I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT WHAT SO EVER! STEPHANIE MEYER RIGHTFULY GETS ALL THE CREDIT! I OWN NOTHING!
Hello again everybody! Here's chapter 2! Sorry for the wait!
Chapter 2
Claim
I couldn't remove my eyes as that beautiful creature—Jake, my mind screamed at me—walked away from me with his friends. Music surrounded me, vibrating my skin, but all I could think about was Jacob.
When I caught him from landing flat on his delicious ass, Uley's pack scent assaulted me immediately, the stench of sea water and dirt making my nose scrunched in disgust. I almost dropped him on his ass. It wasn't until my fingers met smooth skin that I actually took a second glance at him.
He was clad in a sexy red halter top, showing off smooth, tan, muscular skin and a flat stomach. My eyes zoned in on the belly ring I found there. His legs seemed to go on for forever in those tight black jeans. I held onto both his slim hips, trying to restrain myself from dry humping him right then and there. For all I knew, he could have a dominate lurking around somewhere. Universal pack law forbade any dominate from touching an owned submissive without expressed permission from their dominate.
But I couldn't bring myself to pull my hands back, though. My Alpha wolf wouldn't let me. Even with the threat of an angry wolf, I couldn't bring myself to release him. It had to take his friends to rip him away from me. I nearly growled at them as they pulled Jake away from my reach. I couldn't pry my eyes away from his ass as he walked away…
Pressure on my arm pulled me out of my thoughts. I was instantly aware of the fact that I was sitting at a table with the majority of my pack facing the stage. I turned to Jared, my beta and best friend, whose hand was currently resting on my arm.
"You feeling alright, Paul?" he asked, concerned.
I smiled and shrugged his hand off. "Yeah, I'm feeling fine. Why?"
"Because you've been out of it for the past hour or so."
I stared at him for a minute before turning my attention to the stage, where Jake was currently standing.
"You see that submissive over there?" I asked him, my eye trained on Jake's every movement. "The one in the red halter top and stomach piercing?"
"Uh huh," Jared answered.
"I'm gonna claim him," I stated without hesitation.
When Jared didn't respond, I glanced at him, finding his eyes wide with surprise.
"But, he's part of Uley's pack," he stammered, dumbfounded.
"So?"
"You can't stand Uley."
I snorted as I turned my attention back to Jake. He was currently standing in the middle of the stage with his back turned to me—giving me the most delicious view of his sweet ass—talking to his friends in whispers. I bit my lip to suppress a groan as he brushed his long black hair over his shoulder and exposing his tan neck to my searching eyes. I couldn't help but picture myself biting into that supple flesh, making him as mine for all to see, as I thrust unmercifully into him.
"What does that matter?" I asked my beta. "It's not like I'm trying to lay a claim to Sam." I shuddered violently in repulse at the thought.
Jared shook his head as he tried to gain my full attention back on him, but I refused, still staring at Jacob.
"That's not what I meant, even though that might be a sight to see—an Alpha laying claim to another Alpha—especially if it's you and Sam." Jared chuckled before he continued. "What I mean is, haven't you heard?"
I glanced at Jared when he didn't continue.
"Haven't I heard what?" I pressed.
"Sam has expressed interest in Jacob so that no one else would."
I snorted, Jared now gaining my complete interest. "Alpha Jackoff might have claimed interest in Jake, but he hasn't claimed him as mate. He contains the scent of Uley's pack, but not Uley's stench itself. Plus, there's no mating bite on that pretty neck of his. He's still available. And as a dominate and an Alpha, I have every right to claim what I want. I want Jacob."
Jared smirked, used to my brashness, having grown up with it since we were both practically in diapers.
"And besides, if Uley is such a big bad Alpha, why hasn't he mated with Jake?"
Jared shrugged and settled into his chair, no staring at the stage as well. "I don't really know for sure. From what I've heard, Jacob won't let him."
"What?" I asked, incredulous. "What do you mean he won't let him?"
"Just that. Jacob refuses to mate with Sam." Jared bit his lip, seemingly lost in thought. "Come to think of it, from all the stories I've heard, Jake's turned away from every offer, flat out refusing any advances. From what I can gather, he's quite a spitfire with a mean attitude to boot."
"He's refused all advances?" I asked
Jared nodded.
"And from what you're telling me, he seems to be quite the stubborn submissive?"
Another nod.
A devilish smirked crossed my lips and I winked sideways at him, the familiar twinkle of mischief glittering in the corner of my eye. "Just the right submissive to handle my own searing temper."
Jared sighed and rolled his eyes, but left the subject alone, knowing he was going to lose this battle of deterring me from my pursuit of Jake. Everybody in the werewolf nation knew about me and my infamous temper that I got from my father. The only person that could ever escape and ease his temper was my mother. Everyone else was S.O.L.
He and I got into a few screaming matches when I was still trying to learn the werewolf ways. We even got into a few physical fights, each of us spending our respectful time in the hospital after a few of them. He may have been my Alpha, but I wasn't afraid of him. I did have deep respect for him, though. Especially since he crowned me Alpha so that he could step down and live the rest of his days with my mom and leave the all the werewolf business to me. We may still fight every now and then, but we were closer than ever, to my mother's immense relief.
Sudden music pulled me from my thoughts and once again I found myself staring at the stage where music was currently blasting from the speakers. I immediately recognized the song Yeah by Usher. A wide smile crossed my face as I watched Jake and his friends start dancing and singing. The one in the skirt and tube top singing Lil Jon's parts while my baby boy was the lead role as Usher. The last submissive was just dancing and smiling, moving along with his friends. Jake stepped up to the front of the stage, his body twisting and turning as he sang.
Up in the club with my homies
Tryin' to get a little VI
Keep it down on the low key
Cause you know how it is
I saw this shorty
She was checkin' up on me
From the game she was spittin' in my ear
You would think that she knew me
So I decided to chill
I couldn't remove my eyes even if I wanted to. The way Jacob's body moved to erotically, so sinfully, had my jeans tightening in seconds. Jake's hands moved to his ebony hair, his fingers running through the thick tresses, pulling it free from the ponytail it was confined in and spilling strands all over his shoulders and back. I leaned forwards, my arms resting out on the table in front me, hooked on the vision in front of me, especially when it got the chorus, the submissive in the skirt singing at the appropriate parts.
(Yeah, yeah!)
Shorty got down low and said come and get me
(Yeah, yeah!)
I got so caught up, I forgot she told me
(Yeah, yeah!)
Her and my girl used to be the best of homies
(Yeah, yeah!)
Next thing I knew, she was all up on me singin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
By the time they got to the second verse, they were off the stage and down on the floor, singing and dancing all over the place. My eyes stayed glued onto Jake as he made his way closer to my table. He was gyrating his hips and whipping his hair all around, causing it to be all over the place, looking like he just got fucked. My jeans tightened even further.
By the time the second verse came around, all three of them were on tables—the one in the skirt a few tables away on my left and the one in the blue halter a few tables away on my right. And Jacob, oh so conveniently dancing right on my table—all three of them forming a triangle. I couldn't hold back the groan as my sweet submissive dipped down low for me, his ass perfectly right in my face. It took all the willpower I had to not reach out and smack.
Suddenly, Ludacris's part came on and I suddenly realized that it was Blue Halter's part in this whole thing.
Watch out!
My outfit's ridiculous, in the club lookin' so conspicuous
And rowl! These women all on the prowl
If you hold the head steady, Imma milk the cow
Forget about the game, Imma spit the truth
I won't stop till I get them in their birthday suits
So gimme the rhythm and it'll be off with their clothes
Bend over to the front and touch your toes!
I glanced over at him, curious to know if he was able to move his body as beautifully as Jacob's and I was pleased to find that he had just as much rhythm as Jake. I looked over at Jared and I was surprised that his attention wasn't on Jacob, it was on the tiny dancer to my right, is eyes glazed over in want. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Jake, who was once again singing.
As the song came to a close all three of them struck a pose. Jake threw his head back, exposing his beautiful throat to me once more. As soon as the song was over, I reached up, unable to stop myself, and grabbed Jake's hand and pulled him to me. I heard him gasp at the unexpected move and fall onto his hands and knees.
Our eyes locked and we both stilled, too captivated by one another. Jake was breathing hard from his dancing as he stared at me, a pretty pink blush creeping over his cheeks. I reached out towards him, my palm cupping his chin as I brushed my thumb over his pouty red lips.
Oh, yeah. I'm totally claiming this.
A loud snarl filled the air, my head snapping towards that sound. I spotted Sam with his hands clenched into tight fists, a snarl on his usually uptight face. I leaned back slightly to face him, refusing to back down from this threat, all the while I kept my contact with Jake.
"Lahote," Sam growled, his eyes slit so tightly I could barely make out the brown.
"Uley," I responded, calm and collected. Behind him were a few members of his pack, eyeing me, awaiting any orders that Sam doled out if necessary. I didn't have to look to know that Jared was standing right next to me along with the members of my own pack.
"I appreciate that you graced us all with your presence," Sam spoke, deep and authoritative. "But I would greatly appreciate it if you let Jacob go. Now."
I smiled impishly. He should know me better than that by now. I was a true Alpha. I backed down from no one, especially someone with equal status as me.
"Sorry, Uley," I apologized, not meaning the words at all. "When I met little Jake here a few hours ago, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I thought he was the most beautiful thing to grace this earth."
A small gasp escaped the submissive, his eyes locked on mine and Sam's confrontation. Slowly, my hand slid down Jake's chin to his neck, cupping it gently but firm. I bit my lip as I felt his pulse beating against my fingers just underneath the thin flesh.
"Thank you for your observations," Sam snarled. "Now remove your hand from him."
I shook my head. "I'm not quite done yet, Sam," I stated. "Jacob is very beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that it's not so far-fetched to believe he could have many other suitors to claim him as their own."
Sam growled low and deep, his arms were crossed tightly at his chest and I could tell that he was fighting off the urge to phase.
"What are you getting at, Lahote?" Sam all but snarled, his dark eyes flickering between Jake's perplexed expression and the hand that was currently curled around his throat.
I smiled wide before I schooled my features into a calm façade. I stood up to my full height, proud and strong with my head held high with the confidence that only an Alpha possessed.
"I, Paul Lahote, Alpha of the Lahote Moutain Pack, stake a claim Jacob Black, member of the Uley Pack to forever be my mate."
Everyone was deathly silent, no one daring to even breathe as they waited for Sam's reaction. I, too, was a little on edge, wondering what this Alpha would do now.
Sam took in a deep breath, holding it before letting it out in a rush. After what seemed like an eternity, Sam's dark eyes opened and I was shocked to find an inner calmness, even though his form was still slightly shaking. I watched as Sam pulled himself to his full height like I had done, head held high to gaze at me eye-to-eye.
"Very well," Sam rumbled. "I acknowledge you claim, but I, too, have struck a claim of my own Jake to be my eternal mate as well. By the rules our ancestors have passed down, we shall both vie for Jacob's attention."
My face broke into a wide grin. I held out my hand. "I acknowledge your claim as well," I answered. Sam nodded tersely before slapping our hands together in a brief handshake. "And I await this challenge," I finished.
"Hell no!"
My eyes landed on Jacob to find him seething on the table. He was still on his hands and knees and I had to admit that the position looked good on him. Almost as if he was reading my mind, he scrambled off the table faster than I had ever seen anyone move. As soon as he was settled, he glared at both me and Sam, his arms crossed.
"No," Jake repeated. "You guys are not staking a claim on anything. I refuse every advance given from here on out. I refuse to belong to anyone," he snarled, eyes glimmering in anger.
"I'm sorry, Jake," Sam spoke, his voice considerably softened as he spoke to the riled up submissive. "Just because you refuse doesn't mean we still won't try and win you."
"You know my feelings on this, Sam," Jacob spoke lowly, his lip curled over in contempt.
"Yes I do," Sam agreed, his gaze flickering over to me. "And I think that gives me an advantage."
Jake sighed heavily exasperated. He rolled his eyes before continuing. "Fine! Do whatever the hell you want. I stand here right now stating it's a futile attempt on both your parts. Fuck you." He walked right up to me until our noses were barely touching. "And fuck you."
Before I could respond he threaded his way away from me and into the crowd, his two friends following him. Everyone followed suit until it was only me and Jared standing there. I looked after his retreating form and smirked.
"With pleasure, baby boy. With pleasure."