Rating: M (language)
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Bella/Jake
Word-count: 505
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Prompt:
Song: "Kill of the Night" by Gin Wigmore
Phrase: "You've helped make me who I am."
Jacob swallowed as he watched her slink across the room. Curvy hips swayed back and forth like a weighted pendulum, her round, firm ass offering a teasing wiggle with each footfall. Shiny black boots—"fuck me boots," he thought with a wince—graced the curve her calves, reaching just below her knees to expose a swath of creamy skin. He pictured his hands there, caressing every inch of that smooth cashmere as they worked their way under her black miniskirt, to the apex of her thighs.
He adjusted himself in his pants.
Her movements were streamlined, precise, oblivious to the turned heads and low whistles as she crossed the worn, wooden floor to the bar. Jacob's lip curled instinctively at the catcalls, exposing his canines in a possessive snarl. This was his Bella, his mate. If he had to rip out the throats of everyone who came near her, he would.
Except …
"She's not yours anymore, man." Embry's voice was soft, submissive. Both he and his best friend knew what the wolf could never understand—that Jake had long ago made his choice, to accept the bond of an imprint, to a woman he barely knew, rather than listen to the call of his heart.
It was a decision he regretted every day.
Because while the imprint fulfilled ancient imperatives, both wolf and man still craved their mate, the woman they'd marked years ago in a moment of heated passion and moaning sighs.
The wolf wanted both. The man knew it didn't work that way—but his resolve was swiftly crumbling.
Taking a long pull off his beer, Jacob slammed the bottle on the high top, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm going up there."
"No, dude, don't—"
Embry's words fell on deaf ears as Jake stalked to the bar, her lingering, heady scent his GPS.
She was sitting on a stool, sipping rum and coke through a tiny red straw, her cherry lips puckered around the tip. The bartender stood mesmerized, pretending to dry glasses while his eyes traveled to the tempting cleavage between the swell of her breasts.
Mine, growled the wolf.
Jacob couldn't argue.
The man sitting to Bella's left leaned over, placing his hand on her exposed thigh. "You live nearby, sweetheart?" he asked in a drunken slur. "'Cause I'd sure like to drive you home tonight."
"Buy me another drink, and we'll see." She flashed him a coy smile, her words dripping honey and promise.
Snapping, Jacob pushed bystanders out of the way and carved out a space at the counter, to her right. "Bells."
She turned with a start, eyes narrowing as she realized who was there. "Yes?"
"What're you doing, honey? Bar hopping? Going home with strange men? This isn't you."
She laughed, licking her lips as the corner of her mouth rose in a sultry sneer. Her cold eyes met Jake's heated gaze. "It's the new me, honey. And I have you to thank—you've helped make me who I am."
A/N: Sorry, Jake lovers. I don't know what my beef has been with him these last couple weeks.