Chapter IX
Passion and fear
True life is lived when tiny changes occur.
Leo TolstoyThe sensuality of insatiable young people is so impatient. She would like to burst into a new flame every moment, to incinerate and rekindle. Now that nothing prevented me from taking what Jacob was offering to my heart's content, no doubts or difficult questions, I couldn't wait for him to stand naked in front of me and see how delicious he was... and mine.
I don't know where his self-control came from, because I had the feeling that I was impatient this time, ready to rip his clothes off immediately, and myself if I had to.
He closed the door behind us, turned me around with my back to it and my face to him, and placed one hand on the doorframe, the other gently touching my hair. He looked at my face, lips, eyes, braided a strand of hair on his finger, irritated with his closeness and lack of haste. I felt like a little girl next to him, I could drown in his manly arms. I was excited by his scent, always resinous, hard to define, reminiscent of the sweetest of sins and the dark side of his nature. It was the warmth of his skin that woke me up, and I could feel it clearly despite the few inches of space between our bodies and the fact that we were both wearing T-shirts. The look in his eyes was exciting because he was looking at me with a burning look that promised pleasure. The mere thought that I would soon be his excited me.
He already knew my reactions, perhaps instinctively he was able to guess where to touch, with what intensity, to make me purr like a kitten under the warmth of his hand. He moved a few inches closer to me, so that I took a step back and leaned my back against the door. He reached to the buttons of my blouse and began to undo them one by one, greedily examining my body.
I tightened my hand on his T-shirt and looked into his sparkling eyes and whispered, "You're slow."
"Impatient much? I'm flattered by it." He narrowed his eyes playfully. "Be patient, girl, we have until morning."
The blouse was already completely unbuttoned, he gently pulled it off one shoulder, immediately after that he placed a kiss on my naked, thirsty skin. I couldn't wait to get out of these clothes, it felt like the material was starting to burn me. I dropped my blouse to the ground. I was standing in front of him in shorts and underwear. He looked me over, smiled, and took off his T-shirt himself. As always, seeing his body, I couldn't help but think he was made to tempt. Perfectly proportioned, with smooth, swarthy skin, beneath which his muscles were beautifully sculpted with every movement.
"Hell's secret weapon," I murmured, unable to keep from commenting. He laughed and, placing his hand on my back, found the clasp on my bra.
He cupped my freed breasts in his hands. I was rather petite, so they fit entirely in his hands. He gently ran his fingers over the nipples that were sticking out with excitement.
"You're so gentle...so beautiful." He pulled back a little and looked over my entire body.
"Come closer to me, I want you more." We started taking off the rest of our clothes at the same time. I could see how excited he was, and I couldn't believe he could go that long without more intense caresses. He was still in control, focused on me, maybe because this was the first time our physical pleasure was supposed to be an expression of previously named feelings. It wasn't stolen sex, it was an extraordinary night of lovers sure of their desires.
When my shorts fell to the ground and Jake was standing naked in front of me, just as I wanted him to be, he smiled that boyish way of his, took my hand, and already in the shower ran a stream of cool water, as if in defiance of our body temperature. I turned to reach for the washing gel, and he wrapped his arms around me and cuddled up to my back, his hands roaming over my breasts, belly and below ...
He kissed the back of my neck, my earlobes, gently nibbled on the sensitive skin of my arms. He played with me and listened with pleasure as my breathing quickened. I was impatient. I placed my hand on his arm and led it straight between my thighs.
With his mouth close to my ear, he murmured, "God you are so wet for me." He caressed my body gently with his fingertips as the cool water trickled down between my thighs, following Jacob's hand. I felt my head spinning.
"Jake, stop... I can't take it anymore..."
"Be patient, honey."
"I beg you!"
"I love it when you ask."
I pressed my buttocks into his lower abdomen, hoping to provoke him to finally enter me.
"Take it easy, kitten." he warned me.
"Okay, Jake, then we'll level the playing field." I turned to face him and started kissing the body dripping with water, I brushed my lips with my chest, belly, I kissed lower... He closed his eyes and leaned against the tiles.
"Minx," I heard a muffled groan. I finally had a chance to taste what my hot lover tastes like, and I must admit, I was going to take advantage of this opportunity, but not enough to make him feel satisfied. I wanted to drive him crazy, to annoy him so that he couldn't control himself anymore. I studied his body, watched how he reacts to the touch of my lips, to the warmth of my tongue, how under the influence of these caresses he loses touch with reality, runs his hand through my hair, as if asking with this gesture for a stronger touch, for faster movements that I did not intend for him now give. I wanted to take over him...
"Bells, have mercy..." he begged.
"Take it easy, kitten."
"Now you're the one who's cheating." he complained.
"I learn quickly." I addmited.
"Enough! I give up."
I straightened up. Jake opened the shower door, picked me up in his arms, and carried me to his bed.
He sat down, taking my weight on his thighs so that my face was directly in front of him, caressing his bare back with his hand, kissing breasts, neck. He grabbed me with his other hand in such a way that I could invite him inside with gentle movements of my hips. I groaned as my insides gave way to his body.
And we released the demons...
He allowed me to set the pace, control the depth of the thrusts, caressed all the nooks and crannies of my burning body to which he had access. I was so hot from the emotion and his temperature that a trickle of sweat ran between my breasts. I stared in awe at the sparkling black eyes, I surrendered to his mouth, the movement of my tongue and my hips synchronized in a common rhythm. I felt a fire rise in my belly, it took me all over, knocked me out of rhythm, made a scream that was muffled by his lips, and all I remember was the warmth that soon spread inside me.
It was four in the morning. We fell asleep only to wake up again. I have fulfilled my promise. Jacob didn't sleep that night.
"Bells, I have to get up, get off me, I'm begging you..."
"You're not convincing."
"Bells, Leah's going to get mad, she hates waiting, and she's going to be extra hot today."
"Why?"
He was silent.
"Jacob, what's going on?"
"We expect that the long-awaited guests will arrive today."
"Today? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I used to have my mouth full all the time."
"Pervert!"
"But seriously, Bells, what would you do? A garden party in their honor? You are to sit here and not move anywhere. Six leeches, even well-trained ones, we'll work out like Emily's muffins in a jiffy," he added with a smile.
"If Alice wasn't wrong..."
These were prophetic fears.
Jacob was right, Leah didn't like waiting. She came for him herself. He opened it for her wearing only trousers, disheveled and still slightly unconscious, which she immediately commented on, looking at me, "Nice to meet you guys, but he looks like a zombie. That's all we need. You sneer at the danger," she turned on her heel and left the house, where all the members of the pack had gathered.
The plan was simple: track the messengers, catch up and kill them.
"Don't move from here. We'll be back soon," he said as he left and looked at me with a calm smile. He couldn't wait to fight. I saw no fear in his eyes, there was excitement and readiness in them, but my heart trembled that perhaps I would see that smile for the last time. Looking at the tense Leah, I felt as she did that this time there would be complications. My stomach was cramped with nerves and I wanted to cry.
It was obvious I wasn't going to be in the fight, I just wished none of them had stayed with me and I had no connection to the pack, I didn't know what they were doing, where they were, and most of all, if Alice was right about the size of the Guard .
She was wrong, which I was to find out much later. There were fourteen of them. Each warrior had his satellite. They knew about the existence of wolves, because most likely they had been spying for a long time. They also expected the wolves to try to catch them, and wanted to let them, so that the other could attack by surprise. Embry, Quil, Jared, Sam, Leah, Paul, and Jacob ran through the woods to grab their assigned intruder, not knowing that they would easily go from chaser to hunted. The Volturi warriors, in a ghostly dance, perfectly synchronized, attacked simultaneously.
In different parts of the forest, a cruel surprise awaited each member of the pack. At the moment of the final, in their opinion, jump, which was to tear the victim to pieces, an unexpected blow fell on their bodies concentrated in the attack. Each of them was surprised alone, having to face two perfectly trained predators. The Guardsmen were dependable killing machines, existing to purge the Volturi world of anything that threatened their peaceful existence.
A painful howl pierced the still air around me. Then another, another, and one more. My knees buckled under me, and I felt as if my heart would jump out of my chest. After all, if only six attackers arrived, there would be no complications. So I was right - the wolves were ambushed. The thought flashed through my fear-numbed mind that it was all because of me, that if I were not there, then the lives of so many people would not be about protecting me, so there would be no pain, no wounds, no victims. If I was captured, the Volturi would have no reason to return to Forks.
If I gave myself to them, I'm sure they would focus on getting me to the palace as soon as possible and let the attack go. On instinct, dumbfounded by the hope that I might be able to save Jacob, I ran towards the forest. I broke all the rules: those of common sense and those set by my guardians. And soon I had to pay for it.
The branches hurt my body, I tripped over overhanging tree limbs, fell and got up to continue my mad run to death. All I wanted was for them to find me and for this fight to end as soon as possible. So that no one will ever risk their life because of me again. I heard the sounds of a clash in the distance, a cruel, furious growl, but suddenly, right next to me, I heard a crack. I froze, turned my head towards the source of the sound, saw a black shape fast as a bullet, and felt a terrible pain in my shoulder. As if with a sharp instrument like a scalpel, my skin was cut. Hell, she was on fire. I knew that pain.
Such suffering accompanied the venom entering the blood. They already had me... I couldn't see the attackers, they were so fast that they jumped at me like wild cats. In the dark, in their black clothes, they resembled pumas preying on their prey. I fell down, weakened by the pain, felt another blow to my leg, then to my arm, to my neck, my body was on fire. With the last of my strength, I pushed myself up from the bloody moss and watched the blood seep into the ground at my feet. I knew that I would not escape my fate, that just now that I had a reason to be human, that privilege would be taken away from me. It wasn't for me to decide, but for the Volturi.
Blood dripped, the moss turned a brownish color, and I realized that my dream was coming true... The wild eyes of someone lurking in the darkness flashed before me. Leah. At the time, I didn't understand how she managed to find me. She was probably alive because those two focused on me. She stepped back, ready to pounce, and attacked with the fury of her temperament. Her speed and agility would have been enough to slay one of them, but she had no chance against two.
I felt I was getting weaker. A sickening softness enveloped my bleeding body. I sank into the wet moss and saw Leah clamp her teeth against the vampire's neck, then collapse under the blow of the other. Darkness engulfed me.