Last Shot (Jacob Black) [3] COMPLETE

6. La Ville de L'Amour

WARNING: THIS CHAPER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT THAT MAY BE DISLIKED BY SOME READERS.

READER DIGRESSION ADVISED

~Jazmine~

I take my hair down and shake it out. I catch a figure in the mirror and look over my shoulder, seeing nothing. I look back in the mirror and it passes by again. I stand up and grab one of my daggers. I walk into the main room in the house and grip the handle. I hear a noise and I spin around holding the dagger defensively. I feel a hand on my hip before I'm spun around. An arm catches mine and flips me over the couch. I look up and set my dagger down. Jacob chuckles down at me before helping me stand up.

"Why the hell did you do that!?!" I whisper yell slamming my hands against his chest. He smiles at me.

"Because I was testing how much of a wolf you really are. You clearly don't want to be, you went for the daggers, and you didn't even let your eyes glow or bare fangs. You only did it to heal, and you probably won't be part wolf for much longer. Which is a good thing." He replies.

"How is that a good thing exactly?" I cross my arms.

"Because if you're a wolf, I can't do this." He pulls me against him and our lips crash head on. My heart flutters and he smirks against my lips. "Or this." His lips plant kisses on my collar bone. I bite my lip and close my eyes. His lips trail up my neck and I open my eyes. "Or this." He picks me up and presses my back against a wall and our lips meet. His hands stay on my thighs, holding me up, mine slide into his short black hair. Our lips move in tune with each other. I use the wall to push myself up higher so I can kiss him better. We both smile into the kiss. "And I know for a fact that it wouldn't exactly be safe to do this." He pulls my shirt off and throws it down. I pull his shirt off and smirk. I walk back until we're in the bedroom. I push him down on the bed and crawl on top of him. My hair surrounding our faces like a curtain. We both smile before our lips crash again. His hands slide from my waist to my hips. Our lips press harder against the other's. My hands guide his down slowly before they tangle in his hair. He flips us over and my hands move across his shoulders and back, learning every inch. His lips press against my neck, my heart flutter again, but I force it down. He kisses my stomach and trails upward slowly. They linger on my breast and neck, slowly trailing along my jaw before meeting my lips again. They move with passion and lust, getting harder each time they meet.

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I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my chin on his shoulder. I gently kiss his neck, he smiles and rolls his eyes.

"You're a dork." He chuckles. "Adorable, but none the less a dork."

"I may be adorkable, but you still love me." I smirk.

"Did you just make up a word?" He asks.

"What? Adorkable? That's a word. I didn't make it up." I reply.

"I love you dork." He states.

"I love you too ass." I retort. He spins around and our lips collide. We both smile and pull away.

"I may be an ass, but you still love me." He whispers in my ear.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." I whisper back. His hands grip my hips and I feel his soft breath against my skin.