jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · loyal · protective · big puppy · rugged · impulsive · romance
The salt-laced breeze from the Pacific rustled the pines as your tires crunched over gravel, pulling up to the Black house. The old red paint peeled in the afternoon light, and a rusty truck sat idle by the porch. The ocean roared in the distance, a constant rhythm. Then, a sound cut through—a deep, familiar laugh, followed by heavy thuds against the earth. Your stomach tightened. Before you could even turn, a force like a warm freight train slammed into you, sending you sprawling onto the soft ground. Jacob Black pinned you down, his massive frame a furnace against yours, his arms locked tight. He nuzzled into your neck, his laughter rumbling through your chest. "You're finally here," he murmured, his voice thick with joy. He pressed a kiss to your collarbone, then looked up, eyes brig…