Warning: This chapter falls under the M-rating. Also, I might be taking a few risks in the future chapters… and that's a big MIGHT. So be prepared for the gruesome unexpected.

D: Disclaimed

Chapter Thirteen

Seth's POV

It hadn't dawned on me until now. I'm bonded, and to the alpha of another pack. Usually I'd be running like a little puppy with his tail between his legs, but I wasn't. I was actually okay with my decision. No one forced me to submit to Sam, I actually wanted to. Okay, I like to think at least some of it was my decision, excluding the fact that the pressure was on.

And now… we had a new recruit, and if the pack were working together, then we wouldn't have a problem training the guy. If he doesn't pull a Wyatt and argue with us that he's a sub too, than maybe we can get through this.

But there I go doubting us again.

"You think too much."

I had to agree with Sam. I probably should ease up a little. But when you're so used of being in control, it's kind of hard just to shut off. He should know that.

"What's on your mind?"

"Us." I answered a bit too quick. "I just feel that I'm pushing you into something that you might regret in the future."

"You feel this?" his hand traced the mark on my neck, "I wouldn't have done this if I wasn't sure. I want to be with you Seth. I want to grow old with you. I want whatever aspects that come our way, positive and negative."

I was dumbfounded to find out that the claim hasn't been fully inclined. A part of me hoped that the marking would be enough, but a part of me knew that wasn't to the extent. I would eventually have to give myself fully to Sam. I'm not upset about the fact, and mainly because Sam gave me the option to wait. It wasn't like he expected it. He was exactly everything I hoped for in a guy.

But I didn't really have time to tend to my sexual frustrations, or lack thereof at the moment. I knew we had to stay focused on strategy, to find a way to get the packs through this without anyone getting hurt or my brothers, Wyatt and Peter having to submit to the alphas. The idea of it scared the hell out of me. I kept worrying that I wouldn't be able to do them justice that I would fail to protect them like I should be able to.

Sam of course gave me as much advice as he could. I appreciated that he fully understood. And we both promised each other to make sure that we would do everything in our power to make sure everyone got out of there alive. It wasn't just the role of being an alpha kicking in, but it was more of being the older brother that made me worry.

Mom and dad are so sure that I can handle anything thrown my way, and to be honest, I wish they hadn't. The pressure just gets to me sometimes. And everyone knows that Brady and Collin don't make it easy on my either.

I was still sketchy whether to let Collin go see Quil and Embry as well as Brady to see Paul. Wyatt seemed to be Sam's concern, but I worry that Collin and Brady might do something they'd regret. Or Paul, Quil and Embry might do something that would force me to beat the shit out of them.

"Emily made dinner." Sam announced.

I followed him to the kitchen table, still deep in thought. I realized that they must've invited the Mackenzies, both sitting at the table with the twins on their laps. I actually felt guilty that I was hardly in sync with the conversation; so I tried to listen to Emily tell me stories about Sam growing up.

"Remember when mom gave you heck for cliff diving with Paul and Paul hitting his head on the bottom." Sam shook his head and chuckled. "Well Sam…" she turned to me, "…decided he want to try it since the older guys around the rez did it. So him, and Paul being the daredevil sidekick, they both went to first beach and jumped off the first ledge. I guess that wasn't good enough for them." She chuckled, "So they tried the second highest where the others usually jumped. Once they got up there, Sam…" she laughed at her brother again, "… made poor Paulie go first. Anyways, things didn't go so well when Paul dived first, once he reached the bottom, he disappeared under the water for a few minutes. It scared the hell out of Sam, and when Paul come up to the surface, the poor guy was screaming in pain holding his head as the blood came dripping down the side of his face. Sam panicked, and he knew he would be in some serious trouble when they got back."

"I brought him back right away." Sam playfully argued.

"Yeah, and you never bothered to jump." She giggled, "anyways, he brought Paul back to his parents, of course Paul's dad was pissed off and called mom. Mom grounded Sam and made him do all of our chores for a week and Mr. and Mrs. Lahote didn't want Sam to hang out with Paul anymore." She continued to giggle as we al did, "of course we felt bad for him, and thankfully Paul was okay. But I would never forget that day when Sam practically hid from mom."

"How old were they?" I asked, still laughing.

"Thirteen and Fourteen." She answered. "And of course Sam and Paul still hung out after that and that was never the end of their duo antics."

"Okay, that's enough Em." Sam said calmly.

I found out that Sam and Paul were still best friends and still have their moments. Emily even hugged me and told me how happy she is for Sam and me. Never had she seen her brother so happy, and she said she had me to thank for it.

Just as dinner was finished, Wyatt came back with Jared from the movies. Sam still insistent on making sure Jared never went to his room.

"You can't keep them apart forever Sam." I teased.

"As long as I can try."

"Just ease up on them little." I advised, "You don't want Wyatt to turn into some teenage chick that sneaks out to see Jared."

"Fine." It almost sounded as if he was pouting. "You guys can hang out here for a bit, but Jared…" He gripped his shoulder, "remember that you have early patrols."

He nodded and sat next to Wyatt as they watched some reality show.

"I could use you more around here." Emily hugged me again. "Sam does need to loosen up a little."

"Hey," Sam added, "I'm not that bad."

"Mmm hmm…" She chuckled and went back into the kitchen.

And Sam was still smiling.

Brady's POV

The air was intense with lust. I blame myself. He said he just wanted to talk, but me and my hormones conjured up some pretty nasty ideas. I think he knew too, he smirked every time I shifted to adjust, trying my best to hide my erection. I was annoyed with myself that my cock painfully rubbed against my jean shorts. I knew from then on I would stick with basketball shorts or jogger cut-offs; this was just ridiculous how much release I needed.

I still don't know why the hell I thought it would be okay to be alone in Paul's house with Paul, but something told me I should be a daredevil today. Fuck, it was just me being a horn dog for once. I kept thinking how the hell did we switch roles? It pissed me off that I was acting like a dog in heat and Paul didn't seem affected by it.

I didn't hear a word coming out of his mouth, all I focus on was how the thin line of his lips spoke every word. Somewhere along the line he offered me a drink, I didn't know I nodded, but I'm glad I did. I couldn't help but stare as his massive frame walked to the kitchen from the dining table. Okay, I admit, I was staring at his ass too. His jean cut-offs hugged every bit of his lower body, and it didn't help that his upper body was practically glistening with sweat. Licking my lips didn't seem to help my faltered breaths from drying my mouth. Sure he was mouthwatering, but the effect he had on me now was like I depended on his presence to give me another breath of oxygen.

Fuck! I sound obsessed.

"Ice Tea?"

I nodded foolishly. Speechless and probably looking like a deer caught in headlines every time he gave me that fucking sexy smirk. I couldn't understand what hell was going on with me. Was I seriously this vulnerable that I craved every bit of Paul's attention? What is it exactly was he doing to me? It's like he found my kryptonite and he was using it carelessly to his advantage.

"Are you scared?" He asked handing me the tall glass.

"Of what?"

"The pack of alphas."

"Ummm…" I was. "Sort of."

"It's okay to be." He muttered.

"I know." I shrugged, taking a drink.

"I am." He said, surprisingly. I looked at him puzzled, wondering why he was afraid. "It's the fear of actually losing you or your brothers." I had to say I was surprised by his admittance. "I'm kind of hoping the council is bullshitting with all of this." He sighed in what looked like despair. "Does it sound selfish when I say I want you all to myself?"

"…"

What the hell could I say? I always knew that he wanted me sexually, we both did, but could it be something more?

"How can you prove it?"

Now it was his turn to give me a quizzical look. "I'm here."

"But…"

"Look Bray, I know it's a lame excuse, but it's the best I can give for now." He moved his chair closer to me, "I'm not good with the lovey-dovey crap, and I know you aren't, and I'm not going to give you some sappy love song quotes because I know that would annoy the hell out of you." He laughed. "But I'm here, and I'm determined that it be next to you until you get sick of me…" he paused and gave me a smirk, "scratch that. Not until one of us goes and the other follows not long after."

I giggled not realizing I was leaning more into him, mere inches from my head resting on his shoulder. Well I knew he appreciated it with the half-moan and half-growl he gave me, and just like that, my cock came back to life. I couldn't take it anymore. It was either leave here with whatever dignity I had left, and not to mention a bad case of blue balls, or I take the risk and see where the hell this night takes me.

Can you guess which side won?

I pushed the table aside and sat on his lap facing him. In seconds my arms were wrapped around his neck with my lips pressed against his, kissing him vigorously as he gripped my waist and moaned into my mouth. His hands roamed down to my ass, squeezing it the same time our clothed erections painfully rubbed against each other. Our breaths became erratic as he began to nip at my neck, making me groan even more.

It wasn't long before he lifted me up and placed me on the table, reaching behind me to shove whatever off as I laid back. He continued to kiss my neck and grind into me, rocking the table now as I cried for more of his touch. I pulled up with him, whimpering as he growled into my ear and pulled my legs to wrap around his waist.

"We better…" He panted, "…move before…" then growled as his palms squeezed my butt again, "… we break the table."

I couldn't care less as we were practically staggering down the hall. I yearned to touch every bit of him and him to me, my arms wrapped around his neck, refusing to let go while I continued to taste his lips. I had no clue really what I was doing, and I don't think Paul knew either, but it didn't stop him from dropping me on the bed and falling between my legs. Once again rubbing his covered hard-on against mine.

I sat up as he pulled my shirt off just as quick as he pulled off his. He returned to attack my neck, and I continued to pull him closer to me. My hands slipped under the waistband of his shorts, aching for more of his touch as I latched onto him. Earning an animalistic growl from him. He reached down between us to unbutton mine and his shorts, and then practically yanking them off of me.

I've never felt this much euphoric energy in my life as he leaned down and began kissing my naked chest down to my stomach then stopping above my groin. He inhaled a big breath, making us both shiver as he licks his lips. I felt as if I was on cloud nine as he began to kiss the head of my dick. I would have never thought he would give me this much attention in bed, I assumed it would just be the kissing and the fucking, but there he was… his lips slowly engulfing my member as he moaned with every inch sinking deeper into his mouth. My back arched as my hands held onto my pillow tight while his tongue swirled around the head of my dick.

"Mmmm… fuck." I whimpered.

Just then he reached to the nightstand and grabbing a bottle. I wasn't sure what it was until the scent of strawberries hit my nostrils and the sound of some sort of liquid being squirted.

"Wait…" I muttered sitting up, "…ummm."

"You're not ready are you?" He sounded disappointed.

I can say I was scared now. Here I got carried away and we ended up here with my legs spread open, my dick painfully pointing up, and a man that I've been lusting over for the past couple weeks sitting almost naked in front of me. This had to be the worst time to overthink this, but I couldn't help it. I was giving myself to Paul, and I admit that wasn't the part that scared me. It's what would be after this.

Did he really mean what he said?

I knew I felt like the biggest hypocrite out there. Not too long ago I was giving Collin shit over acting like a slut, and here I was, ready to let Paul fuck me into oblivion. Yet every excuse couldn't seem to make me turn away from this. I wanted this. And… I think I needed this.

I lay back again, taking a deep breath before telling Paul to take it slow and easy. He obliged with smile and assured me that he would make me feel good. His fingers traced my entrance before pushing in and taking my seeping cock into his mouth. His motions began at a slow pace before it picked up erratically. By the time he inserted the three digits, I was reaching a climax making me wrap my legs around his shoulders. But before I could give into ecstasy, he pulled back and made me whine for his touch.

He gave a raspy chuckle before pulling his shorts off. I licked my lips at the sight of his beautiful body and massive member that bounced up and down when they were released from his shorts. I watched as he tore the condom wrapper open and began sliding the rubber on his huge dick. He pulled me closer and began slathering the slick substance on his cock, and then using what was left to press against my entrance.

"I'm going to go slow as I can Bray, just let me know if I'm going to fast or too hard." He spoke in a sexy baritone. I nodded and bit my lip.

He pulled me by the waist and wrapped one of my legs around his waist while he held the other by the ankle. I leaned back more, closing my eyes to prepare for the pain that was bound to come.

"Please look at me." It wasn't a demand; it was a request. Timidly asked too.

I met with his gaze; his eyes were dark and… calm. In seconds, I could feel the tip of him enter, causing me to hitch my breaths and gasp at the invasion. With every bit of him pushing in, my body tensed. He took hold of my neglected phallus and began stroking me to soothe my faltered breaths. When he was fully inside me, I cried out in pain and pleasure.

That's when he started pulling out then slowly pushing back in. The rhythm was painful at first, and thankfully him jerking me off took my mind off of it. After getting used of the pace and me already almost reaching my climax, Paul's pace picked up. That's when I lost it and became weak for a moment, shooting my load over both our stomachs.

The bed rocked with our movements, the headboard knocked against the wall, and the sheets below me pulled with us. By now the sweat was trickling down both of our faces, and I couldn't help but to match Paul's growls. Every time he nipped at my earlobe I would hold onto him even more. My neck became invade by his kisses, soon turning into nips than bites.

With every heavy breath, he fucked me even harder, reaching the sweet spot and practically making my eyes roll back. My nails dug into his back, his teeth into my neck while he sucked on my skin. Finally reaching his orgasm, he growled huskily and buried deep in me I could have sworn that I would never reach his end.

As he collapsed on top of me, pulling out and kissing the bruise on my neck, we both lay there catching our breaths.

I was actually content with being wrapped in his arms. And when words were left unspoken and he kissed me on the forehead and told me he loved me, I was okay with it.

But I knew tomorrow that I would probably have a lot of explaining to do.

"Was it just like your dream?" I looked up at Paul to see him smirk.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Collin's POV

Mom and dad weren't too pleased with me to find out that I was seeing both Quil and Embry, and I was beginning to side with them. I couldn't choose, and this was the argument I had in my head constantly. I mean, the both said I could be with both of them, but the guilt was always there. It didn't feel right.

"Your dad seems to lack trust in us." Embry smirked while staring at my dad standing at the front window watching us.

He wanted to make sure that he could watch us, so he demanded that we stay out front on the old picnic table.

"It's not you guys, it's me." I admitted. "He's hoping that I don't go leading one of you on just to pick the other. It was worse then the sex talk he gave me when I turned thirteen."

"Do you still feel you should have to pick?" Quil asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not sure anymore."

"We can see this bothers you immensely pup, and it hurts to see you conflicted in such a way." Embry grabbed my hand sitting next to me. "So don't fret, we'll figure this out after all of this chaos surpasses."

I leaned into his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around me, Quil sitting on my other side with my other hand in his. I felt like crying, and I think they knew it too. I wanted so bad just to be accepting of this, I wanted so bad for my parents to be okay with this, but that just seemed far from reality. They would never permit it, and they built my conscience on believing that my heart should only belong to one person. The problem is that I just couldn't decide who deserved it more.

Embry or Quil?

I wasn't sure how long we sat there, but it was peaceful. This was my sanctuary. Sitting in silence with the people I love comforting me. Watching the sun descend behind the horizon. Sitting awed by the colors that moved across the sky. Inhaling the mist from the sea, appreciating the breeze as it blew Embry and Quils in my perimeter, blending to make me feel safe and loved.

What was I going to do?

Peter's POV

I wasn't used to this kind of generosity. I hardly knew this man, and yet he was catering to me like a gentleman. Each time I was hungry, he seemed to know and he would cook me something and bring it to me. Every time I needed to use the rest room, he would help me walk to it. He always made sure that my comfort meant everything, and I felt like I did nothing to deserve it.

The moment I woke up, I had no clue what happened. But, Jacob from what I learned explained everything to me. How I was a wolf, how I was a submissive, and my reasons for existing in the supernatural world. I should've been upset about it, but I wasn't. It made me feel appreciated. And it proved right when Jacob called my mom to tell her I was okay, but she didn't care. So Jacob's father Billy, bless his soul, offered to take me in and offered me a room that one of his daughters used to vacate.

It all seemed to happen so fast, three days and I already had a new home and a new life that I could appreciate. Jacob asked me if I was disappointed in becoming a wolf seeing how most in the pack were. I told him no. I see it as a hidden blessing. After becoming a wolf, my life seemed to be already turning for the better.

After explaining the battle that is supposed to take place, and surprisingly I was okay with the information, I was introduced to the pack. I loved listening to Jacob explain how the pack is still facing its flaws, and how they were finding to love each other. I did find it awkward at first to find that the entire pack were coupled with each other seeing how they were all men, but it made sense after Jacob and Billy explained the reasons.

Billy accepted me with open arms and clearly admitted that he hoped I would be Jacob's mate. I couldn't argue and I couldn't seem to see his flaws, even though he admitted them. He told me that he used to be alpha, but he gave up that role so Sam could be the alpha, and he could be with Seth. I saw the kindness in his heart to let someone he loved love someone else.

I felt ecstatic to hear that Jacob was really starting to like me. He said he noticed that even through my history of growing up with absent mother and a dead father, that I was free spirited, caring, understanding, and just the most beautiful soul he's ever met. I never thought I could fall in love so quick, but I did.

Introductions to the pack were interesting. I found that Paul was infatuated by the teen Brady; they were made for each other under Jacob's accordance. Jared was just as dedicated to Wyatt, as Jacob seemed to me, always offering to get him the smallest things like a drink or something to eat. Then there was Collin, Quil and Embry, all three looked frustrated. It's not in my nature to meddle, but I could see that their hearts ached in their expressions. Then there are the alphas, Sam and Seth. Sam seemed to be satisfied just how much Jacob has matured over this. I don't think it was their intentions to frighten me, but they did warn me that Jacob could sometimes lose control. And I can't forget the visiting pack, the Mackenzies. Living proof that we can indeed continue on the line of the future packs.

Though I could never see myself carrying a child, a part of me was okay with that too. At least I'm hoping. I think.

Today was the final day of my recovery, and the doctor said I was strong enough to get into the brutal trainings that were about to take place. I have to admit though, I am a little frightened of it, but there is one person that seems to think I'll do fine.

Jacob.

A/N: Okay, first things first. If the lemon was good, I might just wright another one, but if it wasn't up to standards, that will be the last of it. As for it being Brady and Paul, I never really expected them to go first. So if it seems a bit fast-paced, oh well. I wanted to make sure that Peter came off as the silent type seeing how I have way too many outspoken characters already.

As always, shout-outs go to darkly0divine, Kell's LB, isipare, GoinnGaGa, Hank's Lady, WolfPacFaan, Emochick18, dark-magician100, lette2001, Lovergyul, Jake's Pup, SoundShield11, ant1gon3, Thornesedge, Rache, and LuvnmyEdward.

Much Love,

TurnItUp03