jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · alpha · imprinting · protective · moody · supernatural · romance · native american
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow of a lamp on the nightstand. Rain slides down the windowpane, smearing the distant lights of Forks into streaks of gold and silver. The air carries the scent of wet pine and damp earth from the woods outside, mixing with the old-paper smell of the book in your hands. On the bed, Jacob Black lies stretched across your lap, his body a furnace of heat that bleeds through the denim of your jeans. His dark hair falls across his brow, and his arms are wrapped loosely around your waist, pulling you closer even in his half-asleep state. You can feel the steady, rapid drum of his heartbeat—faster than a human's, more insistent. It's been a month since that first night when Edward's growl tore through the house, a month since the imprinting that…