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Jacob paced back and forth in front of me, running his grease-smeared hand though his short locks, yanking hard at the ends.

"I'm exactly right for you, Bella! You just won't get out of your own way enough to accept it!"

My heart skipped a beat as the wrench he was holding sailed through the stifling air of the garage, landing with a crash atop a large pile scrap metal. I flinched and my chest filled with anxiety as he tried to calm himself down, inhaling deep breaths in through his nose and shakily releasing them through barely parted lips. He was teetering on the edge. That much was obvious. But this was Jacob... my best friend. He would never hurt me.

It had been only a few days since we had last spoken, since he told me he needed time alone to think. Since he had kissed me in the dim light of my front porch, only to be rejected with my less than damaging right hook. I rubbed subconsciously at the phantom pain in my wrist.

"Jacob... I've told you before. You know how important you are to me, just not in that way" I pleaded as I looked him in the face, just below his eyes "I'm with Edward. I.. I love him. You need to respect that."

The sides of his jaw bulged as he clenched his teeth together, followed by an amused snort and rolling eyes. "I don't fucking buy it. You can't even look me in the eyes when you say it. How do you expect me to believe you feel nothing for me when it's so clear that even you don't believe it."

I gasped with indignation, feeling a hot tinge start to creep into my cheeks. "How dare you!" I stood up from my seat on the overturned crate and took a shaky step in his direction. "Don't project your fantasies onto me, Jacob Black! You can't just convince yourself something's true because you WANT it to be! I do love Edward! He is everything to me!" I was looking up directly into his eyes now.

Only the eyes staring back at me were strange... different. They weren't the eyes of my best friend. They were now darker, more feral. He shook his head back and forth briefly like a tick, almost like he was trying to shake an unwelcome thought from his mind. For a moment the outline of his shoulders appeared to vibrate. His eyes clamped shut, knuckles on his squeezed fists turned white. The wolf... the Alpha... he was too close to the surface... The pull was too strong, too consuming. I should go...

Then, as quickly has he has started to lose control, his body visibly relaxed. I let out a fast and relieved breath. That was close... His breathing sounded more even and his heavy lids opened slowly. Thank god, my Jacob... his eyes lifted to meet mine. And yet, The black eyes still remained. His neck dropped into a curious lupine tilt...

Shit. The wolf had won.

He stalked toward me with painfully slow steps. Like a predator locked onto pray. One foot creeping in front of the other, head curving to dip to opposite side. We were close enough now that I could see that thin yellow sliver of glow rim his black onyx orbs.

I didn't realize I had been backing up until the backs of my thighs hit Jacob's toolbox. My heart seized in my chest and I tried with every fiber not to let the panic spreading like wildfire reach my face. It's true, Jake would never hurt me, but I was no longer sure how much of him I was dealing with...

I now found myself nose to chest with a very broad and very... masculine body. I could see the muscles flex and clench beneath his paper thin and greasy white tee shirt. The scent of pine and earth and salt entered my nostrils, invading my brain and clouding every thought. Unable to get my legs working I knew I needed to say something, get through to my Jacob, shake him from the hold of the Alpha and instinct. I opened my mouth to speak, but all moisture was gone from my tongue.

Before I could blink, strong hands roughly grabbed the underside of my legs and bottom lifting me on top of the tool box, the force slamming my spine and head against the wall behind me... causing my vision to swim and my pulse to drum loudly in my ears. My thighs were held open wide in Jacob's forceful grip and he pushed his body forward. He didn't stop until he was pushed up right against my core, his head bent low facing my neck.

"You can deny your feelings all you want in words" he whispered low and dangerously into into my ear, "but don't you fucking pretend that I can't sense how your body reacts to me."

He removed his hands from my thighs and placed them against the wall on either side of my head, against the Ferrari poster tacked to the siding. He kept his body wedged hard to hold me place.

"You think I can't hear your heart pounding under that shirt?" His voice was powerful but seductive as he drug his thumb slowly across the top of my cleavage. "You think I can't see the goosebumps rising on your skin from a mile away, Bella?" He breathed against the shell of my ear. His faced scrunched into a look of anguish and determination as his fingers crunched the poster beneath. "You think I can't FUCKING smell you? Your arousal is so thick in this room I can fucking taste it." He hissed through gritted teeth.

"Jake... I... please.." My chest was heaving. My cheeks painted with a shameful blush. I felt paralyzed with fear. I felt so angry that my body wasn't siding with my head. That it was giving ammunition to this feral male pressing into my body. This behavior was wrong! It was dangerous, to my relationship with Edward, and to my safety. I didn't have the security of knowing the man in front of me inside and out. This Jacob was new and... uncontrolled. Running on power and instinct. He had only taken over Alpha less than a month ago and the fire inside was still so unfamiliar to us both.

"That's right, Bells." His hand came down grab my outer hip, thumb dipping in to trace the crease of my groin... so close... "I could feel the heat from your pussy before I even touched you. I can hear your lips sliding against your panties, and I know that they're swollen and soaking for me. You. Can't. Hide it from me."

Tears rolled openly down my face and I panted like I had just run a marathon. My body shook from head to toe. My center throbbed and I hated myself for pushing it softly forward into the zipper of his jeans, aching for any kind of pressure.

I felt the rumble of a dark chuckle against my forehead which now rested against Jake's chest, where I desperately tried to shelter my shame from his knowing eyes.

"You're done fighting it, Bells." He spoke with conviction as he reached between us for the top button of his pants, the back of his knuckles barely grazing my bundle of nerves through my leggings. Breath hitched in my throat as a new batch of tears spilled over and sluiced through familiar streams. The trace of the moan leaving my lips so faint that even I couldn't hear it, but it didn't go unnoticed past superhuman ears. Jake's dark eyes sparkled into mine as he roughly shoved his jeans down a few inches.

"Yo Jake, you in here ma—?" Sam Uley's voice carried through the garage. The heavy door scraped across the ground as he budged it open. His question was chopped short as he took in the scene before him. Jake... caging me against the wall, pants undone and hung dangerously low on his hips. Eyes yellow and obviously way more wolf than man. Me... cowering beneath him, face puffy with tears and shaking in terror... and maybe something else.

Sam took a deep breath through his nose, his eyes widening slightly as he undoubtedly took in my potent scent and the raw sexual nature of its musk. He recovered quickly, realizing that the moment he just witnessed was most likely less than consensual.

"JAKE!" Sam bellowed "You need to back the fuck off RIGHT fucking now." His eyes darting rapidly between Jake and myself, readying his stance to jump in and restrain him if necessary.

The Alpha's head snapped toward Sam, recognizing the authority that still lingered in the voice of his new beta. Jake's eyes drifted back to me and then down to his crotch, where the two of our bodies were still pressed together, the front of his jeans dark where I had soaked them through. When his eyes again reached mine, they were no longer black and hungry, but a warm brown that I was so used to looking at. The ones that belonged to my oldest friend.

Jake's face turned a sickly white as he launched himself from the wall and away from my body, leaving me chilled without his extraordinary heat. He shook his head from side to side in disbelief as his own consciousness regained its footing. He sucked in air like a dying fish as the realization of what he was about to do washed over his features. He looked upon my tear stained face in absolute agony... He had almost raped the love of his life against a cold wall in his garage as she trembled in fear begging him to stop. Who was he now? What was this fucking monster inside of him?!

"Bella..." he whispered as his fingers ached to reach toward my face and sooth wound he has just ripped open.

"...FUCK!" He yelled more to himself than anyone else as he sprinted from the garage, phasing immediately after clearing the doors and bounding toward the forest.

I sat, unmoving, on the metal toolbox as it continued to cool without Jake's persistant heat pressed so firmly against it. The chill most noticeable between my legs where it touched the large wet spot that had seeped through, exposing everything I felt for Jacob without words.

"Bella..." Sam approached me calmly with his palms up, like I was a wounded animal. He sounded strange, like he was trying hard not to breath through his nose. "Let's get you back to the house. Emily will help you get cleaned up."

I kept my eyes glued on the floor in shame as I lowered myself to the ground. My legs felt wobbly and not my own. The implication of what just happened draped over my shoulders like a weighted blanket, holding me down and making me feel sluggish... exhausted. Overwhelmed. Horrified. Disgracefully aroused.