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Chapter Two

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"So, how did you end kidnapping me from my house without warning this fine, dreary afternoon?" I inquired whilst washing my hand in the long disused kitchen in Charlie's recently disused house.

When he'd heard Jacob complaining about lack of privacy in his house, Charlie had offered up his as a getaway, now that he was officially living with Sue Clearwater in her house on the rez.

Sure, he used it to get away from the stresses of daily life. But he wasn't alone like everyone thought.

"I was bored. You came to mind. I knew if I asked you'd say now was a bad time, so I didn't ask," he answered simply, making me smile from his unconcerned tone. "Besides, don't you feel better knowing someone out there was thinking of little old you?"

Annnd goodbye to my smile.

I shut off the water and quickly dried my hands on my pants legs then spun back around to face all six foot ten of Jacob.

"You're a real jerk sometimes, you know?" I informed him seriously.

He nodded then shrugged. "I know, but someone has to be, right?"

"Wrong," I instantly challenged.

"Oh, don't pout, honey. You're way too pretty to look so ugly," he cooed annoyingly.

I growled quietly under my breath. "That doesn't even make sense."

"Sure it does. You're just not thinking hard enough." He smiled condescendingly. "Don't worry about it. There's other shit for you to focus your attention on."

I dropped my gaze to the floor and gripped the edge of the counter top behind me firmly. "Stop it," I muttered angrily.

"Stop what?" he asked, innocent as a baby.

"Picking on me," I answered.

He took a big step forward then bent down to lift me up onto the edge of the counter. "Would I do that?" he asked and began stroking my hair languidly.

"Yes . . . yes you would," I said quietly in response.

A defeated sigh left him and both his hands dropped down to my ass. "Fine. We'll play it your way. For now. What do you want to do?" he asked and gave me a firm squeeze.

I let my eyes travel down his body. Looking at the machine always helped me pick what I wanted to do with it.

When I looked at his chest, I imagined my hands there while I sat on his face. His abs made me picture the way they'd tighten and ripple when I'd suck his cock or use my hands on him like he would on me. His hips . . . his hips.

"C'mon, leech, we haven't got all day," he sighed impatiently.

Finally, my eyes reached the protruding spot in his pants that sat just inches from my crotch where he was standing between my parted thighs.

It wasn't between my legs that I wanted him.

"I wanna blow you," I decided. Our eyes met for a fraction of a second, then Jake stepped back and I slid from the counter to the floor—landing in a crouch after one, fluid, snake-like motion.

"How can I say no?" He sighed as if it were an inconvenience.

I rolled my eyes and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to the backs of his knees. His hardening cock bounced now it was freed and I took it in my hands quickly, feeling the warmth on my palm and the throb of the blood coursing through it.

Jake hissed from the coldness of my skin, but didn't pull away. I slid a little of his foreskin back and forth over the head a few times until a pearly bead of pre-cum oozed out of the slit and then lapped my tongue over it gently until I tasted his deliciously salty flavor.

He sucked in another breath at the even colder temperature of my tongue. I couldn't resist tasting him before I got to work. The blood in his veins gave him a fantastic flavor that vampire guys didn't have. It tasted almost like human blood, hot and salty, but still just a little different because of the wolf gene interfering with his D.N.A.

Once I was done reveling in the flavor of him, I leaned forward again and enveloped his now completely hard dick with my mouth.

"Fuck. Swallow a little so I can get into your throat," he instructed.

I dropped my tongue and pushed him in further, tensing a little when he hit the back of my throat and started curving.

"Uh, God," he whispered, sounding instantly dazed. I worked my tongue along the sensitive nerves under his pulsing cock.

As I pulled back I increased the suction, getting a huge groan from Jake that just got louder the closer I got to the end. I looked up to him then with just the head between my lips and saw him staring back down at me with distant eyes and his mouth slightly open.

His fingers combed through my hair and then pressed me forward, wordlessly asking me to draw him back in.

I sucked my way down smoothly and started a relaxed rhythm, keeping my cheeks drawn in to massage him from all sides. His fingers tightened each time I got back to the head and would loosen again when my lips reached the base with my nose in the short mess of pubic hair.

It only took two or three minutes of this before his heart was totally pounding in his chest and the resulting pulse was burning in my mouth. He wasn't far from climaxing.

"Fu . . . Alice, stop or I'm gonna . . ." Jake started trying to push me away, but I sucked him in harder and grabbed his thighs—determined to make him finish for once.

Despite his efforts, his hips were moving of their own volition and with a deep moan I felt hot semen running down my throat.

My mouth instantly started to fill with venom at the salty flavor and I had to suck most of it off as I pulled away from him once the orgasm had stopped.

His fingers loosened in my hair again and he reached down to pull me up to my feet by my shoulders. "You shouldn't do that," he murmured. "That's not why we're here."

I rolled my eyes at him. "I thought you said it was my choice today."

"I let you do it, didn't I?" He gazed down at me and cocked his head to one side a little.

"And it was such an imposition." I laughed quietly. "Pull up your pants. I'm going to have a shower."

As I walked away I felt a stronger confidence than usual in myself. I could make him come like he could make me. I was becoming like him.

Maybe his methods did have some merit.