So, I'll keep this short and sweet - this chapter contains sexual content. You are warned and I am really nervous about posting it, but my betas seemed to like it...

I've said it once, but I'll say it again: I LOVE MY BETA GIRLS! Many thanks to the wonderful Kitty aka Cat (Rhodes11) and Shamika aka October Skies. You're both amazing and I wouldn't be able to do this without you.

The chapter title comes from "Anywhere" by 112. I don't own that or the characters used in this story... I just like to play!

*I Know You See Me*

*Jacob's POV – I Want To Hear You Scream My Name*

"Bella, I love you so much." I was breathing heavy, my very obvious arousal straining against the zipper of my cutoffs. This kiss was getting a bit out of hand, but I couldn't find the will to stop. I needed this, and the five years of being away from my mate had built up like a monster, just waiting to burst forth from inside me.

"I need you, Jacob. I love you," she whispered against my lips as I leaned down to capture hers once more. I couldn't give her the opportunity to break my will down more than it already was. I couldn't take this to the level we both obviously wanted, not while she was injured.

"Baby, you're hurt," I whispered as she pulled her lips away from mine.

"N-no, I'm fine. I need to be with you, please."

I wasn't comfortable lying on top of her on the couch, my legs were cramped, and being so close to her wasn't doing anything to help me stay strong. I did want to do this, but she had been hurt. I didn't want to risk hurting her any more.

I had to get up; I had to stop this before things escalated any further.

"B-Bella, stop, please," I stuttered. I was desperately trying to hold onto the tiny amount of self-control I had left, but she was breaking me, wearing me down to a quivering pile of nerves and lust. She was my Achilles heel, always had been, and she knew it.

"We really shouldn't do this right now; there are still too many things we have to talk about before we can have sex."

The words left my mouth in a rush. That wasn't what I wanted. What I wanted was to jump back on top of her and ravish every fucking inch of her body. That would have to wait; though, for the life of me I couldn't place my finger on the exact reason why we shouldn't just get to the loving part. I'd waited all this time for her, to feel her and have her with me; to be inside of her. I wanted all of that and more, but my damn conscience was getting the best of me.

"Jake, please. Please," she moaned against the skin of my neck, her teeth nipping roughly before I felt her tongue lathe and soothe the same spot. She was going to fucking kill me, I was sure of it. "I know we have so much to talk about, but I need you. I've waited so long for this moment, for you. So please, take me, Jacob."

She obviously knew I wanted her; my dick was poking against her inner thigh. Was it really good to just skip the talks that we both knew we needed to have and get straight to the sex?

I slid down her body, careful to keep my weight off of her, and stood up. This wasn't the right time, no matter how badly I wanted it. Bella had just been attacked by her psycho ex and there were three nosey vamps around here somewhere that could probably hear every word we were saying.

It wasn't exactly the most opportune time to let go of my inhibitions and fuck the hell out of my gorgeous-as- fuck mate. We had all the time in the world to do whatever we wanted, especially now that we were together.

This was the beginning of forever, and I would take my time with her.

"Maybe we should head back to the Rez, you know?" I said as I watched the corner of her lips lift into a coy grin.

"I think we should stay right here and you can show me just how much you've missed me."

She was fucking teasing me, the little minx. Two could play at this game.

"Do you now? Well, as much as I'd love to be balls deep inside you right now, Bella, I really don't think our first time should be while the Cullens are around and can hear you screaming my name as I fuck you; do you, kitten?"

Her eyes grew wide for a moment and then she sat up slowly, her tiny hands reaching out for me. I obliged and walked into her grip, her fingers finding purchase in the belt loops of my shorts.

"I think that sounds like a great idea, and if they don't like it, they can leave. All I care about is you."

She tugged me closer, my navel right at face level, and I watched as she ran her tongue around it. Her eyes flicked up to mine slowly as she repeated the action over and over. I couldn't stay away from her; this girl was like a fucking addiction. I found myself lying back on top of her, careful not to crush her, and pushed my lips against hers roughly.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me right now, Bella," I moaned - fucking moaned - as I pulled back away from her lips, but still unable to pull away completely.

She was just too fucking delicious for her own good.

"I think I do," she whispered softly against my lips, her tongue dragging against the bottom one, like the sweetest kind of torture.

She tasted so good: like mint with a hint of sweetness and something just so Bella. I couldn't get enough of it, enough of her.

Bella arched her back and ground herself against the front of my cutoffs, my dick once more rubbed roughly against the zipper and my mind was made up. Even if I couldn't be inside Bella tonight – which I really, really wanted to be – I had to get these damn things off at the very least.

"I can't promise how far we'll go tonight, but I have to get these shorts off before they chafe my dick right off."

Bella giggled loudly as she pulled back away from me. Looking down into her eyes: so wide, curious and full of trust, I knew that my resolve to stay strong was probably going to be futile. No matter how much I fought against her, she would always be my Kryptonite – my biggest weakness. She knew that, and I knew that...

And that was exactly why Edward wanted to get to her.

How could I have been so fucking stupid? He was plotting all of this to get even with me. He was willing to hurt Bella all because of some fucking pissing contest? He was going to kill the girl I love to make me weak and then finish me off.

Son of a bitch!

"Jacob, what's wrong? What is it? He's back – oh God, he's back, isn't he?" Bella asked, her voice becoming louder and taking on a higher pitch as her heart began slamming inside her chest.

She was panicking… shit!

Maybe we would be talking tonight. We needed to get this all out in the open, even though my body had other ideas of how to pass the time.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here, Bella. I'm always going to be here. He's not anywhere near by, baby, I promise. I was just thinking about something." Honesty Jake… Just be honest with her. "I just realized what his game is. I mean, it's not a game – but to him… He's doing all of this because he's pissed that you chose me instead of him. He knows that if he were to hurt you or take you from me, I wouldn't be able to fight him. He'd win because he knows I'd willingly choose death."

"D-don't talk like that," she whispered. Her voice and heart were both calm again as she ran her fingers through my hair. "I can't lose you, not this time. I fought so damn hard against what I knew in my heart, all for nothing. I went to Italy to save Edward and all that time he had been planning on killing me anyway." Her nails scratched against my scalp and I had to fight the urge to close my eyes. This needed to be said, and I would hear her out.

"There will never be anyone else for me, Jacob. If I lose you…" she paused, her eyes welling up with tears as she stopped her hands, holding my head steady as she stared straight into my eyes once again.

I would never tire of that. This girl held her soul inside her eyes. All I'd ever wanted to hear from her was right there, for the whole world to see. I'd just been too blinded by my hate for the bloodsucker and the fact that she'd left to go save him to see it.

"If I lose you," she continued, "there's nothing left for me. There can be no me without you."

"And I feel the same, my Bella. I've always felt that way about you. All that time you were fighting against your feelings for me. Even though I knew you were in love with me. That was how I felt – I still do."

"I'm so sorry, Jacob. I know I've said it a bunch of times but I'll tell you over and over for the rest of my life. I'm so very sorry that I left you that night. I should have stayed with you, where I knew all along that I really, truly belonged."

"Well, I have you now and I'm never letting go. Now no more sad stuff, okay?" I had to try to ease the tension in the room, so I did the only thing I could think of to make her laugh: tickling her sides. She giggled, grabbing my hands tightly in hers.

"Please, no tickling…" she gasped. Her voice all breathy sounding was so hot, and now we were right back to where we had been before the talk. The sexual tension in this room was stifling and my dick was once again rock hard and pushing up against the zipper of my shorts.

This was getting ridiculous and I couldn't stand it any longer.

I let go of her sides and slid slowly back off the couch, all the while her eyes following me. I reached down, unbuttoning my shorts, sliding the zipper down and letting them go so they fell loosely around my hips. Her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink and I couldn't help the cocky smile that overtook my lips.

She was as turned on as I was, and maybe I wasn't going to take this as slow as I'd thought. She was so beautiful, and we'd both waited so long for this moment. This was everything I'd ever wanted, and I wasn't going to fight against my need for this woman – I'd promised myself that I would stop fighting against her. I could never deny her anything. Or myself, for that matter.

I had to feel her body wrapped around mine, in every way possible.

"I don't think I can help myself," I whispered throatily. "I was going to take this slow – let us get to know one another again, but you look too fucking edible for your own good." The growl coming from my mouth was predatory. I was going to stalk my prey and devour her… in the best of ways, of course.

"Don't hold back, Jacob."

Oh, she had no idea what she was asking for.

I bent down, careful to keep my shorts in place and hefted Bella up into my arms. I walked slowly down the hall toward the rooms at the back of the apartment, all the while enjoying the feel of her wrapped in my arms, just where she was meant to be.

"Which door, Bella?" I asked, looking from left to right.

"L-left," she stuttered as she leaned her face into the crook of my neck. I could hear her inhaling my scent, taking me in, before she placed an open-mouthed kiss against my Adam's apple.

"Fuck, you have no idea what you're opening yourself up to, Bells." The constant rumble in my chest was causing her to vibrate slightly against me as she continued to work her mouth over my skin.

"I love it when you call me that, and I don't care what you say; I want you to take me in any way you want. I'm yours Jacob, always."

This was going to be hard and fast – nothing like our first time should be, but I couldn't stop myself. There was no way the beast was backing down now.

I moved her around in my arms so that she was facing me. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms locked around my neck. Walking forward, I pinned her tightly between my body and her closed bedroom door.

"You're in trouble now little girl," I growled between my teeth. My fingers of my right hand were digging into the soft flesh of her ass as I used my left hand to pull my shorts off. The denim pooled around my feet before I kicked them off to the side. My left hand took up residence on her other ass cheek and I pulled her tightly against me.

"Take your shirt off, Bella. You've awoken the monster inside me, and there's no way we're going to stop now – he wants to play, too."

She grinned slightly before she let her arms fall from around my neck. I watched her eyes closely as she lifted the hem of her shirt – our eye contact only breaking for a moment as she pulled it off over her head. She let it fall to the floor beside us into the growing pile of clothing.

She wasn't wearing a bra – fuck!

I hissed slightly as our skin met for the first time. The feel of her skin, so soft and supple against mine was amazing. I knew I'd never forget this moment for as long as I lived and no other woman would ever be able to make me feel like this again. Hell, no woman had ever been able to compare with Bella. She was perfect, beautiful, and all mine.

Her nipples, hardened into stiff peaks, rubbed against my chest and my eyes closed; my forehead meeting hers for a moment before I took her lips against mine. I waited for her to open up to me and she didn't disappoint. I moved my tongue with hers, tasting her mouth. I couldn't get her close enough, not like this. I needed more.

"More, Bella," I breathed as I broke the kiss. "I need you so much, please."

"Still too many clothes," she moaned against my lips.

She was right; her borrowed shorts were in the way of me getting the part of her I desperately wanted at that moment.

With great effort I let her unwrap her legs from around me and helped her get steady on her feet as I backed away slightly. She stood there naked from the waist up, looking more beautiful than I'd ever seen her – hair a mess from my fingers running through it, her lips swollen from our kisses, and her eyes full of love and lust directed straight at me.

I watched with rapt attention as she moved her fingers down to the button of her shorts and she undid them quickly, pushing them down over her hips before kicking them off to the side where our pile of clothes now lay.

"You're – beautiful." That was all I could manage as I stared at her. She was fucking breathtaking and I wanted her. I had to have her. "Mine…"

This wasn't going to last nearly as long as I wanted it to, but she was finally all mine and I was going to take her in every way possible.

*Bella's POV*

I watched his eyes as they raked up and down my body. I wasn't the least bit nervous standing here in front of Jacob with no clothes on – he made me feel beautiful and wanted. I'd never felt as sexy as I did in that moment.

"Mine…" he growled.

A rush of wetness seeped from between my legs as his voice washed over me. I was ready. I'd denied this part of myself for far too long, the part that was a sexual creature and wanted desperately to be taken over by no one but the man that stood in front of me.

I knew that this was going to hurt. I had never had sex before, but I was going to welcome it. I would embrace the pain that came with giving this part of myself to Jacob, a part of me that no one else would ever have.

"Take me, I'm yours," I whispered. My voice more sure and steady than it had ever been.

He didn't hesitate; he took two long strides back toward me and hefted me up into his strong arms. I was once again pinned between the hot, muscular body of Jacob and the cold wood of my bedroom door, and I couldn't imagine being anywhere else at that very moment.

I felt Jacob lean toward my neck where the bandages were covering the scratches that Edward had left, and he placed a gentle kiss over them.

"Do they hurt much, baby?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine, really," I lied.

I knew that he could see right through the fib, but he didn't call me out on it. I'd never been a good liar, that fact hadn't changed. It didn't matter anyway; all I wanted was to feel him against me, inside me. I was finally right where I was meant to be, and I wasn't going to let a few sore scratches keep me from feeling everything I knew Jacob could make me feel.

"I'm glad you're okay," he said before once again placing a soft kiss against my neck. The feel of his lips on my skin caused a shiver to run up my spine and another rush of warmth to bloom in my abdomen.

This was it; there was no turning back now. This was the moment I'd waited for for over five years. I was finally going to give all of myself: heart, body and soul, to the man I loved.

"Please, Jacob," I begged.

I wanted this. I was surer about this than I'd ever been about anything else, besides that I loved Jacob Black with everything I was. There were no doubts that this was what I wanted – forever. "I love you, and I want to give you this."

He pushed me tighter against the door as he moved his body so I was lined up against him where he could slip inside me. I held on tightly around his shoulders as he looked into my eyes one more time before pushing himself inside my body, breaking through the barrier that had held my innocence in one swift, blurring motion.

There were no explosions of fireworks or sunshine and butterflies. There wasn't anything like that. I was full of Jacob, connected to him in every way physically possible and it really fucking hurt. It wasn't soft or gentle, and my body sure as hell didn't feel like it was on another plane of conciousness or some shit like that. Nothing about this felt comfortable or pleasureable. It wasn't anything like they described in books at all.

I hissed through the pain and felt like a cat trying to climb a tree as I tried to back off of him. I wouldn't regret giving myself to him, but the pain...

Pain I expected, but the burn and stretch and the feeling of being overwhelmingly full, to the point I felt as if I were going to rip in half… that wasn't at all how I'd imagined sex to feel.

And people did this for a living?

"Shh, I'm sorry – I'm so sorry," he whispered as he panted into my hair. "It gets better, I promise."

"It hurts," I admitted. I felt like such a fucking baby – were those tears I felt trailing down my cheeks? I felt as if I couldn't handle this now that we'd already come this far.

"You tell me to stop and I will, I'll pull out right now."

"No," I said quickly, not even hesitating. I still wanted this, no matter how much it hurt. Though none of it was pleasureable in a physical way for me, I did find myself taking pleasure in the fact that Jacob Black was now a part of me. He was inside of me, and it could only get better... right?

"Don't – I want to feel you," I assured him. "I'll take the pain as long as I get to have you this way."

"Bella…" He began before I quieted him by pushing my lips against his roughly. I would take it because I was finally getting to have Jacob, all of him.

He was mine.

He pulled back slightly, his hips separating from mine a few inches before pushing back into me roughly. My ass smacked against the door and my head flew back as I let all of the feelings wash over me. The stark contrast of cold and hot and the intense feeling of him being so deep inside of me - my nerves were on overload, every movement was almost too much, but I wanted this.

"Do that again," I moaned. I was acting like a bitch in heat and I apparently had a bit of a dirty side, but I was beyond caring. This was the beginning of forever with a man I didn't deserve, but I was selfish and I was going to keep him.

Jacob pulled back again and repeated the motion, slamming my ass into the door behind me as his dick hit something inside of me that felt almost pleasurable. I wasn't under the impression that it would feel good enough to get me off, but the knowledge that this was really happening with Jacob right now was amazing. It was worth the pain.

I pulled back enough to look at Jacob's face, admiring the pucker between his brows as if he were concentrating really hard. He was so beautiful in his pleasure, and I felt the swell of pride that it was me that was giving it to him.

Finally, I'd done something right. I could love him like no one else could, that fact I was absolutely sure of.

His hips connected with mine again, over and over the motions repeated: out, in – ass slamming against the door – out, his hips moving in a bit of a circle, and back in. His pubic bone brushing against my clit roughly was enough to make my eyes cross as my nails found purchase in the skin of his shoulders.

There were no more words spoken, just the sound of Jacob's heavy breathing and an occasional gasp of surprise as he hit that same spot inside of me and my clit getting some much needed attention. This was everything I could have wanted my first time to be like, even though it was rushed and against a door.

But that was just how things between Jacob and me had always been: crazy, heated and sometimes painful – but it was natural and just… us. It was perfect.

His eyes found mine, and for one brief moment time stopped.

Everything that I'd ever feared: Edward, the Volturi, losing Jacob… it was all washed away by the truth behind the deep brown of his eyes. I was his, and he would never let anyone ever hurt me again. From this moment on we were one.

"I love you," he moaned, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued to move inside me. My body was aching, the burn and pain still there, but it didn't matter. I would always remember this moment with him. We weren't fixed completely, but we both loved each other, and nothing would come between us again.

"I fucking love you, Bella. You're mine."

I gasped loudly as his hips hit against mine roughly; I could feel him swell inside me and the look on his face told me all I needed to know: his eyes were heavily lidded, his mouth open slightly as he moaned my name under his breath.

I couldn't help but feel giddy at the fact that I'd done that to him; I'd made him feel good.

His fingers loosened from the cheeks of my ass – I was sure to have bruises in the morning, but I couldn't bring myself to care – and his forehead met mine as he shuddered slightly.

"I'm sorry it was so fast…"

"It was perfect," I said quickly, cutting him off before he ruined the moment. "Maybe next time we'll try it in a bed, if we can make it that far."

Jacob laughed, and I could feel him swell inside me again before he pulled his hips back, pulling out of me.

I tried not to let my disappointment show. I felt the profound loss of him immediately and started to worry that he'd already turned me into some sort of sex-starved nymphomaniac. I knew that wasn't it; I missed the connection to him. When we were together this way, it was the closest we could ever possibly be and I missed the feeling already.

"Don't worry," he whispered, his lips moving against the shell of my ear as his breath fanned across my skin. "This is far from over. We have five years to make up for, if you're not too sore."

I mulled it over for a brief moment before leaning forward, my lips connecting with the skin of his neck and inhaled deeply. I let the tip of my tongue run along his collarbone before I let out a small moan; the taste of him was so fucking intoxicating.

Sore or not, I wanted him. I needed to feel that connection, the feeling of being totally and completely consumed by Jacob. I needed to be reassured that this wasn't all some sort of dream, and so I pulled back slightly, my eyes meeting his again and smiled.

"Take me to bed, Jacob."