Embry was at the club with Paul and Brady. Seeing as they were the only non-imprinted wolves left, they mostly stuck together. Their thoughts were too dark to always be around the rest of the pack. And tonight the were getting hammered and laid. Lately, they just killed the vibe in Emily's kitchen or got in trouble for starting fights with the others. And it scared the imprints, so they usually kept to their selves when they could.
Starting fights was fun for these three. It got out their anger about not being happy, ever. Booze and sex were a little fun too. Nothing compared to the rush of fighting though. But if they caused too many fights, or caused one in front of the imprints, Jacob, the Alpha or Jared, his second would usually have to beat them down into submission. That entailed a couple of broken bones by them or by the whole pack if they resisted.
Embry sat at the bar as he took another shot. His seat was sticky, and he could smell an abundance of nasty smells. The club smelled like arousal, sweat, liquor and he could smell a multitude of drugs. He felt nauseated, but he always did.
Embry had already paid for about twenty shots. Shifters had a high tolerance, considering how fast their bodies metabolized the liquor. Paul was fucking a girl in the club bathroom. If Embry tried to, he could listen in, but he didn't want to hear that shit.
Brady was on the dancefloor, flirting with twins, trying to convince them both to go home with him. Embry had no doubt that they'd both agree to sleep with him. Embry was drinking Jack Daniels on the stool. Him and Jack Daniels had history. They've been best buds for a couple of years now.
Embry downed another shot. An inebriated girl standing beside his barstool started dragging her fingers over his biceps as she complimented his skin. He grimaced. She was high off molly. He could smell it. Most of the girls at the clubs that hit on Embry were drunk and sad. He didn't fuck girls who were high. When he smelled a drug in their system, he turned them down.
He paid the girl no attention until she left on her own accord. Embry was too angry to just tell her to go away, he didn't want to end up saying anything rude and kill her high. And the girls tripping out very quickly moved on.
Embry was always angry. He was deeply hurting inside. He'd see in the pack mind, how in love everyone with an imprint was, and he had none. No imprint. He had no one. He didn't know who his dad was. And his mom, June just recently married Theo, a nice man from the Makah rez, so she moved in with him, and Embry moved in with Paul.
Embry was so angry when his mom left. Angry at himself. Embry couldn't tell his mother that he was a wolf since he'd first shifted in high school. This caused a rift between him and his mother. It ruined their relationship, permanently. She'd yell at Embry every day for sneaking out all night. She'd ask him where he'd been all night, if he was on drugs, or selling drugs with his new 'group of friends'.
Embry would apologize every day, and try to convince her that he wasn't doing drugs or dealing them, at first but she never believed him. Embry and his mother's relationship only went downhill from his first shift. Embry stayed despondent and replied vaguely to her questions, and apologized daily. But what Embry broke, he could never fix. The mother, son bond between them was ruined, permanently severed, no matter how much Billy advocated for my Embry's 'friends'.
Embry used to be able to go to Quil and Jacob, his old best friends with everything consisting of his mom and his problems. But since they'd both imprinted, they'd been busy a lot and when Embry would see them and their imprints smiling faces as he had a scowl on his and needed to talk about his problems, he had just begun to feel like a burden.
When Embry turned twenty, his mother found a new boyfriend, Theo, and she spent all of her time with him. When Emby was twenty-one, his mother and Theo got married, and she moved in with Theo permanently. She sold Embry's house in LaPush and told him if I ever kicked the drug habit and cleaned up his act, he was welcome to stay with her and Theo. Little did she know, Embry would never be able to permanently move out of LaPush.
So, Embry moved in with Paul, because both of Paul's parents were deceased and Paul could live with Embry's anger. Paul's anger was just as bad, if not worse. Embry was starting to fear that one day, Paul might accidentally hit someone too hard and kill them. That's why they primarily only started fights with other pack members.
Another girl came up to Embry as he sat at the bar.
"You're so sexy." She drawled.
Embry's six foot three frame, and built physique never failed to get him hit on. It was annoying as fuck. Girls would hit on him or stare at him, everywhere he went. They didn't just idly stare, they'd drip arousal and stink of desperation when he walked by. Embry plastered a seductive grin onto his face."You want to get out of here?" Embry drawled to the drunk girl on his right.
"Yes, I do." She drawled back, with confidence steeped in the way she spoke.
He could smell that she wasn't too drunk, she was the perfect fuck. She was standing beside him, seductively pushing out her hips, wearing a short backless, ivory dress. Her pussy was already wet, he could smell it. She wanted sex, and so did he. The perfect mark for an easy fuck.
Embry waved to the bartender, Cammy and paid his tab. He was always nice to Cammy. He never fucked her. She dealt with tons of drunk men each night, and if they got too handsy, Brady, Paul or himself would step in with an intimidating look and help the bouncers throw them out. And Cammy had never stared and gaped at Embry like most girls did. He respected her.
After paying her and bidding her a safe drive home, Embry stepped up from off the barstool he was sitting on and wrapped his arm around the ivory dress girl's waist.
"What's your name gorgeous?" He asked to placate her. He couldn't give a fuck what her name was.
"Amber. What's yours?" She repeated back.
"Embry." He huffed out, already annoyed with the small talk.
They walked together towards the entrance of the club, on the way the girl waved goodbye to a couple of girls she must have come with. Once the two got to the parking lot, the female started grazing her hands down his sweaty button-up.
"I drove here. That's why I didn't drink a lot." She seductively whispered, as if it was a secret, but it was a clear invitation that they could fuck in her car, or drive to her place. Embry was going to take the former.
"I'm glad you brought your car here." Embry whispered close to her ear, before bringing his tongue to her earlobe and sucking the smooth skin, resulting in getting a moan from her.
They walked to a dark spot in the parking, near no streetlights, as she gestured to where her car was.
Amber clicked the keys to her car, unlocking it as Embry suckled on her neck. Embry gently pushed her into the driver's seat as they continued to make out. He moved his hands to grip her thighs as they made out with the door open, with her in her driver's seat. Embry brought his head down to lick her thighs as her moans increased in volume.
Embry brought his head back up to her ear.
"Stand up." Embry growled seductively into her ear.
She instantly obeyed, and stood in front of her open car door, next to the driver's seat.
"Turn around." Embry said in the same seductive tone.
She stepped so she was no facing the open car door. Embry brought his hands to her thighs and reached up pushing her panties to the side.
She gasped and bent over a little as she clung to the top of her open car door. Embry smirked. This was going to be easy. He started rubbing her clit slowly as she moaned and then pushed two of his fingers up inside her. She was most definitely wet.
Embry unbuttoned the buttons on his khakis and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough so his dick could get out. He pulled up the chic's short dress just enough so he could see her pussy and ass and then placed his hand on her back, sliding down her back, pushing her into a submissive position. Then he slowly entered her and began pounding away as she shrieked and gasped in pleasure.
Embry kept his hands on her waist, helping her stay steadily on her feet as he continued to fuck and pound into the girl's hole. He sighed in relief as he came about twenty minutes later, and then pulled her dress back down, below her ass.
"Thanks for the good time sweetheart, get home safe." Embry told her as he pushed off of her car and made his way through the parking lot, to find his truck.
Paul was already sitting in the passenger seat of his truck as he arrived.
"Bout time you finished!" Paul hollered as he smirked at Embry, as he entered and started the truck.
"Yeah, easy lay." Embry drawled.
"No strings, no complications." He added.
"That's how I like it." Paul said while nodding.
He had patrol with Paul in an hour. Brady had brought his own car to the club. They drove in silence, with just their bubbling depression and just under-the-surface anger as their companions as they made their way back to LaPush from Port Angles.
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It was afternoon and Embry had just gotten off an early morning patrol with Paul when they saw Quil, Sam, Jared and Jacob on the beach.
"A new girl's here today. Some young teenager looks like she's living out of her car just arrived from out of town. She was swimming, she just got back to her car." Jacob said to the other men.
Out of towners coming to the private beaches to swim was not uncommon, but since the pack had been put in charge by the council, they'd mostly put a stop to it. Rowdy, out of town teenagers caused problems.
"She white?" Sneered Paul.
Jacob just nodded as the pack continued to walk down the beach.
"I'll get her to leave." Paul smirked.
That's when Embry walked away from the others and decided he'd go for a swim too. Out of towner had given him an idea.
"I'm going cliff diving." He muttered as he walked towards the road to the cliffs, opposite of the way the rest of them were walking.
Cliff jumping would clear his head a little, and he didn't want to see Paul tell a random runaway teenager that she couldn't swim. He knew Paul wouldn't be nice and he didn't want to watch a girl who was already living in her car, be told that she'd have to go somewhere else. He grimaced. But Paul always got the job done.
Embry jogged to the cliffs. He could have phased in the forest and run as a wolf but Colin and Seth were patrolling and they had newly imprinted. Their thoughts were just a hundred percent gooey and in-love bullshit that Embry didn't want to see in 3D or deal with.
So he jogged to the cliffs and sat down at the top, letting his legs dangle over the side as he looked at the horizon. Embry sat here a lot. Here, he contemplated his death. He'd sit and think about how if he fell, he'd survive. But there were other ways to die as a shifter. He could get initiated into the army, get on a submarine and then phase. Or he could just steal a submarine.
Embry continued his suicidal thought process until he'd had enough planning of that for a day, and leapt and jumped into the water, letting it clear his mind and wishing the cold water wouldn't just wash over him but also his soul.