Chapter 9 — Needs

Renesmee

I stared into Jacob's eyes as he hovered above me. I could still feel his cum inside me, the ache of where he had just been. He looked at me with total sincerity and I wished I could return it. But I felt I still couldn't risk it. I wasn't sure what sign I was waiting for to tell him — if there would ever be a sign. It might be that eventually I'd just have to grit my teeth and tell him, regardless of the consequences. But I didn't see why today had to be that day.

"I love you, too," I replied, but did not elaborate to answer his question further. "Now, should we go have brunch? I have another shift at three."

We walked out into the living room and I began to make eggs and bacon. Jacob stood close to me the whole time, the heat coming off him as he occasionally stroked my hair or caressed my back. His gaze never left me.

"You know," he began. "You haven't asked me any questions about my being a werewolf."

I shrugged. "Guess I thought it might be rude to ask questions about something so personal."

Jacob rolled his eyes as I handed him a plate of muffins to put on the table. The truth was that I didn't want to ask him questions because I was afraid he would expect answers from me in return.

"You can ask me anything. You have my permission," he said.

"So, no full moon necessary, huh?" I said.

"Nope," he said, digging into his plate of eggs. "I can phase anytime, anywhere. I could do it right now if I wanted to."

"Please don't," I advised, thinking about how big he was in wolf form. "So, did you have to be bitten to be a werewolf?"

"No way," he said. "All genetics. My grandfather was a werewolf. Ephraim Black.

"And when did you become a werewolf?" I asked.

"When I was 16," he said, then hesitated before saying, "which was 40 years ago."

I dropped my fork with a clatter.

"40 years?" I spluttered. "So you… you don't age?"

"Not as long as I keep phasing," he said.

I stared at him, thinking about what this meant for us. As far as I knew, I was immortal. Could I really have Jacob forever?

"That must have been really hard for you at 16, all by yourself," I said.

"I wasn't by myself," I said. "I had a whole pack. Sam was the first. That was tough for him. But I had it pretty easy. Most of those older guys you met yesterday were former werewolves. Even Leah was a werewolf, although that's rare."

"Wow, that's so many," I said, feeling slightly uneasy. "Who's in the pack now?"

"No pack. Just me," he said. "Everyone else stopped phasing twenty-five years ago."

"And why didn't you?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Just wasn't ready, I guess. It's lonely now, but I don't miss sharing my thoughts with the whole pack."

"Sharing your—?"
"Yeah, pack-mind. We could all hear each other's thoughts when we phased."

I thought about my father who could hear everyone's thoughts all the time, but no one could hear his thoughts. I thought it must even the playing field a bit to share thoughts equally.

"Why aren't there anymore werewolves?" I asked. "Why was there a bunch of you 40 years ago and now there's just you?"

"No more vamps," said Jacob, casually. "We had a whole family of them living in the next town over for a while but then they moved."

"Oh," I said faintly, knowing he must be speaking about my family. "So if vampires came back…?"

"Then a bunch of the teenage boys on the reservation would start turning into werewolves," said Jacob grimly. "Which we definitely don't want. I mean, I guess it was cool, but it really ruined the whole normal childhood thing."

"I would imagine it would," I said. I hoped that my going to the reservation didn't count, for all those kids' sakes. I thought about Jacob as a normal teenager, before he became a werewolf. I found that I couldn't imagine it.

"What did you want to be when you grew up? Before the whole werewolf thing?" I asked.

"Mechanic," he said, gesturing at himself. "I've always loved cars."

I smiled. "I'm glad you still got to live out your dream."

"Yeah, I've had an okay life, all things considered," said Jacob contemplatively. "Never had much luck in the love department, though."

"Even one-night stands?" I asked.

"Well, occasionally," he admitted. "But nothing like this. Nothing even close. With you, there's love. But there's something else like… we're equal. You're so… strong. I know it sounds weird but I like that you can take it. I don't have to be gentle with you if we don't want to be."

"I feel the same exact way," I said, looking at a burning feeling starting low in my belly. "I've never met a guy I can be rough with before."

He smirked at me and got up from his chair, coming towards me. He knelt down in front of me, spread my legs. I was wearing only a robe and nothing underneath. His hands moved up my thighs and I shuddered.

"And what makes you so strong, Nessie?" he asked in a low voice.

I could see what he was trying to do, trying to soften me up so I'd tell him all my secrets. It was tempting, but I had a feeling it would ruin this moment and I never wanted this moment to end.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I said, running my fingers through his hair and grabbing a fistful. I pushed his head between my legs and gasped as he licked and sucked with eager pleasure. He reached under me and grabbed my ass, giving him more leverage as he went down on me. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, a scream rising in my throat as an orgasm began. Suddenly, he stopped.

"Oh, no, you don't get to cum until you start telling me some of your secrets," growled Jacob, his eyes mischievous.

I found myself whimpering and squirming as he teased my clit with his thumb.

"Please," I said in a hoarse voice.

"Maybe you need some more persuasion," he said.

Quick as a flash, he ripped off my robe and bent me over the table. He held me down by my neck. He was still wearing his pants, but I could feel the bulge against my thigh.

"There you are," he said. "Right where I want you."

He slapped my ass, hard. I gasped. I was so unused to pain and yet this pain was not unpleasant. He spanked me again and it sent shivers down my spine. He spanked me harder this time and I cried out, the wetness between my legs practically dripping down the inside of my thighs.

"You ready to start talking yet?" he whispered in my ear, biting it as he did so.

"Never," I whispered back, playfully.

I heard him unzip his pants. Without hesitation he thrust his cock inside me. I cried out again, gasping for air as he slammed his cock into my pussy harder and more brutal than before. The pressure on my neck was harder. He pulled out of me and pulled me up to stand in front of him, still clutching my throat.

"Get on your knees," he growled at me.

I obeyed. He shoved his cock in my mouth as relentlessly as he shoved it into my pussy. He held it there at the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I could tell he was getting close, that he was losing control, as his panting turned into moans and gasps. I took my opportunity. At top speed and strength I threw him down onto the couch behind the table. He looked bewildered, but before he could get his bearings, I sat on his face, my dripping wet pussy covering his mouth. I held his hands tightly above his head and rocked my hips, determined to come to orgasm on his tongue. Waves of pleasure washed over me as his tongue matched the speed of my thrusts. I began to scream in earnest, tears forming in my eyes as I came, my whole body shuddering.

As my orgasm came to a close, Jacob's tongue licked me in a lazy sort of way, as though just enjoying the flavor. I felt my body going limp and suddenly I was face down on the couch.

"You think you're done yet?" said Jacob.

I heard him take off his pants and remove the belt from them. He forced me over his lap, my ass in the air. He hit me over the ass with his belt causing me to scream. This pain was the worst yet. It made me so curious about how much pain I would withstand for the pleasure that came with it. He clutched my hair and brought the belt down on me again and then twice more. Trembling, he finally stopped.

"Ride me," he said breathlessly.

I got on top of him, letting his cock slip back into my wet pussy. I rocked my hips over his cock, looking deep into his eyes. He looked back into mine and began to thrust up into me. He was sweating, his body trembling. I could see that he was so close to cumming and seeing that brought waves of pleasure to me, too.

"Jacob," I sighed. "Please, fuck me."

Suddenly he was on top of me, thrusting violently into me. I began to cum as his body pounded relentlessly against my own. Through my own screams and convulsions, I could hear him crying out too, I could feel his cum inside me. Then, all was still. Jacob laid on top of me with the full weight of his body, panting and shaking. He turned his head to look at me and I could see there were tears in his eyes. He kissed me then, his lips hot and wet. I could taste myself on his tongue.

"Nessie," he moaned, his body shaking. "Oh Nessie, I love you. I love you so much."

"Don't pull out," I whispered to him. "I want you to get hard inside me again."

So we laid there, sweating and panting. I rocked my hips gently underneath him until his soft cock slowly began to harden again. He moaned softly in my ear. Eventually, he matched my thrusts, moving slowly in and out, savoring each thrust with a trembling moan. My third orgasm of the morning was coming on slow and steady, but when it did come it was enough to make me feel like I was going to shatter as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. Jacob came a few minutes later with a hoarse cry, his voice cracking. Then, he pulled out of me.

"Nessie, that was—"

"I know," I said. "I know."