Chapter 5 Results

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer - this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute and the Makah that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

Thanks to BanSidhe for betaing.

She went back to him that night. Her soreness was gone by then. And she felt incredibly well rested after her day in bed of a different kind. They didn't get a lot of sleep.

After that, they settled down to a constant meeting every couple of days or so. She would just show up when she felt like it. If he wasn't there, it wasn't a disaster. It was not like they had made an official arrangement or anything. They weren't dating. It was really convenient for her.

When they were back on patrols she used to stop in on her way home. Let herself in and crawl into his bed. He'd wake with her mouth around his cock. The rest of the packs had to know what was happening but amazingly, no one said a thing; at least not to her. They probably knew she would beat the living shit out of them if they had a go at her.

Seth was the only one who said anything and even his comment was limited to, "So, Embry, huh?" Sam looked half worried, half relieved. Jake just asked her if she knew what she was doing and she assured him that she did.

And Embry could look after himself.

He never came to her house, he never expected anything. She took him food sometimes because she ate a lot of his when they had their middle of the night feasts. But it didn't mean anything.

She remembered Bella telling her one of Edward's stupid lines; that he had said Bella was his own personal brand of heroin. Well Leah thought maybe Embry was something more addictive than heroin. What would that be… crack? Callcrack… Embryphetamines… she laughed.

If she saw him out with anyone she didn't make a scene, throw a fit or have a jealousy attack or anything; they weren't dating and they had never said it was exclusive. She wondered sometimes what would happen if he imprinted. She had decided it was never going to happen to her. She was already a wolf aberration; surely imprinting would be beyond her as well.

She hadn't deliberately thought about it; but she stopped trying to date. She was happy with their arrangement and she didn't need anyone else in her life. Truth was she had stopped even looking. As time went on Embry stopped looking too. He bought a new bed with a headboard. It was cast iron and resisted even a wolf girl pulling on the frame.

The collective packs held their breath.

So this went on for some months. They started squeezing in quickies on patrol. Up against a tree here or there. In a clearing they had found that was pretty private. In the creek. Under the waterfall. Everyone knew about them and now they no longer cared.

The sex was better, if that was even possible. He started to learn her body; he knew what she liked. He started to push her envelope. The first time he sank a finger into her ass she came so hard, her legs were shaking.

And it was the same for her. She knew he loved it when she pressed her teeth into his cock. He was ticklish on his feet. His soles were sensitive, especially if she bit them. He loved it when she pressed her face into the soft skin at the top of his thigh where it joined his groin; feeling his femoral artery pump under her tongue.

They had still never kissed each other on the mouth. But one night as he sank into her she was sure she heard him growl 'mine'; he just denied it later, but she was sure that was what he said.

And then it changed.

He had always told her that he was the boss in bed, but she caught herself doing what he told her in the pack one day. Just to prove she hadn't lost it, she beat the crap out of some whiny new wolf who challenged her.

But she still needed her Callcrack fixes. She was supposed to be at some family dinner. Another happy family function with Charlie Swan and her mother playing footsies under the table. It was barfworthy. She hated it.

So she popped in to Embry's before she went, so that he could look after her first.

She was spreadeagled on his bed. He was kneeling between her legs sporting a serious erection after he had just finished eating her out. She looked at him through eyes glazed with pleasure.

"You are my mate," he growled at her as he wiped his hand down his face.

Jesus! Where had the M word come from? "What the fuck, Embry? I am not your mate. I don't want to be your mate."

"Doesn't matter what you want."

"Huh, of course it matters what I want," she argued.

"Nope," he sounded so decisive. "It's already decided." He didn't point out she was on his bed with her jeans on the floor, her panties around one ankle, her legs apart and she was panting for him. He leant over her body.

She looked down and gasped as she saw his cock slide through her folds.

"Hear that? That's you… wet …you! Your body knows it, even if your mind is a little slow."

"You calling me slow?" Her back arched as the head of his cock caught on her clitoris.

"Slow? Heck no, you aren't slow… you just don't want to admit it…"

She was not going to be having this discussion now. "Whatever," she huffed at him, "We've got less than half an hour you know."

He slid back through her folds again. She grunted and reached one arm up behind her to grab at the headboard of the bed. He was still on his knees between her legs. He reached down and grabbed her by the buttocks, lifting her into the air and pulling her onto his stiff cock. The head pressed unerringly at her wet opening.

She moaned. Her body made another wet sound. He grinned and slid the tip into her. Her head fell back against the headboard with a thump. He pulled her hard onto his length. Saving her from banging her head again, that was all. Her shoulders slid down the pillows a little.

She grunted again. Her other hand clutched at the bedding as if she didn't want to touch him.

"My mate," he whispered to her.

"No," she said. Damn his whispering.

"Mine," he said again as he started to move within her. "You smell like me… and I smell like you."

"Ungh," she grunted.

"Tell me no," he said.

"No," she said.

He snorted. It wasn't clear if she meant 'no' or no she wouldn't say it. His fingers pressed into her buttocks. He looked down and watched himself as he disappeared inside her. He loved seeing that. Her back arched again and she took him deeper, emitting a noise when he went too deep and hit her cervix.

"Oh that hurts so good," she moaned.

"Tell me 'no'," he said again. "Tell me you don't want this." Christ knows what he would do if she did say no.

She wouldn't let him kiss her. It crossed an intimacy barrier. Sex was convenient, kissing was intimate. He hadn't cared as long as he got to fuck her. But now he wanted to kiss her. She could just tell that was what he wanted.

Leah was concerned. Embry was just too chatty today and the topics were usually out of bounds.

"Like that?" he asked. "Is this how you want it?"

"Shut up and fuck me," she told him, trying to regain control.

He made small circles as he thrust forward. Rubbing himself against her.

"Oh… yes," she said.

He increased the pressure but not the pace; kept up the slow, long strokes with the grind at the end. He leant over her body and slammed himself into her. She met him push for push. She caught his intensity today. They stared into each others eyes. He was getting closer and closer to her face. His hand behind her lower back held her slightly up off the mattress. Her whole lower body weight hanging on one hand. His other hand was planted on the bed next to her face.

He was breathing heavily now, gusts of his breath panting into her face. She was basically inhaling him. His powerful thighs were forcing his lower body into her. He could be so rough with her; she loved it.

She was unconsciously pulling herself up towards his face. The intensity jumped to a new level. She shut her eyes and moaned. "Yes, yes… so good… just like that… oh yes…," she babbled.

He was silent now.

"Ah… so good… ah… yes… that's it… there… almost … oh… oh almost…," her voice was rising.

"Ah," she wailed. "Oh god…" She let go of the head board and threw that arm around his neck. Her whole body weight hung off him now and it didn't seem to slow him down at all.

She thrust against him and her face was even closer to him now.

He watched her, a drop of sweat on his forehead.

She pulled herself in closer to him again. "Almost… there… there… ah."

Her lips brushed his, just as he thrust a final time. He didn't withdraw, just kept pushing. Pushing into her. Holding her onto him. His fingers bruising her ass with the force. She kissed him. He pushed into her harder and her body jerked with the intensity of her orgasm, but she couldn't withdraw.

Anything she tried to say was lost in his mouth. His mouth working at hers. He pushed her all the way down to the mattress. His weight holding her down now. She was impaled on his long hard length as her internal muscles clenched around him.

The hand on the mattress moved up to her head and held her against his face. She tried to arch under him but it was futile. He held her onto him at the mouth and the groin. He had managed to bend himself back in the middle somehow to do both at the same time.

He kissed her as if he tried to crawl inside her mouth. It was all lips and teeth and tongue.

It wasn't intimacy she was trying to avoid, it was him. She had thought that if she just fucked him; she would get it out of her system. She was kidding herself. She kept coming back to him. She knew that now. With the touch of his lips she was a complete goner.

He was right.

She was his.

She had known it at some level, from the first night she went to his bed. It occurred to her that her wolf had been happy about this arrangement for a long time.

It had been more than half an hour now. Her phone buzzed.

She went to reach for it.

"No," he said. "You are not going anywhere. Not now."

"No," she said.

He frowned at her, a growl tickling at his throat.

"No, I am not going anywhere," she clarified.

His mouth curled up at the edge.

"You're my mate; mine," he stated.

"Yes," she finally admitted.

He kissed her again. When he finally let her get a breath in, she sat up and asked him "Am I really...? Your only one... What about those girls I saw you with?"

He grinned at her. It was so unlike her to be concerned about something like that. "They didn't smell like you. My inner wolf didn't like it. That was when I realised... you know... that you were it for me. I don't even look at them now… don't even see their faces… just you."

"Oh," she said. It was a very small 'oh' especially coming from Leah Clearwater. She thought about it for a minute. He watched her and waited.

"Out of this bed I am still going to slap the shit out of your stupid ass," she told him.

He chuckled, "Sure, sure," he agreed, "that's why I …"

She slapped her hand over his mouth. "Don't say it!" she warned him. "You're just my booty Call."

He licked her palm and she let go of his face.

"Ooohh booty Call, I love it," he said. His eyes glinted mischievously. "Love," he repeated. "Love... love... love..." he said as he pushed her back down to the mattress.

"Arghhh... Embry," she whined, but she didn't sound unhappy about it.

The end.

AN: just to tell you my theory about this one – Leah is the alpha female of the wolf pack – she needs an alpha male and they are both imprinted – in a real wolf pack she would be with Sam or Jake or their wolf equivalents – Embry, who watches everything, has worked this out – so he is effectively role-playing an alpha wolf for her – her inner wolf is happy and ultimately so is Leah.

FF_2154210_ - 15/04/2011 02:55:00 PM