When Jacob had collected himself and made his way back to the tracks, both Bella and Edward were long gone. What had even just happened?
At first Edward seemed to be just teasing and mocking him, but then the atmosphere had changed completely. Edward had… he'd gotten aroused by Jacob's crude fantasy. Was it simply because of the vivid imagery in Jacob's mind? Or was it something more? Anyone would get flustered at the thought of being put in such a compromising position, right? But wouldn't Edward normally scowl at him and leave?
If Paul or Embry or, god forbid, Sam, had thought anything like that about Jacob through the mind link, Jacob was sure he wouldn't feel even slightly aroused, but thoroughly disgusted. Maybe Edward was being affected by this imprint in some way after all? Nothing made sense.
These were the questions racing though his mind as he headed home on his bike, so deep in thought that he almost veered off the road when he heard a voice shouting at him from the side of the road.
"Jake!" A female voice shouted, "Hey!"
He could briefly see Leah from the corner of his eye, causing him to stop abruptly.
"Jake, come hang out with us, man," she shouted, as she ran up to his bike, "you've been totally M.I.A. these last few weeks, and I don't care what Sam says, we can't just leave you alone forever!"
Jacob felt his stomach churn. He'd been trying hard to avoid his pack ever since the imprint happened, and he had been successful until now, because of Sam apparently.
"Hey, Jakey," Paul suddenly appeared behind them too. "Right on time to join us for a patrol around the res," he smirked and slapped Jacob's shoulder.
"I don't think so," Jacob said hesitantly, "I need some time to–"
"Time to what?" Paul snarled, "You're just going to ditch your duties and abandon your pack? For what? A girl?"
Sam had clearly tried to explain the situation to them, but neither Paul nor Leah could understand. Even if he'd really imprinted on Bella they wouldn't understand how he felt without going through it themselves.
"I'm not in the mood for a fight," Jacob muttered. He really wasn't, he felt deflated. He was so confused about what had just happened, and concerned about what Edward must be thinking and feeling. He simply didn't have time to think about unimportant pack issues yet.
"Who's fighting?" Paul asked in a snarky tone, seemingly ready to say something more, but Leah bumped his shoulder with her own.
"I know we haven't been the most receptive to listening to your thoughts about Bella up until now, but it's different now, okay? Just come back, we'll endure it until she comes around," Leah tried to sound kind, but her tone was laced with annoyance. Until she comes around? Would he come around? Fuck!
He couldn't even begin to imagine how embarrassing it would be if the whole pack could hear his deepest, most shameful thoughts. Thoughts about what he wanted to do to another man, a vampire. He might have gotten more used to the idea himself, but he was in no way ready to share his innermost… gay fantasies with a bunch of macho, straight werewolves.
The mind link didn't let you keep anything secret, so if a memory flashed across your mind everyone would know. And right now Jacob's whole mind was filled to the brim with Edward. Edward. Edward. His smell, his face, the look in his eye that said he'd wanted him, his firm, cold body… fuck.
"I can't yet," Jacob said, trying to sound stern, which seemed to annoy Paul even more.
"You can't? What the hell is there to hide? You'd think we'd already heard and seen all your fanta–"
"Shut the fuck up, Paul!" Jacob snapped, "Just leave me alone, okay? I said I need some time to… think!" Jacob felt his insides start to burn a little as his inner wolf clawed to get out. Before even waiting for an answer he quickly started his motorcycle back up and sped off.
The whole way back to his house he tried to calm himself with little luck. There was too much going on inside of him at the same time, and his body ached to release it. He felt hot, and his skin was tingling. It had been so long since he'd been in his wolf form that his body felt ready to force him. But he couldn't. Wouldn't.
He stumbled through the door, luckily finding the house empty as he made his way to his bedroom. With a loud thud he fell down onto his bed and buried his head in his pillow. He wanted to scream as the memories of the day repeated over and over in his mind. Images of Edward on his bike. He was too fucking sexy on that bike! And of Edward giving him glances. Of Edward agreeing to go with him when he asked. Edward with that playful look in his eyes as he jumped into the tree. Fucking Paul not being able to understand.
His insides were burning hotter and hotter, to the point where he could feel sweat dripping down his back. It was his anger that had set him off, but now he felt all the emotions at once. The wolf inside of him was clawing to come out, fighting against the chains he'd shackled it down with. Edward. Edward. Edward. All the instincts inside of him told him to find his mate and claim him. He'd been suppressing the urge for too long. He needed release.
Jacob was heaving on the bed, once again clutching a handful of mattress, right above where he'd already made a hole a few weeks ago. All his senses were screaming. He craved Edward's smell in his nostrils, the coolness of his skin against his own. Jacob thought back to how Edward's body had been pressed up against him, how his firm chest had been gracing his own. How would it feel to touch that chest? Edward's thigh had been robustly planted between Jacob's legs. There was no way Edward couldn't feel how hard Jacob's dick was against his thigh. Had it turned him on? Had he wanted to reach out and touch Jacob too?
He needed to be touched. Why wasn't Edward willing to touch him? His rock hard dick was pulsating against the mattress, as Jacob's animalistic instincts screamed for his mate. Last time he had gotten lost in these kinds of sexual fantasies he had felt much too ashamed to act on his urges, but this time he didn't care. If he didn't do anything now, he'd burst out of his skin. Literally.
Panting loudly Jacob flipped over and ripped open his own jeans. He didn't even hesitate before placing his palm around his throbbing member, stroking himself tenaciously. His dick was so sensitive it was almost painful, but the pleasure outweighed the pain.
He closed his eyes, and in his mind's eye he saw Edward staring at him with the same look in his eyes as he had earlier, a look of lust and longing. Edward had wanted him. He saw how Edward's eyes had narrowed as he'd felt his own body react to Jacob's fantasy. Edward's ragged, cool breath on Jacob's face also gave him away. He had definitely wanted it too.
With every movement of his hand Jacob got closer to his release. The wolf inside him was being held back by a mere string at this point, and he was growling louder and louder.
Images of Jacob's earlier fantasy flashed in his mind, of Edward being pinned down under him. His body naked and willing, Jacob licking the porcelain skin under Edward's belly button. He once again saw himself making his way down Edward's body, but this time he was working on pure instinct, chasing his own pleasure. He'd wanted Edward's cock in his mouth, craved hearing his moans and seeing him writhe in pleasure at Jacob's performance. That's what he should have thought from the start without hesitation. What would Edward have done then? Would he have let him act on it?
"Fuck!" Jacob's whole body erupted in pleasure as he came, sending waves of tingling shivers down his arms and legs as the heat inside of him dissipated along with each wave. The wolf clawing to come out was once again shackled down deep inside of him, and his mind had stopped racing. For a mere moment he let himself relax.