The Twilight Series belongs to S. Meyer, no copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing with the characters.

Chapter Four

Hungry Like a Wolf

When Seth strode over to her, Rachel wasn't sure what to think. Obviously the legends were true and Seth, her brother, and who knows how many others were able to turn into wolves. She was amazed at the heat of his body when he picked her up. She snuggled her body close to him and breathed in his scent, he reminded her of gingerbread. A hint of ginger and molasses, it was like Christmas morning and she wanted to eat him up.

She had no idea where they were going but she trusted him. It was so hard to explain, he was someone that she had known for nearly her entire life and she felt a sense of trust and security that it didn't matter where they were going. Everything was going to be just fine.

As he carried her, the gentle swaying motion and his intoxicating scent made her feel sleepy. She closed her eyes and let his warmth seep into her skin. As she fell asleep she realized she had never felt so loved or protected.

Seth wasn't quite sure where he was going. All he knew was that they needed to get away from the others, he needed to claim her. No one was going to stop him. She would be theirs, his and his wolf.

Her scent wrapped around him, a combination of rain and lavender with the faintest hint of vanilla. The scent soothed his wolf but not fully, he knew that his wolf needed to claim and mark her. Seeing an abandoned cabin up ahead, he could only hope that it wasn't completely devastated.

Entering the small one-room cabin, he spied a bed in the corner. The linens looked like they had seen better days. He gently set Rachel's sleeping form down on the only upholstered chair. He looked in the cupboards in the small kitchen, there were several cans of food and some rice; none of which was expired. He tried out the hand pump on the sink and was rewarded with rusty water that turned clear after several pumps.

Food and water, they had essentials. The cupboards also held plates and pans; there was a drawer with utensils. The stove was ancient and opening it up, he found that it took wood. There was a box of matches on the shelf above the stove. The roof seemed solid and overall nothing appeared to be water damaged.

Checking the wardrobe near the bed, he opened the door and found linens, they had a slight musty smell to them from being stored for so long but they were cleaner than what was on the bed. He made quick work of changing the linens. Lastly, he searched outside and found the wood pile. He brought in several pieces and set them in the basket in the kitchen near the stove; it appeared that it was there for this very purpose.

Rachel woke up disoriented. As she struggled to clear the haze of sleep from her mind, she tried to remember what had happened. As she looked around, she didn't recognize where she was. She didn't see Seth either. For a moment she panicked and then she heard a soft sound outside the door. She watched as Seth strode through the door, as naked as the day he was born, carrying pieces of firewood.

She licked her lips and felt a flush of desire as she watched him. She could spend all day, just watching him move around. His naked body was like a temple that she had only dreamed of worshipping. She watched as his cock hardened under her gaze. There was nothing little about him. She moaned at the rush of moisture between her thighs at the thought of being impaled on his length.

Seth turned to her, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in the scent of her arousal. He watched as emotions flickered over her face. He saw the desire, confusion, and adoration she had. He felt himself became painfully hard. He had to have her and now.

Walking over to her, he reached down to pull her up so that she was standing in front of her. He felt his wolf hovering near the surface. He looked into her eyes and watched as her gaze unfocused as it clouded over with lust. He leaned down and touched his lips to hers, a gentle kiss that she wanted nothing to do with.

Rachel reached her hands into his hair and pulled his head closer to hers. She brushed her tongue against his lips, demanding entrance to his mouth. At his groan, she thrust her tongue inside and tangled with his tongue. She needed more. Her body was on fire.

She felt his fingers pulling roughly at her clothes and in his haste, the fabric tore. She didn't care. She needed to feel her skin against his. She helped with what she could, kicking her shoes off and reaching behind to undo the clasp of her bra.

Her clothes were thrown every which way. And then, finally his hands were on her bare flesh. He stroked her skin with his hands and she shivered at the sensation of his rough hands against her smooth skin. They moved towards the bed, him pulling at her while she pushed him. When his legs touched the bed, she pushed him down. He reached to pull her into his embrace but stopped at her gentle, "No." She pointed to the bed and motioned him to stretch himself out.

It was difficult as the bed was made for someone much shorter than him. Thankfully there wasn't a foot board and if he lay corner to corner, only his feet hung off the bed. Once he was positioned to her liking, she clambered on top of him. Her moist heat rubbing against his hardness. She reached for his hands and brought them to her breasts. He rubbed and stroked her breasts. He gently pulled and pinched her nipples and then raised himself up so that he could take one into his mouth. His tongue circled the tip and then he pursed his lips sucking the point into his mouth.

She moaned his name and rubbed herself against his groin. She reached one hand down and gripped him. As he continued his assault on her breasts, he felt her lift herself up slightly and impaled herself on his cock. The sensation of her moist heat nearly undid him. She pushed him back so that he was lying down again. She moved herself up and down on his length.

Her head was thrown back as she rode him. He wanted nothing more than to turn them over and pound into her until they both came but her hands had captured his wrists and held his arms down. He knew that he could easily over-power her but she wanted to be in charge and he was more than happy to give her what she needed.

The sensation of him inside her was unlike anything she had ever felt. She felt her limbs tingling and the ache in lower abdomen throbbed in time to her movements. She needed…she wasn't sure what she needed. It just wasn't enough. She let go of one of his wrists and reached down to touch herself.

She felt him push her backwards slightly so that her pussy was exposed to his eyes. In the next moment, he had brushed her hand away and was stroking her clit in small circles. She faltered slightly in the change of sensation but quickly regained it. She was so close, she could feel herself quivering, and she still needed more. She moaned his name.

Seth grabbed her hips with his hands and helped her ride him. He felt the moment that she climaxed. Her core tightened and pulsed wrenching his cum from him while her moan turned into a breathless scream. She collapsed on his chest breathing heavily.

Rachel lay on Seth's chest, panting. She was trying to figure out what had just happened. It was…she had never experienced anything like that before. He seemed to understand what she needed without words. She felt his hands roaming over her body, causing further shudders. Her skin was still so sensitive and she was unable to control her body's reaction to his touch.

She flushed as she felt the moisture leak from her. Her inner muscles contracted, trying to pull him deeper inside. She could tell that he was already recovering. The fact that they hadn't used any protection was the only way that she had been able to tell that he had come. Otherwise, she would have assumed that he didn't their first go.

Obviously there were some benefits to being with a younger guy, stamina. She groaned at this thought. In her haze of lust, she had completely forgotten their age difference. She struggled to remember the age of consent in Washington. Had she just violated her friend's brother? Great she came home only to become a seducer of young boys. That was going to go over real well with the tribe. Watch out, Rachel Black's on the prowl.

Seth lay there feeling Rachel's emotions. She continued to put out a confused vibe and she seemed slightly irritated along with worry and guilt. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her feelings. He needed to tell her about the imprint. He kept having a nagging feeling that she was looking for a way out. He pulled out of her, despite his discontent at the idea. He repositioned her slightly and reached down for the sheet. It was warm enough and they didn't need it but he figured that the sheet would help her to feel more secure. He put his arm back around her, and murmured, "You okay?"

Okay? she thought. Better than okay, that was incredible except for the fact that I'm probably going to spend time doing community service for statutory rape. "Umm, sure," she mumbled.

"Rachel, I know that this all seems a little strange but there's a perfectly good explanation for all this," he told her.

Sure, sure. There's a great explanation, she had went from being a dried-up old crone who hadn't been laid in months to a cougar. She didn't know what to say to him so she kept her mouth shut.

Her silence was nerve-racking. Seth didn't know what to make of it. He may not have the experience level of some of his pack members but he knew a thing or two and she had enjoyed what they had done, he was sure of this. Just thinking about her climax made him hard and he wanted nothing more than to get back to the business at hand, which to him was them pleasuring each other until they couldn't move.

"Do you remember the tribe's legends?" he asked. At the feel of her nod, he continued, "Do you understand what you saw when you went outside at the reception?"

"I guess," she whispered. "You, Collin, Brady, and I assume my brother and some of the others all turn into wolves."

"Yeah, that's right. There are a total of nine of us but there's more to it than just that. There's something called imprinting. The best way to describe it would be as a reward for those of us that are born with the gene and phase…that's what we call it when we change. Imprinting is the way that the man finds his soul mate. It's like gravity, you feel a connection to them, and you want to be anything and everything that they'll ever need."

She squirmed a bit in his arms as she thought about what he was saying. So maybe this craziness did have a reason. He told her that he could explain it. Though it still didn't change their age difference, she had to know. It was killing her.

"Seth, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, anything."

"Umm, don't take this the wrong way…but…" she felt heat rushing to her cheeks as she blushed. "I think I understand what you're trying to say…that you imprinted on me. But…I think that it would just be better if we…shit…can we just be friends?"

Seth stiffened in bed. What the fuck? I finally meet my imprint and she wants to be friends? Taha Aki, kill me now. He didn't even know how he should respond to her and his wolf was pissed. He felt him trying to rise to the surface and he knew that he needed to get away from her before he did something stupid.

Removing his arm from behind her, he rolled out of bed and walked over to the chair and sat down. He wanted to cry. He felt the sting of rejection, his heart breaking into a million little pieces. He needed to get out of here.

The second that he moved from the bed, Rachel knew she had made a mistake. She could feel his turmoil and knew that she was the cause of it. Her life story, she once again had fucked things up. "Seth," she called. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it came out." She felt tears gathering in her eyes as he avoided looking at her.

He stood up and started towards the door. "I need to get out of here," he told her reaching for the door handle. She panicked and the tears started to fall. She ran over to him and swallowed the lump in her throat. "Please, don't go. I'm sorry. I need to explain it."

He turned to look at her and the hurt look in his eyes took her breath away. "Explain what," he snarled. "I get it, okay. There's nothing to explain. I'm going for a run and when I get back, I'll bring you home."

She latched onto his arms and pleaded with him, "Seth, just listen for just a moment and then if you don't want me after what I have to say, then you can go. Just please, listen."

"You think this has to do with me not wanting you?" he laughed caustically. "Believe me, Rachel; you have all the power here. I don't get a choice, you do. Just say what you need to say so I can leave."

"It's just…I don't want your mom or sister to be upset with me. You're younger than me and I don't want them to think that I'm corrupting you. I'm pretty sure that what we just did was illegal. I'm the chief's daughter and now I'm corrupting minors. I don't want to go to jail," she cried burying her face in her hands.

Seth laughed but this time, his laugh was that of pure joy. He removed her hands from her face and replaced them with his own. Looking in her eyes, he told her, "Rachel, you don't need to worry about that. I turned eighteen right after I graduated high school. For Spirit's sake, my older sister had your brother's baby when she was nineteen and he had just turned seventeen. I doubt that she would have anything to say about it at all. And my mom's an elder, she understands and it wouldn't matter what anyone in the tribe had to say."

"Oh," she said breathily. "So, I am freaking out for nothing?"