8 – Lost and Found

September

"Where did the necklace come from?" Edward asked. He had never seen her wear jewelry of that caliber before.

Bella smiled as she lifted the locket. "Aunt Molly gave it to me for my birthday since she and Uncle Quil won't be here. It was her mother's. Since there are no female Atearas, she passed it to me."

He frowned slightly. "Maybe their grandson or his mother would have wanted it."

"Joy thought it should come to me since I'm the last Swan."

"It doesn't suit you. I'll get you one that does."

She frowned at his retreating back.

"She has the necklace?" Sam queried.

"Yeah. She thinks it belonged to our great-grandmother," Quil responded.

"And?"

"Granddad said that it will work. She's been out of their influence for months now. The necklace will work its magic."

"Good."

Bella stood there in shock. Sparkle ass said what? "You don't want me?"

Edward looked away. "You were just a distraction. You'll forget about us soon. Human minds are like sieves." His gaze settled on her again. "Do me a favor. Don't do anything stupid. For Charlie's sake." He kissed her forehead and disappeared.

She remained motionless for a moment before exploding in anger. "You fucking asshole!" she screamed. "Don't do anything stupid? For Charlie's sake?" She began stomping further into the woods. "How bout leaving me in the woods, alone, where you told me not to go! I hope you can hear me, jackass!" She continued to rant and rave, not paying attention to her surroundings or the time. When she finally realized it was getting colder, she took stock of where she was. "Fucking great," she muttered. With a sigh, she sat at the base of tree to wait. Charlie will have a search party out for her.

It was full dark when she heard rustling near by. "Please don't be a vampire," she whispered. The bushes parted to reveal Sam Uley. Her eyes widened as she scanned him from head to toe. Shirtless, with all his muscles on display, unbuttoned shorts hanging low on his hip, no shoes. When she lifted her gaze, she was met with his smirk.

"Bella," he greeted. His low voice caused a shiver to go through her.

"Sam."

He glanced around. "Kinda far out. Where's the boyfriend?"

"Gone. He broke up with me."

His posture changed and his eyes hardened. "He left you here?" he growled.

"No, closer to the house. I got pissed and took a walk." She glanced around. "Then I got lost."

"You know there are things out in the woods."

She noticed he was closer. "I know. Better than you think." She got up, dusted her butt off and walked closer. "Are we going?"

His nose wrinkled. "Yeah. But first you need to strip."

Her eyebrows rose. "Excuse me?"

"The . . . perfume is too strong. Hurts my nose."

"I'm not traipsing back home in just my underwear, Uley." Something came flying out of the dark to smack her in the face. "What the hell?"

"It's a shirt, Bella. Put it on."

Turning around, she grumbled and groused as she stripped to her bra and panties, then pulled on the shirt. "Ready." She squeaked when he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. "You know, piggy back or bridal would have worked fine."

"Yeah, but then I couldn't do this." He backed her into a tree and took possession of her lips. At her gasp, his tongue invaded her mouth. When they parted, he gazed down at her. "I've been wanting to do that for months." He kissed her again; this time he ground his groin into hers.

She broke away, gasping for air. "Sam, please."

He groaned and pulled away from the tree. "We're almost there."

By the time they made it to the clearing, Bella was squirming in Sam's arms. He stopped in the middle and fell to his knees, his lips attached to hers. In quick session, he ripped her panties off, turned her around and pushed her to her hands and knees. The sound of his zipper was lost among her mewls and his harsh breathing.

"I can't take my time right now, Bella." With that warning he began to push into her untried body. She cried out when he broke through her hymen. "Shhh," he crooned. "The worst part is over."

Slowly he thrust into her. Looking down, he saw her virgin blood on his dick and growled. She was his until the end of their days. Only his. "Mine," he growled, increasing his pace. The slapping of their bodies echoed through the clearing. Groans, growls and whimpers joined the orchestra.

"Sam, please. Oh God, please," she begged.

"Cum, Bella," he ordered.

The rubber band in her stomach broke. She cried out as euphoria washed through her. Her arms buckled, sending her chest to the ground. He growled at her position and began to hammer into her. His movements stuttered as his own orgasm crashed into him. He threw back his head and howled his completion.

Other howls were sent up to celebrate the mating of the Alpha couple.