Chapter 14! YAY! However, I do have to say that this chapter is pretty much entirely lemony goodness...and HOT! So that's your warning. But if you don't want to read it, the only REALLY important part is at the beginning in Morgan's POV. However, something really sweet happens down in Jake's POV. This the fluffy chapter before I start digging into the nitty-gritty with what bad things are going on so enjoy the peace.

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MorganPOV

This was not looking too hot. Jacob was no doubt busy with his alpha female and Seth was probably still over at Shelby's dad's house. And Lucas? Well, Lucas was getting out of control. So much about him had changed in the week that passed, that it was hard to see the gentle but strong man he'd been. This rant and rave was a thousand times worse than all his other little spats. He'd cool off fast after those, but this one? Nope, hell was being raised tonight, folks.

What had set him off? Me telling him where I'd been for the last couple hours. He was currently pacing around my living room while I sat on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

I rolled my eyes for the thousandth time tonight night. "I did. You just weren't listening."

He paused just right in front of the fire so that I could see the sweat beading on his upper lip. It wasn't that hot in here. Frowning, I slowly got up from the couch, put my mug on the table, and went up to him. He let me put my hand to his face and rub my thumb over his mouth. God, he was soaked with sweat. And his skin scorched my palm.

"You're burning up," I muttered more to myself. "Maybe you should go outside where it's cooler."

Anger replaced the look of lust that had taken over his face. "Oh, so now you just wanna throw me outside like a dog?"

I shook my head and glared at him. "That's not what I said. Lucas, if you don't calm down, you're going to phase here in my living room. No offense but the space isn't big enough. Have you looked at Emily Uley lately? You could hurt me, no matter if I am a wolf."

He wasn't hearing me. Those eyes glared down at me as he brushed my hand away from him. "Whatever," he said as he stalked out the front door. "If you didn't want me here, all you had to do was say so."

The door slammed hard behind him. Goddammit! How the hell did people deal with this shit? I had just picked up my mug and was about to throw it when I heard the first scream. Shit! He'd phased out on the front lawn.

Rushing for the door, I threw it open to find chaos. Lucas' fur coat was a deep gray, nearly black. The mask around his eyes actually was black, making his wolf form look sinister. He was wobbly on four legs, but managed to keep them under him. When he finally stilled and stood to his full height, I knew I was in trouble. He was a massive, magnificent male as he raised his hackles at the passing citizens of the rez. The women scooped up their kids while the men ushered them down the street.

In mid-leap out the front door, I phased.

Lucas! I yelled mentally in the mix of other voices from the pack.

Morgan? He said back in confusion. I watched as his head swiveled around. Apparently he wasn't used to hearing voices in his head. When the confusion faded and he growled, I knew he was back to being pissed. What the hell do you want?

You need to calm down, Lucas. You'll hurt someone. Please.

Sorry that I actually turned into the dog you accused me of being.

LUCAS! I shouted over the growing crescendo of the pack. Shut up! I did not call you a dog. Look, I imprinted on you. I belong to you. If anything I'm your dog. Please calm down.

His massive form whirled to face me. Those long white teeth were wicked sharp as he bared them at me. In the face of his enormity and aggression, I whimpered and hunkered down, trying to create as little a target of my body as possible. But when I met his eyes, everything changed. And I could see the power of the imprint in his mind as his took hold of me. The moment I saw it, relief nearly took me the rest of the way to the ground. My fears hadn't been realized. It hadn't been a one way street. I'd feared that once he phased, he wouldn't imprint on me. But I watched it in his mind as every string that kept him here on earth was cut and replaced with me. Even his father fell down to second in line.

And that relief pissed me off. He'd had a choice before to leave me and find something better. But now, he was pretty much stuck with me

Oh, shut up, he said into my head in a cocky tone. You know you like what I do to you. And I like it, too.

My mind went blank as my metaphorical eyebrows shot into my hairline. He hadn't been phased for even five minutes and already he was a sexual being. With both of us being phased, I could see how much he wanted me, how much he had always wanted me. He'd been too scared of me before, but now that he was bigger and stronger than me, he knew he could take me the way he wanted to. And so help me, I wanted it, wanted him. The passion was even on both sides now as the imprint rooted itself into his brain. I didn't even know if this had happened before, two wolves imprinting on each other, but it was a pretty strong connection.

Uh, gross. Can you two, like, phase back? Watching you two get it on in the metaphorical is gonna make me hurl. K, thanks. Embry mentally gagged in a push to get us to do what he wanted.

Come around back with me, I said to Lucas.

For the sanity of the pack, I kept my thoughts shut down while Lucas kept right on my tail as I went around to the very private backyard of my house. Once we were there, I turned around to come nose to nose with the giant gray wolf.

How do we phase back? he asked.

Just think about being in human form, walking upright, talking. Think about using your fingers and toes. I guess, you could say that you should center yourself. It's the whole mind over matter thing.

I watched closely as he closed his eyes and visualized being human, moving his fingers and toes, scrubbing a hand through his hair, holding my hand. Kissing me with human lips. As his mind started to slip away, I phased back. We were gloriously naked before each other, but he didn't know that. Lucas still had his eyes closed like he was still picturing kissing me.

My eyes roamed his body. He was positively gorgeous. So tall that seven feet was just barely out of reach. Probably a couple inches shorter than Jacob. His chest was broad and wonderfully muscled. Abs formed a perfect six-pack that was any girl's wet dream. Tight hips lead down to the juncture of heavy thighs. That part of him that was all male was tinted dark with the blood that had started to pool there, making him long and thick.

I couldn't help my dark laugh, knowing that he was all mine.

Slowly, his eyes opened…and then peeled wide when he caught sight of me. He swallowed hard. "You're naked."

I grinned wickedly. "And so are you."

His head snapped down as his hand came around to cover himself.

"Don't," I said taking a step toward him. "I want to see you."

"You do?"

I nodded. "We're imprinted. Me to you and you to me. We're meant to be mated. If you don't want to right now, that's ok. But I saw in your mind when we were phased how bad you wanted me, how you wanted to take me."

"You did?"

Again, I nodded and took a couple more steps.

He blushed. "Sorry."

"Don't be. I loved seeing that. And I want it, too. All my life I never once belonged to anybody. I want that to change. I want to be your female."

Yes, I was letting my girlie side take over, but Lucas was showing me that I didn't have to be a hard ass all the time. There were moments that I could truly be a female, especially if I trusted who I was around. Over the past week, he and I had barely spent any time away from each other, mainly because of him, and he insisted on being chivalrous toward me. There must have been something about me that he felt he needed to protect, because he'd glare at any guy I came into contact with as if he were mentally willing them not be an asshole to me or he'd feed them their own eyes.

And now that he'd joined the pack, that threat was more accurate.

I was right in front of him when his eyes studied my face first and then my body. He swallowed hard as his eyes darkened even more.

"I want you to be my female, too. I want-no, need-to be your male."

"Then make love to me, mate me."

His eyes grew hooded as his breath caught. Again, his smooth throat worked as he swallowed hard. "I don't know how, remember? I'm a virgin."

My body grew warmer than usual at the thought that I would be the one to claim that special prize, and be the only person to ever be able to touch him that way. My thighs rubbed together while I imagined him using my body with which to experiment, with which to learn.

"What do I do?" he demanded in a husky voice. "Tell me."

It was my turn to fight for air as I decided on the truth of what to tell him. What I was about to say was something that I had never ever said to a lover before, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world to say to the male standing in front of me.

Before I could answer, though, I felt him step closer to me. Our bodies were a breath away from each other when he put his hands on my shoulders, running them up my neck. He was taller than me and I could feel the warmth of his maleness against my stomach. The heat of him warmed me even more and made my thighs shake with anticipation.

"Tell me, Morgan," he whispered.

I swallowed hard as his finger tip traced my collarbones, and then uttered the words I have never said. "You can do whatever you want to me. Just follow your body's instincts. Wha…what do you want to do to me?"

He moved closer. While his one hand kept its slow rhythm over my collarbones, his other came up to stroke my hair. "I guess it's the male in me, but I want you underneath me." A low growl shivered up from his chest. "I want to touch you. I want my name on your lips while my mouth is somewhere else."

I gave him what he wanted when I breathed out, "Lucas," on a sigh.

This was the dominant side of him that I'd sensed over the past week. He'd shown me glimpses, and though I'd tried to pull it out of him, it had taken him phasing for the first time for him to embrace the raw maleness that all the males of the pack had in them. From what I had heard of the mated males, they were gentle with their imprints. But I'd also heard that they were fierce and dominant lovers. I'd even heard and seen that the other females of the pack submitted to their wolf males. It was just the way of the world, even if we females were so tough, that the males were dominant and aggressive.

And for once, I wanted to submit.

"Tell me you want that, too. I want to hear you say it. Say you'll let me in."

It took a few moments of swallowing against my dry throat to get it slicked enough to talk. I slid my hands up his arms, took a deep breath, and stepped into him, pressing our naked bodies together. We both hissed and gasped at the contact. His erection was warm and throbbing against my stomach. My breasts pressed to his very solid chest.

"I want you," I whispered. "I want your hands on me."

With a growl, his lips came down to crush mine. For a moment, I fought against him, but remembered that I wanted to submit. I wanted to know what it was like, so I let him dominate the kiss, his lips, tongue, and teeth nipping at me. Heavy hands roamed my back from the nape of my neck all the way down to the dimples of my lower back just above my ass. When his fingers inched down further, I rotated my hips against his thighs. A moan left his mouth to be muffled into mine while his hands dipped lower to cup my ass and pull me to him. I broke the kiss so that I could let out an erotic sigh. My body rushed and tightened when I felt his erection pulse harder into my stomach. That hard staff of flesh was long and thick, and I couldn't wait until he put it to good use even though I wondered if he'd fit. None of my lovers had been like him. This would be a learning curve for me, as well.

With my hands still on his shoulders, I made a little hop and wrapped my legs around his waist. If he hadn't known before that I wanted him, he knew now. The center of me was wet and ready and hot against the muscles of his tight stomach. Long fingers tightened on my ass as he growled and turned to my back door. He was busy holding me up, so when I felt the door at my back, I reached back to the knob and turned it. While our mouths still devoured each other, he walked through the door and kicked it closed behind him. We'd had some heavy make-out sessions between us in this house, and he knew every inch of it. That was why he could navigate us to the deep-set couch that was my most favorite piece of furniture in the house. The thing was nearly as wide as a full-sized mattress, but a thousand times more comfy.

I had expected Lucas to toss me onto the cushions, but no, he just fell with me in his arms. Our lips never lost contact until he moved down and away from my face, down my jaw and to retrace the trail of his fingers over my collarbones. My legs were still wrapped around his waist so when I undulated against him, the toned muscles of his stomach clenched to create the most delicious friction that had me panting and wanting more.

Lucas and his luscious lips moved further down my body. When I opened my eyes, I found his watching my face. Those dark eyes locked on mine as he flicked his tongue over my peaked nipple. I wanted to toss my head back with another sigh, but watching him watch me while he sweetly tortured my body was erotic as hell and made me climb higher. He must have thought so, too, because he bared his teeth in a growl before wrapping his lips around me. We both groaned at the same time.

He leaned over to put his weight on his right arm while his left hand came up to stroke my hair and the naked side of my body. Goosebumps shivered down my body as my breath came out in a shaky sigh. And then his tongue did something sinful around my breast. The nipple tightened even more and my back arched off the couch.

This was incredible. I'd never gotten so high so fast off so little. Compared to things I've done with other men, Lucas had only done a little petting, but I was a panting, sweaty mess in his arms. He'd brought out the reaction in me with just that little bit that other men had only been able to do with hard, pounding thrusts, throwing their whole bodies into it.

"You ok?" he asked with a husky voice.

I managed a nod. "Yeah, just don't stop. Please, don't stop."

He growled again and went for my other breast. "Wasn't planning on it. I fully plan on losing my V-card tonight. It's all yours."

That, as well as his mouth sucking my breast in, made my whole body buck up off the couch.

He chuckled a deep, masculine sound. "You like that, do you?"

"Oh, god, yes. I want that card punched so badly. Please, Lucas."

As he exhaled, his breath played across the wetness his mouth had made over my skin and made me shiver again.

"What do you want? Tell me how to make love to you, Morgan. Where do you want me?"

Impulsively, I said, "Inside me. God, Lucas, I really want your first time to be slow and good, but I need you."

His massive frame moved down, his lips skimming my skin all the way down to my belly button. "I think I can handle slow and good later. Right now, I need my female. But first, there's something I've always wanted to do only to you."

I had to swallow hard before I could talk. "What is that?"

His eyes met mine. The look in them was that masculine glint that men got when their women were naked underneath them, begging them to take them. It was a look of pride and satisfaction. The grin was also that of a male satisfied as he dropped his face down. And that was when I realized that he'd moved further down.

The first touch of his lips against my core threw my head back and jacked my body off the cushions. My hands needed something to hold onto so I thrust them down into Lucas's hair, pushing him closer to me.

For a virgin, he was extremely attentive. His silky smooth lips caressed the outer layers of me. Slowly, he slid around and over me, his breath adding to the pressure. Moving my hips against him, his hands gripped my thighs to keep them spread wide to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders. But then I found out why his grip tightened: his tongue made an appearance, spearing into me in a quick thrust. Again, my spine arched as I felt my body rush again. Surprising the hell out of me, he lapped up what he'd caused to come forward.

A groan vibrated out of his mouth and against that secret place of mine. "God, you taste amazing."

Then he was back to licking, sucking, and nipping at me until I was writhing under him. He'd had to move one of his arms across my hips to keep me from bucking around. But that was ok. I was letting him dominate me, putting me where he wanted me. My hands still pressed his head closer to me, and when he tongue-dived me again, harder this time though, I nearly scalped him with my nails. But he didn't seem to mind. All he did was growl out against me.

And that was my breaking point.

The orgasm hit me hard, tightening my stomach, and causing stars to burst behind my eyelids. I felt like my body completely shattered apart and yet was tethered down to the earth by where his mouth sealed against me.

His tongue shot up to the top of my sex to flick over that bundle of nerves in order to draw out the orgasm.

"Lucas!" I screamed when I could catch my breath.

I flew apart at least three times before I settled back down. All of my limbs went limp around him where before my thighs had pressed against his head and my hands had gripped his head hard to me.

Crawling up my body, his shoulders rolled sensuously as he prowled to kiss me, his mouth still wet from me. When he pulled back, his tongue came out to sweep up what was left. The purr that came out of him wasn't the least bit cute. It was pure sex. Which made me look down. He was hard as a rock, so long he reached his belly button, and nearly as thick as my wrist…and I was big boned.

"See something you like?" he drawled.

Looking up, I met his eyes. And felt the answering heat in mine. "Are you sure you're a virgin?"

That made him frown a little. "Why?"

"Because that was fucking amazing." When he grinned, I sat up a little to kiss the underside of his jaw. "I want you in me," I whispered into his skin. He was throwing off the most intoxicating scent. It was more than the scent of sex. The saltiness was mixed with a hint of sweet.

His hips ground into mine, his erection rubbing across my waist. "I just wanted to do that before we did the rest. It was top priority."

My hands had a mind of their own as they traced their way up his arms and across his shoulders. The muscles of his back feathered out from his spine, moving under his smooth skin as he rubbed over me. But I had a destination in mind. Moving one hand up to the nape of his neck, the other moved down and around his hip to the front of him.

"Well, your top priority was amazing and is now done. So I want you to make love to me," I wrapped my palm around that hard staff, making him groan, "with something else."

Without any more foreplay or stroking him, he gripped my wrist, detached my hand, and thrust forward with his hips. I was still wet enough to take him in, but I was tight. Oral always made me that way, so he had to fight for each inch. But I loved it. And when I tried to grind my hips into him, he reached between us to place a hand between my hip bones.

"No. I wanna take you," he panted. We both groaned as he slipped in another inch. "I just don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't. Just please, Lucas. I love the dominance so don't let it slip. Move for me." Reaching down, he let me grip his tight ass and pull him in another inch.

I didn't have to ask again.

Planting his fists into the cushion on either side of me, he reared up above me, and, with a powerful thrust, he finished the penetration to the base of him. We groaned in unison at the joining. And we repeated when he pulled back slowly and thrust back hard and fast. The dance he created was torture and pleasure all in one.

But after a couple of the slow-out and fast-in routine, his body took control from his brain, the pleasure too much to think through. Each of his thrusts created a searing heat that washed through me from where we were joined. His hips pistoned against me, rocking our bodies, causing the couch to screech over the hardwood floor. I reached up to grip his wrists so that he wouldn't push me to the edge.

Apparently, he wasn't going as hard as he wanted because he reached up to grip the arm of the couch to give him better leverage. I had to let go of his wrists and brace myself against the side just under his hands, pushing into his oncoming thrust.

In the silent room, all that was heard was our harsh breathing, the screaming of the couch, and the sound of flesh on flesh. Lucas was clearly not a hesitant lover. He'd taken control fast and hard, and it was amazing. Fear was not a word that described him now, not with me. Now, he knew that I was truly his.

I knew I'd be sore tomorrow, but the erotic sound of his hips landing against mine was creating the delicious tightness and rough breathing that came with an orgasm, a big one.

Needing to touch him, I lifted one hand up to his side, digging my nails in. When I did, his body bucked, the thrust harder than all the others. And that caused his body to start losing its rhythm, his thrusts staying harder and erratic.

"Lucas, I'm almost-,"

"Hush," gasped out. "You come when I say."

The command surprised me. But what shocked me more was that my body eased back on its rush to finish, obeying his command, his dominance.

"Nails," he grunted. "I want your nails in me when we come-together." His voice was tight as if he were fighting his own release until he got what he wanted. Or maybe he couldn't come until he got it. Was this the dark side of him? If so, I was so on board with that.

And not being one to disappoint, I dug my nails deeper into his side. The buck-and-thrust that came with it was nearly painful. I could have sworn that I felt him pass my belly button. Definitely going to be hurting tomorrow.

"Almost," he gritted through his teeth. "More."

I was on the verge of drawing blood, so I brought my other hand up to his skin. As soon as I did, my body was pushed on the cushions, head pressing into where my hands had just been.

"Now!"

Thank God, I thought as the heat returned with a vengeance. I dug my nails into his sides, drawing blood as the orgasm hit us both like a piledriver. The wood of the couch creaked as he gripped it, my name leaving his lips on a shout, his name leaving mine on a scream. Our releases fed each other. When he came, my body clamped down on his, milking him causing him to release again, making me release.

And so the circle continued until our bodies were totally spent and he went soft inside of me and my body released him. We were a sweaty, heaving heap of tangled limbs, sweat, and other fluids as our hearts calmed down and our breathing slowly wound down so that we didn't sound like we'd just run to Canada and back in five minutes.

When I could move my arms, I brought them up to caress his hair. He'd collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my neck. It was cool in the house and we both shivered as the sweat on our bodies met the chill in the air.

"Are you ok?" he croaked out.

I smiled and sighed contentedly. "Very much ok. You?"

He nodded, pressing a kiss to my neck. "That was the best possible punch that card could have gotten."

That made me laugh, which was bad. He was still inside of me, but very sensitive. Wincing against my skin, he pulled his hips back tiredly to draw out of me. The sensation made me writhe as aftershocks rocked through me.

"Sorry," he groaned as he rolled off me, but taking me with him, drawing me to him.

I stroked his chest. "Don't be. We're cool."

"Morgan?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you," he whispered.

He said it as if he knew I wouldn't take it well. Which, had I still been the old Morgan, he would have been right. But him phasing, and our love making had changed everything. He'd imprinted on me, and that meant he was as tied to me as I was to him. We belonged to each other completely.

So, I said the only thing that I knew would knock the socks off of him.

"I love you, too."

And love him, I did.

JPOV

Nessie's body was curled up tight to the side of mine. Again, she was the only thing that had ever been hot to me since the day I phased, and being inside of her just increased the heat. We were cozied up on the giant pallet of blankets in front of the fire, still recovering from round one. Sure as shit there were going to be more.

Right now though, we were both still breathing hard and the sweat was still cooling on our skin. My arm was wrapped around her shoulders, hand stroking her hair and back and hips, while I stared into the fire. My brain was cooking up all sorts of things like where in the cabin I wanted to take her and how.

Her fingers danced over my skin in little pictures as she sighed contentedly. The feel of her touching me like that left me sighing shakily, and had a purr starting low in my chest.

She giggled. "That feel good?"

I squeezed her. "Feels amazing."

She kept it up for a few more minutes, and her gentleness had me thinking again, but not about anything too happy. This first round tonight had been fast and frenzied, as usual. And all on my part. As soon as she was under me, I had to be inside of her. It became a race to get us both off fast so that I could leave a part of me with her. But none of the sex since we'd started had been slow and just for pleasure.

I must have been frowning too hard because she brought up a finger to slide it between my eyes. "You ok?"

I forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm good." She didn't believe me so I hurried on. "You said earlier that you brought me something. What was it?"

Her eyes widened. "Shoot."

Quickly, she sat up and looked around the room. I looked with her so that when her eyes hit the hoodie that I had tossed all the way to the top of the stairs that lead to the bedroom I saw her purse her lips.

She turned back to me to give me a look. "What, you couldn't have tossed it closer to the couch?"

I shrugged and gave her puppy dog eyes. "It's wasn't the hoodie I was interested in. I wanted what it was covering."

At first, her eyes softened, but then she gathered her strength and rolled her eyes. She tugged on the top blanket. "Give me this." When I lifted my arms, she stood up while simultaneously wrapping herself up. As much as I wanted to watch her walk around our new home naked, I knew that she would be too cold. I'd turned the heater down knowing that we'd be working up a sweat under the blankets in front of a fire. Not to mention my body heat would keep her warm if she got chilled.

Running over to the hoodie, she slipped something out of the pocket before I could see it. She came back on her tip-toes because no doubt the floor was freezing. But watching her bounce around in nothing but a sheet had me getting hard again. It wasn't difficult to imagine what her body looked like crossing the living room, her skin bathed in light from the fire. She'd be resplendent. One day, I'd leave the damn heater on.

When she came closer, her dark brown eyes met mine, and then swept my body. I swear she could see through the blankets because her eyes stopped right over my hips. But because there were at least six blankets on top of me, there was no way she could see that bulge. Before taking a deep breath and getting under the blankets again, she licked her lips, her pink tongue making a spectacular appearance.

As she settled back in, her cold feet pressed into my calves making me jump. But when she sat back up to lean against the couch, I followed suit.

She laughed. "Ok, close your eyes," she demanded.

"What?"

"Close. Them." When I did as she asked, she said, "Now hold out both of your hands, palm down."

Confused, I did it. How was she going to put something in my hands when my palms were facing the floor? There was some sort of creaking sound, a soft brush of fabric, and then…

Something cold and hard was placed around my left ring finger. My eyes snapped open to find Nessie's lower lip tugged between her teeth as she studiously didn't meet my eyes while sliding that ring on my finger.

"Ness?"

"Will you marry me?" she whispered.

I grinned so wide I probably pulled a few muscles. Gathering her up in my arms, I pulled her to me.

"Of course, you sill girl! I would never consider anything else!"

When she laughed, I pulled back to take her lips with mine. But after a moment, she pulled back. At least she was grinning now too.

"Look at it, Jake. I want you to look at it."

Still keeping my right arm wrapped around her, I pulled my left hand closer.

And stopped breathing.

It was a larger, more masculine version of my mother's ring, the one I had given to Nessie. It was some sort of dark metal, probably platinum knowing the Cullen taste. Wolves had been engraved into it. And were those-?

"Black diamonds," she said. "I didn't ask for them, but at least they aren't the white ones."

I tugged up her left hand and compared them. Billy had taught me woodworking and carving, so I could tell that these rings were done by the same hand.

"Ness, how-?" I was flat-out undone by this gift. I hadn't been expecting to wear a ring. Nessie wore my mother's so that the world knew that she belonged to someone.

Her smile dimmed a little, as if my reaction were lacking. "I asked Aunt Alice if we could get you a ring, too. I thought it would be nice. So, she drew a sketch of my ring and took it around to the shops. When she found it, she called me there saying that he needed to see me. The man took one look at me and one at the ring, and then walked off saying it would be done within the week." She frowned. "He never asked who it was for or the size or any sort of design. His son took the first half of the payment and we left. When I came back with Shelby and Seth today, we stopped at the house so Carlisle could check up on her, and Aunt Alice gave me the box."

Taking it all in, I flexed my hand. The thing fit perfectly and was a nice, heavy weight on my hand.

"Do you not like it?" she asked.

Shaking my head to clear it, I tugged her to me. "Of course I do. I love it actually. I just don't know how to say thank you for something like this. It's amazing." I leaned in and kissed her temple. "Thank you so much. I'll wear it every time I'm human, and miss it when I'm not."

Right then and there, I decided to buy a chain for her. On days I knew I had to phase, she could wear it until I came back to her. Jewelry had never been my thing, but this ring would be the one piece that I would wear with pride, because my future wife had been thoughtful enough to have it made. Not to mention that it probably cost a pretty penny, or two. Alice must have found the man that Billy had told me made mom's ring. No sizes, no questions, just done. I'd need to thank her, too.

Nessie's arms slid around my waist. She leaned in to press her lips to mine. "Are you sure you like it? You're not just telling me that?"

I pulled back so I could give her a serious look. "Renesmee, I love it already. True, jewelry has never been part of my wardrobe, but there is an exception to every rule. I can't wait to tell people that my wife had this ring made for me when I get asked about it. All other men will be jealous because their women just gave them a gold band. This ring is so much better and more thoughtful than that. If I know who made these, then I know that these are the only two rings that will ever be made like this. They're a perfect matching set that were made only for us. And that makes them worth so much more than any dollar amount on the planet."

This time I was worried about her pulling muscles in her face her grin was so wide.

"I love you, Jacob." She squeezed me. "I love you so damn much."

"And of course you know that I love you, too."

We shared a kiss before she straddled my thighs. My eyebrows shot into my hairline while she licked her lips and grinned at me.

My eyes narrowed playfully. "What are you up to?"

"It's my turn to make love to you," she said in a deep voice, instantly getting me hard. A low laugh spilled from her lips as she felt me lengthen against her thigh.

"Ness-,"

"Uh, uh, uh. You're always the dominant one, and I think you've done enough marking of me. It's time for me to do a little marking of my own."

I almost came right then and there. Her voice was low and sexy, commanding. And I realized that she had been right: she was the only one that I would ever submit for. She was truly my alpha female.

She leaned in, her naked breasts pressed to my chest so that I could feel her peaked nipples, and started to kiss me slow and languid. When I tried to kiss her back, she shook her head and set her teeth to my lower lips. My eyes temporarily rolled. I was kind of surprised that I couldn't see my brain. And then she was off to my jaw while her fingers played over my chest, nails digging in here and there. But when I tried to raise my arms to touch her, she pushed them back down at the wrist. Damn, she wanted me completely passive.

I hissed when her hot core rubbed up against me. She'd moved closer so that she could kiss the spot just under my ear. Oh, God. I had no idea of I was going to last long. And she seemed to sense it because she made quick work of her kisses all the way down to my hips.

The blankets got kicked back as we started to warm back up, and I could see her on all fours bent over my legs, her face so close to the straining length of me. I spread my legs and she moved to kneel between them.

Her eyes met mine for two point five seconds. And then I realized what she was going to do right before she turned her head and pressed a kiss to that soft, blunt second head of mine.

The breath rushed out of my lungs as my fingers gripped the blankets under us.

"Jesus…Christ," I moaned out.

She chuckled and her breath caressed me. Oh, man. I had almost gotten control of myself enough to focus on her again when her hot palm wrapped around me. My hips jacked up of the floor to create the friction I was dying for. But she didn't waste time at all. Though her fingers couldn't meet at the base of me, that didn't slow her in the least. She'd become a master at hand-jobbing me, knowing where all the perfect spots were. But what I hadn't expected was the tight warmth of her mouth.

My eyes snapped open in time for me to see her tongue play over the head of me. And though my eyes wanted to do their backflip routine again, I kept them on her so that I could watch her. Dark brown eyes met mine for a moment before they closed and she concentrated on what she was doing.

Her head bobbed shallowly before her jaw widened and she took half of me into her mouth in one long pull. Her hand stroked the base of me all the way up to meet her mouth. In seconds, that erection was as wet and slick as if I had just been inside of her tight heat.

My stomach tightened and released as if my body couldn't decide whether it wanted to release now or continue to watch her. My brain and body were at war, but my brain was winning because I liked how sexual she looked, all female predator taking her prey the way she wanted it.

While she kept her mouth and one hand busy on my shaft, her other hand went down to cup the twin weights and massage gently. My hips nearly bucked until I told myself that if they did we'd hurt her. So they obeyed, which was amazing considering what she was doing to me. With every bob of her head, she went further and further down, her throat becoming more comfortable, I guessed.

And then, for a moment, she just paused. It took me a moment to realize that she was taking in a deep breath…before going all the way to my base-with her mouth. The tight constriction of her throat nearly had me doubled over in pain from the need to orgasm.

She stayed that way for a moment, playing her tongue over me. And when she came back up, I sagged against the couch.

Relearning how to breathe.

RPOV

Holy. Crap. I had just gone down on Jacob. I had just deep-throated him. Not knowing where the hell that had come from, I didn't question it. Licking my lips, he tasted like heaven. Honey mixed with musk and male sweat. Sweet and salty.

As I breathed hard for a moment, I watched as a single clear drop emerged from him. Without thinking about it, I leaned in and licked it off. Now, Jacob allowed his hips to buck hard, as if compensating for the time he'd forced himself down so as not to shove himself into me.

"God, Nessie, that was-,"

To shut him up, I squeezed him. His words cut off on a gasp before I slid my mouth back over him. He was a hot, hard candy in my mouth. Silky smooth and hard as steel. Popping him out of my mouth, my lips brushed the side of him, where all that extra skin was. Making sure to watch his face for signs of pain, I gently used my teeth to grab it, then sucked that skin into my mouth. His head flopped back onto the couch while his mouth worked to try to get some air. I then used my tongue to soothe it out, and a rush of oxygen went down into his lungs.

I allowed him a few more breaths before I pulled him back into my mouth and created a rhythm between my hand and my lips. When that length was wet and slick again, I removed my hand, took a deep breath around him, and went all the way down for the second time. He was thicker at the base, so my jaw had to open wider. The head of him reached down into my throat, but strangely it didn't bother me. Maybe I didn't have a gag reflex. Whatever, all I knew was that I liked the sounds he made as my lips connected with his body.

"Nessie, I'm gonna-,"

He didn't get to finish. In a rush, I felt him jerk in my mouth before hot jets went down my throat. I tried to breathe and swallow him down without biting him. But feeling him release in me like that brought on my own heat and wave, my body turning into a furnace while he jerked in my mouth. So I slid up about halfway where he wasn't as thick to breathe and swallow more easily.

Eventually, the jerking stopped, but he wasn't finished. That hard flesh was still long, thick, and proud.

Sitting back, I let him slide from my mouth to land on his belly so that he could catch his breath. I wasn't done with him yet. I was waiting for his breathing to even out and his eyes to focus again, so I studied him. Over the course of the night, I'd remarked his chest and given him a couple hickeys over his collarbones. Red welts on his skin were the result of our earlier love making, but most of those were on his back.

I was determined to give him some on his front. But I also had similar markings. More hickeys, some red marks from his grip. Some of those would turn into bruises, but I had assured him that they were love marks and I didn't care. Shelby had been right. Jacob was the alpha male. The sex was bound to be rough for a little while at first because he was marking his territory. Finally, he and the wolf were on the same page when it came to me. I was his female, and he was determined to make sure that other people knew that he satisfied me more than any man ever could.

Well now, it was time for me to make sure that people knew he was satisfied. The moment he lifted his head from the couch and those deep, dark eyes focused on me, I moved so that his knees were between mine again so that I could prowl up his body. My tongue licked one long line up his torso, along his neck, and under his jaw. I allowed his hands to come up and grip my hips. As long as gripping was all he did. I was in charge and so I went where I wanted, when I wanted.

With that being said, I kissed his lips and reached between our bodies at the same time. He groaned when I stood him up. Leaning up on my knees, I brushed the head of him against me, but not penetrating. I knew when he felt how wet and ready I was, because a low growl rumbled up his chest and thundered out his mouth. And when he tried to shove my hips down, I squeezed him again hard and shook my head.

"No, lover. Let me. Let me pleasure you. I want to ride you."

He growled again, but loosened his hold on me. I wanted to make love to him. All of our love making to date had been fast and rough. This time, I wanted slow and torturous. I wanted that sweet satisfaction to explode out of anticipation. So I released my grip on him, letting his belly catch him again and then lowered myself down so that I rubbed over him, slicking him up with my body's response. When he groaned again, I took his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down hard, drawing blood. I needed to taste him.

His blood was a rush of warmth and energy as it hit my tongue. My body tingled as I recognized the flavor of honey and musk. Sweet and salty just like his other parts. Again, he tried to take over by moving my hips faster, but I gripped his wrists and pulled them away from me.

With that freedom, I began to dance for him, over him. I'd never felt so seductive in my life, but I twirled and swung my hips over his until we were panting. Ok, it was time to finish this.

Moving back, I let him go to reach between us again. Gripping him, I stood him up, positioned him at my entrance and sat down slowly. Slow was good considering he was going deeper than he ever had before. It made sense that that would be the case but all of my attention to him had somehow thickened him to the point that he stretched me out something fierce. By now, I didn't have to have him stretch me with his fingers, but I guess oral drew more blood down to him.

"Oh, god," I groaned as our pelvises met. He was fully sheathed inside of me, and I could feel him throbbing as my core held him in.

"Move, Nessie. Please, move for me like you did a second ago."

Well, he didn't have to ask me twice. Though I was in charge of this session, my hips met his demand and started to sway and pump over and around him. My stomach tensed and loosened.

It wasn't long before I started to feel that heat spread from my core out to my stomach and thighs. Jacob's hot hands had come up to cup my breasts, kneading them in his strong, capable hands. And as I kept undulating against him, he sat up so that he could pull one of my nipples between his teeth while his thumb played over the other one. He tugged, pulled, and nipped at me until the tightened bud was dark and wet with his ministrations.

Deep inside me, I could feel him kick and jerk. He was close. His breathing was catching and those big hands tightened on my body. Teeth gritted together, he shoved his breath out. He'd closed his eyes but that's not what I wanted.

I lifted my hands from his shoulders to smooth his eyebrows. "Jacob, open your eyes. I want to see them when we come."

His hips jerked up into mine, bucking me against him as his eyes fluttered open. I cried out at the fierce heat and ownership in those dark depths. He thrust up one last time before his thumb traveled down to meet the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex. As soon as he touched me, the heat exploded in my body. As did his.

As his name left my mouth on a loud moan, I could feel his hot jets release into me on a deep thrust. His hands went to my hips to keep us ground against each other as we both shouted out. But our eyes never left the others.

In that moment, I felt something click deep inside me. This wasn't just about exchanging body fluids. In this moment, we were giving our souls to each other, not just our hearts. And it felt like more on his side, more trust. He hadn't trusted woman since my mother, and she'd ripped him apart when he'd thought that he was in love with her. Right now, in this moment, he was trusting me with the most intimate part of him, more intimate than the piece of him that was buried deep in my body. He was handing me the key to his being, the freedom in his heart, and the very essence of him in his soul. He was trusting me not to break him…at least not again. And I wouldn't.

When the sharing and exchange was finally done, a piece of me was in him, and a piece of him was in me. It was like a door had opened. And we were exhausted. I fell against his chest. He had just enough strength to hold me to him as he moved down onto his back on the pallet.

Reaching down at the same time, we both managed to get the blankets over us before we passed out to the most perfect union we'd ever known so far.

So? I hope it wasn't too bad for you guys, but I have to say that I love this chapter. Unfortunately, no Seth and Shelby time. Maybe they'll get theirs in the next chapter. Love you guys! xoxoxoxoxoxo