"What about the others?" I manage to say. "Don't want them interfering with our plans."

"Rose is with the Denalis, not that she'd ever interfere because that's beneath her," Emm informs me. "Alice is moping around with Jazz, and as for Bella and Edward…"

"Yeah?" I lift my eyebrow at the phone.

"Edward's taking his family to the Denalis," Emm finally says. "Ostensibly to visit Rose, but he's doing it as a favor to you, Jacob."

"How so?" I say skeptically. "I've managed to block my thoughts from him. I wouldn't have had the peace I needed to come to terms with the imprint otherwise."

"Give Ed more credit, Jake," Emm says with a light chuckle. "He's aware the imprint was unraveling and he took Bella and Nessie away from you to give you space, and to prepare them for the coming disappointment. He is, after all, a good father, and he tries to be a fine husband for her."

I let out a sigh at Edward's thoughtfulness and hold the phone close to me as a lonely tear falls down from my eyes. "He's certainly not the bad guy, huh? I hope he finds peace and manages to become more than the perfect family man; I hope he finds freedom just as I have."

"He will, Jacob," Emmett says with a sigh. "Edward is tough and resilient; I'm sure he'll find a way to be free."

oOoOo

After our fateful call, I doze off for a while and yield to the stress of the week. Though the imprint's gone, it's left me feeling a bit light-headed, and the joy I feel at settling things with Emm once and for all catches up with me.

I'm out of it, lost in the twilight world of lucid dreaming when I hear Emmett's voice in the distance. I have to fight the pull of unconsciousness to break through, and what pushes me is the thought that Emm might need me. What if Sam is chasing him?

Shaking my head, I lift my torso and prop myself up on my elbows, groggily watching the door. The conversation Emm's having with Dad comes loud and clear.

"You're wily, Cullen, I'll grant you that," Dad says with a chuckle. "Don't know how you managed to convince Sam to let you through."

"I'm afraid I had to bribe him." Emm laughs. "Nothing material, of course. Just offered him the tantalizing piece of news he's wanted to hear for so long. He mellowed enough for the moment and let me through without a pip."

Shaking my head at the two men in my life behaving so immaturely, I pad softly towards the closet to grab a change of clothes and pick up a nice pair of jeans and my favorite tee.

"I see you told him about Jake's imprint?"

"That it broke and the pack won't have to worry about protecting Nessie?" Emm says softly from the living room. "Course I did. Sam lapped it up and just motioned for me to go through."

Quickly donning my clothes, I slip my feet onto my comfortable boots and grab a bag to stuff my clothes. Ruffling my messy hair, I cup my palm in front of my mouth to check if I have bad breath.

I step towards the door and close my hand around the doorknob, wishing my vamp wasn't so talkative. I'm blushing already; my father is quick-witted and he'll draw his own conclusions about our outing.

Rushing to the living room, I hold up my bag protectively in front of me. "Dad, gonna go with Emmett for the night and tomorrow."

"It's fine…"

"I'll make it up, I promise!" I rush to say. "Now that I don't have to be with Ness twenty-four seven, I'll catch up with school. Wanna graduate with the others."

"I said it's ok, Jacob," Dad says in a soothing voice. "You've proved to be a grown man, able to take care of yourself. Just know I'm here if you want to talk things over."

"That's so cool, Dad!" I smile like a fool, relieved by his easy acceptance. Dad's always been like that, unfazed by what I did as long as I followed my moral compass. This time seems to be no different.

I'm proved wrong by the way he glances up at Emmett and smirks. Dad motions to the door. "I believe you two have things to 'discuss.' Have fun but do take care of my son, Cullen."

Emmett nods at him and then lifts his chin to flash me a reassuring smile. I manage to fashion a curt reply, all the while blushing like crazy. "See you soon, Dad, and thanks."

oOoOo

"Are you still embarrassed?" Emmett's voice is soft as he fiddles with the controls of the radio in his huge-ass car.

"A little bit." My foot taps to the thrumming beat of the Shinedown song coming over the Boise loudspeakers.

"I thought it was better for me to smooth things over with your dad." Emm glances at me, his huge hands holding the wheel as he threads his way into the traffic of Bogachiel Avenue. "I want you to feel safe; that's why I've tried to get to know Billy better. I know he worries about your welfare. He'd often call the house to ask about how Nessie and the others were treating you; that's how he got to know me."

"He never mentioned it."

"Didn't want you to worry, I guess." Emmett shrugs and raises his hand to nudge the rearview mirror. "You had enough on your plate, dealing with Nessie."

"I'm glad that's over and done with." I scoot over and lay my head on his cold shoulder, his body comforting me. I tilt up my chin to glance at him. "This place we're going, how far is it?"

"The Renaissance Motel's ten minutes away in the Hoh Rain Forest, down US101." Emm leans down his head so his cheek rubs the top of my head. "Actually, I thought about using Esme's cottage but this way is better. This place will be new for both of us, plus in the motel I'll have to watch my strength. It's better for our first time."

"Is that so?" I flash him a wicked smirk. "What if it turns out I'm the one who needs to watch my strength?"

"Believe me, wolf." The corners of his lips lift up in a dirty smile. "I'm looking forward to that."

We spend the rest of the drive in comfortable silence. Then Emmet parks his Jeep and we amble into the lobby, holding our bags as we check in. The clerk, a young woman, glances at Emmett with lust in her eyes. When she notices me, her cheeks flush as she processes his credit card without saying a word; finally, she nods at the elevator doors. "Your room is 202, gentlemen. Thank you for choosing us and enjoy your stay at the Renaissance."

Once I close the door of our room, I throw the bag at the chair and stalk towards him, lifting my hand to cup his cheek, my thumb rubbing the place where it dimples.

"Let's not take it slow, ok?" I cant my chin up to kiss him, my tongue lapping the seam of his mouth. "I want to let go of the past; to fuck you, and for you to fuck me hard. Wanna try it all, to have what the imprint denied me for so long."

"I don't need persuading, Jacob," he says, leaning close so his girth nudges my hips. "You want to top tonight?"

"Mmh." I bask in his bulk looming over me, giving me the security of his presence. Tonight I want to feel safe and protected, to forget the imprint ever held sway over me and bent me to its will. However, uttering these words would make me look like a teenage girl, so instead I lower my hand, pressing my palm flat against the bulge in his pants as I burrow my face in his strong chest, inhaling the musky scent that is Emmett.

"I see," he mumbles against my hair, his hand slipping into my jeans to reach down and cup my rump, his thumb sinking in my crease. "You want me to plow this tight ass, right?" His thumb circles my hole and I jerk my hips, squirming as I seek to prolong the fleeting contact.

"I want to feel you stretch around my dick," he says as we move in perfect synchrony to approach the bed. He shoves me back, his knees nudging my legs open just before he leans down and yanks the bedspread and throws it to the floor.

"I've thought about this for so long!" I breathe the words against his cold neck, my fingers yanking at the buttons on his silk shirt. Then my tongue laves the pale expanse of his broad chest while Emmett's fingers pull up the hem of my shirt, our smooth contact breached when I raise my arms so Emm can slip the tee off my torso. He shrugs off his own shirt which pools down around his midriff, hanging from the waistband of his pants.

My eyes drink the sight of this exposed Adonis, fingers chasing the faint shadows of his ridged muscles.

"Like what you see?" He flashes a predatory smirk at me while his fingers deftly unbutton the fly of my jeans, his thumb tracing the V cut of my hips.

"Certainly."

"You're so… perfect." His gaze is so intense, I cannot help but shiver as his eyes trace my chest, his fingers caressing my flanks before he wraps his thumbs around the belt loops of my jeans and yanks them down. I shimmy my hips and the pants slide down, the rough denim against my thighs making me shudder.

"Going commando, good." Emmett leers at me as my dick bobs free, the cockhead an engorged purple that glistens by the lamplight in the bedroom.

Then he manhandles me in a blur, his movement hardly visible to my wolf senses as he shoves me onto the bed. I end up sprawled, Emmett looming over me as he pulls my boots off my feet and then the socks, finally yanking the jeans off my feet and throwing them onto the carpeted floor.

The rustling sound of his clothes tell me he's undressed himself in the time it takes to prop myself up on my elbows; my gaze sliding down his alabaster body, every muscle is taut in the lamplight until I reach his groin. His thick girth jutting proudly from his groin causes saliva to pool on my mouth. I can hardly wait to taste him.

He has other ideas, though. Rough fingers caress my inner thighs as he pulls up my legs, knees touching my chest as I lay there, exposed to his hungry eyes as he scoots forward on his knees, the mattress dipping under his weight as he moves towards me.

"Want me to eat you out?" he growls, the sound of his dirty words causing my hole to clench in anticipation. "Want me to lick you open and spread you on my fingers before I fuck you?"

"Emm!" I moan brokenly, twisting my neck to hide my flushed face from him. I shudder, imagining what I must look like, my hole quivering and needy, hungry for his cock.

"God, Emm!" I yelp when I feel cold wetness lapping at my entrance. Emm's talented tongue circles my hole, his thumb pressing my taint as he nibbles at the puckered ring of muscle, humming against my entrance. I buck up my hips, seeking more of the teasing contact. Emm refuses to breach me, though, seemingly content to lap around my rim.

Then I feel his fingers kneading my buttocks, spreading me as his thumbs nudge my hole open. Cold lips nibble the rim before the flat of his tongue impales me. My hips jerk reflexively as I seek to impale myself on his agile tongue.

"Emmett, fuck me!" I tilt up my sweaty head, moaning at the sight of his black hair between my legs as he licks me open.

"First I'll prepare you," he groans, slick finger sliding down my crease before entering me. Wondering when he had the time to grab the lube when he was so busy eating me out, I grimace at the slight burn of him stretching my walls, but his tongue has fucked me enough, and I'm slick and open as his nimble fingers begin to rub against my walls in earnest.

He nudges something deep in me that causes me to see stars.

"What was that?"

"Seems I found your prostate." He chuckles darkly. "Wait until I thrust my dick inside your needy hole, you'll love it then."

His dirty answer coaxes a groan out of me. My nerves are raw and frazzled, and everything seems magnified, the light too intense, the sheets rough against my sweaty back, Emm's musky scent too much as he towers above me, his slick cockhead rubbing against my neglected cock before he closes his thumb and forefinger around himself, lowering his girth until it strikes a glancing blow against my trembling hole.

"You want me, Jake?" The bastard sneers, as if it wasn't plain enough.

"Fuck you! Don't tease me, man!" I snarl at him. "I'll have you begging for my dick soon enough."

"As you wish." I feel his cockhead rubbing my rim and then he thrusts his hips, forcing his way inside my slick channel. Cold fingers splay against my cheek as Emm watches me intently, obviously gauging my pain.

He's prepared me thoroughly enough, so there's only a slight burning sensation as he slides inside me, inch by tantalizing inch until he's so deep inside, I swear I can feel him pressing against my throat.

"You ok?"

"Fine, just… move."

He withdraws, and I hook my ankles around his neck, my walls clenching reflexively around him, wanting to keep him inside me.

"God, Jake, you feel so hot and tight around me, it'll make me come!" He lowers his head, his forehead touching mine as his dick twitches inside me. I swear I can feel every ridged vein on his shaft as he withdraws until the crown of his dick stretches my rim, only to thrust his girth inside me once more, the slick sound of his thighs slapping against my ass drowning out my grunts.

He scoots forward as he starts to fuck me in earnest, my legs bent so my knees press against my sweaty chest, his thumb tweaking my nipple until the nub is hard. Canting up my hips, I seek the deepest penetration.

He rolls his hips when he bottoms out, the perfect angle causing his cock to nudge my prostate. I sneak down my hand to touch my unattended cock, but he bats it away.

"Allow me," he says hoarsely as he closes his fist around my dick, his fingers a soothing relief as his coldness seeps against my hot body from above and inside me.

This is too much. His thick girth spreads me open and rubs my walls deliciously; the constant jabbing of my prostate and his fingers slick and cold around my shaft make me come with a hoarse grunt, my seed painting my chest white and splattering against my chin. I clench hard around him and he doesn't last long, it takes only a few thrusts until he climaxes inside me, his cool seed bathing my insides which feel raw and swollen.

He pulls out with a reluctant sigh, the plopping sound of his dick as it leaves me coaxing a blush out of me. Then he rushes to the bathroom and comes back with a towel which he uses to clean us.

I'm still high from my climax as he spoons behind me, his cold arms wrapped tight around my chest as his chin nudges my ear. "Was it good for you, Jacob?"

"The first and the best ever," I say with a contented sigh. "I don't know how we'll top this, but I'm sure we will. How about you?"

"Unbelievable." Emmett sighs, his fingers rubbing my brow. "I just can't find the words to describe what I feel right now. I don't want to sound mushy, but…"

"C'mon, man!" I crane my neck to flash him a reassuring smile. "We've shared videogames, root for the same sports team, dabble with cars and stuff – not to mention battling newborns and Volturi. I know you well, and I won't think you're mushy."

"Well, in that case…" he leans down to kiss my cheek, then his fingers cradle my face as he whispers in my ear, "What I said before is the truth. I want forever with you, as much as you're willing to give me. You've wormed your way into my life, and I wouldn't be able to live without you. Guess what I mean to say is that I want you, cherish you and… love you."

I turn my body so I face him, my hand reaching out so my fingers chase any doubts out of his chiseled face. "You wanna know the truth? The time I spent as Nessie's slave was hideous, only the joy of your presence made it bearable. You laughed with me, shared games and bad puns. You opened yourself to me and showed me what a great person you are."

"You're perfect yourself," Emm mutters, his thumb tracing the furrows on my brow at his words. "I'll just have to convince my stubborn wolf of that. You're fascinating."

"Nope, I've let go of my past thanks to your soul, far more dazzling than all your vamp allure." I lean forward, my lips brushing his smooth cheek as I whisper against his beloved face. "You're my beacon and solace, and I'll love you with all that I am as long as my heart beats."

The End