Rushing into the men’s bathroom, Jacob hurried to a toilet stall and closed it behind him, leaning against a wall with a groan. Eyes closing tightly his hand journeyed to the painful tent in his jeans, and the young wolf was so confused and horny he felt desperate.
Exactly what the hell was the leech playing at?
He’d just sexually accosted him in the middle of a cinema for crying out loud!
Groaning at the memory, Jacob doubled over slightly at the throbbing pain from his groin as his fingers touched himself over the material of his jeans.
God, what was he being reduced to? Someone he hated had just molested him in a public place---and not only had he gotten hard but he’d had to rush to the bathroom to relieve the ache that demanded fulfillment.
Damn him! Jacob sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to keep the moan silent as his penis jerked in anticipation as he undid his button and zipper, so caught up in the moment that he failed to realize that someone else had entered the bathroom—or hear the faint sound of the lock clicking in place.
Freeing himself, Jacob pressed his head back against the wall and closed his eyes tighter, not even trying to muffle the whimper that escaped his parted lips as his hand began to move over him. He whimpered in slight desperation because while the sensation was agreeable it wasn’t anything like the toe-curling pleasure he’d felt at Edward’s hand.
And, really, how fucked up was that?
Eyes flying open when he realized that that was not his voice, Jacob turned his head and realized in horror that Edward Cullen had opened the door to his stall and was watching him with thirst, his eyes darkened to a molten black.
“What the hell?!?” The shifter tore his hand from his cock as if burnt and lowered his gaze, hurrying to try and make himself decent, but he’d made a mistake when he’d taken his gaze off of the vampire.
In a movement so fast it was a blur, Edward grabbed Jacob’s arm and yanked him out of the small, dingy little stall, throwing him back against the wall next to the (thankfully) clean urinals.
The back of Jacob’s head connected with the tiled wall, and his vision danced in front of his eyes for a second, leaving him dizzy and a little disoriented. And then he felt cold fingers freeing him, the cold of Edward’s hands enough to shock him out of his near-trance-like state. The vampire began to stroke him, and the sensation was so pleasurable it was painful.
Gaze going downwards, Jacob would have blushed at how his dick jerked at the view of Edward on his knees in front of him if he hadn’t been so shocked. He knew he should fight this, fight the leech, tell him to go to hell, call him a faggot and get Bella outta here---but the moment he opened his mouth to begin his rant it was as if Edward had read his mind because he did the one thing that could cause a pissed and confused Jacob to forget everything and anyone---he took him in his mouth.
A startled, choked sound escaped his lips as Jacob flung his head back against the wall once more, closing his eyes to the pain in the back of his head and the agonizing pleasure that jolted up his body like shock waves. He whimpered loudly, clenching his fists so tightly he knew he would soon draw blood if he didn’t stop, body trembling as he subconsciously opened his legs a little more, granting easier access to the vampire on his knees.
Edward didn’t seem to mind that he was kneeling on the hard, cold floor. With one hand he held Jacob by his base, stroking him while he swallowed him whole, covering him in cold pleasure, torturing him with swipes of his tongue, hollowing his cheeks and only adding to the sensation. The other hand massaged Jacob’s thigh much like a perverted cat, before trailing it up his body and sneaking under his shirt, tracing the muscles in his abdomen greedily, possessively, as if marking him, claiming him.
And while the thought pissed the wolf to no small end, it also aroused something deep inside of him.
“W—why?” He managed, his voice hoarse like sandpaper as he fought the urge to bury his hands in Edward’s hair.
He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t.
Jacob clenched his hands harder, feeling the pain of his fingernails biting into the skin of his palm.
Edward chuckled darkly around him, the vibrations nearly sending Jacob crazy as he began to twitch desperately in the vampire’s mouth, crying out in pleasure, not caring anymore who heard.
He was so---so goddamned close! And yet he fought it with all he had, refusing to cum with this creature molesting him, refused to----.
With another cry Jacob’s hands moved on their own and tangled themselves in Edward’s eternally messy hair. Fingers curled around bronze locks, holding him in place as instinct fought reason and kicked its ass.
“God…” Jacob groaned, his hips bucking slowly, not even noticing when Edward released his hold on the base of his cock, instead snaking his hands to Jacob’s hips and massaging him possessively, relaxing the muscles in his throat, his body begging for Jacob to do it, to fuck his mouth.
His grip tightened in Edward’s hair and the vampire growled seductively, the vibrations causing Jacob to buck harder and out of rhythm, going slowly crazy and not able to do anything as he felt his balls tightening, knowing that he was about to cum, know that there was nothing he could do to stop it---knowing that right now he really didn’t want to.
The way Edward submitted to him, handed him the control, it turned on the wolf more than he would have thought. The canine within was a predator, apparently had definite alpha tendencies, and it enjoyed the fact that his bitch was acknowledging his power, his control, his dominance.
Edward whimpered throatily as Jacob’s bucks became quicker, shorter, more urgent, the wolf feeling the tingle that warned him that he was dangerously close.
“God!” Jacob cried out as Edward’s fingers dug painfully into his hips in that way that just drove him crazy, and it sent him over the brink, a howl escaping his lips as he exploded in the vampire’s mouth, hips still bucking as pleasure like he’d never known flew up and down his body.
So good…so good…so good!
Edward seemed to be purring as his throat muscles worked, his fingers still gripping Jacob tightly as he swallowed the warm, sticky load, not letting a drop of it go to waste.
Jacob’s breath was a series of desperate pants, his legs like jelly as he let go of his hold on Edward’s hair, leaning hard against the wall, mind racing to try and comprehend what had just happened—what he’d just done.
Only when he’d swallowed everything did Edward pull away, his tongue scraping the bottom of Jacob’s shaft and flicking the head, before he grinned darkly, standing to his feet, towering over the panting wolf.
Jacob was so dizzy, so tired, so boneless he couldn’t do anything but watch warily as the vampire leaned towards him, palm on the tile right next to Jacob’s head.
There was a predatory gleam in those now black eyes, victory and other smug emotions were present as he leaned in closer, causing Jacob to press himself hard against the wall, unreasonably frightened (despite everything that’d just happened) that Edward would kiss him.
As if he’d read his thoughts Edward chuckled in amusement, the side of his lip curled in a smirk as he just watched him in silence.
“Why?” Jacob asked again, eyes wide, breath still pants, heart beating a mile per minute as he tilted his head back slightly so that he could look into those black orbs.
“Because you’re mine.” Edward stated, face serious, voice deep and sensuous, breath a heady reminder of what he’d done only minutes ago. “It was time you realized it.”
Brown eyes narrowed as anger and irritation flared up inside of him. “I don’t belong to anyone, leech!”
Edward’s expression was emotionless as he leaned closer, trailing his nose down Jacob’s cheek to his neck, taking in a deep whiff of the scent coming from his skin. “For some reason all of a sudden you now smell so good.”
Jacob’s body was tense. He knew he should push the vampire away, knew that he was in danger, knew that he should be doing something, but the only thing he did when he felt blunt teeth begin to nibble experimentally on the skin of his neck was to close to eyes and whimper at the feeling that went straight to his groin.
God---not again. What’s wrong with me? Why does he affect me like this?
Edward pressed his body against Jacob’s, palms face down on each side of the wolf’s head, teeth teasing his neck. He was hard and pressed into Jacob’s stomach, the feel of it long and hard, and for some reason Jacob forgot to feel disgusted, forgot to protest, as Edward continued to nibble, squeeze, buck against him.
And then Edward pulled back, eyes half-closed, smirk back on place before shaking his head mockingly. “Of course you don’t, puppy. Of course you don’t.” The vampire then turned and stalked out of the bathroom, victory in his every step.
Finally remembering to breath, Jacob’s jelly legs gave out on him and he slid down the wall, sitting on the hard, cold tile floor. His breaths were coming out as pants, his heart racing, his dick still half-hard.
“Of course I don’t what?”
‘I don’t belong to anyone, leech!’
Jacob’s eyes widened as he suddenly understood what the vampire had just done, and the wolf growled, feeling so stupid. He’d played right into that!
When strength finally returned to his legs, Jacob stood and went towards the sink, taking in a deep breath as he washed his hands, trying to understand exactly what’d happened. The leech had sexually molested him in the cinema, followed him to the bathroom and then---.
Jacob blushed, turning off the water.
Okay, so that happened and the leech suddenly claims ownership of him. And when Jacob had denied that ownership the leech had used Jacob’s body and its confusingly eager reactions to him to prove his point---something that just pissed the wolf even more.
I don’t belong to him. He growled. I’m gonna kill him for his arrogance.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Jacob looked away and then jerked his vision back to his reflection, eyes widening in horror when he realized that during his nibbling Edward had left very visible love bites on his neck.
Like a predator marking its territory.
“The bastard!” Jacob exclaimed in utter horror as he pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck to examine the hickey and lovebites better. “This decides it. He dies. Painfully.”
Zipping up his jacket and pulling on the hoodie, he looked at his reflection left and right, making sure that the bites were camouflaged well enough. Embarrassment tinted his cheeks red, and he growled, taking in a deep breath.
“God, I hope we go home after this stupid movie ends.” Turning once he was sure no mark was visible, Jacob went towards the bathroom door and paused once his hand went on the handle, suddenly remembering something else, eyes narrowing. “And who the hell does he think he’s calling ‘puppy’?!?!?”
“If it wasn’t for the fact that it’d make Esme cry, I’d so kill you.” Jacob announced as he sat down in the meadow, growling into the hotdog he had in his hand.
Edward grinned at the wolf, not at all looking hurt or worried for that comment. “Oh really? If you killed me then who would you get to act out all of your sick, deviant fantasies?”
Jacob was obviously desperately trying not to smile, trying to keep up with the mock-argument they were having. “Easy. Bella.”
Edward winced, his eyes flashing for a second at the mention of the female. Despite everything, despite the years he’d been with Jacob, he was still a little jealous and threatened at how close his wolf was with the girl.
“Did I hear my name?” Bella asked as she collapsed next to Jacob on the blanket set out on the grass. The Cullen family plus Jacob had just finished playing baseball, and they were now having a picnic in a meadow in the middle of a thunder storm.
Jasper followed Bella, lying down next to her on the blanket, looking up at the sky with a serene smile on his face.
“You wanna take over as my sex slave if I kill Edward?” Jacob joking asked the question, oblivious to the way his partner tensed.
Bella laughed, sending him an incredulous look. “Are you joking? Why would I ever be your sex slave? You’re a pervert.”
Esme and Carlisle, who’d been sitting on the next blanket, looked at each other and laughed.
Rosalie and Emmet remained on the ‘baseball field’ dancing a waltz, with Rosalie correcting Emmet’s form every couple of steps.
Alice smiled as she looked at everyone before throwing herself on Bella and laughing when the other girl squealed and rolled out of the way on time to avoid being squished.
Blinking, Alice was jolted out of her vision and returned to the present, where everyone was at the diner, having some dinner and talking about the movie.
Emmet and Rosalie were arguing with Jasper about what part was the most ridiculous and unrealistic of the horror movie, Jacob (was it Alice’s idea or did he suddenly smell so…appealing?) was sitting with his hoodie on, glaring down at his plate of food, Edward was smirking smugly at the wolf, and Bella was sighing, looking dreamily in Edward’s direction.
Alice looked at the young human girl who smelt really good. This was the first time that she’d had a vision with Bella in it---was it because when they’d invited her to the movies as a way to lure Jacob in they’d changed the future again? It’d changed the possibilities in the future?
Curious, the dark haired vampiress tilted her head to the side, observing the pretty human who obviously had a crush on Edward. Alice felt a little sorry for the girl. She was going to get her heart broken if someone didn’t uncloud her eyes in time to show her the truth.
A cellular rung and Bella looked down immediately, pulling out her phone from her bag and bringing it to her ear. “Dad.” She looked a little embarrassed to be talking to her father in front of them, her cheeks coloring as blood rushed to her face.
As a whole, the Cullen family looked away pointedly. Sure, they were vegetarians, but one never taunted someone who’d given up cigarettes with a lit one.
“Yeah, I’m with Jake.” Bella, completely oblivious to what was going on, looked at Jacob, who was looking at the Cullens warily, obviously guessing why they were acting weird and ready to defend Bella if one of them snapped. “Really? Okay. Sure. We’ll be home soon.” Putting away her phone again, she gave everyone a shy smile before turning her attention to Jacob. “You’re sleeping over my house tonight. Your dad thought it might do you some good to get away from the reservation for a couple of days.”
Jacob smiled, whether it was the thought of sleeping over Bella’s or getting away from the reservation that made him so happy Alice couldn’t be sure, but she didnotice the way Edward’s good humor seemed to evaporate immediately at the news, his face going dark and dangerous once more.
The vampiress shook her head, resting her cheek against her fist with a sigh of defeat.
And we were making SUCH progress!
Edward Cullen sat on the window-frame of the window in the guest bedroom, where Jacob Black was snoring lightly, completely unaware of the vampire’s presence. Dressed in only his boxers, with the sheets kicked to around his ankles, the moonlight filtered in through the window and shone on the shifter’s lean, tanned skin.
Jacob’s skin always had fascinated Edward. It was a rich, earthy color, and it always smelled of the earth. And now, for some reason, that stench of dog was gone, only replaced by the scent of the earth, of nature, of spring.
And Edward wasn’t the only one who’d realized it. The moment they’d gotten into the jeep after Bella had taken off in her truck and Jacob on his motorcycle, his brothers and sisters had attacked him with questions, asking him what’d happened in the bathroom and even though he never said anything, they’d guessed it quite accurately—although Emmet kinda thought more had happened than had.
And then they’d wanted to know why Jacob’s stench had gone, and why he now smelt so good. They’d asked Carlisle and Esme about it once they’d gotten home (Esme had waited up on them, anxious to hear how the ‘date’ had gone, and she’d forced Carlisle to stay awake as well to keep her company) but the two older vampires hadn’t ever heard of something like that happening ever.
So they were left with many unanswered questions.
Edward sighed as he watched Jacob sleep for the first time. He’d managed to track the wolf’s scent here and hid in the bushes outside, remaining downwind as to keep his presence unknown.
And it’d been worth all the trouble, because when he wasn’t around, Jacob seemed like a different person. The wolf laughed and was carefree, a smile almost always on his face as he chatted with Bella and her father, looking very much at ease and a part of the family.
Edward’d tensed because he knew that it’d be very difficult for Jacob to ever be this at home with his family---not that they wouldn’t do their best to make him feel welcomed---but Jacob had been brought up to hate and distrust ‘leeches’, and it was going to be hard to undo all of that training.
Sighing, Edward wished, not for the first time, that Jacob wasn’t a dog. It’d make everything so much easier. Not only would the handsome native not have been brought up to despise him, but Edward would be able to see him more often in his own home. But there was a treaty, and he couldn’t pass onto the wolves’ lands…which meant he was cut off from his shifter.
“You’re a pain in the ass, you realize that, right?”
Jacob grumbled in his sleep, as if he’d heard that, and turned, pulling his pillow over his head.
Edward chuckled softly and shook his head, contenting himself to this rare opportunity. He’d find a way to get around all the barriers keeping him from completely claiming the wolf.
It was all just a matter of time.
And it’s not like he doesn’t feel it too—even is he does fight it—before giving in.
The vampire groaned slightly as he remembered their rendevouz in the bathroom, remembered the taste of Jacob in his mouth, remembered being surprised at how much Jacob liked being in control, how much he liked Jacob being in control.
And Jacob’s thoughts during the act---they’d been so arousing…
Whoa—down boy. The vampire blinked as he grew hard once more. Tonight you’re just here to watch.
Taking in a deep, calming breath, Edward returned his attention to the sleeping wolf, planning his next move.