Thanks for all the lovely support guys. It's so encouraging. Here is the next installment (now that this web site is letting me log on to post it! :-| ) Hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 3
The morning found us both still undressed in his friend's bed, still with limbs intertwined like weaved strips of lattice on top of a luscious cherry pie, and it seemed we were both still unfaltering in our desire to continue the liaison we had started the night before.
The Californian sunlight forced its way through the unclosed curtains that had so welcomingly let in the moonlight the night before.
After a brief moment of comfortable silence, both of us lying face to face, his eyes so close I could see the minute valleys and rises of the stroma of his dark iris's, I slid my hand up to link with his. Good morning, I said, not wanting to break the serenity of the moment with spoken voice.
"Good morning, Renesmee," he whispered, apparently feeling the same way about speaking too. "You know…" he mouthed quietly as his free hand reached around from where I had been using his bicep as a pillow and combed my curls back from my face, "you're even more beautiful in the light of day."
I could feel the heat of a blush rise on my cheek, an emotional response I rarely experienced. I had a suspicion that compliments from Jacob could make the flush become a more regular occurrence.
"The dawn has certainly reaffirmed my first thoughts of you when our eyes first met… That you'd do nicely for my first kiss… and anything else that followed."
He chuckled at my comment, and pulled me into a strong and secure embrace, his body pressing flush with mine, "I'm glad I could live up to expectations."
His hand weaved through my hair, pulling me closer. "Was it a nice first kiss?" he rasped, his warm sweet breath filling my lungs. I nodded, a little sigh escaping my lips. "And what about all that followed? You're not too sore?"
I shook my head, showing him with my gift the strength of my hybrid body and then the exquisite sensations I'd experienced at his explicitly talented hands. "All that followed that kiss surpassed expectations," I smiled, the flush heating my cheeks once more.
"Well then, I better not disappoint you in any subsequent kisses or anything else's then, should I?" he teased, his lips pressing sensually against mine. His heat melting and setting my insides alight as it had done already so many times.
Last night had be the most singular spectacular night of my existence. Once we had reveled our true selves to each other, and then decided that none of it mattered, he made love to me once more. And then again.
We had talked all night, Jacob and I, delving into each other's intellects. We spent hours discovering the minds behind the other person we were both now devoted to. He was my wolf and I was his imprint. We'd laughed and we'd awed.
We were almost too perfectly suited. At times I could see how we balanced each other, he was my yin to his yang. Then there were times were we were both so alike, with similar opinions and wants and desires. Namely each other. In a matter of hours, he become my best friend.
I left like I knew his family and his pack already. From his loving descriptions, I felt like La Push was already my home. We'd declared our love for each other once more, and once more my wolf took my body to heights I never knew it could reach. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, satisfied and sated, we fell asleep still joined, wrapped in each other's arms.
Now, in the quite of the Sunday morning peace, Jacob's hands traced over the lines of my body. He held me close and peppered his lips over my jaw and throat, his tongue flicking and sucking at the bite mark he had so spontaneously made hours earlier. It sent a shiver of pleasure over my skin at his attention.
I could feel the heat growing within me, a combination of his increased metabolic temperature—which I had learned was a consequence of his shape shifting capabilities— and the way his very human hands felt on my skin and the sensation he could elicit with nothing more than a delicate touch.
I was experiencing the sensations of that touch, my eyes closed and my hands weaved through his short glossy black hair, when the sound of gurgling intruded in to the room. His kisses stopped momentarily, and our eyes met before he ducked his head down again, his lips finding the sensitive skin around my nipple and his heated tongue flicked at the erect bud. It sent that pulsing sensation into my vulva with each drawing suck.
Then, once again, the room was filled with the squeaking, gurgling borborygmus rumble.
Again he broke away, looking up at me with a contrite purse of his lips. "Sorry," he laughed, crawling up along the length of my body.
"You're hungry?" I asked, the inconvenience of how often humans have to eat was becoming very apparent.
He nodded, biting his lower lip as he slipped backwards off the side of the bed. "Come on," he said with resignation as he gently tugged me up by my hand, "let's see if we can rustle up some grub."
With me wrapped in nothing but a cool white sheet, I leant against the counter in the cramped kitchenette and watched as he, with nothing on but a pair of boxer shorts slung low around his hips, rummaged through the cupboards and refrigerator
"How the hell does Seth not have anything decent to eat?" he groused, pulling out an almost empty bottle of juice and a half loaf of bread. With the exacting finesse of a man half-staved, he loaded the toaster with four slices and then, two minutes later, was loading it up with another four. He was back looking for condiments before I could tell him I didn't need anything. I'd hunted only the day before last.
"You like jelly or cheese whiz?" he'd asked with his head in the refrigerator, one arm braced on the door. I found myself admiring the way the muscles of his back were accentuated by the refrigerator light, the way the lines and the shadows of his musculature undulated as he searched. I'd appreciated those muscles with my hands only hours earlier, but I hadn't truly realized just how well-built he was. He was broad shouldered, rippled, and exuded masculinity with his natural power.
I found myself curiously fighting the urge to step over to him and lick my way up that valley of muscle running along his spine.
"Ness?" he asked, looking at me over his shoulder, that curious urge now extending to his square jaw and the fine spray of stubble that had appeared overnight.
And then to his lips; full and soft, and so beautiful when he smiled.
"NESS?"
"Huh?"
He smiled further, a gentle chuckle escaping, "Do you like jelly or cheese?" he asked as he straightened and turned, holding the two jars out in front of my face. I found myself struggling to look at the proffered condiments and not the bulk of latissimus dorsi muscle of his back that wrapped around his sides and sat defined and taunting me, goading me to duck down and lick it as he raised his arms.
"Ah…" Neither of the options seemed particularly appetizing to me, liver paste or maybe some roast beef would have been more palatable to my protein based diet. "Cheese?" I shrugged—at least it had come from an animal originally.
I once again felt myself mesmerized by the play of his musculature, the rock-hard muscles of his biceps as he buttered and prepared a mountain of toast as our makeshift breakfast. He looked up at me, a knowing smile gracing his lips as he bounced his pectorals. His intrinsic athleticism apparent with the lack of even a small disturbance of his hand as he continued to butter the toast. "You like what you see lover-girl?" he stirred.
I nodded silently, the compulsion to feel the topography his skin finally getting the better of me. I found myself stepping towards him, my hand smoothing over his back and resting lightly on his shoulder. I realized, as a glowing sense of contentment flowed through me, that prior to coming into the kitchen, we'd not broken physical contact since he'd first taken me by the hand at the party the night before. I think Jake felt the same, a contented purr radiated though his chest into mine as we reconnected physically.
I watched over his shoulder as he smeared the orange-yellow spread and felt the radiant heat of his skin as he'd then unconsciously leaned into me too. I kissed the smooth skin of his bare arm, my lips surging with his warmth and that tingling connection of what I now knew was named our imprint bond, before taking the slice he handed to me.
He hoisted me up, sitting me on the counter and leaned his hip against my leg, where it peaked though the sheet. We ate in companionable silence the energy still coursing where we touched. In reality, I forced down one slice—for courtesy's sake—as Jacob all but inhaled the other slices. He'd explained to me that he had a large appetite, but this was certainly a sight to behold, his enthusiasm and capacity to consume food was something I'd never seen before.
As he picked up his seventh slice I swallowed the last of my one and washed it down with the juice—I'd discovered that Californian orange juice really was quite agreeable. "Do you always eat so much?" I asked.
With a full mouth he nodded, "this is just a starter. We're gunna have to go find something more substantial soon. But first," he smiled, swallowing and finishing the last of his orange juice, "we have some unfinished business to attend too."
With supernatural speed, I found myself swept into his arms, and almost four meters down the narrow hallway before I could even wrap my arms around his neck and modify my stifled squeak to a more attractive giggle. He paused at the entry of the bedroom we'd slept in, turning and carrying me into the little, all-in-one bathroom on the other side.
He leaned into the shower stall and started the water before placing me gently on my feet. His hands found the edges of the sheet I had been using as substitute night clothes and slowly, seductively, he pulled the corners from my fingers and let the cotton fall in a velvety pool at my feet.
"Shower with me," he said, taking me by the hand and leading me into the tiny cubicle. The water spray was warm and soon steam filled the room. His hands, lathered with soap, began to clean every inch of my skin and my hands were also soon roving over the lines of his magnificently rampant body.
With slippery, slick fingers he played with nipples that were hardened from his touch. His mouth captured mine with hungry urgency. My hand then found its way over the muscles that rippled beneath the surface of his abdomen and wrapped around his hard and erect penis. With soapy hands my fist started to pump. The soft, silky feel of his skin contrasted with the hard, tensile beauty of his exquisite masculinity as it slid beneath my fingers. It sent a fresh wave of moisture to the heat between my legs.
His hands soon found their way down to my center, gently rubbing and playing with my pleasure. A mumbled moan reverberated between our heated lips as I felt the first phase of an orgasm begin to mount. My body started to move of its own accord, and my hand was now pumping his need in time to my own.
A pressure was building inside of me. Physically and emotionally. I felt myself quite overcome with a need for more. I suddenly wanted more than the humanly confined sex we'd shared last night. I felt the primal creature inside of me surfacing and I wanted him to tame that beast within me with a heavy hand and a thick phallus. I can take so much more, Jacob. Show me how much power the Alpha wolf has, Jacob. Show me.
The echo of his growl reverberated around the steamy cubicle as he processed my challenge.
Instantly, I found myself being lifted up and pressed into the poorly grouted tiles of the wall. My legs wrapped around his hips as, in one pointed thrust, he buried himself deep within me. The sharp, delicious pleasure of his consumption filled me with a new surge of desire. My hands clawed at his shoulders, pulling him to me, asking him silently for more. With my gift, I was begging him for harder and faster as our lips and tongues consumed in a savagely intense kiss.
My thoughts seemed to act like an animalistic trigger. He started to move with more force with each plea I sent him. His mouth became more hungry, his grunts more visceral with each demand for more. And I loved every last second of his onslaught.
The intercourse we shared last night had been intense. That first time had been the satiation of hedonistic, animalistic lust and the clinical longing of experiencing sex firsthand. Then the love making that followed had been the bringing together of two souls, and the sealing of a loving bond.
This coming together in the shower however, it was the uniting of two supernatural beings in their prime. We were mating. With each thrust, small hexagons of tiles broke away from the wall. Any human woman would have long been rendered unconscious by the incessant pounding. But my body took it all.
I took all of him and asked for more.
We were wild. My hands clawing and biting over his skin as his hips snapped in hard violent thrusts. The bathroom was filled with guttural grunts and cries. My mind was consumed with his scent and his power. My mate was virile. My mate was strong. He was mine.
The water had long turned cold when, with the power of supernatural love, we finally exploded in a heated, transcending climax. Both of us came together, screaming out one another's names before we both, once again, camped our teeth over the others neck.
Jacobs's mouth bit into my skin, over the same spot that I still bared the mark of. His teeth in my flesh sent a second climax through my core. I cried out again, in primal exultation and also latched on, letting the warm, life blood of my mate wash through me.
He continued to pump in to me. Slowing until each thrust was like a locomotive coming to stop and his lips kissed over the dual crescents on my shoulder.
Sated in every way possible, I unlocked my teeth from his skin, licking a little trickle of blood as it rolled over his clavicle before the wound healed before my eyes.
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Hoy fucking shit.
That was, by far, the most amazingly fucking, spectacular experience of my life. Wolf sex with Renesme was out of this world. She'd just keep bombarding my brain with images of us going harder, and words that demanded more. I let go of that leash on my wolf, and he gave his mate all that she asked for.
And I got just as much back in return.
I'd seen imprint sex in the minds of the pack, it was undoubtedly the best sex of a wolf's life. But none of my bothers had an imprint who was quite as unbreakable. No one else had a mate who could not only take the physicality of the wolf, but a mate who wanted it as hard as the wolf could give it. And I'd given it to her good.
She'd let me mark her again, and in return I'd let her drink. Both of us had had a second wave of pleasure because of it.
We'd ruined Seth bathroom, most of the tiles were off the wall, and there was a large crack in the shower screen. We'd fix it tomorrow.
Today was all about Renesmee… and about getting something decent to eat. A boy's gotta keep his strength up.
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So, two and a half hours after first waking up, I found myself driving Seth's shitty Chevy to Ness's apartment.
She'd laughed the first time I'd called her Ness, but Renesmee seemed like such mouthful. Apparently no one had given her a nickname apart from her uncles who had decided on 'pumpkin head' as an infant, which she said she hated. But when the name had fist slipped out, in the darkness of the bedroom, her face still a flush from the heat of her breathtaking orgasms, she'd smiled her beautiful smile at me, and said that she quite liked this moniker. Whatever the hell a moniker is.
"I'm almost certain that we have a full dozen eggs and some bacon at my home," she said, scooting over the bench seat and snuggling into my side as I drove with one hand on the wheel, the other hand curled around her hip and tucked into her tiny waist.
I leaned over, pressing my nose into the top of her head and drawing in a giant lungful of her unadulterated, cotton candy, aphrodisiac perfume. "Mmmmm," I hummed, "you have no idea how good you smell, Ness. It makes it very hard to concentrate on the road, or anything else apart from fucking you right here in this truck for that matter."
Her legs curled up on the seat as she settled deeper against my side, her face pressing against my chest, her hand finding the skin bared at the bottom of my t-shirt, her palm pressed hard against my abs. Only as good as you smell to me, she said into my head. Then a rich, warm, musky spice filled my senses and a sensation of deep attraction and contentment followed.
It truly was an amazing gift she had.
"Really? That's what I smell like to you? You're family always said we smelled revolting, like wet dog."
"Oh no," she purred, reaching up and kissing the edge of my jaw. "It may be animalistic, but there is nothing repulsive about your scent Jake," with her lips still lingering by my jaw, she very pointedly inhaled and a soft pleasured whimper sounded in my ear. "Your sent is pure sex with a pulse to me."
Her voice was soft and husky, and it sent a surge blood rushing to my dick and a low, barely audible growl though my chest. We were stopped at a red light and I took the opportunity to take her face with both hands and pull her lips to mine. My tongue invaded her mouth with a heated urgency and she responded the same, sucking on my tongue, and sending another surge of want directly to the tip of my dick.
For several minutes, we sat in the truck, making out like teenagers until we were unceremoniously honked at by several of the cars behind us. We broke apart, and once again set off down Le Conte Avenue. "Turn right here," she said with a pleased chucked in her voice.
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Parking was tight this part of the city and I had to park the truck up the street from her apartment. I didn't mind, it was nice to just walk hand in hand, side by side up the smooth footpath. There was something every-day like about it. I felt like we were just two normal college kids, in love and walking home after a wild night of partying. We had been at a partly, for about twenty minutes, but then we'd shifted the party back to Seth's place, and to the bedroom. Yeah it had been a wild one. And yeah, we were in love. But there was noting normal about either of us.
Her killer heels dangled from her fingers as she tiptoed, avoiding the gum on the sidewalk. She was still dressed in the little black number she'd had on last night. Her long mass of auburn ringlets were haphazardly falling down her back and her pink pouty lips looked like she'd just stepped out the pages of a Vogue magazine, not a piece of shit 1997 Chevrolet 1500 with a dodgy clutch.
We came to the frosted glass doors of the lobby of her building. I stood by her shoulder, my body hovering just behind her, my fingers playing with the curls hanging down her back as she typed in the pin on the lock. The door opened with a resounding click as she pressed the handle and stepped inside. "Come on lover, breakfast awaits. We've got to get your strength back, ASAP," she smirked, winking as she took me by the hand and led me up the echoing stairs to her shared apartment on the third floor.
At the front door she paused, cocking her ear and listening to the sounds from inside. "Well it seems Amber certainly had an eventful night," she scoffed. "There's three heart beats inside." From what she'd told me, I somehow doubted her flat mate and her had been properly matched. But then again, who was gunna match with a seven year old, half-human, half-vampire telepath?
I listened also, not wanting to walk into some kind of kinky ménage à trois. I heard the sound of a pan frying, and dishes clinking, a feminine voice had giggled after a sharp slap of skin which was followed by a duller thud of muscle colliding and a baritone cuss. With a fatalistic sigh I realized that I knew that voice. Renesmee was right, there were three heartbeats, one faster, lighter human beating heart and two slower, stronger, wolf-like rhythms. Two heartbeats that I knew all too well.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I'd grumbled. Renesmee looked at me curiously over her shoulder as she let herself in. "You'll see," I responded to her unasked question, gesturing her inside.
"You're going to eat me out of house and home!" the owner of the human heart beat—Amber— was complaining but not at all sounding peeved as she talked to the fuckers in the kitchen, her voice drifting up the hall to us as we walked down.
Ness called out as we rounded the corner, "I hope you're wearing clothes because I'm home and I have a hungry man on my heels."
"Oh Carlie!" sang a blond haired girl standing at the stove in nothing more than a tank top and boy shorts. "I'm just cooking some breakfast, you want eggs?" she asked as she'd looked at us over her shoulder, her eyes had done a double take as she saw me standing behind Ness. I supposed she'd noticed the inevitable similarities with the two starving wolves who were sitting at her kitchen table.
"Yeah, but I don't know if there'll be enough for all three of these here strapping lads," she'd sang as she'd dropped my hand and walked directly over to the table, holding out her hand to my pack brothers.
"Well, hello gentlemen, fancy seeing you here," she smiled. "Let me introduce myself again," she said formally, holding her hand out first to Seth, "I'm Carlie."
Both my pack brothers had contented, goofy grins plastered across their faces. As we'd walked in the room they'd started smiling at the way we were both still dressed in last night's clothes, and again deliberately scenting the air, a satisfied rumble bouncing across the kitchen as the mixture of alpha and his mate hit them. Our power-couple scent really was intense and unmistakably a force to be reckoned with, little did my brothers know just how powerful my mate truly was.
But the moment Ness has started to speak to them directly, the contented grins left their faces and were instead replaced by wide eyed panic and uncertainty. It wasn't from being addressed by Renesmee, it was by the look of challenge I was shooting their way over her shoulder.
Embry and Seth had both reeked of sex, lots of it, and the idea of her scent being tainted with theirs set my nerves on edge. As good as I'd been feeling after the night we'd just had, I still didn't want another male touching her, even her hand.
Seth shot me a look asking for consent, but my eyes narrowed in refusal. My chest started rumbling and like a good wolf, his hand stayed firmly in place around his fork.
With her hand left swinging in mid-air, Ness had looked at me over her shoulder, an irritated scowl forming on her still gorgeous face. "Oh no you don't," she scolded me. "If I want to shake your brother's hands, then I will." Her tone left no room for argument, the feistiness of her vampiric side coming out.
"One more time," she said obstinately, turning back to Seth, "I'm Carlie." Her hand jerking upwards and outwards in a second offering.
Seth looked between Renesmee and I, back and forth his eyes tracked, his hand still wrapped tightly around his unused fork, his face switching between a mixture of anxiety and platonic interest.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Embry huffed from the other side of the table. He stood and reached over the table top to take Renesmee's hand. "It's nice to meet you again Carlie, don't mind him," he said, inclining his head and looking at me pointedly. "It's hard to snap out of a seven year funk."
Embry Call… my beta, by best friend, bastard… and still not afraid of the Alpha after all these years.
"Brothers?" the temporarily forgotten, high-pitched voice of Amber pierced the air. "That's some extraordinary genetics your family have," she said as she walked over with a plate in each hand piled with bacon and eggs. She placed one in front of Embry, leaning over and landing him with a long, very deep throated kiss before pulling back and placing the other dish in front of Seth and sitting down on his lap.
"What about me?" Seth smirked, as his hand snaked around her waist. Then Amber and Clearwater preceded to make out around the pinewood table while Embry scoffed down his eggs and Ness made me a plate for me with what was left in the pan.
When the porn theatrics were over, and the bacon became a priority, we found ourselves at a strangely comforting and yet frustrating breakfast. Comforting because of the immensely satisfying feeling I had from being feed by my mate combined with the all-round scent of well sexed coupling, or in their case trio-ing –wafting around all five of us. But frustrating as hell because all three of the other supernatural beings sitting around the table with me all seemed to be desperate to find out more about each other.
I could tell Nessie was dying to find out more about the pack and to have an opportunity to reveal her own true nature to Seth and Emb. She'd told me as much with her gift as her fingers brushed over my hand. And I knew my pack brothers were gunna want to sniff all over her and then phase in and have an across-state pack meeting to bring the others who were back home up to speed. But the tanned blond still perched on Seth's lap was preventing any kind of honest introduction or wolfy appraisal.
"So, Carlie," started Embry as he wiped up the last bit of yolk off his plate, and stuffed the toast in his face, "you and Jake here get a chance to really get to know each other yet? He tell you all about our family?" he probed, discreetly trying to gauge her reaction to our tribal secret.
She took another tiny sip of her herbal tea, I noticed she'd only had a third of the cup. I'd have to find out more about that. Don't want my mate fading away. Mind you, she could always just bite me again, now that the wolf and I had time to process it, it was actually a massive turn on.
"We did Embry, we talked a lot. Jake told me pretty much his whole life story and so did I. In fact," she grinned, winking at me, happy her little/huge secret was still a secret, "we figured out that our families are old friends. We all go way back. Generations back."
"You're from Forks?" Seth asked.
Renesmee shook her head, "No, I was born in Anchorage, but my parents were; back in the day."
"Well, they probably knew some of our parents, or maybe my step dad. Charlie's the chief of Police up there."
She clutched my hand tight underneath the table. Charlie Swan? Is Seth my mother's step-brother, Jake? An emotion of longing and curiosity filled my mind. I realized that she mustn't have ever met Charlie, her closest living relative.
I squeezed her delicate hand under the table, promising her and myself that I'd change that situation when I took her home. That was assuming she'd want to come with me to my home. I felt a moment of panic at the thought of being separated from my imprint. I'd barley survived Bella leaving me.
I knew I wouldn't survive separation from my Renesmee.
Then I felt our bond pulse. I don't know how, but instinctively, I knew she understood my feelings. We operated on the same wave length, Ness and I.
I think she felt my sudden panic and she gripped my hand even tighter in reassurance. My hand throbbed with her strength. And I knew I'd never let us be apart for any length of time, and that she wouldn't let us be separated either.
We'd been sitting in separate seats during breakfast, but our chairs were pushed together and the entire length of my right side was touching hers. She turned to look at me, her deep dark eyes were soft and shimmering in the morning light. She looked up at me with a sense of love and reassurance in those windows to her soul. She had the curtains open for me and I swear I saw myself reflected back.
A small smile was on her lips and she was nodding her surety almost undetectably. Her comfort wrapped around me like a reassuring mental hug. And I felt myself relax and even realized the relief seeping from my flesh as I contemplated the potential benefits of sharing the heavy burden of Alpha with a partner in life.
This woman was everything I could possibly ask for in a mate. She was smart and quick witted, more than just a pretty face. But what a pretty face, such beautiful creamy soft skin, full pink lips and those eyes were framed by long sweeping lashes. Her body was tall and slender yet still feminine, with soft curves that begged to be held and had. She held herself with such natural confidence. Even without the bias of the imprint, it was obvious that Renesmee was a beautiful woman, both inside and out. The outside I'd explored thoroughly last night and then again this morning, but the inside I was only just cracking the surface of. I planned on understanding the inner working of this spectacular woman. Already I could see she was kind and supportive, she'd be a perfect alpha's mate.
It pleased the wolf in me to see her so readily accept my pack mates. And the man in me was gaining more and more confidence that this was a woman would want to spend the rest of my life with, regardless of the supernatural. I'd love her even without the imprint.
She shifted her hand in mine, turning our palms so they we were touching and her fingers weaved in between mine. She looked back at my pack brother who seemed oblivious to the silent conversation flowing between his Alpha and his new mate. My eyes drifted to Embry's, he'd seen it. Embry always noticed everything.
My beta was suddenly looking at Renesmee like she was a puzzle, like her eyes were somehow familiar. They were. He was looking at her like maybe he knew her from somewhere and was trying to place her. He didn't. But her parents, we knew them, all too well.
"Oh, I'm sure my mom would have known the Chief, Seth. She knew people from the town and the reservation." Ness smiled at Seth then her face turned and she locked eyes with Embry for a heartbeat before her eyes meeting mine. Our eyes locked and just our gaze alone seemed to communicate volumes; Desire and attraction, reassurance and comfort. Then my soul was suddenly full, I felt her projections of an aching heart that was then filled with heat and warmth and love. Then my mind was filled with our previous conversation last night about her mother. And my very being felt like it was overflowing. It left no doubt her feelings on the matter of her Mother and me.
She might have been your friend, but I will be your soulmate Jacob. Your soulmate.
"Wow, what are the odds Jake," Seth exclaimed. "What are the chances of your im—" he cut himself off, glancing at the blond still on his lap, "what are the chances of you meeting a girl whose family is from the Pacific Northwest? It's fate Jake, fate."
"Oh you don't know the half of it Sethy, not even half," I chuckled, leaning in and landing a soft kiss on the crescent bite mark on Nessie neck as I stood to collect the empty plates. My lips lingered at her throat, "Soulmate," I whispered, nipping at the mark with my lips. I sensed the shiver of desire that ran over her skin. It matched mine as our eyes met.
I straightened, stepping over to the sink and she flowed with me, like a magnet being invisibly towed along. That gravitational pull of our bond once again hummed between us as I turned on the water to fill the sink. I had nothing but eyes for the beautiful angel smiling up at me as I held out my arms as she fell against my chest. That feeling of rightness coursed through me as our bodies touched. My entire being was at peace as my lips lowered to hers. I relished in the softness of her lips and the way her body pressed into me. Her sweet breath was intoxicating in its exquisiteness. The spray of the water as it jetted into the sink reminded me of our shower only an hour earlier. My body started to heat and harden at the memory. My hands wrapped around her ass and pulled her softness into my hard, pulsing cock. I wanted her again.
"I pretty sure you two did a lot more than talk," the roommate giggled, breaking our soapy love bubble. Amber stood from Seth's lap and turned to face both men, "that was very stimulating to watch," she said, clearly not oblivious to the mind play going on between Renesmee and me. "I'm gunna take a shower. You two want help me?" she invited, turning her charm onto Emb and Seth.
I couldn't begrudge her blatant advances towards my bothers. I can't imagine anyone could witness the strong emotions coursing out of the two of us and not feel a tenth of the pull. The others in this room were witnessing the bonding of two souls that I could tell was going to last for all ages. It pulled at your heart and it rubbed at your core like the never ending gravity of the moon on the ocean waves, lapping at the sand and soaking it in the brine.
Even without the imprint pull messing with our heads, I'd say even a human nose would have sensed the pheromones and lust in the air. I know I could. And it was getting harder and harder to stay clothed and in the company of others by the minute.
But neither wolf took her bait. The pull to find out more about the Packs new imprint was greater than the lure of shower sex. The three of them would never fit in a shower anyway.
"You go Amy," Embry smiled.
"It's Amber," she bristled.
"Oh god, sorry, Amber. You go take that shower. We're gunna help Jake do the dishes," he said to the girl with Seth nodding in agreement.
"All right then," she sang good naturedly. "You don't know what you're missing out on." Then she turned on her heels and disappeared, tank top and boy shorts and all, up the hall.
With the human now out of ear-shot, Seth pounced. "So he really told you everything?"
"Ah ha," Ness answered, turning her chest, her hips still pressed to mine.
"And you're okay with it?"
"Of course," she chuckled as she pulled her hair over her shoulder subsequently exposing the fresh mark on her throat. I bent down, nuzzling the two curved lines, claiming it as mine and letting her know how much I loved her acceptance of me and my pack.
Seth's eyes widened. "Is that why she smells so good?" he asked me. I simply shrugged, smelling the delicious scent wafting from her hair, she'd smelled freaking awesome to me since the moment I walked in to that frat house.
"Do you have any idea how good you smell to us?" he asked her.
She laughed at that, "I think have an inkling. You three haven't stopped scenting the air since we got here. Does the alpha pair really smell that good?"
I know you do, she said privately to me only.
"I don't know if that's why, but it is really freakn' good," Embry answered. "But more so, we're just happy he's found you. He's had shitty time with girls, but you… well, this is something we've all been waiting for" he gave her a single look over, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And I think he's pretty much hit the jackpot with you."
My chest started to involuntarily rumble at the thought of another male appreciating anything about my Ness. The edges of the sink creaked in complaint as my fingers bit into the stainless steel. But Embry simply chuckled, his laugh only getting louder with my growl.
"Shh Jake," she said gently, her hand pressed flat upon my chest. Don't be so protective. No one else will ever know me Jacob. Only you. Only ever you.
She lifted up on to her toes and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. Slowly, like melted caramel my hostility dissolved away. Our lips began to dance. Deeper and deeper she pushed the kiss, until my hands left the wet water on the sink and I pulled her face closer. My tongue danced around the edges of her lips before they parted and I sought entrance to her mouth. Her tongue flicked with mine and my breath left my chest in burst of heated desire. Her hips pressed into my raging erection, pressing in time to each our synchronized heart beats. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders her nails digging through the cotton of my shirt. One of my hands left her cheek, slowly grazing down her chest to a breast. I wanted to take her right now, on the kitchen counter.
Do it, she urged. Take me here Jake. Make me yours. Claim me.
With the speed that the thought hit, I hit it back out. My consciousness was suddenly aware of our audience and their stupid smirking sniggers. Fuckers were getting off on our newly found obsession with one another. The mating instinct was so fucking strong, for both of us.
I was panting as I pulled away, leaning my forehead to hers as we caught breath. "Later," I said in a fast out breath. I turned to face the sink and flicked off the faucet with a silencing swipe.
With a resigned sigh and blissful hum, Ness leaned her hip against mine. Instantly my mind was back to the yielding lines of her curved body. I could feel the softness of her thigh pressing against me. My arm wrapped around her, my hand brushing the underside of her breast as I pulled her close. I leaned my face into her lovely mass of curls; curls that hung around us both as she rode me from above last night. Oh man she's beautiful and smart, and kind, and witty and just perfect… and fucking sexy too.
I took one last gulp of the heady combined sent of our sex and of our arousal, reminding my dick that it would have to behave for twenty more minutes. I turned my focus again back towards the sink, my hands searching in the frothy water for the sponge when suddenly there was a loud crash from the front door. The next thing I knew I was up against the fridge, with ice-cold, bleach reeking hands gripping tightly around my throat.
The boys started growling, their forms shivering as they struggled to not phase in the little apartment kitchen.
Ness screamed with the sudden intrusion that ripped me from her side, "Daddy don't!" she shouted.
I brought a hand up and gripped the arm holding me by the throat. My eyes searched over the face I'd not seen for many years. Still smooth and pale, unchanged and shooting hatred at me at that very minute. I held a steady stare in to the light golden eyes of a creature I'd once loathed more than anything else on this planet.
The cold pale eyes of Edward Cullen.
My Imprints father. A creature I could no longer hate. A creature I was most likely going to spend an eternity in the midst of.
The leach was growling at me, his hissing rumble getting steadily louder until it formed into words, "You will never touch my daughter again. Do you hear me Black?"
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