Finding Truth Behind Legends
by Wizardtho
Chapter 20:
As soon as I reach the backyard in human form, I see my father standing from the couch in the living room. He stands at the living room french doors, but stays inside until I wave him out. As soon as I do, he runs out to meet us.
“Are you alright? No one’s hurt?” Dad is visibly worried.
I rush to calm him as I promise, “We’re all fine. There were barely any heated words. Carlisle even swore that none of them would seek revenge for Edward’s death. Yes, they were clearly upset by the news, but Carlisle knew as soon as I explained, that Edward was beyond reasoning with.”
I can see the stress leaving my father at my explanation. I hug him tightly, whisper that I’m fine and I love him, then look him in the eyes so he knows I’m being truthful. His response is to inhale, nod, then exhale before saying, “Alright. You two are in for the rest of the night, right? No patrolling?”
I shake my head, promising, “No patrolling for either of us until this Volturi situation is taken care of. Plus, I’m still recovering from my unexpected shift. There’s nothing other than hunting and resting for us to do until the representatives from each pack start showing up. The most we are doing tonight is curling up together to sleep, Dad. You should try to get some sleep yourself.”
Five minutes later, Dad heads up the stairs with a yawn. After thanking Aiden and Shiloh as we walk them out, Taha follows me into my bedroom. He closes the doors behind him, then sits at the side of the bed he’s been taking every time we rest, saying softly, “You didn’t truly mean what you said to your father, did you?”
I look at him, curious, then take a few steps forward to step into his embrace. His words are a whisper, “You kissed me, Isabella.”
I grin in response, “I did… and I plan to do so again. We were interrupted the last time.”
Taha lets out a breathy chuckle, “Thank the ancestors. I don’t think I can wait until morning to kiss you.”
When Taha’s lips meet mine for our second kiss, though it’s still tender, it’s also intense and wildly passionate. So intense, that I find myself crawling onto the bed to straddle his lap, then clutching at his shoulders for something to hold onto.
In response, his hands slide up my outer thighs to grab hold of the join where my hips meet my thighs. A desperate sound comes from my chest, but it’s not because I suddenly remember I’m naked under my sundress. It’s because immense pleasure tingles through every nerve as his hands grasp at my bare flesh.
So. Fucking. Good. I want more.
When Taha’s hands slide up a bit further, his thumbs rub the hollows of my hips. I can’t help but press myself tight against him. He falls back, but it doesn’t disturb our kiss, because I’m right there following.
The air swirling around us smells of pure desire. It’s so intoxicating, that I break the kiss with a gasp just to inhale the scent. My eyes nearly flutter closed at how irresistible we smell, and when I feel Taha gently squeezing my hips with a slight growl, I sit up and seek his eyes while letting out a whooshed breath.
Taha hums as his hands knead my bare hips , “You smell it, too, don’t you, Isabella? Our desire for each other… our need.”
In reply, I don’t say a word. Instead, my arms cross down in front of me, my hands taking hold of the hem of my sundress. When he doesn’t protest or try to stop me, I lift up onto my knees and pull the sundress over my head.
Before I’m even completely free from the fabric, Taha’s hands caress their way up my torso, and he groans as his lips meet the flesh of my stomach. I drop the sundress quickly, needing my hands in Taha’s hair… needing to hold him to me, so this feeling won’t end.
I look into his eyes and know I’m right. He needs me just as much as I need him. His slightly shaky hands come up to cradle my face, then he whispers as I settle back on his lap, “Bella, I…”
I brush my lips against his, letting him know I understand what he can’t say. His emotions are brushing against me in waves, full of unspeakable passion, need, desire, tenderness, completeness, and love.
Taha and I quickly become lost in exploring each other. Mouths kissing and teeth nipping. Hands tenderly seeking at points, yet desperate and clutching each other at others. When our bodies finally join, it’s with gasps of each other’s names, and a wave of immense pleasure.
Our love making is intense and consuming in the best of ways. The more I’m consumed in the desire and need we have for each other, the more whole and loved I feel. The urge to bite Taha -hard- as we’re both nearing an incredible climax, feels as natural as breathing.
I barely have time to realize I have the urge before our orgasms rush over us, and I feel Taha biting down on the join of my neck and left shoulder. My ecstatic cry is drowned by my teeth meeting his flesh, the taste of his blood registering as my arms and legs both tighten around him. Neither of us release our bite until long after our orgasms wane.
When my teeth release first, I lick the area gently a few times, which causes Taha’s chest to rumble in pleasure as he releases his bite. He licks his mark in return, a mirroring sound coming from my chest, then he kisses it before whispering, “I love that sound. You, my little coyote, can feel free to bless me with that sound for the rest of our existence.”
Taha and I finally disconnect after another 10 minutes of kisses and touches, only to curl into each other in what has become our sleeping position. I can’t help but rub my nose against his chest while taking in his scent. He hums while placing his lips against my forehead, so I whisper after an unexpected yawn, “Sweet dreams, Taha.”
When I wake, it’s to Dad telling Zander, “They aren’t up yet. You need me to wake them?”
Zander says sadly, “Unfortunately, Charlie, I do. I know they didn’t fall asleep until really late, but the Quileute entourage will be here anytime now. You knock on their door, please, and I’ll get them coffee.”
My eyes open, only to find Taha already looking at me with love shining in his eyes. I press my lips to his tenderly, then whisper while cupping his cheek, “Time to get up, it seems.”
He nods, then I hear Charlie knocking on the bedroom door. I call out, “Morning, Dad. We’ll be out in a few minutes.”
Taha places a kiss between my breasts, then walks naked over to the dresser, where his clothes had been added to mine. Zander and Greg presented them to him the first night I woke from my dream state. Knowing he would phase to human soon with me as his mate, they had gathered a bunch of stuff for him from the community center donations and their own homes.
I walk up behind him, having left the bed, and wrap my arms around his stomach as I kiss between his shoulder blades. “Are you ready for this?”
He turns, kisses my lips, then promises, “I am, Isabella. Truly. It’s time for them to know.”
I cup his cheek, smile in acceptance, then reach around him to grab a pair of cheeky panties and a bra from the open drawer.
As soon as I reach the backyard in human form, I see my father standing from the couch in the living room. He stands at the living room french doors, but stays inside until I wave him out. As soon as I do, he runs out to meet us.
“Are you alright? No one’s hurt?” Dad is visibly worried.
I rush to calm him as I promise, “We’re all fine. There were barely any heated words. Carlisle even swore that none of them would seek revenge for Edward’s death. Yes, they were clearly upset by the news, but Carlisle knew as soon as I explained, that Edward was beyond reasoning with.”
I can see the stress leaving my father at my explanation. I hug him tightly, whisper that I’m fine and I love him, then look him in the eyes so he knows I’m being truthful. His response is to inhale, nod, then exhale before saying, “Alright. You two are in for the rest of the night, right? No patrolling?”
I shake my head, promising, “No patrolling for either of us until this Volturi situation is taken care of. Plus, I’m still recovering from my unexpected shift. There’s nothing other than hunting and resting for us to do until the representatives from each pack start showing up. The most we are doing tonight is curling up together to sleep, Dad. You should try to get some sleep yourself.”
Five minutes later, Dad heads up the stairs with a yawn. After thanking Aiden and Shiloh as we walk them out, Taha follows me into my bedroom. He closes the doors behind him, then sits at the side of the bed he’s been taking every time we rest, saying softly, “You didn’t truly mean what you said to your father, did you?”
I look at him, curious, then take a few steps forward to step into his embrace. His words are a whisper, “You kissed me, Isabella.”
I grin in response, “I did… and I plan to do so again. We were interrupted the last time.”
Taha lets out a breathy chuckle, “Thank the ancestors. I don’t think I can wait until morning to kiss you.”
When Taha’s lips meet mine for our second kiss, though it’s still tender, it’s also intense and wildly passionate. So intense, that I find myself crawling onto the bed to straddle his lap, then clutching at his shoulders for something to hold onto.
In response, his hands slide up my outer thighs to grab hold of the join where my hips meet my thighs. A desperate sound comes from my chest, but it’s not because I suddenly remember I’m naked under my sundress. It’s because immense pleasure tingles through every nerve as his hands grasp at my bare flesh.
So. Fucking. Good. I want more.
When Taha’s hands slide up a bit further, his thumbs rub the hollows of my hips. I can’t help but press myself tight against him. He falls back, but it doesn’t disturb our kiss, because I’m right there following.
The air swirling around us smells of pure desire. It’s so intoxicating, that I break the kiss with a gasp just to inhale the scent. My eyes nearly flutter closed at how irresistible we smell, and when I feel Taha gently squeezing my hips with a slight growl, I sit up and seek his eyes while letting out a whooshed breath.
Taha hums as his hands knead my bare hips , “You smell it, too, don’t you, Isabella? Our desire for each other… our need.”
In reply, I don’t say a word. Instead, my arms cross down in front of me, my hands taking hold of the hem of my sundress. When he doesn’t protest or try to stop me, I lift up onto my knees and pull the sundress over my head.
Before I’m even completely free from the fabric, Taha’s hands caress their way up my torso, and he groans as his lips meet the flesh of my stomach. I drop the sundress quickly, needing my hands in Taha’s hair… needing to hold him to me, so this feeling won’t end.
I look into his eyes and know I’m right. He needs me just as much as I need him. His slightly shaky hands come up to cradle my face, then he whispers as I settle back on his lap, “Bella, I…”
I brush my lips against his, letting him know I understand what he can’t say. His emotions are brushing against me in waves, full of unspeakable passion, need, desire, tenderness, completeness, and love.
Taha and I quickly become lost in exploring each other. Mouths kissing and teeth nipping. Hands tenderly seeking at points, yet desperate and clutching each other at others. When our bodies finally join, it’s with gasps of each other’s names, and a wave of immense pleasure.
Our love making is intense and consuming in the best of ways. The more I’m consumed in the desire and need we have for each other, the more whole and loved I feel. The urge to bite Taha -hard- as we’re both nearing an incredible climax, feels as natural as breathing.
I barely have time to realize I have the urge before our orgasms rush over us, and I feel Taha biting down on the join of my neck and left shoulder. My ecstatic cry is drowned by my teeth meeting his flesh, the taste of his blood registering as my arms and legs both tighten around him. Neither of us release our bite until long after our orgasms wane.
When my teeth release first, I lick the area gently a few times, which causes Taha’s chest to rumble in pleasure as he releases his bite. He licks his mark in return, a mirroring sound coming from my chest, then he kisses it before whispering, “I love that sound. You, my little coyote, can feel free to bless me with that sound for the rest of our existence.”
Taha and I finally disconnect after another 10 minutes of kisses and touches, only to curl into each other in what has become our sleeping position. I can’t help but rub my nose against his chest while taking in his scent. He hums while placing his lips against my forehead, so I whisper after an unexpected yawn, “Sweet dreams, Taha.”
When I wake, it’s to Dad telling Zander, “They aren’t up yet. You need me to wake them?”
Zander says sadly, “Unfortunately, Charlie, I do. I know they didn’t fall asleep until really late, but the Quileute entourage will be here anytime now. You knock on their door, please, and I’ll get them coffee.”
My eyes open, only to find Taha already looking at me with love shining in his eyes. I press my lips to his tenderly, then whisper while cupping his cheek, “Time to get up, it seems.”
He nods, then I hear Charlie knocking on the bedroom door. I call out, “Morning, Dad. We’ll be out in a few minutes.”
Taha places a kiss between my breasts, then walks naked over to the dresser, where his clothes had been added to mine. Zander and Greg presented them to him the first night I woke from my dream state. Knowing he would phase to human soon with me as his mate, they had gathered a bunch of stuff for him from the community center donations and their own homes.
I walk up behind him, having left the bed, and wrap my arms around his stomach as I kiss between his shoulder blades. “Are you ready for this?”
He turns, kisses my lips, then promises, “I am, Isabella. Truly. It’s time for them to know.”
I cup his cheek, smile in acceptance, then reach around him to grab a pair of cheeky panties and a bra from the open drawer.