If there was one thing Sam couldn't resist, it was temptation. Temptation brought on by the most beautiful person he'd ever seen, who happened to be sitting in the middle of his bed, eating pizza. He loved how she was so unabashed about things other people would have avoided.
"You don't have to put jeans on." Layla said. "When I'm in bed, I just wear undies. Pants twist around you and it's not comfortable. Besides, jeans aren't comfortable to be snuggled next to."
Sam chuckled. He put the jeans back in his closet and walked over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of black boxer briefs. He held them up for Layla's approval. She nodded as she ate her piece of pizza. Sam dropped his towel in front of Layla and put his underwear on.
Layla nearly choked on her pizza. She wasn't expecting him to be naked. She wasn't complaining, though. Absolutely nothing to complain about whatsoever. She thoroughly enjoyed the view. Sam kept his eyes on Layla the entire time, gauging her reaction to his full frontal nudity. Based on what he saw, her staring, she wasn't opposed to him.
"There's no way that would ever fit inside me." Layla whined softly.
Sam stumbled as he headed back to the bed. He so wasn't expecting Layla to say anything remotely close to that. The way she sounded when she said it...Sam would always remember it. Layla sounded dejected, saddened by the fact even. As if she wanted him…inside of her body… deep inside… of her body. Sam took a shaky breath before getting into bed.
"Are you going to throw up? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. I won't say it again, I promise." Layla said hurriedly.
Sam paused and frowned. His Layla thought she made him sick? Oh no. No. He was going to out an end to that train of fucked up thoughts right now.
"Why would I throw up?" Sam asked, his voice deepening as he climbed into his bed beside of Layla.
"I didn't think before I spoke." Layla said, looking down. "I assumed…that… nevermind." she said sadly.
"Look at me, baby girl." Sam commanded, turning Layla's face to him. "The "assumption" you think you made? True. Very true. The truest thing to ever be said."
Layla's face lit up in a bright smile.
"And another thing…" Sam said, pulling Layla to him and whispering. "I would fit inside you. Perfect fit. Fill you up like no one or nothing else ever will. Ever." He added, his voice going gravelly deep. "Made to fit perfectly inside of you. And only you."
Layla shivered in his arms. His voice did things to her she couldn't even describe. She held onto his arms as her eyes fluttered shut. She felt a small ache deep inside and his voice, his cologne, the heat rolling off of his skin were making it grow until it threatened to consume her.
"Tell me what you're thinking about, baby girl… you're breathing hard and you're twitchy… tell me .." Sam growled.
"Your voice…" Layla whispered, looking up at Sam. "When you talk…it makes me feel like… the ache inside is getting bigger and hotter… and I want it to consume me…"
Sam was harder than he'd ever been in his entire life. He could scent just how turned on his Imprint was when she spoke and that only fueled the fire inside of him. His breathing turned ragged when he felt Layla gently touch his lips. Sam couldn't stop himself from kissing Layla, from grabbing her and laying her backwards onto the bed without once breaking contact. Layla wrapped her arms around his neck, one had holding his head to her so he wouldn't break the kiss. Layla's knees spread to accommodate Sam's wide, bulky frame, accepting his weight on top of her with open arms. He deepened the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip until she gasped. He seized the opportunity, tasting and taking and dominating. Layla whimpered into the kiss, her hips trying to grind against Sam to find relief. Relief that Sam was so, so willing to give her. Sam growled into the kiss as he moved his hips, rutting against Layla.
"All that for me… fuck… so wet. Soaking me, baby girl." Sam growled. "Want more… need more…"
"Pants off." Layla whimpered. "Wanna feel you."
Sam needed no further instruction. He grabbed the waistband of Layla's pants and ripped the fabric into tatters. Layla pulled Sam back to her, wanting more of him. Sam ground himself against Layla, her panties soaked through and making a big wet spot on his boxer briefs. Sam decided he'd never wash this pair, never get rid of the scent of her arousal for him. He noticed Layla's breathing becoming more and more erratic and knew she was getting close.
"Let go for me, baby girl. Let go and let me take care of you. Just feel me." Sam commanded.
Sam moved his hand to the outside Layla's panties, rubbing in quick tight circles. Layla's back bowed hard off of the bed and against Sam's chest as pleasure slammed hard into her.
"Don't stop, Sam, please! Sam!" Layla cried out.
Sam moved to kiss Layla, taking the sound of her pleasure into his body. His hand was damp and he fucking loved it. He barely suppressed his own pleasure so he could focus solely on Layla.
Layla's back finally relaxed and landed back on the mattress. She was covered in sweat and had to grab Sam's hand to stop the tremors and aftershocks from shaking her body. Layla struggled to form coherent words for several long moments after. That alone made Sam puff up with pure male pride. Knowing he could reduce his Imprint to grunts and whimpers with just his hand was very addictive. He closed his eyes and drank in the scent of pleasured, sated Imprint.
Layla looked up at Sam, seeing how tense he looked. She felt something dripping on her thighs and she looked down. Part of Sam's… manhood… had escaped the waistband of his underwear and was steadily leaking. She could see the slight thrust of his hips and she got an idea. Layla reached out and moved her hand to the exposed part, remembering a romance novel she had read about how sensitive the top was. She didn't expect Sam to lose his stance and nearly collapse on top of her with the simple touch. His eyes snapped open and he looked down at Layla. She had her lip between her teeth and her arm extended out… He was preparing himself to tell Layla she didn't have to when she spoke.
"I wanna make you feel like you made me feel. Can I? Will you show me what you like?" Layla asked. "Please?"
Sam about lost it when she said please. He had to breathe slow and deep to regain what little composure he had. Layla smiled triumphantly when Sam let her push him over to the bed on his back. Layla straddled his thighs, excited to make Sam feel how he made her feel.
"I won't last long, baby girl. I'm too close to the edge." Sam grunted.
"That's okay. It can be longer next time." Layla said happily.
Sam knew nothing else would ever compare to this moment. His Imprint so eager to give him pleasure, so excited that there would be a next time. He felt her fingers at the waistband of his underwear.
"Can I?" Layla asked.
Sam nodded and Layla pulled them down just enough for him to spring free. He watched greedily as Layla got an up close view of him and, God help him, she licked her lips. He showed Layla how to stroke himself and Layla took over. She paid attention to what made him shake and shudder and what made his hips buck against her hand. Layla smiled wickedly. True to his word, once Layla took over, Sam didn't last long. In a flurry of grunting and growling, Sam came. Hard. Layla's name was growled over and over like a prayer. Layla didn't stop her hand from moving, loving how she could make him come apart. Pleasure consumed Sam's entire existence. All he knew was his Imprint's touch making him feel this way. When his pleasure finally waned, he had to pull Layla's hand away. Layla smiled as Sam finally opened his eyes. She made sure he was watching when she leaned forward and licked a white trail from his stomach to his neck.
"You taste as good as you smell." Layla whispered.
Sam pulled Layla into a kiss. He loved that he could taste himself in her kiss. His wolf was aching to claim her. To mark her inside and out and show that she belonged only to them and they absolutely would not share. Layla smiled and leaned across the bed, grabbing the pizza box. She opened it and held a piece out to Sam.
"Open up for the second most delicious thing in this room." Layla said, grinning.
Sam raised an eyebrow and sat up.
"You're the most delicious thing in this room. I have proof. Unshakeable proof. Between you and pizza, I'd definitely choose you." Layla said happily.
Sam groaned as he took a bite of the pizza. His Imprint was going to be the sweet, sweet death of him.
"I disagree. I've tasted pizza. I tasted myself in your kiss. There's just one thing I haven't tasted…" Sam said, smirking. "And I hope I get to taste it very, very soon."
Layla blushed bright pink and hid her face against Sam's neck, making him laugh. Sam pulled his underwear back in place.
"View killer." Layla muttered.
Sam pulled Layla back. He saw her pout and kissed it, making Layla perk up. Layla grabbed the pizza box just as Sam pulled the blanket back and wrapped Layla up beside of him. She gave him a piece of pizza and handed him several more as he all but inhaled each slice. Layla gave him a look.
"You need to eat regularly." Layla said.
"Look who's talking, baby girl." Sam said.
"But I wasn't hungry. I just really missed you." Layla said.
"That's exactly how I felt. It was hell being away from you. By the way… how did you talk Charlie into letting you come here?" Sam asked.
"Sue told Seth to being me over here. That they had something to show uncle Charlie and yeah. I left before uncle Charlie could tell me not to go." Layla said.
"Remind me to thank her." Sam said. "God, I've missed you."
Layla looked over Sam and smiled. She wiggled out of the blanket cocoon Sam had wrapped her in and straddled his thighs, leaning in to kiss him. Sam closed his eyes and puckered his lips in preparation. Layla grinned and leaned in and blew a raspberry against his lips before jumping off the bed, running through the house from him. Sam laughed and wiped his face off before getting up to go find Layla. Layla had found a doorway that she could climb-hop up to the ceiling to hide from Sam, trying not to giggle. Sam walked through the house, smiling happily.
"Come out, come out wherever you are, baby girl." Sam called out, looking behind furniture and inside of his cabinets.
Layla smiled as she listened to Sam looking for her. She shimmied down quietly and snuck up behind Sam, ready to grab him and scream. What she didn't expect was that Sam heard everything. He smiled and turned and grabbed Layla just before she could do the same thing. Layla screamed in surprise and laughed as she was picked up.
"How did you even know?" Layla asked.
"I could hear you. I have very acute hearing." Sam said proudly.
"You have a cute butt, too." Layla said.
Sam chuckled and readjusted his hold on Layla so she could wrap her legs around his waist and her arms across his shoulders. He moved his hands until he could grab Layla's backside and squeezed.
"You have the best." Sam said.
Layla laughed and shook her head, leaning in to kiss Sam.
"Damn, son, get it!" Jake called out, smirking.
Before Layla could even turn to speak, Sam reached out his arm and flipped Jake off. He gently set Layla down, looking to make sure her shirt was long enough to cover her. Just because Jake was his Beta and his best friend didn't mean he had any rights to seeing Layla's panties.
"You better go put one of his shirts on before he has a conniption." Jake said, laughing at how Sam was trying to tug the edges of Layla's shirt down.
"At least I'm wearing underwear." Layla said.
Layla laughed and walked into Sam's bedroom, looking through his closet. She pulled her shirt off and tossed it into the dirty clothes basket. She decided that, since it was late, she didn't need a bra so she unhooked it and tossed it into the basket as well. Layla stood on her tiptoes to grab a shirt when Leah walked in. Layla jumped to grab the shirt and pull it off the hanger.
"Nice rack." Leah said, grinning. "I wish mine were that nice. They don't even jiggle when I jump."
Layla startled and turned to see Leah before slipping the shirt on that came to her knees.
"NO, LEAH, WE CAN'T MAKE OUT IN HERE. PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON!" Layla called out, grinning.
All of a sudden, the sound of chairs crashing and a grunt from Sam filed the air as Jake ran into the bedroom, looking way too excited. He whined loudly when he saw his Imprint and Layla giggling. Sam walked in a few seconds later, catching the shorts Leah tossed at him.
"Sorry, Jake. I couldn't help it." Layla said between giggles.
"Did you really see her rack though?" Jake asked, looking at Leah.
Leah nodded her head, smiling at Sam's pouting.
"I mean, she jumped to get a shirt. Pretty hot if you ask me." Leah said, smiling.
"No fair because I haven't even got to see yet." Sam grumbled.
"It smells like sex in here...sorta…" Jake said. "Oh, shit did we interrupt?"
"No way. Layla is still walking." Leah said. "Besides, you think Sam would have let you anywhere near Layla had they done it? Remember the first time we did it?"
Jake grinned wickedly, looking Leah up and down and nodding.
"He wouldn't let any male near me for, like, a solid 24 hours. Very base, very primal. Even growled and glared at Billy until he left the house." Leah said, talking to Layla.
"Why?" Layla asked.
"Quileute thing. Sam can explain it tomorrow." Jake said quickly.
"Hey, yeah tomorrow your birthday?" Leah asked, knowing full well it was.
"Yup." Layla said. "And I've got everything I wanted."
"What's that?" Leah asked.
"I wanted to be with Sam. And to kiss him. As much as I can." Layla said happily.
Sam smiled proudly and pulled Layla to him, kissing her deeply. Layla giggled into the kiss, holding onto Sam. Sam pulled back and peppered Layla's face with kisses, making her smile and swoon even more.
"My first and best birthday present." Layla said softly.
"You've not had a birthday party? Or gifts?" Leah asked.
Layla shook her head, but didn't look sad. She looked up at Sam and smiled shyly. It was clear to anyone who looked at the pair for more than half a second that they both were clearly head over heels for each other. Layla looked up at Sam like he hung the moon. Sam looked down at his little Imprint and knew the sun rose and set in her eyes and there wasn't anything or anyone who could change his mind.
"Hey, weren't you wearing pants when I dropped you off?" Seth asked as he walked into the bedroom.
"Um...no?" Layla said sweetly, looking up at Sam.
"I didn't see any pants." Jake said.
"Same. Just a long shirt. Why were you looking anyway?" Leah teased. "Sam, watch out. Might have some competition."
"No way!" Seth said quickly.
"Are you saying she's not pretty enough?" Sam asked, trying not to grin.
"No! No, she's beautiful!" Seth said in a panic.
"So you're saying you think Layla's hot?" Jake asked.
Seth actually whimpered when he looked at Sam.
"No! I didn't say-" Seth said.
"So you're saying she's ugly?" Leah asked.
"I'd never say that! She's beautiful! But I'm not...I…" Seth whined, looking panicked at Layla.
"Oh, quit picking on him. Come here, Seth." Layla said, opening her arms.
Seth all but dove to Layla's open arms for protection, hiding his face against her shoulder. Layla petted on him, rubbing his back.
"Don't be mean to my favorite." Layla said. "Poor Seth. Are they always this mean to you?"
"Mmhmm. So mean to me. But you're so nice. You're my favorite, too." Seth whined softly.
Leah elbowed Jake and winked.
"Looks like he's stepping in on your girl there, Sam." Jake said.
Layla felt Seth tense and drop his arms.
"Zip it, numbnuts." Layla nearly growled. "You're going to give him anxiety thinking that he can't show any affection to me without making someone upset and I really like it when someone is affectionate. I didn't get any until I met Sam and I really like it and yeah. Zip it."
Sam smiled brightly. Jake's mouth dropped open and Leah looked from Layla to Jake.
"Oh, snap!" Leah said, giggling.
"And while I'm at it," Layla said, turning to glare at Leah. "You have Jake! Don't be all smooching on Sam because he's mine and you already have someone and that's just rude!"
Sam, Seth, Leah and Jake snorted in laughter.
"What makes you think Leah and I go around smooching, baby girl?" Sam asked, grinning.
"I saw it." Layla said.
"When did we do that?" Leah asked, holding back a smile.
"At the diner before I fell. I was coming out of the bathroom and I saw you bend over and lean into him." Layla said, frowning. "He's mine."
"Oh, baby girl. No. She was whispering to me is all. We barely kissed when we dated a couple of years ago. I promise you, neither of us will ever want to kiss the other. You're the only one my lips will ever touch. Just like Jake is the only one hers will ever. That's a guarantee." Sam said.
"I can't believe you thought they kissed." Jake teased.
"That's what it looked like to me." Layla pouted. "That's why I kept going for Paul. I thought there was no way that Sam would ever like me compared to Leah. No competition. And it really sucked because Sam smelled so good and was so warm and just...I thought I had no chance. And Paul…" she shrugged.
"You're right about there being no competition. But to say Sam would ever pick me, or anyone, over you? Biggest whopper I've ever heard. You would win, hands down. He's only got eyes for you, babe." Leah said, smiling.
Layla looked over at Sam and saw him looking at her with the biggest smile on his face. Layla let go of Seth and took the few steps over to Sam and held her arms out to him. Sam picked her up without hesitation and held her in his arms. Layla wrapped her arms and legs around him, grinning.
"Nice panties." Jake said, hiding behind Leah who was giggling.
"Jake, do you wanna wear panties? Is there something you want to confess?" Seth asked in complete seriousness.
Layla, Sam, and Leah burst out laughing. Jake sputtered for a comeback but came up empty, making Layla giggle even harder. Layla leaned backwards and high fived Seth. Seth looked so proud of himself and was eating up the attention from his Alpha's Queen. He really hoped he found an Imprint exactly like Layla. Someone sweet and who took up for him among looked at him the way Layla looked at Sam. He'd cherish her and worship the ground she walked on. Layla yawned softly and laid her head against Sam's shoulder.
"I guess we'll be heading home. We'll come over tomorrow and hang out." Leah said.
"You all don't have to go." Layla said. "I'm not tired."
"You're exhausted, shorty. If you're anything like Sam, then you haven't been sleeping that much since you've been apart. We'll bring lunch over tomorrow, yeah? Since it's your birthday, it can be grilled cheese and tater tots." Jake said.
"But I don't have any money to pay for it." Layla frowned.
"You don't pay for anything on your birthday, silly goose!" Seth said. "It's your day to be pampered and treated like queen. The birthday girl never pays for anything. Besides, Sam wouldn't let you pay for anything anyway. I know I wouldn't let my Imprint pay for anything or lift a finger."
"Imprint?" Layla asked. "Quileute version of girlfriend?"
"Bingo!" Jake said, glaring at Seth.
"I like that. Imprint. Like it's part of you." Layla said sleepily.
"We'll see you tomorrow, birthday babe." Leah said. "Come on, boys."
"Don't be picking on my Seth anymore." Layla said with a yawn.
Seth smiled triumphantly. He stuck his tongue out at Leah and Jake as they left. Sam laid Layla on the bed and went through the house, making sure the lights were off and the doors were locked before coming back to bed. Layla was sitting in the middle, looking tired and grumpy. Sam wanted to chuckle. She was pouting because he set her down. Sam pulled his shorts back off before crawling into bed, grabbing Layla on his way down and pulling her to him. Layla straddled his waist before laying her head on his chest.
"I like that I can hear your heart beating." Layla whispered.
"I like that you can hear it and that you're here with me to hear it. Means I can wrap my arms around you and hold you and feel your breath on my skin. I know that you're with me and that you're safe." Sam said.
"Can we kiss more tomorrow?" Layla asked, half asleep.
"You never have to ask that. Anytime, anywhere the answer will always be yes." Sam replied. "Sleep sweet, baby girl."
Layla was softly snoring. Sam pulled her even tighter and kissed the top of her head. His mind went over his day. How it started out so dull but became the absolute best when his Layla crawled in beside of him. She never ceased to amaze him and he loved her so much that no words in any language could even come close to describing it. Hopefully tomorrow at the bonfire, he could tell her everything. He prayed that Layla would accept his wolf and everything that came along with being the Alpha's Imprint. She would be the pack mother, more or less, to a bunch of wild shifters and they would treat her as such. Sam hoped she would love it, and if her standing up for Seth when he was getting picked on was any indication, she'd take to it naturally. He imagined scenarios in his head about how Layla would be with his brothers. Of course, they'd show her the utmost respect and she would lovingly smack them back in line if they stepped out. He smiled when he imagined, one day, coming home and seeing his Layla so round, pregnant with his child. He'd feel the baby kick excitedly against his hands, knowing that he or she was so well loved even then. Sam wanted that so badly he could almost taste it. He knew his brothers would be so excited. She'd never be left alone. He knew Seth would always be at her side, waiting for the baby to kick so he could feel.
Sam yawned. He finally let himself drift off to sleep with his Imprint in his arms, safe and sound.
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This is your Christmas present, kids! A 4,000+ word lovey dovey ooey gooey yummy delicious umf chapter that will make you sweat, sigh, and swoon! This took me a while to write it all out, but I think I did okay, especially considering how tame I had to make it to fit into these guidelines. Just imagine how racy it would have been could I have gone the full nc rating. Mmm.
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