Author's Note: WARNING. This fic has rape, abuse, violence, sex, and language. Also MPreg. There will be a male getting pregnant in this story. So if it isn't your thing, just move along, but I do recommend you give it a chance; I myself am quite excited about this story. :] There will also be major disregard for the rules of science (obviously) and Stephanie Meyer. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Threefold

Chapter Seven

I remember, back when I was just twelve years old, maybe a little younger, my Dad filling me with the legends of his tribe. Old Wives' tales that I had thought were there for the sake of frightening children into submission with stories of the blood-sucking Cold Ones that came and stole away women and children of the tribe, torturing them and killing them. Tales of our protectors, the wolves and those that had achieved oneness with these magnificent animals. Of how our first Forefather found unity with the Alpha of a wolf tribe, how the two had, together, expelled the deceiver and driven away our foes until there was peace once again in our lands.

I also remember him telling me how tenuous this unity was. Humans and wolves were never meant to share the same body, the same matter. It never worked, and especially in Alphas. Either one was in control, or the other was. They couldn't both be dominant in a person's mind; a man could go insane that way.

At least, that's what I had been taught. I had never believed it until that moment.

Anger, white-hot seared through me as I collapsed onto my hands and knees mid-stride, at once a human again. My Wolf, finally free of his restraints snarled in grim victory, his eyes set on my consciousness. I had never allowed him in before, had called on him only to give me his shape and his commanding voice. Never once did I actually give him freedom; all I did was take from my Wolf, and now he was intent on repaying the favour.

I couldn't predict him. Hell, I couldn't predict myself, and there was little to no defence as the freed animal ravaged my mind. My head felt like it was going to explode; I had to bring my hands to my forehead to keep all the pieces together.

His victorious howl was my cry of pain. His freedom was my agony.

With fierce intent he stormed the walls, armies that were purely those of the Alpha flooding the gates of my mind and tearing them apart as easily as if they weren't there. All of my thoughts were trying to get out of his wake, running towards the centre of myself, towards where I thought I could be safe inside my own brain.

Is this what it feels like, to be so overwhelmed with another's thoughts, that your own are insignificant in comparison? Did Edward feel like this all the time?

Edward. He was the one who saved me. And the things I did to him in return…What I have done to him, to repay that debt. I thought before that I owed Carlisle, Esme and Edward everything, and I was so ungrateful. I just kept taking.

Taking whatever he gave.

"Jacob? It's alright…you need to calm down. Stop fighting." His words washed over me, leaking calm to the both of us; me and my Wolf. I could practically see him, giant russet animal, stop his advance, perk his ears up and forward in response to the voice. His emotions were easy for me to read; desire, desperation. Need, always need. I couldn't let my Wolf out! I had to quell this insane desire before I did something - or he made me do something - that I most definitely would not regret, but would damage Edward. I couldn't hurt him.

"Stop fighting." Again, his words were calming, but only replacing the panic was want, aggressive hunger to take and claim, place my hold over him and make him mine. Or my Wolf's. The two of us were almost one for a second when I felt his agreement and satisfaction. I could almost hear him saying; Is this what it's going to take for you to listen to me? "Stop fighting!" Why did he keep saying it? Did he want me to…I couldn't even comprehend it. I was so confused, but hopeful. Could I honestly believe though, that he could possibly be asking for me to do what I was dying to do?

I will take you right here, Cullen.

"Do it, Jacob."

Have you ever had one of those 'How did I get here?' moments? The ones where you just take a look at your life, or experiences that led you down this road, and you just have to wonder how exactly you managed to do it. Of course, this phrase is commonly used as a negative saying, but I found myself in the same sort of mindset, but only for a very agreeable reason.

Before I could comprehend it, I had Edward pinned up against the tree. I didn't know if he was reading my thoughts; hell, if he even could right then, but then again I didn't care much. And he wasn't struggling; that was as much invitation as I needed. His eyes were blacker than I'd ever seen them; I imagined they looked like that just before he hunted. Before he struck for the kill.

The image my Wolf conjured into my mind was the same one I'd had in the house; Edward, his hands smeared lightly with his fresh kill's blood and the crimson coating his chin and jaw already as he took a deep inhale, licking his lips. Teasing himself before he allowed his teeth to sink into the thick fur of the animal - a mountain lion. I knew they were his favourite. The big cat struggled a little against the draining sensation, but quickly succumbed as Edward continued to drink, excess of blood that he could not swallow leaking around the edges of his mouth as he drained the animal dry.

Vampires always did like watching their Mates drink. Apparently the Alpha enjoyed the same sight. Then again, I was part vampire wasn't I?

So not the time right now.

Voice was right. Edward's breathing had sped up a lot; I'd have been worried he was going to start hyperventilating if he were human. His eyes had grown even darker, if that were possible, and he was fighting a little against me now. His body was tense and I could feel every line of hard muscle against me as he arched his body into me as much as the tiny distance between us could allow, rubbing against my body in all the right places. I couldn't help but growl, my head falling forward onto his shoulder as I clenched my eyes tightly shut, trying to control myself.

Trying to get a fucking grip before I raped him right up against this tree.

At my growl, though, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, a low moan escaping between his parted lips. Hello, what have we here? Testing a theory my Wolf was just forming in his mind, I turned my head very slightly, baring my teeth just a little and loosing another snarl, which caused his hips to buck into me harshly. Bitch loves the animal sounds. That's good, 'cause there was no way in hell I'd be silent.

"…Oh…Fuck…" Edward whimpered in response to my thoughts and growl, resting his head back against the rough bark of the tree. I shifted my grip on his body so both of my hands took purchase on his chill hips, controlling his movements. He felt so good, so fucking good against my suddenly overheated body. I needed more. I needed skin to skin. Lucky I was already half-way.

Edward chuckled.

Bad move.

I had never felt more like an animal, so out of control. The only thing I could focus on was Edward; Edward's scent, the feel of him against my body, the small noises of desire he was making. He fucking smelled like sex, like my Wolf knew his mate would smell like. Almost as a female in heat would. I had noticed, of course; women during 'That time of the month' always acquired a specific smell - saturated with hormones and heavy and intoxicating. It helped an Imprint know when the best time was to breed, when to carry on the next generation. It gave us an almost sixth sense, that was essential to our survival and continuation.

Edward smelled like he was in heat. Gender had nothing to do with it.

I know what you are.

Incubus.

His eyes snapped open, dark with panic at my revelation. There was no way I was mistaken now; his scent, his reactions to me, the past that I knew nothing about, but could guess at…It all added up. And I only saw confirmation in the hardening of his eyes, the way his jaw was set.

"How did you find out?" His voice was husky with lingering desire, his body still tense and rock-hard in front of me, just barely moving his chest to keep himself breathing; why did he keep breathing? He didn't need to.

"Research."

"Smart Wolf," he commented, that same arrogant smirk making its way onto his lips; cocky bastard. Didn't he realize he was completely at my mercy? Even now my Wolf was angered that his Bitch was serving to distract him from his goal; to mate, to take. Make Edward his. And oh God how much I wanted to. How much I would die to.

At my hesitance, the army began to advance again; my Wolf was not going to put up with more of my emotional bullshit. He was an Alpha, he was used to being obeyed and submitted to, and no one was going to stop him doing that. Again, I let loose a small growl, and having not moved my head from Edward's shoulder, I reflexively sank my teeth into his hard skin, which gave way under my teeth remarkably easily, to stop the sound escaping. Once again Edward's obvious reaction proved impossible for him to stifle as his hips bucked into mine once more, only serving to make my mind go blank with desire.

Is this what it felt like, to be so completely desired, wanted, needed? To be so completely under the control of someone's whim, that they can effectively do anything to you, and you would only beg for more? I was very close to that stage; I fuckingneeded Jacob right then, and I would resort to begging if it made him just fucking take me. I couldn't stand this waiting.

I always did have a problem with patience.

"Jacob…" His name escaped me in a breathless moan, a fact I was quite embarrassed about; sure, he had an effect on me, but he didn't need to know about it! Wasn't I this close to resorting to begging? Uggh never mind.

"Something on your mind, Edward?" he asked, voice thick with amusement. Bastard.

"There's definitely something on yours," I said, making my voice as arrogant as possible, which only made him laugh. His lips moved along my neck, tracing along the delicate scar from Carlisle's bite, which had only served to grow sensitive over the years. I remember asking him about it; whenever someone touched me there, it was…well fuck sometimes it was better than sex. Apparently it wasn't normal among vampires. At least, non-Incubi.

Great. Yet another thing to mark me out as a freak.

'What. The. Fuck. Honestly, if those two keep fucking going at it like rabbits then I'm convincing Alice to move away.'

Shit! Jasper!

Why was he here? He and Alice were meant to be away in Vermont or something! Shit shit shit!

"Jacob, let me go," I snarled, trying to force him away from me so I could free myself. Jasper was close; dangerously so. He was only about a mile away, which meant practically nothing if he decided to run. Luckily, the lust he was feeling was keeping him away for the most part, but I knew it wouldn't be long before he came closer and yelled at 'Bella' and me to knock it the fuck off.

I was honestly afraid for a moment, when he didn't budge, that he wasn't going to listen. That he would just continue to sexually assault me against a tree. Not that I would mind, but if Jasper fucking walked into it…There was no way I'd be able to keep this from Bella.

Why was I thinking about keeping this from Bella? I was being disloyal right now! What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm one sick-minded son-of-a-bitch. What was all this shit about loyalty? I wanted to consider myself to be loyal, to be a good husband to Bella, but not when Jacob was right up against me, hard and so obviously ready for me. Fucking hell what I'd give to not have Jasper lurking around the forest right now, eager for his next feed.

What the fuck is he doing home anyway?

Wow, I swear a lot when I'm angry.

Or sexually frustrated.

Looks like lovely little slave Bella is going to have to make an appearance tonight.

Suddenly, he moved away from me, perhaps understanding the urgency in my voice. He let go his grip on my arms, taking a step back as he looked at me. Conflict raged in his eyes and his body was tense; I could hear his Wolf voicing his displeasure at letting me go.

But he needed to understand.

"Jacob, Jasper's in the forest. He's nearby." Once he finally managed to growl out those words, taking a few moments to calm himself down - my Wolf noted that very smugly - realization hit me like a wrecking ball. Of course! His empath brother would be able to feel everything…and if he thought Edward was with Bella he probably wouldn't think twice about interrupting them. Edward couldn't be seen with me.

Why the hell not? He belongs to you.

Not yet. But he will.

"You seem awfully sure of yourself, Jacob." Arrogant bastard.

"I'd keep talk like that to a minimum if you want me to be gentle."

"Who said you'd be the top?"

I almost laughed out loud at that, especially since he automatically jumped at what I'd been hinting at - not fighting, but fucking. Scratch that; I did laugh aloud. "You couldn't take me on."

Why are we wasting time talking like this when you could be fucking him to oblivion? Perhaps this was just a clever ploy to get rid of me; I'd guessed right to his nature and…what? Was he afraid I'd go running to Bella? No way in hell would I. She's a monster. Or maybe Jasper really was here…

It was tough. I wanted to believe him, but I also knew just how much of a puppeteer he could be. My Wolf decided for me, really; he believed Edward wholeheartedly. He had been able to feel the vampire's desperation for me, for him, and knew that he wouldn't have stopped us if it weren't important.

Of course it's important. He's still married. He still loves Bella.

I can change that.

And lord knows I will.

For a moment both of us were silent, his eyes staring into mine, and I occupied myself watching the black fade gradually until it was once again that gorgeous ochre colour. He smirked and shook his head. "You're probably right." By that time, of course, I had completely lost track of our conversation, so it took me a moment to get what he was referring to, and when I finally did I was stunned; he'd let me top him, without a fight? "I didn't say I wouldn't fight, mutt, but you'd probably win."

Hello huge ego boost.

"Don't flatter yourself," he replied with a snort of derision, before his eyes flickered away from me. "Jacob…" His tone held a note of warning I hadn't heard before, and his expression was one of panic when he finally focused back on me. "He's coming -."

So could I, by now.

"Not funny, Jacob! You have to get out of here, please!"

I acquiesced, and so did my Wolf. He was confident in being such an opportunist, and yes, it was a shame that he hadn't managed to have his time with Edward right then, but then again he also believed that the other male deserved better from me, and him - the both of us. We could make an effort, we could try, rather than just…sexually assaulting him.

Not like he would have minded in the least.

I sighed, phasing on the spot. Only Seth was still a wolf and for that I was grateful; he had already accepted the knowledge about my obsession with Edward, and was going to be the most supportive, probably. I got the hell out of that clearing and was about a mile away - I could still hear Edward if I strained my ears - when his brother finally caught up with him.

"Edward?" He sounded confused. He would be; Jasper probably expected Edward to have a little…company? Finding his brother moaning solo might be, needless to say, awkward. But my Bitch's reply was smooth and lucid, and I listened to his beautiful musical voice as he lied right through his teeth, probably fooling his older brother seamlessly.

"Yes Jasper, what can I do for you?" he replied with just the right amount of annoyance, the right amount of brotherly concern and just a little bit of open friendliness. His emotions were probably in perfect check too.

Perfect.

"I…Um…Well…I felt something here and I guess…Where's Bella?" Jasper asked.

"I expect she's at the house, or out hunting. I don't keep track of her all the time - she can take care of herself, after all." That was his first slip-up, looking back on it. As a human Edward hadn't been able to let her out of his sight for more than a few hours, and that was when her blood was too much temptation and he had to go hunting. Especially after he'd left her; she had become so clingy and desperate and possessive, he'd probably have to fight with her just to get some freedom. And now she was married to him…she would never leave his side if she could help it. And theoretically…neither would he.

Jasper didn't buy it any more than I did; "Uh huh," he replied, sounding entirely unconvinced. I could imagine his gaze sharpening, taking on that soldier look I remembered from when he was teaching about how to fight newborns in the baseball clearing, when we'd found out that red-headed leech had amassed an army. He'd looked deadly; the epitome of what our enemy should be, trained and hardened and skilled in killing. What leeches do best.

That was my old opinion, anyway. Mostly. It's so confusing.

"Why did I hear moaning then?" he asked. Damn it…Edward lie lie lie lie lie…

My vampire sighed heavily; I could almost feel him rolling his eyes. The tone held just enough embarrassment and irritation. "Fine! Jasper…if you must know…I was masturbating, okay?" he said, the last word almost a growl at his older brother, and I didn't need blonde leech's gift to feel the shock from the older male. Neither could I resist bursting out laughing; the huffing sound was loud and I tried to quiet it, to no avail, and so I had to run. I didn't hear the rest of Edward or Jasper's conversation, and I didn't really want to.

Fuck that; that would have been hilarious to hear. But my breathing couldn't take it.

Not too long after Seth caught up with me, laughing as he ran - and that was no small feat. When we run we have to regulate our breathing perfectly, and the spastic growling we called our laughter didn't help us much. Soon, too, I began to laugh again as Seth mimicked in his head Edward's voice when he was 'Confessing' to his brother. Oh Jesus I'll never let him live that one down. Or the thing with his Sire.

It was going to be fun once I had Edward.

'Making plans already, boss?' Seth teased, and I replied with a gentle nip to his shoulder blade. He hadn't grown much as a Wolf - runt of the litter. 'Hey! Thoughts hurt, you know!'

'You're right Seth, I'm sorry,' I replied, chuckling a little again. 'I can't believe he said that.'

'He must really love you, to risk being teased by his brothers for the rest of his existence.'

'Either that or he's concerned about saving his own skin more than wanting Bella to find out about me and him. If there even is a me and him. I don't know…sometimes I think my Wolf just likes to fuck my life up, like he did before. Sometimes this thing is more of a curse than anything else.'

'…I don't know, man. I mean…I don't think it's a curse, personally. But I haven't had to deal with all…your issues.' I laughed again at his eloquent phrasing of my craptastic life. 'But still…what I'm saying is…I guess…is…I think he's drawn to what you are, just as much as your Wolf is drawn to him. I mean think about it. He's a leech, your natural enemy, and a guy…and your Wolf couldn't give a flying rat's ass!'

'Seth don't swear.'

'Sorry. And he wants you, Jacob. Not a shape shifter or a human or a vampire. You. That's gotta mean something.'

'I guess. When did you become all old and wise, eh?'

'I learned from the best.'

'…Wow Seth. Corny much?'

'Shut up. Now let's phase back. My spidey sense is tingling and that means someone else is gonna phase soon. I'm not sure if you're all ready for the 'open about loving a leech' thing…'

I was a human again before he could finish the thought.

Author's Note: Alright, sorry for the wait. I was in Germany. There might be a slowness in updates now because I've only written ten chapters and I've just posted the seventh, so I'm catching up with myself. Anywho...Review!

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