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𝓣 rees pass by in what feels like slow motion. Paws pound against the ground like thunder, making his location obvious to a tracking vampire.
Everything is a blur of green. An overwhelming dose of nature, what reality was for Jacob. His life had been the leaves on branches, or the moon at night. The reason for his existence was guided by the Earth's turning, the smother of his senses that prodded against the stem of his brain. It was easy to ignore, how he could smell exactly what areas of his route had been searched. The lush surrounding was smeared with his scent, and it had been nearly suffocating for the wolf.
He wasn't allowed to think too hard about it. He wasn't allowed to focus on anything, only the stride onward. Escaping the predator, escaping the truth.
It was beyond him how this occurred. How the nature of his wolf had betrayed him like this.
The idea threatened his thoughts. It had nearly breached the packs conscious, but he was strong enough to push it down -- for now, at least.
The day had been hard. As the sun set, it grew more difficult. This avoidance had put a weight on his heart that was unmatched. Heady and all consuming. A bound tie -- the blood of his pride trickling down as sweat. His mind buzzed, vibrating with a new sense of heat that began and concluded with Edward Cullen.
Everything felt hot to the touch. Burning, posing as a raging inferno that settled deep in his gut. He had to focus on this feeling. He had to focus on anything, everything except the swelling anxiety centered around the axis of his entire existence shifting for a male bloodsucker.
It's not gravity holding you to the planet ;
It's him.
Jacob snarled at the thought, even the slightest of distractions threw him completely off course, mentally. He could practically hear the eruption that would come with the rest of the wolves finding out who he imprinted on. Hell, when it had happened, he could hardly believe it himself.
Dark, nearly black eyes meeting his own. A clear thirst for blood, and a vice like grasp on restraint. His chest heaved when Jacob had entered the room, like he was a temptation. Even with his wet-dog odor, he could see the way Edward's eyes scrutinized him like a meal.
It was then the air seemed to turn thick. How behind his retinas, a series of disorderly thoughts began to flock to the surface. Years of rivalry -- of treading in the waters of his head -- no longer as a headache, but a longing. He remembered drowning in that unforgiving loch, the frame of it blocked with Bella, Bella, Bella.
After finally seeming to see clearly, the rapids mellowed into gentle currents.
Only now, as he gasped for air, he realized that swimming back to the coast would be a lot more challenging than he had anticipated.
The feeling of dirt under his claws eased these pressures. Melting into instinct muted those pesky feelings that brewed deep inside the bowels of his conscience. More thudding, more running.
Until he had been caught.
"Jacob," Edward called, following the scent trail that the wolf had left in his wake. Immediately, that barrier he had tried so hard to keep up that separated the packs mental hive and his own thoughts crumbled. The dam had fallen, and now the lake he had spent what felt like forever plundering in spilled into the sea.
Without further contemplation, Jacob had changed back into his human form before the pack could give him their two cents on the notion of Jacob Black imprinting on Edward Cullen. The vampire simply being there was enough to send his heart into overdrive; not to mention the prospect of their future together that he couldn't help but imagine.
His pace faltered completely, a pause in the only constant he had left outside of Edward, Edward, Edward.
It had been time to face something he had been escaping. His hands trembled with anxiety, his lip quivering at the idea of being rejected. He was so confident this had been the end -- his meaning for existence, wasted away on a man he despised.
"Jacob, relax." Edward approached, putting an appropriate amount of distance between them. He could hear the scream of the wolf's mind, and it made his heart ache slightly. "Talk to me." He demanded tenderly, trying to be as open as he could. He had been alive for more than a century; he was too aware of how fate changing something like this could be.
"I can't relax." Jake immediately scoffed, carding a couple hands through his hair as he caught his breath. His body felt frail, in spite of how muscular it had been. Bared to his mate, forced into a humiliation ritual he couldn't evade for a lifetime. Edward clenched his jaw, spindly hands finding way to dress pant pockets instead of twitching to reach out and comfort a boy in utter disarray. "I didn't choose this," the wolf began, before the syllables that remained unsaid melted into sticky silence (saliva) on his tongue. What else was there to say?
Edward pursed his lips, being careful not to step closer. He could hear the throng of woes that overtook every other potential positive in Jacob's simple mind, and he would hate to make anyone feel worse in a circumstance like this. He had been mourning his freedom and pride. Edward had to respect how well he suppressed his desperation, given how feral a wolf could become being separated from a mate for as long as they have. "Breathe." Edward instructed softly, fists balling in the depth of his pockets.
Jacob's gaze sharply found his, almost as if he had been offended at such a command. Breathe? Was that seriously all he could do to help? Does he not understand the importance that he now held in Jake's once so swimming life?
Tears had swelled in his eyes before he had the control to hold them back. They slipped down, dew painting streaks against caramel cheeks. With a shaking exhale, Jake found himself stepping closer to his mate.
"Please." Jacob requested, itching to hold and be held.
Swallowing down attempts at reason, Edward nodded slightly and pulled his hands free. With a swift motion, Jacob's smaller body had been pressed against Edward's. Embers flew between them, igniting a passion that burned hotter than fire. Edward felt it, the way the smaller man shifted closer. Trying to crawl into his skin in attempt to find some kind of relief.
The situation had been difficult to navigate and uncomfortable, but Edward understood clearly what nature had implied for the pair.
Imprinting wasn't meant to be taken lightly. To pack minds, it was the most important thing that could happen to a wolf. In that moment, the draw between two souls was undeniable. And, despite his adoration for Bella, the issue that sprung between him and Jacob depended on his attention and patience. Bella could grapple with the circumstances -- it had been Edward who must deal with the reality of it all.
They were mates. Whether either of them had been willing to accept it was out of the question. Destiny planned this.
With a tight swallow, Edward pulled from the tight embrace Jacob had kept him in. With a hesitant motion, the heel of his palm collided tenderly with the line of the wolf's jaw. Cupping it, correcting it so their eyes would meet.
"Breathe," Edward repeated, making it abundantly clear that a deep breath would be necessary for whatever was to occur next. When Jacob's thoughts began to whir, Edward let a small smile crack at the corner of his lips.
Within the second, their mouths met in a slow and unpracticed dance. Lapping tongues, a slow show of dominance. The two greatest predators in the throes of acting on compulsion and need, compromised in something as soft as a kiss.
Jacob's nude state immediately showed evidence of what had bloomed between them. Half hard and whining, Edward only bit his lip and raised a confused brow. They hadn't hardly attempted to resolve what had been sprung on them, and he was already naked and wanton upon his touch.
"Jake, we can't-"
"Please. We have to, please." The wolf begged, dragging his hands down Edward's front in hopes to elicit some kind of reaction or response from the vampire. Edward's expression hardened, trying to assess what exactly he could do to make this better for both of them. He couldn't abandon his girl -- their girl ... but there had been much larger responsibilities looming over them now.
With a slow, measured breath, Edward reached a cold hand down to Jacob's weeping cock. Grasping it weakly, allowing the wolf to grow accustomed to the freezing sensation. Jake drew a serrated gasp in, steadying himself by gripping Edward's shoulders. The vampire only licked his lips once more, his free hand finding way to the small of Jacob's back. With a few slow strokes, Jacob's hips had already been urging for more. Rutting upwards and whining like a pup in heat, Edward found himself growing a stiff with arousal.
Before long, Jacob found himself pressed against the harsh bark of a tall tree. Spread wide, grunting and huffing back moans as Edward pumped his long fingers in and out of his puckered entrance. Sticky spit lubricated the prodding digits, making the scene all that more erotic for the pair. Edward let out a low growl when Jake's back began to arch into the ministrations, the angry cock in his pants practically begging to be let out from its confines.
With a final, labored whimper from Jacob, Edward had groaned and allowed himself the pleasure of freeing himself from the tightness of his boxers. Stroking himself a couple times with the spit he used to stretch Jacob open, the man let out a guttural noise that could only be compared to a feral animal.
Eagerly, he pressed the hardness of his cock to Jacob's hole. Urging his hips only slightly forward, he breached the tight ring of his wolf. Edward had been sure to grip the tree and not Jake, hoping to do minimal damage to the smaller male even whilst defiling him.
With a dangerously slow thrust, Jacob practically quaked with a newfound pleasure. Electricity crawled up his spine in time with the pulsing coolness of the vampire's cock. It was sensational and new. To be parted in such a way almost felt like rapture, especially since it had been his mate he had been suppressing his feelings for probing these nerves.
"Fuck." Edward bit, nosing Jacob's shoulder, seeking some kind of novice solace. Jacob's hips only undulated, trying to force more movement from the vampire. "Edward." The wolf hissed, the scrape of the tree beginning to elicit torturous pleasure to his front. Edward only hushed the smaller man, trying to keep his control on a tight leash. Finally, he gave another careful roll of his hips. The pair collectively shook with restrained need.
Once Edward had found his pace, however, it had been a different story.
His pelvis clapped against the meat of Jacob's ass, echoing through the thicket of the forest. Feelings of absolute rightness swelled and shrunk with each scream of Jacob's thoughts.
After plunging into him firmly a few times, those thoughts evidently slinked away into the depths of his mind. Everything felt black and white as the tight warmth of himself welcomed Edward's rough fucking. With each pound, Jacob let out a call. A warning: promising anyone near that they'd be met with their coupling if they approached any closer.
And, within a brief period of time, Jacob painted the tree afoot with ropes of semen.
Of course, if Edward had half of a brain in that moment, he would have pulled out and came on the mossy grass or even on the fat of Jacob's backside.
Instead, he poured a generous amount of venom into the depths of his mate.
Before he had the chance to realize the weight of what had happened, Jacob had been crumbling in his arms. Falling into the sturdiness of Edward, he groaned as his head began to spin.