Temptation and Turmoil

Previously on Forbidden Fruits: "Where have you been? And in whose company?" His voice deepened, a hint of a growl underlying his words as he sought answers...

Monster in Edward-Bold & Italic

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Author Notes: I apologize for the wait; I am excited to share this juicy chapter. I've poured my heart into it, so I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any other Twilight works.

Edward POV

As I knelt before the object of my longing, I detected the scent of another lingering around him. Why did it stir a twinge of unease within me, knowing he had been in the company of others? What significance did it hold if their aroma enveloped him possessively? I preferred to question who shared his presence. When we last crossed paths, his pack's scent clung to him, but this wasn't a pack member. No, it was a newcomer. Yet, I'm not well-versed in the intricacies of wolf customs or his personal life, so perhaps this new scent held no significance. Though it certainly didn't smell inconsequential. Possibly, many are drawn to his company—who wouldn't be? Didn't I, too, desire instinctively to be near him? Before, when darker instincts overshadowed my longing for him, that is...

His scent overwhelmed me tonight, reminiscent of a warm, freshly baked bun, yet he appeared overwhelmed. Was he unwell? It was difficult to discern; his complexion radiated health, yet there was a hint of exertion about him as though he had been running before arriving here. Regardless, I was not too fond of the scent of this other being or beings, so I tried to ignore it; I opened myself up to his thoughts. They were all over the place, and what I did hear was, In Heat now? Why now? Can he smell my slick? Why is he here? Must focus, must focus.

Jacob's thoughts take me aback—he was in Heat. Despite my familiarity with various animal behaviors, the notion that shifters experienced such phenomena surprised me. However, I wanted to know what this meant for him.

"You haven't answered my question, Angel," I purred, inching closer to the temptation before me.

"Pack meeting... Met... another pack," he gasped, his heart pounding loudly in my ears as he struggled to compose himself. His thoughts darted between the meeting and unease he couldn't quite place.

"What does this 'in heat' mean for you, Angel?" I inquired, tuning into his scattered thoughts once more. "Mean? Slick? Focus," he urged as he attempted to gather his thoughts amidst the turmoil.

"It's hard... to put into words," Jacob confessed, his gaze momentarily drifting away. "It's like... a wildfire... burning inside me, pushing me toward... mating."

Understanding washed over me. "I see. And what is this 'slick'?" I pressed, noticing his reluctance to elaborate.

"This is... I need..." Jacob's breath hitched as he met my gaze, his eyes reflecting desire and vulnerability. I regarded him with curiosity. "What is it, Jacob?"

"It's not just a scent; it's more like... a lubricant to help me in... mating," he conveyed, his cheeks flushed as he averted his gaze.

I felt a surge of possessiveness rise within me, a primal urge to claim and protect. "And what do you need, Jacob?" I asked, my tone laced with a commanding edge. His breaths came faster now, the scent of his arousal mingling with the heady musk of his sex. "I need... release," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. I reached out, my touch gentle yet commanding as I cupped his cheek. "Then let me help you find that release, Jacob," I murmured, my voice thick with promise.

His eyes implored me as though I held the promise of paradise. "Please, please, yes, Edward," he pleaded. I guided him onto my lap, his back now supported by the tree. Nestling my chin against his shoulder, I grazed my nose along his neck, causing him to shiver. The monster within me roared in contentment. With one hand firmly on his hip, I gently stroked him through his shorts. He moaned and pressed into my touch, igniting a hunger within me that demanded further exploration.

His breath caught as my fingertips traced patterns along his thighs. "Please, don't tease, Edward," he implored, his voice laced with desire. "I can't help but tease, my dear," I murmured, my lips grazing his earlobe. "It's part of the fun."

He let out a frustrated groan, his fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt. "Edward, please," he pleaded, his voice thick with need. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With a swift movement, I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his shorts, teasingly brushing against his waist. His breath hitched at the contact, his body arching into my touch. "Please," he begged, his voice barely a whisper.

With a soft growl, I tightened my grip on his hip, drawing him closer as I trailed kisses along his neck. His skin was warm beneath my lips, his scent intoxicating as it mingled with the musky aroma of the forest around us.

"Edward," he breathed, his voice a hoarse whisper filled with longing.

I let out a breath, feeling a rush of excitement course through me. Hearing Jacob say my name with such longing stirred something within me. I savored the sound of it before silencing him with a passionate kiss. My tongue traced the contours of his lips, delving deeper into his mouth, driven by an intense desire that consumed us both.

He reached his hand up to my head, his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as he pressed his body closer against mine, seeking solace in the Heat of our shared passion.

With a surge of determination, I slid my hand farther beneath the fabric of his shorts, feeling the Heat of his arousal against my palm. He gasped at the contact, his body trembling with anticipation.

"Please," he pleaded in his thoughts, his voice barely a whisper even in my head.

I didn't need to hear his words to understand his desire. With a knowing smile, I intensified my touch, stroking him with a firm yet gentle rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

His breaths quickened, his chest rising and falling in sync with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Shifting my hand from his hip to his chest, I began to caress him, my fingers trailing over his skin before focusing on his left nipple. As I pinched it gently, Jacob let out a low groan, his arousal evident in the hardness that pressed against my palm.

I continued to stroke him, feeling him grow even harder beneath my touch. With my thumb, I rubbed the head of his cock, eliciting a shudder from him as he fought to suppress any sounds of pleasure. Leaning in, I licked his neck, my teeth grazing his skin without breaking it. His hips stuttered against mine, the friction igniting a fire between us.

"Angel, don't hold back," I murmured against his collar, the words dripping with desire. "I want to hear every beautiful sound."

Precum started to drip in my palm, and my cock got even harder for the lovely boy in front of me. I began to stroke Jacob a little faster; he shuddered and moaned uncontrollably, thrusting his hips into my palm, seeking release. My palm started to get so slick, and his scent slowly overwhelmed me. I kept stroking and stroking until he began to whine and thrash in my lap.

"Please, Ed-" He started to beg before moaning his frustration, "More...More... Not Enough...Please," he thought. With a soft purr, I relented, increasing the pressure of my touch and quickening the pace of my strokes. Jacob's moans grew louder, his body trembling with anticipation as he teetered on the brink of release.

And then, with a gasp of pleasure, he finally let go, his body convulsing in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed over him, and his heady scent started to die down just a little. I kissed his hair, rubbed his chest as he twitched against me, and tried to catch his breath. A few minutes passed before his skin started to heat up again, and his scent picked up. Jacob whined against me in frustration and collapsed forward on his hands and knees. "Ed-" I cried before I shushed him. "I understand your desires, my angel," I whispered, feeling the primal urge within me stir. As he pressed his face into the forest floor, his hips drawing nearer to me, I found myself at eye level with his toned yet soft rear. With a gentle kiss to his left cheek, I trailed my hand along his thighs until I gripped his cock firmly. Jacob's response was immediate; he arched his hips higher, his head bowing to the ground as he trembled with anticipation. "Please, please, please," he pleaded, his voice filled with longing. I pulled his shorts halfway down his thighs before gripping his hips, settling him.

"Angel, you are already in my grasp," I chuckled softly before teasingly blowing a gentle puff of air over his quivering, moist entrance. His opening was slick with moisture, a sight I had never witnessed before. The temptation to intensify grew within me, my venom pooling in my mouth as I swallowed hard. With a steadying breath, I raised my other hand and pressed my thumb against his entrance, feeling the anticipation spilling over between us. As I brushed my thumb over his entrance, Jacob trembled with each movement, his delicate opening enticing me. With a slow, deliberate motion, I extended my tongue and traced it over his entrance, savoring his flavor; a low groan escaped my lips. Jacob's taste was reminiscent of sweet potato pie topped with whipped cream on a warm summer afternoon. My arousal surged, my cock pulsing with need as I delved deeper with my tongue, eager for a more intense taste. Jacob cried out in response as I synchronized my strokes, caressing him in rhythm with the movements of my probing tongue. Jacob quivered, pressing his hips toward my face with urgency, his plea echoing in the air. "Please, more, Ed—" he cried out as my tongue penetrated deeper into his tight passage, eliciting another fervent cry from him. I continued to pleasure him with my tongue, drawing forth a chorus of moans and pleas from those luscious lips. Pressing closer against his entrance, I purred softly, coaxing even louder exclamations from Jacob. Suddenly, he screamed out, his muscles contracting tightly around my tongue, and warm wetness spilled onto my palm. As the intensity of his release washed over him, Jacob trembled and collapsed onto the forest floor, his body twitching with aftershocks.

I purred in satisfaction at the scene before me, the mingling scents of our arousal filling the air. With a few quick strokes, I brought myself to climax, using Jacob's cum as lubrication. The heady aroma of our combined scents intoxicated me as I released into my palm with a low groan. Glancing down at the evidence of our passion, I felt a surge of desire, my balls tightening slightly. Turning back to Jacob, I noticed he had passed out before me, his exhaustion evident. I couldn't help but feel privileged that he felt safe enough to let his guard down in my presence. Carefully, I wiped my hands on my pants and stood, leaning over to pull his shorts back up, ensuring he was decent before leaving him to rest.

As I looked around, uncertainty clouded my thoughts. What should I do next? The idea of leaving Jacob alone here gnawed at my stomach with unease. Indeed, that wasn't an option. Could I take him to a hotel? Find an abandoned cabin nearby, perhaps? The thought of leaving him vulnerable in the wilderness felt wrong. I took out my phone and googled some hotels or cabins that could be empty at this time of year. I found one rental cabin near here, just a little over the river. I put my phone away and bent down to take Jacob into my arms, and he didn't stir; it would've been concerning if I hadn't heard his steady heartbeat and breathing. Should I call father? He would notify Billy Black, though I shouldn't, while we are in this state. I'll decide our next steps once we're cleaned up and Angel awakens. I nodded to myself and started rushing through the trees, keeping Jacob close to my chest to ensure the stray branches and twigs didn't touch or scratch him.

I carried Jacob in my arms as I approached the door of the spacious cabin. Placing my hand on the sturdy doorknob, I exerted a gentle force, feeling the lock give way. The door swung open with a push, revealing the loft-style layout, which was modern with rustic touches. A sitting around welcomed me, positioned to face the entrance, while stairs beyond led up to the loft above. The kitchen area beckoned past the stairs, and in the far corner, an open doorway hinted at the restroom beyond. Stepping inside, I gently closed the door and approached the bathroom. After traversing through the kitchen area, I finally arrived at the bathroom, where the white clawfoot bathtub with vintage tub design stood, elegantly adorned with brushed nickel balls and claw feet. The owner had meticulously designed the rest of the bathroom to match, with brick-covered walls adding a touch of rustic charm to the space. I went over to the tub and turned the tub knobs on one-handed, letting warm water run into the tub; I set Jacob down on the top of the toilet. Then, I went to undress, and Jacob took him in my arms and stepped into the tub, the warm water encasing my legs and thighs as I lowered myself and Jacob into the tub.

I sighed with relief as I eased into the soothing warmth of the tub, allowing my grip on Jacob to relax just a fraction. Reaching for a bar of soap from the nearby holder on the windowsill, I couldn't help but notice its delicate scent of goat milk and almond, a perfect complement to Jacob's natural aroma. With gentle care, I began to lather him up, starting at his front and methodically working my way over every inch of his skin. Turning him onto his side, I continued cleaning his back, ensuring every part of him was thoroughly cleaned and refreshed. Before leaning Jacob on the other end of the tub as I did the same to myself, I ran water through his hair before turning off the water when it reached just under my chest. After finishing my cleansing, I carefully rinsed off and lifted Jacob back into my arms, settling back into the tub's warm water. As I relaxed, I let my mind wander, reflecting on the events unfolding. It was undoubtedly a strong reaction I had to Jacob, I mused. The dominateness I felt earlier, triggered by the other scents lingering on his skin, had wholly dissipated, leaving behind only the comforting aroma of our shared presence. Did I want to delve deeper into that feeling? I shook my head, deciding to leave those thoughts for another time. I should have let Jacob sleep, and when he woke, I would ask what he wanted; I nodded to myself. Would he want to talk? After what happened tonight? I carried myself as a beast of a man, and I dropped my head to his shoulder. Would he respond with Disgust? Anger? Confusion? Horror?

I couldn't control myself, and as I sat with Jacob, the weight of guilt settled heavier for my earlier actions tonight. The beast within me felt smug with the conquest in my arms, and I was sickened by the intrusive thoughts that flooded my mind. Look at him, the angel cradled in our arms. Despite my efforts, I looked down at Jacob's delicate features, softened by the moonlight that filled my thoughts. He appeared fragile yet solid, yet vulnerable, unaware of the darkness within me. Remember the way he moaned; imagine the way he would scream. The sinister voice chuckled, causing my jaw to clench involuntarily. I yearned to shield him from the darkness threatening to consume me. Listen to his heart. With each breath he took and the thud of his heart, the monster within me grew more robust and demanding. Allow yourself to inhale his scent fully. It whispered dark promises of fulfillment, of ecstasy in the taste of his blood. I could sense its presence lurking in the shadows of my mind, a constant reminder of the danger I posed to him.

I held onto him tighter, allowing us to soak in the warm water for another ten minutes before carefully lifting Jacob from the tub and reaching for a towel from the nearby rack. With Jacob cradled in my arms, I carried him out of the bathroom and up the stairs to the bedroom in the loft.

The bedroom upstairs exuded comfort, with its large, classic chestnut king canopy bed adorned with thick curtains and covered with furs and a plush duvet. Two side tables flanked each side of the bed, providing ample space for personal items. The wooden walls on the west and east sides added to the rustic charm of the space, while the glass wall on the back north side opened onto a patio with two chairs overlooking the forest. The bedroom floor was adorned with fur rugs and pillows, creating a cozy atmosphere, especially in front of the fireplace. However, the cabin's owner didn't light the logs in the fireplace; above the mantle were candles, books, kindling, and matches, ready for use when desired. I went over to the bed, tucking Jacob under the furs but not the duvet so he wouldn't overheat. I may make a fire if it gets any colder tonight, though.

As I gazed down into Jacob's face, a mixture of longing and fear gripped me. How could I reconcile the desire to protect him with knowing I could be his greatest threat? The conflict tore at my insides, the struggle between my humanity and the monster inside me. I fought to push the darkness away, to focus on the warmth of Jacob's skin against mine, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. But the whispers of the monster persisted, taunting me with visions of what could be if I gave in to my primal urges. You are feeling so guilty over what the angel would say, and I knew I had to resist to keep Jacob safe from the Moster that lurked within me. But as the night wore on, the struggle became more intense, the temptation to succumb to the passion in the moment.

Knowing it might have been the last opportunity, you wished you could have taken him hard on that forest floor. Shaking my head, I moved away from the bed and approached the fireplace, igniting a fire. Stepping out onto the patio and closing the door behind me, I gazed into the forest's depths, feeling lost in thought. Angel would be yours, I am sure. He had tasted the temptation and would soon belong to us.

Ever the gentleman, Edward found himself torn between his innate sense of decency and the primal urges stirring within him at the sight of Jacob. How would Jacob respond to this newfound temptation? And what of the pack? Would they discover the truth? As the pieces of their tangled fate fell into place, their future remained uncertain. Join us next time on Forbidden Fruits as we delve deeper into their world...