AN: Long time no update...
Staking his Claim
Summary: After rejecting his mate, Sam can't take it anymore.
Pairing: Bella/Sam
Rating: M for sexual content
*Dominant Sam*
Dark, brown eyes peered across the bar, agitation settling in as his girl chatted up to a stranger….again. He could hear her laugh over the noise, his superior hearing enabling him to pick up almost every word being said.
He squeezed his hand in a fist as the guy ran his hand along her jean-covered ass, his hand going into her back pocket.
He was an ass; he knew it from the moment he shattered her heart into tiny fucking pieces. His wolf was pissed at him, growling in his head how he fucked up what could have been a wonderful relationship. His head was too far up his ass, rejecting her the moment he laid eyes on her.
He believed what the legends said to a tee. Imprinting was the way. His wolf knew though that the woman was theirs, no imprinting needed. He called bullshit, all but running her off the reservation that day. He expected her to burst into tears with the way she regarded him.
She did the opposite though, landing a punch to his face. She broke her hand that day, and even though she was in a lot of pain, she said 'fuck you', promptly walking off away from him. This was probably his fifth time being here, and every time she left with some loser, he was losing that last bit of control he had on himself.
This was where she spent her days, drinking it away with booze, and a fuck to forget the night. She'd be back in a week or two to repeat the cycle. He stopped himself the first four times, unable to move, some part of him punishing himself for the way he treated her.
He deserved to know that this is what he created.
He gritted his teeth as she stood from the bar, wobbling on her own two feet, laying a hand on the man's shoulder. The man wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her tight against his side, leaning down to kiss her.
Sam stood sharply, stalking his way through the crowd. He pushed a man to the side, following Bella and her toy out of the bar. The man immediately pushed her up against his luxurious car, hiking her leg up, rubbing himself against her.
It was dark out, a slight chill in the air. Bella threw her head back as the stranger's lips kissed up her neck. Her eyes fluttered open at his presence, and her eyes widened as Sam jerked the man off of her, pushing him away.
Bella's expression chanced from bliss to anger. Before she could say anything, Sam lifted her over his shoulder, stalking back towards her truck. "Put me down!" Bella screeched, hitting against his back. She flailed her legs, and Sam's arm tightened on her waist.
Bella growled out as he kept walking, wiggling to be let down. Sam finally let her down beside her truck, and Bella glared at him, pushing her hair from her face. "So, you finally decide to make an appearance!" She snaps, putting some space between them.
Sam ignores her statement, pointing where she just was. "This stops," He growls out angrily. Bella scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You're not my father, and you're certainly not my man, so you don't have a say in what the fuck I do," She snaps.
She pushes past him, stomping her way back to her awaiting, shocked date. Sam grabs her arm, and Bella swivels around, intent on slapping him in the face. Sam catches her wrist, pulling her back towards him, and roughly shoving her against her truck.
"Get your fucking hands off me. Why are you here Sam, huh? You certainly made your point clear a month ago," She jerks out of his hold, pushing him away from her. "You're an asshole!" She hits his chest. "Bella…" He started, and Bella shakes her head, slapping his hands away.
"NO! You don't get the right to say my name! You don't get the right to march down here and disrupt me from my life because you're fucking miserable! Imagine having your soulmate say you're not good enough. I didn't even fucking know you and you ripped my fucking heart out, so yes, I drink my sorrows, and fuck away the pain. You're nothing to me, just like I am to you, so let's pretend this conversation didn't happen and you can go back to your life as if I don't exist!" She hissed, this time slapping him in the face.
Sam's nose twitched at the sting, knowing she put all of her power behind it. He could smell her tears, and he hated himself even more. He let her go this time, watching her angrily walk away.
"Hey, you good? He's not going to follow us, is he?" The man asked her worriedly, only to shut up as Bella pressed against him, grabbing him by the shirt, aggressively kissing him. "Damn," He murmured against her lips.
Sam warred with himself as he watched Bella make out with the man, growing angrier by the second.
It's my turn...
"If it's a fuck she wants…" He trailed off, stalking towards her again. He pulled her off him, pointing to the man who looked at him in annoyance.
"Go home!" Sam snapped, holding Bella with her back to his chest. Bella didn't say anything, silently fuming. "Hey!" Bella yelled, noticing that he bypassed her truck and his own. He started for the woods by the bar, taking them in a bit deeper from prying eyes.
He let her down by a large tree, pushing her against it. He leaned down a bit to her eye level, and Bella could see a change in his eyes. She just glared at him in confusion, looking around. "What are we doing out here? You know I hate the woods," She murmurs.
"They don't satisfy you, do they?" He asked lowly, an edge to his voice that had Bella snapping her eyes to his. "Excuse me?" She retorts. "That's none of your goddamn business," She hisses. Sam's chuckle was animalistic, darker even as he gazed upon her much differently than those minutes prior.
Bella became slightly apprehensive, her eyes narrowing. "Everything about you is my fucking business. Yeah, I'm an asshole, and I fucked up. Knew the moment I uttered those words to you. You, on the other hand…they look different every time…face it, they're not me…"
Bella didn't have anything to say to that, knowing it was true. Sam got even closer, pressing his body against hers until there was no space between them. He wrapped a hand around her neck, squeezing gently, her pulse spiking against his fingers.
His other hand went to her hair, jerking her head up a bit so that she'd meet his eyes. "What's wrong with you?" She breathed out, wondering where this change of demeanor came from. "Not a damn thing. If it's a fucking you want, then believe me, I can give it to you," He whispered in her ear, making her shiver.
"I don't want anything from you," She whispers back, her eyes closing as he took in a deep breath. "That's not what your body says," He growls, licking up her neck. He shuddered at the scent of someone else on her clothes. "You only want me because someone else does," She responded, shivering again as he bit down on her ear lobe.
"You think I liked sitting there every week knowing how your night was going to end?" He asked, removing his hands to the collar of her shirt, ripping it down the middle. Bella gasped out as the wind bit at her now exposed skin.
"I pushed you this far and that's on me, but I can't take it anymore…nobody is ever going to fit your needs like I do. We started off rocky, but if you let me, I can fix it," He purred into her neck, hungrily kissing her skin like a starving man.
Bella tried to be rational, come up with reasons why she shouldn't, but his touch was making her tingle and causing her brain to shut down. She could only shake her head no, a whimper escaping her lips as he lifted her off the ground, grinding into her.
Sam swallowed heavily, the haze lifting enough for him to say, "Say the word and I'll take you back to your truck and leave you be," Bella let out a groan as his hands ran up her side against his will. "Bella…." He growled out in warning, knowing that his control was slipping.
"Please!" She gasped out, her hands going to his hair, pulling him closer. His touch felt like everything she thought it would, and as hurt as she was by his rejection, she wanted to feel right, just for once. She knew that this was where she belonged, and the bar was her only way of fighting that horrendous pull.
But now that she's had a taste of what it felt like….she couldn't stop there. Fate wouldn't allow it. By the way Sam growled, his wolf wouldn't either.
He hungrily claimed her lips, feeling the sparks as their skin met. He couldn't believe that he gave this up, this feeling of fireworks. He was such a fucking idiot.
Bella whimpered against him, her hands going to his jeans. "Take them off," She whispered impatiently, and Sam growled into her mouth, using one of his hands to rip the button off his jeans, letting them drop to the ground.
She palmed him through his boxers, and Sam groaned out. "Fuck…that's right baby," He braced her against the tree, using his hands to unbutton her jeans. He hurriedly pulled them off over her shoes, licking his lips at the scent of her arousal.
"You smell so fucking good," He growled, staring at her hungrily. Her eyes were hooded, and her face red with anticipation. He pushed down his boxers, bringing himself out. He was hard as steel, precum leaking from his cock.
"Sam," She whimpered, causing that last tether to snap. His name falling from her lips so helplessly spurred him on, and he lowered her down a bit, moving her thin material of underwear to the side, plummeting his way into her silky folds.
He groaned out as she was already wet for him, sliding in easily, hearing her sharp intake of breath.
Bella threw her head back with a deep, guttural moan, her hands fisting in his hair.
Her words were incoherent as he gave into the animal within, no longer able to control the urge or be away from her any longer.
Was this the way he wanted to do this? No, but he has to reassess the situation. She didn't want to feel, so he'd give her the opposite and make her lose herself in the process.
They had to cave at some point, and the wolf had gotten antsy. The human side of him isn't what she needed right now. She wants to feel wanted, and that's exactly what he'd give her.
He can't erase what was done, but he damn sure wasn't going to sit back and lose her over and over again.
If he had to fuck her brains out to get them closer, then so be it. Her cries of pleasure washed over him like a blanket, a primal part of him rejoicing at the fact that he had her like this. Bare to him, willing, and wanting only him.
He growled into her neck, thrusting into her. Her legs were starting to shake, and her shrieks intensified to bounce off the surrounding trees.
"Let go…" He soothed in her ear, a grunt leaving her after every thrust. He could feel her tensing up, her fingers pulling at his short hair.
"Sam…" She gasped out eagerly, her hips frantically moving against his. "That's right, come on, cum for me," He demanded harshly, tightly gripping her hips to keep her still, his thrusts becoming resilient.
"Oh my fuc…." Bella gasped out, sucking in a deep breath as she came, her juices running down both of their legs.
Sam groaned into her neck at the sensation, continuing with his thorough fucking until he felt her cum again.
Bella was full on sobbing at this point, her body quivering at the high sensitivity. She had never felt so good in all her life.
Sam was placing nips and kisses on her chest and neck, shaking as well as he came inside her.
He pulled out of her slowly, sending her a wicked smile. "You're the fucking Devil," She panted, moaning as he kisses her hard and slow, his tongue caressing hers.
He gently set her feet back on the ground, helping her maintain her balance as he put her jeans back on.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he tries to tie the pieces of her shirt together. He pulled up his jeans, a smirk on his face as she can barely walk, stumbling beside him.
He leads her back to the bar, stopping at his truck. Bella quickly starts to make haste towards her truck, the bar now closed, only her and Sam's vehicles in the parking lot.
And where does she think she's going? He thought to himself. "Bella!" He called, making his way after her. "You can go home now Sam," She sighed, digging into her pocket for her keys. "Not without you," She grumbled as her keys were nowhere to be found.
"Dammit, I think my keys are out there," She could feel Sam at her back, and he turned her around to face him. "I'll find them tomorrow," He said, gazing down at her. She looked away from his piercing eyes. "I hate you," She whispers, looking back at him, this time with a look of hurt.
He just nodded. "I know you do, but you need me," That insatiable pull was tugging at her again, and now that it had her, it wouldn't let her go. Bella tried to deny it, deny it like he did her, but it was strong, and before she knew it, she was pulling him in, heatedly kissing him.
He growled into her mouth, his fingers digging into her exposed hips, pulling her against him. He lifted her off the ground, hands under her ass to keep her steady. He started for his truck, kissing up her neck, the urge to bite strong.
She whimpered against him, making him strain against his jeans. He opened the passenger door, all but tossing her inside before slamming the door shut. He stalked around the front, and got in, cranking it. He peeled out of the parking lot, heading home.
The scent of her filled his truck immediately, and he wanted to take her again right there. "Take off your pants," He commanded, reaching over to unbutton her jeans. He kept his eyes on the road, only looking over once they were off.
He growled at her as she still had her underwear on, his look clear. He wanted her bare. She scrambled to get them off, her body vibrating, wondering what he was going to do. He licked his lips at the sight, reaching over with a hand to rub at her clit.
Bella's head dropped down to the seat, letting out a shuddering breath. None of the men she ever left with ever did this. Sam kept driving, knowing he wasn't far from the reservation, his fingers expertly working.
He slipped two fingers in, feeling her flutter around him almost immediately. Bella softly moaned, her eyes closed as he thrusts his fingers in and out. He curled his fingers upward, eliciting a cry from her, her hands gripping his forearm.
"Sam!" She cried, her hips jerking as he had her cumming in seconds all over his fingers and his seats. Her legs were shaking, and Sam didn't stop his stimulation, wanting her ready for the moment he put his truck in park.
He was driving like a bat out of hell, fighting the urge to pull over and fuck her senseless. She was crying now in pure ecstasy, having cum so many times, she thought it was impossible. He finally made it home, his little cottage far off from prying eyes and even from his pack mates.
He put the truck in park, removing his hand. He shut the truck off, and pushed his seat back, undoing his jeans, beckoning her with his hand. Neither of them had bothered to put on seatbelts, and Bella crawled over the dash.
As soon as she was in his lap, he did away with her shirt, and her bra, his eyes roaming her body in all its pure glory. He gripped her hips, moving her against him, loving the way she moved. Bella was drawn to the animalistic look in his eyes, watching him as he watched her.
He took himself out and wasted no time as he plunged on in again, hearing the slick guiding of his cock as he pushed into her. They both groan, and Bella closed her eyes tightly as he slammed into her repeatedly.
"Look at me," He growled, and her eyes snapped open at his voice. That same deep tone when they were in the woods. She looked down at him wide-eyed as he sat up a bit, one hand gripping her hips, the other around her throat.
"No one will ever fuck you like this. Not like me," Even though he didn't say it, he meant never again. Now that he had her, he wasn't letting her go so easily. As if he'd sit by and let someone else touch what was his. Not again. Ever again.
Bella came at his words almost immediately, surprised that he had her like this. The others lasted for maybe 3 minutes, leaving her not quite like this, and she knew he wasn't even done by the smile that graced his face.
She watched him take a nipple into his mouth, and her hips jerked at the sensation. She cooed his name as he played with her body. She felt like she was about to burst, and yet she didn't feel close enough. She wanted more. She needed more.
She all but pulled him closer, hissing as he bit each nipple. He was rough, fast, and downright sinful, but she could feel that he was being careful. His grip on her neck wasn't tight by any means, enough to make her know he meant business and that tonight, she was his.
He hummed in delight as she came again, coming to a stop. Bella panted heavily, sweat running down her body. He stared up at her with that delicious smirk, and Bella furrowed her brow realizing he didn't finish.
His laugh was like honey and iron. Sweet and brassy, taunting, evil. "I'm not even close to being finished with you," It struck a chord in her, and she realized she was about to have one hell of a night. He opened the door, and with her still in his hold, he made his way up the driveway.
He didn't stop touching her, he couldn't.
He made his way inside his home, letting her down. He closed the front door, locking it up tight. Bella didn't really have a chance to look around before he was sweeping her up in his arms, making his way to the bathroom.
He flicked on the light, and turned on the shower, waiting for it to heat up. He hungrily kissed her again, and Bella clawed at his shirt, and he let her down, pulling off his shirt, while Bella worked on his pants. She was already naked, her shoes in his truck. She pushed his pants and boxers down, and he kicked his boots off, stepping out of them.
He had Bella against the wall in seconds, nipping a bit more forcefully at her neck. He got into the shower, pulling her with him, letting her feel the water. She nodded at the temperature, and she sucked in a breath as he pulled the shower door shut, pushing her up against the wall.
She jumped at the cold tile, her eyes widening as he slid her up the wall, forcing her legs over his shoulders. Anything Bella thought about saying or doing was thrown out of the window as his tongue flicked against her clit.
He licked her as if she was a four-course meal, tasting her on his tongue as she came down in a river. She cried out as he didn't stop, white light flashing behind her eyes as she gasped for breath. She was suddenly sliding down the wall, his lips at her ear. "Breathe," He whispered, and Bella ran her hands along his chest and shoulders, kissing his neck.
He hummed, widening his stance a bit. He grabbed her hands, putting them above her head as he slowly thrust himself inside, this time slowly thrusting in and out. Bella wiggled for him to let her hands go and he shook his head. "Not until I'm done," He hissed, closing his eyes as he stroked himself within her.
The pace was slow and torturing, long-awaited. He could have her like he wanted her. She stared into his yellow eyes, a feeling flowing through her body. She knew there was no turning back. The wolf had her now.
Bella came so hard her ears rang, tightening around him like a vice. Sam growled in pleasure. "That's right baby…" He groaned. "Cum for me again…just like that," He panted, snapping his hips forward, his lips going to her breasts.
Bella shuddered against him, incoherently mumbling. "What's that baby?" He asked, licking her hard nipple, his other hand massaging her other breast. "Don't…pant…fucking…pant…stop," Sam darkly chuckled. "I didn't plan on it,"
The wolf was at peace.
She smelled just like him, her even breaths soothing him.
He had her right where he wanted her, where she should have been all along.
He could fix things from here. He showed her that no one would be able to do what he did to her as good as he did. He'd kill them if they tried. Now the only problem was convincing her to stay. He couldn't let her sit there and think she was just some fuck.
It was just a step in bringing her closer. Sam had burned almost every bridge there was between them that could have been, and physically showing her that he needed her too was the only way to start. He knew it was going to take a lot of time and damage control, but he didn't care.
She belonged with him.
Did he blame her for doing what she did? No. He pushed her that way, and all she was trying to do was fill the void that he caused.
His girl had some fire to her, and he fucking loved it. In bed though, she submitted to his every whim, and he did so many things to her last night that he didn't even know right from left.
He stared at her, her brown eyes looking into his. "I need to go home," She says, sitting up, pulling the sheet with her. Sam shook his head, rolling on top of her, straddling her hips. "We both know what this is," She sighs, and looks away from him.
He grips her chin, pushing her back down on the bed. "Not in the slightest," He says, running a hand up her neck. "You and I need to be very clear. Me and you baby? That's unavoidable. What we did last night is only the beginning, and this isn't because you fucked other men. I could care less. Sam? He's a jealous bastard, but me? Oh no…" He purred, licking his lips.
"You and I belong together, and I'll do whatever it takes to make it work. Hell, if you want to make a game out it, I'll gladly play, but that other shit stops. You're the only one for me, and this will never be just a fuck to me. I know what I want, and if that means I have to chase you to the ends of the fucking world, I'll do it with a smile on my face. We did things a bit backwards,"
He pressed his lips against hers, and her arms wove around his neck. She was smart enough to understand that this was like a split personality, and the version of Sam she was dealing with was very clear on what he wanted.
She still couldn't help that insecurity though. Her first love didn't want her, and yet the one that wants her on some level didn't want her either. "Am I…" She mumbled against his lips, unsure if she should finish. "Are you what?" He asks. "Good enough?" She whispers.
Sam let out a breath, cursing the idiotic part of him. "You've always been good enough baby," He was kissing her again, and Bella lost herself in his touch as he gently moved about her.
His touch was different than the night before. His movements firm and sure, his kisses slow and inviting. He licked her lips, and Bella moaned, exposing her neck to him. He buried his face there, licking her skin, and leaving little bite marks.
Bella clawed down his back as she felt his teeth pierce her flesh, a wave of pain and pleasure flooding through her. "Sam!" She gasped out, feeling him rock into her. "Relax…it's okay…" He whispers in her ear, smoothing a hand down her side.
"Relax Bella…" He whispers, kissing her cheek. He licked at her neck, soothing the sting. "Does it hurt still?" He asks after a few minutes. Bella shakes her head, nuzzling her nose into his skin. "I still hate you," She whispers, although it lacks conviction.
Sam knew that part of her did, and he deserved it, but he'd make it up to her. "Get in line," He replies, kissing under her chin.
A Year Later
Bella laid on the bed, her head hanging slightly off the bed. "You'll give yourself a headache," He whispers in her ear. "It'll be worth it," She pants. "Mmmm," He hummed, kissing her hand. Yellowish-brown eyes stare at her, amusement in his eyes.
Sam and his wolf had to have a little heart to heart, no matter how weird that was to Bella after he bit her. Sam had to stop being stubborn, and his wolf was all too happy to kick his metaphorical ass. Sam was the only wolf that had a physical version that existed outside of the mind.
It was the alpha as the elders called it, and they shared the same body, the push from watching Bella break because of him forced the wolf to push himself to the forefront. They had come to the same conclusion, well Sam did, understanding that Bella wasn't just meant for the wolf, but she was meant for the man as well.
The alpha just did things a bit differently.
It took he and Bella some time to repair the damage that was done, and he spent every waking moment showing her that she was worth everything and more. She didn't make it easy by any means, and Sam worked hard to prove to her that she was always enough.
"Sam…" She whispered, gathering his attention. He raised his brows, taking a hand and lifting the back of her head. Bella smiled, leaning up, bring him with her. She kissed him slowly, and Sam pulled her closer. "Mmmm, I love the way you taste," He whispers.
Bella giggles, tilting her head as he nips at her skin. "I love you," She whispers, and Sam almost falters for a moment. They hadn't said the words yet, and Sam didn't want to push her so soon. He grins into her neck. "Music to my ears baby…"
AN:….I uh….hope you enjoyed it…