Chapter Eight
When we reached the Makah Tribe, Paul and Jacob went to speak with the chief while I remained with the chief's wife. She was a kind older lady who made me feels welcomed and answered the questions I had about the bonding of the two tribes.
"You are with the young chief?" She asked while preparing some food for the men. I assisted with shucking the corn, nodding as a small smile spread across my face.
"You'll be good for him. I can see how you two have love blossoming. It's a beautiful thing to be a mate."
I remembered hearing Jacob's father mention something about that before we left but hadn't thought it meant anything. So I asked now why it seemed that I was treated differently than other women in the tribe.
"Because you are special. He will never look at another but you. All pale in comparison to you for him. You were crated for him and him for you. Embrace it and enjoy all your new life will offer you." She smiled.
After their talks of tribe business were finished, Jacob rejoined me and we dined with the chief and his family. I paid close attention to Jacob throughout the meal. He was surrounded by beautiful women but he only allowed his eyes to rest on me. I smiled and blushed every time. The chief's wife caught our exchanges and gave me a smile that said, "I told you so."
We finished our meal and were offered a spare cabin for the night. Jacob built a fire in the bedroom for us while Paul made a spot for himself in the front room. I bid him goodnight and headed into the bedroom, surprised Jacob was standing in front of the window. He had removed his shirt, vest and boots; leaving his pants on to sleep in. I walked over towards him and placed my hand on his back. He slowly turned and jumped on me, his hands roughly pawing at my clothing.
"Jacob, what had gotten into you?" I managed to ask as he placed hot kisses all over my neck and shoulders.
"I need you." he growled in a rough voice.
I pushed him away and looked into his eyes. They were glowing bright chocolate brown, the same way his eyes looked when he was the wolf. He was struggling with his wolf at the moment and needed to be with me. The chief's wife explained it to me earlier. Jacob would never look at another but others would look at me. Unmated wolves, who could sense the bond between us, would desire what he and I shared. As wolves are predatory creatures, they often will feel the desire to reclaim their mate through sexual passion.
His shoulders were heaving and his breathing was deep and ragged. There was no bringing him back from the edge. The wolf was now in control.
I back up on the bed as Jacob stalked towards me like I was his prey. When my head was lying on the pillows, his hand shot out and he yanked my pants down to my ankles. He spread my legs a bit wider apart and dove face first into my soaked womanhood. My head tossed and turned while I bit down on my thumb to keep my moans from being too loud. It wasn't long before I exploded, coating the bottom half of his face in my juices. He smirked and cleaned his face off while he undid the string holding his pants together and stepped out of them when they hit the floor. I sucked in a breath at the sight of his manhood and prepared myself. Jacob remained silent as he crawled onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He positioned himself over me and slipped two fingers into my slick walls while his lips captured mine again.
I gasped and squealed from the attention I was receiving while I ran my nails up and down his back. Jacob groaned and swiftly removed his finger, moaning, "I need to be inside of you."
He gripped his full length and guided himself into me, slowly pumping as I stretched myself to accommodate him. Jacob picked up speed gradually as I became wetter and slicker. Growls escaped his throat and forced him to become rougher as he neared his climax. A loud grunt filled the air as he exploded, biting down on my shoulder as he did. I cried out sharply at the pain but Jacob licked at the wound and kissed it, the pain subsiding as he did. Slowly he pulled himself out of me and covered us up with the blankets.
"Are you okay?" He asked as I snuggled into his side.
"My shoulder feels a little sore but I'm okay. What was that all about?"
"My wolf felt the need to mark you, further claiming you as ours. I'm sorry if I was a bit rough but sometimes I can't control the urge. You bring it out of me."
