A/N – This Quil/Alison outtake occurs timeline-wise during Chapters 28/29 of The Wrong Wolf. Quil & Alison's storyline picks up in Chapter 25, in which Alison arrives in La Push looking for her cousin Kim. Quil then imprints on Alison Claire Young, my older, bi-sexual version of SM's canon imprint for Quil, Claire Young. In WW Alison is being stalked by an obsessive vampire who claims she's his singer. When Quil first imprints on Alison, not wanting to encourage his interest, she professes to be a lesbian, when she is actually bisexual.
If you have been following WW, this outtake occurs slightly ahead timeline-wise of where I've posted at this point in the main story, so it gives a few little things away.
"Do you think Maggie's still mad I punched her in the face?" Alison shouted up at Quil. She'd been studying and fiddling with her cell phone anxiously for the last several minutes.
Quil's brow furrowed a split second before he roared with laughter, looking down at his delightfully perfect imprint with renewed affection. "Naw!" he reassured her easily. "Maggie gets punched in the face all the time. Pretty sure she's used to it by now."
Alison worried her pouty lip, countering glumly, "But she's not returning my texts!"
"She's fine!" Quil insisted merrily, thinking how considerate and utterly adorable she was for worrying herself so much over socking Maggie in the face upon first meeting her. It'd been a legitimate misunderstanding in Quil's estimation, just like when Alison had accidentally tasered a bound and gagged Bella in the ass mid-orgasm before they'd even been introduced. He chuckled to himself at the irony of his own pint-sized girl having caused such injury to two other imprints already, and in the presence of both of their respective Protectors, no less, within her first 24 hours of arriving in La Push.
They were in Seattle for just one night. Upon Alison's insistence they had come to greet the arrival of Kim, Paul, Bennett and Sensai, who were set to board a flight in from Medford, Oregon in the morning. Sam had ordered Jared accompany them to supervise Quil as well as help protect Alison from her vampire threat. Jared had then insisted upon dragging Jake along, unwilling to be made an uncomfortable witness and third wheel to Quil's new imprint obsession.
Naturally Jared had been loath to leave Maggie, but Sam- along with the rest of the pack- maintained he needed to give the poor girl some time and space. In the initial 48 hours following their imprinting last Sunday, Maggie had acted downright hostile in her denial of the imprint bond, ignoring Jared throughout the following two days at school and in general refusing to have anything to do with him or the pack. By Wednesday at lunch he'd managed to make some miraculous headway in breaking down her defenses though as Jake reported seeing her laugh and blush in the cafeteria over Jared's tireless flirting and playful antics in spite of her best efforts to ignore him and remain angry. Later that afternoon it seemed as though Maggie was finally starting to come around and actually give Jared a chance, to admit that she might feel some small attraction for him. Elated, Jared had brought her over to Sam's house after school for some bonding time with the pack.
Having only arrived in La Push the previous day, Alison and Leah were busy getting acquainted as they mixed a fresh batch of explosive blueberry muffins in Sam's kitchen. Alison had met Jared the night before, but amid the commotion of her tasering Bella in the ass, being imprinted on by Quil, learning she was related to three shape-shifting wolves and presently being hunted by a lovesick vampire, they'd neglected to inform her Jared had imprinted on Maggie, or even that Kim had imprinted on Paul. Alison had had such a hard time grasping the concept of imprinting as it was, Embry thought best not to confuse her further.
So when Jared and Maggie sauntered into Sam's kitchen shyly holding hands, Maggie blushing awkwardly as Jared introduced her to Alison, Alison immediately recognized her for being her cousin Kim's best friend since childhood and her jaw slackened in horror. But before anyone could guess what the problem was, Alison's little fist was connecting solidly with Maggie's jaw as she shouted accusations at her about breaking the cardinal rule of sisterhood, condemning her on the spot for stealing the longtime crush of her supposed best friend.
Sam rushed in to restrain Jared from attacking in retaliation as Quil pulled Alison off of Maggie. What ensued was a full-blown kitchen brawl as neither Quil nor Jared heeded Sam's commands, their drive to protect and avenge their imprints trumping all else. Leah had crumpled to the floor in a fit of hysterical wheezing laughter, declaring Alison her soul mate and screeching she would steal her from Quil. At which point Seth joined in the fray to defend his sister from a suddenly growling, territorial Quil, making Leah shriek harder with mirth as Sam simultaneously barked at her in reprimand.
Quil patted Alison's dainty hand resting on the table, his heart tightening at the sight of her distressed expression. "C'mon, let's get you another shot, beautiful." Her frown lines softened and she tried to shrug off her unease, nodding in acknowledgement that another drink might do her some good.
As he held up two fingers to the waitress, indicating another round of shots, Quil mentally repeated his new mantra to himself over and over again… I do believe in Spirit Warriors, I do believe in Spirit Warriors, I do believe in Spirit Warriors, I do I do I do...
He had to keep the faith that they ultimately knew what they were fucking doing having him imprint on the smokin' hot lesbian who was now seated next to him on the leather bench seat of their secluded booth table. He also had to do something to keep his mind off of the fact that his imprint Alison was so fuck hot as all get out he was frightful of his big wolf penis ripping right through the seam of his new jeans in it's desperate desire to get closer to her.
She was so petite, so cute…a word he'd have previously slapped himself for using but now couldn't seem to stop from saying ever since meeting Alison. He kept getting these crazy urges to just carry her little person everywhere. She was so outrageously adorable. Fuck! There he went again with the cutesy shit. But she just was. Despite her by all accounts non-sheltered, big city upbringing she had this outrageous childlike innocence to her wide set brown eyes and delicate features that so easily showed every tiny emotion she was feeling.
Those same features were so perfectly gorgeous and well positioned within her visage he never wanted to stop staring at her angelic face. He yearned to memorize her perfection…burn her image into his retina. Damnit, his balls hurt just thinking of all the different expressions he might bring to her face as he bent that tight, exquisite little body of hers to his will and made it his own.
Just then her eyes narrowed and her face scrunched up in concern. Oh, no! What was troubling his imprint now?
"You're doing it again," she leaned in and shouted unnecessarily over the loud music and banter of the noisy club. "You're staring. It's creeping me out," she informed him, her sweet hot breath heavily laden with alcohol.
He felt slightly guilty for trying to get his imprint hammered; but she was a tough little nut to crack, and he needed to employ every possible tool he had at his disposal. He was desperate to know more about her. He wanted to know everything she felt…everything she thought…everything she desired. Wow…he considered maybe she was right to be creeped out by him.
He leaned in close to her little ear. So close his lips brushed against her soft tiny lobe. He heard her heart rate speed up. Even over the beat of the bass and the shouting and cackling of club-goers. He heard it, and it gave him some small cause to rejoice. Even if he was scaring the shit out of her…he was at least affecting her. And that was something. "I told you, you don't have to shout. I can hear you even if you whisper. Supernatural wolf hearing, remember?"
"Oh," she still shouted back. Her face flushed as he pulled away to smirk down at her. She nodded. "I keep forgetting." She eyed him skeptically for a beat. "You know, I'm not gonna sleep with you," she advised bluntly, continuing to shout. "I wasn't lying about that."
His face cracked into a huge grin and he nodded eagerly. "I know! And I totally love that about you." He shrugged. "I get it. You like women. I like women too. In that sense, we're perfect for each other."
She rolled her eyes and threw back the shot that was still sitting in front of her as the waitress approached the table carrying the other two Quil had ordered.
An hour and two more tequila shots later, Quil decided the alcohol was definitely paying off in dividends. He'd gotten her to tell him about her first sexual experiences…the first time she'd been kissed by a girl, the first time a girl had fingered her, the first time she'd been eaten out by her first love and real girlfriend. Holy hot wolf balls he was seriously gonna split his pants if his prick got any harder or bigger.
Quil deduced Alison clearly enjoyed being eaten out and masturbated by the women she'd been with. It didn't appear she had ever engaged in anything involving a strap-on, though, which Quil found both reassuring and troubling at the same time. What did it mean? Was she simply anti-penis and anything that even resembled a penis? That could certainly pose a problem. He discovered she did, however, enjoy a vibrator. He conceded he could most definitely work with that.
Languid from alcohol consumption, Alison's half-masted eyelids roved over Quil's excited features with cautious interest. She imagined him as the nerdy, goofball guy type who through this odd twist of supernatural fate was now trapped in an Adonis' body. He struck Alison as the sort who would've in early puberty read books on licking twat from cover to cover, taking copious notes on 3x5 cards.
She had a strange sense she might've been attracted to him had she encountered him before he'd phased and bulked out as he had. The thought caused her belly to unsuspectingly tighten as a wave of heat engulfed her thighs. She bit her lip in consternation trying to discern through her slight buzz what exactly it was about him that beckoned her now softly fluttering nether region. She hadn't quite been able to put her finger on it. As his smiling eyes drew closer, his head bending to whisper nearer to her ear, she felt for the first time his large warm palm resting lightly on the inside of her jegging-clad thigh just north of her knee under the table. She wondered how long his hand had been there? It occurred to her then she was probably more intoxicated than she'd realized.
"You're staring again," his breath teased its way into her now hot ear. "It's creeping me out," he mocked. Giggling somewhat nervously in response, she leaned back to peer up at him as he drew back slightly; affording her much needed space at the precise moment she'd started to feel overwhelmed. Breathing in desperately needed oxygen to clear her foggy brain, she was suddenly hit over the head by the obvious answer now permeating her senses.
"You smell edible!" she blurted aloud, shaking her slender pointer finger at him accusingly. "That's it!" she concluded as an irrepressible grin of drunken triumph lit her features. "I could totally eat you," she surmised matter-of-factly before reaching for her water, a satisfied smirk on her face as she sipped at it through two cocktail straws.
Quil's eyebrow was frozen halfway to his hairline. He shifted uncomfortably in his jeans; his voice sounding strained as he asked, "What was that, beautiful?"
She leisurely slurped the remains of her ice water before leaning closer and shouting, "It's your smell! I totally figured it out." She shrugged. "Must be a wolf thing, right? 'Cause I feel like I could eat you," she reiterated affably.
Alison noted with fascination how Quil's eyes darkened, how the muscles jumped and strained in his neck before he managed to swallow and offer her a tight smile. "Come again, beautiful?" He leaned in closer and she recalled how truly imposing and intimidating her bodyguard-wolf-chiropractor-in-training could be the instant he cast off his usual goofy, joking demeanor.
"Umm… I just meant… you smell nice… is all…" she murmured almost inaudibly. Yeah…she concluded she would've liked him better before he'd shifted. She decided to change the subject. "What time are they all flying in tomorrow again?"
"'Round noon," he replied easily, his lips splitting into a wide grin, his manner and attitude switching swiftly once more into goof-boy mode. She exhaled in relief, feeling a little thrown by the fact he was even able to make her nervous like that to begin with. He kept his hand, however, firmly but gently in place atop her thigh. It might've been her imagination but she could've sworn as she relaxed back into their light banter she felt his long, thick fingers spreading subtly wider to wrap themselves more securely around her inner leg, at the same time ghosting almost imperceptibly higher up her now heated limb.
"So what's your type?" his deep voice hummed through her ear canal. She squinted back at him in question. She felt his free arm casually wrap around her, his large tan hand coming to rest on the table next to her own by her water glass, bracketing her in as he scooted even closer, leaning his hard body against her side as his breath fanned across her face once more. Just as she was starting to feel overwhelmed again, he wagged his brows playfully and gifted her with a disarmingly silly, exaggeratedly devious grin, expounding, "If you could take any one of these ladies here tonight back to your hotel room, which one would you want?"
"Oh, I see," Alison smirked. "Well…if we're gonna play that game… hmm…" she mused. Her eyes scanned the crowded bar, then flickered across the rows of tables and booth seating areas before surveying the dance floor. "As much as I hate to say I have a type, I guess I tend to prefer curvier women," she admitted truthfully. "Y' know… full-breasted… rounder hips…" she trailed off absently in thought as her eyes continued to search the dance floor, "usually the opposite of my body type," she admitted. "And they've gotta be real breasts too," she emphasized. "I mean, I definitely wouldn't hold it against a girl and refuse to consider her as dating material if she'd had hers done, but I just think it's sexier when a woman is comfortable with her body in it's natural form…even if she's got some sagging or extra lumps and bumps here and there, y' know?"
She glanced back to Quil and he gulped before nodding his head aggressively in concurrence. Her eyes returned to rove over the crowd of female patrons, assessing, "I like a little rounded belly too… makes a person appear real… soft… somehow more authentic. Really nothing's more attractive than when a person is comfortable in her own skin, don't you think?" Quil nodded enthusiastically again as he reached for his ice water, shifting awkwardly in his seat as he nervously began slurping. "So I guess you could say my type is a sensual, confident woman with curves. I'd definitely fuck Salma Hayek in a New York minute given the opportunity," Alison imparted guilelessly, "same goes for Christina Hendricks…and Adele."
Quil choked and spat water clear across the table.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," he squeaked. "Just fine!" He removed his hand from her thigh then in order to wipe the excess water… and drool… from his mouth and chin. "Those are just… really great choices," he complimented by way of explanation. "They're definitely also on my unofficial list of celebrities I'd hit it with given the chance."
"Yeah?" Alison queried excitedly. "That's awesome!"
Quil nodded stiffly, wondering if they'd both actually get kicked out of the club or just him when his penis tore its way through his pants. It seemed a foregone conclusion to the evening's events at this rate. "Mm-hmm," he hummed, biting his lip, "yep… totally awesome," he agreed awkwardly, giving Alison a half-hearted smile and a dorky thumb's up, as if they were best girlfriends bonding over discovery of their mutual secret celebrity crushes at a slumber party. Then he signaled a passing waitress over and ordered two more shots for Alison and a cup of strong coffee for himself.
He knew he had to get a handle on the situation unfolding and fast. The vibration in his front pocket indicated Jared had likely texted him for the tenth time from where he and Jacob were stationed at the other end of the crowded club, bored and exhausted and ready to go back to their hotel room already.
Alison had told them she knew of a cute little place downtown where they could stay for the night. The cute little place she'd booked ended up being a 2500 square foot presidential suite at the Four Seasons, plus two adjoining rooms for Jared and Jacob, so they needn't feel "cramped for space" as she'd put it. Quil had been overjoyed to learn she was amenable to letting him crash on the sofa bed in her presidential suite, due to his status as her new personal assistant, unofficial bodyguard and future chiropractor.
When his phone started vibrating again, Quil groaned and retrieved it from his pocket. As he was about to answer Jared's call, Jared and Jacob strolled up to the table, shooting daggers at him. "One second, beautiful," Quil mumbled apologetically to Alison, trying to reign in his ire as he rose from the table and drew Jared and Jacob several feet away into a huddle.
"What?" he balked in annoyance.
"Pay for your drinks, we're getting out of here already," Jared barked.
"What's your problem? Can't you guys just loosen up and enjoy yourselves? I need more time!"
"I thought you said this was a gay bar," Jacob's eyes narrowed in accusation. "We've been sitting over there, getting aggressively hit on non-stop for the last hour by every hot, stacked chick in the place." He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Quil.
Both Quil and Jared stood dumbstruck a moment.
"And?" Quil finally groused. "What's the fucking problem, Jake? You're the only one here who's not imprinted. Christ almighty, when are you gonna get it through your thick head Bella's taken? Rub some fucking dirt on your dick and get back in the game already!"
Jacob started trembling and took a menacing step closer to Quil. Jared quickly suppressed a shout of laughter and stepped between the two, placing a restraining hand on each of their chests. "Whoa, girls… girls, settle down, okay? Quil, we're tired and we're leaving." His features settled back into an authoritative scowl. "Pay the bill and let's bolt," he ordered curtly.
"Just listen, Jared," Quil beseeched, "all I need is one smokin' hot, voluptuous, bisexual girl who will finger and eat Alison out while I get her off in exchange. Can you guys please make yourselves useful and round one up for me? The sooner we pick up a curvy, horny bisexual chick the sooner we can all get out of here, I promise."
"Wait…wait…your plan is to fuck some random chick while she performs cunalingus on your imprint?" Jacob blustered, aghast.
"Well, yeah," Quil shrugged, "if that's what it takes," he answered simply. "And by the way, I said this was a 'gay and lesbian friendly bar'," he emphasized.
Jacob looked perfectly appalled. Jared's scowl evaporated as his lips slowly twitched into a smirk. "That's fucking awesome, man," he conceded, slapping Quil firmly on the shoulder as he praised, "Way to take one for the imprint bond!"
"Thanks," Quil nodded, a prideful tone in his deep voice as he sighed and acknowledged, "it's just something I gotta do," as if bravely announcing he was going off to battle.
"Well, heck, if that's all you need, why didn't you say so sooner? I think we can hook a pack brother and his imprint up." Jared's eyes went to work scanning the dance floor. "Just give me ten minutes."
After describing Alison's "type" to Jared and discreetly pointing out some of the ladies he'd caught her checking out throughout the night, Quil slid back into the booth beside Alison in time to see her throwing back the second of the two shots he'd just ordered. She scrunched her face up and shook her head a little as the contents burned down her throat.
"Whoa, what's the rush, beautiful?" He wrapped an arm around her as he raised his cup of black coffee to his lips.
"Looks like Grouchy 'n Vanity Smurf wanna leave," she shouted.
He snickered. "Yeah… soon. But we still have a little time."
She nodded, her eyes drifting closed as her head fell back against the cushioned leather booth. The room had started spinning just a little. "Mm…maybe I did take those last ones too fast."
She sensed the weight of his hand on her leg once again at the same time his other arm around her waist drew her closer into his side. His heated breath skimmed across her temple. "I got you, beautiful." His fingers gently flexed and released against the sensitive, clothed flesh of her inner thigh in a caress that was at once soothing and arousing. "You don't feel sick, do you?" he asked with so much concern she giggled.
She squinted her eyes open to see his worried features hovering over hers. "Uh-uh," she quickly assured him, "just really relaxed."
"Good," he exhaled in relief, smiling down at her. She hummed and nodded in agreement as they both fell silent for a spell, staring a bit dazedly at one another. His hand continued to massage her inner leg. She continued to pretend she didn't notice… or at least pretend she wasn't enjoying the sensation as much as she was.
It was only when he spoke again that she belatedly realized she'd begun staring at his lips at some point, and she wondered for how long she'd been doing it.
"So now, beautiful," he began innocently enough, "suppose I've secured a gorgeous, curvaceous woman who finds both of us crazy attractive to come back to our hotel room? You game?" His brow lifted and a devious smirk tugged up the corners of his full mouth.
Was he serious? It seemed to Alison he was issuing a dare. "Mm…why would you do that?" she asked a little nervously as she felt his thumb brush higher up on her leg.
"Because we both like women," he reasoned simply, his voice a husky growl against her ear as he bent forward to add, "Because I like you."
She hoped he wouldn't realize she was doing it consciously as she let her legs fall apart just a little further, allowing him better access to where she was becoming surprisingly anxious for his fingers to roam.
"Because I'll do anything I can to make you happy…" his teeth nipped at her earlobe, "to help you relax…" he sucked the delicate sliver of skin between his warm lips, "make you feel good all over."
Fuck, she was seriously becoming aroused. She shivered. This was out of hand. He wasn't her type at all. It had to be the alcohol, she reasoned.
"But… what would you get out of it?" she whispered the question, not entirely sure she wanted to hear his answer.
"I get to watch you," he rasped without hesitation as his nosed brushed against her ear. She felt the weight of his hand abandon its possession of her upper thigh as the heat of his fingers came to magically hover just above the apex of her legs over her throbbing sex… exactly where she yearned to feel them press into her.
She shut her eyes, feeling the blood and life energy drain from her extremities, as every sensation seemed to rush inward to join the now rapidly pulsing beat at her core. She wondered madly if she could orgasm without him even touching her. It had to be that wacky imprint thing, she concluded.
"Would you do that for me?" his gravelly voice drew her back from the edge and threatened to send her over it at the same time. She wanted to look down so badly, to see how close his hand and fingers were to touching her, but willed herself not to. Instead, she leaned heavily into the booth and kept her eyes shut as she panted lightly for air. She could feel the heat emanating off of his hand at her center, searing right through the fabric of her pants in waves that set her organ ever more aflutter until she was sure she would combust on the spot.
"Would you let me watch you orgasm?" His nose traced a slow line down the side of her temple to her jawline. "Hmm? If I get a hot girl to go back to the room with us, to eat you out until you convulse and come apart, will you let me watch?"
This could not be happening! She was quite certain he still wasn't even touching her and yet she was teetering on explosion, the tension becoming almost painful.
She needed water. Her mouth suddenly felt too hot and dry. She licked her lips. Just when she thought she might lose herself she mourned the sudden loss of heat against her core. She felt Quil lift her hand from where it'd been clutching the edge of the bench seat and press her glass of water into it, wrapping his hot fingers over her own around the cold, wet glass. Her eyes fluttered opened as he helped her raise it to her lips and she sipped the cool liquid as Quil watched her intently. He looked concerned, a slight wrinkle forming between his brows.
"Unless…" he hesitated, seeming to consider his words carefully, "unless you're so turned off by the sight of the naked male physique it would uh…completely ruin the experience of being with a woman for you?" He looked away shyly as he stumbled over his next words. "In which case… I could… I could just… hang out in the other room on bodyguard watch while you two… um… you know…" he shrugged, "I'll do whatever you want, Alison."
His eyes looked pained as they searched the depths of her own longingly, desperate to gauge what it was she truly wanted, knowing without a doubt he would commit himself to whatever it might be and yet still daring to hope beyond hope it could be something he wanted to.
She swallowed the last of her water and pushed weakly against the glass still held in both of their hands until Quil drew it away and set it back on the table. She groaned, feeling her resolve swiftly weakening. Focusing on a light fixture on the ceiling rather than Quil she bit her lip and admitted with a heavy sigh, "I've been with guys before, Quil. I'm not opposed to the naked male body or scared of penises if that's what you're worried about." She chanced a look at him. His expression was unreadable.
"So you're bi?" he blurted; his eyes alight with renewed boyish optimism.
"Well…um… yeah," she confessed, crinkling her nose up and shrugging sheepishly. "But it never works out for me with men!" she quickly inserted. "So recently I decided I'd just stick to women from now on," she reasoned breathlessly as Quil's full lips split into a devastatingly sexy grin that hit her hard below the belt. She knew her panties were seriously in jeopardy at this point.
"So I wasn't lying to you when I said I was a lesbian," she hurriedly rationalized as she felt his strong fingers wrap around her thigh again. "Because… because I'm still serious about swearing off men!" she proclaimed. "So… so I don't want you to get the wrong idea," she rambled as he leaned in until his smiling lips were inches from hers. "Just because I'm not opposed to seeing your naked organ doesn't mean I want it in me, okay?"
His eyes danced with delight and mischief. Fucking hallelujah, she wasn't entirely anti-penis! Oh, yeah… he could definitely work with this. He nodded solemnly. "Duly noted, beautiful."
He thought he heard Alison whimper in her throat as he drew even closer, but then something across the room must've caught her attention as her heavy eyes suddenly shifted and widened in shocked appreciation. Quil reluctantly followed her gaze.
True to his word, not more than ten minutes after setting out on his mission, Jared was striding confidently back towards their table with what looked like a curvier, brunette version of Christina Hendricks. Jesus, where had she been hiding all night long? Forget that, where had she been hiding Quil's whole life? Her lazy, flirtatious smile was directed at both Quil and Alison as her eyes shamelessly assessed them with marked interest before turning back up to Jared's and sharing a knowing look. For a split second Quil thought he might have imprinted for a second time when the stunning brunette looked Alison over again and then licked her lips.
"Oh, fuck me," Alison breathed, leaning in to Quil and at the same time reaching down to nervously clutch his hand on her leg as she confided, "I think I just creamed my jeggings."
Quil inhaled deeply and nodded. "I think I believe in Spirit Warriors."
A/N – I know, I know… I'm such a whore for breaking this into multiple chaps. The second installment, in which Quil & Alison take things to the presidential suite with their hot new friend, should be up in a matter of days. Just need to edit/pare down a bit. I started writing this Quil/Alison smut saga quite a while ago and it sort of took on a life of it's own. Thanks for reading & reviewing!