Dark Matter Outtake

This is the 1st (x-rated) outtake from Dark Matter by jarms.  Please note that the story is currently a WIP and is posted at the following locations: fanfiction.net and TrickyRaven.ning.com (member site).  


Banner/Avatar by Nikitajuice

Main Fic Pairing: Jacob/Bella (Outtake Pairing: Jacob/Leah – yes, Blackwater)

Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance

Rating: MA (sexual content, language, alcohol)

Summary: Love... Imprint... Alpha... Bond... Rejection... Agony... Change...  The sun has set and darkness prevails, but sometimes, time doesn't heal.  Sometimes, time just hardens.

How far will the Alpha fall when his imprint chooses to leave without warning?  Will he be able to claw back from the depths when she returns four years later?  The journey begins here, but where will it end?

Beta: meliz875

Pre-Reader: tayjayfan

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author's Note: Beta switch for this outtake. My wonderful beta, meliz875, had prior engagements and was unable to work on this piece. Therefore, the lovely tayjayfan stepped in to shape up the smutty mess I was trying to ship out to you guys here! She made sure that "tabs" made it into "slots" without any unnecessary jarring along the way.

Reminder: These are fictional characters, not role models… enter at your own risk!

Okay, here we go!

Suggested Listening: "Wicked Games" by The Weeknd (for feels), "Maroon 5: One More Night (Distantt Remix)" by realityDUBSTEP (for intentions), & "Simon Curtis: Flesh (Nightcore)" by NighTcoreFC (for actions)

Chapter 3.5 – One More Clear Black Night

Fuck, he's… wet.
He's such a prick, but… oh, holy hell the things he can do… and… he's wet.
Deep breath. Cool your shit. It's only your goddamn Alpha leaning against your porch railing, soak and fucking wet… no shirt… arms crossed… cargo shorts barely hanging on… really wet; water dripping from his jet black hair… tattooed wolf and dark skin glistening… soaking wet; hard eyes… dominant as fuck… a predator… fucking wet; and you know why he's here… you know what he wants.
"Did you run all the way here in the rain, Black?"
He smirks and looks up at you from under a thick veil of obsidian lashes, and now you're sure of his intentions.
He wants to consume.
You step back and let him walk in because, regardless of all the fucked up shit going on that led you both here, he's so… holy fuck. Nothing short of a moaning and primal groan can adequately describe the sight before you, and warm, sticky liquid pools in your panties.
He can smell you, but you stopped caring about that years ago.
This arrangement works.
Your brothers can't detect him on you – at least not any more than they can on each other – because his lingering scent is designed to let outsiders know your pack is united... and he's the fucking Alpha.
None of the others try to read you anymore either. Regardless, you've reinforced the lock on the iron door which hides all your most private thoughts anyway.
And no one EVER reads the Alpha.
He's the strongest the pack has had yet. No one can get through his shield – at least... not now.
Not since that bitch left four years ago and colored his still-beating heart just as dark as his pitch black hair. Now it pumps midnight oil through his veins, and one small spark could ignite him in a raging inferno.
But you like pushing boundaries – you like the passion hidden in the flames.
"So, what'd that cunt do to you now?"
And just like that, it's on.
He turns, wrapping one hand around your neck and pressing his thumb into the side of your jaw. He has total control. Pushing you hard against the wall – arms pinned behind your ass, head forced to the side exposing the thin skin that runs along your throat – he invades your space, thrusting his firm body flush against you. His cock is hard and threatening to assault you in all the ways you crave, and his hot breath – keeping time with your quickening pulse – puffs against the sensitive skin just beneath your ear.
"Don't," he whispers in a low growl full of authority and promise. Eyes rolling back in your head, the first pulsing throb hits deep in your pussy like a heavy bassline.
He reaches over with his free hand and slams the front door, and you aren't sure whether you'll make it past the living room tonight.
"You don't get to talk about her."
Fuck, he's angry. His teeth are clenched and you can hear them grinding next to your ear, but you want more from him, so you push back.
"She's just pussy you can't have." Your voice cracks over the pressure of his palm against your throat.
Your thrill escalates.
"And you're just the whore I fuck." His deep, menacing voice vibrates through your frame and strikes you right where the pressure builds.
Yes… oh, God. Another throb. Another pulse.
Hovering over the crook of your neck, he inhales – your aroma filling his nostrils – and he releases another growl. The rising wolf reacts to your arousal and demands you submit. You are its territory... but you don't give up that easy.
Using your trapped hands for leverage, you push off the wall and buck hard against his chest with your tits. He takes a step back. The heat of the untamed animal flashes through his eyes. His muscles twitch and his lip curls in a menacing snarl meant for intimidation… but you don't intimidate that easy.
"What, Black? You can't control your whore?" You twist the word in your mockery of him.
Reaching out, he traps both your wrists in one large hand. Raising your arms above your head and spinning you to face the wall, he slams your body into the sheetrock – pinning you before the first movement was even registered.
Your t-shirt barely covers your ass like this, and he slaps it hard, immediately closing the gap behind you and pushing his cock against your still tingling rear.
"Is this what you want? You like it rough?"
You whimper because it's all you can do. And anyway... it wasn't really a question.
Your tits are pressed into the uneven wall – their only protection is the thin layer of cotton your t-shirt provides – and as he grinds his dick against your ass, you're pushed along the rough surface; the resulting friction heating your sensitive and erect nipples.
He uses his knee to force your legs apart. Grabbing the collar of your shirt, he rips the fabric to expose the top of your back, your shoulders, your neck.
He chuckles, dark and sinister like the possessive fucking Alpha he is, and you know he sees it. Holding your breath, ice-cold chills shoot down your spine.
This is what you've been waiting for.
You're spread before him with arms still held hostage above your head. He knots his hand in the hair at the base of your skull, pulling down and exposing the soft skin of your throat… again.
You are completely vulnerable – at his mercy – and your panties are soaked. Each throb is more intense than the last. The unrelenting need is building, and he hasn't even touched you yet.
He pulls your head to the side, and you feel the graze of his teeth drag over the elongated tendon. Electric currents – igniting from the wet trail of his lips – scream through your body, incinerating your insides. A light, dewy sheen builds on your skin…
And your sex pulses.
He releases your hair and suddenly his rough hand is on your ass, inside your panties. He squeezes your cheek – hard.
Assaulting you, two thick, long fingers are thrust inside your dripping pussy. You let out a breathy scream of shock, but he doesn't wait for you to adjust. He pumps his wrist, fingers gliding in and out.
You know you're wet as fuck because you can feel it… because you can hear it… because you can smell it… because he leans down to your ear, and...
He. Tells. You.
He tells you how tight you are, too – how he will ram his cock deep in your aching cunt, how he must possess every single part of you tonight – and you moan and arch your back because it's all you can do.
He pulls his fingers out and rubs them all over your clit, circling pressure right where you need it most. The wetness is dripping off you and it feels so fucking good.
You're almost there, and he knows it. After four goddamn years, he knows your body. He owns your body.
And even though you've always known what this is, you'll miss it.
The bitch is back and it's only a matter of time before he leaves you, too. They all leave you for other women.
But, right now? Tonight? You fucking love the wolf – even though you know you're going to hate this curse again in the morning.
The pressure is mounting, and right before the intense release… he stops.
Pulling his fingers out of your panties, you groan in protest. Rocking your hips, you're yearning for relief, but he pins you against the wall – stripping you of the few inches of freedom your were able to gain while his hand was pummeling your cunt – and you can no longer move.
"Not until I want you to cum."
The side of your face is pressed into the sheetrock – lips parted, gasping for air. You are trying to calm your raging body when he slides his soaked fingers into your mouth.
"Suck hard. Now. I want you to taste your fucking pussy."
It's all so intense. He invades your senses. His deep voice vibrates through your ear, his hot breath caresses your sensitive skin, his feral scent floods your mind with carnal desires. The hand fucking your mouth causes your vision to swim, and the tangy, salty mix of his skin and your juices is intoxicating. Your mind spins – becomes unfocused – and you willingly surrender to his authority.
Whatever he wants, he can have.
Anything.
Devouring the flavor from his fingers, you moan and writhe against the wall.
You are his whore. And you know – in this moment – you will always be his whore.
"You like the way your pussy tastes?" Heated growls slither into your ear and vibrate through your body. "Tell me you like it."
He doesn't take his hand from your mouth, but he still expects you to do as you're told. So you speak around his fingers. The garbled sound doesn't matter. You obeyed – that's what he expects from you. That's what he wants. That's what you want.
You own every fucking thing in your life, and you're a goddamn bitch. This is why you need a dominant man to take it from you. You want to be controlled. You feed on it. You're desperate for it.
"You know what you are?"
"Yeah," you breathe around his intrusive hand. But now he wants to hear you. He moves his fingers away from your tongue – away from your teeth – hooking the side of your lip. He wants to look in your eyes, so he pulls your face around to him.
His intense and penetrating gaze traps you, and you tingle with anticipation.
He's going to make you talk.
"Tell me you're my fucking slut."
Oh, God… Yes!
"I'm your slut," you whisper.
"What was that?" He says this soft and sweet like Cool Whip topping, and you know he's playing with you.
"I'm your slut." Louder this time, but still not what he's looking for. But you know this. This game isn't new.
"Nuh, uh, uh. That's not what I said." This time he pulls your wrists away from the wall, slamming them back in reprimand.
The throb in your pussy intensifies into a deep ache with every pulsing beat.
"I'm your fucking slut," you scream, watching the dominant power surge behind his dark, smoldering eyes.
And he smirks.
And you know it's just getting started.
Pulling his fingers from your mouth, grabbing the flesh on the side of your hips, he jerks you off the wall and thrusts his hard cock against your ass. With wrists still bound above your head by a massive hand, he rocks his hips into your backside.
He's looking for release. But since he likes control more, he stops. Spinning you around – facing him – he lets go of your arms and rolls his dick into your sex. Moaning and tossing your head back, you're momentarily lost in ecstasy, forgetting the role you play.
Grabbing your shirt from the tear he created down the back, he pulls hard and rips the material off your body. The only protection you have left from this man is your wet panties, and that's not much of a barrier.
He sees you reveling in the sensation of his cock pressed against your pussy, and he chuckles at your expense.
Indignation sears through you, and even though the feeling returning to your numb hands is still sizzling along the nerves, you reach out to slap him. He catches your wrist inches before it meets his cheek – just like you knew he would – but your intention was clear, and the purpose was served.
He is kerosene and you love to burn, so you react the way any match would. You strike.
You like the passion, the fire, the danger, and you are rewarded.
His growl is deep and feral, his teeth are bared, and you know the wolf is close.
This time, it's your turn to smirk, and you do it so well. But he's still got the upper hand. He always does.
He is your Alpha.
He figured out your game, and you see recognition relax his features – his snarl turning into a devilish grin.
"Don't make me do things you don't like."
A whimper reverberates in your mind, but your bravado doesn't waver as you challenge him – still not quite sure what 'things' he's referring to.
"What the fuck do you think you could do to me, Black?"
"I'll bend you over and fuck you up the ass like a goddamn whore."
Fuck! He carries the stone cold expression of the dead, and that's so much worse than rage.
That bitch must have really screwed him up this time. Fucking cunt.
He sees you blanch; he sees you stall. His dark chuckle is back and you're not sure if he was teasing or not.
He backs up to the front of the couch and offers a beguiling smile. "Come here. Don't you wanna play?" He cajoles you, his voice low and tempting.
Oh, God, yes. You want to play so fucking bad.
Still, part of you wants to run. Hell, part of you always wants to run because he is a predator – the most lethal and calculating of them all – but that is also his allure. Fucking Alpha.
Walking toward him with unhurried and unsure steps, you see approval flash through his eyes. He seems pleased with your submissiveness. You will remember this for next time… if there's a next time...
There won't be a goddamn next time.
When you're within his reach, he shoots both hands out toward you like fucking heat seeking missiles, locking on their target and grabbing you hard by the arms. It's a good thing you don't bruise easy; he could never be this rough with that bitch of his.
Jerking you forward and twisting to the side, he pushes you onto the couch. You are thrown on your back with one foot still resting on the floor and the other leg leaning against the back of the cushions. Somehow, he has forced you to naturally fall open; he has a way of spreading your legs to his will like a fucking magician.
Laid out before him, your thighs apart, with nothing more than a wet piece of fabric between your needy sex and any part of him he wants to use.
His eyes slowly seduce your curves. Starting at your neck, his languid stare travels down, molesting your breast in its intensity and lusting after the flesh of your hips.
He stops when he gets to your pussy, and his growl is deep and dark and so fucking possessive – and you are reminded again that he knows. He saw it. But he's the damn Alpha, and no one can take what's his.
Reaching out and grabbing the thin cotton, he flicks his wrist and rips the inhibiting material from your body.
Now, fully exposed, the heat between your legs smolders.
God, you want this.
Before you know what's happening, he's on his knees before you and your pussy is shoved in his warm, wet mouth.
Holy motherfucking shit!
His tongue traces a pattern over and over again, sliding down between the grooves of your lips and licking back up, flat against your clit. He explores every single one of your folds and dips into your opening to taste everything your cunt has to offer, and you are fucking lost in the euphoria of it all.
You can feel it again, and this time, you pray he allows you to revel in the ecstasy you so desperately crave. Reading your mind, he latches onto your swollen pussy.
Almost to the point of no return, it's building inside you – tightening your abs and shooting sensations straight to your clit. You reach down, tangling your hands in his hair. Acting without permission, your hips rock hard, your arms lock. Pushing your greedy sex farther into his mouth, you force his tongue to lap against your most sensitive part.
Your fucking Alpha is going to let you cum on his face.
Yearning for the release one last time before he pushes you over the edge and you let go, riding it hard, intense euphoria extending through your body in pulsing waves.
"Oh. My. Fucking. Shit. God. Damn. It. Fuuuuck!"
Screaming a mix of words that don't need to make sense but add to the elation you feel, he keeps licking and sucking until you come down from the intense high. Then... he nips.
Still pulsing, the heightened nerves of your sex ignite in a sharp, tantalizing sensation just shy of tingling pain – exploding between your thighs. Immediately followed by a fierce, aching pleasure, it reminds you why you like a little hurt mixed with your southern comfort.
He pulls back, and grants you with the hottest fucking sight you have ever seen. Your Alpha's mouth, your Alpha's chin, is glistening with your juices. Then, with eyes locked on yours, the fucker licks his lips and let's out another primal growl that vibrates deep in your bones… and your greedy pussy throbs again.
The asshole knows what he's doing, and for a second, you think about telling him just that. But you don't want to change what's about to happen, so for once, you just shut the hell up.
His eyes are dark and you can clearly see the lust dancing in them; you can see the need that lifts one side of his lip. The same cocky smirk he wears when he hunts, when he's cornered his prey.
Because your Alpha prefers to kill as a man.
Not as a wolf.
And the powerful and destructive intent of that revelation is not lost on you.
He slowly stands and unbuttons his shorts, letting them fall to the floor around his feet.
My God, he's magnificent. His body is absolutely, fucking perfect. Every muscle is defined, every angle... Cut. The tattoo that covers one half of his chest and extends to the side of his hard stomach accentuates his abs, flirting with the outline of his… Fuck! Eight pack.
Those eyes, those lips.. shoulders made to sink your teeth into... his chest, his stomach... muscular thighs built with stamina so he can pound his goddamn dick into you…
That fucking cock!
Solid, rock hard, and full of virility.
He is the perfect specimen of a man, and he's about to be yours.
Shit! You've been caught staring at his dick. You can tell by the grin on his face when you return from your trance and look up.
He bends down, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. Positioning you the way he likes. Knees on the ground, ass in the air with your arms splayed above your head on the cushion and your tits rubbing against the rough material of the couch.
Rising to his full height he steps back and appreciates the view. He's always preferred the backside of the female.
"Spread your legs," his deep voice commands.
You obey and a flood of heat reaches your clit – a single, deep pulse assaults your sex.
He kneels behind you, his large palm massaging your cheeks. He kneads them hard because he's rough with you, but that's how you want it.
Suddenly, he's gone. The cold air attacks you just before his hand comes down in a ruthless slap against your rear.
"Uhh," you exhale a breathy grunt because you weren't expecting that. Hell, you weren't expecting to cum in his fucking mouth either.
He pulls back and spanks you three more times... hard… before the final blow lands directly on your spread pussy.
Oh, God! You didn't think the throbbing could get any more intense… but you were so... fucking... wrong.
Immediately, he rams his dick all the way in your dripping cunt. Twisting his hand in your hair, he yanks, pulling you from the couch and crashing your back into his chest. Grabbing your tit and twisting the nipple, he pounds into you with strength that would shatter the pelvis of an average human.
His whisper is low and sinister, and if you didn't have supernatural hearing, his words would be lost to the wind. "I see it. I smell it. I know who left it there."
His chuckle is dark when he licks the curve of your neck where it resides.
Pushing your face into the cushions, his hand still tangled in your hair, he grabs your hip and pummels you hard from behind.
"Touch yourself," he commands.
You whimper because it's all happening so fast, and you feel like you've been psychologically fucked. You're scared of his reaction, but you knew he'd notice it. You knew he'd smell it on you the second he showed up at your door.
And, holy shit, he still feels so fucking good inside you. Your body clings to him every time he pulls out, and greedily sucks him back in each time he thrusts forward. You tighten the muscles deep within your pussy to get a little more friction, a little more heat.
And you reach between your legs and touch yourself because he told you to, because it feels so good.
The slippery wetness of sex lets you play, rubbing deft fingers around your pussy, exploring all you have to offer. You can feel the pressure building again.
"Reach back and feel my cock fucking you."
Oh, shit… Yes! You will do anything he asks, but you already knew that. And so does he.
You wrap your hand around the base of his dick. Pumping in and out of you, gliding through your grip, you can't remember a time when you were ever this fucking wet.
Releasing his shaft, you move your palm to cover your clit. The intensity is building, and you love the fucking pressure shoved up against the impending release.
"This is what you are. You do what I want, when I want."
His words bring you to the brink. You are so fucking close… just one… more… push… and you won't be able to stop the free fall.
Your agile fingers rub against your clit as he hits your sweet spot inside, and you pray – for the second time – he allows you to explode.
"Cum. Now," he growls his demand, and your answer is immediate and hard.
"Holy! Fuck! Yes!" Your pussy is sucking at his dick like this is the last time it will ever feel this fucking good… and it probably is.
Behind you, his pace quickens. He releases his own string of garbled profanities and guttural grunts that echo through your body. Pulling tight on your hair and squeezing your hip, he leaves another bruise during his climax. Long, slow, deep thrusts allow your greedy pussy to milk him dry, and he eventually stills.
Your cunt still pulses, but now it's coming down off the fucking high you've been riding for the last hour.
Per usual, relief momentarily flashes through you with the realization you can't get pregnant while phasing. You know what a blessing this truly is because you sure as hell know how to pick men.
Your Alpha's been one of three. And all three have left you for fucking bitches… fucking imprints.
He pulls out of you and slips on his shorts, and you turn to gaze at his body one last time.
Leaving you sitting on the floor, he walks to the door. Hand on the knob, head turned over his shoulder, he keeps his eyes trained on the floor. Your Alpha wants one last answer from you.
"Which wolf left his mark on you, Leelee? Whose bitch did I just fuck?"
Shit!
He knows who did it.
He's been staring at it ever since he first ripped your t-shirt.
He just wants to hear you say the man's name.
"Paul," you whisper.
And with that, Jacob walks out your front door and back into the clear, black night.

* Alright, hit me with your thoughts and "feels" if ya wanna. ;-)

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