Summary: There were rules. All Jacob had to do was follow the damn rules, play the game and get out as fast as he could. Bumbling idiot Alpha never did follow instructions. Explicit Language. Rated M.

Edited 09/2017

Prologue to the Rules

Quil told me about the 'Rules for a Successful Booty Call' that he'd read about in one of Claire's Cosmopolitan magazines. The kid was only twelve and she was already reading the stupid 'Girl Bible' as he so gayly put it.

Seriously I worried about Quil. The guy was constantly harping on about how his 'Claire Bear' flirted with the guy at the milkshake bar every time they went there to get a 'chocolate royale' sundae which they'd split. I mean really Quil? Does a girl even know how to flirt at twelve? I tried to think back to my own childhood, did I even know any girls when I was twelve? Or was I too wrapped up in cars and climbing trees and trying to out do my friends in any given activity or sport.

The answer to my question blatantly slapped me in the face when Leah Clearwater walked through the door in her white sun dress which was the poorest excuse for clothing only reaching mid thigh, just about sitting under her ass cheeks. Was it wrong to be checking out my Beta, with my head hanging off the couch and my feet over the back?

Probably.

I arched my neck a little to try and see if I could score a peek up her dress. I wondered what colour panties she was wearing today? Monday was yellow, Tuesday was black aka in my honour, Wednesday was some kind of mix between purple and pink stripes and today...

BAM!

"Fuck" I hissed, scrambling to my feet and rubbing the side of my face. Even with my shape-shifting abilities I was too wrapped up in checking out the female Clearwater to notice I had been slowly slipping off the couch. Man, way to make an impression.

"Serves you right dick dweeb." Leah laughed over her shoulder, throwing her car keys on to the kitchen bench and grabbing the fridge handle. I swear the girl has the vocabulary of a fucking sailor, though it was kinda sexy and made me want to lick the insides of her mouth.

"For what?" I spat, walking over to the fridge, pushing her slightly to reach around and grab a bottle of water off the shelving. I gingerly placed the water bottle on my cheek, rolling it around some.

"Nothing," Leah mused grabbing herself a bottle as well before closing the fridge, looking as smug as a squirrel with a bag of nuts.

"What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you meant to be on some hot date with Xavier Barnes?" I growled watching as she took as sip of the ice cold water, some drizzling down her chin making her skin illuminate with its wetness.

Xavier Barnes was some hot-shot native frick who been living over in Italy, working for some pale faces looking to get some 'original' carvings out of him to sell to the interested public. No offence but the guys work was messy and uninspiring. I mean, any guy with a chisel and a hammer could do what he did. The Italians must be blind or something? Xavier didn't put any effort in to his work, there was no love in his masterpieces, and no real meaning behind the pieces.

My father often commented how I should put my stuff out there, maybe contact some of Xavier's people, but I told him Hell no. I wasn't a sell out. I wasn't going to carve just because some white family wanted a nice Native carving in their houses. Fuck that. My carvings were for my people. They told my story. My legends, my beliefs, my life. There was no way I was going to sell my culture nor ethnicity out.

Leah just shrugged her shoulders at me and gulped down the water. "Seems like he was more interested in the tricks running around Forks. Can you believe he actually slapped some girls ass in the diner?"

"What?" I growled, picturing the fucker treating Leah like that. Sure Leah was a bitch... no, scratch that... Leah was the bitch, but she didn't deserve to be treated like that, no woman did. I was going to have to have a couple of words with that motherfucker, maybe key his shiny new BMW a couple of times too and watch him cry like a little bitch over his European monstrosity. Give me American muscle any day over those expensive pieces of designer plastic.

"It doesn't matter. I told him he was a asshole that deserved to be chowing down on dog shit and then walked out. I hate pussy teasing bastards," she sighed placing the water on the dinning table and screwing the lid back on.

"Pussy teasing?" I asked stupidly, knowing exactly what she was talking about but wanting her to say it out loud. The word pussy coming from her mouth was down right, hot.

Leah rolled her eyes at me and gave me the finger. "You know what I am talking about, Black. Hot guy, hot body, not much in the brains department, looks like they could fuck for days, talks to you in low whispers, flaunts his shit all over town, makes out with girls while he looks at you... blah blah blah."

"Like this," I whispered lowly, stalking towards her with a smirk drawn on my lips.

"Ha," she scoffed, shoving my shoulder as I drew closer. "Trust me Black, you couldn't pull it off."

Wow. That one actually hurt my feelings. "Well at least I know you'll never be a cock tease," I smiled, wiggling my eyebrows and checking her body out, running my eyes up and down her long, lean sun kissed form.

"Oh Jacob, honey. You have no idea what your talking about." she drawled, sucking her bottom lip in and biting down on the corner. "No. idea. at. all." she whispered, running her hand down my chest making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in a good way. The best way.

Suddenly she pushed her palm against me, sending me backwards so she could dart past me and up the stairs. "Oh and Jacob," she teased, stopping at the middle of the stairs and playing with the hem off her dress. "Does this answer your question?"

Pulling one side of her dress up to her hip, she exposed her right ass cheek to me, covered barely in a lime green pair of skimpy panties, before bounding up the stairs laughing.

"Holy Shit..." I breathed, before clearing my throat a little and adjusting Jacob Jnr. who was now very interested in the she-bitch.

Leah Clearwater was the epitome of every teenage guys fantasy, actually to be fair, for any guy that could still get a boner. Her body was out of this world, and she was actually pretty stunning for an evil incarnate or Lucifer's daughter as I liked to call her. She had wide almond eyes and pouty pink lips, cute button nose and long flowing dark hair. But those weren't even the best bits. Trust me, I've seen it all. Phasing had given me the ultimate images for my very pitiful spank bank collection, which basically consisted of a couple of chicks from a porno I found under Paul's bed and Leah.

Her legs were built for speed, smooth and tanned, muscled in all the right areas and as fucking long as the stairway to heaven. Her hips were set wide and all 'fuckable' like, her tummy was toned and her breasts well, damn, let's just say Leah Clearwater was one hundred percent woman. She needed no help in that area. She often opted to go braless and they were still perky, even counting their fullness. Her ass was juicy and round just enough for me to hold in my hands if I was to ever get to eat her out. Sometimes I thought to myself that if I was to ever bite down on that smooth flesh I would bust a nut in my-

"Hey Jake," Seth called out, slamming the front door and bounding in excitedly.

"Hey Seth," I frowned, wondering what the hell 'McHappy' was doing here. "Aren't you meant to be running patrols?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest and glaring down at the young wolf.

Like true Clearwater fashion, Seth brushed off my hostile behaviour before getting a glance at Jacob Jnr. trying to wriggle his way out of my cut-offs, still intent on meeting Ms Clearwater. "Thanks for the complement, Jake," Seth laughed, eyeing my boner and ruffling through the fridge to pull out sandwich meat and bread. "But I don't roll like that."

"You're one sick puppy," I spat, shoving my hand down my cut-offs to re-adjust Jacob Jnr's happiness. "And trust me, it's wasn't for you," I sneered, narrowing my eyes as he slapped seven pieces of meat on his sandwich.

The kid could eat and often disappeared when it was time to foot the shopping bill. Living in a house with Seth and Leah meant we rarely had food in our fridge and we were frequently visiting the store. My job as a mechanic and Leah's job as a personal assistant to some douche bag, pulled in just enough money for the food and rent. Lucky we only had to pay a couple of hundred dollars to Sue since we were living in her house because she'd moved in with Charlie Swan. Seth was the ultimate money sucker, both Leah and I often forking out for the joy-tastic puppy. In all honesty he did run our patrols while we were working so it was kind of fair.

"Who was it for?" he asked raising an eyebrow before shoving his creation in his mouth. "You weren't thinking about Bella again were you? Oh man Jake, you know she married now not to mention she sparkles and shit," he scolded, his mouth half full, allowing crumbs to scatter the floor around him. He better not think I was going to clean that shit up.

Damn him. I couldn't even get a word in before he started lecturing me again, about the importance of moving on and finding a nice girlfriend, who wasn't a leech lover.

"You know what you need man, you need a booty call." Seth chuckled, finishing the rest of his sandwich and dusting off his hands, making even more crumbs fall to the ground. I was seriously contemplating Alpha commanding him to never eat inside the house again.

"Who needs a booty call?" Leah asked as she bounded down the stairs, her white dress gone, replaced with some itsy bitsy running shorts and a crop top. Damn her too. Now Jacob Jnr. was suddenly paying attention again just as I was getting him to chill the fuck out.

"Jacob does," Seth pointed towards me, a huge shit eating grin on his face.

"Jacob-" Leah frowned as she pulled her joggers on. "You know that your not the best candidate for casual sex right?" she said tying up her shoes laces.

"What? Why not?" I asked, only to have her frown deeper.

"You're just not that type of guy," she said seriously which kind of scared me.

"What type am I then? The picking up hookers on the side of the road type?" I quizzed, interested in what kind of guy Leah thought I was.

"No, Jake." Leah said walking towards me and placing her hand on my shoulder. "You're more 'boyfriend' material, you know. Kind, sweet, loving. A booty call is like cryptonite for you. It's dangerous and poisonous. Trust me when I tell you that your going to want more, you're just that type of guy."

"So what your saying is that you want to be my girlfriend?" I teased, watching as her hand closed and punched my shoulder.

"You wish. Plus, I am over the whole perfect little life thing. I sleep with who I want, when I want, and then come home to my favourite boy."

"Me?" I smiled wiggling my eyebrows only to have her scoff again.

"Fuck no," she spat, walking over to Seth and wrapping her arms around him for a hug. "Seth." she announced proudly, leaning into him as he returned the hug with a soft kiss to her forehead.

"How was your day, sis?" he asked pulling away and looking at her with shining eyes. I felt like punching Seth right in the mouth for being such a suck up to Leah. He was always patient with her, never upset and always treated her like a princess. He was making me look bad.

"Shitty. How about you? Any luck with Mum?" she asked in a low tone, awaiting his reply.

"Nah. She's still going to marry, Charlie. She asked if you were going to come and visit her, she says the bridesmaid dress arrived and wanted you to try it on." He told her softly, trying not to activate Leah's 'Melt Down' button.

"Oh," she replied, giving me a little side glance. "Tell mum I love her but there is no way I am going to stand by her as she marries Dad's best friend. I'd rather be dead." Her voice held malice, even though it was but a whisper. It was her scary voice. And fuck the poor soul on the receiving end of that voice.

"Ok sis," Seth smiled, kissing her forehead again and hugging her tightly, wrapping his hands around her back.

Watching his hands move, I couldn't help but be drawn to her ass. She was standing on her tippy toes, reaching up to hug Seth, the muscles in her legs flexing and visible were turning me on. The bump her ass made in her shorts was so goddamn sexy and I just wanted to squeeze that heated flesh between my rough hands. Was she a moaner? A screamer? Hmm... Leah looked more like a screamer. I wonder how loud she would scream if I-

The clearing of Seth's throat made my eyes shoot back up from his sisters tight derriere to his face, disappointment and a little anger running through his brown orbs. "I'm going for a run," Leah nodded, turning back and giving me a once over briefly before heading to the door.

"See ya," Seth and I answered together as she jogged out of the house.

Seth's eyes watched me carefully, no doubt assessing the position he found himself in. "You weren't thinking about Leah. Were you?"

"No," I answered a little too quickly and a little too high pitched, Seth noticing the untruthfulness of my lie straight away.

"You can't fool me, Jacob. I see the way you look at her. I have one rule when it comes to dating my sister. No sex until she's forty years old," he scolded narrowing his eyes at me.

"Ha! As if you sister would even consider me."

"Well she dated that ass hat Sam, so I am sure that she'll give you some type of chance. But me, on the other hand, will warn you, you hurt Leah, you'll never walk again."

"Yeah okay," I said ruffling his hair before being pushed back.

"I mean it, Black. One wrong move and I'll kill you, got it?" he said seriously a little growl laced in his voice, impressing me.

"Okay Seth. Whatever you say," I laughed rolling my eyes and giggling thinking about his sandy wolf trying to take on my russet Alpha wolf. The kid didn't stand a chance.

Wondering back to the couch I sat down, throwing my head back and humming. Could I really use Leah as a booty call? Did she even want me like that? She'd said she wasn't into the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing right? Xavier had let her down and been pussy teasing her. Maybe I could just be her booty call? Lord knows I needed the sex and who knows, maybe we could fuck each other into a coma to get out of this hell we called our lives. Speaking of hell, there was a bonfire tonight and Leah was sure to be impressed that Sam and Emily where expecting their first cub.

Again. Lord have mercy on the poor sod on the receiving end of anything Leah Clearwater had to say.

I smiled to myself. Sam and Emily were both fucked.