Chapter 10: Too Much

"Show the salesman the product we wish to sell and send him on his way." Black hat ordered at the familiar, the salesman sat up and exited the room after taking a last glance at me. I was motionless, confused, scared, I did not want anything to do with the clergy anymore, so what would they want to do with me. He reached down on the floor grabbing my bra and placing it on the table.

"You forgot this." I didn't answer, I couldn't my tongue was tied. "They won't get you... Don't be afraid." I gathered the words in my head till they barely could pass my lips, I took a deep breath.

"I hate them." I growled between clenched teeth forcing the words from my lips. I stood up angrily from my chair and left for the door, I was stopped when his hand snatched my wrist and he pulled me to face him. He could see the change in my color, I hadn't realized it, but the blue turned into a dark red, almost the color of blood, but much lighter.

"Calm yourself, we have plenty of time to get our revenge." I ripped my hand from his grasp.

"What is your plan?!" He sighed, there was a long silence as I waited for an answer. "I would like to know what you plan on doing." I reached my hands up to grasp his cheeks, I caressed the skin, the stubbles of hair beneath my hand, that feeling I would get on my chin when we kissed. "I don't care anymore then, I'm going to get some rest." I removed my hands and stepped back slowly, soon exiting the cart and walking over to the one where our bedroom was.

I walked up the stairs, I entered the room and fell flat on the bed, I didn't care about my jacket, or my bra which I had clearly left with Black hat. I didn't care about many things at all, right now. I didn't care about my mate, or my faith, I didn't care about my hunger, or my health. I didn't care about those poor people in the town, I didn't care about anything right now. I had to admit it was an incredible feeling, to have no worry is a huge weight being lifted off anyone's chest. The church had taught us many things, but we never had the ability to stop worrying, to stop feeling.

I felt extremely cold, a cold that needed warmth, the only warmth I could think of was him. He was busy though, to busy, and I for some reason upset with him. He excluded me from plans that I needed to know, I don't know why he wouldn't include me in the battle against the church when he was the one who took me to turn, the one who called me his mate, he made me a queen that for some reason I did not want to be, but if I wasn't a queen I wouldn't be his.

I closed my eyes and laid on the bed silently, only minutes later removing my pants so that I was down to a long sleeve shirt and lace undergarment. I took in the deep scent of sex through the sheets, I raveled my body in the covers, I heard the door open, he entered holding my remaining attire and throwing it to the floor.

One by one I heard his clothing fall from his body and hit the wood planks of the floor, within a minute he was in the bed his arm draped over my mid drift. I sighed with contentment still upset with him about certain things. His breath was at my ear, hot and warm, I melted into his bare chest soon twisting my body till my head rested on his torso. His arm wrapped around my neck and he stared up at the ceiling holding me in embrace.

"Do you think that the love we share is real?" I asked randomly, barely able to catch the tear that dripped down my cheek. I felt him tense up, his breath go ragged, and his chest heave.

"Yes..." He answered before the squeaking of the train wheels outside gave us the realization that we were about to leave. "Why would you ask?" He countered, his voice hoarse and low causing me to feel ashamed.

"I have never felt the feeling of love before, I can't explain it, and I can't determine if it's real, or not."

"Well you are feeling it, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't know." He chuckled to my surprise before turning his head to face me, my eyes still closed.

"Look at me..." He ordered, I could feel his breath on my lips, his chest hairs under my nimble fingers, the curvature of his body felt so good. God carved him to pure perfection.. Or… No God. I opened my eyes to stare into his a moment where I completely understood him. "My real name is Jacob." He finally told me, that's all I wanted to hear, I loved that name... Jacob... I loved it so much. He wasted no time in pulling my lips to his, his hands grabbing my waist and pulling me to him. I then was aware that he was in fact naked, his manliness half erect to my view. He flipped over so my legs straddled his waist and my hair veiled over us as we held a romantic kiss.

Was this love? Was this anything more than lust? I wanted him, I wanted him inside me, I wanted his blood, his sweaty skin, I wanted him and nothing more in life. I couldn't determine if this was lust, or love, but at the moment I lost the care and just decided to let myself go with him. All my worries, all my cares, as before had been lifted from my chest, a huge weight vanished allowing me to breath.

He hungrily pulled the shirt from my body throwing it to the side his hands caressed my nipples and plump mounds. I felt my need for him growing as his fingers caressed down the sides of my body. I bit down hard on his bottom lip, he groaned for me and I whimpered in need of him. He tugged the panties down my thighs, I lifted my legs from his waist allowing him to throw them onto the floor with our other things.

It was only moments from then he finally pushed himself into me, kissing me roughly on the lips once again. The skin contact was what we craved for before, the sexual intercourse just as much. He kissed down my cheek and straight to my neck where he gently nipped at the mark that resided there from his first bite. I knew it would never heal and I loved the thought of the same mark being on his neck, that he would always be mine and I his.

He grunted slowly starting to maneuver his hips back and forth, it was extraordinary how he managed to keep at a constant pace. This was lovemaking and my love for him was true. That is why he did this to prove to me that what we had was real. I wrapped my arms around him and made sure to whisper his true name in his ear every pleasure filled thrust he made.

"Oh Penelope... Keep saying my name."

"Jacob..." I whimpered in his ear as he started to change to speed to a lot quicker of a pace.

"Louder I want everyone to know that you belong to me."

"Jacob!" I yelped louder out so that my cracking voice could be heard. He arched his back and thrusted harder into me causing me to dig my nails into his shoulder.

"Oh..." That same build of pleasure as before, the feeling of his hardness inside of me, the feeling of a thousand spasms hitting my body at once, I was close.

"Say that one word... Say it in my ear." He growled, I could tell he was close by the raggedness of his breath. I wasn't sure if I should say the word, this would be the first time I ever did if I do.

"F-F-"

"That's it Baby..." Then it was that one last thrust.

"Fuck." I gasped the word shooting from mouth. I felt him grunt and growl just as my insides clenched around him and my hands found his muscular forearms holding himself above me. His warmth spurting into me and coating my insides, sweat pouring down our bodies and soaking into the sheets. Our ragged breaths and heaving chests in sink, I stared up at him just when he smirked devilishly and moved his hands to tickle at my skin.

I giggled loudly as he continued to prod at my body, he made an evil laughter as he flipped us over so I was on top straddling him with his softening erection between us. I smiled leaning forward and resting my head on his chest, he wove his fingers through my wet hair.

"You are so beautiful..." He whispered to me as we both tried to calm our beating heart rates. I chuckled closing my eyes and breathing in his scent.

"I am so happy you found me." I whispered in reply, he nodded his head in agreement.

"If I hadn't found you I wouldn't have a queen." We eventually rested there until our eyes slowly closed and our minds faded into one another.