A/N: Sorry for the bit of a longer wait between the last chapter and this one. This was a bear of a chapter to write and it almost got the better of me. Just when I thought I was down for the count, the most wonderful betas in the world slapped my ass, toweled me off and shoved me back in the ring. Evelyn-Shaye and MunkeeRajah are the net under this highwire walker (50 points if you get that reference).
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Chapter 30 – Prisoner of Love
Jacob POV
When Leah'd punched me in the nuts hard enough to make me puke, my brain hadn't been able to focus on much of anything beyond the agony. When the pain faded, worry took over, and all I'd really thought about was finding my beta—and then Renesmee, once I discovered she'd gone after Leah alone.
Still, I was a guy, and beneath everything else my brain was dealing with, part of me had wondered if the blow to my package hadn't caused some permanent—or at least long-lasting—damage.
That would have sucked, to bust my balls before I'd ever gotten the chance to use them the way nature intended.
But now, with a half-naked Renesmee straddling me, her awe-inspiring tits swaying above my face … well, let's just say my fears about damage were definitely unfounded. My cock was in excellent shape, and the fucker was trying to punch its way out of my shorts to prove it.
The damn thing didn't care that we were locked in a shitty prison cell at the mercy of evil, psycho vampires. It wasn't concerned about getting caught or the unromantic setting, or even that—after we managed to escape—Edward would kick my ass for deflowering his daughter under these circumstances.
It was way too busy doing the happy dance in response to Nessie's plea that I pop her cherry. Its jubilation was quickly stifling my brain's attempts to hold on to reason and restraint.
I still had a few noble cells left somewhere in my body. My hands had been heading for the straps of her bra, and I forced them back down to her ribs—only slightly safer territory. Annoyance flashed in her eyes, and I saw the danger just a split second before she lowered her barely covered tits onto my chest and began licking and sucking along my collar bone.
"Baby, stop," I half-laughed, half-whined. "This isn't how our first time should be."
"Well then, rip the door open and carry me off to a posh hotel room with a king-sized bed and a Jacuzzi tub, and I'll be happy to wait another hour," she growled, nipping at the base of my throat. "But if you can't make that happen, then I say let's do this here. Now."
I tried again. "They could come back at any time."
"Nope." She licked the spot she'd just bit. "They're like clockwork. We've got two hours. Plenty of time."
Punctual vampire kidnappers. Just my luck.
Her little tongue was washing away my willpower, and my eyes started to roll back in my head. My brain made another valiant effort to regain control of the situation.
"Ness, we don't have a condom," I groaned. My voice was shaking as badly as my hands, which had somehow found their way under the band of her bra. I pulled them back out.
In the last few minutes of our conversation, before Ness started practically dry-humping me, a thought had been percolating in the back of my brain. The nasty realization came to the fore now. Suddenly, I knew exactly why Joham had kept me alive—and imprisoned me with my imprint.
"Knocking you up is probably exactly what Joham wants."
I was running out of arguments, but this was a good one. I was sure it would be the deal-breaker for her.
But instead of getting pissed or frustrated and telling me I was right, Renesmee smirked.
She looks way too pleased with herself.
She sat up, reached behind her in that amazing contortionist way that all girls seemed to be capable of, and unsnapped her bra. Shrugging her arms forward, she slid the scrap of lace off before tossing it to the floor. My eyes locked onto her naked breasts, and I rammed my hands under my own ass to keep them from following my gaze.
Too bad these damn shackles aren't attached to anything.
"I won't get pregnant," she murmured, her voice oozing sexy, smug satisfaction. "I've been on birth control for the past year."
I was shocked, flabbergasted, fucking bewildered by this news, and it was the only thing that could have torn my attention away from her tantalizing tits.
"What?" I choked stupidly.
"Jake, there is no way I'm going to end up like my mom and go through an unplanned pregnancy," she said, sounding insulted by my surprise. "As soon as I got my period for the first time, Carlisle and I started talking about contraception. Since I have a menstrual cycle, I can use birth control just like any other woman."
"And you're on it?" I squeaked, my head still swimming in shock.
Of course I knew she had a cycle; I remembered well the drama of her first period and coping with a bleeding adolescent in a houseful of vampires. Still, she'd never mentioned birth control. How did I not know she was on it? What else didn't I know?
"Yes." She smirked again. "So what's your next excuse?"
I had one last argument and was reluctant to give it up, but I was cornered.
"You might bleed. They'd smell it."
She snorted in disgust. "That's it? That's the best you've got?"
I nodded vigorously—desperately.
She leaned forward again, just brushing the tips of her hard little nipples against my chest. I clamped my lips shut. If I so much as parted them to breathe, I'd latch my mouth on her, and then this whole debate would be resolved.
"I won't bleed," she purred, wriggling her crotch on top of my painful boner. "That's one thing I don't have in common with human women. I don't have anything for you to tear." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, and she ghosted her lips over the outer shell of my ear. "I wasn't born with that pesky little membrane."
Every synapse in my brain short-circuited and the whole system fizzled into overload. Disjointed, bizarre thoughts tumbled over each other in my head, and I had to grit my teeth to keep the babble from dribbling out of my mouth.
How the hell did I not know that, either?
Granted, I wasn't a doctor, but I'd had my fingers inside her—more than once, for fuck's sake. I'd like to think I'd notice something like that, but maybe not. None of my pack brothers had been with virgins, so I didn't even have that second-hand knowledge to draw on. Ah, hell. What the fuck did I know about it anyway? Not enough, apparently because I'd had no idea it was even possible for a girl to be born without that. But then, I also hadn't known vampire-human hybrids were possible before Renesmee came along. I decided I didn't want to know how she knew she didn't have a … ah, screw it. Who cared?
"Fuck," I muttered succinctly.
I had nothing else, and she knew it. We both did.
"I give up. You win."
I immediately felt like a prick for putting it that way, because it made it sound like she was coercing me into doing something I didn't want to do. And I really, really did want it. I'd wanted it so badly for so long that just thinking it was really about to happen—that I was finally going to make love to her—was almost enough to make me bawl like a girl. Almost.
I'd just wanted to be married to her first, and doing this for the first time somewhere special and romantic—not to mention safe, without the danger of death or something worse hanging over our heads. Maybe that made me a pussy, but that's how I felt.
She took it like it sounded, stiffening on top of me and pulling away. She slid off my lap and bent quickly to snag her shirt off the floor, hiding her face in her long, dark curls. She turned away from me to yank the shirt over her head, but I caught a glimpse of moisture glistening on her cheeks before her face disappeared inside the shirt.
"Forget it," she said, the quiver in her voice confirming the tears she was trying to conceal. "I'm not going to beg. If you don't want to, that's fine."
I sat up quickly, grabbed the hem of the shirt and gently pulled it back over her head and out of her hands. She blinked at me, startled, and crossed her arms defensively over her naked breasts. I dropped the shirt on the floor and gently pried her arms open.
"Don't hide from me," I whispered, trying to make my voice as gentle and apologetic as possible. "I'm sorry. I'm an ass."
She studied me for a few heartbeats, obviously trying to interpret what my apology really meant—if I was finally giving in gracefully or just trying to ease the sting of rejection. I hated that I'd put that defensive, disappointed look in her eyes.
Using my light grip on her wrists, I pulled her into my arms. I shivered at the sensation of her hot, naked skin against mine. We'd been this far before, skin to skin, but this time was different. She pressed her wet face into my chest and absently stroked her small palms over the planes of my pects.
"I want you, sweetheart." I nuzzled the top of her head, feeling enveloped by her incredible aroma—and more than a little drunk on it. "Believe me." I wrapped my arms completely around her, wishing it were as easy to protect her from our enemies as it was to encompass her in my arms.
"I just want this to be good for you, and special," I sighed. "I'm not sure I can give you the first time you deserve in the middle of all ..." I flicked my wrist in a circle, encompassing the whole crappy little room in my gesture. "… this."
She huffed against my skin. "I know this isn't ideal," she muttered.
"That's an understatement," I interjected, then zipped my lip when she lifted her head and gave me a hard look. When she saw that I had my sarcasm under control, she continued.
"This isn't just about me, Jake," she said, determination firming the line of her jaw. "This is about us. If we do this, it will be your first time, too, and all that matters to me is that we share that with each other. I don't care where or how or why. I only care that it's you. I need it to be you."
The last vapors of my reluctance sizzled away into the stale atmosphere of our cramped, shitty little cell.
She was my imprint, my mate. Instinct demanded I give her whatever she needed, or wanted, or asked of me.
Instead of answering her with words that would be totally inadequate to express just how much I loved and desired her, I bent my head and touched my lips to the corner of her mouth. She relaxed against me, and when she turned her head to align her lips with mine, I traced the line of her lips with my tongue, urging her mouth open.
She recognized the change in my attitude right away, and responded to it like a cat with a firecracker tied to its tail. Abruptly she was all over me, climbing back onto my lap, her hands everywhere, her mouth demanding I give her everything immediately. Using her gift, she pushed her awareness into my head, and I was drowning in our mutual lust, reveling in her passion as it swamped my senses.
Until I felt her hands at the waistband of my shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping.
Heaving for air like a hiker cresting the North Face, I tore my mouth away from hers and grabbed her hands just as her fingers plunged inside my pants.
"Slow down, sweetheart," I grunted. My voice sounded strangled, like she was trying to wrap her fingers around my throat instead of my cock.
She jerked her hands out of mine and glared at me. Frustration was battling with the desire in her eyes, and for the moment, the frustration was winning.
"Why? I want you. Now."
I sighed and stroked my hands up and down her arms soothingly. "Well, for one thing, if you touch my dick now, I'm going to blow all over your hand," I explained, feeling heat climb up my neck and around my ears.
Her eyes widened, slightly startled at my admission. Then she snickered. I grinned at her, relieved that she wasn't really pissed.
"For another, if we rush this, it's going to hurt you."
She shook her head emphatically. "No, Jake. I already told you, I don't have a—"
I interrupted her. "Yeah, I heard you the first time you said it." I so did not want to hear her say that again.
The smooth skin between her eyebrows dented adorably, and she shook her head again, perplexed.
"Then what are you worried about?"
I rolled my eyes and groaned in frustration. How could a woman who knew so much about her own equipment be so naïve about how it was all going to work when it met up with my equipment?
"Ness, you've seen me naked when I phase," I began, carefully avoiding her eyes.
"Yeah? So?"
So? So we'd barely begun and I already had to confront one of my biggest fears.
Being a guy and having size insecurity was certainly not uncommon. My particular brand of insecurity was outside the norm. I had a big problem that had been worrying me since the day Nessie reached maturity and I realized she wasn't going to get any bigger.
And I wasn't going to get any smaller.
Paul had laughed his ass off when he'd caught me thinking about my problem one day while we were patrolling together. He'd berated me for being the only guy in the history of the world who worried that his johnson was too big. Then he'd pointed out that he was even bigger and that Rachel—My sister! The bastard was talking about my sister!—had no complaints. I'd kicked his butt thoroughly for that one and made sure in the future to keep those thoughts out of my head whenever I was in wolf form. Still, my worries had never gone away.
Once Ness and I became engaged, I'd started really exploring the extent of our problem. The first time we made it to third base had been a revelation on multiple levels. On the positive side, the experience proved to me that I could make her come. Hard and loud. However, having my finger inside her tight body also confirmed my suspicion that when we did decide to head for home base, it wasn't going to be an easy steal. Nature was accommodating, and I knew a certain amount of stretching would take place, but even a half-vampire's nearly indestructible body had its limits.
"Sooooo …" I gestured to my lap, where my shorts were doing a pretty good impression of a circus big top, "… do you think everything's going to just fit together effortlessly? Without a little bit of … preparation?"
She got it then. Her eyes rounded and her mouth popped a cute little "O" of surprise. After a moment of processing our predicament, she looked at me with a mixture of trepidation and trust in her big chocolate eyes.
"What do we do about it?"
I glanced toward the sink on the far side of the room. My mouth felt parched again, and I'd have liked another cup of water, but I really didn't want that sulphur stink on my breath when I kissed her. I already smelled like ass after seventy-two hours without a shower. No point in making it worse. Of course, we'd probably have to endure that rotten egg reek later; we'd need it to cover up the smell of sex. My dick twitched approvingly at the thought.
"We take it slow," I said, swallowing dryly. "You need to be really wet and relaxed before I try to get inside you, so I'm going to make you come a couple of times first, use my fingers to help get you ready and—"
I trailed off, concerned that her breathing and heart rate suddenly seemed to be erratic.
"Ness? You okay?"
She did a sexy full-body shiver and climbed back into my lap. "Holy shit, Jake, that's hot. Keep talking like that, please!"
She thought that was hot? I'd thought it was kind of clinical, but if my overly descriptive babbling did it for her, who was I to argue?
"Oh-kaaay … what do you want me to say?"
She shimmied her full, soft tits against my chest, and I moaned. Brushing her lips against mine, she whispered: "I have no idea. Just keep talking."
I'd been just sixteen when I imprinted on the most beautiful infant I'd ever seen. Suddenly, I'd gone from being a typical teenage boy – basically just a penis with legs – to having zero interest in sex. It was weird, but not nearly as strange and uncomfortable as it would have been if all those urges had still been going strong while I was bonded to a baby. If I'd thought about it at all at the time—and I really hadn't—it was to feel vaguely relieved that I didn't have to deal with all that stuff.
And everything went along just fine … until Ness reached maturity.
One day I was helping her learn to drive a stick shift, teasing the hell out of her like she was my favorite little sister. The next day, I showed up at the Cullen mansion to continue the lessons in my beat-up old Rabbit and the most incredibly beautiful, desirable woman I'd ever seen walked out of the door to meet me.
I'd been watching her grow and mature for years, so I'd just assumed the shift in my perception of her as a child to seeing her as a woman would be gradual, too. It wasn't. It was abrupt and jarring, as if I'd been standing in a stadium lit by candles when someone flipped a switch and the overhead floodlights came on. Suddenly I realized that, even though she'd been the center of my universe since practically her first breath, I'd only ever seen her in shadows before.
I'd lasted all of twenty minutes alone in the car with her before I'd kissed her for the first time. It hadn't been a sweet, innocent first kiss, either. It had been an all-out tongues-thrusting, hands roaming and hips grinding kind of kiss that left me with my first erection in five years. Amazingly, she'd liked my pawing and slobbering, and had made it clear she was ready, then and there, to climb into the cramped backseat of my antique VW with me. My hard-on didn't relent until I got home later and took matters into my own hands.
Edward had almost killed me that day.
After that, Bella kept her shield on me whenever I was around Renesmee's father. Knowing my thoughts were protected from him meant I could give my fantasies free reign. So I had a deep, dark well of creative ideas when it came to imagining what I wanted to do with my imprint. Since she'd asked me to keep talking, I figured it was time to tap that well and tell her exactly how—and how much—I desired her.
I slid my hands under her arms and lifted her to stand in front of me between my thighs. "I want to make you feel good, sweetheart," I whispered.
I slowly unzipped her jeans and slid my fingers under the waistband, palming and massaging her ass cheeks.
"I've been going crazy thinking about getting you naked, so the first thing I'm going to do is strip you," I said, my voice husky and thick. I eased the jeans down her hips and thighs, letting them drop to the floor until she was standing before me in nothing but her panties.
"Then I'm going to lick every curve and goose bump on your gorgeous tits." Draping her arms over my shoulders, I pulled her toward me to demonstrate. Her eyes drifted closed as I traced one pert little aureole with my tongue before gently sucking on the nipple. When I repeated the move on her other breast, she moaned and pressed forward to get closer.
"In fact, I think I'd like to lick every inch of your beautiful body until you're begging me to make you come."
I was ready for the panties to go. Hooking my fingers into the soft lace just under her hipbones, I quickly slipped the scrap of fabric down her legs. When she was naked, I leaned back to enjoy the fruits of my handiwork.
I'd seen her in just her bra before, and had even had her pants off her before, but this was the first time I was seeing her completely naked. My chest tightened and my heart rate accelerated, pushing even more blood to my dick. My groin throbbed painfully. I'd never seen anything more glorious than my imprint's nude body.
Her breasts were full and high and just the right size to fill my hands without spilling over too much. Her tiny waist flared gently into the soft curve of her hips. Her skin was pale and flawless, like the shell of the tiniest egg, and it even had the faintest hint of vampire sparkle. I grazed my nose under the tender curve of her breast, back up to her collar bone and along the crest of her shoulder, savoring how each patch of perfect skin smelled slightly different from the others.
Everything about her drew me in, as if her body had been tailor-made to turn on mine.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, pulled her forward again and returned to my oral exploration of her breasts. When I left them, instead of going back to her mouth for a kiss, I moved south. I knew I was rushing her, but I was overwhelmed by the need to bury my face in the trim little patch of curls between her thighs.
I bracketed her hips with my hands and pressed her closer. So she wouldn't freak out over where I was headed, I kept up a constant monologue against her hot skin.
"Don't worry, baby. I won't make you beg too long." I mapped the tender hills and valleys of her sternum with my lips and tickled toward her navel. "When you're wet and hot and so turned on you can't think straight, then I'll make you come with my tongue."
"Oh my God, Jake," she panted. Shivering like she was standing hip-deep in a snowdrift, she dropped her head forward, curtaining my face with her hair.
I circled her navel once with my tongue, paused to savor the taste, and then went back in for another pass, dipping into the sweet little hollow. While my tongue played, I eased one hand forward and down, until my fingers just brushed along the delicate bend where her thigh flowed gracefully into her pelvis. Her body reacted, saturating the air with the scent of her arousal. Nature had created those pheromones specifically for me, and her natural perfume hit me like a wrecking ball. I could smell how hot and wet she was already, and suddenly, my mouth was watering with the need to taste her.
I trailed a finger through the shadowed valley of her sex, moving slowly from bottom to top. "I'm not going to stop until you're so exhausted and so damned satisfied that you think you couldn't possibly stand anymore."
My finger reversed course, delving a little deeper, just enough to graze that nub of incredibly sensitized tissue hidden like a pearl within her folds. She convulsed in my arms.
"Then I'm going to start all over and make you come again, only this time I'm going to put my fingers inside you."
Her breathing became impossibly uneven, and for a second I was worried she'd pass out. I hadn't even really gotten started yet, but her little fingers were already buried in my hair, gripping tightly as if it that was the only thing keeping her upright. It probably was, I thought smugly.
"When you're wet and ready and more relaxed than you've ever been, I'm going to slide my cock into you, and you'll know I belong there. You'll feel like I've always been there, and you'll never want me to leave."
Before she could react, I nuzzled the trim thatch between her legs and groaned at the feeling of her hot, silky skin sliding against my face.
"You are so fucking beautiful," I mumbled against her flesh.
I couldn't hold back any longer. Opening my lips wide over that soft, sweet-smelling slice of heaven, I pushed my tongue into her. When I found that magic little button, I worshipped it, swirling my tongue around it repeatedly. I had her squirming and squealing in seconds.
Her legs were shaking, and I was pretty much fully supporting her weight with my hands on her ass. While holding her up was no challenge for me, this position wasn't giving me the access I craved.
"I have to see you, baby," I muttered. I wanted her on her back, spread and glistening. I wanted to see how wet and ready she was for me. I rose quickly, hooked one arm under her ass and the other behind her back, and lifted her onto the shitty excuse for a bed.
Her huge eyes were molten chocolate—hot and dazed. She licked her lips and refocused her eyes, first taking in the lust on my face before dropping her gaze to my crotch.
"What about you?" She gestured limply toward my shorts. "I want to see you too, you know."
I smirked. "You sure you're ready?"
She'd caught peeps before when I phased in front of her, but I'd always been careful to cover up quickly. And she'd definitely never even glimpsed me when I was this hard and aching for her.
She rubbed her thighs together unconsciously and nodded. I groaned and my dick punched against my fly. She had no idea the effect she had on me. She was about to find out.
Without another word, I unzipped and pushed my underwear and shorts down together. When they hit the floor, I stepped out of the clothes and rested one knee on the cot near her hip. Her eyes grew impossibly rounder and wider as she stared at my naked erection for the first time.
"Now you see our challenge?" I teased, pretty fucking proud of myself for still being capable of coherent communication when every instinct in my body was telling me to just mount her and go for it.
"Shit, Jake," she breathed. "Where have you been hiding that all this time? And why?"
I couldn't decide whether to groan or laugh at her question. I managed a weird semi-coughing sound that was somewhere midway between the two. Seriously? Did she really think her father would have let me live if I'd gone strutting around waving this thing in plain sight?
She reached hesitantly toward me. "Can I … touch you?"
My self-control was stretched thinner than a miser's charity. I was pretty sure if she touched me, I'd jizz all over her stomach and that would be the end of my taking her virginity today. I caught her little hand before she could close her fingers around me.
"Not this time, sweetheart."
To soften my refusal—and to distract her in case she decided to grab me anyway—I braced my palms on either side of her head and lowered my lips to hers for a kiss. Her hands immediately went to my face and she opened her mind to me. Waves of her arousal poured through the connection. It took all my willpower to keep from grinding my hard-on against her, but I managed to keep our mouths and her hands our only points of contact for several very stimulating moments.
As much as I loved having her in my head, feeling everything she felt was going to make me lose focus. It was becoming more difficult to deny my urge to get inside her. The only thing I wanted more was to ensure she felt only pleasure and no discomfort. I gentled the kiss, pecking lightly around her lips and across her cheeks to keep her mind occupied. Quickly and smoothly, I towed her ass to the foot of the cot so that her legs dangled off the edge. Disengaging from her lips, I knelt beside the bed.
Confusion darkened her eyes. "What are you doing?"
I lifted her legs and draped them over me, her knees bent over my shoulders, her feet trailing down my back. "Just what I promised, sweetheart. Relax. This is going to feel incredible."
She propped herself up on her elbows and gaped down at me owlishly. "Uhm … I didn't realize you were serious. I didn't expect … I mean … you don't have to. Uh … unless you really want to, that is."
Still holding her gaze, I leaned in toward her body and drew in a deep, ragged breath, reveling in the way her scent made my head swim. "Oh, I want to, baby. Believe me. I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as you will."
The metal on my wrists chimed softly as I slid my hands under her bottom. I bowed my head and nuzzled her stomach just below her navel. We both needed a moment—her to catch her breath, and me to keep my mind on what I was doing. Namely, making her so wet and satisfied that her body would accept mine as easily as possible when the time came.
Her breathing steadied quickly, and I smirked against her skin. I could smell how wet she was already, and I reveled in the knowledge that making her come was going to be easy and—hopefully—quick. Before she had time to wind down too much, I turned my face into her leg and began kissing her silky thigh.
"God I love your skin," I crooned. "You're so fucking soft. So goddamned beautiful. So pretty and pink and mouth-watering. I can't wait to get inside you."
I dragged my tongue over her glistening crease, and she bucked involuntarily against my face. I took advantage of the movement and pushed her open with my flattened tongue before pulsing it against her hard little nub.
She whimpered and wriggled under my lips. She was already so wet my tongue slipped easily through her folds. I worked that little bead that was the key to her pleasure, all the while massaging her thighs and hips with my fingers and palms.
Hard to say which of us was more surprised by her roaring climax.
One second I was feasting on her, just adoring the taste and feel of her, savoring the soft little sounds she was making while she squirmed beneath me and pawed my hair. The next second, her thighs were clamped tightly around my head, muffling her gasping, sobbing scream. Fresh moisture flooded out of her. I lapped at her like a dog licking an empty dish. I wanted to stay down there, licking and sucking on her forever, but I knew her body would need a break before I made her come again.
I made her come. I went down on my girl and made her come. Damn!
I was proud of myself, blown away by her passionate response and so turned on I could barely breathe. I popped my head up from between her thighs, grinning and licking my lips wolfishly.
She was staring down at me like I'd just shown her the face of God. Her expression was sexy and adorable and actually kind of comical. I'd never imagined I'd feel amused when having sex, but everything about her just made me so damned happy.
"You're welcome, baby," I laughed, sliding her thighs off my shoulders. I climbed up beside her on the rickety little cot and gathered her into my arms before I kissed her soundly. She wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me like a spider monkey, pressing her body so close to mine you couldn't have slid a sheet of paper in between us. I indulged myself by letting my hands roam all over her hot, naked skin.
"That was incredible," she wheezed against my throat. "I'm ready, Jake. I am so ready. Please, I want you inside me, now!"
I groaned and shut her up with another kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth. I knew she could taste herself on my lips, and the thought made me impossibly harder. My erection was sandwiched between us, and I was pretty sure I would explode if I didn't take her soon. But I wanted her body as receptive as possible. I slipped my hand down, caressing her flat stomach, inching toward that part of her that I was sure was still throbbing from her orgasm.
"One more, sweetheart," I whispered. "I want one more from you first."
She whimpered and huffed against my neck as my fingers dipped between her trembling thighs. She shivered slightly as the cold metal of my manacles touched her skin, but instead of pulling away, she pressed her hips closer and hitched one leg over my hip. My index finger slipped easily into her slick folds. A fresh surge of lust swept through my body, collecting in my groin. My dick was seven shades of jealous right now and was begging me to let it take that lucky finger's place.
"Mmmmm. You are so fucking wet, baby," I hummed against her mouth. I took advantage of her panting to slip my tongue into her parted lips. My finger moved in tandem, and I slowly slid the length of it up inside her tight passage.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck." She was barely coherent and I froze, thinking maybe I'd hurt her already. After a few seconds, her babbling coalesced into a begging, wordless moan.
I went back to kissing her and eased my finger all the way in, sealing her damp flesh against my palm. I used the flat heel of my hand to apply pressure while slowly flexing and sliding my finger. For a second, I allowed myself to contemplate how that hot, wet tightness was going to feel around my cock, and my whole body shivered in response.
One finger had her moaning in ecstasy, and I was running out of self-restraint. I need to pick up the pace or we would both lose our minds. I thumbed that sweet hidden pearl and slowly worked my middle finger inside her, too. I was trying to be gentle, but I needed her body to stretch for me—and soon.
She was gasping my name repeatedly, as if it were the only word she knew. She grabbed my face in her little hands and devoured my mouth, flooding my mind with her pleasure. Knowing how close she was to losing it pushed me to the very edge of my control. I increased the pace of my thumb and roughly shoved a third finger beside the first two, growling my impatience into her mouth.
Maybe it was the pressure of being so fucking full of my fingers, or knowing that my own passion was as out of control as hers. Maybe it was both. Whatever it was, I did something right and she convulsed in my arms again, screaming my name so loudly my ears rang.
I felt her tight little body clench rhythmically around my fingers and I was done. Out of time. Out of patience. Out of restraint.
Without giving her time to recover at all, I rolled to my back and pulled her on top of me.
I'd always planned to have her lying on top of me for our first time so that she could control the speed and depth of penetration; I figured it was the best way to minimize her inevitable discomfort. As punch-drunk as she was on her orgasms, I thought she might actually protest against the position. But she responded eagerly, her eyes hungry and blazing, her hair a sexy, wild mess that spilled over her shoulders and down across my chest.
With one hand on her ass, I urged her over me. With the other, I reached down between us and grasped the base of my cock. "C'mon, baby. You do it. You put me inside."
She didn't hesitate, placing her little hand over mine and guiding the broad, blunt head to her opening.
The moment was here, and I'd done everything I could think of to make this as easy as possible. Whatever happened next was—literally—in her hands.
"Just take it slow, and if anything hurts, stop right away. I—"
My instructions died in my throat, and I choked like a strangled turtle as she rammed herself down onto me. She took my full length in one fast, aggressive movement, and I felt my cock bottom out inside her.
My mind disintegrated.
Warm. Wet. Silk. Tight. So fucking tight. Don't come!
Her pants and whimpers dragged me back from the brink of making a total ass of myself and ruining our first time by climaxing before either of us even moved. I pried my eyes open—when had I shut them?—terrified that she was injured.
She was sprawled on top of me, her tits crushed against my chest, her knees bracketing my hips. But while she looked dazed and a little bewildered, her beautiful face didn't show any sign of pain. My entire body was screaming at me to move, but I had to be sure she wasn't hurt. I ran my shaking hands up the outside of her thighs until they rested lightly over her hips. I hoped she'd get my silent message to not move.
"N-ness? You okay?" I was huffing like a steam engine, and I sounded breathless and giddy.
Resting her elbows on my chest, she gripped my shoulders strongly and wriggled her hips tentatively. The movement made my tip rub against something deep inside her, and I gasped at the incredible friction.
"Yeah," she replied, her voice so breathy and low it almost didn't sound like hers at all.
My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard I was sure they'd splinter from the inside out, and I had to gulp like a landed fish to get enough air to keep talking.
"You sure? Are you in pain?"
She finally met my eyes and smirked. "No. Are you?"
I didn't know whether to groan or laugh. "Fuck no. You feel so damn … good."
She bit her lower lip. "Yeah, you do too. It's different. But really good."
"Wanna keep going?"
Say yes. God, please say yes.
She rocked her hips on top of mine, moving experimentally. "Yeah. I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to do."
"Just do whatever feels good to you, baby."
She smiled shyly. "Help me?"
I'd seen enough through the pack mind to have a few ideas right now. I gently gripped her hips and lifted her slightly. We both gasped as my length slid partially out of her before I carefully pushed her back down. Her nails dug into my shoulders and she moaned in sheer delight.
"Again, please," she panted, her eyes drifting closed.
I began moving her slowly, seeking a shallow, gentle rhythm that I hoped would ensure she felt only pleasure instead of pain. It felt good—really, really good—but I was no longer in danger of going over the edge so quickly, before I had a chance to make her come again. Because she was lying on top of me, I couldn't see where our bodies connected. But watching the emotions ripple over her beautiful face was every bit as erotic. I studied every nuance of expression.
I moved one hand from her hips, sliding it between us, reaching toward where our bodies joined. I intended to finger her into yet another mind-blowing orgasm, this time while I was buried inside her.
Her eyes snapped open, she grabbed my hand and she glared—daggers!—at me.
"No, Jake," she growled. "Stop thinking."
She clamped her knees tighter against my hips, placed her hands on either side of my face, and opened her gift to me again. I was overwhelmed by the duality of the experience—feeling myself inside her and her surrounding me at the same time through her gift.
"Stop taking care of me and just fuck me," she demanded. "You won't hurt me. Trust me."
Connected by her gift, I knew she was right. I wouldn't hurt her—I never had. But if I did, I'd know it right away.
Experimentally, I began to move, lowering my hips to slide partially out of her, then rising again to slip back in. It definitely felt even better than just guiding her movements with my hands, but I kept things slow and gentle.
Until she made a frustrated sound, ground her mouth onto mine and began slamming her hips down to meet my upward motion. That was all it took to completely shatter my self-control.
Apparently, she was done with gentle and patient, and for once I couldn't even argue with her. I was beyond speech. Beyond anything but the indescribable feeling of being inside her. I increased my pace to match hers, the friction the most delicious, erotic sensation I'd ever experienced. Even with the lubrication of two orgasms, she was still incredibly tight, and I could feel the loose skin at the end of my cock roll and slide with every thrust.
A lot faster than I'd have liked—embarrassingly fast—I felt the pressure building in my balls. I gripped her hips hard and tried to slow her down. I could barely speak, but I managed to grind out a few marginally coherent words.
"Slow down," I wheezed. "Don't wanna … unnh … come yet."
She laughed against my lips, sat up and just … fucking took over.
Slamming down onto me, circling her hips with every downward thrust. Her gorgeous tits bounced above me, her skin was rosy and flushed with her excitement. She was driving me, and I was completely powerless to stop this build up, this headlong dive. I couldn't even hold onto her anymore; my hands flopped uselessly at my sides as she rode me straight into oblivion.
My stomach muscles flexed involuntarily, drawing my legs up. My toes curled like I was a girl who'd just gotten her first French kiss. For the first time since I'd phased, the first time since I accepted the responsibilities of being an Alpha, I yielded control of my mind and body. I couldn't hold on to it and I didn't want to.
The pressure and heat that had been building around the base of my cock pulsed hard and hot, and I came, emptying myself with a roar deep inside my imprint's beautiful body. The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, and seemed to go on so long, that it was all I could feel, all I could perceive. My body was a throbbing, spasming mess and my mind … my mind was just gone. Somewhere warm and peaceful and so exhausted I was pretty sure I'd never move again.
My awareness returned in fragments:
The weight of Renesmee's body fully reclined on top of me. The smooth softness of her back beneath my hands. The boneless, relaxed limpness of all my limbs. The comforting warmth still surrounding my totally satisfied dick. The lethargy and contentment saturating every molecule of my body.
I'd wanted to make love with her, craved this most intimate of connections, from the first second I'd seen her as a woman, and not just a little girl. I'd known it would be good between us; nature had designed us to fit together this way. But I'd had no idea making love with Renesmee would be so … transcendent. Not one single moment of the past twenty-two years of my life had ever felt so peaceful, so perfect, so utterly complete as this one. Here in this hideously dark, cold and dangerous place, with who knew what fate looming over our heads, I was happy like I'd never been before in my life.
Now that it was done—now that we finally belonged to each other in this last, most profound way—I knew she'd been right to insist. Now, we would have the peace and perfection of this first time together to strengthen us through whatever we would have to face in the hours ahead of us. The setting and circumstances, what anyone else thought about our choice—none of that mattered at all. This moment was ours. No one else's. And it always would be.
Unfortunately, reality was inevitable, and it started tearing at our warm cocoon of contentment in the form of a puddle of mixed fluids cooling on the mattress beneath my ass. That hint of reality opened the door to all the other unpleasantness we'd allowed ourselves to ignore for the past hour. Our captors would be coming back, and we needed to be ready.
Shit.
Without opening my eyes, I tightened my grip on Ness and buried my nose in her hair. Her scent was as familiar and soothing as always—and more appealing than ever since it was layered with the smell of sex. More specifically, sex with me.
I didn't want to move. Didn't want to speak, but I knew I had to. I just wasn't sure how to do either without totally ruining the afterglow for her.
"I know what you're thinking, Jake," she murmured against my chest, startling me. When I didn't respond, she lifted her head and rested her chin on her folded hands atop my chest. My heart somersaulted—in a happy, totally pussy-whipped way—at the serenity and love glowing in her deep, dark eyes.
"You do?"
She sighed, and smiled regretfully. "Yeah. We have a lot to do before they come back, right?"
I reached up to run my fingers through my hair and was slightly embarrassed to see they were still shaky. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," I said. "I'm sorry I have to ruin this."
She rolled her eyes in annoyance and abruptly sat up. My soft dick slipped out of her delicious warmth, and I groaned, feeling suddenly bereft.
"Would you stop? Please?" The sharpness in her tone took me by surprise. She was really peeved. "This was perfect, Jake. The most incredible experience of my life. The only thing that can ruin it is if you start getting all guilt-ridden and anxious about everything."
I sat up and winced at the squelching noise my ass made on the wet mattress. She heard it too and promptly burst into laughter. And it wasn't ladylike little giggles, either. It was snort-through-her-nose, loud guffaws of laughter. If it made her laugh, I'd make juvenile fart noises for as long as it took to make her feel happy and safe.
But not for as long as it would take for the door of our prison cell to open again.
Her laughter trailed off. I reached for her and she came back into my arms easily. I hugged her and rocked her, allowing us just a few more moments of respite. Into the quiet, warm silence that surrounded us, I dropped the only words that would matter in this moment, the only words that had ever really mattered:
"I love you, Ness."
"I love you, too, Jake."
It was all I'd ever wanted, and all the reason I would ever need.
End note: No cliffee this time. See, I CAN end a chapter without one.