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I Will Always Love You Part I
June 2039
Day 1
Randy finally got his girl. He had just married Soledad Call in front of a rather large gathering in the forest just outside of La Push. The ceremony had been wonderfully romantic and very beautiful with natural decorations that provided vibrant splashes of complimentary colors from the abundant and very fragrant wildflowers with their delicate blossoms blooming everywhere, spotting the lush green backdrop created by the grassy clearing and bordering trees.
The whole pack was in attendance as were many of the vampire friends Soli had met during her travels through Europe with her family a few years ago. When I teared up Taylor pulled me close, cuddling me to his chest with a quiet chuckle whispering that he loved it when I got all sappy and sentimental, which of course only made me tear up worse.
The reception was in full swing now, having started immediately after the ceremony ended—Soli never was one to sit around idly when she could be living it up. That girl loved her parties and while I'm sure this one was a lot different from those she used to attend, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that there was nowhere she'd rather be than here with Randy Dru.
An area had been cleared to serve as a dance floor, under the shade of an enormous tent that had been loaned and erected by the Cullens present today, with the newlyweds at the center. They were engrossed in each other, passionately kissing and groping like a living art exhibit, acting as the centerpiece for this event, oblivious to the world around them and their audience of guests, but no one tried to interfere. They were happy, blissfully happy and it was a beautiful sight.
Other couples had begun filling the space around them, dancing as well, including Taylor and myself. It was euphoric to be held in his arms, gliding around the dance floor with an easy grace that was all him. He rarely let my strappy black, stiletto clad feet touch the floor, supporting and lifting me so they just skimmed the ground and I felt like I was floating or dancing on clouds. I was grateful because I knew without a doubt that my feet never would have held up without him considering we'd been out here since the music first began.
I was doubly grateful because I was so clumsy and should have known that it'd be a mistake to wear killer heels, killer because they were like have unbelievably painful, portable torture devices strapped to my feet and because there was a very good chance the vicious, devilish contraptions would make me trip and fall. That event wouldn't do me much harm, but there was a very distinct possibility that I'd end up taking someone else out with me.
I'd worn the shoes to try and look sexier, part of my attempt to seduce Taylor, hoping they'd make my legs look longer than they already did in my short, tight bandage dress, which was almost entirely a tangerine orange except for the top where a strip of saffron yellow covered my breast and a single shoulder. Luckily, I didn't have to worry much about balancing in my shoes. I could relax and depend on the protective embrace of my sexy charming love, Taylor, who looked sexier than ever in his charcoal dress shirt and black jacket with his hair in messy, windblown disarray, to keep me upright.
Time had lost all meaning and the din of the crowd had faded to a nearly nonexistent background hum. We weren't paying much attention to the eclectic playlist, courtesy of Randy as a way of catering to Soli's diverse taste in music. Tay and I just did our own thing, which involved a funky mix between ballroom dancing involving him spinning me around and around till I was so dizzy I would laughingly collapse against him. Then we would indulge in the high school version of slow dancing where we held each other close, pressed tightly together without an inch of space separating our bodies and we'd sway back and forth like the branches of a weeping willow lazily floating in the wind.
I was giddy, drunk on Tay as we clung to each other barely moving, our eyes locked with our foreheads resting against one another. I couldn't hear a single note of the song currently playing over my pounding heart and rushing blood roaring in my ears, but that hardly mattered for our style of dancing. The only thought I had beyond wanting to lose myself in his eyes, was to get out of here, find someplace private and really get lost in him.
"I love you," I sighed feeling dazed by the intensity of his gorgeous mahogany flecked eyes, framed with impossibly long dark lashes and he giggled, pulling me tighter against him so our bodies rubbed deliciously together.
"You're having fun then?" He asked knowingly when I suppressed a moan.
"Do you have to ask?" I questioned while trying to hide my giddy smile by burying my face in his neck and deeply inhaling his clean scent. We were going to have even more fun later… he just didn't know it yet, or at least I was really hoping things would go down that way. I didn't really have much of a plan, just a vague idea of something to try that I really hoped would make him more amiable to my suggestion.
"Just checking," he joked dropping a tender kiss on my temple just as the song ended and the soft lulling notes of an actual slow song filled the air.
From my position, I saw Amber sitting alone at one of the tables, her parents no longer with her as Jared was now dancing with Kim. She looked sad and troubled, perhaps even lost as she watched from the sidelines.
"You should dance with Amber. I know you're going to miss her and she looks lonely," I whispered so as not to draw unnecessary attention to her from anyone close enough to overhear me.
"Good idea. I meant to earlier, but lost track of time," he agreed glancing down at me with a glint in his eyes that made my breath catch; I really couldn't wait till we could get out of here.
I joined Mark and Levi where they were sitting with Eli and Ava after Taylor left and the second I got there Levi started teasing me, grinning and signing, 'when did you get so graceful?'
'Always have been,' I replied feigning an indignant attitude, stiffening my back to stand up straighter and turning my nose up a bit with a haughty look that was wholly unfamiliar to me.
'Prove it,' Mark cut in to dare me before Levi could continue with his skepticism, standing then offering me a hand, which I immediately accepted. I let him lead me to the dance area before pleading with him.
"Please, don't let me fall—I'd never hear the end of it." He laughed and assured me he wouldn't. He was broader and just plain bigger than Taylor and I immediately missed Tay's lean body and streamline movements. I fit safely into a niche that was carved just for me when I was in his arms and that couldn't be duplicated or fabricated anywhere else.
Mark studied me as we danced and I wondered if he could tell what I had semi-planned, which inadvertently made me wonder if he'd ever thought out Taylor seduction scenarios himself. I tried to steer away from that line of thinking, but unfortunately they were replaced with a subject I wished to avoid equally as much, but I was unable to do so. I think Mark could tell, though he didn't mention it, just smiled understandingly as I unintentionally remembered the first time I'd seen him after finding out about his and Tay's past relationship.
Tay and I had just arrived at Mark and Jordan's cabin for dinner. We had gotten our tattoos the night before and we were meeting my parents and Levi here for dinner, but the others hadn't arrived yet and Eli was over at Phil's with Ava so it was just the four of us. When this registered, I looked at Mark then blushed scarlet and dropped my eyes to the floor. He and Tay and been talking, but their conversation ceased immediately. The room remained silent for a moment before Mark sighed gravely.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked seriously and my eyes shot up to meet his in surprise. I wonder if Tay told him he planned to tell me last night or if I was just that obvious.
"No!" I exclaimed, instantly contrite because I wasn't and I hadn't meant to make him think that, I was just a little embarrassed knowing what I did. "Sorry, I…" I floundered, trailing off because I didn't know what to say.
"Do you have any questions you want me to answer?" He asked and I winced. Though he didn't voice it, I knew implicitly that this was a one time offer. I already knew all I needed to and though I did in fact have a few other questions, I recognized that the answers were irrelevant. Plus, I didn't exactly feel comfortable asking them in front of Taylor and Jordan, it seemed like I would be needlessly stirring up cold cinders from an already doused fire.
"No, I think I'm good."
"Melody," Mark began and I braced myself for whatever it was he intended to say, feeling the significance and weight to his words, "you know that it was a long time ago, right? Anything… romantic, between us ended then. There's nothing lingering or unresolved that you should be concerned about. I am only in love with Jordan just as Taylor is only in love with you."
"Yeah, I know," I said glancing at Taylor where he was staring fixedly at me, his love clear to see.
"Good," Mark said with an air of finality and just like that everything was back to normal.
"May I cut in?" Taylor requested smoothly from behind Mark while tapping him on the shoulder like I'd seen gentlemen do in period movies, his voice bringing me back to the present.
"You may," Mark graciously allowed, acting in the same manner Taylor had been by stepping aside and bowing deeply at the waist with his hand extended towards me as if presenting me to Tay at a royal court. "I was just standing in until you returned to collect the lady." The entire transition was so completely formal that I couldn't resist laughing boisterously at them.
I saw Mark wink at me from over Tay's shoulder as he swept me into his arms and spun us away in wild looping circles that sent people scattering as we blazed an erratic path around the dance floor. I clung to him, trying and failing to catch my breath through my laughter. He stopped after a minute, having successfully broken apart the newlyweds so Annabelle finally got a chance to dance with her best friend Randy, who she had immediately launched herself at.
"Didn't Amber want to dance?" He'd only been gone a few minutes, not even the length of two full songs, though the second had come to a close sometime during our escapades.
"No, said she wasn't feeling up to my kind of dancing today then sent me back to you," he said knitting his brow, his thoughts obviously troubled as he glanced at the table where Amber was once again seated alone, Jared and Kim getting stopped while on their way back by Embry and Leticia, who were back for their daughter's wedding. His face told me that he was more concerned than usual, but also that he was at a loss on how to help.
"Amber's tough. You know she'll pull through this alright, don't you," I asked trying to sooth his worry and disperse his fears. Also to convince him things would work out, because if there was anyone strong enough to handle this, it was surely Amber Wahalla.
"She shouldn't have to and if she does, she shouldn't have to move so far away to do it," he pouted poking out his puffy bottom lip slightly. He looked utterly adorable and I wanted to taste it so badly, but he needed help dealing with this right now so I forced myself to focus and pay attention in order to point out his flawed logic and help him see the situation reasonably.
He rarely let his emotions control his thinking; he was far too level headed for that. I think he was now because it hurt him that he'd tried to be here for Amber all these years and it hadn't mattered, as soon as things got really bad she ran to Ethan for help instead. He'd never admit that he felt like a failure for not being able to help, but I knew it was making him search for any excuse he could today to prove that he was just as capable of helping her.
"But she does. You can't always fix things or fight her battles for her, you've done all you can for her and you should be happy that she seems to be on the right track, that she's making progress and moving forward with her life."
"That's the problem, I'm not so sure that she is," he muttered gravely, looking back over at Amber again and sighing deeply.
"What do you mean? Did she say something?" I prodded searching his apprehensive eyes, wondering if anything more than not feeling like dancing had been said to trigger his increased alarm or if it was just simply a feeling he'd gotten from her. Maybe this really was about more than I'd previously assumed.
"Not really. She was pretty distant, I couldn't get a good read on her," he admitted wearily, unconsciously gripping me tighter and I leaned into him, silently offering him my support and understanding. "She's excited yet completely miserable here, which are both pretty understandable, but there's this weird vibe I kept getting off her and it gives me the feeling that there's something more to what's going on with her than the obvious… and I didn't—I was afraid to say the wrong thing, make it worse, you know?"
"Yeah, I get it. Want me to give it a try, see if she'll talk to me?" I asked figuring it'd be polite to at least give him the appearance of having some input on the decision, though I was planning to regardless of his answer because now he had me just as worried and because I selfishly didn't want either of us dwelling on Amber later tonight.
"Maybe you'll have better luck," he said nodding and running a hand through his dark shaggy hair making pieces stick out chaotically. I was relieved that he wanted me to. We never fought, but I didn't want to go against him today, not when that would spoil the mood and ruin what I had in mind for us to do in a little while. I kissed him briefly and offered a reassuring smile before heading off to speak with Amber, who looked like she could use the company anyways.
I collapsed heavily into the inviting chair beside her at the otherwise vacant table, releasing an exaggerated sigh of relief immediately followed by a painful groan when I suddenly noticed my aching feet. She glanced at me, softly chuckling and shaking her head a bit, privately amused by my dramatics.
It was a great relief to see her smile, though that only lasted a moment before it hit me how much I was going to hate not being able to see it for a long time after this. I didn't give her a chance to speak before swiftly grabbing her and yanking her into a tight hug fiercely saying, "I am going to miss you so much."
"I'll really miss you too," Amber responded with a sad smile as her eyes started to tear up once I'd released her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make this harder for you… don't cry, Amber," I begged hugging her again and though I knew I probably shouldn't, I asked, "are you sure you want to leave?" If she was even slightly unsure about going then I'd beg her to stay, if she just wanted help moving on, we could give it to her if she'd rather not move… though I do think she's right about going. It probably will be easier to do there, plus she will have Ethan and Elena and I know she'll enjoy spending time with them.
"Its fine, you're fine. You didn't make it harder and I do want to go, this," she paused to smile reassuringly and gesture to her leaking eyes, "is just a combination of things—being back, not knowing when I will be again, knowing who and what I'll miss, other… stuff." That made sense; it had to be hard seeing her best friend get her happy ending while being alone herself. It made me grateful that Solace didn't stay for the reception. It also didn't escape my notice that he hadn't even acknowledged Amber while he had been around. I'm not sure what Taylor had been talking about, but I didn't sense anything from Amber beyond that.
"How ya holding up? Earlier must have been hard…" I regretted adding the last part the second I'd said it, like rubbing her nose in the fact Solace had picked someone else and that this morning it appeared he hadn't had any trouble moving on, but she just gave me a small smiled.
"I'm alright, could do with a distraction… how are things going with my brother?" She asked laughing a little and I grinned thinking about him.
"He's perfect and things… are the same as ever…" I trailed off with an exasperated sigh. We'd gotten our infinity tattoos just over three months ago and we still hadn't had sex. The time had flown by. We'd both been so happy that I actually hadn't noticed till just recently, but since I had I wanted to—immediately.
"Still no progress? I thought for sure you guys were already having sex, I even remember Annie saying something about it once," Amber remarked in disbelieving surprise.
"You and everybody else, but unfortunately no… we're not. However, I have a plan or at least a partial one."
"Well, let's hear it," she said chuckling and I whispered it to her, not wanting those present with supernatural hearing to pick up what I was saying. "Yeah, that should just about do it. You'll be impossible to resist."
"You really think so?"
"I'd say it's a safe bet, he's a sure thing," she said looking across the dance floor to where Taylor had just called out for me and I felt myself shift forward to the edge of the chair like his voice was tugging me towards him. "Get outta here, go have fun and I'll see you tomorrow," she urged and before she'd finished talking I was up and headed off, but I shot a look at her when she added, "don't forget protection!" She must have forgotten I don't need it. I just shook my head and didn't bother correcting her, too eager to reach Tay.
"I missed you," he announced pulling me in for a kiss, but I was giggling too much at his silliness and he ended up kissing more of my chin than my lips.
"I was only gone a few minutes and it was just across the room," I reasonably pointed out making him smile brightly.
"I know, but that was a few minutes too long and too far away. You belong here, in my arms," he explained sweetly making my heart skip a beat, which made him grin knowingly. "How's Amber?"
"She's fine, promise," I said reassuringly and he nodded, sighing in relief and quickly kissing me again in thanks. "You know, I doubt anyone would miss us if we left early," I whispered suggestively.
"You don't want to stay," he asked playing dumb, but the gleam in his eye and the fact that he was already inching us away from the others gave him away.
"I can think of something better we could be doing…" I trailed off sliding my fingertips down the hard planes of his chiseled abs and lower over his already semi-hard erection, which my touch seemed to bring alive till it was visibly straining against his pants and he hissed.
"I'm sure you can," he remarked darkly as he grabbed hold of my hand pulling me along behind him and like that we were gone without a single glance back at what we were leaving behind.
When we got back to his house I kicked off my heels by the front door then followed him into the bedroom where he was removing his jacket to hang up. Before he got a chance to, I pushed him down on the low bed where he landed on his back with a breathy, "oomph," as the air was expelled from his lungs, hindering him from moving just as I'd hoped.
I took advantage of his immobilization, immediately pulling my dress off over my head and climbing on top of him, straddling his hips and his eyes automatically locked on mine as I ground against his thick erection. I paused briefly, giving him time to see me fully and watched his eyes widen dramatically once he saw that I had been naked beneath my dress. His eyes were riveted to me as though he'd never seen my exposed body before and I felt the grip of his hands on my hips tighten noticeably while I privately celebrated, thrilled to have so thoroughly captured his interest.
A second later I bent, kissing him roughly and forcing my tongue into the sweet cavern of his mouth. He responded instantly, sucking it further between his lips and bringing his own tongue into play while his hips bucked up, gyrating against my unclothed sex. I could easily feel the heated radiating from his scorching member, though his thin pants till the tingling warmth reached my core and we were both panting and moaning.
"Ohhh," I gasped when one of his big warm hands reached up to cup my breast, catching my puckered nipple between his thumb and finger, pinching it gently, making desire flare to life in the pit of my stomach, intense and uncontrollable. I shivered as a spider web of pleasure spread through me, originating at my center, its intricate web racing outward to deliver the sensations throughout my body.
I grabbed the edges of his shirt. Slipping my fingers under the light cotton fabric in the open space between two buttons, I ripped it open sending the little black disks flying as they were rent from it because I was in too much of a hurry to waste time popping each one through its securing hole. Dropping the frayed edges of his now ruined shirt, I raked my nails down his chest and abs, just hard enough that he released a hissing, "ssssssssss," through his clenched teeth as his back bowed.
"Mmmm," I moaned into Tay's mouth when his hands inched down to squeeze my butt, insistently grinding his hardness up against me and I could tell he wanted more. I marveled at how the friction made me quiver and my toes curl exquisitely. I reached between us to unbutton his pants, releasing him from their confining fabric and he instantly sprang free. I pulled back from our heated kiss to sit up and shift lower, which allowed me to wrap my hand around his stiff shaft and stroke him firmly.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He panted in a mix of desire and amusement, though his arousal won out as his dilated eyes, lust turning them to endless pools of inky darkness, ran over my naked body sitting enticingly astride him.
"No, I'm trying to have sex with you," I informed him bluntly and his eyes shot to mine, assessing if I was serious or not and I gave him an extra squeeze and sharp tug that evidently made him decide I was.
"Oh, well in that case," he said yanking me back down to kiss him again with renewed vigor, sucking my lower lip between his and catching it with his teeth to nibble at it lightly.
"Figured you wouldn't mind," I mumbled against his mouth, though the words were pretty much impossible to make out around our frenzied kiss and I hadn't really been sure of his response at all and honestly I couldn't believe how perfectly this was all working out.
"Wait!" Taylor cried out pulling away to look at me seriously, "you sure about this?"
"Yes!" I cried out desperately then realized maybe he didn't want to and that's why he stopped us, so I released my grip on him and sat fully upright before reluctantly asking, "don't you want to?"
"Of course, but you're not even sixteen yet," he said slowly, as if he didn't quite believe what he was saying himself and like my age held a great deal of significance which made me want to groan in frustration. Why was sixteen such a magic number? Neither of my parents made it to sixteen before they had sex, Taylor could barely claim fourteen and Devlin hadn't even made it to thirteen, though he'd been just shy of it and fully mature physically just as I was and had been for years now.
"I will be in a few weeks," I tried to argue, fervently hoping this wasn't going to be an issue because I didn't want to wait any longer.
"Or a few months," he corrected with a giggle that made me roll my eyes and sigh in exasperation as I crossed my arms over my chest. He immediately pulled them back down with a smirk, "don't hide those, I was enjoying the view." I laughed with him, all of my previous frustration evaporating away, that had kind of been the point of me being naked after all.
"Taylor," I started seriously after our laughter faded, studying him intently. "Are you going to see me any differently once I am sixteen or are you going to love me more then than you do now?"
"No," he answered truthfully and without hesitation.
His response let me know that we were finally on the same page and that this was really about to happen, but still I had to ask. "Then what's the problem?"
"No problem, just thought I should put up a token protest… don't want you to think I'm easy or in case your dad ever asks," he answered slyly as his hands sliding up my torso until they reached my breasts and he slid his palms over my stiff, pointed nipples making them even harder and I shuttered, pressing myself more firmly into his hands.
"Right, I think you're just scared you won't be able to keep up with me," I taunted bending down to nip at the tender spot at the base of his neck, sucking on his rapidly increasing pulse. "Now that it's been so long and you're so old and all," I added daringly because he was turning thirty soon and I knew he felt like that was significant somehow, though I was still mystified by why.
"Why don't we put that to the test," he came back breathlessly and I chuckled as I began a descent down his body, trailing open mouthed kisses and nips along the way.
"Oh I intend to," I paused to whisper before tugging his pants off, planning to fully enjoy testing his stamina as I crouched on the edge of the bed between his parted russet legs.
I resumed my firm stroking grip on the base of his shaft and immediately dropped to engulf the rest of him deeply into the wet warmth of my mouth, swirling my tongue along the ridges of his shaft. He was almost sweet and I licked him like a yummy lollie, swiping my tongue across his tip as I bobbed, enjoying how that made him moan and twitch.
"Ahhh," he moaned in pleasure, bucking slightly when I touched an extra sensitive spot, his hands leaving the bedding he'd had them wrapped tightly around by his hips and coming up to tread in my hair. I used my other hand to cup his sack and gently massage, feeling how it tightened in the palm of my hand just before he spoke.
"Mel, I'm close," he said unnecessarily. I could always tell and I savored it, loving how I made him come undone. I had barely finished the thought when he erupted in my mouth, several hot spurts that hit the back of my throat and had a salty sweet taste like chocolate covered pretzels and I immediately swallowed it all.
I licked my lips once I'd released him, not doing so till he began to soften then grinned up at him. He chuckled, sitting up to remove his torn shirt and pull me forward for a heated kiss, his silky lips molding to my lips as his tongue poked into my mouth to play with mine.
He rolled on top of me, running his hand up my inner thigh and trailing a finger back and forth along my slick folds. Rotating his hand, I felt his thumb come to rest directly on my most sensitive spot. He flicked his nail across it and I gasped, arching into his hand and moaning when he brought his thumb up to cover it, pressing down and rubbing in tight, quick circles.
"Aaa, aaa, aaa." I couldn't inhale; I tried three failed attempts before I felt the orgasm seize my body, overtaking me with a shocking swiftness, my muscles tightening the moment it passed, locking me in place. Just knowing what would soon be happening had my body on edge like a guitar string wound too tight so a single plucking snapped it.
Not giving me a second to come down from the high he'd worked me into, he bent, sucking one of my darkened nipples between his puffy lips while plunging two fingers into my wet core and pumping. The sound of my panting, gasping cries of pleasure filled the room loudly as Taylor worshipped my body, keeping me in a constant state of ecstasy.
The tip of his hot moist tongue traced the puckered peak before he caught it with his teeth, biting just enough to bring me over the edge again as I found my release, thrashing wildly beneath him and bucking into his hand, the heel of which rubbing my mound while his fingers bent to pressed directly against the most sensitive area inside me. My vision clouded and for a second I think I blacked out.
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