rOtTeN aPpLeS

"What—"

"Grab him,"

"Wait!" I cried when Dean and Austin stepped towards me, both men paused briefly. "What the fuck is going on?"

Patrick merely jerked his head and the guys proceeded to grab my arms and force me onto my knees. "Good work Sam," He said circling me. "You won't regret your decision brother,"

"I already do," Sam mumbled, staring at me with a look that could only be described as pity.

"You—you can't!" I said completely shocked. "How could you do this to me?"

"How could you do this to us?" Sam barked.

"It wasn't my choice I love—" the words died when pain exploded to the side of my face and my cheek split open when my teeth cut into them. Before I could recuperate there was another swift punch to my gut that left me doubled over and heaving wildly.

"What the fuck Carmen?" Patrick asked, although he doesn't hide the amusement in his voice.

"I can't stand to hear him talk about his leech" Carmen said cupping his bruised knuckles.

"Was all that necessary?" Quil demanded.

Carmen shrugged indifferently. "It was the only way to get him to shut up."

"Touch him again and I'll break your other knuckles," Paul threatened.

"Sam….." Seth nervously spoke up. "I think we should reconsider—"

"Too late for that," Austin cut in. "All of us voted and agreed,"

"Think about what Emily would say," Leah begged.

"It was her idea," Sam replied. "We have families to worry about and we cannot jeopardize that for anything,"

All their voices sounded like they were miles away.

I groaned, the blow to the head left me dazed, sprawled out pathetically on the floor clutching my stomach. Suddenly I felt a rough hand twist in my hair, jerking my head upwards. "I told you," Patrick whispered hotly in my ear. "That you would be on your knees and look here you are," He chuckled deeply. "Tonight I will split you open with my cock,"

"You'll do no such thing," Sam growled.

"What?" He asked, releasing me. "We had a deal—"

"That you would invoke the right," Sam countered. "I said nothing about you taking Jacob against his will."

"Wait," Shane said looking confused. "There is only one way to invoke the right,"

"Clearly you haven't read any of our legends," Leah said. "There are three ways to invoke the right the last way is physically,"

"No there is only one way," Arthur chimed in.

"Our legend says differently," Sam answered. "Patrick will invoke the right emotionally and I will spiritually,"

"What the fuck?" Patrick barked, like the rest of his pack, he was completely confounded. "This isn't up for debate. The goal was to make Jacob feel more a part of this pack. You can't do a half ass job of invoking the right and expect the same results."

"Jacob will be tied to us regardless, invoking the right only ensures that," Sam said calmly.

"Bullshit," Patrick seethed. "This isn't a game we have to do everything within our power to make sure the vampires have no possibility of gaining control over him."

"Sam," Shane spoke. "Listen to us, okay the legends were very specific about doing all three and it doesn't make sense to do it halfway. Who knows what could happen during the ceremony your body might betray you—"

"My decision is final,"

"We had a deal!" Patrick fumed, and I could almost see the smoke coming out of his ears.

"That you would invoked the right spiritually and emotionally, not physically!"

"He will not fully belong to me if I do that," Patrick reasoned. "We have to go all the way,"

Sam scoffed. "You must be out of your mind if you think I am going to let you forcefully mount him,"

"You made a deal and now you're trying to back out of it, coward!"

"This isn't getting us anywhere," Leah intervened between the two men who towered over her. "We should just do what we originally planned and be done with it."

I stood unsteadily, trying to process exactly what was going on. They were all in a defensive position, nothing new there but it felt all wrong. "W-what about what I want?" I asked shakily. "I don't want to be a submissive I didn't ask for this….I won't do it—"

"See how quickly he is willing to turn on us?" Patrick cuts in, demanding an answer from the rest of the pack members. "This leech lover is not to be trusted. We must be thorough when we invoke the right or else he will side with the cold ones!"

I must be in a dream.

That's it.

The only way to explain this fucking insanity, would have to be that I was clearly in some horrible nightmare where my so-called friends and family fought over whether they should rape me or not. Licking my lips I tasted blood and fought down a wave of nausea. If it was happening to anyone else I might found it kind of sad, depressing even but it's my own goddamn life. "This is crazy," I muttered. "This is really fucking crazy. There is no threat! The vampires haven't done anything! What are we getting so worked up over? The possibility of an attack?"

"Now that you've bonded with the leech and he has deceived you to the point where you cannot recognize us, we have no choice," said Carmen. "Our lives are at stake and if you refuse to believe that the vampires are a threat then we have even bigger problems."

"Whatever," I huffed. "Think whatever you want. I'm getting the fuck out of here," I stepped forward and was immediately blocked by several pack members.

"No, you aren't going anywhere," Patrick leered. "Not until the ceremony is complete."

"Sam," I reproached, looking to him for help but he simply turned his head away. "Please, I—I am your brother…..How could you take my free will away from me?"

"It's nothing personal sweet cheeks," Carmen mocked, then folded his arms and leaned against the wall. "Just business, although for Patrick it might be more for pleasure,"

"Don't you get it? You are the key to our very existence. If the vampires ever got a hold of you or tried to bond with you we'd all be royally fucked. We've all got families, hell I've got kids I need to think about even your own sister is getting engaged to Paul that makes her and all of our offspring a liability," Austin spoke evenly. "We can't just let you do whatever the hell you feel like because you are in love. Those monsters won't hesitate to kill us all."

"I would never let Edward—"

"He broke you," Dean interrupted. "That's what they do and that's what he did when he kidnapped you, he broke you and made you believe that it was love when it wasn't."

"Because what all of you are doing is so much better," I ridiculed.

"We are trying to save you from yourself," said Quil. "This wasn't an easy decision but we all care about you and what you're doing with Edward isn't healthy."

"Care?" I repeated, icily. "You don't give a damn about me, not since I came out and not even now. If you cared you wouldn't be considering this, it wouldn't even be an option—"

"In case you didn't notice we don't give a fuck that you're gay," Patrick responded, "I'm gay, but I'm also a leader and I put who I love first. This isn't up for debate and if I had things my way I wouldn't have given you the courtesy of letting you know this was a claiming ceremony you'd be on your knees right now getting pounded—"

"Spare us the details," Leah sighed.

"The sun has gone down," Jared commented, "It's time."

Blind panic raced through me as I walked backwards, until I bumped into the wall on the opposite side of the room. It took me several moments to realize that Quil Sr's house had been completely cleared, all the furniture removed from the room, leaving it bare except a small rug and a few supplies on a coffee table. They must have been planning this for weeks, probably right after the incident with Edward in the field. I swallowed thickly, wishing that there was some way I could communicate with Edward or that he could somehow sense my emotions and come get me. There was no way I could fight them off and the bitterness of that realization left me feeling hopeless. A part of me wanted to plead and fucking beg for my life but the adamant face they all wore was enough to deter those thoughts. It was either fight or…..what? Get horribly beaten by the pack?

Those weren't very good options.

Everything seemed to be settled for me when Seth stepped forward, holding a parchment paper scroll in his hands and a small ceramic bowl. He gave a swift nod to Arthur who pulled a small vial of yellow liquid out of his pocket. "What the hell is that?"

"It's called Ashwagandha root," Arthur replied, dangling the vial. "It's found in India, but this is a high dosage. Don't worry it's perfectly safe, it works as a sedative so you'll be conscious but you won't be able to feel a thing."

Betrayal shot through my core, after everything they'd taken from me, using my house as their own fucking den and making me feel inferior, I honestly didn't know why it hurt so much. Considering all the shame and disgrace I had to go through to finally find someone who loved me and was willing to give me everything, they wanted to take it all away. Biting my lower lip I suppressed tears. "Please," I said my voice strained with emotion. "I—I've only been with Edward and I love him…..I don't want to be bound to anyone else."

Sam's face softened and he marched forward placing two hands on my shoulders. "I promise you this Jacob Black; nobody and I mean nobody is going to force themselves on you against your will. The claiming ceremony will be spiritually and emotionally only," he vowed fiercely. "Relax, I won't let anyone hurt you I swear on my life."

Those words should have left me feeling relaxed, but instead it filled me with dread. They just didn't understand that if Edward even thought that I had slept with anyone else, he would fucking kill me. Even bonding with the pack was something that he hated and fought against every time I mentioned coming home.

You are mine.

Despite all of that I loved Edward, why would I want to be emotionally or physically claimed by someone else? The whole idea was bat-shit crazy to me. Our relationship was completely loving and just as consensual as theirs, regardless of what they might think. "What makes all of your relationships more important than mine? What makes your life more valuable than mine? I just told you Edward won't do anything and he wants nothing to do with any of you."

"That's beside the point," Sam said frustrated. "If he does the claiming ceremony then we won't have a choice, you are our only weakness and if he manages to get through to you we will be at a disadvantage."

"Are you thick or just fucking dense? Edward loves me and he wouldn't hurt anyone!"

"What happens when he gets bored of you?" Sam argued. "This is our lives we are talking about, if the leech grows restless then what? Are we supposed to sit around and wait for him to decide whether or not killing us is worth his time?"

"What about the Treaty? He won't break the Treaty—"

Sam scoffed. "He's proven the treaty doesn't mean shit to him when he broke it to feed from you. Face it Jacob, he does whatever the hell he wants to do and not even Carlisle or his wife can stop him. My throat went dry at the mention of Edward's wife. "How do you know about—"

"Everybody knows about Charlie's daughter and her fixation with vampires."

Charlie's daughter?

"Look," Patrick said intolerantly. "I hate to break up this little heart to heart but it's getting late and we need to get started soon."

"I promise you, nothing will happen that is going to make you uncomfortable and nobody is going to force themselves onto you," Sam said. "Let's get started," He walked towards the middle of the floor and kneeled down, taking the ceramic bowl from Seth and placing them beside me. Pulling out a dagger he laid it down and then began looking over an ancient scroll. "It is said that these words we were written by the very first Spirit warrior, the great Kaheleha. The rumor goes that after the nearby tribes Hohs and Makahs made treaties with the Quileutes that it should be passed down from generation to generation through the scrolls. The language is very old and since I am half Quileute I need Patrick to assist with reading the rest." Sam said staring down at the parchment paper scroll. "Since a typical claiming ceremony requires one Alpha we have decided that since nobody is physically invoking the right we can split it, Patrick will be bonded to you spiritually and I emotionally," Sam continued. "I know what you might think, however I am not gay nor will I ever be, so the likelihood of me manipulating your emotions is very slim, also I have an imprint. If we do this, we do it the right way and make sure we are cautious in all aspects. Patrick," He glanced up at him. "I have your word that no matter what happens, no matter how you feel or what your body is telling you to do you will not bond with Jacob physically."

Patrick stepped forward, his eyebrows drawn into a hard line. "You have my word as an Alpha of the Makahs,"

"Alright," Sam said, beckoning Shane over to him. "How do we start?"

"First, we begin with the ceremonial circle, everyone will join hands and create one" Shane replied, picking up the scroll and reading it over. "It's not normally used, but since we have two pack's we want the bond to be as strong as possible. It says here that once the circle is made it cannot be broken until the ceremony is complete,"

"That sounds simple enough," Paul offered.

"After Jacob takes the Ashwagandha root he will be entirely incapacitated, the submissive is supposed to be at the mercy of his dominant. You guys will need to be careful, the scent of Lavender will drive you crazy with lust but I think that's something you both can handle."

"Trust me, I have no desire to be intimate with Jacob," Sam responded. "I'm sure Patrick has enough self-restraint,"

"Yes, yes, let's get on with it," Patrick said hastily.

Arthur produced the vial filled with the yellow substance before handing it over to me. They all watched, waiting for my reaction and I stubbornly crossed my arms over my chest. "How will my life change once I'm done this dog and pony show? Will I still have a regular life or will I have to follow both of you around like some lost puppy dog?"

"Let me see….blah, blah, blah, okay umm, here in the scrolls it says that you will have a normal life…..however, you will be more connected to the pack and start giving off a new scent that only the pack can detect. It turns out that the part about you giving all unmated wolves physical release is actually a myth….so I guess you're off the hook with that one…... initially you will be the source of our power, kind of like you are now, but this time it will be more intense….uh, I think that's it," Shane explained, looking up from the scroll.

"So…what you're saying is that I will still be able to live my life?"

"Basically," Shane grinned. "You'll just have a deeper connection with us, our strength will increase and you'll get a cool new scent, but beyond that you'll still be Jacob Black. Plus, I think the link to our minds will become open so whenever we are in wolf form you will be able to hear our thoughts."

"And I can still be with Edward…." I asked cautiously.

"Being spiritually and emotionally bonded to us should not affect your relationship with Edward," Patrick hissed.

"Alright…." I mumbled staring down at the vile Arthur was still holding out for me. In this situation the pros definitely out waited the cons and I could tell that they honestly didn't have any intentions to hurt me. There was a nagging feeling in my stomach, warning me not to take it. Looking to Sam for help he gave me an encouraging smile and I sighed deeply.

I guess I could try it.

What's the worst that could happen anyway?

Finally, after several moments of stalling I relented and drowned the contents in the vial. It tasted like shit but I swallowed all of it and lay down on the ground exactly where Sam instructed me to do so. Peeking up at the two men crouched in front of me I shifted but the floor was hardly comfortable and I figured they'd be more annoyed if I asked for a pillow or something. Sam materialized over me with a gentle smile and he patted my arm affectionately hoping to soothe my nerves. "You'll be fine."

With all the supernatural energy swirling around us somehow I doubted that.

The drug has spread.

I feel what little strength I have left finally drain from my body, slipping slowly away as the muscles become lax and inoperable. As I lay on my back, limbs numb and face sodden with sweat and fear I want desperately to hate them all. Whimpering, softly I finally allow the heavy tears to roll down my cheeks, when the fury has cleared and there is nothing left but me drowning in my emotions; I feel as if I am suffocating. It's strange, how I find myself disoriented and dizzy, staring up at the canopy on the wall, feeling the vibrations in the air. Everything is heightened, every touch, every sound and if I listen closely enough I can hear the wind whistling, the waves crashing and all my dreams and freewill seeping through the cracks on the floor boards.

"Twin spirits, one man and one wolf unite under the full moon. We offer onto you the blood of the submissive," Sam's brow knitted together as he concentrated on reading the words on the parchment paper scroll that was so brittle it looked like it could break at any moment. The rest stood around in a ceremonial circle with us in the center, they all hold hands, bracing themselves for what's coming next.

"Great wolf, God of the Lunar Light and of the mysteries," Patrick continued reading the words that Sam had passed to him from the scroll. Then taking the large dagger into his hand he cut a long diagonal line from his right wrist to his forearm. For a moment he struggled, his face twisting in pain and discomfort as the blade sliced through tender flesh. The wound opened up and bleed profusely, the pack watched on in amazement as he managed to get it into the ceramic bowel before it started to close. Once he was finished he nodded to Sam who took the scroll from him and began to pick up where he left off.

"Great Wolf Goddess of the mystic night and Mistress of the Seas," Sam chanted, then taking the same dagger and mimicking Patrick but instead cutting his left arm. "Within this place of candles bright and with your mirror nigh; we take our blood of two Alpha born males and join them with the submissive."

Vaguely, do I know the desires of the wolf but in their eyes I can see it, the suppressed beast warring within. Sam has practice pushing it down deep down, down, down, where nobody can see it but Patrick isn't as skillful. His hand twitches, as if he can't decide whether to touch or claw his way under my skin. The anxiety covering his face is enough to be alarming if anyone noticed. With the pack preoccupied keeping the circle steady and Sam busy trying to control the bleeding from his arm which doesn't seem to stop, they all don't see him start to transform. The long cut on Patrick's arm is completely healed leaving a pink faded residual scar.
"Protect us against the cold creatures of the night and I hereby bond the soul of the submissive to us! Release all ill vibrations to fly!" They both said in unison and then took turns drinking the blood from the ceramic bowl. Since I am unable to sit up or move Sam delicately places the blood under my chin, lifting my head up and allowing some drops to slip past my lips into my mouth.

It taste metallic and bitter and I hate it. If I could talk, I'd tell them all to go fuck themselves but instead I lay there uselessly watching the madness unfold.

By this time Sam's entire arm is gushing blood, it flows like a river and he grunts in frustration and concern because wolves don't bleed, they have fast healing abilities. The sedative they gave me. makes me numb to all feeling but the sounds I can't seem to escape. It's all a blur, Patrick starts howling, he braces his hands and knees on the wooden floor as he throws his head back allowing the musical call to burst through his vocal chords. It's ugly at first when the noise then begins to contort into a monstrous plead and the howl turns into screams of agony. Whipping his head around viciously Patrick starts foaming at the mouth, his eyes roll back into his head demonically as he continues to wail.

Sam is pale, the blood is now soaking his clothing and he is feebly trying to call out to Patrick, but he is unreachable, inhuman. and I flinch when glowing bright yellow eyes are fixated on me. I watched in horror as both of his hands stretch and lengthen unnaturally. Bones break and twist until they became claws. The flesh on his face is torn open and his jaw shifted to accommodate the growth of canines that grew razor sharp and jagged. The link between our minds is opened and I can hear him loud and clear.

Want him, need him. Going to be mine tonight, all mine. Tear the skin, see what's underneath.

The beast shoved Sam roughly and he slammed into Seth and Embry who broke their joint hands to help brace his fall. The minute Sam was push out of the circle a barricade went up, preventing him for coming back. Time slowed as I watched a panic stricken Sam bound violently on the invisible barrier while the rest of the pack was force to maintain joint hands to keep the claiming ceremony going.

Patrick loomed over me, salivating and looking more animal than human with fur sprouting from his pointed ears. With one long nail he started to drag it down the front part of my shirt, it sliced through the fabric easily and he smiled when it started to fall away, exposing my skin underneath.

Now we can really get started.

Patrick is ravenous.

Clawing brutally at the floor boards, impatiently, as if they were the sole purpose of his displeasure. Carelessly he knocks over the ceramic bowl and what I thought was blood spills onto the ground, only to realize that whatever was in that bowl had turn into a thick black substance. While he was distracted, the pack tried in a futile effort to break the barrier causing their hands quake. Once Patrick is satisfied, roughly tearing at the floor he shuffles over to me, looking worse than he did before. He huffs and his long snout is pushed into the juncture between my shoulder blades, as he inhales deeply before pulling back. The restlessness in his eyes makes me feel like he's waiting for something, like we are both suspended in time until the mystic wolf goddess has finally granted him permission to bond us physically.

In my soul I felt a deep connection to him and Sam.

It was something I couldn't fully explain, almost like a tether had been bound from me to them. Their emotions were wild, running rampant through an open plain, while mine was inundated by fear and anxiety. Sam had promised, he swore nothing would happen to me but I guess in all things supernatural he didn't really have a choice. My body was completely numb, the only thing I could feel were the tears falling endlessly from my eyes as a monster raged above me. Choking out a sob, I didn't bother holding back any longer because this was it, Patrick would finally get what he wanted and even if he was no longer human that somehow made everything worse.

Sniffing and bucking his head from side to side, Patrick gave a throaty moan. The air filled with a pungent smell of Lavender. The vulnerability in Patrick's blazing yellow eyes disarmed me for a moment, and he slowly reached down, using the soft padding of his thumbs and pushed back my drenched hair and began to strip off my clothing. Sam was shoving his entire body against the outside of the barrier but it was no use, not until the ceremony is completed and for now he was stuck watching the scene play out. Twisting my head from side to side I feel so hot, the heat is engulfing my body and my veins pulsate as their blood starts to work through my core.

I abandoned reason, all vows previously made and of course my never ending love for Edward. At first it felt foreign, his hands on me and instead of a wolf I saw a man—Patrick, who regressed as quickly as he transformed into the man he was before. The claws retreated into rough hands, fur thin back into fine invisible hairs and the canines shrunk into regular human teeth. The eyes however stayed the same, glowing yellow and luminous in the dark. Heat intensified once he began to touch, explore with an eager appetite that set my skin prickling with desire.

I closed my eyes and allowed it all to happen.

Firm lips press upon mine, they're persistent and hard before teasing and exploring the insides of my mouth. I succumb to his unshaven cheeks, the bristles of hair that sweep across my mouth and his entire body covering mine, the weight felt like a feather. It's so very different from Edward, the heat in contrast to his coldness. Patrick was very graceful, he moved like a swan on a lake, and in each movement he ignited a need so deep I almost demanded him to fulfill it. The hardness of his teeth, clicking against mine and his tongue darting expertly in and out of my mouth had me nearly convulsing in joy.

"Physically," He whispered as if it were for my ears only. "Do I bond myself to thee, the Alpha to the submissive and vow that I will protect you from all dangers of the night, henceforth from this day you shall forever be mine. Great Wolf Goddess of the mystic night and Mistress of the Seas we are one. "

Liquid warmth flooded my body and Patrick seemed to glow from a light unseen by me. In the background I could faintly hear Sam shouting, screaming No as he thrashed against the barrier and in my deep sub-consciousness I wondered how Patrick knew the words without reading the scroll. It all became muddled when he started pulling off my pants, exposing my tender body parts for everyone to see and then doing the same with his own clothes. His thick arms surrounded my body, cradling my head as he continued to place tiny, delicate kisses along my neck. Settling between my legs, I felt the heaviness of his cock rest beside my thigh. The anxiousness had disappeared and what was replaced was something much calmer, like a smooth brush of paint on an empty canvas. Even though I couldn't move, the magic had heightened my pleasure tenfold; every touch and flick had my toes curling deliciously. Patrick nipped and sucked my chest, languidly twisted my brown nipples between his rough thumb pads until they turn into hardening pebbles. He took his time, spitting on his hand for lube and then using his long fingers to stretch me open.

Through my paralysis I groaned, when he finally reached that special pleasure spot deep within me. In my drug induced haze I barely acknowledged the horrified looks that the pack were giving me or that Sam had a gash on his forehead from ramming himself in to barrier so many times. When I slowly dragged my eyes up, lids heavy from rapturously being flung into ecstasy I comprehend how horribly wrong things had gone.

Fighting through the misty numbness I could feel my insides turning because Patrick wasn't supposed to invoke the right physically. Opening my mouth to scream, nothing came out except an exquisite explosion that blotted out my vision. Spangled Sparkling rays of yellows, blues, oranges and reds danced before my eyes, as I grunted in willing participation when he entered me fully. There was no burn or discomfort, since he use little to no spit I momentarily wondered why but it was all blown away when the tip of his cock stretch through my opening. My brain burst out with fireworks, I grunted deep in my throat, unable to move my hands to cling to him as he fucked, and thrusting his hips forward into my lifeless body. He gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he continued to ram frantically.

God, my body ascended into the heavens.

Color, heat and life flashed in front of my eyes and I forgot myself as I became whole with him. Our spirits tangled together and spiritually I became welded to him in the deepest way possible because I felt like I could touch his very soul. My heart slammed in my chest as he continued to fuck me, on the cold floor with everyone watching. Spellbound I felt my own orgasm pending, like a tempest just off the horizon I erupted all over our stomachs.

Patrick fucked me through the aftershocks, his muscles flexing and contracting powerfully with each movement. Unable to contain himself any longer he finally gave in, throwing his head back and wailing loudly as the air filled with the strong smell of sperm. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily with a grin and a thick sheen of sweat covering his face.

As the barrier lifts and the tranquilizer they gave me began to wear off I start to feel his cum slowly leaking out of me and I felt dirty.

"I knew you'd be mine," Patrick mumbled, satisfied and smug right before Sam charged forward and tackled him to the ground, slamming his fist into his face.

A/N: ;)

Ohhhhhhh I wonder what Edward is going to do when he finds outt!

A big thanks to Beanothercullen for editing this chapter for me. Also I haven't heard much feedback from you guys so please let me know your thoughts!