Last time...
Mom rushed towards us at the first sign of his acquiescence. She threw her arms around both of us simultaneously and I felt Jacob stiffen somewhat. He patted her awkwardly on the back as she sobbed against his shoulder. "Don't cry Bells, you got everything you wanted, right?"
"Not everything," she sniffled.
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Chapter 8
I felt both Ness and I stiffen at Bella's words. What was she implying? That she still held feelings for me? I sincerely hope not. Because I'm Nessie's. And she's mine.
Seth obviously had similar qualms. "Bella that's enough," he snapped, spitting one last glob of congealed blood from his now fully healed mouth.
Bella's head lifted up and she pulled back from both Ness and I.
"That's really not fair to anyone," Seth continued. "Not to Jake, not to Ness, and not to Edward." He pointed to each of us as he spoke. "You don't get to hedge your bets anymore. And especially not at your own daughter's expense."
"What?" Bella asked stepping away from her daughter and me.
I felt the tensions climb between us all. The wolves rising in a slightly more aggressive stance and Bella and the Ed putting their foot on the defensive back—but for different reasons.
I could see Edward's eye twitch to mine as I noted how he was standing off to the side and that Bella had managed to get herself circled-in between me and the other two pissed-off wolves.
The strategist wolf noted how easy it would have been to take the vamp down the way she was divided from her mate. But the wolf wasn't in charge. I pulled tight on the proverbial choker chain and reined in the primal beast. The female cold one wasn't the enemy, she might smell like it, but she wasn't like the other leeches. She's our mate's mother and that made her pack. Both the leeches were now.
Seth stepped closed to my old friend, his body tremoring in his indignation. "He's imprinted on your daughter, Bella. When do you let him go?"
My wolves were loyal. Even after I'd beaten him in the face, over and over, for basically no reason, he still had my back. I had the best family in the world.
He stood over the bloodsucker, not realizing the awesome strategic position he'd placed us in. He was angry, but Seth wasn't an aggressive wolf, and it would never have even occurred to him to talk advantage. Not that I wanted him to.
And Bella wasn't a fighter, she seemed to have no clue how vulnerable she was right now either. But Ed did. He'd seen it potentially unfolding in my mind as he stood by powerless to prevent it. Lucky for him I had control of my wolf, and that I was irrevocably in love with, and bound to his daughter.
We locked eyes for a moment as he acknowledged my inner thoughts. Nodding in a silent thanks.
He recognized our truce and compromise as the family we now were.
Still completely unaware of just how close to feasibly losing her head she could have been Bells, flustered at Seth, confused at his accusation. "What?" she clipped, her head turning to me and then back to Seth's. "No! Not Jake," the aversion rolled off her, a grimace spoilt her marble like face. I wanted to be insulted by her apparent repulsion, instead I was just relieved, and so was Ness judging by the way her shoulders softened as she leaned a little heavier into me.
"My dad," Bells explained, her eyes turning to her husband as she swallowed nervously, her hands twisting together. "It's my biggest regret over all of this. Charlie never knew what really happened. I did nothing but lie and deceive him, and then I left him. Alone. Without a trace. With nothing but a poor excuse for my death."
She was wrong, the chief did know; and it damn near killed him when he found out. Embry and I both looked at each other as Seth turned to see my reaction to her confession over his shoulder.
I lifted my hand, gesturing to him, "Go ahead." There wasn't any reason for us not to tell her. Apart from just being an asshole.
"What?" Ness asked, looking up into my eyes, her palm pressed firmly against my naked chest.
I squeezed the top of her arm, not responding verbally, instead I just looked gratingly my brother, "Seth," I offered again.
I'd been involved I the actual telling/ showing of the tribe's story to Charlie. But it was Seth's story. Charlie was his stepdad now. And he'd had to see the mess, day in and day out, that followed once the lost man had been made aware of the truth.
He nodded, and turned back to Bella. "Charlie does now. He's known for years, Bella."
"What? No. He can't. The Volturi."
"He's a member of the tribe, he had a right to know."
"What?" she said, her voice was ringing over the trees. "The tribe? Why?"
"He married my mom a few years back."
"He married Sue? What?"
"Would you stop saying 'what' and just listen?"
"Sorry," she cried, "it's just… he... he knows that I'm not really dead?"
"Depends on your definition of dead," Embry mumbled, all the supernatural ears hearing like he'd yelled it.
I growled a little at Emb, "dude, not helpful."
"Sorry but…" he shrugged, catching my aggravated scowl and let any further insults be left unsaid.
Bella turned to me, betrayal written across her features. "You told him? You put him at risk?"
The alpha bristled, I didn't have to answer to her. Friend or not. She was a cold one now. She'd lost any right to an opinion the moment her heart stopped beating. But for Nessie's sake I explained. "I didn't tell him. My dad did. And only after he started to ask questions."
I shifted a little, draping my arm over Ness's shoulder, "He's a smart man Bella, and a damn good cop. There was no way he wasn't gunna notice a dozen gigantic, half naked fellas running out of the forest at god knows what time of the morning and night. He'd seen me coming in at Dad's place enough times, and then caught both Leah and Seth coming home one night that he was staying over at Sue's place and well…" I shrugged, smirking at the memory, "Sue asked my dad and me over for breakfast that next morning and… he got the real tribe histories, with Seth and I stripping down and phasing as evidence."
"And… what…. H…how did he take it? When you told him about me, that is?"
"Once he got over the initial shock of our hairy asses, he pretty much re-grieved for you all over again Bella," I stated. "I'm not gunna sugar coat the fucked up mess Charlie went through when he found out the truth. And I mean the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. That lying and half-truths thing is Edward's MO, not my packs."
Nessie's warm finger's reached up to the hand hanging over her shoulder, they wrapped around my wrist as her thumb made small circles on my skin. "So," she asked, her hand giving my arm a gently squeeze, "Can I meet him?" She had such an innocent hopefulness in her voice. "And can he know who I really am?"
I looked down at her, the anticipation and relief was pulsing between us, and in her eyes too.
Bella pressed her hands to her lips as Edward had appeared beside her, holding her up. She'd just realized the implications of a) her father knowing she wasn't really dead in a plane crash over the Serra da Mantiqueira in Brazil and b) her daughter now being imbedded within the pack and the Quileute people.
"Do you think he'd see me?" she asked.
A silent sob caught in her throat as I nodded silently to both mother and daughter.
Bella looked up at her husband, "My dad, Edward. I can see my dad."
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My grandfather, Charlie Swan, was merely a hazy, abstract image in my mind's eye. Mother had spoken of him on occasion, but not often. It had been made apparent though, just how painful talking about her father must have been. And just how much he missed him.
The list of pros versus cons, in regard to visiting and possibly—probably—living in La Push was growing larger by the minute. As loving and nurturing as my vampiric grandparents were, they weren't blood, so to speak. My mother's biological father on the on the other hand, was.
I'd been told once by my aunt Alice that Charlie was where my mother had originally got her deep brown eye color from, and in turn, were I had too.
I wondered what other genetic traits I had inherited from him.
How would he receive me?
How would his new wife, and the tribe?
I felt a sudden glow of surprised happiness as I appreciated that— aside from my new relationship with Jacob— I was already an ancillary member of his tribe. By marriage that is. My grandfather was married to one of the wolves' mother's.
"So Seth," I smiled, "does that mean you and mom are step siblings?"
"I suppose it does," he answered, shifting uncomfortably on his soles.
Jake laughed at his friend's discomfort. "And I think you'd better start calling him Uncle too, Ness."
Father had laughed aloud and heartedly, I'd guessed, at someone's thoughts, "No, Seth. I don't think Leah will take it all that well. Even if she has retired the wolf."
"I'll let mom tell her then."
"Good idea."
"My mom is really going to like you though Ness," Seth said, turning towards us.
I smiled and blushed a little at the thought of my step-grandmother's approval. It was a convoluted and baroque family I was about to be thrust into. But I was looking forward to the challenges and rewards it would hold.
Then my father's eyes shifted to Jacob's and they had then become locked in some kind of silent conversation.
"You're confident about Renesmee's welcome, but what about Bella and me? What about my extended family?" father asked, his eyes narrowing. "I refuse to be excluded from Renesmee's life. How will we be received by the pack if we move back to the house in Forks?"
"The pack will abide by any new treaty I put in place. Some might not like it, but they'll obey. The tribe though," he sighed. "I have some influence but I don't control them, Edward." The leader and diplomat in my mate shone though. "There's still a lot of animosity towards the Cullen's. I won't lie to you. I doubt the council is going to allow you to come on Reservation lands, except in emergencies."
"But Forks is okay for them to live?" I asked him. From what I remembered, it was less than a thirty minute drive from the reservation to the heart of Forks, Washington. A life with Jacob, and my family close by was more than I could have hoped for.
He nodded, "the house is still there. If they want to move back, I won't stop them."
He twisted, spinning so that I was facing him and he looked deeply into my eyes, his brow softening as our bond pulsed in support. His heat and rigidity pressed against the soft curves of my abdomen. He pulled me closer and his hands fanned over the small of my back and the top of my bottom. He lent down, kissing me softly on the lips, and then twice more on either eyelid. It was gentle and romantic, and I swore I melted a little inside. "And if it's going to make you happy, Nessie, I'll help make it as easy for them as I can." His lips pulled back only a few millimeters as his sweet breath brushed over me. "I'll try and get the council of elders to agree to an even more lenient treaty.
"I'm sure you'll want it so that your mom can visit when you need her," he winked, his eye dilated. As he looked at me, I could see the yawning ancient depth to them. I'd only seen his eyes like that once or twice before. I was beginning to understand that those eyes were both the man's and the beast's. They were the same and one.
My head cocked to the side as I stared at him for a moment, searching his face as I tried to understand his seemingly offhand comment. But I could tell there was a cryptic meaning to them, our bond was humming far too happily for it to be unimportant. He was happy and expectant. At peace—at least for the moment—and excited as well.
He'd bit his bottom lip between his teeth in a smile and his brows raised, flicking up and down a few times as he waited for me to clue on.
And then I did.
Like a wave, the comprehension flowed through me, lifting and tumbling as it came hurtling on the shore with a crash. It ignited an inner spark in my chest.
My mate and I were on the same wavelength. A lust filed one.
"Yeah, that would be nice," I grinned, my hands winding up and linking behind his neck, my forearms leaning lightly on his shoulders.
His stomach and groin pressed hard into mine.
Jake had guessed that I would want my mother around when we had young children to tend to. He was correct.
I smiled softly at his enthusiasm and passion, a tingle ran up my spine as his fingers tickled up and then down my vertebra before he reached my ass and pulled me to him. The hard pulse of his arousal pressed against my clitoris and my knees jerked in protest and surrender. The mating instinct was never far from the wolves mind.
And now that I'd been reminded, it wasn't very far from my mind either.
In fact, it had instantaneously become a compulsion.
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Suddenly and all at once I'd become obsessed with him, and his body. I'd become obsessed with getting it all as close to me as possible. Minus the clothes and minus the prophylactics.
I felt a biological urge to mate.
We pressed our bodies tightly together and I could feel both of us grow in our arousal. We'd completely disregarded the audience surrounding us. I felt my own need mature, a tingling sensation flowing through my veins, leading down to the puling throb between my legs. It was extreme and perfect and compulsive.
Even though we'd only been speaking hypothetically of the puppies we might have, I suddenly found myself overcome with the desire to reproduce. Or at the very least rehearse the maneuver.
That wasn't strictly true. I wasn't just willing to fall pregnant or simply rehearse it.
I wanted it.
I desired it.
It was a hot blooded need.
I shifted my hips, rolling them over his growing need. I wanted him. I needed him.
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Without warning, I'd had enough of talk and compromise. I wanted my mate.
Now.
Immediately.
I didn't care who might witness it. My logical mind had been left somewhere between the discussion of my grandfather and the clauses in a vampire werewolf treaty. I didn't care anymore.
I just wanted Jake.
Undressed.
And then inside me.
Around me.
Filling me.
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My mouth dried as my breath heaved in and out. I sucked hard kisses over his throat, down the line of his hot, pulsing Jugular vein. My hands explored over his muscles, fingers running between each defined valley and rise. His skin was smooth and warm and my fingers tingled as I'd allowed myself to get lost in his scent and heat.
I was losing my physical control, getting swept up in the heat and hedonism of my instincts. But my mate seemed immune for the moment. Jake's hands were gently exploring over my hips and the small of my back, but he hadn't lost control. I was sure he was close to surrendering to the animal, but he hadn't allowed himself to get quite as carried away as I had. With a cheeky and knowing glint to his eyes, he pulled his hips back from mine and his hand softly cupped my jaw, stilling my relentless kisses.
His thumb traced around my lower lip as his eyes flicked between mine, "you're really going to come home with me?" A life time of patience and promise in his reverential eyes.
I nodded, puffing and slightly incoherent. "The sooner the better," I whispered trying to re-center my thoughts. They were a jumble of lust and heat and need.
He pressed his forehead to mine, the rough scratch of his stubble rubbed against my cheek in a very lupine way. He breathed in deeply, savoring my scent. "I waited so long for you, Woman. And the spirits haven't let me down. You're so perfect. God... everything about you," he rumbled, his hands settling on my hips as his thumbs traced along the underside of my breasts.
I understood. We were made for the other, physically, emotionally and spiritually. But especially physically.
This man holding me was the epitome of all that was man. My Jake. My mate. My Imprint. I wanted him… on me… in me…now.
"Soon Renesmee," my father grumbled.
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His voice snapped me from my lust filled obsessions.
Much to my humiliation, I realized that he heard my mind. And by the sniggering of the wolves, they'd all smelt and witnessed my unbridled arousal too.
My mother was looking at me with a mixture of good humored shock and uneasiness. I'd been quite sure that if she had still been human she'd have a scarlet blush adorning her pallid face.
As the realization of just how licentious I'd just behaved over the last few minutes, the complete mortification arrived. "Oh god," I mumbled, leaning my face into Jacob's chest. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
There was silence apart from Jacob's quiet crooning of mollification as his hand ran through my hair. His hands were warm and strong and –even in my state of shame—I wanted his callused palms all over my naked skin.
My mind began to wonder once more. Fantasies of his hands and his lips and his hard throbbing manhood began swirling around my mind and pulsing though me.
And then, completely pulling me from my unfulfilled daydream, Embry decided to answer my rhetorical question.
"You're the alpha's mate, Ness," he said, as if that answered everything. "The Alpha is a lot of things for the pack. He's a leader, he's a coach, and he's our voice. But he's also the breeder."
I gave him a look of indignity as my eyes had flicked to my parents and then back to him.
Emrby put his hand out in a placating gesture. "I know, I know. It's totally weird and not at all the conversation I'd expect you to have in front of you parents. But you guys are meant to make babies," he said, stepping closer to me and placing a paternal slap on both our shoulders.
"Why do you think you've been thinking about cubs so soon? It's not cause you're immature or anything. It's 'cause your instincts have taken over," Seth added.
My dad nodded, "I absolutely loath to admit it, but I think the wolves are right. Sorry sweet heart, but I've been listening to your mind. You're truly not thinking like the Ren I know. You're instinctual, inconsistent and quite frankly, obsessed with carnal thoughts."
I moaned again, the heat of a flush raining over the cheeks that I pressed into my lover's shoulder. I was truly mortified; I didn't want Jake to think I was some kind of sex crazed lunatic.
Dad smiled, "he's almost as bad as you sweetie. Jake's just used to maintaining his self-control, that's all," he added, obviously trying very hard not to hear both mine and Jacobs's thoughts.
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"I think your dad really fucked things up when he drove you away from him," Embry butted in again continuing as if he'd never stopped to take breath. "You guys need physical touch. All of us wolves do. But I've been thinking about it, none of the imprinted wolves separated when they first imprinted. Not for weeks and weeks. The ones who were a couple made a nest together for days and days.
"Yeah," Seth added, "Even Quil and little Claire played and played from sun up to sun down, dress-ups and tea parties. He carried that kid around everywhere. Now a days they're just about painting nails and loom bands."
Embry nodded at his pack mate, turning and pointing two fingers at Jake and me. "But you two, you've got it ramped up another level again. You're meeting in your prime. You're unbreakable, Ness. And you're both far closer to the inner animal than the average human."
He paused for a moment, thinking to himself. Then he'd started to nod in approval of his own point of view. My father, having heard what Embry was thinking started the in breath of a warning hiss which was cut off by the wolf's awkward opinion. "Yep," Embry said to himself, "I think, Ness, that you've gone into heat… or something like that."
"Watch your mouth, Embry," Jake growled.
"I'm not joking about it, Jake. Think about it."
No, I didn't want him or me or anyone to think about it.
Yes, I was a scientist at heart. And yes, I'd spent the better half of my short life dissecting human social interaction in order to gain a better understanding of it. Hell, just going to the frat party was initially nothing more than another step in my life long hypothesis. But I no longer wanted to be the subject. I didn't want to be emotionally dissected and observed. The best decision of my life was to go to that fraternity party. To go sit outside behind the stoners. To meet the eyes of my wolf and let him sweep me away in a whirlwind of desire and carnal heat. His heat and his body were all I could think about.
The scientist inside was quieted and she'd taken a very far back row to the imprint and woman inside. Maybe Embry was right and this overwhelming instinctual desire was a form of rutting period, I didn't know. I was sure I'd want to study my chemistry and behaviors at a later date. But it wasn't now. It really, really wasn't now. Right now, I just wanted to feel this desire and humming sexual energy I had flowing through my veins.
Now, all that I wanted was to be at one with my mate. To be with Jacob. To simply be left alone so we could be together. And when I say together, I mean grunting, writhing, hopefully impregnating sex… and lots of it.
"Can we not discuss this anymore?" I said, cutting them all from their discussion about my potential estrus. It was humiliating enough. I no longer cared. And this wasn't the place for a symposium in veterinary science.
"Good idea," Jake agreed, effectively ending the topic.
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We were all quiet for a moment, no one willing to suggest the next move as we all started to realign our directions to down the hill, slightly closer to the interstate and our parked cars.
Our entire little mismatched group barely moved. In forty-six seconds there had only been a slight shuffle back and forth with no one talking either. Embry had cleared his throat, and mom had sighed, it was an unnecessary movement of air, but she had sighed all the same.
It occurred to me that possibly I was the one who was being waited on to speak. But what was I to say? Hey everyone. Well, this catch-up's been great but Jake and I might just go. Apparently I'm in heat or something, and well, my mate is a virile, toned, alpha god, and I'd really like to go have some more unprotected shower sex with him?
I didn't think so.
My head jerked to the side as I computed what I'd just thought to myself—and probably dad. Oh god, we'd already had unprotected shower sex. I waited for the inevitable panic and worry to surge through me. But it never came. Instead I was washed with a serine feeling of rightness. It was no wonder everyone had been commenting on my scent at breakfast. Jake hadn't been merely on my skin, but his very essence was inside me too. The sentiment had made me ecstatic.
Maybe I was already pregnant.
I hoped so.
None the less, I wanted more.
Now.
I pressed my hand to Jake's chest. Take me away now Jacob. Please. I need you inside me. Ravish me.
He sucked in a quick breath of air and I felt his entirety quiver before a low, hot, out breath of air escaped his teeth in a grunt as he nodded once.
"Ness and I are gunna take Seth's truck," he said to everyone, his bass voice clipping with authority as he broke the gauche standoff. Then he turned to look at his two wolf brothers, "you two are gunna have to walk back to the apartment. "
"I don't want to walk back Jake," Seth moaned, his bare foot kicking at a low lying plant nearby. "Fuck, it's too open around here, we can't even run as wolves. It'll take us hours."
"Well, go in the Volvo, I'm sure Edward won't mind." Jake's tone seemed to dare dad to object.
"That's fine," he nodded, "there's more than enough room." Father was being awfully accommodating all of sudden. And then I'd realized he'd heard me. My humiliation increased another echelon sill.
Both of Embry's arms raised up, his palms lifting as a single finger on each hand jabbed at the air. "There is no way on god's earth I'm putting up with leech smell all the way back to the city."
Jake shot Embry a look of authority, "You can roll the window down." He'd left no room for discussion. Then he took me by the hand, his safe and sure fingers linked between mine and we started a fast trot back down the hillside. There was an electrical current flowing between our palms. I felt his edginess and it only made mine harder to rein in still.
We were less than half way down the hillside when Jake began to breathe heavily, a thin sheen of sweat beaded over my mates forehead as he tremored around the hand he was gripping tightly. He looked like the wolf was ready to burst free from his skin at any moment.
His desire had seemed even more of a barely repressed compulsion.
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I hadn't had the strength to fully hold back the wolf. Once that luscious sent of Ness had changed, morphing into the fruity, ripe scent of her readiness he'd insisted on taking charge. He'd cut off the bullshit talk. He'd given his troops their orders. He was half a mile closer to a place where he could be with his mate in the flesh.
Her sudden and complete inhibition had surrounded me. The man had managed to pull her back, but he'd not held control for long. The wolf had risen to run the show.
It had been taking all the strength of the man inside for me to not just rip her clothes from her body, press her hands and knees to the earth beneath and mount her right there on the road side hill. Wolf, vampire, or parent spectators be dammed.
The wolf would never have deny his imprint anything. Not only had I not wanted to, but I'd been physically incapable of doing so. She had literally asked to be ravished. She was going to get what she'd wanted. The man inside only demanding that we find somewhere more private that the side of The 5.
As we walked, hand in hand, I turned. Our eyes meet and our bond pulsed. Her hair bounced and so did her tits as she walked. I let out a soft purr of approval as I watched her keep pace with me, her long legs in those skinny jeans a good match for my height as we walked. I imagined them naked and looking even better wrapped around my waist. Her pupils had dilated at my rumble, and a fresh plume of her arousal had peaked at my heightened senses. Much better around my waist as I slammed her balls deep, over and over.
The throb in in my dick almost brought me to my knees. But I fought the urge to have her then and there. At the very least I needed to hold her though. And then get her to a better location. Somewhere where her legs could be wrapped naked around my waist.
With that thought in mind, I scooped her up, swinging her into my arms and I carried her. I increased to a loping trot, covering as much distance as I could without being too fast for the human that might see us in the open forest. Seth was right, it really was open, thinning even more as we approached the road.
And Embry was probably right, too. If my sudden and barely controlled need to take Ness, and the spectacularly, fucking amazing, musky, sweet, sexy scent wafting off her was anything to go by, she was in heat… or something like that. I wanted her so bad.
The wolves came to march as century for me. Their protective instincts for the Alpha and his mate had risen the moment they'd realized how desperate we both were to be alone. And with that realization the whining had stopped too.
Once we arrived at the road side, Seth held out the key to his truck wordlessly as I placed Ness gently on the passenger seat.
I wasn't sure where we were headed, only that it had to be private, secure and probably sound proof. Holding my tremoring muscles at bay, I closed the passenger door gently. Pausing by the window, I realized that I would I need money to get a hotel room.
I breathed out a frustrated breath of exasperation. My wallet was back at Seth's apartment; somewhere between a fresh change of clothes and a half empty box of condoms. Why was this shit always so hard? I didn't want to have to drive all the way back to the Palisades. I needed to find us a nearby hotel, now. Or we'd both succumb to the animals inside and regret the public display that would inevitably follow.
I felt like a man hanging by a ledge, my fingertips holding on with the last inch of my grip. I was terrified I'd fall into the abyss. Because if I did, then I'd directly fall into Ness, over and over, in and out; blind to who was watching and where we were.
"Seth, Embry," I barked. I could hear the strain in my voice, the sweat was beading down my face and wiped it absently with the back of my shaking hand. "Give me all the money you have," I said as I grabbed Seth's keys from his offered hand. The sharp clink of the metal had been muffled and silenced by my palm.
I was being an ass. A rude, autocratic ass. I knew it. But I didn't have the patience for the niceties of humanity. The wolf demanded nothing but total loyalty and subservience from his pack. On any other day, with any other set of circumstances, the man would have asked more nicely. My friends knew that too. They knew how desperate we both were now. They knew we were only hanging on by a thread of self-control.
"I only got my emergency twenty," Seth said, fishing the tightly folded note from the inside of his sock and handing it over.
Embry on the other hand is one of the more fiscal wolves in my pack, he was steady and organized. And he still had his wallet on him. He pulled out two cards, handing them over. "Most hotels won't give you a room with just cash. Not the ones you'd want to take your mate to anyway," he'd added. A little blush formed on his cheeks, his eyes skimming to Both Edward and Bella who had stood off, just out of immediate sight.
Embry was conscious of speaking about Ness being my mate in front of her parents. My wolf couldn't give two flying fucks what they thought.
Ness was mine. And I was hers.
He was taking his mate.
Soon.
So, very, very, soon.
Taking the cards with a mumble of distracted thanks, I shifted, turning closer to the truck. My gaze had moved over to the shining metal of the truck, over the hood, and through the windscreen to her face. She was still sitting in the passenger seat, her belt now clipped across her chest, her mass of ringlets thrown over one shoulder.
Our eyes met and I felt our bond pulse. It throbbed though my chest.
The love.
The commitment.
The desire.
The hot blooded need.
Her lips parted, turning upwards slightly as she nodded. It was only been a small movement but I'd seen it. It was a silent gesture of invite.
I felt my eyebrows rise, a leer had formed on my lips as Ness and I communicated through the glass of the windshield. I could feel her desperation through our bond. She was dying to leave. She was impatient to be with me.
I felt exactly same. The one track mind of the wolf had finally converged with the Alpha and the man.
I turned the ignition, pumping the gas twice before pushing the shifter into reverse and backing out on to the interstate.
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The air was thick with our desire as we sped down the interstate. Our heart rates remained accelerated and Jake's breath was steady and deep. It had been like each breath was a conscious way for him to stay in control. I figured that that was precisely what he was doing; staying in control long enough to find us the privacy we so desperately needed. The least I could do was reciprocate the strength of will.
We traveled north bound for a little over five minutes, my hands gripping hard to the edge of the vinyl seat beneath my hands. Jacob turned off at the first hotel sign, which was a Best Western with a ranch style finish. It was dated and lackluster, but I couldn't have cared less. So long as it had a bed available, it was the perfect place.
He pulled into a parking space and hand-in-hand we walked at an excruciatingly human speed to the front desk.
"Do you have any rooms for tonight?" Jake asked, the forced politeness in his tone would have been amusing if I'd not been so fraught myself.
There was an older man behind the counter, his hair was thinning and combed over his scalp with an oily looking lacquer. He looked Jacob up and down over his half rimmed spectacles, taking in my mate's herculean size and his lack of shirt, as he typed on his computer. After what seemed to be interminable minutes, the man with the glasses looked up from his screen. "Would you like a room or a suite?"
I could sense Jacobs's frustrations, I was feeling it too. "It doesn't matter," he clipped, "whatever's easiest."
"The suite has a king size bed," the balding man offered, his brow raising in a slight innuendo.
"Yeah, good, we'll take the suite then," I said, stepping closer to the counter, my arms resting on the marble as I'd offered the man one of my humanly mesmerizing smiles in a hope to get the process sped up somewhat. My strength of will was waning.
The man's two un-manicured fingers slowly hunted and pecked their way across the key board and after an excruciating set of never ending minutes, we were finally checked in as Mr. and Mrs. Embry Call. The photo identification on the card was close enough for the man behind the counter.
With basic directions and two generic hotel keys, together we walked, hand in hand, up the wide carpeted corridor towards the elevator. I'd fallen in step slightly behind Jake, letting the Alpha take the lead. I let my gaze shift to his back, watching as his warm tanned shoulders bunched and rolled as we walked. His muscles called to me.
I resisted the urge to reach out and touch the lines of his body. We'd already held off for so long, both of us teetering on the edge of our self-control. I was sure that if more than just our palms touched we'd lose all sense of that carefully shored up control. As a distraction, I clenched my fist by my side, pinching the side seam of my jeans. I felt the denim shift and tear slightly under my fingers.
I could feel my own lungs heaving, my shoulders bobbing with each breath. My breath came out in shuddering pants. I felt like a coiled up spring waiting for the trigger of release.
Together we waited by the elevator, earning ourselves some sideways glances as we stood there. Jake still had no shirt on, or shoes, and neither of us had had any luggage. I could hear Jacob's heartbeat accelerate as the soft ping announced the elevators arrival and the doors quietly opened. We stepped inside the metal box in unison. With his fingers still laced through mine, he reached over and tapped the button and the doors slid closed.
We stood side by side in the relative silence and privacy of our little moving box. Hearts beating. Bodies yearning. I heard his deep intake of breath and looked over to see his eyes close as his features relax. He breathed deeply some more, his shoulders softened and his head leaned back against the silver mirror behinds us in a sensual tranquility. It was a mask for his pent up desire.
I could taste and sense his growing desire. It pulsed and quivered through our bond. As if sensing my study, his eyes opened and locked with mine. He turned to me, pulling me in closer against his front. He wiped his tongue over his lips and his throat squelched as he swallowed.
His fingers dropped from mine and he brought both large, hot hands up to hold my face. The slight compression pressed my cheeks and lips in to a pout. His eyes were crazed, focused and yet far way. The ancient wolf was struggling to break free.
His hands tremored as his lips parted and a deep rumbling growl rose from his broad chest. "Do you know how good you smell Nessie?" His voice had a desperate edge to it, it was rough and deep. "It's so concentrated in here, and in the car." He looked around briefly to the box we were standing in as it made its way to the third floor. "This little space is killing me."
I nodded, then gave control to his hands. My head tilted up as my chest melted somewhat into his. I understood. I'd felt the same. His control in the face of such desperation turned me on even more. "I love you," I whispered, forcing my emotions to rule over my instincts. I wanted him to take me here against the elevator wall.
My hands reached up, gripping light yet surely over his wrists that were holding me steadfast. I need you Jake.
I looked deeper into Jacobs's eyes. The darkness of his pupils dilated to almost the entirety of his iris. There was a wildness in his eyes. And again the ancient depth I now recognized as the wolf inside. It might have been wild, but it was now a familiar wildness all the same. This was my mate. In all his forms.
With a subtle rumble in his chest, his lips crushed against mine. The heat and pressure shifted me back. He trapped my body against the cool metal wall and my head smacked back against the mirror behind me, cracking the glass in a spider web pattern with a sharp splintering blow. Neither of us noticed until the next day.
Finally, the spring coil released.
Our strength of will had expired.
His palms traveled over the lines of my body. His large hands hoisted me up before he pressed me further against the wall and I wrapped my legs around his hips. He let out a rough, gluteal growl into my mouth as I did.
The elevator arrived at our level, another soft ding indicating our floor as the doors slipped open with a swoosh. Jacob stepped backwards, carrying me along the corridor, crashing into potted plants and knocking the artwork on the walls askew. His hands fanned over my ass and my legs held tight around his waist as our lips continued to kiss. We blindly found our way to our room.
Pressed against the entry door, his hips bucked into mine. My breath let out a wanton moan as I felt his heat and hardness press against me. Holding me with one hand he reached into his back pocket, fumbling with the room key as I continued to hold on for dear life. My hands combed through his hair, my nails scratching long, demanding lines down his back.
His lips pulled away from me. His attention momentarily distracted by the electronic key. I let myself slide down his front, my body waving over his bulges, molding and pleasing as I slid. He relaxed his tight hold on my hips as he let my feet touch the ground lightly. My free hands continued to trace over his back, rolling up and over his shoulders and back down his chest. Silently, we hovered over the lock, my focus divided between appreciating the self-restraint needed to concentrate long enough to insert the card and just how spectacular he looked with his muscle primed and ready to spring.
Our shared breath was panting, my lips brushed lightly over his deltoids as I leaned sideways into him, my breasts pressed either side of his thick, athletic arm. His hand tremored as he held the card steady. With the patience of a saint he slowly inserted the card before he removed it with the liberating double beep and a flash of green of the door unlocking.
There was a defined click as his strong hand pressed the handle down and the door swung open. In the dim light of the suite, I saw the sitting room and somewhere beyond that, the bedroom.
We were never destined to get that far.
With a feral snarl, I shoved him into the suite. The door was left swinging as I pressed my body against him. He stumbled back against the wall, his hands everywhere, his lips devouring mine.
My hands slid down his abdomen, my fingers undulated over his definition. I wanted more though, I needed to feel his hot phallus in my hands. My fingers reached for his fly, in my frenzy I struggled to slide the button, finally, too frustrated to care, I tore the denim in two.
His thick need sprung free, bobbing like a submarine breaking the water and settling on the surface. My hand wrapped around his smooth skin and, gripping firmly, I tugged back. I marveled at the heat and smoothness of his shaft. I marveled at the dichotomy of his rigid, brutal muscle surrounded by the velvety softness of his skin.
I needed him inside me immediately.
Jacob took my lead, tearing my shirt from the back, the straps of my bra snapped between his hungry fingers. He arched down, his searing mouth wrapped around a nipple before he sucked hard.
My body effervesced. A spiraling surge of bliss slowly vibrated through my chest and between my legs. With his lips still sucking and drawing at my breasts, his fingers curled over the waist of my jeans and tore down the long outer seam I'd already weakened minutes earlier. There was nothing but the sounds of tearing material and heated needy pants coming from our room. His hands curved around my bottom and I jumped up in to his arms again. The fragile lace of my panties was the last to go; like tissue paper between the pads of his fingers it tore away and finally… we were skin to skin. No barriers. Two becoming one.
My mate.
We wasted no time with any kind of lead-up. We'd already had the past hour of repressed desire to warm us up. His hand lifted me as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I tilted my hips as his straining penis entered me in in one long, clean thrust.
As we finally came together, we both let out a long drawn out sigh, All of our pent up frustrations relaxing and unwinding, only to feel the slow and steady buildup of our climax as he began to move within me.
I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, pulling my hips into his as he started to thrust in a rhythmic drive. Our faces pressed together; our temples, our cheeks, our jaws pushing hard and hot; his breath was sultry against my throat as we moved as one. Over and over he slid in and out.
With a single step, Jacob moved away from the wall. Standing in the middle of the king suite lounge he ravished me. His supernatural strength easily held me up as he pounded over and over. Again and again he slammed into my waiting heat.
It didn't take very long for us to both reach our peak. The coiled spring had been released and the kinetic energy transferred into the highest climax of my short life.
I could feel our bond throb, my entire body and soul had become consumed in the sensation.
Like a gun leaving its barrel, I exploded. A cascade of pure ecstasy coursed through me as I threw my head back, my mouth going wide as a trill scream of euphoria left my throat.
Jake was only a split second behind me. I felt his final thrust and heat consume me from the inside out as he emptied his hot, molten seed deep within me.
His mouth clamped down over my shoulder as he marked me again.
His teeth sliced though my skin, clamping down as the walls of my vagina clamped in response, causing a second soul altering orgasm to pulse though me again.
Spent and finally satisfied for the moment, we bumped and jounced together as he sunk down onto to his knees. With his penis still buried deep inside of me, we clung to one another, panting and overcome. Two souls had combined as one.
Mating at its finest.
.
.
It was a rare occasion that I thanked the spirits for giving me my wolf, but I was thanking them today. I sat back on my heels, Nessie's little body came with me and her arms draped over my shoulders as I basked in the sheer perfection of it all. A mere mortal would have died from that orgasm.
I'd kept the wolf at bay and stopped his from following through with his matting instincts for so long on our way to this hotel, that when I'd finally let him loose, he'd taken and claimed his mate with a savagery that rivaled a vampiric battle. Only it hadn't been violent. Instead it was erotic and hedonistic. We'd mated.
After a few seconds of rest, savoring the high, I stood with my dick still firmly inside her wet, hot heat as she wrapped around me. I moved a handful of steps into the bedroom of our suite and, keeping one hand on her ass to hold her pussy tight around me, I pulled the covers back. Shifting her hips, and letting her knees hit the bed, our bodies separated.
A small, incoherent whimper escaped her lips as we disconnected. I think she'd fallen into some kind of incoherent post-mating haze. I felt a little swell of pride as I looked down at her closed lavender lids. Then to her lips, swollen and red. They were slightly parted, relaxed and completely contented.
I'd done that to her.
I bent down, pressing my lips to hers, a warm flutter of belonging surged thought me. The wolf inside purred in satisfaction. He'd finally stopped pulling on his leash, fighting the man and Alpha for dominance. He was content. Our mate had willingly and enthusiastically taken our seed.
Whispering against her swollen lips, I said, "I love you Ness."
Too satisfied to speak, she mumbled a grunt of agreement in reply, a garbled "Iloveyoutoo," was slurred back at me.
She relaxed back from my chest, her body falling gracefully to the side as, like choreography performed by two well-rehearsed dancers, we slid into bed together, our limbs moving in sync, our skin touching and rubbing in every conceivable spot.
We lay together, spooning for ages. The concept of time and responsibilities completely obliterated from my mind.
She lay her head on my arm, pressing her ass into my slowly deflating full salute. With my free hand I ran my fingers over her skin, just enjoying the feel of her skin against mine, the rise and fall of her ribs as she breathed in rest. The back of my knuckles gently skimmed over her shoulder and round the side of her breast. My palms smoothed down into the dip of her waist and then raised up as her feminine hips swelled into her perfect ass and tapered down into to her legs.
My Ness fitted perfectly against my body, she was tall, close to six foot. Her long toned legs gave her enough height to sit comfortably against my six-seven. And they had looked spectacular wrapped naked around my waist. And not just her legs, but all of her. She really was a spectacularly beautiful woman. And she was all mine, Chosen by the spirits just for me.
Mine.
The light was filtering though the semi-translucent curtains, the hot Californian sun set a gilded shadow over the bed as it highlighted Ness's skin with a golden glow.
I rested my head behind her, closing my eyes as the steady beat of our synchronized hearts filled the room. Our breaths were regular and relaxed. Our bond thumped out its steady hum of imprint as my chest pressed in to her back.
I leant my face sideways a little, inhaling her intoxicating scent over the broken skin of the mark I'd left on her. The floral female musk of my mate spoke directly to the animal.
She was woman.
She was mine.
.
As I once again, breathed her in, I couldn't hold in the contented growl that thundered through my chest. It was deep and rumbly. It reverberated through my chest, into hers and around us both in a blanket of animalistic, yet loving vibration. Ness seemed to like it. She settled further against me, her head thrown back to give my lips better access to the side of her neck. She liked the wolf. She liked the growls. She liked me.
"Mine," I whispered, the heat of my breath tickling the shell of her ear.
Her long, slender arm reached behind, seeking me out. Her hand found mine and our fingers entangled together.
Yours, she said in my thoughts as she shuffled on the bed to turn to face me. The outline of her breast and nipples cut through the afternoon sun, like the sunset over a mountain peak, my eyes were drawn to the hardened summit. I followed the line of her chest, tracing my eyes up her chest and along her smooth throat before roving over her face and settling, sure and steadily in to her deep, soul filled eyes.
.
She turned more, until her body faced mine. Stretched out along me, she pressed her soft thighs against mine. She arched her back and her stomach molded against my six-pack. Her beasts squished and dragged over the rise of my pecs. Her head lifted, and her lips hovered over mine. Her lips tingled and teased as we shared breath and body and soul.
We were skin to skin; heart to heart; eye to eye; soul to soul.
Mates.
Lovers.
Imprints.
Ours.
Her arm moved up between us and she placed a warm loving hand above my heart. Her eyes were beautiful and open as they emblazed into my heart.
Make me yours again.
That's it boys and girls... Until I finish writing the epilogue.
But it's school break time for the next two weeks here in Australia, and we're going camping this week. So ya'll are gunna have to wait a week or two for the nice rounded finish to this ditty.
But it will come. You guys know I'm good for it. I never leave a story incomplete.
Thank you all so much for your lovely reviews. I haven't gotten back to a few people this week, it's been hectic and I chose to finish off this chapter instead. I think that's a way better deal ;-D
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