A/N: Wow, it has been waaaay too long. I am so sorry to everyone who is still reading this or has at least come to check it out and found that I finally updated. It's not even a long chapter. I got very side tracked and real life got in the way for far too long. I'm back now! Anyway, sorry again for the wait, here it is!
Ps. I don't own the characters or anything like that! Just the plot. And Caden, I own him
Bad Romance
I want your drama, the touch of your hand You know that I want you
I want your leather studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love
(Love, love, love, I want your love)
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, bad romance
I am what you would call an over thinker. I think way too much. I go over the negative, the positive and then the negative again. I have always been that way, and probably will always be that way. I don't view myself as a bad person, but I would never have gone so far to think of myself as a goddess. I suppose I have always thought of myself as different from the other wolves, more as a freak accident of nature than a goddess though. I've never had the freedom of being able to do anything I wanted before. Here I have that freedom. I have the freedom to do literally anything I want to do. The question is; what do I want to do? To that, I have no answer. I can't be anyone's role model. I can barely make the right choices for myself, let alone for other people.
How do I look into one of the younger wolves eyes and tell them that they should embrace this life, when I have not? I have never wanted this life, have literally cursed it and yet here I am. What am I doing here? Why did I choose to come? I suppose that after all the times of being unwanted, being wanted sounded too good to pass up. Now that I'm here, it just seems too good to be true. Nothing really great ever happened in my life, at least not for long anyway. Why should I believe this to be any different? There is a banquet in my honour tomorrow night. It all seems like too much for me. Really, I don't feel that I should be honoured. Plus, I'll have to be nice. I really hate being nice.
Then there's Jacob. He has been really…sweet. And trust me, sweet is not a word I often use for anything, ever. I feel like I would follow him to the end of the world with a big, sappy smile on my face. That is not a good thought. It is a very scary feeling, love is. I swore I would never love again, yet here it is.
I walked slowly back to the house. I could see Jake's shower along the bathroom mirror. As I entered the bathroom, I slowly shredded my clothing, leaving it on a pile next to his. I paused for a moment, just looking at the two piles of clothes. It felt strange to see another pile of clothes next to mine. Looking at them, I almost lost my nerve before getting into the shower with Jake. Then I remember who I was. I am Leah Clearwater, badass and not afraid of anything, especially not showering with a man. I could tell that Jake was pretending not to know I was there, he was a wolf after all. And my, what a wolf he was, especially when he was naked.
"I thought you could use a little company." I said, sliding my arms around him.
"Well it did seem a tad bit lonely in here." He replied, turning around and kissing me.
One hand wrap around my back and the other found my breast quite easily. I moaned, breaking the kiss as he took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He began kissing down the side of my face, and nipping at my skin when he came in contact with my neck. I assumed he would stop there, but after a short pause, he continued trailing his lips downward. I threw my head backwards when his mouth came in contact with my breast. When he continued his trail even further downward, I pressed my hands onto the wall for balance. Somehow I still managed to remember not to press too hard. I didn't want to have to stop because I fell through the wall.
"Too much, Jacob! If you don't stop I'm going to…"
His dark eyes peered up to me, "You're going to what, Leah?" He continued stroking me as he spoke. I was so worked up, I couldn't make out the words.
"It's ok, Leah. Come, come for me."
With that, and his hot mouth on me, I came. Jake held my legs steady as I came down from my high, panting. The water was still on, the steam rising out of the shower. I put my hands on Jake's shoulders and pulled him up to meet me. I kissed him passionately and I could feel his hard on between us. I reached down to touch it but his hand reached mine first. I broke the kiss and looked up at his, surprised.
"That was just for you. You need to relax. It's not always about me, giving you pleasure give me pleasure." With that he smiled, turned the shower off and stepped out.
As I followed him I realized that not only would I follow him where ever life took him, that I would love every second of it.