Sunday, April 15, 2012

2.) Imprinting

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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. 

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