Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, ect., are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Rated Mature for language, gore and adult situations. Readers under the age of 18 are discouraged from reading.
Summery: Bella Swan, college student and native of Phoenix Arizona is ready to start her new life near her father in Forks. Where will Sam Uley fit in? Shifters, Imprints and Vampires. Imprint Story. Sam x Bella
Chapter Four Her Wolf
The shit-eating grin that split my face was almost painful as I lingered in Bella’s entryway, tape measure in hand. It was stupid, silly and not at all manly but I was thrilled beyond words just to be in her personal space. To be so thoroughly saturated in her scent made me smile, smile like an idiot.
And she had asked me for help.
Me.
Her male.
Her wolf.
So, I was going all caveman again, but could you really blame me?
“Hey, Hot Stuff, where’s this hall tree, I need to measure.” I called out to her as I went about inspecting the wall she was planning on having me measure. Her heart rate spiked suddenly, startling me enough to drop the tape-measure to the floor with a loud bang.
Worried now, I called out again. “Tink?”
My body was bent down, picking up my dropped tape when I heard a soft snort, followed by the gentle voice of a female. “Hot stuff?” The woman laughed, sounding suspiciously like my mother.
"Allison Uley"
My mother?
My head came up fast, slamming hard against the short archway between the entry and the living area. “Mother-fuckin’… son of a bitch!" I swore. Fucking archway!
I cringed and braced for impact the moment my brain caught up with me and reminded me that I had just dropped the f-bomb in front of my mother, twice.
There very few rules growing up in her home, all running within the lines of respecting women and your elders. It was all she could really ask of me and though I slipped, quite often, I tended to agree with her. Not that she really could scold me too badly, she cursed like a damn sailor. Yeah, she was kind of hypocritical but I loved her anyways.
After a few seconds of realizing she wasn’t going to actually bop me, mostly likely because Bella was still standing there slacked jawed and looking between us, I sighed in relief.
There’s never anything quite like being emasculated by your mother in front of a good looking woman. Especially if said woman is one you wanted to strip naked and fuck into the floorboards.
Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with me?
I understood that just like any other red-blooded man, I had needs. It didn’t help any that Tink was so goddamned… and she smelled so fucking good.
Natural. Yes, that’s how she smelled to me. Natural.
Like crisp autumn leaves and spiced apples. She smelt spicy, feminine and a little dirty. I fucking loved it.
Shaking myself from the over eager thoughts of what Tink would smell like in different places, I turned my eyes back to my mother’s calculating face. I groaned internally when I noticed her stance. It was her ‘You’ve got some explaining to do’ posture and immediately, I knew I was busted.
Never could hide much from her.
Still, she looked genuinely happy with Tink standing next to her and kept shooting appreciative glances her way, then smiling every time her eyes slid back to me.
Oh yeah, she knew alright.
With out much else to do, I stood there awkwardly, head still ducked down from the height of the doorframe. “Mom?” I asked incredulously, still rubbing at the aching spot on the top of my skull. That shit had fucking hurt.
“Oh Sam, there you are.” She said sweetly, a little too sweetly in my opinion.
If there was anything my mother ever was, it wasn’t sweet. Hell, Mrs. Stanly, still cringes in fear whenever my mother went to town and with good reason, too. I’d have given anything to had been there that morning when my mother showed up out of the blue and found the neighborhood bicycle giving the local man-whore, AKA my father, a nice ride. To make a long story short, Mrs. Stanly had to have reconstructive surgery on her nose and Charlie had to bond mom out of jail.
So yeah, mom wasn’t sweet.
If she wasn’t up to something than I was Harry fucking Potter and I knew without an oversized ego that I wasn’t some scrawny, geeky white boy carrying around a magical stick or whatever.
Narrowing my eyes at her blatant nosiness, I said. “Yes, Mother, here I am. Question is, why are you here?”
She got that look on her face then. That, ‘I’m your mother, you will respect me,’ look before she huffed. I could practically hear the Samuel Uley on the tip of her scolding tongue, but to my utter surprise, it never came. Not the scolding or the smack I knew I didn’t deserve for the f-bomb slip-up.
Instead she stated. “Well, I thought I’d come by and give this dusty place a wipe down before your new tenant moved in but it was pretty obvious that she’s already here.” She said, smiling to Bella. “I haven’t been here long, so I hope you don’t think…”
Tink cut her off. “No, it’s fine.” She replied smiling back.
Oh god, I groaned, out loud this time. But fuck, they’re already getting along and that shit scarred me. I Sam Uley, pack leader to the Quileute wolf-pack was scared of my imprint and my mother getting along.
Fuck my life, because it really was an unfair bitch at times. It was already bad enough that Tink owned my balls, but now she was aligning herself with my mother’s dark forces. I might as well just sign myself up for a suicide mission and save myself the trouble.
“I was just about to lock back up when I noticed this…” My mother trailed off, as she delicately picked up what looked like a canvas of water colors. I nearly shit myself when I saw what it was. It was me again, in wolf form with what looked to be Bella a quiet a few years ago. It was so detailed that if I didn’t know any better I’d think it was done from life.
Painted Bella sat, pale and beautiful in simple jeans and a tank top with a large black wolf between her legs. It was so soft… the colors, the lines. It was simple. It was beautiful, just like her. It was so strange that an outsider could capture all the depth of being a wolf and not make me look like a monster. In fact, the way the canvas portrayed me, I looked about as docile as a house pet. Maybe it was the imprinting.
But no, it couldn’t be, I hadn’t imprinted on Tink until yesterday and the painting was dated; March, 2009. Two years ago.
I really needed to talk to old Quil, between the painting, the dreams and the tattoo this shit was getting out of hand.
Tink laughed slightly, “Yeah, this is my wolf.” She said casually to my mother, oblivious to the way my heart stuttered in my chest at her bold claim.
She had claimed me.
The girl that didn’t have a clue about shape-shifting, my pack or the fact that one day - Taha Aki had decided that she was meant for me. She would become den mother to my wolves and she didn’t have a clue, yet here she was claiming my wolf in a totally subconscious way.
Forcefully I locked my jaw and bit my cheek. I was so sure I wouldn’t shove my tongue down her throat and show her exactly who made the claims around here if I didn’t. And with my mother standing not two feet away from my girl, it would be a really bad idea.
Noticing how quiet it had suddenly gotten, I chanced a glance down at my short little mother and found her staring with wide eyes at Tink. “Your wolf?” she spluttered a little, not bothering to hide the fact that she was shocked enough to choke on her own tongue.
Tink looked back at her with a funny expression, like she couldn’t quite understand the strange looks we were both giving her. With her button nose crinkled and her head cocked to the side, she replied. “Well, yeah.”
My mother’s eyes cut to me, the expression readable enough for me to know exactly what she was thinking. It was her ’Holy shit’ face. Yeah, I knew that one well enough, it was the same expression she wore when I first phased in front of her and nearly took Joshua Uley’s head clean from his shoulders.
With a burst of laughter, my mother’s tiny hand came down on my forearm to steady herself. “I just love her, Sam.” She exclaimed loudly, and much to my embarrassment, I felt warmth starting from my neck and fanning out over the bridge of nose to the apple of my cheeks.
I was blushing. Because, I kind of loved her too.
Not in the classic romantic sense. No, we still had miles to go on that front. I didn’t even know her. But if I wasn’t kidding myself, and I damn sure wasn’t, I knew without a doubt that it wouldn’t take much. I was already hers in every sense of the word. That didn’t mean I didn’t want to pretend to be half-way normal and at least let her fall for me without the aid of mystical guidance.
To me, it was only fair. If she was going to be stuck with me the rest of her life, she should at least be allowed to choose how it was she wanted me.
My heart gave a powerful, painful lurch at the thought of her with anyone but me but I tramped that shit down and forced a smile at the still bewildered girl standing there gaping at my mother.
Leaning down to duck under that piece of shit archway, I crossed the small living room to stand behind Tink. “Don’t worry about her, Tink, I forgot to administer her meds this morning.” I mocked whispered, knowing my mother heard every word and knowing she was would never let me live this down. By five tonight, the entire Rez would know about Sam Uley’s crush on Bella Swan.
Goodbye man-card, it was really nice knowing you.
Tink gave an almighty giggle. It was throaty and deep and not at all what I expected of a girl her size. Usually, even the thought of a girls catty giggle would make me want to puke but with Tink, insta-boner.
With another groan, I realized I was still blushing like a fourteen year old and decided to busy myself with a distraction. It was too bad that while I was looking for one, I found myself distracted with a particular splattering of freckles behind Tink’s right ear. Oh god, I wanted to bite that ear.
My tongue darted out of my mouth on it’s own accord, swiping against my bottom lip while I continued to eye-fuck Tink’s ear.
Bite. Lick. Suck. Bite. Claim.
My mind and body where in overdrive as I found with myself to both, bite Tink’s ear and to stay immobile so I wouldn’t scare the shit out of her as I prayed. Please change the subject. Please change the subject.
Mother cleared her throat, thankfully snapping me out of my trance-like condition and turned her warm smile on Tink. “So Bella, what are you bringing to the dinner?”
Thank you mother.
As if she heard my thoughts, she winked at me.
“Shit!” Tink swore as she reached back to grip my forearm. “Shit, shit, shit!” She cursed again, gripping me tighter with every delicious foul-word that dripped from that equally delicious pout. Focus.
My mother tittered, clearly amused and I wasn’t sure I was happy that my mother wasn’t scolding her for it or jealous that she hadn’t. I would had the broom broken over my head by now. Okay, so jealously it is then.
“I don’t think we’ve ever served shit before at an anniversary gathering before, but maybe it’ll make waves.” My little runt of a mother replied, neither batting an eye or skipping a beat.
I was so glad at that moment that Tink had her back to me so she couldn’t see the absolutely confounded look on my face. I’m sure I resembled something that looked like a seasoned steelhead, trapped between to rocks at the waters surface and gasping for air.
I was so clearly fucked.
“No you don’t understand,” Tink reasoned, shaking her head so hard I thought she might break something. “Shit- I totally forgot.”
My mother tittered again, holding her fist to her mouth. “Oh Bella,” she crooned. “You’re going to fit in just fine.”
That alone caused me to shiver where I stood. It might not have meant much to Bella, as she really couldn’t understand the implications of what my mother had just told her. But I did. To me it could only mean one thing; Bingo Friday.
Bingo Friday was ladies night at the Rez meeting hall. From Josephine Uley; my great-great grandmother and oldest living village elder to Sue Clearwater, esteemed council member, any woman of status on the rez attended with out fail and not once in all my twenty-five years, not once have I ever seen any one of them come home sober.
Tink’s shrieking of “What the hell am I gonna do?” effectively drew me from my self-induced nightmare and back to reality and into a full blown panic.
Thankfully, my mother who was actually on her game, wrapped Tink up in a hug and started her towards the front door.
What the fuck?
Not even bothering to look back at me she called out. “Where heading into Forks, you can manage on your own, right?”
Neither one of them spared me a glance or the chance to answer before I heard the slamming door of my own truck and the start of the engine.
Again. What the fuck?
I had just been dissed and dismissed by both my mother and my imprint.
Life was so cruel.
~ Bella ~
I’ll be the first to admit that I wasn’t quite sure what to make of Mrs. Uley, or Allison as she insisted I call her. In many ways she reminded me of my own mother; free-spirited and open. But that was where the similarities ended. This woman was supremely independent and nurturing in a way I couldn’t begin to describe.
How could I?
Renee was never a bad mother, per say. Just… absent and stretched thin, reminding me of a child with an ADHD disorder who was prescribed crack-cocaine.
There was never a stillness in my childhood. We moved a lot, never staying in one house to long and her hobbies… Jesus fuck, her hobbies. Every week it was something new, something to lead her focus, which was - lets face it - shit to begin with.
Somewhere in all that focus that was spit between, rain dances, sky diving and her flavor of the week, I was lost. Left out and forgotten.
After the brief sting of jealously dissipated, I couldn’t help but to just fall in love with this woman. She was everything my mother was and should have been. It was deeply rooted in her dark brown gaze and in her graying brows. She was lifer.
An immortal mother.
It was what she was good at and it was evident in the man she raised.
Was I saying that the incident with Sam hadn’t fully creeped me out? No. Far from it. I wouldn’t say that waking up to that fuck-hot view was completely bad, just strange.
I mean how many times have you woken up from dreaming about a giant black wolf licking your toes to find a fully unconscious and fully naked Indian in your bed, doing the same exact thing.
I really needed to stop drinking. Another dream like that one and I might just sign myself into the funny-farm.
“So Bella, what do you think of my Sam?” Allison questioned, her dark eyes searching mine through the massive curtain of her lightly salted mane.
Yes, Bella, what do you think of Sam? Gorgeous. Sinful. Well proportioned, everywhere. Lick. Suck. Bite. Mine.
Okay~ This is why internal rants are bad for you.
Clearing my thoughts with a head-shake and effectively removing those pesky thoughts of just how well proportioned her baby was. I cleared my throat, finding it dry all of a sudden before I tried to squeak out an answer. “He’s very nice.”
That was so lame I could practically hear the French horns in the background.
Wam Wam Wam. Apparently, Mrs. Uley thought so too. She snorted at me, shaking her head like she didn’t nearly buy the bullshit I had just spewed from my mouth. “Nice, honey? There was nothing nice about the way you two were looking at each other.”
I tried to play it off by acting surprised and indignant but I had the feeling the bright red blush creeping up my neck gave it away. “What?”
She brought our grocery cart to a halt mid-aisle, nearly taking out old Mrs. Ateara in the process. “Bullshit,” She crowed. “I haven’t seen my Sam make such a fool of himself in a very, very long time.”
Whether it was the weight of her scrutiny or the fact that I really didn’t have anyone else to talk to on the matter, I spilled. “Alright, I happen to think your son is a wonderful man. He’s gorgeous, sweet and has a wonderful mo-”
-Mother? Oh, honey, how sweet.” She interrupts offhandedly, completely saving my ass from the word vomit stew spewing out of my mouth. I had just almost told Sam’s mother that I loved his mouth. In my defense, though, he did have a wonderful mouth. I should know, I had my toe in it this morning.
Please don’t say that, Bella.
“So, what are we looking for?” I ask in the hopes of changing the subject to a slightly lesser evil; my father’s anniversary… that I forgot, twice.
Alison laughs, of course, reading straight through me but she doesn’t comment. “Huckleberry filling.” she replied, as she loads the biggest bag of flour I’ve ever seen into my cart.
“Huckleberries? Am I making a pie?”
She winks. “Yes, they’re Samuel’s favorite.”
So fucked. So fucked. So fucked.
“You‘re looking pale, Bella, is anything wrong? Or should I call you Tink?” She asks all sincere, but anyone with half a brain could see she is teasing me.
I gulp. “Uh… it’s just… well…”
“Spit it out girl, we don’t have all fucking day.”
My eyes flash to hers. “I just don’t want you trying to play match-maker is all, I not even sure if he likes me like that. Hell, I’m not sure I like him like that.”
“Oh, he does… an so do you.”
I just stare at her, not really knowing what the fuck I could possibly say to that besides… ‘So you don’t mind if I fuck his brains out then?’, so I remain quiet.
Nodding to herself, she mutters. “Thought so. So here’s what were gonna do…
~ Sam ~
Grumbling to myself, I tried to ignore the second heartbeat in the apartment and tried to appease my wolf with the fact that at least is wasn’t another male.
Tink and my imprint-blocking mother had returned to the apartment approximately an forty minutes later, loaded down with groceries. They by-passed me in the living room on their way to the kitchen, not even sparing me a glance. My wolf whined.
Shaking out my shoulders, I went back blowing off Tink’s house guest and went about my business and started taking the walls height measurement in her bedroom for some of the large pieces in Bella’s collection as I listen to them cackle like they were the best of friends in the kitchen.
For the briefest second I wondered if my mother had coached her into ignoring me, it made the most sense seeing as just the night before Tink could barely keep her eyes off me. It sounded like something my mother would do and I knew that she knew it would effect me.
It’s all of fifteen minutes after my great epiphany before I can’t contain myself any longer. The sound of their collective laughter and the smell of pie is just to much for man and wolf and I go thudding down the stairs, not giving a shit if my heavy footfalls rip the wooden planks straight from the case.
“Enough,” I bellow slightly. It’s a sudden cease fire on all giggling as mother and imprint stare at me like startled owls. “What are you two… mmmm, is that Huckleberry?” I ask dreamily, damn near floating to the oven on the fumes alone.
“Yes,” Tink giggles amusedly at my heavily lidded look. “Allison thinks it would be a good reprieve from the tons of white chocolate cake dad and Sue get every year for desert.” She turns from me with ridiculous oven mitts on her hands that look like giant trout and bends over.
Oh shit! Like a bunny, I find myself hiding behind Tink’s island, hoping to shield my mother’s eyes from the large problem in my pants. Tink’s already seen it, I’m sure, since I was hard as a fucking rock all night long after my stellar toe-licking assault.
Damn, did her toes taste good.
It’s an hour later before I realize that I’ve been standing against the island in a daze and that Tink and mother have gone about ignoring me again. They were chatting happily about Bella’s curriculum and her need for a vehicle. No matter what they say I still can’t remove the image of Bella bent over that oven door to save my life.
Please just go down, I plead with my dick.
He doesn’t listen.
It’s a few minutes more before I realize Tink has showered and changed.
How the fuck did I miss that.
A smack to the back of the head is my answer. “If you’d stop staring into space with your mouth open you might have notice her leave the room.” Mother hisses.
Looking down at my mother it’s hard not to notice the smug expression on her worn face. “What?”
“Imprinting,” she sighs and flits about the kitchen once more, throwing some things in the sink while she situates two pies into a carrier. “You know you’re going to have to tell her soon don’t you?”
And again, I say. “Huh?”
“Good Jesus, Samuel!” She exasperated with me, but I can’t help it, the smell of Huckleberry pie and freshly showered Bella are making my head all fuzzy.
I wonder if I could bottle that smell? I would make a killing.
I’m pretty sure the only thing that would smell better would be Tink in the throws of passion. I could see it now; Tink’s pack pressed against kitchen cabinets, my face buried between those silky white thighs… my tongue stroking in smooth, hard passes against her ripe, blossoming…
“Sam!”
“What!” My head jerks up and again, smacking against the copper pots and pans hanging from the ceiling rack I don’t remember installing.
“Are you going to stand there all day muttering about installing hardware that you put in an hour ago, or are you going to go home and change. You stink worse than bar whore.” Mother tells me. That smug smile is back and Tink’s whole body is blushing. Mmmm.
Looking across the room to the strange looking coo-coo clock Tink has hanging there, hoping I’m not as far behind as I thought. I am and it’s worse.
“Fuck!” I swore as I rush from the kitchen and start gathering my array of discarded tools. “Mother-fucker!”
“Samuel Adam Uley, language!” The old hag screams from the kitchen and sends Tink into a fit of hysterics.
“You named him Sam Adams?” Tink giggles.
Mother must have nodded because she didn’t reply to prompt Tink’s next question. “Bible names?” Bella asked sarcastically.
“Beer.”
Groaning, I exit the house hoping that tonight’s party will go marginally better than the day I spent with my mother.
Ha, not likely. After all I still had to talk to Chief Swan about the marking ritual.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, ect., are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Rated Mature for language, gore and adult situations. Readers under the age of 18 are discouraged from reading.
Summery: Bella Swan, college student and native of Phoenix Arizona is ready to start her new life near her father in Forks. Where will Sam Uley fit in? Shifters, Imprints and Vampires. Imprint Story. Sam x Bella
Chapter Three Toe Licking and Mouthy Mothers ~ Sam ~
Still drunk and in wolf form, I sprawled out on the floor at the end of my bed watching my girl sleep. Well, snore anyway.
The party had ended several hours ago but Bella had been in bed since just a little after midnight. I could understand, she was jet lagged and had a pretty decent buzz going by the time she decided to go pile up on my couch. And that’s exactly where I found her four hours later; snoring into my throw pillow.
I could lie and say I tried to wake her up before I physically carried her to my bedroom, but I won’t and I didn’t. I’ve always been a terrible liar which is why I refuse to play poker with Paul; I have no poker face. I didn’t even try and wake Tink when I found her uncomfortably crunched up on my loveseat. Jared and Kim had gone home as did Jacob and Leah. Emily much like Bella had shit to do the next day and disappeared onto the pull out couch before even Bella had called it quits for the night.
So when I stumbled in after Embry had passed out in the grass, I found Paul and Emily naked as the day they were born, stretched out across the pull-out (pun intended) bed in a manner that screamed “We just had nasty sex all over your couch”, yeah, I couldn’t leave Bella there to wake up to that. Fuck, I would be burning the sheets as soon as they left in the morning.
I can’t even say for sure if I was thinking coherently when I picked my girl up and tossed her into the middle of my bed, but I was just drunk enough not to care at the time. She gave a little squeak and shot up. “Sam?” she questioned, eyeing me through slanted, sleepy eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping.” I told her gruffly, because I was to drunk to say much else and that was exactly what I planed on doing. “Go to sleep, Tink.”
“But-” she protested. “The couch-”
“Trust me when I say, you don’t want to wake up out there.” I informed her with a giant yawn and I could only pray it was dark enough to her human eyes not to notice the hard cock scraping against the zipper of my jeans.
Why, oh why did she have to take off that skirt?
I had found out rather quickly after picking her up that she had discarded her skirt sometime before or during the time she had been asleep on the couch, leaving her in nothing but some kind of cotton underwear and her tank top. It startled me so bad when my hands met the soft skin of her bare thighs that I nearly fucking dropped her. As it was, I still stumbled.
“Oh?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me with foggy eyes, completely confused.
Stumbling over to the bed, I yanked a pillow from behind her back and the heavy comforter off the bed, a comforter I wouldn’t even have if it wasn’t for my overbearing, nosy mother and threw them down on the floor as I spoke. “Yeah, uh… feel free to go back out there but I think you’re going to see more of Paul and Emily than you’re comfortable with.”
Scratching the back of my neck, I turned to face her and nailed her with an “are you serious look”. Her eyes widened as her mouth dropped. “Oh!”
“Yeah,” I replied with another yawn, plopping down onto the hardwood. “Didn’t figure you wanted to wake up with Paul’s sweaty balls in your face.” I wanted to smack the shit out of myself as soon the words fell from my lips.
God, what the fuck was wrong with me? I’ve always considered myself a gentleman, conservative around women, especially. Now this girl comes into my life and I couldn’t seem to shut my fucking mouth.
“Fuck,” I murmured. I didn’t even have to look at her to know her cheeks were glowing with embarrassment as I was sure I would be if I wasn’t so fucking plastered.
Damn Old Quil and his ancient “spirits”.
It was good few seconds until the tale-tell signs of Tink’s giggles broke the piercing silence. It started with a very unladylike snort, to which she promptly slapped both hands over her mouth. “I can’t believe you just said that.” She giggled.
“Me either.” I grumbled, punching my pillow in a guise of fluffing it but in reality I felt like the biggest jackass. Paul’s sweaty balls? Really, Sam?
She brought one of my pillows to her face then and burst out laughing. Though it was muffled, I could tell she was about to piss herself with mirth. “Sorry,” She tried, wiping at her face while she got a handle on her snorting.
We went quiet again and Tink seemed to be thinking something over, her brows drawn tight as she chewed on that fucking lower lip. Cue hard dick. After a few seconds she must have come to a conclusion over what ever the hell it was she was brooding over because she shrugged those thin shoulders and reached for the hem of her tank and started to tug it up over her head.
My mouth hit the floor. “What the hell are you doing!” I exclaimed, probably a little too loudly and I hoped like fuck that I didn’t wake Paul up. The last thing I needed was him barreling through the door and seeing anymore of my Tink than he already obviously had. I wasn’t so secure in my control to say I wouldn’t fucking kill him should he see her undressed in my bed. I blamed it on my inner caveman, or in laymen’s terms; my wolf. It was a territory thing.
Tink looked at me like I was stupid. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking off my top.” She said it so naturally that I really had a hard time coming up with a comment to protest. Not that I really wanted to protest her nakedness but I was truly terrified I would pounce on her as soon as I saw those milky pups.
“Sam,” Bella huffed. “I haven’t slept in a shirt in over nine years, I don’t intend to start now. If it makes you uncomfortable, turn your head and don’t look.”
And that’s how I ended up in wolf form, at the end of my own bed, licking Bella’s toes like they were saltwater taffy.
Tink, she had woken up momentarily. Actually she shot up in bed, looking down at me in all my black furred glory, still nuzzling and licking at her sinful fucking toes. Those black paw prints just calling to me in a way I couldn’t describe. Not knowing what else to do, I licked them. It seemed natural, so I went with it.
Tink looked at me curiously for a minute, just licking her before she flopped back into the pillows and moaned. Apparently, I’m a really good toe-licker.
Fucking hell!
She didn’t sleep near as long as I thought she would for as much as she drank; it was only about seven hours or so. She wasn’t exactly a morning person either, once she woke up.
Tink did squeak however, when she saw me, naked as the day I was born, laying at her feet. “Sam!” She shouted, throwing all my pillows at me.
Rolling around in her sweet smelling sheets, I grumbled. “Sleep, Tink, sleep.”
While I found the whole situation amusing, she didn’t. By the time she had woken and got her shit together, I was positive that she wasn’t gonna speak to me for a year.
“So uh… you wanna go catch breakfast with me?” I asked, nervously moving to stand behind her in the kitchen. She looked a bit rumpled this morning but just as beautiful as ever.
She rounded on me then with fire burning so hot in her dark eyes I could literally feel the flames licking at my skin. “Breakfast, really? That’s what you’re going to say? Breakfast?” Tink’s voice was raising an octave with every syllable she uttered, her face turning an interesting shade of red.
She must get that from Charlie. That man had an impressive array colors.
“I just woke up with you naked at the foot of the bed I was sleeping topless in with my toe in your mouth! You, who brought me to said bed because you didn’t figure I wanted to wake up with Paul’s sweaty balls in my face! Are yours supposed to be better?” Her face went pale as a sheet even as she said it. “Oh god, I really just said that, didn’t I?”
Her face was fucking priceless; eyebrows pinched together and her nose wrinkled in disgust. All I could think was, if she only knew. Sometimes the pack mind-meld really sucked and I wouldn’t be the first to say how disturbing it is too see Paul’s genitals through his own eyes as Emily went down on him.
Now, I normally considered myself a fairly intelligent man. I may not be an Einstein or a Newton but I was usually graced with enough of a higher brain function that would advise against laughing at a girl like Bella when she had just embarrassed the shit out of herself. Apparently all higher brain functions were out to lunch at the moment because like the fucking tool I was, I laughed and I laughed hard.
I was laughing so damn hard that I totally missed the puddle of liquid on my kitchen floor, just to my left, no doubt from one of the leaky coolers from last night.
I damn sure didn’t see my foot stepping in it until I was ass over tea kettle and Paul came rushing into the kitchen, sleep haggard, hung-over and most importantly, buck ass naked. If I hadn’t thought Bella’s face was funny before, I sure as hell did now. Her eyes went wide at the sight of Paul’s junk and I found the whole situation so fucking ironic I couldn’t even get mad when she gave it an apprising nod, I was still laughing too hard.
“What the fuck is wrong with Tickle Me Elmo?” He asked Bella, well more liked bitched to Bella, but whatever. Potato, potato, right?
It was getting hard to breath at this point and my vision had gone blurry but I could still see Bella and the smirk that upturned on her dainty mouth as she eyed Paul’s package again then said, “Your balls apparently.”
If it were possible my gut clenched tighter, my shoulders shaking so hard I was sure I heard something crack but the fucking shocked look on Paul’s face was just too much. He looked down at himself and then back at me before he gave up on trying to figure out Bella’s cryptic answer and strolled casually back into the living room.
“Christ, Tink,” I said after several minutes of lamas like breathing. It was nearly five full minutes before I could speak and even then it was crackling with the laughter still rumbling inside my stomach. Wiping at my tear streaked face, I took the hand that Bella was offering to help me up, eagerly. “I think you’re the first person to effectively shock the shit out of Paul. I don’t know if I should kiss you or award you with some kind of a medal?”
I groaned, palming my forehead. Foot meet mouth. Because I sure as hell didn’t have control of it anymore.
She cocked at thin, manicured brow at me, the corner of her mouth twitching. “Kiss me, huh?”
I can’t say for sure what made me do what I did next. I guess I could blame it on the imprint thing but I wasn’t so sure that it wasn’t just purely me that made me grab her. “Alright.” I told her, leaning in, eyes closed. Warm skin met my own and I sighed with happiness, until I noticed two things.
One, if it was Bella’s lips I was kissing then I was a fucking leech. The texture of the skin was off and didn’t taste or smell right.
Two, Tink’s tiny foot was slapping loudly against the tiles of my kitchen floor, tapping at a hundred miles a minute.
I cracked one eye open and with the sight that met my eyes, I quickly opened the other and backed away, just a little. Tink had her hand cupped securely around my mouth, her lips were pulled down into a frown and her dark chocolate eyes were narrowed. “You’re fucking brain dead if you think you’ll be putting those lips on me, Samuel Uley.” She scolded, reminding me disturbingly of my own mother. Another slip of a woman, equally terrifying to both me and pack brothers alike.
Opening my mouth to apologize only made Tink press harder against my mouth. “I know for a fact that you had my toes in your mouth at some point last night and just… no thank you.” She said sternly, shuddering slightly.
She giggled, moving her soft fingers from my mouth to caress my cheek. “So breakfast, huh?” I had to wonder how much of this was her reacting to the imprint? Would she still be so attracted to me without it? Did I care?
While I had no idea about how much the imprinting effected her or if she would still be so drawn to me, I did know without a doubt that I didn’t care. She was mine and that was all that mattered to me.
So, taking her pale hand in mine, I nodded my head and pulled her towards the front door.
~
Breakfast was a little… awkward and so was the conversation.
As soon as we walked into the diner and saw Charlie, I knew I had made a mistake in choosing to come here, especially since Bella still hadn’t changed her clothes from last night. You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what it looked like to an overprotective father.
It was stupid, really or rather I was stupid. It was common knowledge that you could always find Charlie at the diner on mornings that Sue worked; which was everyday. His head snapped up from his paper as the bell over the door rang and as soon as his eyes landed on Bella and I, they narrowed.
Not a good sign.
“Well look at you two,” Sue greeted cheerfully as Tink sat down in the corner booth buy the window, my booth. Interesting. “Bella, did you sleep over at Sam’s?” She asked with a knowing smile and cheeky wink.
From across the room I could hear Charlie choking on his coffee before he spluttered out in time with Tink. “Sue!”
“What?” She asked innocently as she poured my coffee and handed each of us a menu. “Oh, did that sound bad?”
I just snorted as Bella giggled but it all died when I noticed the particular shade of purple Charlie’s face was turning. Like I said, it was a Swan thing.
“It’s not like that, Sue.” Tink stated loudly, staring straight at her father even as she spoke to Sue. “I went to Jared and Kim’s party and I wasn’t about to let Sam or any of the guys drive me home after they started drinking.”
Sue looked at Tink and then at me before shaking her head and mouthing ‘sure’ when Tink wasn’t looking. I snickered into my coffee and placed my order.
When I finally managed to shoo the prying woman away with groaning complaints of an empty stomach, I turned to Tink. “About this morning, I uh…”
Tink threw up a defending hand, “Just stop, Sam. You don’t have to apologize. While it was strange to wake up the way we did this morning, I’ll be the first to admit to doing some fairly disturbing and embarrassing stuff while shit-faced.”
I was just about to open my mouth, with what I was sure was some extremely heinous retort when the bell above the door chimed again and in piled most of my pack. Leah seemed like she was fine, amused even as she dragged an under the weather Jacob and Embry behind her. Jared and Kim were sickening as usual and Seth and the younger boys just looked tired. Quil, on the other hand looked like death warmed over and wouldn’t so much as raise his head in Bella’s direction.
He must have finally caught on.
“God, Bells, are you always this loud,” Jake grumbled as he slid into the booth to our right. “I could hear you outside.”
Tink looked at me, mischief shining in her eyes as she slid closer to where Jake sat, which to my great pleasure was on the other side of me. Her eyes were pleading with me to keep quiet as her milky white legs straddled my lap, scooting closer to Jake’s ear all the while. Now, this would have been on my list of the greatest fucking ways to start the day if not for the look daggers Charlie had shooting out of his eyes; all of them directed at me.
Swallowing thickly, I groaned. “Bella, Charlie’s-”
A sharp pinch on my upper thigh had me wanting to growl and make her my breakfast. “Shush.” She scolded and leaned in, effectively sandwiching my face between two perfect breasts as she folded her arms around my neck.
To do what? I had no idea, nor did I care.
Yeah, I was gonna dieing but fuck if I wasn’t in heaven already.
I felt her chest expand and contract as she took a deep breath just before she let the mother of all whistles rip. Jake nearly shot of the booth and his skin, smacking his head on the lamp above while he attempted to cover his aching ears. Fuck it was loud. I had a feeling my ears would be ringing for days. Leah growled as Jake, Seth and Embry groaned.
Embry was looking more and more like he wanted to be sick. “Bell,” he whined. “Was that really necessary?”
Tink looked like she was trying to look offended and was failing miserably at convincing anyone. She had her hand pressed to her chest, just where her heart would be as she batted those full lashes. “Mr. Call, are you insinuating that I did that on purpose, knowing that my bestest-best friend had a hang-over headache?” She asked all innocent like while she jutted out that full bottom lip.
Dear sweet baby Jesus! This girl was something else.
Even from beside me I could feel the wince Jake gave when Tink called him her bestest-best friend not knowing that Jake could have heard her a mile off.
~ Bella ~
It was official.
I was losing my mind.
It was either that or things in La Push are not what they seem.
Things were just too… strange.
It started with the guys, most of them I had known my entire life and they were just not the same. As stupid as the concept sounded, I knew in my heart that I was right. I understood that the boys would be different, hell most of them were men now in age and the other half looked like grown men anyways… but still.
It would have been different if it were common for Quileute men to grow so gigantic but it wasn’t and they didn’t. I’m not saying that Quileute men are naturally short, far from it in fact but the usual height was somewhere ranging from 5’9” to 6’0” not the whopping 6’9 that Sam was. As a matter of fact I don’t think any of his friends were smaller than 6’4”. It was goddamn ridiculous how fucking tall they were.
I still couldn’t get over how grossly wrong I was when judging Sam’s height last night, and nearly spit out my beer when Emily told me how tall he really was.
That wasn’t the end of it, either.
Hardly.
Beyond the fact that La Push seemed to have steroids running in their tap water, there was a borderline disturbing air of authority that Sam seemed to have over all the young men in the tribe. At first I had just brushed it off as Sam’s Chief influences but after seeing the way he was with Quil last night, I’m not so sure.
Then of course, there was that fucked up dream and then waking up and seeing Sam, stark naked and in the same position the wolf had been in, his hot arm encircling my calf and my big toe in his mouth. Just like the wolf.
Was it even a dream at all?
I had seen that black wolf in my dreams almost every night for the past nine years, so last night when I saw it at the end of Sam Uley’s bed, licking my toes, I thought little of it. It was just another one of my dreams slightly skewed from the alcohol and intense sexual tension between Sam and myself.
But this morning…
He was there, in place of my wolf. It was all just a little to coincidental for it to not be alarming. The man seemed so completely at ease at my feet, naked as the day he was born and didn’t so much as blink an I when I started hurling everything from pillows to his alarm clock at him this morning. But even more troubling was other than being embarrassed out of my mind, I wasn’t all that uncomfortable with how I found Sam this morning.
Call me crazy, but I felt powerfully connected to him. It was soul penetrating and I had no explanation for it.
I really needed to speak with Jake about all this, or maybe Billy. I wasn’t ignorant to the Quileute legends of the Spirit Warriors and the Cold One and as with lore in any ethnic group, most of them were stemmed somewhere from truth. Just how much was true, was the question I should be asking.
Other than my little bit of revenge on Jake this morning and the beams of fire Charlie was shooting out his eye sockets at Sam, breakfast past fairly easy.
“I should probably get you home, Tink.” Sam said just after he threatened to physically restrain me if I didn’t give him the check. Jake had just shook his head and called Sam an idiot. Needless to say, I didn’t have much choice but he did promise to let me pick up the next one.
It was weird how happy it made me that Sam was implying us spending more time together. Yeah Swan, you’re in lust…
“I’m sure you’ve got a ton of shit to do today?” He said offhandedly as he opened up the passenger door to his pick-up.
Smiling cheekily as I climbed into the cab, “Trying to get rid of me already, Mr. Uley?”
He smirked, his dark eyes shining with something unidentifiable. “Not at all, Ms. Swan.”
My heart slammed into my chest when I realized what I was doing, my pulse racing.
I was stalling.
I didn’t want to go home.
I didn’t want him to leave.
“You alright, Tink?” Sam asked, concerned by my sudden seriousness and silence. Strong fingers lightly bit into the skin of my chin as he guided my eyes to his. “You look like a deer who suddenly smelled a bear. Shit, Tink, you’ve gone all pale!”
His fingers were shaking and tenor of his voice was rising with panic. It was another one of those alarming moments because I swear to fuck that I could actually feel his frantic pulse welling up in my own chest.
“I’m fine,” I claimed. It was totally untrue and I probably said it a bit too forcibly because Sam’s face clearly stated he didn’t by my bullshit lie for one second.
Nonetheless, he nodded and said, “Okay.”
The ride back to the apartment was silent for the most part and it seemed that the playful nature we had been in earlier was over now, on both our counts. In fact, he didn’t utter a word until he pulled up my little gravel drive and he started muttered something about Paul and cleaning up after himself.
“Uh…” he said, his nervous coming back. Damn. While I happened to find a shy Sam endearing, mostly because it’s fucking adorable on a man his size. I still liked the confident Sam better. “Did you need help with anything? You know, furniture?”
“Actually, yeah.” I told him with a smile. “I have a huge, antique hall tree and I want it moved to the entry way but I’m not really sure it’ll fit.”
He smiled then, lighting up his entire face. “Let me grab a tape measure and I’ll be up.”
I beamed at him. “Thanks.”
~
Feeling high on endorphins, I entered my apartment with a stupid smile on my face, not even bothering to pay mind to the fact that my door was already unlocked.
As a matter of fact, I passed the woman standing in my living room without pause, tossing my bag onto the couch and moving to the kitchen.
Wait.
There’s a woman standing in my living room.
There’s a woman standing in my living room?
“There is a woman standing in my living room!
I stopped dead in my tracks and without turning, I asked. “Who the fuck are you?”
The older Quileute woman chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that Sam had rented this out until just now, forgive me, my name’s Allison.”
Turning with a smile on my face, I offered. “Bella. Bella Swan.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re Charlie’s girl?”
I laughed at her awed expression. “Why is that so hard to believe.”
A few seconds later I could hear Sam galloping up the front steps and then the shink of his tape measure. “Hey, Hot Stuff, where’s this hall tree, I need to measure.” He called loudly.
I could see Sam deep in concentration as he took the walls length and width and it was obvious that he didn’t see or hear my house guest. “Tink?” He called again.
“Hot stuff?” Allison exclaimed with a barking laugh, her face flushing as she looked in Sam’s direction. Oh god, please say she isn’t closely related.
The hard smack followed by the equally loud thud and string of curses was not at all comforting. “Mom?”
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Warnings: Rated Mature for language, gore and adult situations. Readers under the age of 18 are discouraged from reading.
Summery: Bella Swan, college student and native of Phoenix Arizona is ready to start her new life near her father in Forks. Where will Sam Uley fit in? Shifters, Imprints and Vampires. Imprint Story. Sam x Bella
Chapter Two Imprinting
~ Sam ~
Watching her across the burning fires of my people, pale as the moon goddess was an entirely foreign and yet warm experience, one that wasn’t entirely easy to describe. When she had first plowed into me, I didn’t expect much. In fact, by the force of the impact I thought I had run into a small child. It wasn’t until I heard Black laughing like the moron he is did I realize it was a woman, and then those soft chocolate eyes met mine and I was lost.
Jared, Paul and Jacob have all spoken of their imprinting, the one defining moment where souls meet for the first time and forms the everlasting bond with the wolf. Hearing it told from three different perspectives did little to prepare me though for when it happened to me. Seeing is really believing, I guess.
It stirred a burning urge within me, the strongest I’ve felt since the first phase, to protect. She blew my whole life apart with one look, forever binding me to her. There was no denying it, but it was still a little curious that I, Alpha of the pack, imprinted on a pale face, a tiny little slip of a white girl. She was so tiny I’ve already dubbed her Tinkerbelle in my mind. Yeah, she was my tiny Tink, my litte fairy with wild dark hair and endless pools of dark chocolate eyes. She had a tiny button nose and perfect rosy lips, that stood out like flower petals against her creamy pale skin.
She was so fucking beautiful but no where near the picture of innocence Jacob has painted her so many times in his own mind. This girl had a little bit of the world worn on her skin. And god, I wanted to bite her ears. That was my shocking revelation as I stood there gaping at her with my mouth hanging open like a psycho stalker from a horror flick, that I wanted to bite her ears. This was going to be so much harder than I thought.
Even more surprising was that she was Charlie’s daughter, the same daughter that was renting the apartment above my office.
Chuckling to myself, I thought of how screwed I really was.
It didn’t matter that she was Charlie’s girl. Whether he knew it or not at the time but the moment he took his vows with Sue Clearwater, he was privy to pack information. He had to know, he had two wolves under one roof, both Leah and Seth phased not long after Charlie had moved in and if that wasn’t enough on the poor man, Jacob imprinted on Leah the next week. So I really didn’t have to worry about Charlie cutting off my balls or shooting me.
My problem lay solely with her.
She wasn’t ignorant to the tribal lore of my people, in fact I think I’ve overheard Charlie and Jacob talking about her fascination with Quileute lore. It was part of her reasoning for coming her. She wanted to be a teacher at the reservation’s high-school. Teaching art, I think.
But would she be excepting of the truth? I wasn’t so sure and that made me nervous. The mindless instinct to be around her already was mind blowing and I honestly don’t think I could handle her rejection. It was blaringly obvious to me that I had no intentions of becoming a brother to her. Not even a little fucking bit. I wanted her. My wolf wanted her. Wanted her in the worst fucking way.
Having her live directly above where I spent most of my nights was both a comforting thought and one that completely terrified me. Immediately, I was stirring with thoughts and idea’s of how I could make her personal space better and excuses I could come up with to see her more. The kitchen still needed new appliances and I was still nervous about what she thought of her bedroom. Would she like the hand crafted bed? Was it too masculine?
I hated this feeling, doubting myself. I was Samuel fucking Uley, Alpha to my pack and Chief of the Quileute people. And here I had all but tripped over my fucking tongue because a tiny little woman had blushed when I said her name.
Quil’s bellowing laugh had me drawing my attention back to what was being said across the fire as I drowned out whatever it was the Old Quil was blabbing about in my ear.
He had my Tink sandwiched between him and Jacob. She didn’t seem at all uncomfortable, her delicate feet propped on a rock, her skirt pulled above her knees as she soaked up the fires warmth. It would have been possibly worse if she hadn’t had long dark leggings on under that skirt, but it still struck something in me to the core, deep and primitive.
It bothered me more than I’d like to admit which was proven when a snarl slipped out from my exposed teeth. It was too low for any human to have heard but Quil certainly heard it. His head snapped up looking a tad fearful and a whole lot confused. His brows were both high on his forehead as he took in my pissed off face with wide owl like eyes. Jerking my head, I murmured with a low growl. “Move.” Alpha tenor fully encompassed.
He still looked confused at my sudden orders and I’m sure until he understood what was happening he’d think I was just being a dick, cock blocking. Once he did fully understand I’m sure he’d be equally disappointed as he was scared shitless. Tink wasn’t just any imprint. She was my imprint. God, could I sound anymore like a caveman? Apparently so.
Nonetheless he did move. Bella looked up, concern rippling off her as she watched Quil’s hasty retreat but Jacob was doing all he could not to fall backwards laughing. Whether he was laughing at me and my new assertiveness or at the crest fallen look on Quil’s face, I didn’t know. I didn’t fucking care.
Waving off Billy and Old Quil with a gesture of the hand, I stood and maneuvered around the fire, using the guise of grabbing myself a fresh beer before I plopped my big ass down right next to her.
She jumped a little at my intrusion but didn’t say anything. Well not for a minute anyways. “So,” she said with a little chuckle, peeking up at me through those thick, dark lashes. Yeah, I was so, so fucked. “You’re Sam Uley?” Her lush pink lips pulled up in the corner of her mouth as she awaited what ever it was I might say.
“You got it, Tink.” I told her, because I couldn’t think of anything else to say and the wolf lurking just beneath the skin was making me cocky. Smooth, Sammy-boy, real smooth.
Jake was taking a long pull off his bottleneck as the word vomit spilled from my mouth. He choked, laughing even as beer heaved from his mouth and nose all over my Tinkerbelle’s bare feet. Tears were streaming down his face as the rest of our group around the fire erupted into fits of laughter.
“Christ, Jake!” Tink squeaked, looking flustered as she jumped to her feet and rushed to the salty water behind us.
My head swiveled of its own accord, or maybe not, but my eyes followed her all the way to where the water met the shore. She may have had her back to me but I could still she where she tucked that long skirt into her waistband and shimmied out of her soaking wet leggings. Instantly my dick was hard. Just thinking about milky, long legs wrapped around bronzed skin had me wanting to say to hell with propriety and just fuck her senseless right there on the beach, in front of everyone.
Mine, my wolf howled, longing to prove my prowess and dominance.
Somehow though, I didn’t think that would go down well. Even if she let me, which I highly doubted, that wouldn’t stop Chief Swan from shooting me. Bullets might not kill me but it would hurt like a son of a bitch, of that I was sure.
Jake turned to me then. “Dude, that was really lame.” The little bastard said, slapping me on the back. “But for real, you might want to rethink calling Bells, Tinkerbelle.”
Shrugging my shoulders. “Why you get to call her Bells?” I shot back.
He shook his head, his eyes shinning with mirth as his smile widened. “Yeah, ‘cause that’s what her dad calls her.”
She returned a few minutes later, ringing out her sodden tights with a scowl on her face. Her cheeks were flushed with exertion and the wind. But Taha Aki, did it make her all the more appealing to both the man and the wolf in me.
“Pig,” she murmured in Jacob’s direction, huffing a little as she flopped down next to me and immediately casting her sandy toes back towards the heat of the fire. Jake just snorted at her, no sign of a apology in sight.
Until I growled at him.
His eyes jerked to mine and bowed his head sheepishly before mumbling out an apology. “Sorry Bells.”
Tink hummed in appreciation and my eyes darted back down to her dainty feet. Her toes were wiggling against the licking flames, almost as if they were tickling her. It was then I noticed it. She had lifted her skirt just a little to keep from singeing it in the roaring fire.
Starting at her big toe on her left leg was a small inked, black paw-print, a wolf’s paw, standing bright against her white skin. They were just as dainty as she was, no bigger than a dime but they scrawled up her foot and looped around her ankle, disappearing under the hem of her brown skirt.
They were fucking wolf tracks, black ones.
I’m sure the dumb, happy smile on my face confused a lot of people as I sat there, blatantly eye fucking her toes like some randy teenager that still got turned on by a woman’s naked feet. But I couldn’t help it. It was her feet and she was marked, permanently by wolf tracks, black wolf tracks and it appealed to me greatly.
I wonder just how far up those tracks went. Fuck, quit thinking about it or you’ll never be able to stand up. That might be a little awkward as well as embarrassing, for both me and Tink.
A pale hand waving in front of my face broke me out of my lustful haze and all thoughts of my tongue snaking around those tiny toes, following those tracks that were put on her body just for me until I reached…
“Sam?”
Shit, I was still staring.
“Yes,” I replied, scratching at the back of my neck knowing she had caught me off my game, again.
“Jeez,” she huffed impatiently but her wry smile let me know she wasn’t all that upset by what had me so distracted. That was a plus, at least. “I’ve been calling your name for like a minute. You alright?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, because I had embarrassed myself for the third time tonight and she seemed a lot more comfortable around me than I did around her. “Just thinking.”
She giggled a little, laying her cool pale hand against my heated forearm, making my skin seem so much darker than it really was. “Would you mind shifting those thinking thoughts to my rent?”
“Huh?” I had no fucking clue what she was talking about.
Rolling her eyes she blew out a breath, sending a wayward strand of her hair billowing out around her face. “You know, the rent I owe you. For utilities and… rent. Money, the green stuff. You can purchase goods with it.”
Right. Rent. Shit, rent. She lived above my office.
Face palm, one hundred and two.
Holding up a finger, gesturing for her to wait, I totaled things roughly in my head but I loathed to ask her for it. It wasn’t all that expensive. She was on the reservation, we didn’t have utilities to pay for and the apartment wasn’t all that great in my eyes, but I still hated her paying for it. It was my job to provide, to take care of her. It was as deeply imprinted within my soul as our bond.
“Think you can swing Two-fifty a month?” I asked. Tink didn’t seem at all like the type of girl to let a strange man she wasn’t even dating let her live there for free.
Jake shot me a thumbs up when Tink wasn’t looking, telling me I’d made the right decision and I smiled. I deflated, however when she looked at me incredulously, her brown eyes wide and that rose mouth of hers parted.
“That isn’t too much is it?” I quickly backpedaled.
“No,” She squeaked, shaking her head. “Sam, that’s too generous. The apartment is perfect and I used to pay that much alone for electricity back in Phoenix.”
A smug smile broke across my face at her unbelievable expression. “Well, we don’t pay utilities on the reservation and I think the price is fair.” I told her, with all the finality of an Alpha as I crossed my arms across my chest. I wouldn’t be excepting a penny more from her and that was final.
“Oh,” she said, another blush fanning at the apples of her cheeks and across the bridge of her button nose. “Thank you. I won’t even have to get a part time job, my scholarship will cover all that and then some.” She informed me with a brilliant smile, her pearly white teeth lighting up the night like the fucking sun. Goddamn, I might as well turn in my balls to Jacob or maybe Bella would like to hang them above her headboard as a trophy?
Placing her tiny hand on mine, Tink smiled up at me. “Are you sure I can’t persuade you to take a little more?”
Oh dear god. I know she didn’t mean it like she said it but that didn’t stop my painfully hard erection from jumping with excitement. I wanted so badly to tell her that there was plenty she could do to try and persuade me, but instead, “No.” I told her firmly.
“Alright, well… uh, thank you, again.” She replied shyly. “And how should I get that to you?”
I pretended to think about it for a minute before I replied, “Just leave it in the letter box outside your front door.” It was kind of redundant for her to do it, I would more than likely see her quite often but it was just another excuse to be physically closer. “First of the month sound good?”
She nodded brightly and turned back to Jake’s conversation that he was having with Jared.
The bonfire was winding down and most of Forks community trickled off after Billy said a few ceremonial blessing. They were all for show mostly as most weren’t exactly privy to our real ceremony’s or tribal lore. Tink snorted at some of it and it reminded me that Jake had told me she was quite knowledgeable on Native American history, customs and lore.
I felt pride swell up inside my chest at that. My mate wasn’t just another pretty face to spit out pups, not that any of our imprints were, but my girl would be a true treasure to our community.
It was about nine-thirty when my pack started putting out fire, at Chief Swan’s insistence, and started to gather round for the party that would be taking place at the hot springs behind my house.
“Seth, Brady, Collin and Quil; you have watch.” I told them curtly. “Don’t fuck it up.” While I sent the younger boys on watch simply because they were just that, young, I added Quil in there for the lusty way he was staring at my imprint. Sure it was a jealous and dick move but I didn’t care. He would understand his fuck up soon enough.
“Why me?” Quil protested, a look of pure indignity sweeping over his brows.
“They need guidance.” I retorted smoothly. Jake cracked up as did Paul and Embry. At least they were smart enough to realize what Tink was to me with out me having to spell it out for them. Embry didn’t even have an imprint and he got it, Quil was just slow.
He was pissed about it and I suspected it was because Bella was invited to the party. Too fucking bad, my wolf snarled. Mine.
Yeah, caveman, here I come. I’d have to talk to Paul, Jared and Jacob about that later, maybe I got a plaque or something? A welcome to the overbearingly protective, possessive and jealous club. Hey, it could happen.
When everything was up to par on the beach, the trash was gathered and thrown into the back of my pick up and the lawn chairs in the back of Paul’s. Jake had the Rabbit so he offered to grab the coolers and left over snacks. All the hard liquor was already locked up at my place and waiting.
Tinkerbelle stood, cracking her back and starting back for the street. Well that wouldn’t do. I grabbed her wrist delicately, halting her retreat. “And just where do you think you’re going?” I asked her, my voice dropping to a lustful husk. I didn’t even do it on purpose. Yeah, I would definitely be talking to Paul and Jared later. I could fucking stop myself if I tried, which admittedly, I wasn’t.
“Um… home?” She asked honestly, her nose scrunching up as she thought about it. It was so fucking adorable. I wanted to lick her nose. Well, I wanted to lick her everywhere but I would be content with the tip of her wrinkled up nose.
“Oh, I don’t think so, Tink.” So, I was subtly dominating her. Like I said, I really couldn’t stop myself. “Aren’t you comin’ to the party?” I added, hoping that might soften the blow of me ordering her around.
Thankfully, it did. Either that or she didn’t mind me dominating her in the first place. Something I would definitely have to check into.
She wrinkled her nose again, her brown eyes locked on mine as she breathed out. “I wasn’t invited.”
“And I told you an invite wasn’t needed.” Emily scolded as she came forward and linked arms with my Tink. “I already told you, everyone’s going and besides…” she trailed off, giving me a wink. “It’s at Sam’s and I don’t think he’d mind at all if you came.”
That sly bitch. But in all reality, neither one of them knew just how much I wouldn’t mind her coming. Jesus, when did I become such a pervert?
Images raced through my mind, all of them included Tink’s pale legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her to oblivion. None of them did anything for my already half-mast cock that was straining against the waist band of my jeans.
Shaking my head, a gesture to both tell her I didn’t mind and to clear the lewd visions from my mind. “Not at all, in fact…” I leaned down, my mouth millimeters from her ear. “I insist.”
“See,” Emily smiled triumphantly and I sent up a little thank you to my ancestors for this night and for Emily’s intuition. Woman really was something. Not even my pack brothers caught onto my imprinting, but she did. “Now c’mon, you can ride with me, I have to stop my place and we can stop by yours and grab your suit.”
“Suit?” Tink asked, turning back to me with a questioning gaze.
“There’s a natural pool that’s fed by a hot spring behind my house.” I explained, watching her as a delighted smile light up her face. “So you’ll come?”
Shrugging her shoulders, she replied. “Sure.”
Emily squealed, dragging her off to Paul’s pick-up. I guess Paul was running.
~
I still had a few things to take care of while I was still here. One of which was to inform Billy of the council meeting that would have to be held for my imprint. He was shocked as shit when I told him I imprinted on Tink but he was genuinely happy about it, saying what a good girl she was for me. I agreed wholeheartedly.
He did warn me to be gentle when I told Charlie. Yeah, that was gonna suck but it had to be done. I couldn’t exactly mark her without his permission. That was not a conversation I was looking forward too. Yes, Chief Swan, would you mind at all if I fucked your daughter doggy style so I can bite her. You see, I’m a possessive fuck and I really want her to smell like my cum forever. That was gonna go over real well.
By time I actually got to my house, people were everywhere. The booze was already out and flowing and I could hear peals of laughter and loud voices ringing in from my back yard.
Not wanting to be away from Tink any longer than was absolutely necessary, I hauled in what was left of the beer from the bed of my truck and ordered Embry to get it on ice. I did all this while making quick strides into my bedroom to change.
I followed the sound of Tink’s voice, shedding my shirt as I went. I found her easily. She was just taking off her top to reveal her modest bikini number. It was greenish-gold in color and looked painted on. Her long mahogany locks were piled high on her head, twisted in some kind of messy knot. While her suit totally covered everything it didn’t stop my insta-boner or the soft growl that ripped from my chest at the thought of anyone else seeing her.
Jake, hearing my growl, perked up and waved me over. I went without complaint, slinking into the waist high water in an a attempt to hide my raging hard-on.
“I was wondering where you were.” Jake said offhandedly as I approached, not getting to close. That would just be awkward.
“Had to talk to your Pops.” I replied taking the cold beer from Paul’s hand when he slunk down in the water with us.
Jake chuckled. “About the imprint?”
I caught his smile out of the corner of my eye. “How’d you know?”
“Pft,” Snorting. “It was pretty obvious, Sam.” He replied easily.
“Tell that to Quil.” I growled. “I was ready to rip his fucking head off. Jesus, is it always like this?”
Paul barked out a laugh from behind us, obviously having heard the entire conversation. “Damn straight, I wanted to kill all of you the first time Emily came here.”
My eyes sought her out and stayed locked in position as she chatted happily along with Leah, Kim and Emily. My heightened senses picking out her pale legs even through the foggy water and I wanted to groan. Those little paw-tracks were back on my radar and it was worse than before, because they went up, all the way up her leg; spiraling gently around the back of her calf, across her knee and wrapping around her thigh once and what I imagined was the cup of her ass. But it didn’t stop there, oh no, that would be just too easy on my senses. No, those bad-boys skittered over her left hipbone and danced across the underside of her pierced navel and disappearing into the soft curve of her thin waist, where I presumed it stopped somewhere on her lower back.
I wanted her to turn around so, so bad.
As if picking the thoughts straight from my head, Jacob nudged me. “I can’t believe she has so much ink.” He supplied. “Never would have thought.” He mused quietly.
Yeah, I had to give him that one. It had to be shocking for him. All the times I had ever seen Bella in his head or even from what I remember seeing of her; she was always a meek little thing, boyish haircut, glasses and baggy clothes.
I couldn’t be sure if she had actually heard us or if she could just feel my eyes burning holes through her bathing suit, but she turned to grab her beer off the a boulder near by, giving us a perfect view of her backside.
A hard lump formed in the back of my throat and Paul, Jacob and Embry gasped out a quiet “Holy shit!”
Holy shit was right. Those delicious tracks that I had been so convinced earlier were meant for me and me alone, really were.
“Are you seeing-” Embry started.
“Yeah.” I replied, trying to swallow around that knot.
On the lower right corner of her lower back was me. A large jet black wolf. His large head was tipped toward the heavens or in this case, towards her neck. Wisps of swirling smoke escaping its jowls in beautiful patterns that curled up her spine to form a waxing moon. “My first phase.” I murmured.
“Holy shit!” Paul repeated, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I couldn’t blame him. Fuck, I couldn’t believe it.
Maybe it was just a coincidence. I didn’t think so and apparently neither did any of my pack brothers. It was just wow. There was no denying the imprint bond, now. Not that there was any questioning it to begin with. I know what I felt and the fact that Emily seemed to realize the imprint too was all the more proof I needed.
But this was just… wow.
“Hey Bells!” Jacob called, drawing her attention to the four men unashamedly staring at her with different expression awe and shock. She turned, smiling warmly at Jacob before wading through the water towards us.
As the water started rise above Tink’s neck, I left my post on the wall and walked out to meet her half way. Confident that my dick was now behaving, I picked her up by the swell of her ass, and threw her on my hip. She gasped and shivered at my touch but didn’t protest as she wrapped those milky stems around me. I only put her down when we reached the rock wall and she could hold herself up again, though I loathed to do so. Her damn skin was even softer than it looked.
“What’s up, Jake?” She chirped cheerfully, quickly excepting another beer from Emery who’s ass was sat on the grass just beyond where she held on. I guess he put himself on cooler duty. Bastard always did like to stay close to the beer.
Jake smiled easy at her and asked lazily. “So what’s up with the tat’s, you into wolves or something?”
The blush that stained her cheeks spoke volumes to me. Taking a quick pull from her beer she shyly informed us. “You guys’ll think I’m crazy.” Cue brighter blush.
God, she had to stop doing that.
Embry pft at her. “Naw, Bells. C’mon, we’re curious?” He pleaded, making puppy dog eyes at her. Thank you, brother.
She narrowed her eyes at him, clearly catching on to what he was doing before she pulled that plump bottom lip between her teeth. Fucking hell, that was so much worse on my cock than the blush. My fucking teeth were even jealous.
“Well,” she said hesitantly. “If you laugh, just know I will punch you,” she told him looking straight down to his crotch. “Hard.”
Embry made another pleading face as he swore, and Jake did some fucked up, and I’m sure incorrect, boy-scout sign with his fingers.
She looked at me then. I held both hands high in the air. “Don’t look at me, Tink, I’m not going to laugh.”
She nodded, obviously satisfied with our pledges but I let my eyes scan around my pack, relaying with a scathing look that promised pain if they broke that promise.
“It’s silly, really.” She started, leaving all of us hanging by the seat of our pants. “But ever since the spring I turned twelve… I’ve had this dream.”
“Dream? About what?” I pressed, leaning in, impossibly close. I knew it was inappropriate and probably made her uncomfortable as hell but it was instinctual. My heart was pounding in my chest with every second that past. I wanted to hear this. I needed to hear this.
“About that black wolf, he’s howling up at that exact moon.” She shaking her head as if dispelling the dream from her eyes. “It took me forever to get everything right but when I did, I just knew I had to have put on me somewhere.”
She smiled over at Jake and I. “Renee let me get my first tattoo when I turned seventeen and this is what I came up with.” She said, turning a little to let us get a better look.
Before I could stop myself, my hand raised, fingers barely ghosting along the swirls of colored smoke that rose from my wolfs mouth and down to the dime sized track marks that ended at the wolf’s paws. It was the most beautiful piece of work I’d ever seen. It was a perfect memorial of that night.
Tink giggled as I ghosted over a particular sensitive spot on her waist. “Yeah, I got those added later. Took me almost four years to get them all the way I wanted them. Cool huh?” She asked.
I just nodded. I couldn’t speak if I wanted.
She was my everything. My whole world. Bella Swan… my imprint.
