Chapter 4 - Nightmare

Jacob

We laid in her luxurious king-sized bed after the second time we made love. I stared at her as she fell asleep, her lips parting and her breath slowing. Still, her heart beat double time, but I was getting used to the sound. Her body was naked against mine now, clothes long since discarded. Our heat made it so the covers were unnecessary and I stared at her body in the moonlight. It was perfect. I traced her curves in a fluid motion, then stopped because I was getting hard again. Jeez, I really was like a horny teenager.

The second time we made love had been less desperate than the first. We had moved into the bedroom after 5 minutes of laughing at how quickly we had fucked when we said we wouldn't. Then we laid in bed, kissing each other for another 5 minutes before I got hard again. Nessie smiled a mischievous smile and moved down, wrapping her mouth around my cock. It felt like heaven, having her hot, wet mouth around me. I thought I might cum again right then and there so I stopped her, and put my mouth on her wet pussy, licking and fingering until she was shuddering under my tongue. The taste of her was enough to drive me insane.

I had gotten on top of her then, entering her wet cunt with one easy thrust. Then we rocked back and forth together, meeting each other thrusts. I was on my forearms so that I could stare at her as I thrusted deeper and deeper, but I moved slow, just enjoying the effects each thrust had upon her body. Finally, as though I had been teasing her, she began to beg me.

"Jacob," she had whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I couldn't deny her anything and I certainly couldn't deny her that. So I thrusted harder, faster, my thighs slapping against her as she took me. Strangely, I could feel a raw power coming back from her thrusts. She was a woman who could take it and could give it right back. Typically in the past when I had made love to women I had always felt the need to be overly cautious and gentle, knowing that my strength was much more than an average man's. But with Nessie, I knew I could be myself. When I came, Nessie scratched at my back and I could still feel the marks. She was strong.

I didn't know what Nessie was, but she was not a normal human woman. However, I found I was no longer in a hurry to know what she was. Nor was I in a hurry to tell her what I was. To explain that I was a werewolf and imprinted on her felt gross and crude and I couldn't bring myself to go into it. At least not yet. For just a little while I wanted to live a normal life. A human life.

Eventually I must have drifted to sleep, but when I did it was not to find the peaceful slumber that only good sex could provide. Instead I found myself walking through an old, familiar nightmare. I was paralyzed, watching the bloody, skin-and-bones corpse of the girl I loved. I couldn't save her, she was past help. Bella. My Bella. She was gone. But I could hear this sickening sound I turned, powerless against the course of my dream to see a baby, slowly gnawing its way through one of her ribs with pointed teeth. He was there too. Edward. Feasting upon the flesh he couldn't save. As bile rose in my throat, I suddenly felt someone shaking my arm —

"Jacob!"

I sat bolted upright, my heart racing, my breath coming in shallow gasps. For a moment I had no idea where I was. It was dawn and I was laying on silk sheets in a large, richly decorated bedroom with crown molding and hardwood floors. It certainly wasn't my bedroom. Then everything came back to me in a rush and I whipped around to see Nessie staring at me, her hand on my shoulder.

"Are you okay? You were thrashing around and yelling," she said shakily.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, panting. "Sorry about that."

Why? Why tonight of all nights did this nightmare have to come back? I hadn't had it in years, but I'm finally sleeping with a super hot chick and I'm thrashing around like a lunatic.

"It's okay," said Nessie, although she still looked concerned. "Do you usually have night terrors?"

"No," I said, laying slowly back down. "At least, it's been a while."

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

I shook my head. I don't care what I told her about myself later on — the werewolf thing, the imprinting thing, all that stuff was fine. But I would never, ever tell her about Bella and what I had witnessed that horrible night. Some evils are better left unknown.

Nessie put her arms around me hesitantly, as though she wasn't sure if we were at this point in our relationship yet. I accepted her embrace gladly and held her to me.

"You're very strong, you know," I whispered into her hair. "I think I've got marks from where you scratched me."

She chuckled. "You wouldn't be the first to say that."

The thought of others in her bed, between her legs, made my insides twist with jealousy. But I tried to ignore this. I had slept with other women in my life. It was unreasonable to think she hadn't slept with other men.

"You were pretty strong yourself," she said. "It takes a lot to hold me down."

It was amazing how this one phrase made me hard so fast. As though she sensed it, as though she could feel my blood quicken and race, her hand moved down to my erection. But something came over me, a desire to have her, to make her mine. I grabbed her hand. She looked startled at first, but then saw the look in my eyes. Her eyes matched my fire, my lust.

"You wanna see just how much I can hold you down, baby," I said.

I flipped her over so that her ass was in the air and I got behind her on my knees so I could fuck her doggy-style. I pushed her head into the pillow with one hand and spread her legs to find her soft wet opening with the other. I entered her quickly and her cry was muffled in the pillow. I thrusted hard, holding nothing back.

"How's that for holding you down?" I growled in her ear. "You're mine."

Suddenly, through a force of strength and speed I had never seen before in a woman, she spun around so that she was facing me, grabbing my hair roughly in her fists.

"I'm a lot harder to tame than that," she said, her eyes blazing.

I had never had sex like this before. It felt so brutal, so primal. Something animalist in me had awoken during sex with Nessie. I picked her up off the bed and brought her over to the wall, slamming her back against it. She didn't even flinch. I entered her and fucked her against the wall with as much force as I could. She scratched at my back and bit my lip. I turned her around so that she was pinned against the wall and fucked her from behind again. I could taste blood from where she had bitten me. I held her hands firmly in mine so she could not move. My cock was throbbing. I knew I was going to finish.

I let go of her hands to grab on to her perfect ass. Moaning with pleasure, she submitted this time, bending over for me. I grabbed her hips, slamming her perfect ass against me again and again, her screams and cries bringing me to the most intense orgasm yet. I cried out, cumming inside her. I felt her legs give out with pleasure and I caught her, holding her there with my cock still inside her, growing soft as the orgasm subsided.

Slowly, I removed myself from her, both of us shuddering as I did so. I turned her around to face me and held her against me. We slowly lowered ourselves to the floor, neither of us able to stand any longer. I kissed her softly. First on the lips, then on the cheeks and on her breasts.

"That wasn't too much for you, was it?" I asked her after a while.

"No," she sighed. "It was exactly what I've always wanted."

I kissed her lips again. She licked her lips and swallowed.

"You're bleeding," she said, looking rather alarmed and pulling away from me slightly.

"You bit me," I said, chuckling. "I don't mind though. I like a girl who plays rough."

"Sorry about that," she said, getting up and moving towards the bed. "I don't do well with blood though."

I touched my lip and brought a decent amount of blood back.

"Oh, let me go clean it up then," I said. "Bathroom—?"

She pointed towards a little door off the bedroom, looking as though she was holding her breath. I walked into the most luxurious bathroom I'd ever been in. Marble countertop, huge bathtub, double sink. I dabbed at my bleeding lip with a piece of toilet paper. The bleeding had just about stopped.

It was morning now and I wondered what she would do with the rest of her day. I didn't have to work today, although I would have to go home to feed Luna and take her outside. I dreaded the thought of leaving Nessie. Would she have to go to work? If she didn't, could I get her to spend the day with me or would that be too forward after one date? We had fucked three times, but maybe she just liked fucking me and didn't want to spend time with me beyond that.

I looked at myself in the mirror, really looking into his own face for the first time in weeks. I looked younger. Happier. No matter what happened now, Nessie was the best thing that had happened to me.