Chapter 238: What's going on?

Disclaimer: Implied Mature/Smut Content

It was good thing that I figured out what wolf Sam wanted when he had his teeth on my shoulder. Most likely it was probably because I read so many wattpad and fanfiction about being claimed by being bitten and through sex. However, the way I read on how it was done, it feels different when I got marked. So, what happened earlier feels weird. It feels like I am missing something, but I can't put my finger to it. We got into the house, and I saw that Embry and Paul brought everything that we bought from Seattle to the living room.

I asked, "are they here or have they left already?"

Sam sniffed the room and replied, "They left as soon as they finished bringing everything here from how stale their scent has become."

I nodded, "okay."

I said, "I think I am going to take a shower."

Sam said sheepishly, "Sorry, I know I covered you in drool."

I giggled lightly, "it's okay, Sam. I just don't want to feel sticky from the drool and to wash off the blood stains from earlier."

Sam nodded, "Okay. Imma go ahead and start making some late lunch for us."

I head straight to the bathroom because I want to see my claim mark. I took my shirt off and checked my wound out from the mirror.

Wow. It looks pretty cool to be honest. I stood there amazed over my new scar. It does look like an animal had bitten me, but it looks bright, pink as if it's been couple of days since I got bitten even though it was just few minutes ago. I think it was when Sam kept licking at it. Maybe his saliva had some healing properties that healed my scar so quickly?

It was still fascinating to look at, so I undressed and got into the shower. I took my time in the shower. As I was scrubbing my body, I was remembering how Sam was licking me. Then, I started imagining how would it feel if he had gotten lower than my chest. My heart started racing from this thought. What if he had ripped my clothes in the woods? My face started blushing even more, and I shook my head.

Okay, I need to stop. I need to get out of the shower before I start thinking anything else. I turned off the faucet, grabbed my towel to dry myself off before I get out of the shower. I got off from the shower, but I forgot to get out with my good leg instead of casted leg, so I slipped backward. With a loud bang, I hit my shoulder and head against the shower wall.

Owww. Shit. I got careless.

I groaned in pain when I heard the bathroom's door slammed open and Sam shouting, "what happened?"

My vision was blurry, but I could see outline of Sam crouching in front of me. My head pounding from the impact.

I whimpered, "I-I slipped."

I felt Sam gently picking me up, and I whimpered again from my head pounding. He helped me to stand on two feet. He was holding my waist. I was shivering from the cold, but the same time energetically. Probably my adrenaline is pumping again. I held Sam's arm with both of my arms. I tried to walk forward to lean on the bathroom's counter. I still felt a little dizzy.

Sam asked, "how are you feeling, hon?"

I said, "Uhm. Give me a minute."

I stood there. My head was hanging low as I tried to blink for my vision to some back and clenching the edge of the bathroom's counter with both of my hands. Sam had his arm around my waist. My head now was only throbbing, and finally my vision came back.

I said, "I think I be okay. I feel out of it and the back of my head feels sore."

Sam sighed in relief, "good".

I felt him pressing himself closely from the behind. We stayed in that position before the throbbing from my head became less intense. Now that I am becoming less dizzy, I was slowly becoming self-aware of our position, so I glanced our reflection in the mirror. He had his hand on my thigh. He also had another arm across my chest. He didn't squeeze my chest thankfully, but my wet curly hair was dripping all lover my back and shoulder. I was looking at him in the mirror, but he wasn't looking at me.

It didn't looked anything suspicious right. However, I noticed something when he was studying my bite mark. It was his eyes. His eyes were dilated with dark golden tint to it. It looked like there was a deep agonizing hunger look to his face, but he quickly closed eyes and leaned his head to touch my head as he let out one huge sigh.

I wanted to see what he was feeling to make that kind of expression, so I tapped into his emotions, and I got overwhelmed with multiple emotions. I could sense worry greatly, but there was another emotion that was just as strong as worry. When I kept focusing on it, it somehow got my heart racing and very warm inside. I felt something warm, poking behind me. Then it hit me.

Oh…He wants me.

When I realized that I felt like my heart stopped beating for a second. He brought me out of realization when he said softly, "I'll go get you some advil and water. Are you able to stand by yourself?"

I nodded wordlessly because I couldn't trust my own voice. He carefully let me go, but he was also not being subtle with how he was touching me. When he pulled his arm out of my chest, he made sure to graze lightly my nipples. Then, as he pulled his hand out of my thigh, he made sure to touch my ass before walking away without looking at me.

Huh. What is up with that mixed messages?

I know he knows that I am aware of his feelings. Why didn't he continue and walked away like that? Not going to lie, I kind of want Sam to keep going. When I had this thought, it shook me.

Oh, Shit. I wanted Sam just as much he wanted me..

What's going on?

I was bewildered. Was it because of the claim mark? I don't know. Maybe I shouldnt be too alarmed by it because over time, I have been desiring Sam in more romantic way….Since Kim is going to the bonfire later, I might ask her what is this. It just feels too sudden, but not forced either. I placed my hand to my blushing face.

I mentally slapped myself. Stop. I need to chill out before Sam comes back.

To keep my mind occupied, I started to brush my hair. If he is going to pass it off like there was nothing, then so will I until I ask Kim about..whatever is going on between Sam and I. I don't know if I am confident enough to go up to Sam right now and be blunt about it. I know I should, but..I just want to get another opinion.

Sam was able to give me the Advil and helped me to get dress because I didn't trust myself to put it on without slipping again. Also, I did it to keep testing Sam to see if I am just being paranoid and there wasn't nothing there, but I was wrong. There was something. He took his sweet time dressing me, and I noticed he didn't breathe as if he is trying to hold himself back from something. Then, when we finally sat down and ate lunch that Sam cooked for both of us. I noticed that Sam kept glancing at me and occasionally swallow thickly.

I didn't question it, but we discussed about decorating the house from the items that we bought from Ikea. Somehow, we ended up talking about the kitchen and cooking. I started talking about what I can cook, and Sam..the whole time he just had a dreamy look on his face as I talked animatedly about cooking.

Yeah, I knew it wasn't something to be so animated about, but I don't know. Something about showing my culture through food to Sam and the pack brings me this deep satisfaction in me. I guess I just don't want to forget where I came from. Nevertheless, we talked about chores and responsibilities in the house. Somehow, I felt like I am taking more charge of my life. I feel like I have some control of my life as we talked about it.

Even though Sam would make a statement here and there, but he was pretty agreeable. Not in a scary way because I kept checking with Sam to make sure he is okay with everything. I don't want Sam to be okay with everything to just please me. I want him to put his input too. I could feel through the bond of how happy it made Sam to see me to make his home, my home too. I was so engrossed in the conversation that I didn't realize Sam was rubbing his leg with my leg under the table. I only noticed it when I finished eating and talking.

I didn't want to show Sam my blushing face, so I got up and offered to wash his dishes so Sam can get started with decorating the house with the new decorations and furniture. As I was washing the dishes, I was deep in my thoughts regarding my behavior and Sam's behavior. I am curious how much further Sam is going to keep whatever he is doing up. I am actually feeling excited, but also anxious with how I am going to react. Should I keep letting Sam be this way, or be up front, but..I don't know. It feels like we are playing cat and mouse. Like I am the prey, and he is a predator.

Is this some sort of wolf thing?

I wonder. Does this make me weird or perverted? To want this kind of attention from Sam. I mean…if I want to be honest, I want Sam to keep touching me. To feel wanted... I don't see it as creepy as I used to in the past. I guess I have become more open to it.

Eh, lets just go with the flow.

Sam was able to get the new living room done by the time I finished drying the dishes. I was looking at the living room in awe. We got another sofa, carpet for the floor, corner tables, decorations for the walls, and a bigger flat screen TV for the pack. I picked out soft colors, so it is not neither too feminine nor too masculine. The new decorations made his living room from an obviously a guy's house to a married house. There are some light bright colors added, but not too much to the point that it looks too girly. I actually feel proud of the new house, and I knew Sam looked proud as well. He had this huge grin to his face when he showed me what he did to the living room.

We got started working on our bedroom. Sam moved a new wardrobe to the bedroom and I started working on organizing my wardrobe with new clothes that I bought for myself. At the same time, Sam worked on the bookshelf too. We were just in our own little world. Even though we didn't talk to each other despite being in the same room, it felt comfortable. For a moment, I even forgot about the subtle touch from Sam when he kissed my temple and asked, "hon, I think its time for us to go to the bonfire."

Ah, shit. I forgot about preparing something for the bonfire. I asked anxiously, "Sam..I forgot to bring something to the bonfire. What should I do?"

He chuckled lowly, "you don't need to bring anything. Just bring yourself. The council are preparing everything for the pack and the imprints to enjoy themselves."

Oh..gotcha.

I nodded in understanding and said, "okay..are we going into the water?"

I looked up to Sam and Sam said with a smirk, "only if you want to.."

Hmm..do I want to? Ehh sure, why the hell not, so I said with a grin, "okay."

That shocked Sam and for a split of a second, I saw a huge grin on his face, before he walked away to wait for me to get dressed. I got up and pulled a two blue piece high waisted bikini from the bags of clothes that I bought in Seattle. I still put a baggy shirt on and shorts, so I could wear my bikini under it. When I got out of the bedroom, Sam was waiting by the door. He saw me and froze.

He stood there, and he scared me when he pulled me close to his chest. He had his arms around my waist. I yelped in surprise and looked confusingly at Sam. Sam leaned forward and gave me a long passionate kiss before saying, "you're going to make it hard for me to not keep you by my side tonight."

I chuckled lowly and didn't comment on what he just said. I pulled his hand to start heading, so we did. We got to the bonfire that was by first beach. The sun was setting, so it made the ocean to look beautiful with the sunset.

It was beautiful.

I could see the stars in the night sky. I never get to see this kind of view back in Houston due to pollution. It was like nature was Sam helped me to get down from his truck, and I could hear music in the distance. Sam held me by the waist as we walked together to the bonfire. The closer I got to everyone, I noticed couple of chairs pulled out in a circle around a blazing fire in the center. There were also two tables set up, filled with food and beverages. Another two set of tables were few feet from it. From what I can see, it seems like we all will eat together in those empty tables. The guys were at the distance playing some sport. I saw Sue and Harry standing and talking with come older Quileute members that I don't recognize. Their wives were laying down in the sand next to Kim and her baby. It seemed like the people I didn't recognize were council members.

I was happy to see Kim, but I was also feeling awkward going towards her. Sam gave me a nudge, and said, "go ahead. It's okay. Go talk to Kim. I will go with the guys. I think we will have dinner in a half of dinner. Right now we are just hanging out before we eat."

I nodded. Sam pulled me closer and kissed me longingly at the lips. He kissed my cheek then to my claim mark. I felt shiver running through my body when he did that, and he whispered behind my ears, "go have fun, but not too much without me."

I said teasingly, "what if I do?"

Sam growled lowly, "don't tease the wolf too much, or else we'll bite."

I said pondering, "hmm. Maybe I want to be bitten again."

Sam stated, "what?"

I chuckled and said, "bye."

I turned around and walked away quickly before I get the chance to see Sam's expression after I said bye to him. I am glad I didn't trip over myself when I walked away from Sam. Or else, that would've been an epic fail on my part.

As I walked away, I was blushing so much. I just kept on thinking about what I did like Omigosh. Did I just do that? I couldn't believe I just did that. But, it sure did feel good. It felt thrilling, exciting. I just don't know how to explain it. Even though whatever this going on between me and Sam is fun, it still was a big concern for me. I need answers pronto, so I hope Kim can enlightened me.

Author's Note:

Yeah..I know. I said I'll send it by Wednesday. Sorry for the delay, it got more complicated than I thought. It was hard to right this chapter for some reason. I hope it was fine.

I am going to start writing my attempt in smut in the next few chapters as a heads up.

Enjoy!