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Jacob’s POV

Ian loved putting me in the tight spot. I don’t know why, but he just did. He seemed to love how I felt whenever he was doing that. Maybe that was his way of getting revenge for coming into his life and ruining things for him and his little girlfriend.

He might not blame me loudly, but I knew he felt that way. If I hadn’t come here, she wouldn’t have heard our conversation and found out what we were. If I didn’t come here then she wouldn’t have been kidnapped by Freya. Freya wouldn’t have killed her and she shouldn’t have turned into a vampire.

All that was bound to happen anyways, but it seemed like I was the one who only sped up the time for it to happen.

I ran my hands through my hair. Now every chance he gets he prefers to torture me with the best friend.

Fuck.

I hadn’t been able to get her off my head since that night we fucked. I could still feel her around my cock for days. And I wanted to fuck her again and again but I didn’t know how to approach her. She always had this scowl on her face whenever she saw me around.

The fact that I still wanted to fuck her didn’t mean that I hated her less. I hated her all the same. She was very rude and spoilt, probably because of her background and the way she was brought up.

And she was way too bold for her own good. With a mouth like hers, she could easily get herself in trouble with any short-tempered vampire. She was lucky I wasn’t that hot tempered and I could still manage her shitty character.

Okay, not that shitty. But I didn’t like her. I couldn’t like her. She was an human girl and that wouldn’t turn out well. Everything was already going bad in the realm, and me falling in love with an human girl would only complicate things more and I wasn’t ready for that.

But I still wanted to fuck her nonetheless. I still wanted to feel her around my cook, squeezing. I wanted to see her legs shaking once again when I was fucking her. I wanted to do a lot of dirty things to her, fuck. I couldn’t just get it off my head.

I stood in front of the door of their new house and knocked. “Coming,” she called out and then I heard her footsteps. She opened the door and her neutral face turned into a scowl the moment she realized it was me.

“What do you want?” She asked, her scowl deepening each second as she stared st me. She looked like she really wanted to kill me. I narrowed my eyes at her and said nothing, walking into the house and my shoulders brushing against hers in a not so gentle manner.

“You can’t just waltz in here and act like you own the place,” she snapped, slamming the door shut and stalking to me.

“I can, and I already did,” I answered flatly and sat on the couch. Like I said, she was very rude and spoilt. A polite person would have at least treated before demanding what I wanted but she wasn’t a polite person. She was far from it.

“I want you out of my house right now,” she snapped. I groaned, wondering why Ian decided to make me, of all people, be the one watching over her till he and Sophia gets back.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that. I know that Ian had already informed you that I’m the one who’s going to be watching over you till he and Sophia comes back,” I snapped. “So stop being a baby and fucking act matured!”

“Did you just call me…immature?” She whispered and I rolled my eyes.

“Look,” I began but she gave me the finger.

“You’re am asshole,” she snapped and stalked away, marching up the stairs and shutting a door loudly.

I winced and rolled my eyes, rubbing my forehead. She needed to act matured and not like a fucking baby. Jeez. How was Sophia able to cope with her?

I ran my hands through my hair in utmost annoyance and got up from the couch, walking up to her room and knocking the door lightly.

“What do you want?” She snapped. I decided to try if the door was locked and it wasn’t. I opened the door and walked into my room. “What if I was naked?” She asked, her eyes narrowed at me.

“I came here to give you something,” I murmured. That wasn’t why I was here, but I didn’t know why I had come here anyway. I put my hands in my pockets and fished out the necklace I had Lyanna make for her.

It was a vervain necklace. It was going to protect her from being compelled. I didn’t know why I went through the stress of having Lyanna make it for her, but if J was going to keep her safe then she needed it anyways.

“What do you want to give me?” She asked with a scowl, facing me. I took the necklace out of my pocket and threw it to her. She caught it and stared at it. “Why are you giving me this? It’s… beautiful.”

She stared at me suspiciously.

“You have to wear that at all times,” I told her.

“Why?”

“It’s going to give you immunition from being compelled,” I replied.

“Compelled?” She asked, confused.

“Look it up in relation to vampires,” I answered flatly while she struggled to put it around her neck but she couldn’t. I rolled my eyes with a sigh and walked to her, taking the necklace from her and helping her put it around her neck.

“Well, thank you,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” I answered icily and began walking to the door.

Her question made me halt. “Is this how we’re going to keep acting like nothing happened between us?”

I gritted my teeth as I turned to her slowly. “k didn’t know we were supposed to talk about it.”

“Why shouldn’t we?” She asked, getting up from the bed and walking up to me. “We fucked, and then the next day to were acting as if nothing happened. And you began to ignore me in the house as if I didn’t exist!”

“You also didn’t talk to me, Jenny,” I pointed out.

“Only because you were ignoring me!” She defended and I shook my head.

“I never ignored you. I was busy. And you could have come to me if you wanted to talk to me,” I answered, taking a step forward. We were so close to each other that I could practically feel the heat from her skin.

“Tell me, did you let another man touch you after that time?” I asked, my eyes darkening as I stared down at her.

“What?”

“Did you let another man fuck you?” I repeated.

Her nostrils flared and her eyes widened a bit before she was glaring at me. “You have no right to ask that.”

“You are the one who wanted to talk about that night,” I reminded her, grabbing her by the elbow and pulling her to me. Her chest collided with mine. “So answer me. Do you remember what I told you that night?”

She remained quiet and I could hear her heartbeat quickening. Fuck. I could smell her arousal.

“Do you remember?” I asked her again and she nodded. “Good girl. What was it I told you?”

“You said only you get to fuck me,” she whispered.

“Good. And have you let another man touch you? Fuck you?” I demanded and she shook her head in the negative.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I asked.

She stared into my eyes, searching, before she nodded her head tentatively. I found my hand under her skirt instantly and I bit back a groan when I realized that she wasn’t wearing panties.

No panties at all. And her clit was slick with her wetness.

I plunged a finger inside of her instantly, and began to pump in and out of her. She held my arms as she squeezed around me, her eyes fluttering open and close as a moan escaped her lips.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I demanded as I added another finger, hitting her spot mercilessly.

“Jacob,” she moaned out softly and bent my head slightly, biting on her neck. Her legs were shaking lightly and I increased the pace. She bent her neck, giving me more access, and I had the overwhelming urge to mark her. At the same time she shattered on my fingers, holding on tight to me for balance.

I sucked on her skin, and I could feel my canines elongating. I removed my fingers from her immediately and vamped away before I could do what I would end up regretting.

Before I could mark her.