Warning: M-rated sexual intercourse.
CHAPTER 13: Famous Last Words
I took my time in returning to my little blue house at the end of the street, the paint still chipped. I unlocked the door.
I searched for a container of tacs and threw myself heavily until the couch. After speaking to Emily, and hearing how upset Jared was, I was even more conflicted. I tried to mesh together my concerns with how I felt. Did Jared really love me? Emily claimed that the imprinting magic was as real as anything. But there was something that made me feel disgusting for being a part of this. Like I was an accomplice to slavery.
Yet, Jared was happy. My mere presence soothed him, if I understood everything correctly. Maybe the magic had formed our connection without consulting him, but had it hurt anybody? I was honestly ecstatic that he finally reciprocated my affections. And that put the thought in my head…
What if the magic had affected me even before the whole wolf thing had happened to Jared? If I was the one he was supposed to be with, then that meant we were soulmates.
The word felt heavy in mind. Soulmates. Did I even believe in that? But how else could I explain my pining for Jared for so long?
And, if that were the case, then Jared imprinting on me was milestones behind my own version of that magic.
I was feeling better at the whole thing, more secure with my feelings and his. If what Emily said were true, then it was inescapable. I still had a million questions and worries, but was it so terrible to enjoy what had happened? Jared clearly didn't care. Not that he had the willpower to do so, but maybe the purpose of this phenomenon was deeper than even I could see. I would have to think more on this matter later.
I had made my decision.
Finding my phone, I pressed talk, since my last four hundred calls were ones that I had missed from Jared. Five rings later, he answered with a breathless, "Kim!"
"I see your caller ID is working," I joked, twirling a strand of hair nervously.
"Yeah," he said unsure, probably wondering about such a quick change in attitude. I had been a little cruel when we had last talked.
I didn't feel like making small talk. An emerging trait of mine, I realized. "Can we speak?" I asked. "In person?"
"Yes, yes, yes, of course," he had started saying before I even finished my first question. His tone suddenly sounded way happier and optimistic. "Now?"
"Sure," I agreed.
"Be there in five," he promised joyfully, and I imagined his grin. It made me smile too.
I pressed end and sighed with relief. Our impending discussion would hopefully go a lot better than the first.
Something clicked in my mind, a settled and absolutely content feeling. A plan formed and I knew exactly how I was going to begin my talk with Jared. I glanced down at my clothes and took off like a shot towards my bedroom to change. Jared said five minutes, but that probably meant two or three. I had very little time to organize anything.
I changed, grabbed Elvis's cage and put it in the kitchen, and zipped over to the front door when I felt that twitch at the base of my neck. It dawned on me that I knew when Jared was around. Now was no exception.
Opening the door, Jared's tall and hesitant form filled the entrance way. I didn't pause, and wrapped my arms around his too-warm-to-be-normal body.
We spoke at the same time: "I'm sorry!"
"I shouldn't have dumped everything on you all at once, it's a wonder you didn't run screaming into the forest and accusing me of being delusional—"
"I didn't know how to react and so I went into defensive mode and thought of all the flaws with your feelings and the whole situation, my insecurities got the best of me—"
"Sam made me see how shallow I must have seemed and I hate how I was before, but I'd like to think it was a matter of 'when' not 'if' I would notice you, even without the imprinting—"
"Emily was really helpful and I can't doubt our feelings any longer—"
We both stopped at the same time to breath and absorb what the other person had said. He must have sponged up my words quickly, for I was lifted off my feet and into his arms with a yell of happiness.
"Really?" he exclaimed. "You don't doubt this?"
I wrapped my arms around his delicious looking neck. "No," I murmured into his ear. "If I have a choice between having you and being incredibly happy with a few doubts, or being miserable to prove a point I'm not sure of, then I choose the happy version."
"Smart choice," he said, nuzzling my neck, and I felt him running his hands lower and lower, while his lips began to nibble at the spot where my neck met my ear.
"Well, you didn't imprint on a fool," I giggled when he kissed a particularly sensitive spot.
He carried me into the house and buried his face into my neck, his body shaking. With mirth, I realized. "I love you," he said.
I lifted my head and stared straight into his eyes. "I love you too."
Again, I whisked around in circles. Good thing I didn't suffer from motion sickness. "This is the happiest day of my life!" he pronounced, half-hysterical with joy. The power I had felt over him increased, but it was a good kind of power, one I would never want to abuse. I would rather die.
These realizations made my head spin slightly, or was that Jared's exultant spinning? "Stop!" I demanded, giggling. "You're going to make me nauseous."
He slowed down but didn't completely cease. "Are you going to go all psycho-Kim if I listen to what you say?" he asked with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes. "No, you only get more gold stars for listening to my everyone command from now on."
"Oh, really?" he drawled, tightening his grip on me. I complying wrapped my legs around his waist and we both comprehended our position and smiled stupidly at each other.
"Yes. In fact, I have them all ready to earn in that room," I pointed towards my bedroom.
"Do you?" he pressed a kiss to my throat.
"Let's find out!" I said eagerly, squirming out of his arms and pulling his hand towards the destination.
"Are you sure?" he asked, pupils blown.
I ran a hand across his cheek. "I think I might die of frustration if you aren't naked and on top of me like, now."
Jared didn't need to be told again. He stopped touching me long enough to throw his shirt off and eagerly remove his shorts.
He wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I stared, but not for nearly long enough because he closed the remaining gap between us and pressed his lips and full body to mine. The kiss was possessive, his tongue immediately plunging into my mouth and exploring every crevice, sucking on my tongue. I moaned wantonly. His hands ran over my body, pulling my pants down and snaking into my underwear to touch me. The wetness there probably told him everything.
"Please," I whimpered into his mouth, tangling my hands in his hair and pulling. He growled and pushed me onto the bed, trapping me beneath his large and strong body. I shoved my hips forward, grinding against his hand still poised over my entrance.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, mouth so close to mine I felt like we were breathing as one.
"Yes, yes, please," I begged, squirming for some relief. I could feel the extent of his own arousal, his cock large and hard, pressed against my thigh. I wanted that. I had no idea how to make that happen or how it would fit, but I wanted that inside me. And I wanted it now.
"So eager," he husked, removing my pants and underwear entirely, with my shirt and bra quickly following.
We were both naked and on fire.
My hand moved lower, skimming over his cock lightly. "Can I?" I pleaded.
"God, yes, anything you want," he said reverently.
I squeezed gently, thinking of all my fantasies and how none of them came remotely close to the reality. His cock made my hand look tiny. He practically howled just from that touch and set his dark eyes on me and dove back for my mouth with his lips, sucking my bottom lip and then licking more. He definitely had a thing with licking.
Involved as I was with fucking his mouth, I also kept touching his cock, alternating between pressure and movement. "What do you like?" I broke the kiss long enough to ask. He immediately nibbled on my neck, grazing his teeth and making me shiver and get wetter than I've ever been in my life. I don't know if I could stand this much longer.
"Everything you're doing," he murmured in my ear, swirling his tongue there too. That was too much, and I grabbed his lips and pulled him as close to me as possible so I could grind his cock against my wet entrance, close to where I wanted it to actually be. He let me control the pace and the movements, content to seemingly drive me into a frenzy with his mouth on my neck.
I didn't know the exact mechanics of what to do next, and felt intoxicated with lust. We'd never even really kissed before and now we were about to jump straight into doing what I'd always imagined. I searched, but I found no shame for what was about to happen. I only felt desired and frenetic with desire in return.
My hand still touching him, I brought his cock closer to where I wanted it. "How do we do this? Please. I want you so much," I begged.
"You haven't done this before?" he growled possessively.
"No," I breathed, "you're the only one I've ever even kissed. But I've dreamed about this. I want you. I've wanted you for so long."
This caused him to go frantic with need. He moved us so we were lined up, his hand moving down and a finger plunging into where I wanted it most.
I cried out in pleasure, moving my hips with as much force as I could, rutting against him to find relief. His finger touched my clit and I could feel how close I was getting from just that contact.
"More, Jared, I want more of you," I shook with want. I gave his cock a few pumps, bouncing myself on his finger, another of which slipped in easily. But two wasn't enough. I tried to guide his cock toward me, but that caused him to pause. I whimpered.
"Sweetheart, I don't know if we should go all the way so fast," he whispered, his fingers still buried inside me thankfully.
"I want to," I told him, moving to get more friction and pleasure, "I want you inside me."
He opened his mouth, but I knew what he was going to ask. "I'm sure," I told him firmly. A new fear occurred to me, and I froze. "Is this what you want?" I had to check.
"More than anything," he said.
When he finally buried his cock inside me, larger and wider than anything before, I was so wet from him having gone so tortuously slow there was only a minor discomfort from the welcome intrusion. Our bodies moving together in rhythm, at a steady pace that didn't last nearly long enough. Time slowed and I felt his body tense, the release of hot spurts mixing with my own wetness. He howled, and the noise and the pleasure on his face, the sensation of fullness, brought me tumbling over the edge.
We both collapsed, limbs entangled.
"Gold star," I muttered, spent.
His chest rumbled in approval, and he nipped at my shoulder before burying his nose in my hair.
A well-earned exhaustion pulled us both under.
