Bella POV

The pack was celebrating two new pack members. Collin and Brady. The elders were at home. Charlie and Victoria were enjoying their honeymoon. Jasper and Leah joined Charlotte and Peter on a journey to Texes. Bree went to Sue home to stay with Seth. The two have become very close. The pack thought that Seth had imprinted, but when he looked into her eyes, there was nothing. They were close, like Seth the older brother and Bree the little sister.

The pack was dancing around the fire, drinking moonshine and smoking weed. I sat in front of the fire, watching the flames dance along to the cool breeze. Shadow figures of pack member danced around me. Jacob sat next to me stuffing his face with burgers. I was on my sixth glass of vodka and coke. We sat in silence, enjoying each others silent company.

At first, I didn't spot Quil. I had to double look, he looked different. Taller, bigger built, he shaved his velvet silky hair. He looked older. He looked good.. With only light from the fire, he wore his dark glasses, covering his chocolate coloured eyes. His unabashedly scruffy appearance - from his shaved head to his creased suit. Why was he wearing a suit? The pack dressed smart, the imprints looked beautiful, Quil was different. The face that he hadn't bothered told me he either honestly didn't. Are. I didn't care if he finished his shift.

Embry told me that his wold is restless. Before Leah went with Jasper, she told me that he had found his imprint while he was human. That he had to wait till he learned to control his wolf. It hurt in a way. Since Quil had phased, he's been avoiding me. If I walk into the same room as him, he would leave.

Downing my vodka and coke, I stood up. Putting my brave gave on, calmed my nerves, I made my way towards him. Jacob was eating still, not saying a word. Only giving me a wink and a smirk. I wanted to know what his problem was.

I grudgingly admired Quil for his new boldness in daring to be different. The pack had told me his attitude had changed since he couldn't be close to his imprint. I had to admit, it pricked my interest. Someone like Quil was a welcome change from the usual ass-kisser who ignored me. Has Quil been taking notes from Paul's book?

If I had to make a choice off dating anyone, it be Quil. Jacob I see as a brother. Sam and Emily act as parents. Leah and Seth and Bree family,brother and two more sisters. Embry, Paul, Jarred and Kim were my close friends. Collin and Brady I have to get to know first.

But with Quil, I felt a very strong connection to him. Since I met him that day at Jacobs, he sparked my interest. The confidence, to the ass he's been lately. I still choose Quil. One hundred percent. But now with him imprinting, will it change things. It hurts. It's like Edward all over again.

Walking towards him slowly, without tripping on air. He was talking to Jarred and Sam. He know I was walking towards him. The little hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Head up, dark glasses, obscuring face, he ignored me as I drew closer. I wanted to turn around, thinking this was a huge mistake. I paused. He didn't look at me and flashed his teeth in a patently false smile or dip his strong chin in acknowledgment or give any outward sign that he noticed me. For example; the slight flairing of his nostrils.

Sam must of said something to Quil, he didn't look happy. Sam and Jarred left. I rolled my eyes. Shame I couldn't see his.

"Isabella, it's so good to see you are still here." Quil spoke. The way he said my name was sensual like molten caramel.

Wolves.

Shapeshifters.

Whatever.

They always find a way to intimidate, or push a certain button. He knew I hated been called Isabella. I wanted to correct him. I wanted to make some pithy comment, I froze. No words left my mouth. I was stunned, I couldn't reply. I've talked to Quil before he phased, but why was this different.

Quil smirked. He was enjoying having power over me. "Come sit with me, Isabella." he ordered. It wasn't out of politeness. I wanted to say no, but my mind and body had other ideas. Damn.

"It's Bella." I snapped,my voice held little strength.

Quil chuckled. "I know, Bells."

My nose flaring, body shaking. I was angry. He was rude and an ass-wipe. Before Quil phased, he was an outgoing guy. The day I met him, he flirted, flexing his chest, giving me the odd wink. Touching. Always touching.

I followed, trying to keep up. His strides were gigantic. I had to run to keep up. I thought we we're going to sit with the others, bit I was wrong. We moved further away, close to the Forrest. Quil sat at the edge of the Forrest. We were shadowed.

"Sit! Isabella." Quils voice was now raw, strong, and showing his dominance. His voice was more husky, like waking up from a good sleep. Morning talk, it was sexy. I shivered. Yet, I wanted to turn around and go back to the party, get to know the new pack members. To get drunk with jake. But, there's always a but. The way he talked,my body obayed. Betraying me.

I chose to sit across from him. I didn't trust to sit so close. I kept my eyes on my lap, running the sand with my finger tips. We sat in silence. It was uncomfortable. I licked my lips, refusing to look at him.

"Why did you ask me to walk with you?"

I could sence that he shrugged his shoulders. "Was a good idea at the time. I needed. No wanted you to get away from the pack. I want to talk to you." he replied

"Talk." I wanted this over with.

Quil sighed. "It's hard for me to explain." Quil cleared his throat getting ready to speak. I was about to say something, Quil shocked me as he held up his hand to silence me. Was that a silent order. The same order Sam uses for the pack ? Any moment now, Jacob would come, all hell would break loose. Waiting. Nothing happened.

"I've imprinted." he told me.

I nodded. I already know this information, no need to rub it in my face. I just waited for it. Quil is going to leave me. I'm never going to meet her, or am I not aloud to step foot on La Paush grounds. Was I a threat that I know vampires?

I took a deep breath. "I-I know. I've been told. You're wolf is angry and upset."

Quil nodded. "You're right. He's getting harder to control. Especially with her been so close to me. Teasing us. All we want to do is fuck, claim and mark." Quil growled lowly.

"Mark?" I said dryly.

"Yes. Bite her. She will be ours, till the day we die. She will summit." he murmed.

Opening my mouth, I eyed his dark glasses. What was I supposed to say. I have no clue how this wolf thing works. Why is Quil talking to me about this? Should he be talking to Sam?

"Why are you telling me?" I asked.

"Because, Isabella-"

"It's bella." I cut him off.

"-because... You're ours." he stated. "I can assure you," his voice low, impossibly rich voice vibrating with certainly... "Right now, we want to fuck, claim and mark you, Bella."

I was stunned. I sat there, pondered how to respond, Quil leaned forward and took my hand, gently squeezing. I was his imprint. His wolf wanted me. Quil wants me. Looking at our hands, his were bigger than mine, much warmer and softer.

"Y-you want me!" I squeeked.

"Yes. Always." Quil moved forward, his lips hovering over mine.

"A-As in s-sex?"

"Yes, Bells. Now-"

I gulped. "I have never-"

"shhh, I know, bells. I go soft and slow. I'll look after you. So you want me to look after you...Isabella?" his lips skimmed over mine.

I panted. Teasing. "Say, yes. Bells." he encouraged.

"Y-yes."

Quil's lips connected to mine. They were soft and warm. The kiss was sweet, sparks flew. Quil nibbled on my bottom lip, his fingers stroking my jaw, opening my mouth more. He slipped his tounge in, his mouth was hot, he tasted of candy. Our tounges stroked each other. My hands running from the back of his neck to his new cut hair. God, it felt like velvet.

Straggled in waist, my legs tightly wrapped around his huge frame. My lady area; fuck it... Pussy rubbed on something, long, hard and thick. Panties soaked. Paul would be very proud as i though of rude words and what i wanted.

God, i was humping Quil. But i wanted more. I wanted him to be buried deep in me. I wanted to be fucked. No time for Romeo and Juliet shit. This is game time. This is me and Quil time.

Quickly, Quil pulled my head back by a fist full of my hair. Neck exposed, hot kisses branding my skin. Teeth scraping on my collarbone. His arms tightened on my lower back. Tilting my neck more, his hot tounge glided to my ear. I shivered, moaned. I didn't recognise my own voice, more husky. Quil must of liked it, he growled in response. Pulling away, his dark glasses fell off. His eyes were not chocolate brown, they were black, with yellow flicks.

"Bells," he murmed. Quil said my name like a prayer. "I want you to run. Run through the Forrest, Bells. I give you a head start." he purred.