I was slammed against the wall the second I walked in. He left trails of heated lust with his mouth and hands as he removed my clothes. I gasped as his strong arms lifted me and pushed me up the wall, allowing me to wrap my bare legs around him. I couldn't hold back my soft whimper as his mouth descended towards my breast, which annoyingly were still covered by my bra.
"You forgot a few pieces," I whispered, motioning to my bra and panties.
"Shut up," he growled, nipping at the soft satin.
I chuckled and squirmed against his hips, knowing he would take the hint. He looked up at me through his dark lashed and smirked.
"In a hurry?"
I just simply bit my lip and nodded. Tightening his grip around my body, he moved us away from the wall and all but ran into the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and quickly removed his shirt and pants. I let my eyes roam down his hard body and then back up to his hungry eyes.
"Commando, huh?" I whispered, licking my lips.
He stalked towards me and slowly crawled over my body. "A habit you should pick up, partner." He leaned down and captured my lips, running his tongue hungrily over them. I moaned and griped his hair, opening my mouth to him. He was a taste I could never get tired of. A flavor that was beyond unique. My own personal spice made just for me.
I felt his fingertips dance over my stomach and towards my panties. I bit down on his bottom lip with need, knowing what he was going to do.
"You're shaking," he whispered against my lips. I hadn't even noticed until he said that.
"I'm horny." I smirked, knowing that would get his to shut up.
My panties never made it that night.
I was woken by the feeling of lips kissing from one side of my hip to the other. I groaned and squirmed against the touch.
"Are you serious?" I groaned. "Again? Wasn't twice enough?"
He ran his tongue over my skin and then gently blew air over it. "Never heard of third times-a-charm?" he chuckled, looking up at me.
I lifted myself up onto my elbows and cocked my head to the side. "Not all of us got yesterday off, Rookie. Some of us actually worked sixteen hours."
He opened my legs and rested his face in between then. "Then consider this me putting in my missed time." I let out a soft pant, already anticipating the pleasure I knew was coming when my cell phone went off. It wasn't the fact that my phone was ringing that pissed us both off, but the ringtone. We both knew what that ringtone meant.
Jacob sat up as I reached over for my phone. I let out a sigh and flipped it open. "Hale." I simply said.
"Hale, it's Cullen. Another body has been found. I need you to call Black and meet us down here."
I looked over at Jacob and nodded my head, letting him know we were going to work. He let out a soft curse and started going for his clothes.
"Who was the victim and where are we meeting you?" I asked agent Cullen.
"Some small town called Forks. It was that teacher, Bella something. I'll text you the address."
"Rodger that," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. "We'll be down there as soon as possible." I hung up and went to my drawer to grab a new pair of underwear. I smiles when I felt his arms wrap around me.
"So where are we going?" He said against my hair.
I smiled and leaned back against his body. "Some place called Forks." I felt him tense up and let go of me. I turned and faced him. "What? What is it?"
"Nothing," he whispered, running his hand through his hair. "I'm gonna go finish getting ready."
An hour later we pulled up to what looked like an abandoned house. The place already looked like a circus: flashing lights, tape everywhere, and idiots walking all over my evidence. Jacob was quiet the whole time, and that made me a little nervous. In the year that I've been with him he has never been the silent type.
We made our way over towards Agent Cullen, who was talking to what seemed like the local Sheriff. They turned and faced us as we reached them. I flipped open my badge and took off my sunglasses. "Hello, Sheriff. I'm agent Hale and this is agent –"
"Jacob Black." The Sheriff finished, cutting me off.
"Hi Charlie." I heard Jacob mutter, also slipping off his glasses.
I looked between the two of them and then back over at Cullen. "Where's the victim?"
"Um, over here." Cullen motioned towards the house.
He led us inside, down the basement stairs, and right at the bottom laid the body of Miss Isabella Swan.
"Jesus Christ," I heard Jacob mutter and stop halfway down. I turned my head and gave him a questioning look. He looked over at me and took a steady breath. "I…I knew her."
I turned my head towards the body, and then back at him. "Like in the biblical sense?"
He shook his head. "No, we just…" he sighed and rubbed his eyes. "We just grew up together."
I looked over his shoulder at the crying Sheriff at the top of the stairs and nodded, looking back at Jacob. "Why don't you go talk to the Sheriff and I'll take over down here, okay?" I tried to sound warm but also professional. It's hard to keep the two on check then we were on the clock. He just nodded and went back up the stairs.
"Alright," I said a little too loudly, turning and facing Cullen. "What do we have?"
"Just like the others," Cullen answered, exposing the victims' torn neck. "Not one drop of blood left."