Act III
Chapter 35 ━━ Growing Desires

Warning: Mature content ahead

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It's afternoon when Shelley comes back from grocery shopping after her brief visit to Cullen residence. She kills the engine of Bella's truck and jumps out. Grabbing the grocery bags with her hands, she kicks the door shut. She whistles a tune, casually walking to the front door and unlocking it when she feels presence behind her. An unwanted guest to be specific. 

"Where were you?" Jacob asks. In the next second he makes a face, leans to her and sniffs. 

The blonde gives him a weird look. Stupid mutt. 

"You were with that bloodsucker, weren't you?" He grits his teeth and she walks into the house, ignoring him. "You can't run away from me every day just because you're angry with me." 

"I'm not angry with you, Jacob." She pauses on her track to look at him with a blank expression and his face changes when she calls his full name. "I'm pity about you." 

He sighs, rubbing his forehead. "Why can't we sit and talk like adults?" 

"You? An adult?" Shelley chuckles with amusement whilst placing the bags on the kitchen counter. "Aren't you still like 16?" 

"Age is just a number." He groans. He doesn't like the fact that he's 2 years younger than his imprint. But who cares? 

"Can you please leave? I have a girls night planned with my sister." She admits, not forgetting to show her disinterest in his presence. She can be rude when she wants to be okay? It's her right to be mean to her life partner as a Nymph. They are sort of in a complicated relationship, right? 

"You have to give me a chance to explain myself." He reasons, following the blonde to her bedroom like a love sick puppy. Can this guy give her some privacy for once? 

"I don't want your explanations! I'm done and this is where you leave me alone!" 

His eyes are wild, his jaw clenched. "I'm not leaving you! You’re mine. Mine to love, mine to kiss, mine to touch-!" 

"I'm not your toy, Jacob!" 

"You're my imprint!" 

"You lost your right to call me your imprint. Not once, but twice! Now deal with it!" Shelley shoves her hands into his chest, pushing him away. She's sick of him thinking that he has some moronic wolfy claim over her. "Get the fuck out of my house before I call Charlie so you can explain yourself to him!" 

"This is not over." He states and tries to walk away. But pauses when her dramatic ass decides to shout at him with frustration and throws her hands in the air for better effect. 

"How about you fuck off and never come back, stupid dog?!" 

Shelley cannot keep her mouth shut for once, can she? 

A somewhat strange expression crosses his face but leaves as soon as it comes, and he takes a step forward, causing the blonde to step back. He grins and takes another step, and they repeat themselves until she feels her back hit the wall. She's officially trapped. His grin turns slightly predatory as he takes that step forward so that he is right in front of her and there is barely any space between them. 

She feels her own heart rate increase due to his proximity. "Okay. Distance. Keep your distance. This is not okay."

He brings his mouth closer to her ear, and in a slightly breathless voice he whispers. "Do you want to make it okay?"

Oh lord, bring mercy upon her.

She hears him sniff her neck and then place a few kisses here and there, before she feels his canines graze her neck and he quietly growls out. 

"I want to make you fully mine." Jacob whispers lowly. She thinks she can't breathe. It's getting hot here. His hands which are on her waist are now moving lower to her behind. "I want to make love to you."

Shelley shudders against him and goes completely weak at the knees at the jolt of intense pleasure that shoots through her entire body. 

He chuckles and starts to run his fingers through her hair. Immediately tingles explode in her head and radiates down her body. She decides to close her eyes and enjoy his fingers through her hair. 

He growls again, mumbling, 'mine' under his breath, rubbing circles on her inner thigh from his other hand-the one that isn't in her hair. His hand then creeps up as his knees keep her legs apart. 

Her eyes snap open as she mentally curses at her worst timing to wear a dress. "W-what are you d-doing?" She asks, her voice shaking as she feels a swipe of fingers on the clothed part of her womanhood. 

Instead of answering, he unweaves his other hand from the blonde's hair and cups her face before crashing his lips to hers. His tongue rolls around freely, and she has no idea what she should concentrate on. If it is his tongue or his fingers dancing lazily under my dress or the growing bulk that she feels pressed against her belly. 

Not going to lie but she loves the feeling he gives her. She has no words to explain the feeling. It's like walking barefoot on heaven grounds. 

That's when she feels his fingers, gently bringing the layer of clothing barrier that keeps her womanhood from his reach. 

She gasps, feeling warm against her cold skin as they inch once again closer to her exposed womanhood. "Jake-" 

"Tell me, baby. Do you want to stop?" 

Does she want him to stop? Truthfully, she doesn't want him to stop. She wants him to go on as long as he wants, as far as he wants and as deep as he wants. 

Shelley shakes her head, gulping down her shyness and shame. She feels sinful and she'll be a criminal if her crime is Jacob fucking Black. 

She grabs his shirt tight in her fists when his thumb presses on while his index finger begins rubbing in circles. Her lungs are aching for breath as her heart is literally trying to break out of her ribcage. 

"Look at you. I am barely doing anything and you are already a hot mess." He growls into her ear whilst his movements only get fast and she feels something stir in the bottom of her stomach. It's weird but euphoric. "I want to make one thing clear. You’re mine. No other man touches you. If they do… I will rip them to pieces. Understand?" 

The blonde nods, her chest rising and falling more rapidly and louder than before. She wants him to do something more. She wants him. She needs him. 

"I mean it, Shelley." He hides his face in the crook of her neck and he buries his finger into her. 

Shelley squirms around, trying to adjust herself to the unused feeling. Just as she does, he enters another, then another. She moans, trying to keep up with his ways. But the pleasure is too much for her to bear. "I understand." 

"Good." He mumbles, his warm breath fanning against her neck as his fingers work on her. "I want to hear you say it. Who do you belong to?" 

"You." She whispers, which obviously comes out as a moan, just as his fingers drive deep, hitting a certain spot. 

"That’s right." He growls, nibbling into her neck, painting a brand new hickey on her neck. "Me." 

"Jake, I think-" 

"Let it go." 

She moans loudly as she feels the pool in her stomach release into his hand. 

Jacob slowly pulls away from her neck as his fingers draw themselves out. She cringes at the sudden emptiness when he scoops her up in his arms and lays the blonde on her bed. 

She sighs deeply, feeling tired. She cannot go to sleep. She has to stay awake for the girls' night. But her eyes are giving up. 

Jacob cleans her up with a warm cloth and changes the blonde into her pyjamas. And she lets him. She lets him do whatever the hell he wants. 

When he is done, he collects her dirty clothes and dumps them into the basket with dirty laundry. 

Then he walks back before laying beside the blonde, wrapping an arm around her. His eyes are staring down at her intensely and she blushes ten shades of red to avoid his eyes. 

"Talk to me." He whispers, caressing her cheeks with love in his eyes. Overall, there's something else that's lurking in his eyes as well. He seems to be scared. Scared that she regrets what they did. Does she regret it? No, she did enjoy every second of it without a doubt. But he is still not forgiven. She's still mad for him for cheating on her. 

"Shells. Please." Jacob mumbles with her lack of response. Desperation is clear in his voice. "Say something." 

Shelley silently stares at him without making any effort to reply. She wants him to feel bad. She wants him to suffer. 

That's when she hears the front door open and slams shut. Her eyes widen with alarm when she hears Bella's voice fill in the house along with Charlie’s. 

The blonde silently prays for Jacob to leave. She doesn't want to get caught. As if reading her mind, Jacob sighs. 

"I love you." He leans down and kisses her forehead before jumping out of the window and disappearing into the woods, leaving the blonde alone in the emptiness of her room. 

Sooner or later, Shelley finds herself watching the Captain America trilogy with her sister. 

The twins engage in a few conversations once in a while about random topics while they dig into the snacks. It is honestly fun. The blonde loves spending time with Bella. As surprising as it sounds, Bella's a great company when she wants to be. 

"How is he?" Shelley questions her sister, pointing at the screen when the winter soldier shows up with his glamorous self. 

"He is hot but-" 

The blonde cuts her off immediately, not wanting her to ruin her dying love for the metal armed man. "No butts. Bucky fucking Barnes is my favourite and he's absolutely gorgeous. You're not gonna compare your perfect boyfriend to him and say shit about him." 

"I was gonna say he isn't real." Bella's eyes lingers to her sister's neck a few seconds before she glances back to blonde's face. 

She's not really sure if Bella hasn't noticed the large ass hickey on the blonde's neck or she's simply ignoring it. Either way, the blonde is happy for not being forced to touch the subject. 

"You got me on that. Such a shame isn't it?" Shelley says with a scowl. Reality is harsh. It sucks. "It's possible that you could meet someone who's perfect for you even though you're committed to someone else? It's possible isn't it?" 

"No, no, see, I think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else." Bella smoothly handles her words, her eyes observing the blonde's reaction. "I know this isn't about the metal arm man." 

"His name is Bucky." Shelley states, shoving a handful of snacks into her mouth. "How could you even forget his name?" 

"Yeah. Whatever." Bella waves her hands in the air. "Love is a little strange. It comes and goes whenever it wants. I want you to be happy and smiling." 

"You're right. I'm done, I've wasted enough tears for people who don't even care. It's time for me to be happy." Shelley says, trying to convince herself even though part of her knows that it is not as simple as that. Whether she likes it or not, she will go back to Jacob's arms someday and no one will be able to stop it from happening. Not even herself. 

"And smile." Bella adds with a wide smile on her face. 

"And smile." The blonde repeats with a matching smile, simply enjoying the moment with her sister, completely oblivious to the hurricane silently waiting to blow down her happiness to dust.