The Consequences {Jacob Black}

Chapter LXV: Jacob's Point of View

Leah had warned us all that she wanted us to be kind to her imprint when he came by. Which was asking a lot of us. And even thought the dads, Sue, me, Seth, and even Annie were on our best behavior, she didn't seem satisfied. But you had to give the guy credit; he'd handled everything like a champ, even the sports questions that Dad and Charlie threw at him. And he was smart enough to see that Leah was a little upset and ask if she wanted to take a walk. And then everyone left, and I had my imprint lying along the couch with her head in my lap.

Nate was going to be good for Leah. There was something about him that was just as guarded as Leah usually was. And her walls were slowly, but surely coming down. We couldn't dispute it. The imprint was right once again. Just like it had been right about me and Annie. I looked down at her and smiled, noticing a little freckle on her neck, right beside where I should mark her.

In my mind, I could see her straddling me while I kissed her neck and finally sank my teeth into her flesh. I couldn't imagine what it was feel like to have her, all of her; to see her pregnant; to have her living in this house, maybe sleeping in bigger bed. I could see her with all our children. I could see it all.

"Dinner was good," I said to distract myself. She just sighed her thanks. "I can't wait for you to actually be living in this house."

"Where did that come from?" I felt the heat rush to my face.

"I was just daydreaming," I answered.

"You were daydreaming about me living in this house?" she giggled. What? Guys are allowed to dream too.

"Well, I was thinking about other things... and that led me to us having a family and finally to you living here." Her heartbeat picked up significantly, but her face didn't show that she was distressed or anything.

"You okay?" I asked when she had remained silent for longer than Annie's normal five second.

"Yeah; I was just letting you relax a little," she replied. She reached up and gingerly laid her hand over my heart.

"I maybe not be able to hear like you, but I feel it." My heart raced underneath her hand, beating almost painfully against my ribs. I couldn't take it anymore.

I wasn't sure if it was the wolf part of my brain or just the act that I was a teenage boy, but it had been harder and harder not to hold her, not to touch her lately. I could spend an eternity kissing her and be happy. I let her body smack down on the couch, hearing the springs groan a little with her weight.

"I can hear your heart," I said, keeping my lips away from hers. That was, until she licked her lips and pressed her hands flat against my chest. I settled for her jawline instead.

"You know," I began as I pressed my lips against her chin. "There are some wolf things we need to talk about." She nodded, catching my upper lip a little. I pulled away and found the side of her neck.

"Like what?"

"You ever noticed Emily's scar?" I said between kisses.

"Kind of hard to miss," she replied. I smiled and moved my way to her throat, her mango and sea salt smell permeating in my nose.

"Not that one, the one on her neck." I could see the gears in her head trying to turn again, but it was like something was making them stick. "It's a marking. It lets everyone else know you're mine."

"Like a hickey?" I nibbled at her throat a little, feeling her breath jerk in her throat a little. I pressed my lips to her main artery, feeling her life beat against my lips.

"A little more important than a hickey." I moved down her chest, wondering just how far I could take this. "The marking lets anything supernatural know that you belong to me."