Roslyn was thankful to escape her mother and father's clutches for once her troublesome life and to be staying with her Aunt and Uncle in La push for the summer to live a somewhat normal life. Her father was a successful lawyer who believed that she should be spoiled to the maximum. However he also had ground rules that she was not a loud to go out with friends from school and was not a loud a boyfriend. In fact she was not a loud a life at all. Instead she had to make friends with the people of his choice- most being the daughters of his work colleagues- and have an arranged marriage. It infuriated her that her dad was so old fashioned that he felt he controlled her social life. And well her mum just went along with it. She did however rebel against them- sneaking out at night and going to parties or gatherings and coming back early in the morning, and they had never found out. But she didn't want to have to do that. She would rather have a free will.
At least she could act like a human for the next four weeks. Her Aunty and Uncle were more socialized and she was happy for the Annual holiday she had with them. They allowed her to go out at night, party with whomever she wants- under a reasonable amount of alcohol- and do whatever she pleased. She felt free without having to stay indoors and have lame sleep overs.
As soon as she got to her Aunt Mo's she had dumped her heavy suit case on the ground and got changed into a zebra print dress that came to mid-thigh. It was tight hugging and the sleeves were long in length which showed off her curved figure. She quickly slipped on a pair of black high heels and quickly said her goodbyes to Her Aunty Mo and Uncle Douglas.
A few years back she had made friends with a couple of girls called Anita and Zoe- they were both Quileute with the russet skin and deep black hair and chocolate brown eyes. She was much different from them, but she still considered herself to be okay in the looks department. She had medium brown hair bobbed to her chin, one side longer than the other, grey-blue eyes and pail skin and her lips were bow shaped.
Now they were at the local night club in La Push called party Town downing their 8th Jägerbomb and she had felt the room start to slightly sway from side to side. She giggled at nothing in particular as the feeling of drunkenness started to seep into her. She steadied herself on a nearby pole as she stumbled over her feet. She looked back up and caught the eye of a tall man with short black hair, the usual russet hair and huge biceps. She wasn't sure if her drunken mind was making this up, but he looked like a god.
He noticed her looking and one side of his mouth lifted up into a crooked smile. He lurched forward; a little weary of his steps as he pushed his way through the dancing crowd towards her. She looked around to see if Anita and Zoe were still around but they were nowhere in sight leaving her alone- or well as good as alone as a night club would allow- to talk to him, flirt with him. Do whatever it was her dad did not agree with.
"Hey there." He was standing in front of her now; his voice, though slightly slurred, was husky and deep and it sent a shiver down her spine.
She bit her lip, looking up through her eyelashes. "Hey yourself."
He smirked and then stepped closer to her, his tall body looming over her and his head bent down to look at her. She tilted his head; he had to at least be 6ft5. He slurred; "So, pretty girl, do you have a name?"
Her heart sped up slightly and he was so close to her that she could smell the fresh minty smell wafting off of his body. She could see, very visibly, the muscles flexing with each small movement he made sent a shiver down her spine. His voice, deep and husky (if not slightly slurred), forced her breath to be caught mid intake. He was absolutely gorgeous, and she wasn't sure if it was just the massive amount of alcohol she had just drunk that made her feel like this. But she didn't care, not with him in touching distance.
"R-Roslyn Campbell." She stammered and then mentally kicked herself. It wasn't her first time talking to a guy, a hot one at that, and she had certainly never been so… lost for speech before. "Yours?"
"Jacob Black." He stated before holding out an arm and pulling her close.
She let out a small squeak but it was soon taken over by sudden warmth down in her abdomen as his groin ground into her which caused her to moan. She watched his face, and she saw a small smirk appear on his face. His hand was now pressed against her ass and her hands were perched awkwardly on his upper arms as she ground back into him. She didn't know what she was doing at all. She was drunk and wanted sex. And this man was clearly going to give it to her. She hadn't had sex before, but when someone comes and grinds them into you; that must mean they want to have sex?
As he held her closer to him, her face pressed into his chest as they ground together, he whispered seductively in her ear. "Why don't we go back to mine?"
"I...uh...I… to do what?" She spluttered. To have sex you idiot. Why else would a guy want to take you back to their house?
"Mmm. I think you know…" He crooned and dropped his head down to kiss the part under her ear.
"I..I..mhmm." Was all she could muster; words completely failed her at this point- she was too turned on- too dazzled by him.
He didn't reply, he just picked her up bridal style and carried her out to the cold air. She realised something then- that he was extremely hot (temperature wise). Was it natural? Was she imagining it? Most likely- she was drunk. He carried her down the street stumbling as he went. They got to his house. A nice humble looking place made of red wood.
"What about your dad?" She murmured into his neck where her face was nestled.
"A fishing trip." He shrugged his shoulders as he booted the door open and took her in.
She didn't bother looking around; she was too focused on Jacob. She was sure she wanted to have him… so positive. He carried her into the living room, dropping her to the couch and kissing her senseless. His hard on was pressed against her pelvis and she moaned low in her throat. He smirked and ground against her repeatedly, his hands pulling her dress over her head and quickly ripping her bra off. Her eyes went wide but soon they clouded with lust as he suckled on one of her perky breasts. His hands now slipped her panties down her legs and she helped him by kicking them away.
"You're way over dressed" She remarked as her eyes trailed down his body.
"Ungh." He grunted his response before obediently taking his clothes off.
She froze then with sudden realisation. She was drunk, and she was thinking irrationally. She would regret it in the morning and he probably didn't give a fuck about her. She sighed as she thought hard about this. One side of her was crying for her to be fucked senseless but the other side was telling her not to.
He sensed her hesitance. "You don't want to…"
"I'm just too tired. All this alcohol makes me sleepy." She mumbled, and had taken the chicken road out.
He smiled and nodded before falling down beside her on the couch and cuddling her close into her side. They both soon fell asleep in each other's arms.
Next Chapter finished!:) And btw, my wolves don't imprint when their drunk- they're both are not in their right mind so therefore it forbids them to imprint until they are both sober. Furthermore the imprinting on my story is based on true feelings. If they weren't supernatural beings they would of still fallen in love with them- so an imprint is based upon real love but it just strengthens it! I didn't mind the books way of imprinting but it seemed like they had no choice and that they didn't really love one another properly. They were just lead by the imprint. So that's why I'm making it slightly different. Revieeews please!
Oh I also forgot! I was gonna base the chapters on songs. But that went down the plughole… so starting from next chapter (cause I couldn't find a song to fit this) Im gonna set you guys homework to listen to a song that I think suits the chapter!
