Alpha's Qahla
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 01
A rare shaft of sunlight cast itself across the sewn pattern of her new purple bedspread and Bella absently ran her hand through it; the warmth of it a fleeting reprieve from her ever present chill as her thoughts whirled; disjointed, chaotic.
What had she done?
Had she really volunteered for this?
She sighed heavily and cast her gaze out the dingy window toward the unrelenting green of the forest.
Forks…
She was in Forks…
And she would be until she liberated herself.
"Just one more year," she muttered to the silence. She looked down at her suitcase and ran a hand through her hair. "Might as well unpack Swan. You're gonna be here for a while…"
~o0o~
She'd just slid the closet door shut when Charlie called up from downstairs. "Bells?"
"Yeah?" she called back while stowing her suitcase under the bed.
"Could you come down here please? There's someone I want ya to meet."
Her brows furrowed but she shrugged into a sweater anyway. "Sure Charlie, be right down," she yelled while taking a quick peek in the mirror. She ran a brush through her hair and rolled her eyes at herself. "Like that helped," she muttered, her hair curling right back up from the ever present Forks humidity. She was just thankful it was long enough to keep the curls somewhat tamed.
She wasn't what she would consider vain by any definition, but she did like to look decent, especially when meeting people. At five feet, four inches, she considered herself on the short side, but she had a small waist and enough curves to garner attention; not that she ever did anything with it. Truthfully, with her pale skin, brown hair and equally brown eyes, she considered herself quite plain and so, with another eye roll at her reflection, she put the brush down, turned and left her room.
When she stepped off the last stair tread, she looked around the living room and didn't see her dad anywhere. "Charlie?" she called out.
"Out here Bells!" he called through the open front door and she turned and headed that way.
Pushing open the screen, she stepped out to see her dad, standing by an old red truck, talking with a man in a wheel chair and another man whose back was toward her. 'He's huge!' she thought as she walked toward them. And he was; standing, she guessed at least a foot taller that she.
Charlie looked toward her and smiled. "Hey Bells," he greeted as the other two turned toward her. "You remember my good friend, Billy Black?"
She smiled and stuck out her hand to him. "Of course, though it's been a long time."
"It has!" Billy chuckled as he took her hand and shook it. "You're all grown up!"
She mentally cursed the heat in her cheeks as she nodded with a smile. "Pretty much," she agreed before glancing at the other guy who'd been silent.
"Uh, you remember my son Jacob?" Billy questioned with a glance between the two staring teens. "You guys used to play together when you'd visit."
Bella felt her eyes go wide and somewhere in the back of her stunned mind she registered hearing a derisive snort from her dad.
There was just no way…
"Jake?" she breathed.
She watched as his lips curled into a smirk; amusement now dancing in his vibrant chestnut eyes. "Bella," he greeted with a nod as strands of raven hair fell over his brow.
Heat suffused her body as his gaze burned into hers. "You…" she cleared her throat and tried again, "You've changed a bit."
His smirk morphed into a full-on smile; his gaze flitting over her before settling back on her face. "So have you."
Bella was torn between death by spontaneous combustion or finding a really deep hole to jump into. 'You've changed a bit?!' she berated herself. 'Really Bella?!'
Charlie came to her rescue as he cleared his throat. "Well, Bells, whaddya think?" he asked. She tore her gaze from Jacob to see her dad—her smirking dad—gesturing toward the old red truck.
"Uh, it's…nice?" she said with a furrowed brow.
Billy chuckled and Charlie arched a brow. "It's yours Bells, I bought it for you."
"Oh," she deadpanned, still in a bit of a daze. "Oh!" she repeated as what he'd said sank in. "Really?"
Charlie shot a pleading look at a chuckling Billy. "It's not much to look at Bella, but she's solid," he said with a fond pat to the fender. "Jake spent the summer rebuilding it, so you shouldn't have any worries."
She walked over to the door and peeked into the cab before turning to Charlie with a smile. "I don't know what to say… It's great Ch—Dad, thanks." He tensed for a beat as she hugged him before wrapping his arms around her to return it.
"Not a problem Bells," he said gruffly. "I was happy to do it."
She stepped back and glanced at Jake who seemed to be watching her closely and just the thought of that made her blush.
"Okay!" said Charlie with a clap as he turned to Billy. "Whaddya say we head back to your place and watch the game? Pizza's on me."
"Hell yeah, if you're buyin', let's go." He glanced at Jake. "You comin' son?"
Jake jangled the truck keys and shook his head. "Somebody's gotta teach Bella how to drive the beast. I'll see you at home later."
Charlie patted him on the shoulder. "Good call Jake." He handed Bella some money from his wallet. "Just order pizza when you guys finish. Be good. I'll see ya later, okay?"
Bella nodded while looking everywhere but at Jake. "Sure Charlie. I'll be fine," she said and then muttered under her breath "Way to throw me to the wolves…"
As Charlie helped Billy into the cruiser, Jake walked up behind her and leaned down, his hands resting on her hips as he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I don't bite…much."
Her eyes widened and a pleasant shiver went through her as she bit her lip to center herself, her thoughts screaming, 'Oh god! Did he hear me?!'
He chuckled at her response and decided to let her off the hook. "Relax Bella," he said while straightening and stepping back. "It's just me, your mud-pie partner, remember? So, how about it?" He jangled the keys. "You ready to learn to drive the beast?"
She shot him a dark look as he opened the driver's door for her. "Sure," she agreed. "But in case you haven't looked in a mirror lately, you don't look like anyone I use to make mud-pies with," she grumbled as she climbed in behind the wheel.
He laughed as he got in the passenger side. "Time will do that, Bella."
"Yeah, time and freakishly good genes," she snarked.
She glanced at him as something dark passed through those chestnut eyes but as soon as she saw it, it was gone and he was smiling again.
"First thing to master…the clutch," he said, all business.
~o0o~
Ten minutes of thorough instruction later, they were rolling down the road with the windows down and Bella found herself relaxing and enjoying the drive as they talked and caught each other up on the last few years of their lives.
"So they dared you and you actually did it?" he asked through a laugh and she smiled with a nod.
"I did! What choice did I have?!"
He looked at her with raised brows. "Oh, I dunno… You could have said no, maybe?"
She shot him an incredulous look. "And forever be labeled a chicken?! No thank you."
He shook his head and gave her a curious look. "I suppose there are worse things you could have done besides french kiss another girl… Was she pretty, at least?"
Bella rolled her eyes and hung a right at the corner he pointed to. "Like that wasn't a typical male thing to ask…"
"Hey," he defended. "I have my priorities." She saw him looking at her from the corner of her eye and then he spoke again. "So, your very first kiss…ever…was with another girl."
"Yep," she nodded as she cruised by Forks High.
"So, what about since then?"
Her brow pinched and she cut a quick glance at him. "What about it?"
"If that was your very first kiss, what about since then?" He studied her closely and waited as a tiny frown marred her brow; her grip on the wheel tightening.
He smirked at her discomfort and the smirk widened into a grin the longer she stayed silent. "That's it, isn't it?"
She glanced over. "What's it?" she asked, not liking his wolfish grin one bit.
"That's been your only kiss! That's why you're ignoring the question!"
She scowled. "So," she grumbled. "What if it was?"
He shrugged and looked entirely too smug for her liking. "Nothing really," he brushed her off with a playful smile.
She huffed. "What about you?" she asked with one brow cocked.
"Have I kissed a girl? Sure," he said while trying to stifle a laugh as she narrowed her eyes.
"Fine," she said. "Subject change…"
"Okay," he nodded. "Oh, hang a right up here," he instructed. "Drive's almost over; you've seen the entire town of Forks, no GPS required."
"No shit," she muttered with a frown. "It seemed a lot bigger when I was a kid."
"Everything's bigger when you're a kid," he answered.
"Yeah," she sighed, "I guess so." Then she glanced at him. "Except for you. You were a hell of a lot smaller back then. What, you gotta be over six feet now, right?"
"I'm six, four," he conceded.
"Damn," she muttered.
He shrugged and ran a hand through his wind tousled hair. "I'm average height for our p—uh—for the guys I hang with. Sam's the tallest so far at six, six."
"Wow," she said as she pulled in and parked at Charlie's. "A little sumpin, sumpin in the water on the rez?" she joked as she looked at him. She expected a laugh but he frowned and looked ahead.
"You could say that," he muttered.
"What?" she questioned as her brows inched up.
He shook his head and blew out a breath before smiling brightly at her. "Nothing, just ignore me," he deflected while opening his door and hopping out.
Her brow furrowed as she watched him walk around to her side. He opened her door and helped her out. "So, pizza?" he said. "I'm starved."
"Yeah, pizza," she said as she unlocked the front door and walked in. He shut the door as she tossed the keys on the entryway table and kicked her shoes off. She turned to him. "You know your way around here, right?" He nodded. "You mind ordering while I grab a quick shower? I still feel grimy from the plane."
"Sure, no problem," he said as they walked toward the stairs. "What do you like?"
She shrugged. "Most anything, surprise me," she said before turning to climb the stairs.
She grabbed her toiletry bag and made short work of showering and washing her hair. She didn't want to leave him bored and alone for too long, so she was wrapped in a towel and drying her hair with another as she stepped back into her room. She shut her door with a click and froze when she heard a sharply indrawn breath.
"Jake!" she chirped in shock while clutching the towel around her. "What are you…what are you doing in here?" She chanced a glance at him and instead of the expected sheepish expression, he looked…intense. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze as it roamed over her.
"Bella," he said, his voice husky as he stared from where he was kicked back in her chair. Just then she noticed a book in his hands—one of hers—that he slowly set aside as he rose. He walked toward her, never looking away from her eyes and she swallowed thickly.
"Jake?" she questioned weakly, her heart racing as he stopped inches from her, his hands settling low on her towel-clad hips. He leaned down, his warm breath wafting over her parted lips as he muttered, "Been wanting to do this all fuckin' day…"
Then his lips were moving over hers—soft and warm and oh-so-sweet—and her breath hitched at the feel and taste of him. He tilted her head with one hand buried in her damp curls, deepening the kiss, his tongue delving to explore, learn and taste as he pulled her flush with a hand on the small of her back. She panted and mewled when he broke away to trail light kisses over her cheek and jaw and down the creamy skin of her neck.
"Jake…wha…" she questioned, ending with a moan as he kissed and sucked between pleas…
"Let me Bella…please…just, let me…"
And she melted into him, surrendering completely as he laid her back on her bed, following to cover her body with his own, his attentions unrelenting and all consuming.
"Oh, oh god…Jake…" she moaned as he nudged her towel away to lick and suck at her breast. She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him close while hooking one leg over his hip as he tilted and ground against her.
"So good," she whispered while arching up to meet him. "What are you doing to me?" she questioned in wonder even as she lost herself a little more every second.
There was now an ache—a completely foreign ache just under where he lay—his surging hips cradled between her parted thighs and she knew—somehow—she needed…more…
"Jacob, please…" she begged and felt his lips curve into a smile as he trailed hot, wet kisses over to her other breast where he sucked deeply, drawing a cry of pleasure from her.
She was winding tight and coming undone all at once and clung to him through it all even as she felt him shift to trail a hand up the inside of her thigh. "Jacob…Jacob.." she tossed her head and panted. Then…then, his fingers were there and she cried out again in surprised relief as he slid a finger into her heat, her hips rocking into his hand instinctively. "Oh god…oh god…" she chanted as she felt his thumb circle her clit. "Please…oh please…" she begged again.
So focused was she, she barely registered when his kisses trailed down; down to nuzzle under her breast; down to her belly and then finally to her hip; writhing and panting as he mercilessly worked her with his hand.
Her breath caught and her eyes went wide, however, when she felt a hot, wet tongue swipe through her folds, pausing to circle and suck at her clit. She tensed, her legs trying to close from the shock of it as she questioned, "Jake?!"
She stared down and he looked up through inky lashes with a low, dirty chuckle. "Relax sweetheart," he murmured through glistening lips. "I won't hurt you. Just trust me," he whispered while easing her legs apart.
"Okay," she whispered as she let out a breath, closed her eyes and complied.
"That's it," he murmured through kisses to the crease of her thigh. "Just relax…" he coaxed. And she did as he entered her with two fingers this time which curled and pressed while his lips sucked in her sensitive bud.
She arched, feet flat on the bed and hands clutching his raven strands as something rapidly built inside her… "Oh…oh…fuuuuck," she moaned long and low as her orgasm took her and just as she reached the pinnacle, she heard him growl, "Mine," before feeling the pain and ecstasy of a piercing bite on the inside of her thigh.
"Jacob!" she screamed while something deep and feral rumbled from his chest.
"Mine" he growled in satisfaction and licked at the mark to heal it.
Panting, she gazed down in wonder, breathed the word, "Yours," and slipped into the sleep of the exhausted.
A rare shaft of sunlight cast itself across the sewn pattern of her new purple bedspread and Bella absently ran her hand through it; the warmth of it a fleeting reprieve from her ever present chill as her thoughts whirled; disjointed, chaotic.
What had she done?
Had she really volunteered for this?
She sighed heavily and cast her gaze out the dingy window toward the unrelenting green of the forest.
Forks…
She was in Forks…
And she would be until she liberated herself.
"Just one more year," she muttered to the silence. She looked down at her suitcase and ran a hand through her hair. "Might as well unpack Swan. You're gonna be here for a while…"
~o0o~
She'd just slid the closet door shut when Charlie called up from downstairs. "Bells?"
"Yeah?" she called back while stowing her suitcase under the bed.
"Could you come down here please? There's someone I want ya to meet."
Her brows furrowed but she shrugged into a sweater anyway. "Sure Charlie, be right down," she yelled while taking a quick peek in the mirror. She ran a brush through her hair and rolled her eyes at herself. "Like that helped," she muttered, her hair curling right back up from the ever present Forks humidity. She was just thankful it was long enough to keep the curls somewhat tamed.
She wasn't what she would consider vain by any definition, but she did like to look decent, especially when meeting people. At five feet, four inches, she considered herself on the short side, but she had a small waist and enough curves to garner attention; not that she ever did anything with it. Truthfully, with her pale skin, brown hair and equally brown eyes, she considered herself quite plain and so, with another eye roll at her reflection, she put the brush down, turned and left her room.
When she stepped off the last stair tread, she looked around the living room and didn't see her dad anywhere. "Charlie?" she called out.
"Out here Bells!" he called through the open front door and she turned and headed that way.
Pushing open the screen, she stepped out to see her dad, standing by an old red truck, talking with a man in a wheel chair and another man whose back was toward her. 'He's huge!' she thought as she walked toward them. And he was; standing, she guessed at least a foot taller that she.
Charlie looked toward her and smiled. "Hey Bells," he greeted as the other two turned toward her. "You remember my good friend, Billy Black?"
She smiled and stuck out her hand to him. "Of course, though it's been a long time."
"It has!" Billy chuckled as he took her hand and shook it. "You're all grown up!"
She mentally cursed the heat in her cheeks as she nodded with a smile. "Pretty much," she agreed before glancing at the other guy who'd been silent.
"Uh, you remember my son Jacob?" Billy questioned with a glance between the two staring teens. "You guys used to play together when you'd visit."
Bella felt her eyes go wide and somewhere in the back of her stunned mind she registered hearing a derisive snort from her dad.
There was just no way…
"Jake?" she breathed.
She watched as his lips curled into a smirk; amusement now dancing in his vibrant chestnut eyes. "Bella," he greeted with a nod as strands of raven hair fell over his brow.
Heat suffused her body as his gaze burned into hers. "You…" she cleared her throat and tried again, "You've changed a bit."
His smirk morphed into a full-on smile; his gaze flitting over her before settling back on her face. "So have you."
Bella was torn between death by spontaneous combustion or finding a really deep hole to jump into. 'You've changed a bit?!' she berated herself. 'Really Bella?!'
Charlie came to her rescue as he cleared his throat. "Well, Bells, whaddya think?" he asked. She tore her gaze from Jacob to see her dad—her smirking dad—gesturing toward the old red truck.
"Uh, it's…nice?" she said with a furrowed brow.
Billy chuckled and Charlie arched a brow. "It's yours Bells, I bought it for you."
"Oh," she deadpanned, still in a bit of a daze. "Oh!" she repeated as what he'd said sank in. "Really?"
Charlie shot a pleading look at a chuckling Billy. "It's not much to look at Bella, but she's solid," he said with a fond pat to the fender. "Jake spent the summer rebuilding it, so you shouldn't have any worries."
She walked over to the door and peeked into the cab before turning to Charlie with a smile. "I don't know what to say… It's great Ch—Dad, thanks." He tensed for a beat as she hugged him before wrapping his arms around her to return it.
"Not a problem Bells," he said gruffly. "I was happy to do it."
She stepped back and glanced at Jake who seemed to be watching her closely and just the thought of that made her blush.
"Okay!" said Charlie with a clap as he turned to Billy. "Whaddya say we head back to your place and watch the game? Pizza's on me."
"Hell yeah, if you're buyin', let's go." He glanced at Jake. "You comin' son?"
Jake jangled the truck keys and shook his head. "Somebody's gotta teach Bella how to drive the beast. I'll see you at home later."
Charlie patted him on the shoulder. "Good call Jake." He handed Bella some money from his wallet. "Just order pizza when you guys finish. Be good. I'll see ya later, okay?"
Bella nodded while looking everywhere but at Jake. "Sure Charlie. I'll be fine," she said and then muttered under her breath "Way to throw me to the wolves…"
As Charlie helped Billy into the cruiser, Jake walked up behind her and leaned down, his hands resting on her hips as he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I don't bite…much."
Her eyes widened and a pleasant shiver went through her as she bit her lip to center herself, her thoughts screaming, 'Oh god! Did he hear me?!'
He chuckled at her response and decided to let her off the hook. "Relax Bella," he said while straightening and stepping back. "It's just me, your mud-pie partner, remember? So, how about it?" He jangled the keys. "You ready to learn to drive the beast?"
She shot him a dark look as he opened the driver's door for her. "Sure," she agreed. "But in case you haven't looked in a mirror lately, you don't look like anyone I use to make mud-pies with," she grumbled as she climbed in behind the wheel.
He laughed as he got in the passenger side. "Time will do that, Bella."
"Yeah, time and freakishly good genes," she snarked.
She glanced at him as something dark passed through those chestnut eyes but as soon as she saw it, it was gone and he was smiling again.
"First thing to master…the clutch," he said, all business.
~o0o~
Ten minutes of thorough instruction later, they were rolling down the road with the windows down and Bella found herself relaxing and enjoying the drive as they talked and caught each other up on the last few years of their lives.
"So they dared you and you actually did it?" he asked through a laugh and she smiled with a nod.
"I did! What choice did I have?!"
He looked at her with raised brows. "Oh, I dunno… You could have said no, maybe?"
She shot him an incredulous look. "And forever be labeled a chicken?! No thank you."
He shook his head and gave her a curious look. "I suppose there are worse things you could have done besides french kiss another girl… Was she pretty, at least?"
Bella rolled her eyes and hung a right at the corner he pointed to. "Like that wasn't a typical male thing to ask…"
"Hey," he defended. "I have my priorities." She saw him looking at her from the corner of her eye and then he spoke again. "So, your very first kiss…ever…was with another girl."
"Yep," she nodded as she cruised by Forks High.
"So, what about since then?"
Her brow pinched and she cut a quick glance at him. "What about it?"
"If that was your very first kiss, what about since then?" He studied her closely and waited as a tiny frown marred her brow; her grip on the wheel tightening.
He smirked at her discomfort and the smirk widened into a grin the longer she stayed silent. "That's it, isn't it?"
She glanced over. "What's it?" she asked, not liking his wolfish grin one bit.
"That's been your only kiss! That's why you're ignoring the question!"
She scowled. "So," she grumbled. "What if it was?"
He shrugged and looked entirely too smug for her liking. "Nothing really," he brushed her off with a playful smile.
She huffed. "What about you?" she asked with one brow cocked.
"Have I kissed a girl? Sure," he said while trying to stifle a laugh as she narrowed her eyes.
"Fine," she said. "Subject change…"
"Okay," he nodded. "Oh, hang a right up here," he instructed. "Drive's almost over; you've seen the entire town of Forks, no GPS required."
"No shit," she muttered with a frown. "It seemed a lot bigger when I was a kid."
"Everything's bigger when you're a kid," he answered.
"Yeah," she sighed, "I guess so." Then she glanced at him. "Except for you. You were a hell of a lot smaller back then. What, you gotta be over six feet now, right?"
"I'm six, four," he conceded.
"Damn," she muttered.
He shrugged and ran a hand through his wind tousled hair. "I'm average height for our p—uh—for the guys I hang with. Sam's the tallest so far at six, six."
"Wow," she said as she pulled in and parked at Charlie's. "A little sumpin, sumpin in the water on the rez?" she joked as she looked at him. She expected a laugh but he frowned and looked ahead.
"You could say that," he muttered.
"What?" she questioned as her brows inched up.
He shook his head and blew out a breath before smiling brightly at her. "Nothing, just ignore me," he deflected while opening his door and hopping out.
Her brow furrowed as she watched him walk around to her side. He opened her door and helped her out. "So, pizza?" he said. "I'm starved."
"Yeah, pizza," she said as she unlocked the front door and walked in. He shut the door as she tossed the keys on the entryway table and kicked her shoes off. She turned to him. "You know your way around here, right?" He nodded. "You mind ordering while I grab a quick shower? I still feel grimy from the plane."
"Sure, no problem," he said as they walked toward the stairs. "What do you like?"
She shrugged. "Most anything, surprise me," she said before turning to climb the stairs.
She grabbed her toiletry bag and made short work of showering and washing her hair. She didn't want to leave him bored and alone for too long, so she was wrapped in a towel and drying her hair with another as she stepped back into her room. She shut her door with a click and froze when she heard a sharply indrawn breath.
"Jake!" she chirped in shock while clutching the towel around her. "What are you…what are you doing in here?" She chanced a glance at him and instead of the expected sheepish expression, he looked…intense. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze as it roamed over her.
"Bella," he said, his voice husky as he stared from where he was kicked back in her chair. Just then she noticed a book in his hands—one of hers—that he slowly set aside as he rose. He walked toward her, never looking away from her eyes and she swallowed thickly.
"Jake?" she questioned weakly, her heart racing as he stopped inches from her, his hands settling low on her towel-clad hips. He leaned down, his warm breath wafting over her parted lips as he muttered, "Been wanting to do this all fuckin' day…"
Then his lips were moving over hers—soft and warm and oh-so-sweet—and her breath hitched at the feel and taste of him. He tilted her head with one hand buried in her damp curls, deepening the kiss, his tongue delving to explore, learn and taste as he pulled her flush with a hand on the small of her back. She panted and mewled when he broke away to trail light kisses over her cheek and jaw and down the creamy skin of her neck.
"Jake…wha…" she questioned, ending with a moan as he kissed and sucked between pleas…
"Let me Bella…please…just, let me…"
And she melted into him, surrendering completely as he laid her back on her bed, following to cover her body with his own, his attentions unrelenting and all consuming.
"Oh, oh god…Jake…" she moaned as he nudged her towel away to lick and suck at her breast. She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him close while hooking one leg over his hip as he tilted and ground against her.
"So good," she whispered while arching up to meet him. "What are you doing to me?" she questioned in wonder even as she lost herself a little more every second.
There was now an ache—a completely foreign ache just under where he lay—his surging hips cradled between her parted thighs and she knew—somehow—she needed…more…
"Jacob, please…" she begged and felt his lips curve into a smile as he trailed hot, wet kisses over to her other breast where he sucked deeply, drawing a cry of pleasure from her.
She was winding tight and coming undone all at once and clung to him through it all even as she felt him shift to trail a hand up the inside of her thigh. "Jacob…Jacob.." she tossed her head and panted. Then…then, his fingers were there and she cried out again in surprised relief as he slid a finger into her heat, her hips rocking into his hand instinctively. "Oh god…oh god…" she chanted as she felt his thumb circle her clit. "Please…oh please…" she begged again.
So focused was she, she barely registered when his kisses trailed down; down to nuzzle under her breast; down to her belly and then finally to her hip; writhing and panting as he mercilessly worked her with his hand.
Her breath caught and her eyes went wide, however, when she felt a hot, wet tongue swipe through her folds, pausing to circle and suck at her clit. She tensed, her legs trying to close from the shock of it as she questioned, "Jake?!"
She stared down and he looked up through inky lashes with a low, dirty chuckle. "Relax sweetheart," he murmured through glistening lips. "I won't hurt you. Just trust me," he whispered while easing her legs apart.
"Okay," she whispered as she let out a breath, closed her eyes and complied.
"That's it," he murmured through kisses to the crease of her thigh. "Just relax…" he coaxed. And she did as he entered her with two fingers this time which curled and pressed while his lips sucked in her sensitive bud.
She arched, feet flat on the bed and hands clutching his raven strands as something rapidly built inside her… "Oh…oh…fuuuuck," she moaned long and low as her orgasm took her and just as she reached the pinnacle, she heard him growl, "Mine," before feeling the pain and ecstasy of a piercing bite on the inside of her thigh.
"Jacob!" she screamed while something deep and feral rumbled from his chest.
"Mine" he growled in satisfaction and licked at the mark to heal it.
Panting, she gazed down in wonder, breathed the word, "Yours," and slipped into the sleep of the exhausted.
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