Chapter 13

Italicized is a dream

*Lemon watch still in effect*

Bella:

I was running again. The wind whipped past me and the tree limbs were slapping on my skin. I was panting and out of breath, but I put every ounce of effort into getting away. Although it was still looming in the background, I wasn't running from the coldness today. I was running from the wolf. My heart beat was pounding in my chest, making an attempt to escape through my throat. Today, I was running out of playfulness instead of fear. I felt light and I felt alive, and then I was sent tumbling down by tripping on a root and the wolf pounced on me, making me laugh and squirm.

The wolf nuzzled into my neck sniffing at me. Once satisfied, the giant black wolf moved to sniff at my ankles, licking each one to make sure I hadn't hurt them too badly. Then, he plopped down next to me on the forest floor. I curled into him and let my fingers run through the fur behind his ear. This caused him to only snuggle in closer to me.

We stayed that way for awhile, but all too soon I felt the temperature begin to drop and I was being pulled away from the safety of the wolf and into the dark cold forest where the icy being lurked. The black wolf was suddenly on his feet, alert, frantically looking around for the threat that he could sense but couldn't see.

I screamed out for Sam, and the wolf's frame changed and a naked Sam was standing in his place. He ran towards me as I reached out for him, unconcerned that he was a giant wolf just a moment ago. He wore an equally furious and terrified expression on his beautiful face as I was ripped away from him, not in control of my own body as it was inexplicably drawn out into the coldness.

I woke up with a sheen of sweat covering my body. I was too warm, overheated by the russet body intertwined with my own. I wondered about my dream, and why Sam was a wolf, that's not possible obviously, but it must have been a metaphor for something. I had the distinct feeling that these dreams were trying to get a message across to me, but I hadn't been able to put the pieces together yet.

I realized that I feel pretty well today, I'm spent from the morning we'd shared, but I didn't feel the penetrating exhaustion I'd been weighed down by the last week. On top of that I didn't feel nauseous, in fact, I was really hungry. I just wasn't ready to move away from Sam to get up yet.

I spent a moment just to look at him. He really was an enigma to me. I'd never been so attracted to someone before and I'd never given in to these sorts of desires. Even Edward didn't make me flood with want the way Sam does. He made a little noise in his sleep and turned a bit, trying to get comfortable again. The top of his sinewy arm brushed against the underside of my breast and I moaned, feeling something stir inside me. I was addicted to his touch; set on fire by the barest stroke of his skin on mine.

Trying to be discrete as not to wake him, I snuck out of the bed and made my way to the attached bathroom. I hadn't actually made it this far in my home tour, and it didn't really matter because I was set on living here anyway, but the room was as beautiful as the rest of the little home.

The floor was the same grained hardwood that covered the other rooms of the home as well, and there was both a bathtub and separate shower. Both were covered in beautiful grey tiles with delicate details on one row of smaller tiles that wrapped around the shape of the tub and shower. There was a sink counter with wood cabinets and a grey countertop that matched the counters in the kitchen. Someone had put a lot of care into this entire home design.

Just above the sink was a broad mirror and went to stand in front of it to make sure I would look alright when Sam woke up. I didn't plan to leave before him this time. When I looked into the mirror I was shocked. I had light bruises and dark hickeys peppering my skin across nearly my entire body.

I stared at all the little marks and I felt branded by Sam. That thought turned me on more than I would have thought. As I started to become excited, thoughts of our first meeting and of earlier this morning flooded my mind and my heart was nearly pumping right out of my chest.

Looking into the mirror at myself I leaned forward and rubbed my legs together trying to relieve some of the pressure that was building between them. I looked different to even myself. My eyes were lustful and my lips were swollen from use, there was a new flush to my cheeks that had very little to do with embarrassment.

Images of Sam's hard body and slightly rough skin hit me hard and I moaned quietly out loud thinking about how he had grabbed my hips and roughly controlled my body, pulling several orgasms out of me, before letting himself go. I was quivering and I had never been so affected by anyone or anything.

Before I knew it Sam was bursting through the bathroom door, nostrils flared and clearly aroused. I flushed, knowing that he had somehow sensed my mood and was coming in to cure me of this affliction I had for how much I wanted him.

"What exactly have you been doing in here?" He asked me as he came up behind me where I was leaning over the sink and gripped my hips with one hand, pressing our centers together, and using the other hand to push between my shoulders, effectively bending me down further.

"Just thought about you fucking me." I told him. He brought out a new side of me. I never thought that I would be one to have a dirty mouth during sex, or that I would love being manhandled and dominated.

"Fuck me, baby girl." Sam ground out, reaching around to capture one of my breasts in his giant hand and bit down a bit on my neck before kissing it soothingly. "I want you." He said.

"Then take me." And just like that, he was pulling me back up and gripping both of my tits, plucking at the buds that were still extra sensitive from our morning activities. I moaned, pushing my ass into him where I could feel his impressive length prod at my entrance. He allowed for just the head of him to dip into the exact spot I was craving him to be.

We both let out gasps at the sensation of his girth stretching me and my walls squeezing him in, beckoning him to push the rest of the way forward. He didn't give in though, instead he pulled out of me and dropped to his knees. I cried out in a whimper at the loss of him inside of me.

He immediately started biting at the insides of my thighs and it added a whole new feeling since I couldn't see what he was going to do next. I hung my head down, closing my eyes in pleasure when he licked me, flicking his tongue over my swollen clit. After a moment of him continuously pleasuring me, he gently inserted a thick finger into me. He pumped slowly at first, making me wiggle down into him and beg "please." He gave me what I needed and picked up his speed little by little.

I could feel myself getting close to my orgasm, panting and meeting the thrusts of his finger. He sensed this and added a second finger, driving his hand into me faster and harder than he had before. He flicked my clit with his tongue just as he had before, over and over.

"Cum for me, Bella." He said with a voice that was all rasp and command. I shuddered and came, hard all over his hand and was a moaning mess. He bit down on my ass cheek as I came and it just extended the euphoria that washed over me. "Good girl." He nearly purred.

Sam climbed my body with kisses from each ass cheek, up my spine, to my neck, and finally he turned me around, kissing my lips gently. I could taste myself on him and it made a quiet but high-pitched keen slip from me. Sam pulled away and turned the shower on.

"Is it okay for us to be using the house this way? I mean I haven't even been approved for it…" I asked, a little worried that we may be taking advantage of Mrs. Thomas.

"No, we are good. Trust me, Mrs. Thomas would not have sent me out here to meet you if you weren't going to get the house. She's very particular, that woman. Now get in the shower with me." He answer me, then demanded. I shut my mouth, turned on yet again by his dominant behavior. I blushed as I did what he told me to do, and he smiled at me as I stepped into the waiting shower.

"I am a dominant man Bella. I like to be in control and I like being in charge. That doesn't mean that you have to do anything you don't want to though, okay? I want you to know that." He told me seriously once he had stepped into the water with me.

I stood on my tip toes and pursed my lips, expecting a kiss. He leaned down and gave me a chaste peck on the lips. I was happy he was the kind of guy that was going to recognize that while I apparently liked being dominated on bed, in my regular life I am independent and my own person with my own wants, needs, and personality. Or at least that's who I am trying to be now.

I let those thoughts drift away as I looked around for soap, for some reason expecting it to be in the home that no one was currently living in. When I didn't find it, I giggled, realizing that this shower was pretty useless for the moment.

"What's the point? There is no soap!" I said when I caught Sam giving me a confused look. He smiled, then he reached around me and put his hands on my hips, pulling me closer.

"The point is that you are here with me now, all wet in a shower filled with hot water and steam." He told me, his voice low and heavy with his intent. He moved his hands to trail past my hip to squeeze my but.. Then he continued to feel the bare skin of my back before finally cupping my neck, pulling me into a more passionate kiss.

This time it was me dropping to my knees so that I was eye level with his hard member. I chanced a look up at him, and when our eyes met I could see how much he wanted me. I didn't make him wait I grabbed him and wrapped my mouth around, letting him slip as deeply into my throat as he could go. He moaned low and tangled his hands back into my hair, thrusting into open mouth.

I let him control me in this way too, satisfied to be the one causing him so much pleasure. I just grabbed onto his defined ass and held on as I allowed him to keep slamming his dick in my mouth, trying to breath through my nose. I moaned around him, getting pleasure from this too.

He pulled himself from between my lips and I looked up at him, confused. Sam didn't give me long before he explained himself by pulling me up, pushing me against the shower wall, and kissing me hard. My nipples grew taut from the cold tile wall and his attention was immediately drawn to them. One of them was already between his teeth before I was even able to gasp at the sensation. The other was tugged and pinched by his fingers while his free hand traveled down my body to once more find the sensitive sweet spot between my thighs.

"Sam, I need more, please…" I cried out as I pushed my body closer to his, just begging for more contact. I don't know if I had suddenly become a nymphomaniac or something but I just needed him again and again. He leaned back from where he had been latched on to my tits and lifted my just a bit so that I could wrap my legs around his hips as he guided his thick head back into my aching center.

My hand were pressed back onto the tile, trying to grasp at something to hold onto, but there was nothing. Sam saw this and once my legs were securely around his waist and he was deep inside me, he pressed me more tightly between himself and the wall, gathered my hands above my head in one of his large hands. I moaned at the feeling of powerlessness and tilted my head to the side, offering my neck instinctually. I don't know why I did it, but the result did not let me down.

Sam used the hand that was not currently holding my arms hostage to steady me and pulled his length out of my almost entirely out of me, then drove back in roughly. As he did, he'd places a gentle kiss on my displayed neck and bit down. I released a moan from somewhere deep inside me and my eyes rolled back in my head. This was exactly what I needed.

"Fuck Bella, you're so tight." He told me, but I barely registered it over my own mutterings and gasps. He slammed into me over and over, bringing me deliciously closer to my release. I tried to help him and keep up with his thrusts, my moans getting louder and louder as I got close.

"That's right baby girl, scream for me to make you cum." He urged. Whether it was a conscious decision or not, I did as I was told and I screamed my release. Sam plunged into me a few more times before he met his end as well. He closed his eyes for a moment and just rested his forehead against my chest. I had no doubt that he could hear my rapidly beating heart.

After a moment he released my hands and I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him carry me out of the shower. "I don't think I could walk if you let me." I told him, laughing. He tenderly kissed my neck, jaw, cheeks, and finally my lips then said, "That's ok, I got you." And for some reason, even though we really were still strangers, I believed him. He had me, and he had my back.

Authors note:

There is a little bit more filler for this chapter, but hey, it is important for them to get to know each other's bodies, and I don't mind writing and reading about it. Hopefully you guys like it too.

Again, THANK YOU SO MUCH to all of you who follow/favorite my story, and extra thank you to those of you who review and the ones who have reviewed multiple times, you guys are keeping me going and its giving me so much happiness to write this story.

To address some of your reviews, Sam has NOT imprinted on Bella, they have an obvious connection and all I can really say is that destiny and fate have a LOT of big plans for them. There will definitely be twists and turns ahead :)

My last little bit of news I wanted to share with you is that I have been inspired for another story and may starting working on it/posting it soon alongside this one. It's a Paul/Bella story with some darker themes!

~Dahlia