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Pairing: E/B endgame, but wolfpack fans will like the beginning
Rating: Are you kidding?
Setting: College AU
All standard disclaimers apply
Bella stretches slowly. Her body doesn't recognize the mattress underneath her, but waking in an unfamiliar bed neither surprises nor scares her. She extends her body, from the tips of her pointed toes to the ends of her outstretched fingers, luxuriating in the cool sheet below her, the cool air above. The pillow under her head smells like masculine shampoo, the soft sweetness of an early morning breeze stealing through the window. She can't define the season clearly—it's the very end of August, either late summer or early fall, the days still blazing hot but the sultry nights beginning to gentle, the mornings sweeter, more forgiving. It's a time for new beginnings, and she can sense in her bones that one is upon her now. What kind and how disruptive it will be, she doesn't yet know. Only that she can feel the shift as clearly as she felt Sam phase last night.
The mattress below her moves. As she slowly wakes, her senses coming back into focus, Bella feels the hot male presence at her side. Only one—without even opening her eyes, she knows this. One body, one scent, one desire. Now that her desperate hunger has eased, she's better able to pay attention to the cues of her senses. The wolf strokes his broad hands down her back, hands almost as hot as her own skin. It's delicious, his not-so-subtle attempt at foreplay. She can feel his libido pressing back at her fire just as clearly as she feels his cock pressing against her ass. She lets her body go limp and willing, the sound of birdsong and a distant leafblower trickling through the open window as he folds those big hands over the smooth knobs of her hipbones, adjusting her how he wants her. She rolls fluidly with his touch; he turns her onto her belly. She stretches her arms out under the pillow, under her head, exhaling a deep, sweet breath as he wedges his hips between her sprawled legs and enters her.
Oh, yes. Fuck, yes. The wolf with her—Jacob again, by the smell of him—is a typical frat boy and doesn't even bother to check whether she's fully awake before shoving his dick in her. It's crass and caveman and she loves it, even though she knows she shouldn't. She loves the sweet stretch of her slick cunt in the cool morning, his cock big and thick as it glides so sweetly within her. His hands fall to her ass, squeezing firmly as he groans. She's deliciously sore after last night, and this wolf-boy's version of gentle—which isn't terribly gentle—feels just about perfect.
"God, that ass." He releases her right cheek only to smack it soundly. "I'll never get tired of it."
She knows. This one's an ass guy, and she has a nice one. Not big, but round and firm, the kind of muscular shape most human girls would spend hours in the gym trying to perfect. She smiles lazily into the mattress as he spanks her again, the light sting sending sizzling heat straight to her core.
"Your ass is so red after last night, baby doll. So perfect."
She knows; she can feel the lingering ache when he gropes and swats her cheeks. That might turn more hesitant men off, but not her wolves. They know what she craves. She can't remember specifically telling this one, but they have that weird mind-meld thing going on with each other. What one knows, eventually they all know. She draws her knees up under her, lifting her ass and giving Jake a better angle. He rumbles appreciatively and his cock drives deeper, making her toes curl. Yes. Just like that. She loves his long strokes, how he pushes into her hard and fast only to slowly withdraw, his big hands nearly swallowing her hips.
"You really shouldn't run again. Don't we treat you good? Give you everything you need?"
Bella ignores his rambling. She likes his cock much better than his words. He reaches under her to palm a breast, running his thumb over the tight nipple. She's sore there, too, and she loves it. Last night was a very successful homecoming, even if she does say so herself. She doubts any of the wolves would disagree.
Well, except Leah. But that's another story.
"Still hungry, baby?"
She hums her agreement without opening her eyes. She's not starving anymore, but yes, she's still hungry. She's always hungry. Or maybe it's more accurate to say she can always eat. This morning the raw hunger that dulled her senses and left her prickly-tempered has calmed, but she'll gladly take breakfast from Jake...and maybe a few of his brothers later, too. Desire kindles low in her belly and reaches its delicate, beautiful tendrils of flame into her blood. Her skin sings where he touches her, his need heavy and heady on the air. She inhales it, absorbs it through her very being, fueling the fire at her heart. A shiver runs down her spine and her thighs tremble; Jake responds instinctively to the change in her scent, his cock swelling within her and his hands growing rougher, more urgent.
God, this cock feels just right within her, the wet slide as he pushes deep and then retreats, the thickness dragging over her g-spot, his brawny torso covering her frame. She grabs the hand squeezing her breast and moves his arm, shoving his fingers down between her legs. He chuckles, taking her hint, and fumbles for her clit as he props his weight up on his other arm. She rolls her clit against his fingers, fucking back against him with a smooth, rolling motion, like waves on the shore. His desire is delicious and she drinks it in greedily, freely giving her own in return. It's something the man fucking her can sense—her scent, her liquid heat—though he'll never be able to feed from it as she does. He feels the urge to devour anyway; he licks her jaw, hungry for the taste of her skin on his tongue. His mouth settles at the juncture of her shoulder and throat and his jaw closes firmly around skin and muscle. In human form his teeth can't harm her, but he's lost to the primal urge her flame ignites.
Good. So is she. Her body twists as the squeezing pain of his bite flares through her and she fucks herself back into his thick cock, rolling her swollen clit against his fingers, his precum soaking into her, absorbed into her body. That's not pumpkin spice latte anymore, not a frivolous little sugar kick, but the appetizer for a true meal. Her muscles shudder and begin to lock tight as everything in her tenses, pleasure melting into need, deep and hazy and desperate. When she comes, she's going to take him with her. She can tell by the erratic pace of his thrusts, the way his breath stutters from him, hot and harsh in her ear. Her shoulder throbs dully from that bite, but her clit throbs harder and this is the more salient sensation. She whimpers as her body clamps down, hovering just at the delicious edge of the precipice.
"Fuck, this sweet little cunt is everything, baby." He licks the little indentations his teeth made in her flesh. His thrusts become harder but more irregular, jerky and spasmodic. "Oh, fuck," he groans. "Where do you want it?"
That's the stupidest question she's ever heard from these wolves, and that's saying something. "In me," she manages to grate out as her body tips sweetly over the edge. "Where else?" She's not a fucking human and does not want to be painted with that shit. But her irritation at him dissolves almost as suddenly as it appeared, pleasure sweeping every other sensation out of her body, her mind. Oh, that's really, really good, and honestly, who cares how dumb his questions are when he can make her feel like this? Her eyes squeeze shut and a strangled cry leaves her throat; she holds Jake's wrist in an iron grip so he doesn't move his hand and ruin this orgasm. She rubs herself shamelessly against his fingers as pleasure cascades through her, burning in her blood. The sweet-hot scent of her own sex is joined a moment later by his salty male tang as he comes with a sharp grunt, his ejaculate flooding her pussy. He thrusts hard, pushing deep and holding there for a long moment, that scent and the deep satisfaction of his cum inside her triggering a second orgasm which lights from the first, deeper and rounder, eclipsing her whole body. Her internal muscles clench and release in waves she can't control, milking him firmly for what he can give her.
"Oh, hell," he groans, locked deep inside her. "Oh, motherfucking hell. So good, baby. So good."
She knows. She is, and honestly, he's not bad either. She's had much, much worse, and this was an excellent way to wake up. She finally releases him, her body going slack and boneless, liquid and replete. She slumps against the mattress, falling to her side in a little ball as he withdraws, her body already swiftly absorbing the fluid he left within her, metabolizing it as a human metabolizes sugar, transforming raw desire into living energy.
"Umf. Morning," she manages as Jacob moves off of her. As his sweaty bulk retreats, the cool air of the morning once again kisses her skin. She likes that cooler touch and rolls onto her back, opening herself to the light breeze along her sweat-slick skin.
Jake grins at her as she finally opens her eyes. He's not grouchy at all despite the early hour—nor should he be, she figures, considering he just got pussy for his morning wood instead of his own hand. "Good morning to you, too." His blunt finger traces over the spot where he bit her. There's no mark, she can already tell; just the slight impression of his teeth, which will fade in a few minutes. His finger bumps over her collarbone and traces down the midline of her chest, until he reaches her breasts. He squeezes one gently, playing with the nipple. "Fuck, you have the best tits."
She snorts lightly. She does have a pretty nice rack, but even she will never understand the male obsession with it.
"You okay?" His hand moves to her other breast, gentle now as he playfully palms her. "I didn't mean to get carried away and actually bite you."
She chuckles low and pushes his hand away, slowly sitting up. "I'm great. That's my version of a power breakfast."
Jacob laughs. "So what was last night, then? Steak and potatoes?"
"Nah. Last night was a fucking Vegas-style buffet." She rubs her eyes with the heels of her hands and runs her fingers through her messy hair. She's actually surprised she's awake so soon after a night like that. Often she sleeps straight through the next day, her body too frantic to metabolize everything she's absorbed to bother with little things like consciousness. But she feels good today. Not desperately hungry like before, and not as drunk and groggy as she often feels after indulging to that degree.
"You sore?"
"Not too bad." She lifts her arms up over her head and stretches indulgently, feeling Jacob's eyes staring firmly at her tits. She rolls her eyes internally and says nothing. "Thanks for letting me crash with you." She actually doesn't remember ending up in his bed, but she also doesn't care. That's the main reason she returned to the wolves, after all—she needed somewhere safe, somewhere she could let her guard down. They know her. They know what she is, how she functions, and they're happy to give her what she needs in return for the pleasure she shares.
"Any time. You know that." Jacob leans over and kisses her forehead, which she doesn't expect. He also gropes her again, which she does. "You need more breakfast? I'll be up for another round in a minute. Or do you want—" His words cut short as the phone on his nightstand begins to vibrate. He picks it up, frowning. "Put that offer on hold, baby doll. Sam says there's a pack meeting in half an hour. He wants you there, too."
Half an hour is plenty of time for another round or two with Jacob, considering how quickly he blows. But it's not enough time for another round and a shower, which is what she actually wants in this moment. "You go find your own breakfast," she says, climbing from his bed. "I want a shower. I don't need a babysitter, I know my way around."
"I know you do. I'm just glad you're back." He swats her ass when she rises, and the little pop of pleasure at the sting makes her giggle like he tickled her.
"I'm glad to be back." And she is. She truly is. She may not really remember Jake—she doesn't remember any of them specifically, except the pack leader—but taken as a whole she likes these wolves better than ordinary human men. With them, she doesn't have to hide what she is. They know and they don't care. She doesn't believe anyone else in the world would feel the same.
The big, dormitory-style bathroom is cleaner than she expects. The frat must employ a cleaning service, because she's never known males this age—or any age, really—to be good about keeping a bathroom clean. She uses Jake's body wash and Embry's shampoo to scrub clean. They won't mind until she figures out where she's living, how long she's staying, and gets her own shit together. None of the boys seem to own conditioner, but she shrugs this off. One day without won't kill her.
In the tiled shower stall she inspects her body carefully. Everything she can see looks fine, and nothing feels more than a little sore. She has no bruises that she can tell, though her ass feels tender as the hot water sluices over her cheeks. The pack belted her good last night, after the party wound down and the guests left, when it was just her and the wolves again. Sam said it was punishment for disappearing without a word, but they all knew better. She loves impact play, loves the thud and sting of a wooden paddle or hard leather against her ass, and belting her until her buttocks welt is no punishment at all. By that time she was drunk on desire, having taken so many loads in her cunt and ass and throat, even licked two of the bolder girls who weren't afraid to admit they wanted her to, swallowing down their pleasure as eagerly as she swallows male cum.
She's fine today, her body no worse for the wear and her senses and mood back where they should be. She's been accused in the past of being a prickly bitch, but really that's only when she's hungry, same as anyone with the equivalent of low blood sugar. It's one of the first warning signs that she's gone without for too long. As she shuts off the water and reaches for a towel from the clean stack, she tells herself she just has to remember not to let her situation get so dire. She can't go without sustenance any more than a human can. Bad things happen when she tries, and not always just to herself.
She combs her damp hair quickly but otherwise forgoes any attempt at preening. The only lotion these boys have is by their bedsides, and there's nothing in this bathroom resembling decent hair or skincare products. It doesn't matter. Unlike human women, she doesn't need any of it. She tucks her hair behind her ears and drops the towel, padding back to Jake's room bare. Her body temperature is hotter than a human's and her hair will dry quickly, and she doesn't care who sees her. But Sam won't like her disrupting his meeting by walking downstairs in her birthday suit, so she dutifully steals a Pacific Grove University tshirt from Jake's closet. She's small and he's huge: the neck falls off one shoulder and the hem reaches her knees. It's longer than most of the skirts she owns. She grins at that, then pads barefoot down the stairs.
She senses the wolves before she sees them, her nose sensitized to the scent of their male energy, young and virile. The heat of their bodies leads her like a leash and she enters the huge living area which takes up most of the ground floor of the frat house. Twelve of the fourteen resident brothers have already assembled, obedient to their alpha's command. Some older members, those who have graduated or wolves who never attended the university, live elsewhere, if she remembers correctly. They're all still subservient to Sam, as they were to his father before him. Bella neither understands the patriarchal power structure of this pack, nor cares. She's not joining it, so it really means nothing to her.
"There you are." Sam beckons to her from the arm of a huge leather couch.
She approaches him willingly, aware of the eyes of the other wolves on her. She's bare under Jake's shirt, and her nipples tighten in reaction to their stares. Even after last night, they're still hungry, too.
"Come here." Sam's hands are gentle—for him—as he stands and bends her over the arm of the sofa. He lifts the hem of her shirt, exposing the curve of her ass. "Spread for me, baby doll. I want to make sure we didn't harm you last night."
"You didn't," she says, but opens her legs willingly just the same. She can't see her backside or her pussy without the help of a mirror, but she can feel them just fine. She's deliciously sore, but unhurt.
His callused hand glides over her buttocks and dips between, tracing her smooth, hairless lips and the tender wetness they hide. She whimpers in soft appreciation. Sam may not be the nicest guy, but she really likes his hands.
"You're right," he agrees, removing his touch, which earns him a little whine of displeasure from her. He chuckles at her ready need. "You're red, but no more than that. I expected you to be bruised to hell."
"I'm tough."
"You are," he agrees, but then he frowns. He lifts her shirt higher, exposing more of her back. "What's this?" He traces two fingertips across a spot that does, now that he mentions it, feel like a bruise, just below her left shoulder blade.
Bella hesitates. Once he touched it, she knew exactly how that mark got there. But she's not sure she wants to tell him. That was the spot where the pretty stranger bumped her with his shoulder last night. She's not really a fan of the man Sam called Cullen, but she also doesn't want the alpha wolf murdering him in cold blood over a little bump. "That was just me," she lies, not for her own sake or Cullen's, but because she doesn't want that blood on Sam's hands. "I backed up against the corner of a dresser last night, that's all."
Sam seems to accept this. He rubs the bruised spot once with his thumb, then draws her shirt back down.
Sam is no cuddler and he's in no mood to play right now, so Bella removes herself to the bigger leather sectional, where five wolves already lounge. Two of them lift their arms, beckoning her down; she picks the closer lap, turning to the side and tossing her bare legs over the next wolf. Hard arms circle her waist. She doesn't recognize the face right away but she knows the scent of both his skin and his shampoo. Embry.
"Morning, little bird," he says, his mouth pressing a kiss to her temple. His fingers find her chin and she obeys the gentle tug, turning her head and slanting her mouth against his. He tastes like man and coffee and toothpaste, and it's delicious. His tongue strokes hers sensually, his hands hard on her waist. Someone else's hand circles her ankle, his hand so big his fingers overlap as he cups the delicate joint.
Sam clears his throat, and Bella reluctantly breaks the kiss. Fine. She'll quit being a distraction and let Sam talk for now. But she doesn't have to like it. She can feel Embry's erection against her thigh and fuck, she wants it. Yes, she already had breakfast, but she doesn't believe she can ever have too much of a good thing.
Jacob and another wolf enter from the kitchen, balancing bowls of cereal and bananas in their hands, bringing the total in the room to fourteen wolves and one Bella. A full house. Jake's eyes search the room for her. They darken when he finds her on Embry's lap. She's not sure why. Human men get jealous all the time, but she thought these wolves knew better. When she's here she's here for the pack, not any one member. That's not how packs function, and not how she functions. She belongs to no one.
"Now that we're all here, I have a few announcements to make," Sam says, leaning against the wood-paneled wall. Like most of the wolves, he remains shirtless. Bella loves it every bit as much as they love her topless. She watches Sam with appreciation, and a smile she doesn't bother to hide touches her soft mouth as Embry's hand slides to the inside of her thigh, gripping the lean muscle and soft skin firmly.
"First, as you're all well aware by now, our Bella's back in town," Sam continues.
A round of hoots and applause greets his words. Bella snickers and blows a kiss at the assembled men. Embry's hand rises higher on her leg.
"Seth, as the only freshman in the house, I should have warned you before last night. That was my bad; I got carried away," Sam says, with a small nod to the baby-faced giant at the end of the sectional.
"Are you kidding?" The boy grins. "Last night was awesome!"
Sam snorts. "Duh. But did anyone explain it to you?"
"What's there to explain? When a hot chick with no hangups suddenly appears, I don't ask questions."
Sam looks like a tired but tolerant uncle watching a little kid's antics. Bella smirks, letting her legs shift wider as Embry's hand slides closer to what he wants. Does he think he's being sneaky? That's cute. The minute he touches her clit, everyone in the room will know. They're too sensitive not to.
"Bella's a—well." Sam frowns. "What term do you prefer?" he asks, turning to her. "I know you don't like succubus any more than we like werewolf."
Seth's sweet eyes widen. "Those things are real?" He glances cautiously at Bella. "How much of the legends are true? Did you steal my soul last night?"
She grins wickedly. "Does it feel like I stole your soul?"
"Nah. But how would I know? My sister Leah says just living in this house might do it."
Bella snickers as Embry's fingers touch her sensitive folds, stroking her sweetly. "I don't steal souls. I'm not even convinced souls exist, and I don't care what you call me. I'm just me."
Two gentle fingertips slip between her lips, now coated in the slick liquid concealed between her legs. The tip of one finger, slippery and sweet, just barely grazes her clit. Oh, that's good. This one knows how to tease. She manages to keep her face composed, but her inner fire flickers and ignites. This is something she has no control over, and never has. The men to each side of Embry hiss as they feel her fire expand and scent her sweetness on the air. In another moment the rest of the room will, too. A finger begins at her heel and draws a slow, tantalizing line up the sensitive sole of her foot. She's not really a foot girl, but fuck, paired with Embry's fingers teasing her clit, that feels incredible.
Sam's eyes find hers for just a moment—he knows. He knows perfectly well what's going on up under the hem of that long shirt, but he doesn't choose to call Embry out yet. "Let's just say Bella's different and leave it at that," he tells Seth. "While she's here, she has the same rights any pack member's mate would. She can come and go from the house as she pleases, and she's under our protection."
Seth nods willingly, his eyes not on his alpha but on Bella. Well, on Embry's arm where it disappears under her shirt and between her legs. Those fingers push further, stroking her sensitive entrance smoothly before gliding into her, stretching her little slit sweetly. She purrs into Embry's shoulder, feeling her fire expand once more, the cock pressed against her thigh throbbing in response.
Sam groans. "Apparently no one here is capable of paying attention for two fucking minutes."
Seth's sweet freshman face grins at his alpha. "Not with a chick who smells like that in the room."
Bella's fire flares in response to his open, raw admiration. Seth sucks in a quick breath. "How do you do that?"
She shrugs. She's not doing anything; it's fully outside her control. Did she fuck that sweet-faced boy last night? Probably. It was a really long night, and a really good one. Whatever they did, he clearly enjoyed it.
"Pay attention," Sam snaps. "Or do I have to lock Bella away in the basement and make you all phase before you'll listen?"
That gets their attention. Muttered grumbling sounds from all sides, but the hands on Bella's body still. Embry doesn't withdraw, but he stops the sweet press of his fingers against her g-spot that was so deliciously distracting.
"One last note about Bella, then we're moving on to other news. What she says goes, boys, same as any other girl. There's never been a sexual assault complaint lodged against LMA, and while I'm in charge there never will be, by anyone, human or otherwise. No means no, no matter what she eats. Got it?"
The men chorus their acknowledgment, but Seth frowns, puzzled. "What do you eat?" he asks, staring at her.
She smiles at him like a cat with cream. "Cum." There's more to it than that, but she likes the reaction this answer gets.
Seth doesn't disappoint. His pretty eyes grow wide and his mouth forms a perfect little comical O of surprise. His brothers snort and laugh, and the one next to him pounds his back.
"You'll get used to it, pup," he says. "Bella's the best."
She is, too. She knows it. She rubs against Embry's erection and his fingers curl inside her, sliding deliciously against her g-spot.
"Okay, on to other announcements. If you weren't too busy drooling over Bella to notice last night, I had a meeting with one of the Cullens."
This gets their attention. Every head in the place turns toward the pack leader and all laughter stills. The room goes eerily quiet.
Bella frowns. One of the Cullens? There are more like the uptight pretty boy she met last night?
"I'm not any happier about this than you are, but they're going to be attending classes here."
"What?" Jacob and one of the other wolves demand in unison. They're not pleased. Not at all.
"I know. I know. But I can't go against both the tribal council and the university's board of trustees. I wish I could. They offered a shitload of money, the kind of money a small private college can't turn down. Five of them will be attending classes and two will be on faculty, but they won't be receiving salaries. They just want to be together and blend in as much as they can."
"Leeches like that don't deserve to blend in," Jacob says bitterly.
"They've done it without trouble for a long time, and the tribe has a treaty with them going back generations. It's out of my hands."
"Who are these Cullens?" Bella whispers in Embry's ear.
"Nothing you need to worry about. You're under our protection."
That doesn't really make her feel better. She's not afraid, she just wants to know. Just because she thinks with her pussy most of the time doesn't mean she lacks a brain, though most men tend to forget that. She sighs impatiently and rolls her pelvis against Embry's hand. He strokes her clit with his thumb, which soothes her rumpled feelings somewhat. Or, if not, it at least feels really, really good.
"Aren't you afraid of the repercussions of having more leeches around?" another wolf asks.
"I'm always concerned." Sam pushes away from the wall and begins to pace, his strides long and swift, the energy in him building and rising. Bella feels an answering surge within herself, though his agitation has nothing to do with sex. "You were away for the summer so you don't know, but there's been a string of disappearances locally. No one from campus—yet—but close enough that I'm not happy about it."
A hiss of displeasure leaves the gathered wolves. "Leeches?" one asks.
"Dunno, but that's my guess. I want to start nightly patrols around campus. There's enough woodland, plus the arboretum, that we should be able to phase and patrol without being seen. I don't want to take any chances with students back and classes about to begin."
No one argues with Sam. Bella doubts they'd win, anyway, but they don't even try. She rests her head against Embry's bare shoulder, idly watching as the wolf next to him rubs her foot, pressing his thumbs deep into her instep. Fuck, that feels really good. Not sexual, unlike Embry's hand cupping her pussy, his fingers deep within her, but good nonetheless.
"I guess that's it," Sam says, his eyes flicking toward her. "Bella, will you be attending classes?"
She shrugs her shoulders lazily. "Why not? It'll give me something to do while you're all studying."
Someone speaks up: "I bet I could study with a girl on my—" He quickly shuts his mouth when his alpha glares at him. Bella snickers.
"If that's all, you're dismissed. Enjoy your last weekend of freedom before classes start. I'll text you the patrol schedule," Sam says. "Bella, I need you for a minute."
"Sorry," she tells Embry, kissing his mouth softly in apology as she slips from his lap. These wolves have all suffered blue balls from her before and they will again; that's life.
"Alpha has all the luck." He slips his fingers in his mouth, the fingers that were just inside her, licking away her sweetness.
"No," Sam says, gathering her close, "alpha just gets what he wants. Luck has nothing to do with it."
Bella laughs, even as she can sense the tension in him. Something about these Cullens has him agitated and on edge, and she can tell by the scent of his skin, the desire hovering on his breath, that he wants to use her to release it.
Absolutely. He warned his brothers that she's in charge and no means no, but realistically, she's never wanted to deny any of them. It feels too good when they touch her. Maybe it's something to do with their more-than-human nature, she doesn't know. All she knows as Sam settles her back on the cool leather sofa, his hands behind her knees lifting her legs toward her chest, is that so far being back here is everything she hoped it would be.
Edward next chapter!
To my Romanian reviewer: that makes sense, thank you! :)
Huge thank you to all my readers and reviewers, I know I'm asking a lot of you - E/B fans to accept wolf smut, wolfpack fans to accept E/B endgame.