Chapter VII
Elation and struggle
He encircled my unbound breasts with his hands. Because I was petite, they all fit in his large hands. He ran his fingers gently over the nipples, which were protruding with excitement.
"You are so delicate... so beautiful," he murmured. He took a step back and examined my entire body.
"I need more of you."
I saw how excited he was and could not believe he could go so long without more intense caressing. He was still in control, focused on me, perhaps because this was the first time our physical pleasure was to be an expression of previously named feelings. It was not stolen sex, just an extraordinary night of lovers confident in their desires.
When my shorts fell to the ground, Jake was already naked in front of me, exactly how I wanted to see him. He smiled in his boyish way, took my hand, and, already in the shower, ran a stream of cool water, as if in spite of the temperature of our bodies. I turned around to reach for the washing gel, and hugging me from behind, his hands roamed my breasts, stomach, and lower... He kissed my neck, earlobes…
He whispered softly, his mouth right next to my ear.
"Mmm, Bells. Your smell is arousing now."
My head spun as he ran his fingertips over my body, like cool water trickling between my thighs after Jacob's hand.
"Jake, stop... I can't take it any longer..."
"Patience, honey..."
"Jake, please…" I moaned.
"I love it when you ask…" He bit my earlobe again.
I pressed my buttocks against his abdomen, hoping to entice him to enter me.
"Take it easy, kitten."
"Oh, yeah?" So that is how you want to play? Let us then level the playing field." I turned to face him and began kissing his dripping wet body, pressing my lips to his chest, stomach, and lower... He closed his eyes and leaned against the tiles.
"Minx," I heard a muffled groan. I finally had the opportunity to taste what my hot lover tastes like, and to be honest, I was not going to take advantage of it enough to satisfy him. I wanted to make him crazy, to annoy him to the point where he lost self-control.
I wanted to take control of him, so I studied his body, observed how he responded to my lips touching him and the warmth of my tongue, how he lost reality under the influence of these caresses and entwined his hand in my hair, as if he was asking for a stronger touch or faster movements—things I did not intend for him to do.
"Bells, have mercy…"
"Take it easy, kitten," I repeated after him.
"Now you are the one who is cheating."
"I am a quick learner."
"Enough! I am done!"
Jake stood up, opened the shower door, picked me up, and carried me to his bed.
He sat down, shifting my weight onto his thighs so that my face was directly in front of his, caressed my bare back with his hand, and kissed my breasts and neck. He embraced me with his other hand in such a way that I was able to invite him inside with gentle hip movements. I moaned as my insides buckled under the weight of his body.
He let me control the pace, the depth of my thrusts, and every nook and cranny of my hot body to which he had access. I was so aroused by the emotion and his temperature that a trickle of sweat ran between my breasts. I gazed with delight into his shiny black eyes and surrendered myself to his lips, his tongue and my hips moving in unison. I felt a fire rising in my lower abdomen, it grabbed hold of me, knocked me out of rhythm, elicited a scream that was muffled by his lips, and all I remember is the warmth that spread inside me shortly afterwards.
It was four of the clock in the morning. We fell asleep only to wake up again. I kept my promise. Jacob did not get any sleep that night.
"Bells, I have to get up, please get off of me..."
"You are not convincing."
"Bells, Leah's going to be mad; she hates waiting, and she's going to be especially angry today." He tried to get up.
"Why?"
He was silent.
"Jacob, what's going on?"
"We expect the long-awaited guests to arrive today."
"Today? Why didn't you told me earlier?"
"Before, my mouth was constantly occupied."
I turned red.
"But in all honesty, Bells, how would you respond? You have to sit here and not go anywhere." He grinned and said, "We will remove six leeches in no time, even well-trained ones like Emily's muffins.
"If Alice was not mistaken..."
These were foreboding concerns.
Jacob was right, Leah didn't like waiting. She came for him herself. He opened the door to her, dressed only in his trousers, disheveled and slightly unconscious, which she immediately commented on, looking at me.
That is all we need. along, but he looks like a fucking zombie. Great, that's all we need. You two are making fun of danger", she turned on her heel and walked out in front of the house, where all the members of the pack were gathered.
The plan was simple: the messengers would be tracked down, apprehended, and killed.
"Do not leave the house. "We will be back soon," he said as he walked away, a calm smile on his face.
He could not wait for the fight to begin. I did not see any fear in his eyes; they were full of excitement and readiness, but my heart trembled at the thought that this might be the last time I saw that smile. Looking at the tense Leah, I had the same feeling she did: there would be complications this time. My stomach was in knots with nerves, and I felt like crying.
It was obvious that I would not fight; my only regret was that none of them stayed with me, and I had no contact with the pack; I had no idea what they were doing, where they were, and, most importantly, whether Alice was correct about the number of guards.
She was wrong, as I would find out much later. They were fourteen in number. Every fighter had a personal satellite. They had probably been spies for a very long time, so they were aware that wolves existed. Additionally, they wanted to allow the wolves to try to catch them so that the other could surprise attack. Though they had no idea that they would quickly change from being the pursuer to the hunted, Embry, Quil, Jared, Sam, Leah, Paul, and Jacob dispersed throughout the forest to apprehend their designated intruder. The Volturi warriors struck simultaneously, as if they were performing a ghostly dance in perfect time.
A harsh surprise waited for every pack member in various locations throughout the forest. An unanticipated blow struck the group of victims' bodies with great force at the moment of the last, in their opinion, jump, which was meant to tear them apart. Faced with two expertly trained predators, they were all taken aback. The purpose of the Guards, dependable killer robots, was to purge the Volturi world of all threats to their tranquil way of life.
A hurtful whimper shattered the calm surrounding me. Then another, another, and another. My chest felt like it was about to burst open and my knees gave way under me. After all, there would never have been a problem if there had been just six attackers. So I wasn't wrong - the wolves were ambushed.
Numb with terror, the thought flashed through my mind: it was all my fault; if I did not exist, so many lives would not be sacrificed to protect me, and as a result, there would not be suffering, injuries, or victims. The Volturi would have no reason to return to Forks if I were taken prisoner. They would have given up on the attack and concentrated on getting me to the palace as soon as possible if I had given myself over to them. I dashed into the forest, driven only by instinct and deceived by the thought that I could possibly save Jacob. I broke every rule—both common sense and those imposed by my guardians. And soon, I had to pay for it.
I tripped over protruding tree branches, fell, and jumped back up to continue my mad dash to death. All I could think about was how they would find me and how quickly this fight would be over. So that no one will ever put their life in danger because of me. I heard fighting in the distance, a cruel, furious growl, but then I heard a crash right next to me. I froze, turned my head towards the sound, saw a bullet-like black shape moving as quickly as a bullet, and felt excruciating pain in my shoulder.
My skin felt as if it had been slashed with a scalpel. It was ablaze with living fire. It was pain I knew. The venom that entered the bloodstream was accompanied by such suffering. They had me already. I didn't see the attackers; they were so fast that they jumped at me like wild cats. In the dark, dressed in black, they resembled cougars preying on their prey.
I collapsed, weakened by the pain, and felt another blow to my leg, then to my arm, then to my neck, before my body was consumed by fire. I pushed myself out of the bloody moss and looked down at the blood soaking into the ground at my feet. I knew I could not avoid my fate, that right now, when I had a reason to be human, that privilege would be revoked.
The Volturi made the decision, not me. The blood dripped, the moss turned brownish, and I realized my dream was becoming a reality... I saw the flash of ferocious eyes from someone hiding in the shadows. Leah. At the time, I did not know how she found me. She was most likely alive because those two were concentrating on me. She reared up, ready to pounce, and attacked with the ferocity that suited her temperament. Her speed and agility would be sufficient to defeat one of them, but she had no chance against the other two.
I could feel myself weakening. My body, covered in blood, felt sickly soft. I dove onto the damp moss and witnessed Leah tightly clamp her fangs around the vampire's throat before she succumbed to yet another blow. I was swallowed by darkness.