april
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Jacob's cottage in the woods was warm with the low flicker of lantern light and the soft crackling of the hearth. It was your night with him. Just you and Jacob. No rules. No shadows. No one watching. Only the gentle man who always made you laugh until your belly ached and your heart melted.
You were curled up in his arms in a pile of plush mismatched pillows, spread across a large, shaggy rug in front of the fire. His scent was all around you; wood smoke and lavender and something inherently him. One of his arms was tucked behind your back, cradling you close to his chest, the other rested across your middle. He was humming softly, nuzzling into your hair, kissing your temple with absent affection. You were relaxed. Drunk on his warmth.
And then.
Poke.
Right between your ribs.
You gasped, jolting. A little laugh escaped before you could stop it.
"Jacob!" You squeaked, glaring up at him with a scandalized smile.
His grin was immediate. Bright. Absolutely mischievous.
"What?" He said innocently, his eyes twinkling as he tilted his head. "I thought I saw a giggle button."
"No poking!" You laughed, trying to squirm away as his hand hovered with menace near your side.
"Oh noooo," he sung, poking you again with exaggerated slowness. "No poking, she says...but you have so many giggle buttons, little one. And I can't stop myself from pressing each and every one."
With every word, he gave another poke. First your ribs, then your side, then your tummy. Boop, boop, boop! Each one light but perfectly placed, making you squeal and kick your feet uselessly against the soft rug.
"Jake!" You squeaked, now fully giggling, eyes crinkled and cheeks flushed. "No! I'm seriouse! Ill fall apart!"
"Oh nooo, not my precious girl falling apart," he gasped in mock concern, poking again and again like a broken jack-in-the-box. "Im just...fixing you, actually. See? I think this one resets your laughter. Poke! And this one activates full meltdown mode. Poke! Poke! Poke!"
You laughed so hard you nearly couldn't breathe, thrashing lightly in his arms as he chuckled right along with you. But no matter how hard you squirmed, you never truly tried to escape. Not from him. Not from Jacob, your gentle, funny, maddeningly tickly protector.
Eventually he relented, pulling you tight against his chest again.
"See," he murmured lovingly. "Laughter is the best spell. You're glowing, little one. Positivity glowing."
You rested into him, breathless, giggling softly into his chest. The room glowed with affection and mischief.
Until everything changed.
The fire flickered violently.
And then died.
The warmth vanished like a breath sucked from the air. A low oppressive chill rolled through the room as shadows deepened unnaturally. The scent of burnt cedar was replaced with something darker. Earth, smoke and storm.
Jacob froze beside you, body rigid. His arms slid protectively around you as he sat up, pulling you close.
"He's coming," he whispered. "Stay with me."
A pulse of mist seeped through the cracks in the door. It thickened fast until it twisted upward into the figure you knew so well. Merrit.
He stood tall, shadows circling his long, black coat like lovers. Sinfully beautiful, black hair tousled, those abyssal blue-black eyes gleaming like dying stars. And that smirk. That dark, beautiful curve, was as dangerous as it was magnetic.
"You cant take her." Jacob said firmly, standing now, placing himself in front of you. "Shes mine tonight."
Merrit tilted his head lazily, as if amused by a child's tantrum. "Do you think I care?" He said, his voice a velvet blade. "I'm not bound by your quaint rules. I dont need your permission to claim what's mine. You're lucky I let her see you at all."
Your heart thundered.
"Shes not a thing," Jacob snapped. "You'll torment her, break her like you always do. And then, ill be the one left to put her back together."
That did it.
Merrit's smirk vanished.
In one silent blur of movement, Merrit surged forward, and with a full forceful shove, Jacob was knocked to the ground. The shadows crackled as Merrit dropped to straddle him, black curls falling into his eyes as he pinned Jacob's arms with his knees.
"Poor, sweet, pathetic Jacob," he hissed. "You think you protect her by keeping her from me?"
Then his long, pale fingers slipped beneath Jacob's tunic and attacked.
Jacob gasped. "Wai - WAIT - Merrit!"
But Merrit was ruthless.
His hands dug mercilessly into his brother's ribs, scribbling, kneading, prodding at every vulnerable spot with methodical cruelty. Jacob bucked and shrieked with laughter, his limbs thrashing, his breath coming in broken gasps.
"N - NO! STAHH...! MERRIT! HAHAHAHA!"
"Oh no," Merrit purred darkly. "You made this choice. You dared to speak to me like that. Now I'll remind you what it means to cross me."
He raked his fingers up and down Jacob's sides, found the sweet spot just under his arms, and dug in with sharp precision. Jacob shrieked. He was laughing too hard to properly breathe, face flushed and already wet with tears.
And yet...Merrit smiled.
You watched, breathless.
Not just from shock.
But from the way Merrits eyes flicked toward you as he tickled Jacob to pieces; possessive, molten, dark with need.
He wasnt just punishing Jacob.
He was putting on a show.
For you.
"Stop!" You cried, heart lurching at the sight. "Dont hurt him. Hes not like you, Merrit!"
But Merrit didn't even look at you. Your plea only fuelled him, sharpening the edge of his madness. "Oh, I know," he hissed. "Hes sweet and soft. Gentle." His lips curled into a wicked grin. "And weak."
He dug in deeper, targeting the hollows beneath Jacob's ribs. Jacob arched off the floor, shrieking, writhing, legs kicking helplessly as laughter tore from his chest in violent sobs.
"PLEASE!" He screamed through his laughter, eyes wide with desperation as the tears slid down his cheeks. "MERRIT STOP! I CAN'T! PLEASE!"
But Merrit held him firmly in place, completely unrelenting. "You think you can keep her from me little brother?" He snarled softly, almost lovingly. "Then withstand me."
Jacob was trembling, overwhelmed, broken open with laughter, and you could see his body beginning to give out. Limbs growing weak, chest struggling to rise between cackling sobs.
You surge forward, heart breaking. "Mertit, enough! Please, please stop. You're going to destroy him."
At last Merrit looked up. His eyes met yours, dark, bottomless, filled with something cruel and possessive. He stilled his hands slowly, not before giving Jacob's hips one last, spiteful squeeze that sent him howling again.
Jacob collapsed beneath him, panting, eyes glassy, his body twitching in the aftershock.
Merrit rose and turned to you, utterly unfazed, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Now, come here, Petal. Lets remind you who you belong to."
His hand extended toward you, the same hand that just ravaged his brother, waiting. Mertits hand was ice and fire in your palm, long fingers lacing through yours with deceptive gentleness. The moment you took it, the world around you dissolved in a shimmer of black and violet shadow. The wooden warmth of Jacob's cottage was gone in an instant, replaced by the oppressive intimacy of Merrits private chambers.
His bed loomed behind you, black silk sheets, velvet shadows, and the scent of his want lingering in the air like smoke. You barely had time to breathe before he was on you, not rushing but stalking, each step deliberate, hungry, inevitable. His dimpled smirk was gone, replaced with a dark, unreadable intensity as he advanced.
You moved back instinctively. One step then another, until your calves hit the edge of the bed.
He towered over you now, the light catching in his raven hair, his eyes so deep they looked like twin voids. He leaned in close, voice curling around your throat like sin and sex.
"Tonight's not for you, darling," he purred, his breath brushing your ear as his hand slid into your hair, tilting your head back. "I know what it does to you...when I make you beg. When I dont let you breathe, dont let you cum."
He dragged his teeth lightly down the side of your neck, the sensation equal parts pleasure and a threat. His hands were already working. One slipped beneath your clothes to roam your sides, dragging along ticklish ribs, and brushing your nipples just enough to make you whimper. The other still fisted in your hair to keep you still.
"You're going to be so primed," he whispered, voice low and cruel. "So desperate. Your thighs trembling. Your little **** soaking wet. You'll beg me to take you on your hands and knees like the good pet you are."
He forced you to sit on the edge of the bed, then shoved you back so that you were lying down. He climbed over you slowly, straddling your hips. You could already feel the hard press of him against you. But he didn't grind or thrust. He held himself back. He always did when he wanted to drive you mad.
"But I'm not going to," he murmured, brushing his lips over yours, but never kissing you. His hips dipped forward once, a tease, making your breath hitch. And then he stopped entirely.
"Im going to deny you," he growled, trailing his fingers between your legs with aching slowness. "Over and over. Until you'd give anything...anything... for a single drop of relief. And then," he continued, dark lashes lowered, lips grazing your ear. "I'll use that pretty little mouth of yours. Ill be the only one getting satisfaction tonight, love. Tonight you exist to please me."
He slipped his fingers into your mouth without warning, two of them, smooth and strong, pressing your tongue down as he watched your eyes flutter. Devouring the sight of you falling apart with need.
"Good girl. Suck."
And then.
The air changed.
A sudden crack of devine light split the room.
You gasped. Even Merrit froze, a flicker of irritation crossing his face, until the shimmer tore open fully and Jacob stepped through.
But this was no gentle Jacob, he was magnificent.
He stood shirtless, his chest rising and falling with restrained fury, every muscle sculpted with divine precision. His light brown hair wild, glowing slightly from the shimmer, and behind him - two enormous black wings unfolded slowly, casting powerful shadows across the room. Their sheer size filled the space with celestial weight, each feather iridescent with streaks of gold and silver. His bear feet touched down silently, and the floor cracked beneath him.
His eyes, usually soft and playfull, we're now glowing bright molten amber, nearly blinding. His jaw was tight. Lips pressed in a grim line. A silver tatoo glowed across his collarbone, some ancient rune that pulsed with every breath. Power rolled off him in waves.
His eyes locked on Merrit.
And without a word, he moved.
In a blur, his hand was at Merrits throat, slamming the dark prince against the stone wall. The shadows shrieked and recoiled as Jacob's devine aura flared, burning through them. Merrit gasped, caught off guard, his elegant frame pinned - hard.
Delicate tendrils of silver light erupted from Jacob's wrists, wrapping around Merris arms and legs, holding him there, helpless. His body jerked once against them, and then stilled, his jaw tight, teeth bared.
Jacob's voice was deadly quiet, barely above a whisper, but it rumbled through the room like thunder.
"Its finally time," he said low and furious, "that you learned to share, brother."
He didn't look at you. Not yet. His whole presence was focused, controlled, but just barely. There was rage in him, not just at what he'd walked in on, but at every time Merrit had claimed you, tortured you, teased you just to the edge and kept you there.
"Let. Me. Go." Merrits voice was low and venomous, seething with restrained magic and pride.
Jacob didn't flinch.
He leaned in slowly, his massive wings arched out and curved around them like a shield, enclosing the two in a cocoon of unquestioned dominance. You could barely breathe, frozen, heart pounding.
Jacob paused, so close that his breath ghosted Merrits ear. Then in a voice dripping with mockery and danger, he whispered:
"Fuck you."
Jacob's lips barely parted as he growled under his breath, for Merrit alone. "I want her to see her precious dark prince break like a whimpering little girl. I want it seared into her memory."
Without another word, he began.
His fingers struck fast, mercilessly. Jacob's hands, glowing with devine light, dug into Merrits ribs first.
Hard.
Swift.
Relentless.
Merrit hissed sharply through his teeth, jerking uselessly against the shimmering bindings, but they held fast.
And Jacob didn't stop.
He pressed across his brothers sides with terrifying precision, strong hands gliding from hip bones to underarms, in a constant, vicious rhythm. No magic. No incantations. Just pure, natural skill.
Merrit's composure fractured.
A sudden high pitched gasp escaped him. His lips curled back into a snarl, but it was already too late. Jacob's hands spidered between the hollow of every rib, thumbs dragging in slow, tormenting circles.
"Hh - hhh - hahh!" Merrit's breath hitched violently. "St-stop it!"
Jacob didn't even acknowledge the plea.
He kept going.
Faster now, crueler.
Merrits body thrashed, but the silver light around his arms and legs burned brighter, tighter. His back arched against the wall, eyes wide with panic, and his lips trembled. A sound started to build in his throat, one he tried to swallow back, but it broke free
"N-no!" He snarled. "You dont get to...! A-ahh! Nn-no- not there! NOT THERE!"
His voice cracked.
He laughed. A sharp, broken burst of it. Pure and uncontrollable. The sound of it shook you.
Jacob's eyes flicked to you for the first time. Just a flash, and you saw something dark and satisfied there.
Then he went for Merrits hips.
Two thumbs dug in just above Merrits waistband, kneading in that horribly sensitive spot between the lower belly and the curve of the bones. Merrit screamed...a breathless, giggly, humiliating sound.
"No! No! Jacob! I - hahh - f-fuck y-you! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
His body spasmed involuntarily, muscles jerking and flexing uselessly. His whole body trembled.
And Jacob kept going.
Silent.
Focused.
His wings arched slightly with every movement, casting shadows that danced behind him like hands of judgement. He was breaking Merrit. Slowly.
Jacob's fingers slowed to a crawl, unforgiving, meticulous, cruelly slow. The pads of his fingers glided up and down the tender hollows of Merrits underarms, dragging the torment out in excruciating waves. Each movement was measured, sensual in its cruelty. Not fast enough to overwhelm, but perfectly paced to drag Merrit into madness.
Merrits composure shattered. His head thrashed from side to side, mouth open in a scream before it broke into desperate, breathless laughter.
"NO! NO NO NO, JACOB, BROTHER! NOT LIKE THAT! NOT LIKE THAT!"
Jacob didn't flinch. His jaw was set, his eyes glowing with radiant purpose. His voice was low, deep, and final.
"Yes...like that. Exactly like that."
He didn't speak again. There was nothing left to say. The task before him was sacred. He didn't stop. He didn't allow Merrit to catch his breath. He didn't allow for a moments respite. Merrit shrieked, laughter almost silent now, still trying to twist, to beg, to dissappear into shadow.
You had never seen Merrit like this. Your dark prince, undone. Helpless. Beautiful.
He was now still, slumped, gasping in ruin, when Jacob finally pulled his hands away. The light released the trembling mess of the shadow prince, letting him fall to his knees. The once imposing presence was reduced to a quivering silhouette on the floor.
Jacob didn't look back.
He turned to you, scooping you up in his arms with a gentleness that made the aftermath even more surreal. He shimmered the two of you away in a breath into the familiar warmth of his woodland cottage; safe, quiet, the air thick with pine and wood smoke.
But he was not calm.
His chest heaved as he sat you down carefully. His fists clenched. His wings pulsed with radiant fury. The golden light that usually shon from him like peace was now trembling with restrained desire, his frustration, and protective rage. He was glowing, but it was dangerous.
You reached out to touch his arm, but he caught your wrist fast. Not rough. Not cruel. But like a creature on edge.
"Careful," he warned. "I'm not me in this form, love."
His eyes burned into yours, light hazel, turned amber with heat. He was looking at you like he needed you. Like every cell in his body was on fire and you were the only cure.
"I just..." he breathed raggedly, backing away, trying to hold himself together. "I have to stay. In case Merrit comes to collect. I cant...I wont let him touch you again tonight."
You stepped towards him gently, heart aching over his struggle. "What do you need?" You whispered.
His jaw clenched. "To claim you."
There was agony in his voice. Desire and restraint warring like titans.
You didn't hesitate.
"Then claim me, my love."
And that's all it took.
He was on you in a heartbeat, his lips crashing into yours like a promise of war and worship. Your clothes were gone in seconds and his hands roamed everywhere at once, feverish and tender. He kissed down your neck, your shoulders, trailing his fingers alone your waist until...he tickled.
The moment your giggles escaped, he moaned deeply against your mouth, like the sound was a drug he couldn't get enough of.
He tickled again, more deliberately. You laughed, and again he moaned, biting down softly on your neck, grinding his hips against you in the rhythm with the giggles he coaxed from your lips. The more you laughed, the more feral he became.
"You dont know what you're doing to me," he groaned. "Your laugh, it kills me, love. God's I need it. I need it!"
With a sudden fluid motion, Jacob scopped you up and pulled you onto his lap, your thighs straddling his. His hands were rough and reverant all at once.
"I need you," he growled, his voice dark and shaken with need. "Now."
He didn't bother with buttons or belts. His fingers tore at the fabric of his pants, the last barrier between your bodies, and within seconds he had freed himself. Then slowly, deliberately, he guided you down onto him. The moment he entered you, his head dropped back with a low, gutteral moan, the sound vibrating deep in his chest.
He was still.
Utterly, devastatingly still.
Not a single thrust. Not a single motion from him.
Just heat.
Pressure.
Possession.
And then...his hands moved.
They rose to your sides with maddening precision, fingertips finding the sensitive spaces between your ribs. He knew exactly where to go. Where your nerves were electric, where your laugh would bubble uncontrollably to the surface. He didnt tickle you like someone playing. He tickled you like a lover studying your body, a craftsman testing how you responded, adjusting, learning, using.
You gasped, already twitching, already giggling. His fingers pressed a little harder now, skimming along the tops of your thighs. Your hips twitched against him. Your body jerked, bounced, squirmed. All of it involuntary, caused by his tormenting fingers, all of it exactly what he wanted.
"Keep doing that, dont stop," he moaned into your ear, his breath shakey against your neck.
Your movements forced him deeper. He groaned again, louder this time, as your laughter grew frantic.
"That's it," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Move for me, love. Dance on me like that."
His hands slid up to your hips, pressing gently, rotating his thumbs, sending you spiraling into a fit of laughter that kept you in constant motion. Your hips bounced atop his swollen shaft as you shook and giggled helplessly.
"I could die like this," he breathed. "Burried in you, drowning on your laugh..."
And still he didn't thrust. He let's you ride him. Let's your body do it, helpless under his torment.
He angled in, found that one spot beneath your arm, your most sensitive place...and grazed it with unbearable delicacy.
You jerked hard and screamed.
He cried out with you.
"Fuck yes..." His hands trembled now. "Again. Let go for me."
You didn't mean to grind onto him. You didn't mean to bounce harder, but your body couldn't help it. His fingers kept coaxing, tickling, sending you spirling deeper and deeper into laughter, and with it, the sweet, wild rhythm of your hips that drive him to the edge.
"You're going to break me," he gasped, forehead pressed to yours, voice drugged and broken from pleasure. "Just like this. Just your laughter...your tight little body. Fuck...I'm losing it."
And he was.
His hands slowed.
Breath quickened.
And for the first time he entered you, he thrust.
He tried going slow, wanting to draw out the pleasure. But then you giggled...on purpose. The sound shattered the last of his restraint. His hands resumed their merciless torment, trailing everywhere at an otherworldly pace. You threw your head back and your laugh echoed off the walls like a wicked lullaby.
Pleasure surged between you both, tangled with delirious tickling, the heat of skin against skin, the wicked euphoria of two bodies giving in completely. He was thrusting into you frantically now.
"You're mine. Mine. Mine." He growled again and again in your ear, claiming you with every tickle, every shiver, every thrust.
Pleasure ripped through you both like lightning, a shared detonation that tore through every muscle, every breath, every nerve ending. You shattered together, screaming, gasping, clawing, clinging. There was no space left between your bodies, no distance between your souls.
Only heat.
Release.
The sounds of his moaning tangled in with your cries.
He held you through it, arms wrapped tightly around you, until your breath quieted and the tension in your muscles softened. The air around you was thick with the scent of spent magic and sweat, tinged with the remnants of wings, gone now, as the devine intensity faded.
There was a shift, the tension in his body softened, his energy no longer coiled and feral, but gentle...earthbound.
Jacob's fingers reached up with care, as if afraid to break the spell. Two fingers under your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes. The change was undeniable. Gone was the powerful guardian, the panting, dominant force who had just claimed you with such passion and ecstacy.
In his place was Jacob.
Your Jacob.
His warm, expressive eyes, now wide and impossibly soft searched yours for any trace of regret, pain or discomfort.
"Are you alright, love?" He asked, voice low and tentative, laced with emotion. "Did I hurt you?"
That question, so sincere, so heartbreakingly sweet after everything, struck a chord deep inside you. You answered not with words, but with a kiss. Slow. Lingering. His lips melted into yours. When you finally pulled back, your lips parted in a soft giggle...on purpose.
A mistake.
Because instantly, the light in his eyes changed again.
Not the guardian now. No. Something else. Something far more dangerous in its mischief.
"If you keep giggling like that, love..." he whispered, his fingers now grazing the bare skin of your waist. "I'm going to have to make love to you so gently..."
His hands slid up your sides, warm and slow, and deliciously threatening. His tone was syrupy-sweet and playful.
"...and tickle you so maddeningly slow, you might just regret it."
It wasnt a threat, not really. It was a promise. And now? He was going to take his time. No more frantic need. No more desperate thrusts. Just the sweet, unbearable touch of featherlight touches, slow rolling hips, uncontrollable laughter, and the most dangerous thing of all:
Jacob's infinant patience.
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Merrit
You were curled up in his arms in a pile of plush mismatched pillows, spread across a large, shaggy rug in front of the fire. His scent was all around you; wood smoke and lavender and something inherently him. One of his arms was tucked behind your back, cradling you close to his chest, the other rested across your middle. He was humming softly, nuzzling into your hair, kissing your temple with absent affection. You were relaxed. Drunk on his warmth.
And then.
Poke.
Right between your ribs.
You gasped, jolting. A little laugh escaped before you could stop it.
"Jacob!" You squeaked, glaring up at him with a scandalized smile.
His grin was immediate. Bright. Absolutely mischievous.
"What?" He said innocently, his eyes twinkling as he tilted his head. "I thought I saw a giggle button."
"No poking!" You laughed, trying to squirm away as his hand hovered with menace near your side.
"Oh noooo," he sung, poking you again with exaggerated slowness. "No poking, she says...but you have so many giggle buttons, little one. And I can't stop myself from pressing each and every one."
With every word, he gave another poke. First your ribs, then your side, then your tummy. Boop, boop, boop! Each one light but perfectly placed, making you squeal and kick your feet uselessly against the soft rug.
"Jake!" You squeaked, now fully giggling, eyes crinkled and cheeks flushed. "No! I'm seriouse! Ill fall apart!"
"Oh nooo, not my precious girl falling apart," he gasped in mock concern, poking again and again like a broken jack-in-the-box. "Im just...fixing you, actually. See? I think this one resets your laughter. Poke! And this one activates full meltdown mode. Poke! Poke! Poke!"
You laughed so hard you nearly couldn't breathe, thrashing lightly in his arms as he chuckled right along with you. But no matter how hard you squirmed, you never truly tried to escape. Not from him. Not from Jacob, your gentle, funny, maddeningly tickly protector.
Eventually he relented, pulling you tight against his chest again.
"See," he murmured lovingly. "Laughter is the best spell. You're glowing, little one. Positivity glowing."
You rested into him, breathless, giggling softly into his chest. The room glowed with affection and mischief.
Until everything changed.
The fire flickered violently.
And then died.
The warmth vanished like a breath sucked from the air. A low oppressive chill rolled through the room as shadows deepened unnaturally. The scent of burnt cedar was replaced with something darker. Earth, smoke and storm.
Jacob froze beside you, body rigid. His arms slid protectively around you as he sat up, pulling you close.
"He's coming," he whispered. "Stay with me."
A pulse of mist seeped through the cracks in the door. It thickened fast until it twisted upward into the figure you knew so well. Merrit.
He stood tall, shadows circling his long, black coat like lovers. Sinfully beautiful, black hair tousled, those abyssal blue-black eyes gleaming like dying stars. And that smirk. That dark, beautiful curve, was as dangerous as it was magnetic.
"You cant take her." Jacob said firmly, standing now, placing himself in front of you. "Shes mine tonight."
Merrit tilted his head lazily, as if amused by a child's tantrum. "Do you think I care?" He said, his voice a velvet blade. "I'm not bound by your quaint rules. I dont need your permission to claim what's mine. You're lucky I let her see you at all."
Your heart thundered.
"Shes not a thing," Jacob snapped. "You'll torment her, break her like you always do. And then, ill be the one left to put her back together."
That did it.
Merrit's smirk vanished.
In one silent blur of movement, Merrit surged forward, and with a full forceful shove, Jacob was knocked to the ground. The shadows crackled as Merrit dropped to straddle him, black curls falling into his eyes as he pinned Jacob's arms with his knees.
"Poor, sweet, pathetic Jacob," he hissed. "You think you protect her by keeping her from me?"
Then his long, pale fingers slipped beneath Jacob's tunic and attacked.
Jacob gasped. "Wai - WAIT - Merrit!"
But Merrit was ruthless.
His hands dug mercilessly into his brother's ribs, scribbling, kneading, prodding at every vulnerable spot with methodical cruelty. Jacob bucked and shrieked with laughter, his limbs thrashing, his breath coming in broken gasps.
"N - NO! STAHH...! MERRIT! HAHAHAHA!"
"Oh no," Merrit purred darkly. "You made this choice. You dared to speak to me like that. Now I'll remind you what it means to cross me."
He raked his fingers up and down Jacob's sides, found the sweet spot just under his arms, and dug in with sharp precision. Jacob shrieked. He was laughing too hard to properly breathe, face flushed and already wet with tears.
And yet...Merrit smiled.
You watched, breathless.
Not just from shock.
But from the way Merrits eyes flicked toward you as he tickled Jacob to pieces; possessive, molten, dark with need.
He wasnt just punishing Jacob.
He was putting on a show.
For you.
"Stop!" You cried, heart lurching at the sight. "Dont hurt him. Hes not like you, Merrit!"
But Merrit didn't even look at you. Your plea only fuelled him, sharpening the edge of his madness. "Oh, I know," he hissed. "Hes sweet and soft. Gentle." His lips curled into a wicked grin. "And weak."
He dug in deeper, targeting the hollows beneath Jacob's ribs. Jacob arched off the floor, shrieking, writhing, legs kicking helplessly as laughter tore from his chest in violent sobs.
"PLEASE!" He screamed through his laughter, eyes wide with desperation as the tears slid down his cheeks. "MERRIT STOP! I CAN'T! PLEASE!"
But Merrit held him firmly in place, completely unrelenting. "You think you can keep her from me little brother?" He snarled softly, almost lovingly. "Then withstand me."
Jacob was trembling, overwhelmed, broken open with laughter, and you could see his body beginning to give out. Limbs growing weak, chest struggling to rise between cackling sobs.
You surge forward, heart breaking. "Mertit, enough! Please, please stop. You're going to destroy him."
At last Merrit looked up. His eyes met yours, dark, bottomless, filled with something cruel and possessive. He stilled his hands slowly, not before giving Jacob's hips one last, spiteful squeeze that sent him howling again.
Jacob collapsed beneath him, panting, eyes glassy, his body twitching in the aftershock.
Merrit rose and turned to you, utterly unfazed, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Now, come here, Petal. Lets remind you who you belong to."
His hand extended toward you, the same hand that just ravaged his brother, waiting. Mertits hand was ice and fire in your palm, long fingers lacing through yours with deceptive gentleness. The moment you took it, the world around you dissolved in a shimmer of black and violet shadow. The wooden warmth of Jacob's cottage was gone in an instant, replaced by the oppressive intimacy of Merrits private chambers.
His bed loomed behind you, black silk sheets, velvet shadows, and the scent of his want lingering in the air like smoke. You barely had time to breathe before he was on you, not rushing but stalking, each step deliberate, hungry, inevitable. His dimpled smirk was gone, replaced with a dark, unreadable intensity as he advanced.
You moved back instinctively. One step then another, until your calves hit the edge of the bed.
He towered over you now, the light catching in his raven hair, his eyes so deep they looked like twin voids. He leaned in close, voice curling around your throat like sin and sex.
"Tonight's not for you, darling," he purred, his breath brushing your ear as his hand slid into your hair, tilting your head back. "I know what it does to you...when I make you beg. When I dont let you breathe, dont let you cum."
He dragged his teeth lightly down the side of your neck, the sensation equal parts pleasure and a threat. His hands were already working. One slipped beneath your clothes to roam your sides, dragging along ticklish ribs, and brushing your nipples just enough to make you whimper. The other still fisted in your hair to keep you still.
"You're going to be so primed," he whispered, voice low and cruel. "So desperate. Your thighs trembling. Your little **** soaking wet. You'll beg me to take you on your hands and knees like the good pet you are."
He forced you to sit on the edge of the bed, then shoved you back so that you were lying down. He climbed over you slowly, straddling your hips. You could already feel the hard press of him against you. But he didn't grind or thrust. He held himself back. He always did when he wanted to drive you mad.
"But I'm not going to," he murmured, brushing his lips over yours, but never kissing you. His hips dipped forward once, a tease, making your breath hitch. And then he stopped entirely.
"Im going to deny you," he growled, trailing his fingers between your legs with aching slowness. "Over and over. Until you'd give anything...anything... for a single drop of relief. And then," he continued, dark lashes lowered, lips grazing your ear. "I'll use that pretty little mouth of yours. Ill be the only one getting satisfaction tonight, love. Tonight you exist to please me."
He slipped his fingers into your mouth without warning, two of them, smooth and strong, pressing your tongue down as he watched your eyes flutter. Devouring the sight of you falling apart with need.
"Good girl. Suck."
And then.
The air changed.
A sudden crack of devine light split the room.
You gasped. Even Merrit froze, a flicker of irritation crossing his face, until the shimmer tore open fully and Jacob stepped through.
But this was no gentle Jacob, he was magnificent.
He stood shirtless, his chest rising and falling with restrained fury, every muscle sculpted with divine precision. His light brown hair wild, glowing slightly from the shimmer, and behind him - two enormous black wings unfolded slowly, casting powerful shadows across the room. Their sheer size filled the space with celestial weight, each feather iridescent with streaks of gold and silver. His bear feet touched down silently, and the floor cracked beneath him.
His eyes, usually soft and playfull, we're now glowing bright molten amber, nearly blinding. His jaw was tight. Lips pressed in a grim line. A silver tatoo glowed across his collarbone, some ancient rune that pulsed with every breath. Power rolled off him in waves.
His eyes locked on Merrit.
And without a word, he moved.
In a blur, his hand was at Merrits throat, slamming the dark prince against the stone wall. The shadows shrieked and recoiled as Jacob's devine aura flared, burning through them. Merrit gasped, caught off guard, his elegant frame pinned - hard.
Delicate tendrils of silver light erupted from Jacob's wrists, wrapping around Merris arms and legs, holding him there, helpless. His body jerked once against them, and then stilled, his jaw tight, teeth bared.
Jacob's voice was deadly quiet, barely above a whisper, but it rumbled through the room like thunder.
"Its finally time," he said low and furious, "that you learned to share, brother."
He didn't look at you. Not yet. His whole presence was focused, controlled, but just barely. There was rage in him, not just at what he'd walked in on, but at every time Merrit had claimed you, tortured you, teased you just to the edge and kept you there.
"Let. Me. Go." Merrits voice was low and venomous, seething with restrained magic and pride.
Jacob didn't flinch.
He leaned in slowly, his massive wings arched out and curved around them like a shield, enclosing the two in a cocoon of unquestioned dominance. You could barely breathe, frozen, heart pounding.
Jacob paused, so close that his breath ghosted Merrits ear. Then in a voice dripping with mockery and danger, he whispered:
"Fuck you."
Jacob's lips barely parted as he growled under his breath, for Merrit alone. "I want her to see her precious dark prince break like a whimpering little girl. I want it seared into her memory."
Without another word, he began.
His fingers struck fast, mercilessly. Jacob's hands, glowing with devine light, dug into Merrits ribs first.
Hard.
Swift.
Relentless.
Merrit hissed sharply through his teeth, jerking uselessly against the shimmering bindings, but they held fast.
And Jacob didn't stop.
He pressed across his brothers sides with terrifying precision, strong hands gliding from hip bones to underarms, in a constant, vicious rhythm. No magic. No incantations. Just pure, natural skill.
Merrit's composure fractured.
A sudden high pitched gasp escaped him. His lips curled back into a snarl, but it was already too late. Jacob's hands spidered between the hollow of every rib, thumbs dragging in slow, tormenting circles.
"Hh - hhh - hahh!" Merrit's breath hitched violently. "St-stop it!"
Jacob didn't even acknowledge the plea.
He kept going.
Faster now, crueler.
Merrits body thrashed, but the silver light around his arms and legs burned brighter, tighter. His back arched against the wall, eyes wide with panic, and his lips trembled. A sound started to build in his throat, one he tried to swallow back, but it broke free
"N-no!" He snarled. "You dont get to...! A-ahh! Nn-no- not there! NOT THERE!"
His voice cracked.
He laughed. A sharp, broken burst of it. Pure and uncontrollable. The sound of it shook you.
Jacob's eyes flicked to you for the first time. Just a flash, and you saw something dark and satisfied there.
Then he went for Merrits hips.
Two thumbs dug in just above Merrits waistband, kneading in that horribly sensitive spot between the lower belly and the curve of the bones. Merrit screamed...a breathless, giggly, humiliating sound.
"No! No! Jacob! I - hahh - f-fuck y-you! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
His body spasmed involuntarily, muscles jerking and flexing uselessly. His whole body trembled.
And Jacob kept going.
Silent.
Focused.
His wings arched slightly with every movement, casting shadows that danced behind him like hands of judgement. He was breaking Merrit. Slowly.
Jacob's fingers slowed to a crawl, unforgiving, meticulous, cruelly slow. The pads of his fingers glided up and down the tender hollows of Merrits underarms, dragging the torment out in excruciating waves. Each movement was measured, sensual in its cruelty. Not fast enough to overwhelm, but perfectly paced to drag Merrit into madness.
Merrits composure shattered. His head thrashed from side to side, mouth open in a scream before it broke into desperate, breathless laughter.
"NO! NO NO NO, JACOB, BROTHER! NOT LIKE THAT! NOT LIKE THAT!"
Jacob didn't flinch. His jaw was set, his eyes glowing with radiant purpose. His voice was low, deep, and final.
"Yes...like that. Exactly like that."
He didn't speak again. There was nothing left to say. The task before him was sacred. He didn't stop. He didn't allow Merrit to catch his breath. He didn't allow for a moments respite. Merrit shrieked, laughter almost silent now, still trying to twist, to beg, to dissappear into shadow.
You had never seen Merrit like this. Your dark prince, undone. Helpless. Beautiful.
He was now still, slumped, gasping in ruin, when Jacob finally pulled his hands away. The light released the trembling mess of the shadow prince, letting him fall to his knees. The once imposing presence was reduced to a quivering silhouette on the floor.
Jacob didn't look back.
He turned to you, scooping you up in his arms with a gentleness that made the aftermath even more surreal. He shimmered the two of you away in a breath into the familiar warmth of his woodland cottage; safe, quiet, the air thick with pine and wood smoke.
But he was not calm.
His chest heaved as he sat you down carefully. His fists clenched. His wings pulsed with radiant fury. The golden light that usually shon from him like peace was now trembling with restrained desire, his frustration, and protective rage. He was glowing, but it was dangerous.
You reached out to touch his arm, but he caught your wrist fast. Not rough. Not cruel. But like a creature on edge.
"Careful," he warned. "I'm not me in this form, love."
His eyes burned into yours, light hazel, turned amber with heat. He was looking at you like he needed you. Like every cell in his body was on fire and you were the only cure.
"I just..." he breathed raggedly, backing away, trying to hold himself together. "I have to stay. In case Merrit comes to collect. I cant...I wont let him touch you again tonight."
You stepped towards him gently, heart aching over his struggle. "What do you need?" You whispered.
His jaw clenched. "To claim you."
There was agony in his voice. Desire and restraint warring like titans.
You didn't hesitate.
"Then claim me, my love."
And that's all it took.
He was on you in a heartbeat, his lips crashing into yours like a promise of war and worship. Your clothes were gone in seconds and his hands roamed everywhere at once, feverish and tender. He kissed down your neck, your shoulders, trailing his fingers alone your waist until...he tickled.
The moment your giggles escaped, he moaned deeply against your mouth, like the sound was a drug he couldn't get enough of.
He tickled again, more deliberately. You laughed, and again he moaned, biting down softly on your neck, grinding his hips against you in the rhythm with the giggles he coaxed from your lips. The more you laughed, the more feral he became.
"You dont know what you're doing to me," he groaned. "Your laugh, it kills me, love. God's I need it. I need it!"
With a sudden fluid motion, Jacob scopped you up and pulled you onto his lap, your thighs straddling his. His hands were rough and reverant all at once.
"I need you," he growled, his voice dark and shaken with need. "Now."
He didn't bother with buttons or belts. His fingers tore at the fabric of his pants, the last barrier between your bodies, and within seconds he had freed himself. Then slowly, deliberately, he guided you down onto him. The moment he entered you, his head dropped back with a low, gutteral moan, the sound vibrating deep in his chest.
He was still.
Utterly, devastatingly still.
Not a single thrust. Not a single motion from him.
Just heat.
Pressure.
Possession.
And then...his hands moved.
They rose to your sides with maddening precision, fingertips finding the sensitive spaces between your ribs. He knew exactly where to go. Where your nerves were electric, where your laugh would bubble uncontrollably to the surface. He didnt tickle you like someone playing. He tickled you like a lover studying your body, a craftsman testing how you responded, adjusting, learning, using.
You gasped, already twitching, already giggling. His fingers pressed a little harder now, skimming along the tops of your thighs. Your hips twitched against him. Your body jerked, bounced, squirmed. All of it involuntary, caused by his tormenting fingers, all of it exactly what he wanted.
"Keep doing that, dont stop," he moaned into your ear, his breath shakey against your neck.
Your movements forced him deeper. He groaned again, louder this time, as your laughter grew frantic.
"That's it," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Move for me, love. Dance on me like that."
His hands slid up to your hips, pressing gently, rotating his thumbs, sending you spiraling into a fit of laughter that kept you in constant motion. Your hips bounced atop his swollen shaft as you shook and giggled helplessly.
"I could die like this," he breathed. "Burried in you, drowning on your laugh..."
And still he didn't thrust. He let's you ride him. Let's your body do it, helpless under his torment.
He angled in, found that one spot beneath your arm, your most sensitive place...and grazed it with unbearable delicacy.
You jerked hard and screamed.
He cried out with you.
"Fuck yes..." His hands trembled now. "Again. Let go for me."
You didn't mean to grind onto him. You didn't mean to bounce harder, but your body couldn't help it. His fingers kept coaxing, tickling, sending you spirling deeper and deeper into laughter, and with it, the sweet, wild rhythm of your hips that drive him to the edge.
"You're going to break me," he gasped, forehead pressed to yours, voice drugged and broken from pleasure. "Just like this. Just your laughter...your tight little body. Fuck...I'm losing it."
And he was.
His hands slowed.
Breath quickened.
And for the first time he entered you, he thrust.
He tried going slow, wanting to draw out the pleasure. But then you giggled...on purpose. The sound shattered the last of his restraint. His hands resumed their merciless torment, trailing everywhere at an otherworldly pace. You threw your head back and your laugh echoed off the walls like a wicked lullaby.
Pleasure surged between you both, tangled with delirious tickling, the heat of skin against skin, the wicked euphoria of two bodies giving in completely. He was thrusting into you frantically now.
"You're mine. Mine. Mine." He growled again and again in your ear, claiming you with every tickle, every shiver, every thrust.
Pleasure ripped through you both like lightning, a shared detonation that tore through every muscle, every breath, every nerve ending. You shattered together, screaming, gasping, clawing, clinging. There was no space left between your bodies, no distance between your souls.
Only heat.
Release.
The sounds of his moaning tangled in with your cries.
He held you through it, arms wrapped tightly around you, until your breath quieted and the tension in your muscles softened. The air around you was thick with the scent of spent magic and sweat, tinged with the remnants of wings, gone now, as the devine intensity faded.
There was a shift, the tension in his body softened, his energy no longer coiled and feral, but gentle...earthbound.
Jacob's fingers reached up with care, as if afraid to break the spell. Two fingers under your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes. The change was undeniable. Gone was the powerful guardian, the panting, dominant force who had just claimed you with such passion and ecstacy.
In his place was Jacob.
Your Jacob.
His warm, expressive eyes, now wide and impossibly soft searched yours for any trace of regret, pain or discomfort.
"Are you alright, love?" He asked, voice low and tentative, laced with emotion. "Did I hurt you?"
That question, so sincere, so heartbreakingly sweet after everything, struck a chord deep inside you. You answered not with words, but with a kiss. Slow. Lingering. His lips melted into yours. When you finally pulled back, your lips parted in a soft giggle...on purpose.
A mistake.
Because instantly, the light in his eyes changed again.
Not the guardian now. No. Something else. Something far more dangerous in its mischief.
"If you keep giggling like that, love..." he whispered, his fingers now grazing the bare skin of your waist. "I'm going to have to make love to you so gently..."
His hands slid up your sides, warm and slow, and deliciously threatening. His tone was syrupy-sweet and playful.
"...and tickle you so maddeningly slow, you might just regret it."
It wasnt a threat, not really. It was a promise. And now? He was going to take his time. No more frantic need. No more desperate thrusts. Just the sweet, unbearable touch of featherlight touches, slow rolling hips, uncontrollable laughter, and the most dangerous thing of all:
Jacob's infinant patience.
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