Fuck his life.

Of all the days for everything to go wrong, it had to be today? The most important day I his life so far. After the late night dinners, frustrating and almost there make-out sessions in the middle of the forest, and the years apart they managed to sneak sights of each other through. After the damned fitting and and measuring and re-measuring to get the damned tux to fit his seven foot frame correctly? Damn, damn, damn, fuck his life.

Where is my bride?

That's right ladies and gentlemen, Jacob Black was standing at the make shift alter in the middle of the Reservation Square, ready to be married to the love of his life, his imprint, and she was nowhere to be found. Her bridesmaids hadn't shown up either. Them being Alice, Leah, Faye, and Esmerelda. He was getting more than a bit nervous. He'd been ready to throw up when Edward came into the room he was dressing in and told him it was time. Dressed in the traditional black tux before the Forks Justice, he was more coerced than usual, much more. But that was not what bothered him at the moment, even if the tux was a little restricting and the pants were doing something funny to his manliness. It was her, he wanted to see her, unharmed, and on time. But no, he'd been standing there for about forty-five minutes, waiting like she was actually going to show up.

I got ditched at the freaking alter…

Edward squeezed his shoulder comfortingly, dressed in the same black tux appropriate wedding attire. He wished that helped even the slightest, but it didn't. That was until he heard her heart beating and closed his eyes. She was close, getting closer with footsteps other than her own. Was she barefoot? He thought so, she was saying something and he noticed Edward's disapproving look as Esmerelda and the rest of the bridesmaids came through the brush wearing different dresses than they had been before.

What the hell happened to you?

Esmerelda looked at him from around Jake's bare shoulder.

Wandering vampires got a hold of her scent, remnants of the Volturi. It's cool now.

His eyes widened and Jacob knew there was something they were hiding from him. However, his attention got torn away as the flower girls, a younger pair of girl from the Reservation, came down the aisle, tossing flowers over the stone trail leading up to the alter and his breath escaped him.

Goddamn, was that going to be his for the rest of his life?

Score.

More than any other time he'd seen her, close to naked and other times, she was glowing, beautiful then. Marching with a steady clack of her heels and her brother guiding her down the aisle past the standing members of the tribe and the rest of the Olympic Coven. Evan and company being the newest additions. He bit his lip to silence a soft groan of pleasure watching her come closer to him, smiling at him through the veil. She smelled like she'd just stepped out of the shower and through a perfectly scented room, she smelled nice but the tattoo of her heart bothered him. She'd had a bit of a scare.

Didn't matter it seemed. The dress was beautifully crafted for her, probably Alice's doing. A pure white over her caramel skin a corset style bodice that was pretty much transparent below her bust line to her waist. He skin color made it look like another layer of fabric but the well disguised hint of flesh didn't escape Jacob's eyes as they stopped and Joshua lifted the veil from over her head to kiss her cheek and hand her off with that same brotherly glare. After eight year of being together, and never intimate, her brother still didn't trust him as far as he could throw him.

Her hand felt warm in his as she stepped up to stand on level with him, even in her heels she was still shorter than him and looked up at him with a sweet and apologetic smile. He shook his head and nodded in understanding. Keeping her on the Reservation was bound to attract some attention as more and more vampires showed up and disappeared. There were times when they were sure they were going to move to protect the Olympic peninsula. Unfortunately, there was nowhere safest for Elena here, and no place else they could protect from. During their college years, she'd been attacked and it didn't make her even reconsider changing her mind. She was a successful engineer now, crossing boundaries all over the place and he couldn't be more proud of her. He would have to ask her later what the hell happened though.

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered to witness the joining of two lives in an unshakeable bond that will last through the ages."

She smiled and he knew what she was thinking.

If that was true why do wolves need to imprint and humans get divorces?

It wouldn't do to be snarky at their wedding. They hadn't really payed much attention to what he was saying until the mention of vows came up.

"Jacob, please recite your vows to her."

He swallowed a bit nervously. He hadn't had an idea of what he was going to say in this mini declaration of love to her. He'd tried writing it and nothing stuck. He opened his mouth and hoped he'd fixed that filter that had gone haywire before Bella's death.

"I wish I knew how to quit you sometimes, Elena." He said laughing softly. She blinked in surprise and the rest of the crowd started muttering to themselves.

"I really wish there was an antidote for whatever you've done to me… It would be nice to have every time you prove me wrong."

The audience laughed and he laced her fingers through his and smiled.

"Even when you frustrate, annoy, and tease me to just before my breaking point, even when we fight and don't speak to each other for our record of a week…I can't seem to get enough of you. I'm not letting you go anywhere, Que Qwole."

There was a string of gasps from the wedding party and her eyes softened.

"With this ring I do thee wed," he said trembling as he slid the ring onto her finger.

"I only tease you because you try to prove me wrong." Edward snickered behind Jacob and the wedding party joined in. "That and I can't seem to make an antidote for you."

They'd been to a few wedding and never had anyone laughed during the exchange of vows. Jacob squeezed her hand with a look of love.

"You annoy me Jacob Black in ways that I can't explain. You've yelled and screamed and hated me, and somehow we're here after all that… I don't know what the hell you've done to me, but I guess I could tolerate the rest of my life with you."

Jacob grimaced, "I thought this was a declaration of love."

"If it isn't rough, it isn't love." She said sweetly, "and we've had out heaping share of rough during this relationship haven't we?"

Esmerelda snickered behind her.

"Trust me, if I didn't love you I would not be in this overly priced dress and dolled up like a mail order bride."

He hung his head, even on their wedding day she couldn't be sweet to him. She lifted his head on the edge of her finger.

"I love you, Jacob Black… all jokes aside." She said softly and reached for his ring, much bigger than her own. "With this ring… I guess I do thee wed."

He chuckled at her snarkiness as she slid the ring on his finger and they turned to look at the Justice.

"So long as there are no objections," he started. "I pronounce these two man and wife… You may kiss the bride."

"Not if I kiss him first," and she did, covering his lips with her own and wrapping her arms around his neck in a flush of happiness.

Jacob chuckled into the kiss. What had he gotten himself into, marrying this girl? Throughout their entire relationship, she pushed him, challenged him, and rarely submitted. Were the sure Jacob was the destined Alpha and not her? He lifted her up into his arms and she clung to him in surprise. He grinned and carried her down the aisle, kissing her cheeks gently as they threw rice over their heads.

"Never expected this did you," Elena asked looking up at him.

"I hoped for it—though after that cliff diving incident and my proposal kept getting interrupted…I was beginning to lose a bit of hope."

She laughed as Esmerelda became MC and the wedding party started in the space between the Black and Lune properties. She got to change into a shorter version of the white gown so they wouldn't have to have a huge cleaning issue later. They shared caked and got icing everywhere, including their mouths and somewhere in between sucking the icing off his fingers and putting more of it on his face, Elena realized the feral gleam in Jacob's eyes. It wasn't surprising seeing as how… they hadn't been intimate in their years of dating. She had no intention of not being able to traditionally wear white at her wedding and him being a growing man was getting more frustrated with each passing day. When the warmth of his tongue lapped the icing off her cheek and someone caught a picture of it, she knew her reign of feigning of the night was at an end. He knew it too, from the moment she said "I do."

The wedding reception winded down and in true father fashion, Carlisle and Billy had paid for their honeymoon in Sicily, Italy. Their flight left that night and they were closer to passing out than anything by then. The party had afforded her a few extra days to collect her nerves and tell herself it was okay… That wasn't much though.

They arrived in Italy in the late afternoon, checked in and ordered food and Elena headed into the bathroom to change.

"Hey sweetheart, you can read Italian right? I have no idea what this map says," he called in middle of her slipping the gown on.

"Yes, don't worry we won't get lost," she said.

He refolded the map and stood a little suspicious of what she was doing. He promised himself that he wouldn't force her, that just wasn't in his nature, but if he had to go another night watching her sleep and not naked and in his arms heavily sated from a very long love making session, he would be one very angry puppy. He pressed his ear to the door, hearing nothing but ruffling and calming breath from the other side.

"Babe, what are you doing?"

"When I left, I went home," she said, stepping back against the door to look at herself in the full mirror.

The version the Volturi made her wear was nothing compared to this. The material was thinner and it wrapped instead of zipped. The clip held her hair on one side out of her face and something about it made her hair seem wilder, fuller, flowing around her face. She tugged at the ends, wishing it was longer all around instead of cut with large slits to her hips and falling around her toned legs, tapering to its longest point at mid-thigh where her legs separated. She wondered if that was the maker's attempt at modesty.

"Oh yeah? What happened?"

"I found a few things…my inheritance besides the house."

"What's wrong?" He asked as the door opened and he stared at her, swallowing the possessive groan that welled up in his throat.

Dear god she was going to kill him if that wasn't a wedding gift for him. She looked like she stepped out of Quileute legends. A beautiful goddess meant too grace the land with abundance. He swallowed again and stepped back as she looked down in embarrassment. He knew she was pretty used to wearing revealing things for the most part, he didn't think this was part of her radar.

The material was thin and white enough to be colored by her skin and left little to the imagination. It wrapped around her body like a glove at her torso but and higher it draped and stretched over her breasts and shoulders. He shuddered at the next wave of desire washing over him.

"Elena…"

"I, um…I'm new to this so…"

He smiled and took her hand, leading her to the bed, never looking away as he dimmed the light and fell onto the bed, looking up at her in all her glory.

"Is this a present for me?" He whispered, running a hand over the curve of her hip and growing, feeling nothing but smooth skin beneath it.

"I-I suppose you can think of it like that."

He gave her a feral grin up at her, "In all these years… you haven't read that manual Emily gave you huh?"

She shook her head, "I haven't had a chance."

He smiled, this would be fun then as he pulled her to straddle his hips and settle into his lap.

"I promise not to not make you scream too much."

"What?" He kissed her, running his hands all over her and her breath was already coming in short pants.

He snuck a sly hand underneath the back side of the gown and she jumped, feeling his fingers slip underneath her and rub gently. He lips pressed open mouthed nips and kissed along her pulse line and collar bone. She almost went blind with the new sensation. It wasn't as if he hadn't groped her before, it had happened and depending on her mood he got slapped for it.

She was jerked from her thoughts as something was inside her and she let out a scream of surprise. He grinned at her and pulled her down to flip them over so he was on top, her legs spread and clenching his hips as he worked his finger and made her squirm, teasing and kneading her breasts with the other hand. There was something devilish in his grin, watching her loose her mind to the pleasure he gave her. He kissed her and swallowed her moans and screams when he found that spot inside her that made her voice go an octave higher.

He didn't expect that dominating her this way would feel so good. Her face was flushed and her chest heaved, flustered and submissive. God he loved seeing her like this and would draw this out for as long as possible. Rather than removing the dress just yet, he pulled away the part giving her a bit of modest and she froze up, turning her head away.

"Submit," he said baring his teeth and snarling at her, the wolf instincts were definitely taking over now.

She whimpered and bared her neck, for him to bite the soft flesh there. She yelped beneath him and he licked the injured spot gently and nuzzled her in apology. She looked up at him as he slid down her body and in between her legs and covered her mouth as he tasted her and growled, the vibrations transferring to her already sensitized body as he held her thrashing body down and continued to taste.

She smelled wonderful to him and tasted even better and he grinned a little inside. She should have read the damned book and maybe it wouldn't be such a surprise that he was enjoying very much the power he had over her body. It was a wolf thing to sense what his lover wanted and damned if he was going to deliver. It made him probe deeper at the idea of making her pass out from pleasure and tasting her essence as if wet his face.

She screamed above him and her hands gripped his head, tugging erratically at his hair as he licked and probed her gently to relax her enough. She was a virgin and he wasn't exactly small…at all. He didn't want to hurt her and doubted that the preparation wouldn't last for a very long time.

"P-Please…st-stop…" she whimpered tugging weakly at his hair, her eyes hazy with pleasure as he lifted his head from her and raked his eyes over her shivering form. He slowed the thrust of his fingers but didn't stop, he'd managed three without breaking the spell of pleasure. Jacob's chest filled with pride as he kissed her lips softly, domineering the kiss and enjoying her submission as she whimpered at the carnality of it. He bet his mouth still tasted like her.

"Tired?" he whispered, still fingering her and stretching her for what was to come.

"St-Stop… teasing me…" She whined arching her body against him and running her leg up his own in a very sensual manner.

Elena didn't seem to understand what she was asking for.

"I don't want to hurt you," he clarified. "I'm not teasing you. When you get it, you'll get it, but not before I'm sure I won't hurt you."

He pecked her lips and trailed down to her nipple, tugging it into his mouth with suction that made her body arch and that hand in his hair tug more urgently. She was about to come again and then she would be ready. It hit her like a cyclone and he body still trembled as he made her ride the waves of her orgasm. She didn't notice when he left or how long, but Elena realized that when he came back he was naked… very naked and there was something very hard pressing in between her legs. His teeth tugged at the non descript tie and tugged it loose and tugged the gown off her body and across the gigantic bed, California King, probably bigger. Her sense came back in a flash and she thrashed for a moment before Jacob growled her into stillness. That was not going to fit inside her.

"Shh…" Jacob cooed, stroking her hair gently and kissing her gently. "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you."

"B-Be… gentle…Please," she stuttered, lost in the haze of fear and pleasure as he grinded against her and hissed trying to keep himself from coming before he'd satisfied her.

"I promise, relax and breath okay?"

She panted and loosened her legs around his waist as he reached down to guide himself in, kissing her to distract her as he slid in slowly and her mouth opened in a silent yelp and her nails dug into his back in a flashing pain that kept him from moving for a while. She was some damned tight, and warm and soft. His entire body shook with restraint as he tried not to move and give her time to adjust. He body trembled beneath him and her legs tightened around his waist. When she started wriggling and thrusting against him, he moved. Thrusting into her and building up depth and speed until she was screaming in his arms.

"S-Slow down! Ah! Jacob!"

His inner wolf growled, Louder.

"Jacob—Please!"

Louder.

"Jac-Jacob~!" Her words shook with the force of his thrusts and he felt the tidal wave coming over her, rushing and roaring in her body as she wriggled and yelped at every thrust.

"JACOB!" She screamed, her entire body pulling and crushing him with her strength and he groaned, making shallow thrusts to make her ride it out and into sleep.

Her eyes shut and everything drifted away from her as he lowered her back onto the bed gently and kissed her swollen lips. He felt on top of the world as he removed the potentially dangerous comb from her hair and set on the table. He settled down to watch her rest, curled up and naked against him, just like he always wanted. Of course, he was still hard but their honeymoon was for a week, he had plenty of time.

When she woke up, it was to the smell of breakfast being cooked in their suite. She sat up drowsily pulling the sheets around her and looking around to find an empty room. Hearing the sound of sizzling oil and Jacob's contented humming, she scrambled for clothing only to hear him chuckling from the door way. She turned, her hair going up in a tousled wave as she gaped at him.

Perfectly naked in the late morning light, chiseled, very aroused, and carrying breakfast. She looked away as he came towards her and climbed into bed to kiss away the rest of her maiden sensibilities. She pushed at his shoulder as his body slid up against hers.

"Good morning love."

"M-Morning…" He handed her the plate enjoying her flustered response and pulled her between his legs to steal food over her shoulder.

She ate in silence, keeping the flow of food from the plate into her mouth steady so she wouldn't have to speak while he nuzzled and rocked her affectionately.

"Are you in any pain?" He asked.

She shook her head. She was numb in places and her body felt oddly hotter than usual with his warm form pressed up against her and his arousal pressing into her back. She swallowed the fried ham and eggs with the blush over her face.

"What is it?" He asked noticing her expression.

"Before…we, uh… do that again."

He grinned, "Yes?"

"I need to read that guide."

His laughter filled the suite, followed by her growling, a tackle, and the rustle of sheets as he turned her over and pinned her again.

"I said after!"

"You started it, babe. Deal with it."