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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 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?”
Oh. Dear. God.
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