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.
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| "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.
Oh. Fucking. Joy.
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