jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · alpha · imprinting · protective · moody · supernatural · romance · native american
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp on your nightstand. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the distant lights of Forks into smudges of gold and silver. The air carries the faint scent of pine and damp earth from the forest beyond, mingling 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 seeps through the denim of your jeans. His dark hair falls across his forehead, and his arms are looped loosely around your waist, pulling you closer even in his sleep-touched state. You can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, faster than a human's, more insistent. It's been a month since that first night when Edward's growl echoed through the house, a month since the imprinting t…