Chapter 38 "Time Falls Away"
Disclaimer: Some basic math for you. NKR + WH does not equal SM.
A/N: So, Carter is hated and everyone thinks our pairing Jessica with him was perfect. These two get worse, so get ready, but know, this will not be the last you see of him. MUHAHAHAHHA!
Let it slide, let your troubles fall behind you
Let it shine until you feel it all around you
And I don't mind if it's me you need to turn to
We'll get by, it's the heart that really matters in the end
Our lives are made in these small hours
These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate
Time falls away but these small hours
These small hours still remain
"Little Wonders" - Rob Thomas
EPOV
Coward mixed with pompous ass has a very distinct scent and I can feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up. We are being shown to our table but I could smell him as soon as we walked in the restaurant. I reach for Lillah, smiling as innocently as I can, trying not to tip her off that he's here. I'm hopeful he won't recognize us and will leave without a scene.
We manage to make it to our table without being spotted. I motion for Lillah to sit down on the inside of the booth, mostly because I want to be ready to protect her from him if necessary. Angela and Lillah are talking about everything that has been going on, both with us and for Angela and Ben, but I'm not paying attention. I've spotted him and I can tell he and his- companion, are wrapping up their meal. I don't know who the blonde is with him, but she looks like the type of girl he would want; basically she looks nothing like Lillah.
Everyone is eating in silence at our table when the blonde starts going off on their waiter. I tilt my head down just in case they look over here as they turn to square off with the waiter. I'm taken aback when I see Angela's eyes go wide after she peeks over her shoulder at the couple. His voice is distinctive as he speaks and I'm not shocked when Lillah mouths, "Carter," to me. What is surprising is when Angela announces she knows the blonde, a friend of hers from high school named Jessica. The name sounds familiar, so I'm guessing Bella probably knew her as well.
I know the moment we've been spotted; Angela looks over her shoulder again just as Carter is helping Jessica into her coat. Angela sinks in her seat as Jessica gets a smug look on her face, grabbing Carter's hand and tugging him over to our table. Automatically I turn to sit sideways in the booth, facing Lillah in an attempt to hide her from Carter's view as they approach.
Her eyes on mine are soft, like she's trying to keep me calm. Her hands are clutched around mine as I hear Jessica speak in a haughty voice to Angela, bragging as she introduces Angela to her new fiancée, Carter. Unfortunately, she doesn't stop there, barely taking a breath before she is chastising Angela for not introducing her and Carter to her "friends".
I'm guessing Lillah has met Jessica before, based on Angela's introduction, but how Jessica responds makes me want to hurt her, her words vicious, cruel, and meant to cut Lillah deep.
"Oh my gosh! Lillah, I didn't even recognize you! Wow, you've lost a lot of weight since I last saw you. Bet you wish you could have lost some of those boobs, though! I hear you can have surgery to get them reduced."
Surgery to reduce Lillah's boobs? This woman is crazy! Lillah has perfect tits! As much as I want to turn around and tell Jessica just how stupid she is, my eyes are still locked on Lillah's. I'm pretty proud of my girl when, even with Jessica's hateful words, she doesn't deflate like she would have just a few weeks ago. Instead, I can see her grinding her teeth; turning her nose up to snarl, her dislike for Jessica evident.
"Lillah. Good to see you again. I see you are still slumming. How is it that you know my fiancée?" Carter speaking makes me finally turn my head, looking over my shoulder to growl at the asshole.
"Wait, you know her?" Jessica gasps in understanding, "Oh! Is she the tub-o charity case you dated in high school?" Carter nods, making me feel the sudden need to punch him. They are lucky that Lillah has her hands locked with mine. Jessica tilts her head, analyzing me now, "Are you Bella's friend Jacob?"
"His name is Embry," Lillah snarls out, obviously infuriated at Jessica's tone.
Jessica gives me a pout before turning back to Carter, "Poor thing, her parents must be so disappointed in her. I mean, to go from you to dating one of those Rez kids." Shaking her head she whispers, loud enough for all of us to hear, "She really is slumming it. I'm just glad you came to your senses and dumped her, Carter. She doesn't deserve a guy as great as you."
"Oh my God. Are you SERIOUS?" Lillah's outburst surprises us all.
"Baby, shhhh. You need to calm down, they aren't worth it." I'm whispering in her ear, hoping to help her just like she helped me last time. However, I'm having a hard time remaining calm myself; I'm so angry at all the lies and accusations coming from these two; my hands are shaking and my heart is pounding rapidly against my chest.
"You're right. They aren't worth it." Lillah manages to speak softly, even though I know she wants to scream. Turning to Jessica and Carter, Lillah speaks evenly, "Just to be clear, I was 'slumming' when I dated Carter, he's half the man Embry is. Also, I'm the one who dumped Carter, when I found him sleeping with another woman.
"On that same point, your precious fiancée was on my front porch a few weeks ago offering to 'take me back'. Believe me when I say, I did not accept his offer, but it's good to see he's kept his two-timing ways up. I wouldn't trust him." Lillah advises and I chuckle under my breath. Looks like my girl doesn't need me to come to her defense after all.
Jessica eyes Carter, but he just shrugs, shaking his head like Lillah is the crazy person. Turning back to Jessica, Lillah gives her a wicked smile, "One more thing, my parents, they love Embry. They hated Carter, for your information. They knew what a two-timing asshole he was, still is, apparently. My mom can't wait to call Embry her son. In two and a half weeks. When we get married." Pausing for effect, Lillah smiles softly at Jessica, "Has Carter let you set a date yet?"
Jessica doesn't say anything at first, she just glares at Lillah. "If you two are getting married, let's see the ring," she insists sarcastically. I can tell by the look on her face that her expectations are pretty low.
"Yeah, let us see the microscopic 'diamond'." Carter chimes in, his gaze locked with mine. I don't look away but I feel her pull her hand from mine and I see movement from the corner of my eye. Jessica's audible gasp pulls both mine and Carter's stare down to the table. I smirk when I see my ring winking up at us from Lillah's delicate hand. Unable to help myself I lean over and kiss her cheek then nuzzle my face into the side of her neck.
Lillah giggles happily before turning back to Jessica and Carter, "No microscope needed."
Carter, not being able to keep his opinion to himself lets us all know, "I should call the police, let them know I've found what I suspect is a stolen ring. No way he could afford something like that." I want to pull her hand back, tell him he doesn't even deserve to look at the ring.
"Embry didn't steal this ring, we just talked to the very nice lady at Fountain Jewelers that sold him this ring and our wedding bands." Lillah tilts her head, her eyes now focused on Jessica's left hand, "Funny though, isn't that a stolen ring on Jessica's finger?"
"It's a Harry Winston!" Jessica gasps.
"Right, a Harry Winston diamond that used to sit on Carter's mothers finger." Lillah speaks slowly to Jessica.
Jessica turns on Carter, "Where did you get this ring?"
Carter shrugs, "Mom didn't need it any longer, so she gave it to me for you."
Jessica turns, stomping out of the restaurant, not saying anything else to the rest of us. Did she really think he'd gone out and bought a ring himself?
"You bitch," Carter hisses; before he can say anything else I'm standing up, one hand locked around his neck. Ben jumps up out of the booth, backing me up, no doubt, even though I don't need it.
"Stay the hell away from Lillah and me. If you ever see us out again, keep walking, because if you don't, I will finish you." My words are only for Carter. His eyes are wide with shock but I have a final warning for him, "Don't look at her, speak to her, or even think about her again. She is mine now, and I will kill any man that comes near her."
I release him, but he snips over his shoulder as he's walking out, "Touch me again Little Indian, and I'll press charges on you. I'm guessing her parents don't love you enough to bail you out of jail."
"Daddy will defend him tooth and nail and take your sorry ass down in the process. Leave us alone, Carter. You lost, go try and convince your fiancée you aren't a complete creep." Lillah is standing beside me, her hands on her hips and her chest heaving as she calls after him.
Once he is finally out the door, I pull her in my arms, "You should have let me kick his ass the last time."
"He may not be worth it, but I'm starting to think you're right. He doesn't like losing." Lillah sighs, her hands moving across my back soothingly.
"He'll have to get over it, because I am never letting you go." I kiss her neck then help her back to her seat. Once we are settled back in, I pull her tight against me.
Lillah apologizes to Angela and Ben, but they both tell us not to worry about it. Ben gives me a look of understanding as he takes his seat again, "I would have happily joined you in kicking his ass. I've never liked him, he looks down at my Angie all the time."
Angela shakes her head at Ben and I, but then turns to Lillah, a look of regret on her face, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jessica. I had hoped it would pass before I needed to say anything, then with moving out I just forgot."
"Don't worry, its fine," Lillah reaches her hand out, patting Angela's that is resting on the table.
Angela still looks uncomfortable when she peeks over at Ben and me before turning back to Lillah, "I don't think it is fine. Now that Carter is engaged to Jessica, I have a feeling he's going to use that as an excuse for why he needs to visit Port Angeles and Forks, a lot. I think he wants to make you miserable. Much as I dislike violence, Embry, I really think he isn't going to go away until you kick his ass."
"I'll do whatever it takes to keep him away from us," I tell Angela simply before pulling Lillah's face to mine, kissing her forehead gently.
"I really don't think he'll be a bother, Embry. Even so, I certainly don't want you getting into trouble because of him. Like I said, he's not worth it. He was never worth it," she insists while looking up at me. I can tell she's worried so I decide to drop it, turning to talk to Ben about his truck.
The girls begin discussing wedding details while Ben and I make plans for him to bring his F150 by the shop for new brakes. Lillah cuddles into my side and I wrap my arm around her shoulders, relaxing into her soft body. We manage to finish our meal in peace and have a pleasant rest of the afternoon. As we all stand to leave the restaurant we make plans to go over to Angela and Ben's for dinner once they are settled into their place.
Lillah is happy, which in turn makes me happy; I actually really like her cousin and Ben, and it's nice to feel like I'm just as much a part of her family as she's a part of my Reservation family.
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Sunday morning comes way too early for my liking. As much as I would love to spend the morning in bed with Lillah, there is something else we need to do today. I brought over all my clothes this week, but I want to empty out the rest of my apartment. Sam and Jared are going to meet us there this afternoon to load everything up in our various vehicles, but Lillah and I are going over this morning to pack up everything else.
I don't have the heart to wake her just yet, enjoying watching her sleep just a little longer. She looks so peaceful, like a little girl when she sleeps. My fingers dance across her stomach of their own accord at the thought of a little girl.
My dreams have been filled with our auburn haired daughter every night, and the more I dream about her, the more certain I am that Lillah is pregnant. I haven't noticed a change in her yet, but I'm planning to ask Jared and Sam today for more details. I'm hoping very soon we will know for sure.
Letting my mind drift back to the dreams, I can't help smiling at the name of our little girl. Halona. Such a beautiful name, and fitting; I love the idea of naming our daughter after Lillah's beloved grandmother. In my mind, the decision is already made, but I have a feeling Lillah won't quite understand these dreams. I'm going to have to let her come around to the name when she is ready.
Too soon she is starting to stir and I know we have to get going. I don't have many possessions, but I want all of my things here, in our home. I have until the end of the month to clean everything out, but with the wedding in just over two weeks, there won't be time.
We dress quickly and are soon at my apartment, filling boxes with the few things I want to keep, along with setting aside any unwanted or duplicate items to go to charity. Anything else, including any food still in the kitchen, is being pitched. As we go room-by-room deciding what to pack, give to charity, or throw away, we joke and laugh with one another, enjoying the quiet apartment one last time. She reaches for a few puzzles I haven't yet worked on, but before I can tell her to go ahead and give them to charity, she places them in a box to go to our house. Twisting my head in question she grins at me, "I like puzzles too, but I think they are much more fun when you have someone to help you."
"You really are absolutely perfect for me," I kiss her softly before returning to my task.
"Didn't you say you and your mom used to do puzzles together?" Lillah asks as she pulls out the DVD's I own.
"Yep, it was something cheap for Mom and me to do. We used to talk for hours as we were working on those things." I sigh, remembering how much Mom loved those times. Looking back, she probably was using them as a way to talk, but I didn't care. "Why?"
"No reason, I've just been thinking- I just- I know I'm not pregnant-"
I cut her off right there, moving to pull her into my arms, "You don't know that."
"Embry, it's only been a week." Shaking her head, she smiles softly at me then rests her head against my chest as she continues, "I was just thinking, about when we have a family- it would be nice to do puzzles with our kids. We can talk for hours with them, just like you and your mom use to do."
"I love that idea," kissing the top of her head I can't help fantasizing about our family. "I can't wait to start our own family and traditions."
She sobers up a little and looks up at me with sad eyes, "We don't even know if I can get pregnant."
"Shhhh. There's no need to worry, baby. If it doesn't happen right away, it's ok, we'll work it out then. For now, let's just enjoy the possibility." My lips find hers, and I kiss her slowly until I feel the tension in her body ease.
When she looks up at me as we break our kiss I can see she is back to smiling happily, "In your 'possibility' world are we still having six kids?"
"Six kids? Damn dude, you going to keep her barefoot and pregnant the rest of her life?" Turning around I growl at the intruder. Even though I know who it is, I'm still irritated by his interruption.
"You're one to talk, you always told me you wanted a dozen kids with Kim," I wave Jared and Sam in, but I'm surprised to see Kim and Emily follow behind them.
Emily hugs us, smiling, "We figured you might not be done with all the packing just yet, so Kim and I are going to help Lillah wrap that up while the guys load up all the furniture and the boxes that are ready."
"You two are the best!" Lillah laughs as the three imprintees hug.
As much as I appreciate the help, I hate that our time alone has been cut short. I know we have our whole lives ahead of us, but I enjoy my time with Lillah so much that I never want it to end.
Sam elbowing me pulls me back from my brooding. "What goes where?"
"We are taking all the furniture back to the house, except the sofa and coffee table, those are up for grabs. If you guys want, take them, otherwise, they go to charity."
Emily grins up at Sam, "The couch might be nice for the lobby of the shop, I could make a slip cover for it and it would be good as new. We could probably use the coffee table too."
"Works for me, we'll put those in the Suburban and take them to the shop once we're done here." Sam gives me a small nod before we get to work, tearing down the furniture in the bedroom first, while Lillah, Emily, and Kim finish up in the living room.
We've just secured the mattress in my truck when I turn to Sam and Jared, "Mind if I ask you two something?"
"If you are wanting tips on how to satisfy Lillah, you came to the right person," Jared grins but I roll my eyes while Sam gives him a warning look.
"I'm good there, thanks. I wanted to know about when- how you figured out Emily and Kim were pregnant. What was it that changed about them that you knew?"
"What the hell did you do with the condoms I gave you?" Jared has a smirk on his face, but it vanishes quickly when I give him a shitty look; he shrugs when I don't respond. "I don't know about Sam, but it was like Kim had a weird perfume on; I could still smell her but there was something else added in. Not so much on top of it, like perfume, but blended with her scent. It's hard to explain."
"That's actually a pretty good explanation," Sam jumps in. He leans against the truck, crossing his arms over his chest as he seems to think for a moment, "It wasn't anything obvious, it was all subtle changes, but I know Emily so well that those changes jumped out at me, especially the scent. I think that's why only I would know, because I'm the only one that knows her body like that.
"Is it a specific scent?" I don't want to push too far, but I'm so anxious to know if Lillah could be pregnant that I want to make sure I don't miss any changes in her body.
Jared shakes his head, "Nothing I can put my finger on."
"It's the baby's unique scent. The reason it's 'blended' is because the baby is connected to her. Once Emily had Eli, I knew his scent right away too, because it had been tied to Emily the whole time," Sam grins at Jared and me.
"Seriously?" Jared has a silly look on his face, but I can't say anything.
"Yeah, it's pretty amazing." Sam looks back at me again, "You think she is?"
"I hope so," my smile is wide as I look between Sam and Jared. "She doesn't want to get her hopes up, which I understand, but hopefully we'll know one way or the other soon. It was just a few weeks after that you two noticed the difference, right?"
"Yep, now come on, all this baby talk makes me want to go spend time with Kim."
I glance at Sam but he doesn't say anything, following Jared back into the apartment. Once everything is loaded up, we decide to follow Sam to the shop to unload the sofa and coffee table before heading to the house. Once we get to the house, Jared, Sam and I unload my belongings. My furniture is going up in Angela's old room until we can decide what to do with it. Everything else is being put in the garage so I can go through it again this week and either put it away or pack it up in the attic until we need it.
We decide to take a break after unloading all the boxes into the garage. The three of us make our way into the house, but Sam stops as soon as we walk into the kitchen, lifting his nose slightly. "Eli is here," he says before walking into the living room. Sure enough, standing in the middle of the room is Quil, with Claire sitting on Lillah's lap and Eli bouncing on Kim's. Sam glares at Quil, "Did you bring them over?"
Emily stands, quickly pulling Sam into her arms as she speaks, "I asked him to bring the kids over, Lillah invited us to stay for dinner but I didn't want to burden Sue with watching them while we eat. I had him use the van so he would have the car seats."
Trying to break the tension I turn to Quil, "You drove the mini-van?" I can't help but smirk at the image that floats through my head; Quil behind the wheel of Emily's mommy mobile. Quil squints his eyes until they are slits and I grin bigger, unable to help myself. It's just too fun messing with him sometimes.
"You bet I did; and I looked bad ass doing it too," he tells us and I feel Sam relax across the room as we all begin to laugh.
"Come on, Quil, you can help us carry in some furniture," Sam says, shaking his head as the four of us turn to go outside.
On the way out of the living room, I stop next to Lillah, running a hand over the top of Claire's head while I kiss my beautiful fiancée's lips. "Be right back," I whisper to her before standing and following the guys out.
During one of our trips upstairs Claire joins us, chattering to all of us as she leads the way down the hall. She makes Quil follow her to "the pretty room" and I follow shortly after, seeking them out when Sam, Jared, and I finish placing the dresser in the spare room. Quil glances at me over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised in question and I just shrug. "Lillah's grandmother had this room decorated for her when they moved away. It was Lillah's room in this house whenever she visited. When Lillah's parents had the house remodeled she didn't want to change it."
"Looks like you'll be ready..." Quil's words trail off and I shove him in the shoulder playfully as we walk back downstairs.
We make quick work of the rest of the furniture then decide to rearrange the boxes to make room for both of Lillah's cars. We work quietly for a while before the guys begin talking again.
When I look up Sam is turned to Jared, "Have you had any dreams about your kids?"
Jared shakes his head 'no', looking at Sam like he's lost it. Sam doesn't say anything so I pipe up, "I've had a couple of dreams lately. It's like I'm looking into the future or something."
"Yeah, same here. I knew exactly what Eli would look like and his name before I even knew Emily was pregnant," Sam seems lost in his thoughts for a moment before he shakes his head, turning to Jared. "Nothing?"
Jared shakes his head before Sam turns back to me, "Maybe it's just us? Emily would say the spirits know how stubborn I am so they send me dreams to prepare me."
"Could be, I'm sure Lillah would say the same thing about me. Is that how you knew though?" I don't know if this is a wolf thing or an Uley-family thing, but either way, it's good to know Sam dreamed about Eli before he knew Emily was pregnant. It makes me feel that these dreams are important.
"Maybe a little. Probably a combination of the dreams and her scent. It's like a movie playing though, right?" Sam asks glancing over at me as I drop a couple of boxes in the corner.
"Definitely, clear as day. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was real and not even a dream," I'm almost breathless talking about this. The fact that I'm not the only one that has these dreams is invigorating.
Jared hmph's, making Sam and I look over at him, "What? I can't get a dream about what my kid will look like? Whether it'll be a boy or girl? Dude, that's a rip off." While his words sound upset, his tone is light and teasing.
Quil snorts his laughter and the three of us growl at him, "What? It's kind of funny, you have to admit it!"
"Sorry, man." I ignore Quil and turn back to Jared, telling him with a shrug, "I don't make this shit happen. I'm telling you, if the dreams come true, I'm gonna be freaked the fuck out."
"Why's that?" Jared asks, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
"Because, the ones I've had-," I pause and shake my head, "I don't know. The first one happened when I was driving home right after I imprinted. I saw Lillah standing at the living room window of a house. A little girl was with her and Lillah was very evidently pregnant again." Explaining this to the guys is weird. I don't want them thinking I'm totally off my rocker but I want to talk to someone about it.
"Woah." Quil says, and it almost sounds like he's impressed. "You dreamed about your family right after you imprinted? I have to agree with Jared on this one; that's a rip off! I want dreams about Claire and I-"
"Stop right there!" Sam cuts Quil off before he can say anything else, "She is eight. I don't want you even thinking about a family with her until she's thirty." Sam doesn't wait for Quil to agree before he looks at me thoughtfully then waves his hand in the air, signaling for me to go on, "The first? So there's been more?"
"Uh, yeah, most recently I dreamed that I came home from work one afternoon and a little girl, the same one from before, came running to me. I carried her through the house and Lillah was in the kitchen, the kitchen in this house, cooking dinner. She was pregnant again, but she was just starting to show and she was convinced it was a boy." I take a breath, lost in thought before speaking again. "Anyway, the little girl, her name was Halona."
Sam looks stunned by my words and I nod, knowing he's recognizing the name we discussed during dinner with him and Emily. "That's some deep shit, dude."
"Yeah," I half laugh, "tell me about it." I turn to Jared and explain, "Lillah's grandmother, the one that grew up in this house, her name was Halona. I didn't know it when I dreamed about the little girl, I didn't find out until the other night." They all look surprised but before they can say anything, I go on, "According to Emily, that's also the name of The Third Wife."
Jared's mouth falls open and I nod, understanding why he'd be shocked. The guys and I drift off in our own little worlds again for a while. Quil's voice breaks the silence of boxes shuffling and grunting. "What the fuck? Why don't I get the good dreams?" Jared and I start laughing and can't stop, especially when we hear Sam growl at Quil. When we turn around, Quil looks annoyed but Sam looks pissed. We both turn back to finish cleaning up the garage, deciding to stay out of this one.
We are just finishing up when Kim joins us, yawning as she walks across the garage to Jared. He whispers to her briefly then picks her up in his arms, telling us goodnight as he puts her in the Bronco. We retreat to the kitchen, Lillah and Emily explaining that Kim was exhausted and that's why she and Jared rushed off. I offer to help Lillah with dinner but Emily shoves me out of the kitchen so she can take my place.
Sam and I are left to entertain the kids, including Quil, so we pop in a movie, Claire's choice. This time she picks one I actually recognize, Beauty and the Beast, which will now forever remind me of Quil in his Halloween costume. Sam and I start laughing and can't stop until we are near tears. Quil turns and gives us a dirty look and it makes us laugh even harder when Claire shushes us.
Lillah pokes her head around the doorway into the living room; since Claire shushed me, I just point at the television. Lillah starts giggling as she turns and goes back into the kitchen. A few seconds later I hear Emily cackle out. Sam and I look at one another, still laughing. Turning to Quil I whisper, "You know you're never going to live this shit down."
"Uncle Bry, we don't say that word!" Claire insists, her hands on her hips and I have to bite my tongue to hold in my laughter.
"Sorry, Claire," I tell her and she nods her little head, turning back to the TV.
Quil turns back to me, a smug grin on his face, "She told you."
Rolling my eyes I look over at Sam to find his shoulders are shaking with laughter. Eli is watching Sam closely, giggling and clapping along with him. "She already bosses all of us around, imagine when she grows up. She's gonna give Quil hell," I whisper so only Sam can hear. He grins proudly and nods his head just as Emily and Lillah call us in to dinner.
Dinner, as always, is a boisterous affair with lots of laughing and talking over one another. Even Eli joins in, speaking in his baby talk as loud as he can. After we eat I'm washing the dishes when Lillah approaches, "Where are the puzzles we packed up?"
"I think they are in a box on the front row in the garage. Why?"
"Because I think it would be nice to start doing puzzles with our family now." When I turn to look at her, my eyebrows lifted she brushes her lips against mine, "Our family, your brother Sam and his wife and son, and my cousin Quil and his imprint. Our family."
As weird as it is to think of Sam as my brother, I can't help but love Lillah for knowing exactly how to blend this crazy group and make everyone feel comfortable. The rest of the evening flies by, all of us enjoying ourselves as we work on the puzzle in the kitchen. When Claire falls asleep in Quil's arms and Eli's soft snores can be heard from his car seat, Sam and Emily decide it's time to pack up. We walk them outside, Lillah helping Emily get the kids in the car while Sam, Quil, and I stand back to give them room.
"Thanks for the help with moving my stuff," I nod my head at Sam.
He shrugs as if it's no big deal, "I know you'd do it for me. Besides, I'm happy to see you and Lillah getting things all worked out. You're a good man, Embry and she's a good woman; you deserve one another."
I can't say anything, so I only nod and slap Sam on the shoulder. Quil, of course, has to ruin the moment, "If it wasn't for the fact she's a distant cousin of mine, you'd have some serious competition for her."
Sam and I ignore him. When Lillah returns to me, we all say our good-night's. Quil nearly falls over when I say to Sam, "Night, Bro."
Emily and Lillah giggle at the look on his face and how he's stuttering, before Sam pushes him toward his truck, explaining everything to him. I follow Lillah into our house, excited to finally "officially" be here, where I belong, with her.
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Paul storms into the shop on Monday morning, tossing tools everywhere, grumbling the entire time he works and generally making everyone there miserable. Even the customers can feel his bad mood, snapping over simple things. When he comes back in from patrols he's in a slightly better mood, but Sam still pulls all of us into his office.
"Paul, I know you'd rather still be locked up with Rachel, but you need to calm the fuck down. You are pissing everyone off." Sam speaks roughly as he glares at Paul.
Paul doesn't respond, just slouches in the corner looking surlier than I've ever seen him. I'd almost think this goes beyond missing being on his honeymoon, but right now, I can't care about his issues. I have plenty of things to think about that don't include Paul and his bad mood.
When no one says anything else, we turn to leave but Sam barks out before we reach the door, "There's one more thing." We all turn back around and when I see Sam's face I know he's going to mention the brother thing. He takes a deep breath before speaking, "Some of you might have heard this already from Quil, but in case you haven't, I thought it best if you hear it from me. Embry and I are half-brothers."
For once, the room is silent for a few minutes. The quiet is finally broken by Jacob mumbling, "Thank fuck." Spinning around to him he shrugs, "Man, you are like a brother to me, but it's nice to know my dad didn't cheat on my mom."
"I know, I never thought it was your dad though. Billy's too honorable." I speak the words softly, wanting Jacob to understand I never even thought his dad would cheat.
Jacob nods, clapping Sam and I on the shoulder, "I'm heading out to patrol then I'm going to see Ness. Join whenever you can, Embry."
Jared and Paul give us their congratulations before shuffling out of the office, Paul still looking pissy. Quil is the last one left in the room and he stands in front of me, grinning, "Good thing it wasn't my dad. It would have been awkward for you to be a distant cousin with your imprint. I get the feeling Lillah doesn't like to kiss family."
"No, Lillah just doesn't like the idea of kissing you." Sam snorts as I give Quil a grin. He pushes both of us out of his way as he heads for the door to the office. Turning to Sam I give him a small smile before pointing over my shoulder, "I should probably get going."
"If you have a few minutes before you head out, I'd actually like to talk to you. We really haven't had a chance to discuss this since Friday." Sam looks just as uncomfortable as I feel.
I glance over at the chair but I can't sit still right now. Deciding that taking a slow lap around the office is my best bet, I glance over at Sam, "What's up?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to check how you're dealing with all of this. I know it's a lot to take in; I'm still trying to figure all it all out myself." Sam shrugs but his posture is stiff.
"I'm fine. I mean, still weird to think we share a father, but it doesn't really change anything," my arms are crossed and I can feel my steps speeding up but I try to blow it off.
Sam grabs my arm and pushes me into the chair, moving to sit next to me. He doesn't look at me as he speaks, "It does change things, Embry. Our father might have been a colossal asshole, but we are family because of him." He glances down at his hands, which are locked together by his fingers, "I've been thinking. I know we consider all of the guys like our brothers, but this is different. Do you remember a few weeks ago, when you had the dream about Lillah walking out on you?"
My head jerks up, unsure where he's going with this. Apparently he takes my looking up at him as acknowledgment of remembering this conversation and he continues, "Do you happen to remember me telling you about a dream I had, where Emily told me that Lillah leaving you was my 'fault'?" I nod slowly, but don't say anything, "I don't think we get these dreams randomly, Embry. Emily knew all along that we were brothers, but she never told me. However, she definitely pushed me to keep an eye on you. She kept tabs on both you and Lillah and would tell me to make sure I talked with you if I could. At the time I just thought she was concerned since she had become friends with Lillah, but now I think she was trying to prepare my stubborn ass."
"Prepare you for finding out you're my brother? How?" I know I talked with Sam a lot over the last month or two, but it was a weird time anyway, so I don't see how that would prepare him.
"By pushing me to be more than your boss and former Alpha. The more Emily asked me to talk with you, the more invested I was in making sure you didn't fuck this thing up with Lillah. I honestly think Emily would have been mad at me if things hadn't worked out with you two. She made me feel responsible for helping you through everything; she made me feel like your big brother." Sam chuckles and looks at me again, "Damn she's sneaky."
Shaking my head in agreement I let his words sink in for a few minutes. Glancing up at him I cringe slightly, "Does this mean we have to hug now?"
"God no!" Sam growls then laughs, "I do have a feeling Emily and Lillah are going to embrace the 'sister' thing. We will probably see more of each other."
"Yeah. Good thing I like your son and Claire, but do we have to have Quil around all the time too?"
Sam grumbles, "Multiply that annoyance by every night for the last six years. I'm ready to throttle the guy but I can't, because Claire will kick my ass."
"That is tough." I consider my next words carefully, "Speaking of kids, do you think us having these dreams about our family is tied to our being- brothers?"
"I don't know man. When it first happened, I kind of blew the dream off, but now," he shakes his head, glancing up at me. "We'll just have to wait and see if it happens to Jared later or even to Paul. If not, then yeah, it probably does have to do with us being brothers." He takes a gulp of air then turns to me, "I had another dream a couple of nights ago."
"Please tell me it was a dream about my wedding to Lillah going off without a hitch," I grin at him hopefully.
Sam chuckles, "You and Lillah were married, but no, it wasn't a dream about that. We were actually at your house for Christmas, Claire and Quil were trying to convince Eli and Halona to peek at their presents."
"Halona? My daughter? When- when did you have this dream?" I can barely choke the words out I'm so stunned that he would have a dream including my daughter.
"Saturday night I think. After Emily had mentioned Halona, but definitely before you mentioned anything about your dreams." I'm too shocked to say anything more, so I wave for him to continue, "Anyway, you and I were watching them, laughing at how obvious Claire and Quil were being when Emily and Lillah walked back in the room. Lillah had her camera and Emily was carrying a baby, still small, younger than Eli now. She handed him to me and said, 'Wyatt wants his Daddy now.'"
The name Wyatt triggers my own memory. Thinking back over the dreams I've had I finally remember where I've heard it. "Lillah mentioned a Wyatt in one of my dreams. She said that Emily, Claire, Eli, and Wyatt come over to help her move Halona into another room in the house."
"Ok, seriously, we have to compare notes more often on these dreams. Because in my dream, after Emily handed me the baby, I could clearly hear Lillah whispering to you that she wanted another baby."
Sam raises his eyebrows and I can't help but laugh, "Oh no, it's going to be some weird girl cycle, isn't it? You guys have a baby which makes Lillah want a baby. Then when we have another baby, that makes you guys want another one. When does it stop?"
"I don't know, but it seemed like a pretty cool life in the dream. I will tell you there was a huge present for me under the tree. Hopefully Lillah will improve your gift giving skills."
Punching him in the shoulder, I laugh, "Hey, I give good gifts!"
"Man, a distributor cap for my Suburban is not a good gift."
Sam eyes me and I shrug, "What? You needed it."
"I can get it from our wholesaler for well below cost, which is what I know you did, you cheap ass." Sam elbows me as he stands from the chair.
"True, but it's the thought that counts," I chuckle as I stand too, ready to go patrol so I can get home to Lillah.
Sam shakes his head, "Get out of my shop and go think about a better present for me for Christmas while you patrol. Your brother deserves more than a distributor cap."
"Fine, but I expect something better than a puzzle from the dollar store," I wave over my shoulder as I leave the office. "Later, Bro!"
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I rush home from work that evening, anxious to see Lillah after being apart all day. Monday's are the worst so far, after spending the weekend with her, I hate going back to being separated all day by work. Thinking of work reminds me of Paul earlier and I'm suddenly interested to find out how Rachel was on her first day back from their honeymoon. I leap on the porch, bypassing the stairs and pull the front door open. When I enter the house I hear female voices coming from the direction of the kitchen so I follow the sound.
"Enough talk about my honeymoon and you being engaged. Let's get to the good stuff. How was the sex? Amazing, I'm sure. Were you unable to walk for days? Have you tried any fun positions yet? You know, as much as I love seeing Paul when we make love, it feels so good when he bends me over and just pounds me." Rachel's voice floats to me as I reach the doorway into the kitchen. I'm not surprised she's here, since it's more private for them to talk here than at school. If I didn't know better, if I didn't see the way she and Paul moon over one another and are all mushy and cuddly, I'd think she was some sort of nympho. My eyes land on Lillah's face first, she has it turned slightly and her cheeks are bright red; she looks beautiful.
Leave it to her to want details... and to give details.
"Rachel," Lillah gasps her friend's name and then giggles a little. Before either of them can say more I make my presence known by clearing my throat as I walk over to Lillah.
"Hi, beautiful," leaning down to her I kiss first her flushed cheeks then her soft mouth. When I finally release her I turn to Rachel, "Welcome back. How's it feel to be married?"
"Amazing," she says smugly. "I hear you'll be experiencing it yourself first-hand in a few weeks. Be prepared for Paul and I to get even with you two for upstaging our wedding."
"We didn't upstage it. I waited until after the wedding to tell her," I slide into the seat next to Lillah, not really upset with Rachel, but not wanting to get into an argument.
"Hmph. You should have told everyone, including Lillah, way before my wedding. But whatever, it's done now." Rachel smiles, but there is still a look that worries me in her eyes. I need to talk to Paul and Jacob about controlling her during the wedding.
Lillah leans against my chest, whispering, "Did you ask Paul today about being in the wedding?"
"I didn't really get a chance. Rach, do you mind mentioning it to him?" I don't have the heart to mention in front of Rachel the reason I didn't say anything was because I was afraid Paul would rip my head off if I even looked at him wrong today.
Rachel waves her hand, "No problem." Checking her watch she grins, "I should get going, I need to go meet my husband when he gets home from work. Later kids." She turns to walk out but speaks as she leaves, "I want details tomorrow, Lillah. You better come prepared."
Once I hear the front door slam I turn back to Lillah, pulling her into my lap to greet her properly. When we pull back from the kiss she is still blushing but she look happy, "How was your day?"
"It was fine, normal school day. Mom called me about wanting to get a caterer. I told her no, that we are doing a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, including everyone bringing a dish, for our reception. She just sighed into the phone. I told her she could have a caterer prepare her dish and she seemed a little happier." She gives a small eye roll then leans against me, "I'm almost afraid of what she'll bring."
"Don't worry, whatever she brings will be eaten. We will have at least a dozen hungry wolves here that will eat anything." Kissing her forehead I whisper, "Did she talk to you about anything other than the wedding?"
"Nope. She is still searching for someone to make our cake and deliver it here to Forks, on Thanksgiving." She sighs then looks up at me, "I'm almost tempted to tell her not to worry about it, which I know will upset her, but it's not worth the hassle. I was talking with Emily over lunch and she mentioned us making the cake."
"I know you and Emily could make an amazing cake, I just don't want you stressing over it," I whisper against her ear, nipping at it slightly.
She closes her eyes, leaning her head against my shoulder, "I'm more stressed right now not knowing what will happen about a cake. Baking doesn't stress me out, it calms me. Almost as much as being in your arms calms me." She kisses the side of my neck, "I missed you today."
"I missed you too. I didn't mean for Rachel to run out, I could have given you two some privacy to talk," my fingers kneed at her neck and shoulders, trying to help her relax.
"No, it's fine." She moans my name softly, sounding like a cat purring as my fingers move, massaging gently down then back up her spine. When I pause at her lower back, just above her ass she mumbles her enjoyment.
"What was Rachel like back at school today?" I speak softly, letting my fingers slide forward to move underneath her shirt.
Lillah's mouth moves to my neck, nipping at the skin below my ear as she whispers, "Fine. Was there any reason why you couldn't talk to Paul today?"
I do my best to focus on her words, but her mouth on my skin is distracting me. "Because Paul was a complete asshole all day. He kept biting everyone's head off, he drove us nuts."
"That's weird," Lillah leans back from me, her head twisted slightly. "Rachel said they had a great time. Barely left the hotel room," she grins at me. "Promise we will get to have a week straight of no interruptions like that on our honeymoon and I'll be happy."
"You don't want to go somewhere exotic?" I ask, suddenly very interested in her ideas for our honeymoon.
"It might be nice to be able to open the curtains and see a beautiful view out the window, but I'm more concerned with the view of you naked in bed with me for a week. A Monday where we don't have to be separated sounds amazing. Oh, and room service, we definitely need room service, because I don't want to have to leave our room."
"I think I can handle that." I grin wickedly, wiggling my eyebrows.
She giggles them lightly brushes her lips against mine, "I'll talk to Rachel tomorrow about Paul, see what's going on. Until then, since we don't have room service here, what do you want for dinner?"
"How about something easy? Spaghetti?" I suggest, not wanting to spend a lot of time on dinner tonight. I give her a small wink before letting my fingers brush softly against the underside of her breasts, "You can be my dessert tonight."
"Works for me, you are my dessert every night." She gives me a brief hug, nibbling on my ear for just a second before moving from my lap. We make quick work of dinner, preparing it together just like always. I'm smiling like an idiot when I see her plate; there is still salad there, like last time, but now it's more like half spaghetti, half salad on her plate.
She shakes her head at me when I glance up at her, "You don't have to keep checking what I eat. I got the message from Kim, and you."
I don't say anything, just smile at her. She rolls her eyes but turns in her seat, propping her legs in my lap as she eats. Once we finish, I offer to clean the kitchen while she goes to change. She walks back into the kitchen wearing a sweatshirt and yoga pants, looking adorable and tiny. The wolf in me wants to pick her up and take her into the living room; bend her over the couch like Rachel was talking about earlier and just bury myself in her until we both cum. However, I manage to push him aside for now, focusing on our task.
We make our way out to the garage, deciding to start going through my boxes from Paul and Rachel's house; dividing the things I want to keep and the things I don't. As we unpack I come across things from my childhood and I find myself telling her stories. Most of them involve me being mischievous and making my mom insane with worry; I was a typical little boy, a daredevil from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Most of the things I tell Lillah make her laugh and she tells me she has a clear vision of what I must have been like growing up. She also feels for my mother having to raise a hellion like me.
"She was great; I wish you could have met her," I look up at her with a sad smile on my face. I can't help but be reminded how much Lillah is like my own mother. They would have loved one another, I have no doubt.
"I wish I could have met her too, Embry; I'm happy to talk to you about her, whenever you want or need to. I promise we'll always keep her alive in our home," she assures me and I pull her to my side, unable to stop the urge to bury my face in her neck and just inhale her scent. The part of me that is dying to have her be pregnant is disappointed when I just smell her, no matter how intoxicating her scent is. Not wanting her to know what I'm doing, I try to relax. Of course, having her next to me achieves that more than anything in my life ever has.
"Thank you, baby. I love you," I whisper before lifting my head and kissing her softly. She looks up at me, a smile on her face as she whispers her love for me.
"I have an idea, something that I thought might- make you happy. Feel free to tell me no if you don't like it," her words trail off and she seems unsure of herself for the first time in a long while.
"Ok? I'm sure you couldn't have an idea that I dislike," I promise her so she'll continue.
"What if we- use your mom's name for one of our- future kids? If we ever have a little girl, it might be nice to use her name. I mean- I'd like for Lee to live on through our daughter."
I gently lift her chin, my lips passing over hers softly before speaking, "When we have a little girl, not if, and I'd love to use my mom's name." I hesitate for just a moment before pressing on, "I've been thinking too, about how you mentioned your grandmother's name. Since she meant so much to you, it might be nice to use her name too, when we have a little girl."
Lillah snuggles up against my chest but I can feel her laughing softly, "Are we really talking about baby names?"
"You brought it up," I remind her, kissing the top of her head.
She props her chin against my chest and laughs, "I know, I'm just surprised we are both thinking about this."
I shrug my shoulders like it's nothing, because I am already anticipating my future with Lillah. "My mother would have been so excited for her name to live on through a grandchild," I whisper against Lillah's mouth. "I have something to confess," her head pops up and she looks a little alarmed so I hurriedly go on. "I've had dreams about you and a little girl... named Halona."
"Really? That's-," Lillah pauses. I'm unable to tell how she's feeling so I remain quiet, letting her process this information.
She rests her head against my chest, "I'm sure it's just because we were talking about my grandmother and the Third Wife the other night."
"Maybe," I'm still not sure how she is feeling about this, but I decide not to explain my discussion with Sam just yet. "Or the spirits were trying to give me a kick in the ass," I tell her sheepishly.
This makes her laugh, "Now, that I can believe." She turns, giving me a soft smile, "I've had some pretty crazy dreams, Em. Before we met, I never would have believed half of the things I've witnessed, let alone, dreamed." She laughs, seemingly at herself, "If anyone would have ever told me this is how my life would turn out, I would have said they were crazy. People don't just turn into wolves and spirits don't send us dreams of our future. I know differently now."
"The spirits work in mysterious ways, but I don't plan to question them, not ever. Especially now that I have you in my life." Her soft lips move to mine and she whispers "I love you" against them before I deepen the contact. I shove away the box we've been going through and pull her into my lap, cupping her ass in my hands and holding her tight against me.
I pull away to give us both the chance to breathe and my voice is raspy when I speak, "What do you say we save the rest of the unpacking for another day?" My lips hover over hers as her eyes flutter closed and her head nods lightly. Her light panting breaths are drowned out by the moan that bubbles up in her chest when our lips make contact again. I stand, lifting Lillah with me and she wraps her legs around my waist. Carrying her from the garage, I pause when we pass the doorway to the living room.
She looks up at me and giggles, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm trying to decide if I want to make love you in our bedroom or bend you over the sofa and fuck you," I admit, glancing down at her.
Her entire body shivers in my arms and she barely manages to choke out, "Sofa."
Ah, thank fuck. She said exactly what I'd hoped.
Carrying her, over I sit her on the edge of the couch arm, my mouth latching onto hers with intensity. Her mouth is hot on mine, her tongue pressing against my own, stroking gently in a rhythm she sets herself. My hands grip her hips, pulling her against me in time with our mouths. The strokes of her body against mine torture me; it's amazing to feel the things her body does to mine, especially since I never thought I would have this with her.
Pulling my mouth away from Lillah's I kiss my way down her chin, to her neck and then over to the spot just below her jaw. Nipping at her skin playfully I grin again when I hear her moan, goose bumps popping up on the skin under my tongue as I pull it into my mouth, sucking gently.
Her thighs tighten around me, pulling me closer to her while her heels dig into my ass. I press my dick into her, knowing that she's already getting wet from our kisses. I can feel the heat of her through the cotton pants she's wearing and it makes me harder, knowing I'm going to be pushing into her soon. My hands move from her hips to the waist band of her pants, dipping below the elastic until I can cup her silky flesh in my hands.
"Sexiest ass," I mutter against the skin of Lillah's neck and she rewards me with that giggle I love so much.
Her hands run up my back and into my hair, tugging it until I lift my face to look at her. She's biting down on her bottom lip, her eyelids heavy with need and I'm left with zero doubt what it is she's after. My beautiful woman wants to be fucked. I feel a vibration begin to build in my chest and it surfaces as a low growl. I typically suppress my predatory and possessive side, but knowing what she wants tonight, I know I won't be able to hold myself back tonight.
Wrapping one arm around Lillah's waist I use the other hand to tug at her pants, helping her quickly free her body of them. I pull the cotton of her panties down along with the pants, moving them down her delicious thighs, over her knees and off of her calves.
"How am I always the one that gets naked first?" she asks, looking up at me through her lashes. I can't help the broad grin that spreads across my face. Releasing her I reach back to pull my shirt up and over my head then toss it on the floor. Next are my pants; I flip the button open then unzip them, anxious to get myself out of my confines. My dick is killing me, trapped behind the denim of my jeans.
"Better?" I ask and raise my eyebrows in question. Lillah doesn't say anything; her mouth just works open and closed a few times before she moans a "mmm" while looking down at me. Seeing that she is distracted I reach out, gripping the tail of her sweatshirt in my hand. Her arms automatically lift when I move the shirt up her torso and it reaches her tits. After I've discarded it I stand there looking down at her. She's wearing something I've never seen before; a lacy peach colored bra with a tiny light blue bow nestled between her breasts. Her nipples are hard beneath the fabric and I watch as my hand reaches up to gently stroke one tight pebble with the back of my fingers.
Once all of our clothes are discarded I stop wasting my time and do what I really want; like take her breasts in my hands and pinch her nipples. Or run my hands down her stomach, to the incredible spot between her legs. I watch her body shutter and quake against mine and it turns me on more. She's so beautiful and sexy; everything about her draws me in, makes me need her. She gasps when I lift her quickly, standing her in front of me so I can lean down to kiss her roughly. I can't stand there for too long because she presses her body to mine, my hard on trapped against her belly while she twists her hips against me.
Unable to wait any longer I spin her around, keeping my hands on her waist so she doesn't lose her balance. I pull her against my chest, one arm around her smooth stomach while the other moves lightly over each of her breasts, teasing lovingly. Her moans grow louder and when her hips jerk against mine hard I swear my cock might break in half; I move down her stomach and over her hip until I am cupping her in my hand. She's hot and wet and we both moan at the contact of my fingers on her body, pushing into her, stroking her body into a frenzy.
"Embry," she grumbles and I laugh, my mouth next to her ear so she can hear me clearly.
"You want me to fuck you, baby?" I ask and the only thing she can do is nod her head rapidly.
I move my hand from her pussy, gripping her hip while I unwrap my other arm from around her torso. My fingers stroke up her back until they reach the nape of her neck, twisting her hair around my hand before I gently push her. She automatically leans forward, her arms resting on the couch cushion like we've done this a dozen times. I run a hand over the curve of her ass, appreciating the pale skin as her hips twitch with every caress. Seeing her this way is a whole new experience. It takes every bit of my strength not to pound into her without a second thought.
My hands move up her back, tickling her spine as I step closer, allowing the head of my dick to touch her. She stands on her tip toes, lifting her hips up to meet me. I grin as I watch her body arch, asking me to fill her. No way could I ever deny either of us, the arousal pumping through both of our veins intoxicates me.
I place my hands on her hips, gripping them with my fingers to stop her movements so I can give both of us what we want. Moving a hand around I cradle her abdomen to support her weight when her legs eventually give out. She whimpers when I move the head of my dick against her pussy, swiping it along her slick opening, coating myself with her arousal, torturing us both. She struggles to press her hips back against me but I don't allow her to move.
The sounds that are echoing in the room around us nearly push me over the edge. I begin to slide into her and I'm rewarded with the rapid beat of her heart and the shallow breaths that catch in her throat. She is so beautiful like this, making it hard for me to control myself. She surprises me when a feminine growl escapes her and I know then I'm playing with fire this time; she wants no more teasing, and I have to agree with her.
When I finally take her fully I'm not so gentle, pushing into her fast and hard. We both moan and my body doubles over from the intensity of having her this way. It's always amazing when she surrounds me with her tight heat but this new angle is unlike anything else we've done. My hands tighten into fists and my body shakes with the battle that is raging inside of me. Even though I know it's what she wants, I'm afraid if I pound into her too hard, I'll hurt her with my strength.
Shifting my hips I barely pull out of her then before the whimper that is building in her chest can escape, I push back into her, a little faster this time. Her hips lifting as high as I'll allow are like an invitation for me to do it again. One of my hands runs up her stomach, palming one of her breasts while the other hand helps keep her balanced. I nose her hair out of the way and begin kissing the back of her neck, sucking at her salty skin before I move down her spine. Once I'm standing I once again place both hands on her hips, using the curves of her body to hold her while I pull my dick back out. Her body tightens around me, trying to draw me back in but I don't let her succeed.
Just as the tip of my head pulls out of her my hips jerk forward, plunging so deep I swear I'm not able to see where I end or she begins. My eyes are drawn to the spot between our bodies and I can't look away; watching her body under mine, hearing the whimpers of my name, it all keeps me going, harder, faster.
She uses her arms on the couch cushions as leverage to push her hips back to meet mine. Every time I think I've gone too far, I've hurt her, she cries out my name, begging me for more. Moving one hand back to her stomach, I slide the other back up to her hair, wrapping her silky strands in my fingers and pulling gently. She screams and I can feel her pussy tightening around me more, her body nearing its breaking point. Leaning over her, I tug her hair until she turns her face up to meet mine. Her lips move against mine at the same choppy rhythm as her hips. Pulling back from her I manage to growl out, "I fucking love you, so much."
When I slam into her again, her entire body begins to quiver around me and for the first time, I can't control myself any longer. The animal takes over, pushing me to overwhelm her; my teeth sink into her shoulder, my fingers on her stomach move to find her clit, and I pull her back to me just as I thrust my hips forward. My animal side is fucking proud of himself as I watch her explode around me, but I'm unable to watch for more than a few seconds because her pussy is squeezing my own orgasm out of me. I can't even pull myself out, my hips barely moving against her as I let go of my control.
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I'm impressed with myself when I realize I've managed to both remain standing and keep Lillah propped up. Unable to move far, I slowly scoop her up in my arms and sit down on the very cushions she was just propping herself up on. The only sound in the room is our labored breathing. After a few minutes I manage to choke out, "Did I hurt you?"
Unable to look at her, I cringe as I prepare myself for the worst. "Are you kidding?" My head shoots up at her words and I'm stunned to find her smiling at me. Her fingernails scrape along my cheeks as she speaks, "Em, baby, I know I'm not a big, bad, wolf like you, but I won't break. That was- amazing; different, but amazing just like every other time."
"Are you sure you aren't in pain?" I hate myself for even having to ask this, but I'd hate myself more if she was in pain because of me and I didn't help her to feel better.
Her lips move over mine, teasing as she whispers, "I'm fine, I promise, but I wouldn't turn down a bath with my Wolf Charming."
Shaking my head at her silly nickname for me, I manage to gather all my strength to carry her into bathroom. We stay in the bath until the water cools so much that there are goosebumps popping up on her shoulders. We get settled in the bed and she curls up against me. Just before she falls asleep I hear her whisper, "Em, don't get any thoughts. We will be doing that again. Soon."
I suppress the chuckle that bubbles up at her words. She knows me so damn well. Leaning over her I whisper, "Don't worry, baby. I'd never dream of telling you 'no'."
"Good boy," she mumbles sleepily and I shake my head at her "dog" reference. As much as I want to protest, I know all I want to be for the rest of her life is her "good boy".
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A/N: We've been posting pictures and things on our tumblr so be sure to check that out! There's Lillah's ring and pictures of Lillah and Embry's house. http:/stupidleeches[dot]tumblr[dot]com. We also post NSFW things so watch out!
Just a heads up, we are taking a week off for Christmas/New Year's, but will be back to our normal schedule on Tuesday, January 4. Merry Christmas & Happy New Year to everyone! - NKR & WH