Chapter Seven: I Dream of Jacob

Here it is kiddlings! The smut scene that was promised so very long ago. Review if you love it! Thanks again to all the lovely comments from Renas Aslyum, Pace1818, TaycobGirl, MoonBunny666, avid reader, Pooks79, dreamertotheend, SHELAWEENA, Enchantress In Black, and brooklynsam3.

Big shoutouts to:

Pace1818: Thanks for the multiple comments. Jake isn't going to take Bella back with open arms, she's going to have to earn it but it is a Jacob/Bella fic. There is going to be a lot of angst ahead, promise!

Pooks79: Thanks for the lavish comments about this story being different. That's my goal. I don't want this fic to be a "Jacob-jumps-back-into-her-arms" bullshit story. That's crap in my opinion. If Bella didn't change and grow up A LOT since the end of the Twilight books then she doesn't deserve to be with Jacob.

MoonBunny666:

Thanks for the comments and you following the story

And of course Trini Li: You all should thank her. She's the one that forced me to put this up.

As Renas Asylum pointed out there are grammatical errors in this story. I hate that shit so I'm anally going back over the manuscript and when I have the time will re-upload and hopefully not lose all the comments.

*I need a beta! Anyone who is willing to look over this story is welcomed. I prefer someone who has written a lot but I'm taking anyone at this point*

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They were running and she was in front of him, her brown locks whipping behind, an impish smile playing on her lips as glanced back at him.

Catch me if you can Jacob.

Her words made him lunge for her, but his fingers caught air again. So close. He was panting in exhaustion but he was still so agonizingly close he couldn't give up yet.

It was almost as if they were hunting but he didn't smell prey, he smelled her: her skin, jasmine, and something else that was exotic something he couldn't put his finger on.

She's aroused. The epiphany did something to him, and suddenly he felt a low growl in his throat. He was still, flexing the fingers in his hands, anticipating the moment they would touch her, push her down into the forest floor.

It wasn't infatuation. It wasn't even the sensual attraction he'd felt for other women. It was full blown animalistic lust.

With a burst of speed he caught her. Capturing her wrists with one hand, he thrust her against a tree.

Her moan spurred him on. His free hand pulled at the loose cotton blouse she was wearing until he ripped it open, rending fabric.

Not bothering to take it off, he pulled down the bra's cups exposing her breast and knelt to lick at her nipple. She tasted better then she smelled. And she was shaking. The realization made him smile, and ask her calmly, "What's wrong Bella? Wolf got you tongue?"

Her whimper made him chuckle darkly. Her eyes were turning gold, a perfect shade of white wine. Pushing himself against her, he took one of her hands, turned it palm up and kissed it, letting his teeth scrape slightly against her skin. "You're mine," he growled low. She was whimpering again, wriggling, struggling to move against him.

She shivered from the contact and attempted to retrieve her hand but he held it firm in his grasp, both of her wrists in his hands.

Jacob met her eyes, seeing his face reflected in them, eyes golden, "Say that you're mine," he wasn't asking. He was demanding.

He nuzzled his face into her throat, bending his head to kiss the hallow there, to press kisses up her neck and around her ear. His tongue darted out and licked her lobe and captured it gently in his teeth, he stopped, his voice pleading as he whispered, "Please."

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Jacob woke up gasping in sweat soaked sheets. What the fuck was that? Jacob glanced down at the large damp spot in his sheets. A wet dream at his age and one about Bella no less.

He was lucky it was so early because the idea of anyone catching him washing dirty sheets with obvious-type stains would be absolutely humiliating