Chapter 34: Indulgence

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Chapter 34

"FUCK!" Jacob shouts as he jolts out of the bed, waking me up in the process. He ran out of the room; before doing so he yanks the door widely slamming it against the wall sure to leave a dent.

"Jake?" I call after him worried. I get out of bed and walk out of the room to find him in my hallway bathroom. He was face down on the toilet, fluids were ejecting vigorously out of his mouth. His was coughing violently, his face was turning green. My heart fell to my feet as I saw him this way, he seemed to be in so much pain. I get on my knees and crawl to him I reach for his back to sooth him but he stops me, he grabs me by my wrist mid-air and forces it away. He flushes the toilet, puts down the toilet seat and stand up. I still on my knees I look up at him, mouth gaping at what recently happened. He walks over to the sink, takes out his tooth brush that he kept here and squeezed tooth paste onto the bristles and began to brush.

I stand, "Jake?" I don't touch him as it's obvious that he doesn't want that from me right now.

He didn't answer, instead he continue brush his teeth above the sink.

"If you don't want to talk to me, at least let me know you're okay." I beg. Again he said nothing, as if I wasn't there. With my head hanging low, I walk out of the bathroom to give him his privacy. I go to the kitchen feeling bad and insecure and worried that I was the reason that made him react the way he did. I sighed and take two cups out of the cupboard and proceeded to make some chamomile tea, Jacob might care for some after whatever just happened.

As I make the tea, I hear the shower beginning to run suggesting that might be in there for a while. I walk back to my room and to grab my phone. It was 6 o'clock in the morning, I ran through my contact list and called Katlyn maybe she knows better than I do.

She answers, "Hey."

"Hey, did I wake you?"

"No, I was just fixing the baby's room. What's up?"

"I think Jacob is sick."

"What do you mean?"

"He just rushed out of bed and started to vomit. Aggressively."

"Did you ask him what's wrong?"

"I did. He isn't talking to me, I'm worried about him. Do you think it's something that I did?"

"How did he seem when he woke up?"

"Oh, I don't know." I said anxiously.

"Was he sweating profusely? Was he forceful? Did he seemed the agitated?"

"Yeah, yeah. All of that. What should I do? What's wrong with him?"

"Jacob has night terrors Scar and this is just an aftermath of one."

"What?"

"Night terrors. Do you not know what night terrors are?"

"Yeah I mean I do know, but what's causing it? What can I do to help him?" I ask desperately.

"I don't know, he doesn't like to talk about it. Just give him some time and a little bit of space."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine. Don't worry too much, he could sense it and it will make him more agitated."

"O-okay."

"Are you still coming to help me with the baby's room?"

I rub my eyes and sigh, "Yeah. No—yeah. I-I am still coming. Don't work too hard, okay?"

"As long as you don't worry too much."

"Humph. I'll try." If that's even possible, Katlyn knew about my problem with anxiety, that I had a lot of it. Too much to control sometimes.

We said our good byes and hung up, the tea pot began to whistle so I walked back to the kitchen and prepared the cups.

I think about Jacob and what Katie said about his night terrors. How come I never knew about them? Why didn't Jacob tell me? Then again, I'm not surprised. He doesn't tell me anything.

Just as I thought about him he walked out of the shower and back in to my room, the towel hung at the lowest part of his hips, showing the solid lines of his abs, and his cut v-line. I couldn't help but look, as he is so attractive. His body was a work of art and I'm not talking about his tattoos, I do enjoy tracing them with my fingers.

I take his cups and walk after him into the room, "I made you some tea." I placing it on the vanity.

I start to walk out, he grabs me by my wrist stopping me. "I'm sorry." He says somberly.

"Why are you sorry?" I wanted to know.

"I might have scared you and I didn't mean to do that."

I nod my head, understanding.

"You did scare me Jacob, I wouldn't have been if you told me what was going with you in the first place. So don't bother explaining yourself to me like you never do." I pull my wrist away from him. I walk back to the kitchen and finish my tea there as Jacob put his clothes on. As he walked to the kitchen. I put my cup in the sink and walked out. I went to my room and picked out my clothes for the day and laid them out on my bed. I went into the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth to get ready for the day.

I can't lie, I am mad a Jacob. His actions frustrates me and his silence gave me anxiety. He doesn't let me know what's going on with him and that bothers me. He knows everything about me, I tell him everything. I give him all that I am but I don't know maybe that isn't enough. Maybe I shouldn't expect it to be. I'm not like him and I barely have my full powers, I've been learning with Emily she has been teaching me but I'm still not a full witch at least not yet. So, I don't understand werewolves and how they function. I wish Jacob would be more to me as I am to him, but I guess that'll take some time but I'm willing to give him all the that he needs, but if he never does it'll become a deal breaker for me. As hard as it was for me to open up to him, I eventually did and I expect the same. I'll be as patient as he was with me, more so if he did because again I do love him. I hope my love for him doesn't go unnoticed.

When I finished getting ready, breakfast was spread out on the dining table, Jacob already was helping himself. I walked over and took a seat. "You made this?"

"Yeah."

I walk to the side of the table where he sat in the chair, his chair wasn't all the way pushed in, just enough for me to sit on his lap. I grab a piece of buttered toast from the spread and bite a piece out of it.

Jacob wrapped his arm around my waist holding me steady.

"You like it?" He asks.

"I don't know, let me have some of your eggs." I said taking up his fork and eating the eggs off his plate.

With my mouth full of food, I nod.

He took the empty plate on the other side of the table and fixed some food on it for me. There were eggs, toast, bacon, cut up watermelon. He places it aside of his, I use his fork to eat from the plate he made me.

"You keep cooking like this, you're going to make me fatter than I already am." I say with my mouth full.

"Fatter?"

"mmm."

"This is pretty balanced, besides even if my cooking did make you a bit thicker I wouldn't mind."

"Yeah, sure." I roll my eyes.

"What, you don't believe me?"

"Ohm, I didn't say that." I put a watermelon in my mouth.

"Why don't believe me?"

"I didn't say I don't believe you."

"Baby girl, you honestly think I'd mind?"

I roll my eyes again. "I don't want to talk about this."

"No, we are going to talk about this."

"No, how about we talk about what happen to you this morning? Hmm? What was that?"

"Nothing." He shrugs.

"Oh! Okay." I scoff.

"So that's how we are going to do things? You are going to shrug that off like that by turning things on me."

"You know what, that is exactly what I'm gonna do? Just like you shrug of the shit that I want to talk about, I'm going to do the same exact shit you do. See how you like it."

He puts both his hands at my low hips, "Scarlett."

"NO." I stand away and pull away from him. I walk to the other side of the table, I reach over and take my plate and place it down in front of me.

"Really?" He raises his eyes.

"Yup." I say taking more bacon from the spread on to my plate.

"Damn." He slouches in his chair.

"Are you going to tell me what happen to you this morning?"

"It was nothing." He continues to lie to my face.

"Really? Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"So why did Katlyn tell me it was a night terror? Did she lie?"

"Why the fuck did you call Katie?" He shot up straight.

"You didn't give me a choice. You weren't going to tell me anything and I was worried about you. Worried I did something I wasn't supposed to. You know what, why am I explaining myself to you? You never bother answering to me, so I shouldn't either."

His chest heaves and he sighs heavily, he looks at me. Anger fills his eyes.

Is he really mad? How the fuck?! I should be mad! He had me worried and now he wants to give me that face. How dare he?

"Don't do that, you don't get to be upset with me." I shake my head.

"Never do that again."

"Or what?" I challenge.

He stands, he stalks to my side of the table. He abruptly pulls the chair from under the table and turns it around to face him. He leans towards me.

He looks me in my eyes and says, "You want to find out?" He asks daringly.

I bite the inner back of my mouth and raise my eyebrows giving him a reckless look back. Almost as if I was daring him to do something, I know he won't do anything. I'm almost sure of it. He'd never hurt me intentionally, that I know for a fact. He promised.

He had a look in his eyes there wasn't a word to describe it but as I focus more on his demeanor I notice his body convulsing slightly, if one didn't a pay close enough attention might have missed but I didn't. It's almost as if he was vibrating, maybe like a radiator producing heat you could see the waves heat waves coming from him. No. I felt it. And the way he looked at me menacingly.

I didn't respond to his question but I did not hesitate to make eye contact with him. I refuse to show him fear, he isn't going to get that from me. Maybe someone from his flock but never me.

His brown eyes shined into mine as he reach for the back of my chair and then a snap made my heart jump as he broke the back legs of the chair.

There, then, I shut my eyes thinking I'd fall but I didn't. Jacob held on to the chair not letting go, instead he gently laid the chair down on the ground. He moves his hands to the front of the chair, to the front legs to be exact and breaks them. He then moves is hands under my thighs back to butt and breaks the seat that directly under me. All this time I keep my eyes close, I hear and feel his presence his actions.

What is he trying to prove?

That he has the strength to hurt me?

Well go ahead. I dare you.

He climbs on top of me, his knees encloses me under him, I finally open my eyes and see him directly above me. He takes my wrists and raise them above my head.

Was he really about to fuck me? Right now?

Read the room!

I'm mad at you.

There is absolutely no way.

Well, maybe not absolutely. Now that I think about maybe I could use a good fuck.

He uses his hands to undo my zipper, not breaking eye contact.

He tightens his jaw as he brings my jeans down, I help by shrugging them off.

He crawls back as he takes them completely off, he comes back. This time my legs spread apart against his outer thighs. I was left in my shirt and G-string.

He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants. He hovers his face over mine, slightly parting his lips he breathes though them. His sweet breath fans my face. My back against the back of the broken chair. I reach into his boxers and take out his penis and stroke it.

Jacob moves my G-string to the side and slides his thumb down my lips, between them he slides up and massages until it becomes good and wet.

He takes his penis and raise it against my pussy and pushes it in slowly.

I let out a shallow breath as my knees buckle preparing for his strokes.

He places his hands on the floor besides and pushes in and out of me slowly.

I place my hand on his cheek and for a second I look at him lovingly, I eventually close my eyes as I enjoy his slow soft strokes. There is no denying my attraction towards him; my infatuation.

He grabs my hips buckle his and lifts me off the floor while still inside of me. I hold on to his shoulders. He sits me on the table, I laid my back down aside all of the food. He fucks me harder then, his strokes deepens, pushing repeatedly against my g-spot, had me beginning to lose my conviction.

"Ahhh...fuck!" My heart rate quickens.

"You like that?" He grunts.

"I love it." I said at the roll of my eyes. He leans forward, gently pressing his lips against mine. I took his lips between my teeth, bit them, pulled them. He moves his hands down under my knee, under my thighs wrapping his arms around them, spreading them further apart as he pushes in deeper.

I bite down on my own teeth, hurting my gums, rolling my eyes as I grip the edge of the table beneath me.

He slides out of me, pulls me down by my waist and flips me on my stomach and pushes back in me. His hands gripping my waist.

My eyes roll back.

He grabs my box black braids that was held in a tight ponytail, he loosens the grip of the rubber band as he pulls my head back. He pulls my hair at the rhythm of his thrusts. He takes his other hand to the base of my throat and pulls me up so I'm standing against him and fucks me like that.

His grip on my neck and his hold on my hair was getting painful, he pounded against my ass, shoving himself inside of me unusually roughly over and over again. The truth is, it felt like he was fucking me like he was genuinely angry with me.

He closes his fist on my neck firmly, he began to restrict my airway, his grip was becoming too tight I almost couldn't bare it.

I couldn't breath and I couldn't see as my eyes fills with tears.

"Jacob, stop." I said or at least tried to but he didn't stop, he fucked me hard until I orgasmed.

Then he goes down on me, pushing me back on the table. He spreads my cheeks and his tongue grazes from the peak of my folds to my anus. He takes his finger and massages my clit.

Fuck, was I wet.

Damn, was my pussy dripping with my own natural fluids and his saliva.

My throat was starting to feel sore as I screamed his name again and again.

I could not contain it as my pussy began to throb, my legs shook. The side of my face on the counter as I let him pleasure me I stared at the food that Jacob prepared before this.

He stops and lifts me up again by my waist and turns me around.

He licks his lips and leans in to kiss me. I taste myself on his lips, he sucks hard on my lips, and then begins to sink his teeth in them.

Pain shot through my face, and I grunt pulling my head back begging him to release it.

He eventually does, I wipe my bottom lip with my index finger I look down at the blood. I look at him then back at the blood on my thumb.

He raises his hands to the side of my face and lifts it up, "I'm sorry." He whispers.

The tip of his hard dick touches my thigh.

I push him back and walk past him to the bathroom. I open the water faucet and rinse my lips. I look up to see the stains of my blood has reached my chin and then I also notice a red hand print at the base of my neck. I lean forward closer to the mirror and place my hand at the base of my neck.

I never seen my skin bruise so easily. Well, to be honest the way he had his hand around my neck I'm not completely surprised.

I'm pissed though, because how the fuck was I going to cover this?

"Shit." I curse under my breath.

I rinse my whole face and the let the water run down my neck, using the small bathroom towel I wipe my face. I turn towards the door of the bathroom to exit and see Jacob standing right there and I say, "What the fuck Jacob?"

He places his hands on my waist, looking down at my waist again he says, "I'm sorry."

I look down to where he was looking and notice his finger print on my waist.

"Did you do this on purpose?"

He said nothing.

He didn't have to say anything, I know he was angry at me and these marks on my body are to show just how mad he was. I want to fucking slap him, so I did.

I slap him hard on his cheek, his face didn't move an inch and still he said nothing.

"You promised me." I said angrily, now I was the one who was angry.

JACOB POV

I didn't say anything after that. I had nothing to say. Scarlett's lucky, that's all I did. God knows I could've done much worst. Or maybe I'm the lucky one, I could have really lost it, I could've really lost her. You can only push someone's buttons so far until they say fuck it. And I know she's been aggravated with me for a while. Right now she deals with my proneness to be distant and my and constant change in temperament because she loves me but I've been putting her on edge lately.

Scarlett extends her neck as she looks at her bruises in the mirror, looks down at the marks of her hips, alongside her stretch marks where the ones I left on her. She bites her lip as she looks down. She shakes her head rolls her eyes and turn towards me, pushing past me. I follow behind her as she walks towards her room door, she slams the door behind her preventing me from entering. I turn around and facing my back to the door, I wouldn't blame her if she decided to be mad at me and decided she never want to see my face again, I probably went too far. Not to say I haven't been further but never with Scarlett. Rose, yeah. I have women that I've previously been with, I've done things to them that changed the purview on sex; only in the best way. The range of activities I was willing to do with other women, I've always been hesitant to do with Scar. Like she was still so gentle I couldn't break her, not like I broke those other women.

I step away from the door and walk back towards the table. I decided to clean up, I grab the pieces of the chair that now was reduced to pieces of wood. I took them all in my grasp and headed to kitchen where I knew Scarlett kept heavy duty trash bags. One thing I loved about her, she's always so organized, she only got her own place a couple of months ago and been doing well ever since. She kept her shit together and it was attractive to me because not a lot of women were like her, she was responsible than most. It's unexpected for someone her age to be so mature and dependable. It made my dick hard just thinking about her maturity.

Scarlett is special in so many ways I can't even begin to explain. To me she is everything. If I have it my way, I plan to have her ever which-way all the way—everyday. And I'm not even talking sex, I mean I am but not only sex. It's not just sex with her, she isn't my just some fling, she is my mate. I want to take it all the way with her whatever all the way is.

So I hope that she continues to demonstrate patience with me even after today.

I leave the plastic bag of wood near the door, I'd take it out when I leave.

I walk back over to the table and pick up Scarlett's blue jeans that I took off her earlier. I go into her laundry room and place it in the hamper.

I hear her bed room door open, and then the patter of her manicured size 7 feet walk back and forth until she reaches her room again. This time she doesn't lock the door behind her.

I walk out of the laundry room and make my way to the bed room to try my luck. I turn the knob and enter to see her on the bed legs crossed eating the breakfast I made for her and

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