LPOV
Sam and I had dinner with Seth and my mom the next day. I hadn't spent much time with my mom in months. It felt nice to be with her.
"Mom, what do you know about Bella Swan?" The Bella problem had been heavy on my mind and I wanted to get my mom's thoughts on the whole situation. That meant clueing her into the situation first.
"Charlie's girl? She's really sweet. Why?"
"Well, she's been dating one of the Cullens."
"Doesn't the story say…" I could see her mind churning with this information. "But aren't the Cullens cold ones? I mean, I realize that's just a story… but if you all are werewolves …is that what you're telling me? That Charlie's girl is dating a vampire?"
"Yeah," I said, "and I'm kind of torn about what we should do about it.".
"Charlie doesn't know!" She looked frantic for a second, but gained her composure impressively fast.
"And we can't tell him," I said. "Remember the treaty? It was part of the story about the Cullens."
Sam added, "Bella herself knows, though, and she's fine with it."
"How can she be fine with that? They smell awful," Seth said, making a disgusted face.
Mom considered for a minute, thinking through the stories and legends, I'm sure. She stated, "I don't think there's anything you can do about Bella. As long as they don't break the treaty, she is free to live her life."
"Yeah," I said, "I'm not suggesting kidnapping her for her own safety or anything. That would be psychotic. I'm more thinking, how much should we talk to her? How much should Jacob be allowed to say to her about us and our people?"
"She doesn't know about the pack, though, right?" Mom asked.
"I ordered Jacob not to tell her anything about us," Sam said. "But he used the same legends loophole that I used to tell Leah. He's told her all our legends."
"Oh, God!" Mom looked a little panicky again. "So that means we must assume that the Cullens know all our legends."
"But she doesn't know our current and future plans," I said, "or things we're discovering about pack life that weren't in the legends that Jacob knows."
"So you could tell Jacob he's not allowed to talk about anyone in the pack?"
"Including himself?" I asked.
"Yeah. It's harsh, but it sounds like you can't trust him."
"Sam?" I wanted his opinion on that suggestion.
"I think that's a great start," he said.
"Sam and I were talking about the protectors and who they had to protect. Like are we obligated to protect pale faces? What do you think, mom?"
"The top priority is the tribe," Mom said. "If you can protect others without endangering the tribe, you should."
"And Bella Swan is an edge case," Sam said firmly. "She is a danger to the tribe, in my opinion."
"It pains me to say, but I agree," Mom said.
"I like Bella." Seth said, maybe not grasping the entire conversation.
"We all like Bella," I said. "That's not the point. The question is, how much do we protect her if she is already endangering the tribe?"
"I say not at all," Sam answered. "Leah wants the rez to be a safe haven for her, a place where the cold ones can't get to her. I don't like that idea."
"I agree with you, Sam. If we are a haven for her, it gives them a reason to want to come here," Mom said. "I'm going to talk to Billy about all this."
Sam looked so fucking smug.
"Thanks for your input, Mom. What do you think Daddy would have wanted?"
"Your dad had a strong friendship with Charlie. Billy and Charlie fought over the Cullens, so Harry made sure Charlie was still connected to the tribe. He loved Charlie, but it was also best for the tribe that way, keeping the Chief of police close. Your dad liked Bella because she was Charlie's. He would never put her safety above the good of the tribe, though. Why don't you two meet with Billy about all this? Then everyone will be on the same page."
"Let's go do that now." I said to Sam.
He nodded. Sam thanked my mom for having us for dinner. We left to see Billy.
SPOV
"So, where are you at with this Bella question?" I asked her as we headed toward the Black's house.
"We are protectors of the tribe," she intoned. "We protect against the cold ones. She is friends with cold ones and gives them an excuse to come here. I'm on board. We cannot be protectors of the tribe and Bella at the same time. The two contradict. I get it. I'm with you."
Thank fucking God. I could not let this go, but I did not want to fight with her about it for days on end either.
Jacob was not there when we arrived to talk to Billy. Old Quil was there, though.
"Let me see those neck scars," Old Quil demanded as soon as we walked through the door.
He walked up to me first and pushed my chin to one side to get a better look. I was glaring at him. Then he reached up to do the same to Leah.
I grabbed his wrist and held it still. "Don't touch her," I warned harshly. I turned to my wife. "Leah, can you turn your head so he can get a better look?" I was still holding his wrist as Leah turned so he could see.
"I see." He said, a little harshly. "And you are indeed phasing, Leah Clearwater? You look healthy and strong." He looked up and down her body like he was sizing up a race horse. There was nothing sexual about it, but it was still gross, dehumanizing.
"Yes, I am phasing," she said, cold as steel in January.
"Well, I guess I was mistaken, then," Old Quil admitted. "I have some texts about the supposed alpha mates of the last packs, the few that had them. You may stop by to read them if you'd like. You may come to me with questions as well, although I will make the final decision about whether I actually want to give out information."
Then he left. He was a strange little man, but his father was in the last pack, so he had a wisdom that the rest of us needed.
"Why does he have all the texts about previous packs, Billy?" Leah asked. I had never even considered the question.
"There's nowhere else to put them." Billy said distractedly, getting a beer from the fridge.
"You can put them in my old room at my mom's," Leah suggested, "or at our house."
"I'll bring it up at the next council meeting," Billy said cheerily, brushing the topic aside.
"Why is the pack not represented at the council?" Leah asked. She was the best, hitting hard with tough questions.
"I represent the pack at the council, as does Old Quil and your father did, too. Sue will probably take Harry's place, and then she will be part of the representation for the pack."
"That's not good enough, Billy." I was pissed to learn that Harry had been the pack's representative. I was right with Leah. The council needed to do better with representing the needs of the pack, especially if we weren't even able to access pack books without Old Quil's approval. "We are giving up our lives for this tribe and we don't even get a say? You know we can take all those books by force right now, don't you?" It was an empty threat but I was mad.
"That's not a great way to get a seat on the council," Billy said calmly.
"Billy, I thought you were a friend to the pack," I said accusingly. "That's what you always say, but right now it doesn't feel like it."
"I am a friend to the pack. That's why I'm advising against becoming a book thief, Sam." Billy looked me in the eye, sternly. There was no fear there now.
"Why is Old Quil the gatekeeper of pack knowledge? He's the worst," Leah asserted.
Billy sighed. "Because I had small children, and I didn't think this house was the best place for the books. So he happily took them."
"How many books are we talking about, Billy?" I asked.
"Maybe two large bookshelves."
"Can you get them back? You are the owner, right?" I asked.
"As chief, yes."
"Are you willing to do it?" I asked.
He sighed. "I'm hesitant. I am the heir of the previous alpha, that is why I am heir to the books. At the same time, you are current alphas, so in a way, they are rightfully yours." He looked at us, sizing us up, "But you are only children."
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, BILLY!" I was furious. He was terrified. His fear was nothing to me. He should be afraid, withholding what was ours.
Leah touched my arm, trying to calm me. I took in a few breaths and tried to compose my face. "If they are ours, we will take them. End of that conversation. We are here about Bella."
"Fine." He said, actually fucking trembling in his wheelchair. Maybe I had scared him too much. "I'll support you with gathering the texts. What about Bella?"
"We don't think she should be allowed on the reservation now that the Cullens have returned." Leah said with conviction.
"I agree." Billy said.
"And we would like council on how to keep Jake in line regarding Bella. You know he's leaked information to her, right?" I said.
"Yes, the simplest solution would be to forbid him from communicating with her at all."
"I was aiming for something more delicate." Leah said.
"Such as?" Billy asked.
"Something that would let her continue to be his friend. Something that would let her know she had an escape route from the vampires if she needed one."
"Well, we can tell her that it's us or them. As long as they are in her life, she has no place in our community. If she ever changes her mind, she is welcome here." Billy suggested.
"Can you tell her that, Billy?" I asked. "And make sure that Charlie knows too so that we don't have any misunderstandings?"
Billy nodded. "It won't be an easy conversation, but I've already been preparing for it."
"And we'll give Jacob the alpha order tomorrow," Leah added. It was nice to have that settled. "Thank you Billy, now back to the books. How do we ensure we get all the books?"
"You have a pack meet tomorrow, right?"
"Yep, every Tuesday." I affirmed.
"What time can the whole pack meet at Old Quil's?" This was going way smoother than I initially thought.
"We can all be there at 3:30." I said.
"Ok, I'll be there at 3:30 on the dot. We'll all go in together as a surprise. Some pack will move books and others will guard Old Quil."
"Why won't he give them up willingly?"
"He might. I mean, he probably will for the most part. But he's a shifty one. I don't want to give him the opportunity to hold a few back."
"Ok, thank you, Billy. You are a friend of the pack. What about getting representation on the council, though? Real representation. Like one of us on the council?"
"I've been trying for months, Sam," Billy still looked terrified. "but for so long it was only the three of you. Now there are eight and the Cullens are back. Things might change."
"If there is no representation on the council, we will act as free agents, doing what we think is right." Leah said, totally self assured. "Your rules will have no bearing on our activities and we all know that your rules are unenforceable to us."
She was so hot.
"Billy, we're not trying to intimidate you." I tried to assure him. "I'm sorry if I scared you. We won't hurt you. We want you on our side. But Leah shifted for a reason, and quite frankly, it's because I wasn't getting the job done properly without her. So, we've got some corrections to make, and we'd like your help. We'll be on our way. Thank you. See you tomorrow."
When we got home, I wanted to fuck Leah right away, but she had other ideas.
"Let's make room for the bookshelves in the living room."
"That's a smart idea," I had to admit.
LPOV
We started to empty our bookshelves and moved them to the bedroom. As we moved through the space, Sam would brush against me ever so slightly, or unload bookshelves right next to me, very much in my personal space.
I knew he wanted me. I wanted him too, but sometimes waiting made it so much better. I knew he could smell me. Even I could smell me. I reeked of desire. But I kept shuffling the books, pretending that I wasn't yearning for him.
When all the books were in the bedroom, I said, "should we measure the space to make sure the new bookshelves will fit?"
"Oh fuck that, Leah." He said, grabbing my waist and pulling me to him, chest to chest. He unbuttoned my shirt, then pulled it over my head. "There's no way," he whispered into my ear.
"Don't we want to make sure it will all fit?" I asked again, still teasing him.
He growled and unclasped my bra. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me while pulling my bra down my arms. Then he grabbed one tit in each hand, gently caressing.
"You've been teasing me, girl, and you will pay," he said, his lips tickling my ear.
He pulled down my jeans and panties. I lifted my feet out for him, waiting and wanting.
He kept my back on the wall, but lifted my thighs and ass as he licked my clit in broad strokes. I could feel it beginning to pulse, and he pulled away just before I climaxed. He placed my feet on the ground and he stood to kiss me.
"I want you in bed," he said. He slapped my ass as I walked away from him toward the bed. I lay on my back and opened my legs wide.
"God damn," he muttered. "You're not making this easy on me."
"I'm not trying to," I said in a raspy voice.
He climbed over me and licked a line from my nipple, up over my bite mark, up my cheek, and ended at my hairline.
He plunged into me. He entered fast, then slowly slid all the way out, not even leaving the tip in. He did this over and over. I think he could do it for hours without coming if he kept the pace just right. I couldn't. I needed him. I gently pushed on his shoulder, but he wouldn't budge. He just kissed me at the same slow pace that he was entering and exiting me.
How? How can I fuck him? When he was in me all the way, I wrapped my legs around his butt and clung to him.
His face looked completely shocked. Then I started grinding on him and bouncing and he was loving it, but he wanted the power back. I could see it in his eyes. But this felt so good!
"You're funny," he whispered. At that point, he was on his knees with his butt on his heels. I was in his arms. He was holding my butt firmly. He lifted me slowly, almost entirely off his cock. Then he slowly lowered me.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I wailed.
"Doing what?" He asked in an innocent tone.
"Not fucking me. Why aren't you fucking me proper?"
"How long have I wanted to fuck you tonight?" He asked, continuing with his painfully slow movements.
"Since Billy's."
"Bingo. And how long have you wanted to fuck me?"
"Since Billy's."
"Mmhmm."
In a rapid motion, I pushed my arms straight out, taking his arms with me. I was free! Then I put my hands on his shoulders and bounced on that dick.
Again, he looked shocked and a little pained. I looked at his arms. They had red marks, a sign of early bruising where I had hit them. I kept bouncing on that dick before he could retaliate.
I kissed him hard. "I didn't mean to hurt you." I said. He had those hungry eyes again. Oh shit.
"Hurt me? That was amazing. You are amazing." He pushed me down onto the bed and slid his arms under my back, holding me by the shoulders.
He started slamming into me and it was great, but too fast. My hands were on his shoulders and I pushed fast on one, spinning him over so I was on top.
"Not so fast," I said. "You'll come too soon."
He grunted with desire. "Oh my God, baby! How are you doing that?"
I was bouncing and grinding and bouncing and grinding. I wanted this to last. He had teased me and I had teased him, but now I just wanted to enjoy him.
"Doing what?" I asked.
"Pushing me around? No one pushes me around. No one."
"I do." I said.
He growled then kissed me, sucking on the mark on my neck.
I was screaming as I climaxed. "Sam, agh! Sam!"
It was so good and I was exhausted. He easily rolled me over and began teasing me again, slowly filling me and then pulling almost all the way out. Resting on one elbow, he licked the middle finger of his other hand. He reached between my legs and started caressing my clit, going twice as fast as he was fucking me, but keeping the rhythm of the two together.
"Sam, this… agh… Sam, this feels so good."
"You like it, baby? You like feeling every inch of me slowly fill you over and over again. I like it too. It's the perpetual connection that we both crave."
"Oh wow. Oh wow." It was. It was exactly that. "But you need to come too."
"I will, baby, I will. I can't do this forever. But I want to get you off one more time. You ready for me to do that? Or do you want me to keep taking it slow?"
"Get me off. I want you to get off, too."
"Ok, baby." He started rubbing furiously. Sam knew just what to do. He had years of practice and…
My body was convulsing. He was watching my face, looking me in the eye, adoring me.
Then he reached both hands under my shoulder and gripped my shoulders again. He thrusted into me so hard it felt like he knocked the wind out of me. But it felt so good.
"You ok?"
I nodded. "Amazing." He would thrust, grind on my clit, thrust, grind on my clit. "You're supposed to be coming, not making me come again."
"I decide what I'm supposed to be doing," he asserted. Gah! He was so hot.
I was screaming again. "Sam! Sam! Saaaaaaam!"
He thrust into me again and held it, spewing his hot jizz into me. Then he flipped me so I was on top. "Sorry," he said. "I meant to flip you before I came, but I lost it when you screamed my name like that."
"You liked that?"
"It's my favorite sound in the world." He was rubbing my butt.
"That was amazing, Sam, like more than usual somehow."
"It didn't go how I planned it, but that made it even better, you pushing me around like that."
"Are you hurt? It looked like your arms were bruised."
He held his arm up for me to see it. The bruise looked like it was a week old and healing fast. "Did I hurt you with that thrust? The hard one? I couldn't read your face."
"I mean, yeah, but it felt so good. You know how hurt can feel that way sometimes? Like when I bit you?"
"Yeah, that's how it felt when you pushed my arms and knocked me over. It felt amazing. I still don't understand how you did it."
"I am speed," I said. "I think that's why it's bruised. Did your shoulder bruise too?"
"Uh. It feels like it. So are you stronger than me because of this speed? It was so hot, Lee-lee. So fucking hot. It never occurred to me that you could dominate me. Like, I let you act like you are dominating me sometimes, but for you to actually overpower me. It's so good."
"I didn't know that was a fantasy of yours."
"It wasn't! I always assumed I was the dominant in our relationship. Not that you would ever be described as the submissive, but at least physically I'm obviously dominant…" He was shaking his head happily. "I never expected you could actually overpower me."
"I don't think I could hold you down. I think I can just push you around."
"That's still incredible. I don't know if you know this, but I'm really strong."
"Yeah, I know that." I giggled.
"Stronger than anyone in the pack, and they are all really strong too. I'm stronger than anyone that I've met in real life. But you pushed me around. Twice. It. Was. Amazing. I'm going to need you to do it again."
"I think I can manage that. Especially when you tease me so mercilessly. That was insane, but so good. But also like torture before I came the first time."
"So next time I should get you off, then torture you?"
"Yep." I nodded.
"I bet you could break Paul's nose." He said.
"Of course I can."
"I'm coming home for my lunch break tomorrow." He said.
"What for?" I asked.
"It's for Seth. He wants me to fuck you before the meet starts."
"You're so considerate." I sighed. "We really should measure that wall to make sure the shelves will fit."