WARNING: This chapter contains strong language and violence, as well as a dub-con, rough sex scene. If any of this causes offence, please hit the back button now ... and to anyone daft enough to ignore this warning only to moan about the content afterwards, then you've only yourself to blame ...
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Chapter II
Sam's pov:
God ! I how miss her ... I miss my Em so fucking much. Since I lost her, I dunno what the fuck I'm doing anymore. I'm just ... just completely lost without her. I can't sleep. Can't eat. Can't feel or seem to think or care about anything or anyone. I just can't fucking function without her. It's like I'm drifting aimlessly, with no purpose. My life has no meaning ... I've no meaning or purpose anymore. It's like ... All I can feel right now is that I'm a hollow shell. I just feel numb. Empty. I never realized or knew that losing someone you loved could feel like this. So devastating. So heartachingly bad. But it does. Physical pain ... I can deal with. I can handle it. But emotional pain ? This is just tearing me apart. Fucking killing me slowly ...
I'm constantly reminded of her, everytime I look around my home. No matter what my gaze falls upon, it manages to make me think of Emily and brutally reminds me of what I no longer have in my life. The damn place just feels so cold. So empty. Without her. There are some rooms I can't bring myself to go into. The kitchen's almost a no-go area, for obvious reasons ... it was Em's favourite place. And then there's our bedroom ? I haven't slept there since it happened. Couldn't bare to lie there ... smell traces of her fragrant scent on our sheets ... To have to be there alone, without her lying in my arms ... I can still picture her willowy body curled up against mine, seeking warmth. Her soft, small curves pressed tightly to my hard, sinewy frame as her slim arms wrap around me. The feel of her long, coconut-scented, brunette hair tickling my skin as she moves against me as she sleeps ... I can't help but miss her. I still want her ... need her ...
It's been five interminably long weeks of sheer hell. Five weeks of constantly expecting to hear the front door open. For Emily to walk back in. To hear her call my name, then fall into my arms as I kiss her senseless. Instead it's been five weeks of self-exile from everyone. The only person I want around is the one I can't have ... the one who's lost to me. And if I can't have Em, then I don't want anyone else.
My home's a real dive. I'm a fucking mess and I can't bring myself to care that I've let myself go completely. I've basically moved into my living room. The couch's become my bed and the floor a cross between a wardrobe, laundry basket and trashcan, thanks to my clothes and empty beer bottles strewn all over it. As I stumble across the room, I happen to accidentally catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the fire place. I look exactly how I feel ... like shit.
Groaning, I run a tired hand through my shaggy, unkempt hair. Hair which has swiftly outgrown its cropped, spiky cut and desperately needs a wash. And for the life of me, I can't remember when I last did that. I can't deny that I look seriously rough. I look haggard. Gaunt even, considering I've refused to phase over the last month or so. Leah's been around nearly every week, leaving me food so that I don't starve, but I've simply lost my appetite and just can't face the thought of eating lately.
I know Lee's worried sick about me. I can feel it in the tone of her voice as she softly calls my name, gently trying to coax me into opening the door and letting her in. But I never do ... I daren't let her in. 'Cause if I do, I'll cave in ... I know I will. I'm barely holding myself together as it is. But if I open that door, it'll be the "in" Leah needs to chip away at my defences. To widen the tiny cracks that have started to appear in my resistance. Our she-wolf has the uncanny gift for sensing and exploiting weakness, honing in on it in the same way that a shark does after it senses spilt blood and she will always play on those flaws. Yet despite her reputation as the Pack's resident bitch, Leah has a kind and tender heart and a great capacity to care for others and for all her bad attitude and abrasive, snarky comments, she only acts that way for our own good. And the scary thing about it ? That Leah's almost always right ... So, no, so far I haven't let her in and I've no intention of doing so. 'Cause even the least bit of kindness or the slightest trace of sympathy will break what tentative grip I have on my sanity. The last thing I need is Leah getting inside my head to try and fix me. I'm too broken for that. I'm unfixable.
Even Jacob came round a couple of times. He got the same reception as Leah. I kept my head down and laid low. Don't get me wrong, Jake's a great guy. An old head on very young shoulders. And a well-meaning, good and loyal friend. He and Leah make a great couple. They're well matched in every way and even a blind person can clearly see that they adore each other.
In fact, the only Pack member I'd've probably allowed entry would've been my Beta. Paul. But for some stupid, pathetic reason known only to himself, the moody bastard's avoiding me ... like he has been for the last couple of months and that's seriously pissing me off. He's my fucking Beta, for fuck's sake ! My Pack brother and best friend. He should've been here. With me. Supporting me at a time when I needed him the most. But instead of being at my side - where he'd always vowed to be - where was he ? I'm fucked if I know ... and the knowledge that he no longer cares enough to be around me leaves a nasty, acidic, bilious taste in my mouth. It hurts. It hurts like hell ... But he never came. He continues to stay away and that makes me feel inexplicably angry towards him.
The empty Budweiser bottle which I'd been nursing as I absently paced across the length of the room, suddenly slipped from my numb fingers. My head jerked abruptly upward at the sound of familiar, purposeful footsteps approaching the cabin, as well as an equally familiar heartbeat, which sounded quicker than usual. And with that heartbeat came an equally recognizable scent ... Attractively musky. Virile. And shockingly, unusually alluring ...
As the door knob slowly turned, my body stiffened with tension. I snarled softly in warning, as that enticing scent wafted through the widening gap created by the cautiously opened door. It appeared that my errant Beta was finally back. And I was far from happy with the thought of having to deal with him ...
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Paul's pov:
What the hell am I doing here ? Confused, I slowly shook my head as I paused uncertainly and watched the familiar wooden cabin in silent trepidation. I really, really didn't want to be here ... not after what happened at our last Pack meeting. Since then, I'd always managed to find some excuse to stay away, my main one being the need to patrol. This was the last place I wanted to be and he's the last person I wanted to be around. Suddenly, I felt a searing ache in my chest as I fought against the burning need, the intense longing, to be with my imprint once more. To be close to Sam.
But after my last encounter with him, where he'd viciously attacked me after that malignant Makah witch had blatantly lied about me, I'd felt deeply betrayed by him. His steadfast refusal to believe me, when I'd never lied to and had always been loyal to him, had grievously wounded me ... and by taking her side against me, he'd broken my heart. After that, I'd vowed to myself that I'd steer clear of Sam Uley at all costs ... that I'd have nothing more to do with him outside of Pack business - that turned out to be easier said than done ... But I swore to myself that I'd do just that, even though the pull of the imprint constantly plagued me, that it regularly gnawed away and distracted me from everything but the thought of him ... I've been in endless pain ever since; aching desperately for Sam. My heart, body and soul scream for him ... I crave him desperately. Although my mind - my common sense - pleads for me to stay away from or at least to keep him at arms's length, for the sake of my own sanity if nothing else ...
I've slowly come to realize and reluctantly accept that while Sam may be my imprint, no matter how intensely I need, want and love him, he isn't mine ... Nor will he ever be. And I know he'll never willingly accept me. That I'm desperately clinging to a fool's dream that he won't reject me. 'Cause he will do just that. As surely as night follows day. And the quicker I come to terms with it, the better it'll be ... But thinking and saying it is a whole different ballgame from following through and actually doing it, isn't it ? It's not even in the same league. And that's how I find myself standing here, dithering like a goddamn wuss, breaking my own promise 'cause I was dumb enough to listen to Jake's persuasive words and let them sway me ... SHIT ! This fucking imprint's really screwing me and it's making me soft. Too soft for my own good. It isn't doing my rep any good. I've always been a hard ass of the "I take no fucking crap" variety, yet when it comes to this imprint shit, or to be more specific, Sam, I'm turning into a real fucking pussy ... A pushover ... and that's something way beyond my control.
I gave myself a sharp mental slap upside the head and grudgingly stalked up the wooden steps to the front door, then before I could change my mind and bolt, slowly turned the door handle and pushed it open.
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"Yo ! Sam ! You home ?"
Seeing as we clearly weren't on the best of terms, there was no way in hell I was going to swan into his home without giving him any warning. Honestly ? It was a fucking stupid question to ask. 'Course he was home. He was always home. It was common knowledge on the Res that since the funeral, Sam hadn't left his home. That he'd become somewhat of a recluse and was avoiding everyone. But it was still his home and for once, I was going to respect his privacy and not barge in like I used to do.
Warily, I took a couple of steps into the room and allowed my eyes to become gradually accustomed to the poor lighting cast by the flickering flames in the old stone fireplace. The silence was deafening. It unnerved me. Yet I knew Sam was there ... somewhere. I could feel his presence nearby. Smell him.
Suddenly, the door slammed closed. The unexpected sound made me flinch imperceptibly and I could feel the hairs rise on the back of my neck. I then became uncomfortably aware of my Alpha standing directly behind me, blocking my access to the door and preventing any possible escape. Bowing my head, I briefly closed my eyes. This couldn't be good.
"What the hell are you doing here ?" Sam snarled softly. "Why the fuck are you here ... Paul ?"
Going by the dismissive and contemptuous way he spat out my name, I could tell he didn't want me in his home ... That I was the last person that he wanted to see or talk to. That he didn't want me of all people, invading his space and privacy. It appeared we finally agreed or came to an understanding about something, he didn't want to be around me any more than I wanted to be near him. Though that wasn't quite the whole truth on my part ... I was conflicted. I did want - no, I needed - to be with him, despite my better judgement.
"I ... uh ... Sam- "
Slowly, I turned around to face him, my right hand absently rubbing my nape as I warily met his gaze. What I saw, shook me to my very core. Sam looked like hell.
I heard a low, deep, threatening growl. It was one I was all too familiar with. It was the growl Sam reserved for the leeches ... and for those he hated. It meant that he hadn't forgotten what had happened between us all those weeks ago ... and even worse, I was far from forgiven. And going by the baleful look in his cold, dead eyes, it was extremely unlikely that I would be. I received further confirmation of this from the tone of his voice as he continued to speak. It was softly spoken, yet calm ... exceedingly calm. That worried me, 'cause the calmer, more rational Sam sounds ... well, it's dead giveaway and a perfect gauge of how pissed off he truly is ... And as I listened to him, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Sam was seriously pissed with me.
"Well ? I asked you a fucking question ... Why the hell are you here, Paul ? And don't even think of lying to me, 'cause I'll know if you do ... "
Sam began to close the gap between us. He loomed over me, which is no mean feat, considering I stand around six foot three. But Sam's a true giant. He has at least three inches on me in height and he's powerfully built. There's not an ounce or layer of fat on his toned frame, just pure muscle and as he gazed down on me in contempt, I fought to prevent him from seeing that I was truly intimidated by him.
And that's the scary thing. Me ? Paul Lahote. Scourge of all nomad vamps, King of Snark and Bad Ass 'tude, was suddenly genuinely cowed and "frightened" probably isn't the right word for it, by his Alpha's hostility. And that's a sensation which didn't feel right ... These weren't emotions I was supposed to feel about my imprint. No way ... But his remark that he thought that I was capable of lying to him rankled me. It really stung ... and being the loud mouth that I am, I was unable to let it go without opening my yap and inevitably, hacking Sam off more than he already was.
"Hey ! Wait up. You're accusing me of lying ? I may be a lot of things, Sam ... Hell ! I know I'm an arrogant jerk ... that I've a goddamn temper and control issues ... that I'm an out 'n' out bastard and the worst tom cat La Push has ever seen ... but there's one thing I ain't and that's a fucking liar. I've always played straight with you, Sam ... never had cause to lie to you or anyone else and I ain't about to start now. I always had your fucking back no matter what, but I can see now that that counts for shit ... that I count for shit." I paused for breath, my chest heaving rapidly in agitation as I struggled to keep my fiery temper in check. It was a wonder that I hadn't screwed up and told him if he was so desperate to find a liar, then he should've looked closer to home months ago. Miraculously, I managed to keep that ill-advised comment to myself.
Sam's gazed narrowed further, making me feel like a bug under a microscope. "Just answer the damn question. What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. Here ?"
I swallowed hard, then decided to bite the bullet. "I'm here 'cause Jacob asked me ... and ... and 'cause I'm worried about yo- "
Sam barked a mirthless laugh and moved even closer. I could feel the heat emanating from him and he was close enough for me to touch him ... if I only had the nerve to dare. "You ? Worried about me ? You're kidding me ... right ? Since when have you cared for me, huh ? Didn't feel you caring a damn these past few weeks ... If you cared so much about me, where the fuck were you when I fucking needed you ? You're my goddamn Beta, Paul. Where the hell were you during Em's funeral ? I fucking needed you there ... I needed you beside me ... Needed your support ... And you, you were a fucking no-show ..."
"Well, can you blame me ? Honestly ?" I spat. By now, I was so upset that I was trembling as I tried to prevent myself from phasing. "The way things have been lately ... between us ...Didn't think I'd be welcome- "
"BULLSHIT ! That's a crock of shit if ever I heard it ... You were AWOL 'cause you're a selfish, unreasonable, vindictive prick ! You've had it in for Em since day one. You were too much of an asshole to even try to get on with her ... Hell ! I haven't a frickin' clue why you hated her, 'cause she never gave you a reason to, but you did ... You owe me an explanation why you made Em's life hell when she did nothing to yo- "
Sam's words cut to the quick. They really hurt. I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep, calming breaths. I could feel my control gradually weakening and I prayed that I wouldn't lose it. My chest felt tight, my heart ached. I could feel my arms were heavier and I kept clenching and unclenching my fists. When I finally opened my eyes, I averted my gaze, determined not to let him see my pain.
"I owe you jack shit," I muttered angrily. "Nothing. Nada ... I've been far from selfish. If you only kne- "
I suddenly realized that I almost gave away my secret and swiftly shut my mouth. There was no way I could let Sam find out about the imprint. No way in hell. His attitude towards me now was bad enough. But if he knew ? I shuddered inwardly at the thought of how he'd react. But he was wrong to accuse me of being selfish. That was the one thing I hadn't been. I'd given up any chance or hope I'd had for happiness when I'd kept quiet about the imprint, so that he could be with her. A woman who never deserved him. One who'd lied, cheated and deceived in order to gain what wasn't rightfully hers.
Unfortunately, Sam honed into that last telling remark, faster than a wolf on a vamp's trail. "What ? Tell me. "If I only knew" what ?"
"Nothing ! Fuck all, Sam," I snapped, the situation finally getting too much for me. All I wanted was to leave. To get away from Sam and his hostility and aggression. "Y'know what ? 'S not as if it matters anymore ... or that I ever mattered to you either. I was so fucking stupid when I believed you actually gave a damn about me and the Pack," I added under my breath, before making a move to slip past him. "Dunno why I fucking bothered coming here in the first place ... It was just a waste of time. The sad thing is, I always saw you as my best friend first, then my Alpha. I actually came here, 'cause I was really worried about you and I missed you. So, don't worry about it, you won't be seeing me again. I'll just let you carry on as you are. Wallow in your own depressive shit for all I care. I'm done !"
I began to stalk towards the door and as I passed him, I suddenly felt a vice-like grip around my wrist which stopped me in my tracks. I growled angrily, knowing that if I didn't get away from him soon that things would definitely deteriorate between us. And wouldn't look good ... particularly for me.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." I glared down at the large, beautifully shaped capable hand that tightly grasped my wrist, knowing that it'd definitely leave a vicious bruise on my skin. Branding me. "I said ... Fuck, Sam ! Let go. Now !"
Sam's hand, if it were at all possible, somehow tightened its grip instead of releasing me. Closing my eyes, I winced as the increasing pressure of Sam's hold on my wrist ground the bones against each other.
"I mean it, Sam. Let frickin' go ! Don't make me do something you'll later regret- "
I was suddenly jerked forward into Sam's personal space. I swallowed hard. The heated malevolence in his striking whisky-hued gaze made me want to flee. To just curl up somewhere and die. The continuous dull ache in my chest was replaced by sharp, stabbing pains which took my breath away. I hurriedly broke eye contact with him and my gaze dropped to his broad, smooth chest. Big mistake. Swallowing even harder, I groaned inwardly and my gaze absently drifted down and fell on his eight pack ... which was an even bigger mistake. Being so close to and within touching distance of the object of my affection's toned, strapping body had me dizzy with need and want. Lightheaded, I couldn't help but sway towards him. The constant pull of the imprint was far too strong for me to ignore. Despite Sam's animosity, I still craved him. Badly. Even though my head was screaming at me how wrong it was, my body and heart longed for Sam. He was all I wanted ... all I needed and more importantly, loved, but Sam hated and had rejected me. And that hatred and rejection had left me crushed. Totally devastated.
I was conflicted. My feelings for Sam were overwhelming and terribly confusing. On the one hand, I wanted to run. To forget about being a wolf. To forget about Sam and live my life simply. Happily. To deny the imprint. On the other hand, what I truly yearned for was to be with Sam. To always be by his side and to be the one that made him genuinely happy. I was abruptly distracted from that all too beautiful daydream by the pressure of Sam's short nails digging sharply into my flesh. Bewildered, I looked up and stared at him blankly.
"Are you threatening me, Beta ? Seriously ?"
Hearing Sam's low, deep growl did funny things to me. Heat began to race through my veins, developing into a steadily flickering flame that coursed through my body which ended up as a raging inferno deep within my loins. I burned for Sam and he had no clue at all as to how I felt about him. Despite his cold, uncaring attitude towards me, I still loved him. I couldn't help it. Thanks to this fucking imprint, he'd gotten under my skin - something no one had ever succeeded in doing before - and had buried himself deep within my heart. He clearly wasn't himself and still suffered greatly from the loss of the woman he loved. Sam was ruled by sorrow and grief, governed by anger and pain and thanks to all those raw, intense emotions I was now the focus of all his rage.
As I continued to mull over Sam, I failed to notice he'd freed my wrist. I also missed his frustrated snarl, the way his eyed narrowed and glittered icily with impatience as I failed to respond to his question. But worst of all ? I was so distracted by his proximity that I didn't notice the sudden flash of russet skin as his right arm drew back and Sam lashed out with his fist. But I didn't miss the way my head reeled back as that fist connected with my jaw. Nor the powerful impact of that deadly blow, which dragged me out of my stupor as did the feel of blood as it steadily trickled from my lower lip down my chin.
Shocked that Sam had actually raised his hand to me without provocation, I stared at him in hurt disbelief. Ok, so Sam had hit me before, but all those times had been down to me baiting him or going out of my way to seriously wind him up. And he'd only struck me as a means to shut me up, not to hurt me. But this time ? This time was different. We were both hurting. Were both suffering from indescribable pain. And for once, I'd kept my runaway yap shut only to be on the receiving end of Sam's wrath.
The next thing I knew, savage blows were being rained upon me from all directions. Each and every strike was brutal. Meant to inflict as much pain as physically possible. Sam didn't hold back. Not for an instant. It was as if he was consumed by bloodlust. That his fury and grief blinded him to any rational thought.
Hesitantly, I raised my arm to prevent another blow from landing on my face. The pain was excruciating. Sam was relentless in his fury. Endless suffering was deeply etched onto his lean face. He looked unrecognizable. Almost feral. And his behaviour wasn't that of my Sam, but that of a stranger.
"You never cared about my Emily ... Never gave her a chance or tried to get on with her for my sake ... She never did anything to deserve your hate ... your jealousy- "
"S-Sam ... don't ! D-Don't do this ... Please, this isn't you- "
My broken pleas only served to infuriate him further. I sank to my knees under the onslaught. It was something I never imagined doing. Allowing someone to beat me up again. Especially after all of the years of violence and physical abuse at the hands of my old man. Hell ! After I'd first phased, I'd sworn to myself, made a goddamn fucking promise, that I'd never be a victim again. That I'd never let myself get into a situation that would weaken or make me vulnerable. Yet here I was, lying curled up in the foetal position, at my Alpha's feet, with one arm wrapped protectively around my head and the other around my abdomen. Battered, bloody and bruised. I suddenly felt Sam's foot slam into my lower back and I closed my eyes so that he wouldn't see the tears which were threatening to fall. It was sheer agony. I gasped sharply as Sam's foot connected once more with my ribs. By now, my breathing was ragged and I had a nasty feeling that one of my ribs was broken. Sam was giving me a thorough going over and I felt like a human punchbag.
Suddenly, I heard Sam fall to his knees behind my shoulders. He leant down and snarled furiously in my ear. A trace of spittle fell upon my earlobe, then slowly trickled down the side of my neck and I couldn't ignore the way his breath reeked of stale Budweiser and Jack Daniels.
"Shut up ! Just shut the fuck up ! You don't get to speak ... To lie to me. I don't want to hear your bullshit." He paused for an instant and inhaled deeply in a vain attempt to calm down. "Have you any fucking idea how uncomfortable you made Em feel ? How hurt she was by your vindictive behaviour when all she ever wanted was to be your friend ?"
My lies ? My bullshit ? How hurt she was ? She wanted to be my friend ? That was a load of fucking crap if ever I heard any ... Oh, the bitch had been so good at deceiving Sam. So very good at it. That lying, malicious skank was still able to ruin my life, even from beyond the fucking grave. She managed to twist everything around, distort Sam's judgement and paint me as the villain of the piece in one fell swoop. And the fact that Sam had been suckered into swallowing all that crap hurt. Truly hurt. If it had been any other person, anyone but Sam, mouthing off and falsely accusing me of all this crap, I wouldn't have hesitated to drop him. To kick the fucking shit out of him. But this was Sam. My imprint. And no matter what he did, how badly he hurt me, I could never harm Sam. Even in self-defence. Imprinting on Sam had rendered me helpless against him. He was my Achilles' heel and always would be. Lost in thought, I was vaguely aware of Sam's voice rumbling behind me, yet I didn't hear what he said. Instead of focusing on his words, I merely wrapped my arms tightly around my midriff in an attempt to hold myself together and to try to will away the pain.
"Get up ! I said get your lazy, selfish ass up. Now !"
Not wanting to rile my Alpha further, I struggled to obey his demand only for my trembling arms to give way beneath me. Another impatient warning growl rang in my ears, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Then I felt a warm hand jerk me backwards before I was abruptly yanked to my feet and unceremoniously hauled up to the couch.
"You push me too far, cub. Time you realized who's top dog here ... and remembered who's Alpha."
The hand suddenly came to rest between my bare shoulder blades and pushed me forwards, effectively trapping my throbbing dick between my belly and the back of the couch. Sam suddenly kicked my legs apart and nudged a thick, muscular thigh between mine. A sinewy forearm slipped around my torso, drawing me to him until my back was flush against his chest. His hands grabbed my hips roughly and were sure to leave even more bruises and he began to grind his hips against my ass. I was immediately aware of his hard, thick length rubbing against me. Desperately craving friction. And that's when I caught the heavy scent of arousal in the air.
Sam's hands began to claw at my cutoffs. He hastily unfastened them, then pushed the soft denim material impatiently down my hips and thighs. As soon as the cool air hit my heated flesh, I realized what his intentions were and after trying to half-heartedly buck him away from me, I gave in. I couldn't deny him this, not if he wanted and needed release so badly. Closing my eyes, I sadly realized what I'd dreamt of, what I'd craved all these months since I'd imprinted on Sam, was about to become stark reality ... just not in the way I'd hoped. I was about to be taken for the first time by the one I adored. By my best friend. My Alpha. My imprint. Not out of love, but out of savage need ... a need fueled by anger, grief and loss. That I'd only be a substitute for the one he truly loved, wanted and needed. That I was nothing to him. And 'cause I was nothing, I didn't have feelings ... or at least ones that mattered.
The slithering sound of a zip being undone, followed by the rustle of denim sliding down sleek, muscular thighs and toned calves was deafening. As I was already feeling antsy, all my senses were heightened. Every sound, touch and smell was magnified. Became more intense. I couldn't help being acutely aware of Sam's closeness; his tantalizing, musky scent; the heat of his powerful frame enveloping mine; the weight of his body pressed intimately against mine; the way his callused fingers raised goosebumps across my needy, sensitive skin, never mind the feel of his rock-hard shaft, painfully swollen, brushing the cleft of my ass.
Sam's hands briefly left my hips, then I heard him spit. The sound of skin stroking skin quickly followed, before his left hand came to rest on the small of my back, holding me firmly in place. I suddenly froze as I felt his free hand slip between our bodies and begin to part my butt cheeks before aligning his spit-coated cock against my puckered, virginal hole. My breath immediately hitched at the sensation of Sam's pre-cum dripping against my sensitized flesh as his tense body covered mine. Even though I trembled in anticipation, I had to give Sam the chance to pull back. If Sam was in his right mind, there was no way he'd behave like this ... would try to take advantage of me and abuse our friendship and my trust.
"S-Sam ?" I slowly turned to look at him and gasped as that slight movement pulled against my bruised ribs. "Please ... think before you do anything crazy. You don't want this ... You don't want m- ... Aaagh !"
The initial burn I felt as Sam silently rammed into me, breaching my inner ring of muscle, hurt like hell. I'd never felt pain like it. I tensed at the intrusion and the sheer length of him, his impressive girth, felt as if it were splitting me in two. My body began to tremble and I bowed my head and closed my eyes to prevent him from seeing my tears. I braced myself against the back of the couch and breathed through my nose as Sam gave me a brief moment to adjust before beginning to thrust silently. Gradually, the intense pain eased into mild discomfort as I got more used to the feel of him inside me. Then I caught a faint, metallic scent in the air. It was blood. My breath hitched once more. It was no wonder the pain had eased.
Sam's silence was punctuated every so often by the odd growl and groan. He continued to thrust, motivated by his anguish and sorrow and concentrated purely on his own release. Then without warning, he changed his angle of penetration. I suddenly saw stars as he began to unerringly and continuously strike at the tiny bundle of nerves deep within my core sending waves of endless pleasure coursing through my entire body. I began to thrust back onto Sam, writhing desperately against him. Craving more friction. All I could hear were the soft moans of euphoria that were wrung from my own lips and Sam panting heavily as his thrusts became faster, harder and deeper as he sought his own release. I felt Sam's left hand cover mine and overcome by the overwhelming sensations he made me feel, I couldn't stop myself from lacing my fingers with his. Sam's thrusts became more erratic and he suddenly pulled us both up, his right arm draping my shoulder and falling across my chest and his fingers absently pulling and tweaking my nipples, causing them to harden. I was slightly shorter than Sam and my head fell back to rest against his shoulder, rolling to one side to submissively bare my throat to him.
I whimpered as Sam's teeth tugged at my earlobe before grazing a path down my neck, pausing only to sharply nip along my jugular. And that's when he brutally struck my prostate, causing my knees to buckle with pleasure and my balls to draw up. I came hard. Harder than I'd ever done before. Silently screaming Sam's name in a mantra as my right hand held his right hip in a death-grip. My inner walls clenched in a vice-like grip around his shaft. Squeezing his essence out of him mercilessly. Milking him dry.
"Fuck !" Sam came violently with a loud roar, his hips jerking spasmodically against mine as he nuzzled my throat. His right arm tightened around my chest making the hold both possessive and unbreakable, his nails dug in to my chest, raking the skin. Not that I wanted to be free of him in any way. Drained, I slumped against him gasping deeply for breath, only to start as his teeth sank into the sensitive hollow where my neck joined my shoulder, drawing blood.
Not long after that, I felt Sam withdraw from me. I winced as his flacid cock dragged out of my overly sensitive, abused ass, causing the excess bloodstained cum to trickle down my inner thigh. I eyed him warily, waiting for his next move. For him to say something. I don't know what I expected from him, but I knew it wouldn't involve being wined and dined and romanced. But after the intimacy we'd shared - which lacked tenderness and was based on pure animalistic lust - I never expected him to respond the way he did. Sam turned his back on me and began to stalk towards the bathroom, pausing only to pick up an unopened bottle of Bud.
Not bothering to look back at me as I clung weakly to the back of the couch, Sam paused at the bathroom door. Just watching his tall, muscular, naked body was enough to have me salivating and despite feeling rather sore, yearning to feel him pounding inside me again.
"This was a fucking mistake ..." he growled, whilst carding his fingers through his dark hair. "By the time I've finished, I expect you to collect your shit and not be here. I want you gone ... Don't bother coming back ... Just stay the fuck away from me, Paul ... for good."
If the pain I'd suffered before was bad, it was nothing compared to the searing ache I felt now. My heart shattered completely. Totally numb, I could only stare in silence at my imprint's retreating figure, jumping slightly as he slammed the door closed behind him. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't disobey ... not when my imprint had used the Alpha command to order me to leave. To stay away from him. I had no choice. Sam had given me no choice. He'd taken whatever hope I had and dashed it. Crushed my dreams. He'd rejected me.
Completely devastated and blinded by my tears, I impatiently dashed them away then bent down to grab my cutoffs off the floor. The sudden movement made me grimace with discomfort as did the tightness in my chest. I stumbled unsteadily towards the door and left without a word. If that was what my imprint wanted, that's what he would get. From now on, I was going to stay away from him ... even if it damned well killed me.