he just really pissed me off." Jake barked out a laugh.
"I'm so sorry Bells, I should have never even-"
"Aww, don't be sorry Jake." I assured him, resting my hand on his leg. "It was really sweet that you wanted us to do something nice. And I really do appreciate it. But you know I don't expect stuff like that."
"I know. That's kinda why I wanted to do it, a surprise and all."
"You really are the best." I couldn't stop the smile on my face. "But you know, as long as I'm with you, I'm happy." He squeezed my hand and looked over at me with a big smile.
"Me too. Hey, I think there's some kind of pizza pub thing near the apartment."
"Oooo, now that sounds perfect!"
So for the next couple hours we sat in the little sports bar, gorging ourselves on some of the best pizza I've ever had, and laughing at the stupidest stuff. After that we found a little 24/7 grocery and stocked up on essentials. Hamburgers, hot dogs, buffalo wings, soda. Basically anything unhealthy. After we got everything put away in the kitchen, we decided to turn in. We were cuddled up in bed when Jake turned serious.
"I'm sorry he made you feel that way." He said quietly. I shrugged, not wanting him to know how much it got to me.
"Nah, just pissed me off. It happens." I felt him shake his head.
"C'mon Bells. I know it more than just pissed you off. That's what made me so mad. He made you feel like…...garbage." He choked out the word, breathing to keep his composure. I sat up and turned to face him.
"What makes you think he made me feel like that?"
"I felt it." He whispered.
"You what?"
He took another breath, and stared down at his hands.
"I felt it. Anytime you have extremely strong emotions, I'll be able to feel them. It's…..an imprint thing." He said scrunching his eyes shut. "I'm sorry, I know it's intrusive, but there's nothing I can do to help it."
I just kept my eyes down, fumbling with the comforter. I didn't really know how to feel about it. I didn't really hide anything from Jake anyhow, but now it was like that option was taken away from me.'
"Bells?"
"Why?" It was the only thing I could come up with.
"Why what?"
"Why do you do that? I mean, I know you can't control it, but why is it necessary? Why would you need to feel my emotions, especially if I can't feel yours."
"Well, for starters, it's not all your emotions. I don't think I've ever felt you hungry or horny, nothing like that. I think it's more like, distress signals, or anything really strong. I guess, you can think of it as animal thing. If I'm away from you, and you are hurt, or scared, I would be able to feel that."
"Like nature's way of saying 'get your ass over here, I need you.'"
"Yeah," he chuckled, "kinda like that."
"But that's not fair that I can't feel yours."
"I guess that's just the 'man taking care of the woman'." He said in air quotes, using a cavemanish voice.
"So, it's only when I'm in distress."
"Usually."
"O k a y. So what exactly are the parameters?"
"Just really strong feelings. Which are usually present when you're in distress."
"Embarrassment isn't distress." I mumbled.
"No, but it was very strong. It's kinda like the fingers and thumbs thing. All thumbs are fingers, but not all fingers are thumbs." I looked at him like he had lost a brain cell, or fifty. He rolled his eyes. "Ok, not all strong emotions are distress, but distress is always strong emotions. So to be on the safe side, wolves can always feel really strong emotions from their mates."
I nodded, then remembered something from earlier.
"So when I was in the shower, and you came to check on me?"
"You were killing me in there! You would go through sorrow,and then anger, and on top of it all, you weren't making a sound! No crying, no cussing, nothing! I was really trying to just give you your privacy, but it got to where I just couldn't take it anymore." He ran a hand roughly through his hair, and then over his face.
"Sorry. I was thinking about dad. And then mom."
"Ah. Gotcha." That was apparently all the explanation he needed. "Anything you want to talk about?"
"That was a smooth little transition of topics there." I joked, as I laid back down and snuggled into his side again.
"I'm getting really good at that." He deadpanned. "So anything you need to vent about?"
"No, actually, even though I was thinking about them, I was thinking more about you. I'm sure I've said it before, but I don't know if you really know how much you meant to me then. You were so amazing, that was so much to deal with, and you never once acted like you got tired of it or sick of me. You were just so amazing." He squeezed me close.
"Meh, i just wanted in your pants." He joked. I pinched him hard on his side, and he yelped and pulled away, laughing.
"I'm serious!" I laughed as he pulled me closer.
"I know, I know. But babe, even back then, there's no way I could have ever left your side. yeah, we were just friends, but even then, didn't it seem so much stronger than that?" I thought about it and nodded against his side. "And it was never hard for me. Well, no, I take that back. It was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, watching you suffer through that. I even remember telling myself, not necessarily in the whole 'death do you part' way, but I remember swearing to myself that I would do everything I could to make sure you never, ever had to feel pain like that again."
I looked up at him and he was staring straight up to the ceiling. His eyes looked a little watery, though his voice remained steady. I propped myself up on my arm beside him, taking his face in my hand, and turning it to face me.
"Jacob Black, I love you so much. Far too much for my own good." And I kissed him passionately, to which he eagerly responded. his hand wound up in my hair, pulling me closer to him. My hand slid gently down his face and neck, landing on his perfectly chiseled chest. His hand slipped down my other side, and pulled me on top of him. His skin burned through my tank top, and I was absolutely itching to have skin to skin contact with him. The hand that was in my hair moved slowly down my back, and both hands teased the skin just underneath the hem of my top. I moved my legs to straddle his body, while I moved my lips down his chin to his neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses there. I heard him hiss and moan at the same time, which caused me to involuntarily grind myself into him. He moaned louder, digging his fingers into the small of my back. I sat up on him, keeping my core right on top of his. His eyes were dark with lust. He looked nearly animalistic in his need, and the thought that it was all for me was nearly enough to make me come on the spot. As I gyrated my hips, I slid my hands up and down my torso, squeezing a breast or twisting a nipple with each pass. Suddenly his hands went up my sides, and off came my top, and his mouth was attached to a nipple. I called his name out at the sudden sensation, and grinded my hips into his.
"Oh fuck Jake, Oh, you feel so damn good." And he rocked hard against me, hitting my clit just right, causing me to scream out.
"Oh baby, I can already feel how wet you are. So fucking wet."
"Oh Jake, oh baby, it's all you, you do this, you make me so wet." My body was aching for more. "Jake….Oh Jake, I need you."
"What do you need baby?" He said as his hand worked it's way down my shorts.
"Mmm, oh, I need you….I need you touching me…..I want to feel you, every bit of you. I want to feel you buried inside me, taking me hard." He flipped us to where He was on top now, his hand down my shorts.
'Oh baby, I wanna feel you too. I want to feel those plump little tits pushing up against me. I want to feel the hot, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. I want your legs wrapped around me, as I fuck you. I want to hear you scream my name."
"Now…...I need you now." I said breathlessly. He slid his hands down my thighs, taking my shorts with them. I did the same with his boxers, and wrapped my hand around his dick.
"Bella!" He cried out, moving in my hand.
"Let me suck it." I said looking up at him.
"Only if you let me taste you." I nodded, smiling. He turned so he was straddling my face. I ran my tongue down his length, and shivered as licked around my clit. I kept one hand wrapped around him, as I teased his tip with open mouthed kisses. He flicked his clit with his tongue, and I nearly lost it, and took him all in at once, which caused him to moan loudly, and then his face was buried in me. It was absolutely amazing, knowing I was giving him pleasure, and at the same time receiving such amazing pleasure. He moaned once, and the vibrations alone made me shudder. I took it as deep as I could, and he let out another long, low moan, to which I bucked up into his face again. Without warning, he jerked up, and turned himself around to face me again.
"I can't stand it, I need to be in you."
"Yes, please Jake!"
And he plunged into me hard and fast. I couldn't hold back the scream, but neither could he. And he never went slow.
"Oh, God, Bella! Bella I can't stop, I have to...oh!" He said with a scream, pounding as hard as he could. Something small in the back of my mind said this was dangerous territory, but my body felt too good to think about it.
"Jake, Ungh, don't…..don't stop…...more!" I screamed. "More Jake!" And he did. I didn't even feel like myself anymore, I felt like a feral animal that just couldn't get enough. I heard fabric ripping, and I swear I heard the sound of wood breaking, but none of that mattered. Then he looked down into my eyes, and I swear they looked solid black.
"Who do you belong to?" He said in a rough voice.
"You Jacob. I belong to you." I said evenly, looking him straight in the eye.
"Only me."
"Only you, always you."
"You are mine. Only mine."
"And you are mine." I said in something resembling a growl. "You belong to me, Jacob. Ephraim. Black."
I screamed with my orgasm as Jacob kept moving, and just as I finished, I heard him roar loudly with his own, and that's when I blacked out.