Sam came home for lunch the next day to smear me with his scent before the pack meet. Then I worked on taking photos of the Twana language book that was in the alpha pairs books. I wanted to be prepared when we figured out how to get it translated. I checked each image to make sure each character was clear.
An idea occurred to me. Old Quil had wanted to read the books Sam had found. Maybe he could help us to translate them. I picked out one of the books and took pictures of all of the pages the same way that I had with the Twana text.
When the guys started to gather in the yard, I approached Quil. "Do you have a computer at your house?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Does Old Quil know how to use it?"
Quil laughed. "No. He's never even tried."
Sam and Paul were the last to arrive. Sam began the meeting. He started in the alpha timber. "This conversation is confidential. It is not to be discussed with anyone outside of the pack." In his normal voice, he told about the treaty, about how the Cullens could drink humans when they weren't residing in Forks, how we were never permitted to be in wolf form in Forks, at least according to the treaty, and how the Cullens were buying our silence by enriching the heirs of the previous pack.
He was looking back and forth at Quil and Jacob. Neither said anything. "Quil, Jacob, were either of you two aware of this?"
They both shook their heads.
"My dad said he got a salary for being chief, and that's why we were doing well," Jacob said.
"Mom said that Dad had a very generous life insurance policy," Quil said.
"Well, my dad ran off with the money, so I guess you're both better off than me. Leah and I are still discussing how we should proceed from here. One option is to simply break the part of the treaty that is unethically enriching these descendants. We are open to ideas and suggestions. Just don't take matters into your own hands."
"How do we tell people their secret without looking like crazy people?" Paul asked.
"Selectively," I answered. "Sam and I were talking about Charlie Swan. He already knows us. He knows the Cullens. We could show him that we are shifters to prove that we are not full of shit. He has a direct line to the Cullens. They would find out pretty quickly that we had told them."
"So what are we waiting for?" Paul asked.
I looked at Sam. He answered better than I could have. "A couple things. The first and greatest is some spiritual clarity. Leah and I have a meditation style that allows us to connect and allows our emotions and conflicts to sort themselves out, giving us both clarity and direction. This ability to connect in meditation comes from our neck marks and it's not something we can rush. It can give us clarity for life issues. So far, we have not received the clarity to talk to Charlie. The second thing is a clear strategy. That's something we'll work on after we receive the clarity, though. We are hopeful that the clarity will give us direction in this."
The pack looked a little stunned. They were staring at me. I kept glancing at Sam, then looking out at the pack.
Jared spoke first. "So, if I bit Kim, would we be able to do this meditation thing?"
"Probably not," Sam said. "Jared, don't bite Kim, especially not on the neck. She's not a wolf."
"Sometimes I kind of want to though," he said, sheepishly.
"Have you asked Old Quil about that?" Sam asked.
"No. After Paul's experience with him, I get the sense that he's a bit of a prude."
"Everyone's a prude compared to Paul. Ask him anyway. Or go to Billy if you'd rather. And when you find information, we want to know it. Ok?"
Jared nodded.
Paul spoke up next. "Have you learned anything about getting more she-wolves?"
"It's just one per pack, Paul. Drop it." I said sharply.
"Any questions that aren't about thirsting after my wife?" Sam asked, jaw clenched.
"Could this put Bella in danger? Telling Charlie, I mean," Jake asked.
"I don't see how," Sam said. "This will give Charlie more opportunity to protect her."
"Against vampires?" Jake said. "Couldn't it put Charlie in danger too?"
"Well that's a good point," I said, "and that's why we're waiting for the clarity. Thank you, Jake."
"Any other thoughts on the treaty?"
"What are the consequences if we break it?" Embry asked.
"The money should stop. It is a mutual non aggression pact. So it is possible that they will become aggressive. It is also possible that they will come onto our land."
"If we choose to break the treaty, why can't we just go and kill them?" Embry asked.
"One of them is a mind reader." Jake said. "One tells the future, and one can feel and manipulate emotions. They are not easy to kill."
"How do you know all this, Jake?" Sam asked.
"When I told Bella the legends after I shifted, it was an exchange of information. I promised I wouldn't tell the pack about the vampire's traits as long as she didn't tell the vampires anything about the pack."
"Did she tell the vampires about us? Have you been communicating with her?" Sam asked sternly, eyebrows furrowed.
"No, I haven't been communicating with her and I don't know what she told them. I just… I wanted to tell you guys, ok?"
Sam nodded. "Thank you for telling us now. I'd like to go into the pack mind and get that memory off you. We're not doing the usual pack run today, guys. We're changing it up, but let's all get into the woods and watch this memory," Sam instructed.
That's how we learned all about vampire strengths and weaknesses, and about their sparkly skin.
"That mind reading truly changes things," I said. "So Charlie would not be able to conceal the fact that he knew about the vampires."
"And we wouldn't want to phase at his house," Sam added. "We'd want to do it on the rez so that he doesn't have a memory of a treaty violation to show the vampires. Do you want to try for the clarity again tonight, Leah? And if we get it, maybe Sue could invite Charlie to Monday dinner?"
I met his eyes. We were going to make love tonight. My belly felt all tingly thinking of it. "Yeah, whenever we get it, a Monday dinner seems like a good time to talk to Charlie."
"Now we're cooking up a plan," Paul said, rubbing his hands together. He didn't know that the clarity came from love making and we were going to keep it that way.
"Yep," Sam said. "Let's hear reports from patrols."
There were no new trails in the national forest. Everything else was as expected.
I spoke up next. "If any of you are doing well in your Quileute classes, keep with them all four years. We have a lot of Quileute books that need translating. It takes me forever to do even a few pages and I'm in Quileute IV. Having more people at that level would make the work go a lot faster and we won't have to rely on Old Quil for help."
"Embry," Sam said, "do either you or your mom know Makah?"
"I don't but I'm pretty sure my mom does. Do you have Makah books that need to be translated?"
"Yeah, do you think she'd be able to help?"
"Maybe. She's only working part time right now. She doesn't know about the pack, though."
I looked around the pack. "Paul, does your dad know about the pack?"
Paul nodded. "Yeah, he saw Levi Uley's wolf as a child. When the Cullens came back he kept giving me weird looks but eventually he saw me transform in the woods."
"Jared, how about you?"
"My dad's on the council. He knows about us."
"So Embry's the only one who has a parent with no clue?"
Sam was looking around the group now too. "Yeah, anyone else?" No one said anything. "Embry, do you think your mom could handle it? Keep it a secret?"
"She can keep a secret, that I know. I still don't know who my father is."
A couple of the guys chuckled. Sam gave an awkward chuckle, too. He knew that there was a chance that Embry shared a father with him. He said, "Embry, you can tell your mom about the pack, and let us know if she's willing to help with translations." Embry agreed with the plan.
Then we played baseball. Sam and I were the team captains. "Ladies first," Sam said when it was time to start picking teams.
"Paul." I said. I threw Sam a flirty look as Paul smugly joined my team.
"Seth," Sam said. My mouth hung open. I was counting on getting Seth. Seth gave Sam a high five, proud to be Sam's first pick.
"Embry."
"Jared."
"Quil."
"Jake."
It was a good game. Alphas pitched. We didn't lose a single ball or break a window. We stopped when we were tied so there was no animosity.
No one stayed after for questions so Sam and I went in. "I've been taking pictures of books, the Twana text and one of the Quileute ones."
"Why a Quileute book, baby?" he asked, getting comfortable on the couch with one of the English texts.
"I was thinking of having Old Quil translate them for us. He was curious about the books from this box, right? That would satisfy his curiosity without us having to hand over the book."
"Fucking brilliant."
"Yeah," I said, "except Quil said he doesn't know how to use a computer."
"We'll show him."
"We'll have to. How do we go about contacting someone from the Skokomish tribe?"
"We can probably find a phone number for their cultural center online," Sam suggested. "That's probably the best place to start."
"Why don't you stop in at your mom's when I go to school in the morning and we can get a head start?" I suggested.
"Then we can go to Old Quil's after work tomorrow."
"And maybe call the cultural center during our lunch break."
After supper, Sam walked me into the bedroom, slowly removing one garment after another. Then he lay down on the bed on his back. His cock stood straight up.
He beckoned me over to him. I sat on his face. He eagerly ate me out, bringing me over the edge as his nose rubbed my clit.
Then I crawled backwards and landed on his dick.
"I want you to make love to me," Sam said.
I smiled. "Yeah? I can do that."
I rocked on his dick for a while, leaning forward and kissing him. Then I sat up. He squeezed and caressed my breasts while I raised and lowered myself onto his dick, keeping eye contact strong.
I could feel his love for me, his strong desire. I leaned forward and started to grind my clit. My climax was around the corner. I could feel it.
He stilled my hips. He began grinding on my clit from underneath. He wanted to bring me to climax. We kissed while he rubbed my clit just the way I like it, just the way I needed until I was moaning into his mouth.
He started humping up at me, then he turned us over so he was on top. He was looking down at my face, then looking down at my body, keeping his unrelenting slow rhythm. The mingling of emotions began again as he peered into my eyes again. There was love and desire, curiosity and intrigue, pride, ambition, bloodlust, anger, rage, and more desire. It was intense. Sam slipped his fingers between my legs. He was going to come soon and wanted to get me off again first. I was too focused on the emotions, until I was overwhelmed by the sensation. I came hard and then he followed.
He stayed above me, looking down at me. "Jesus Christ, Leah, that was intense. I need to roll off of you." He rolled off but I didn't mind the loss of contact. It was intense. It was a lot of deep and dark emotions and the clarity was… well, it wasn't clear yet.
I reached over and held his hand. "I noticed."
"What are you so angry about?" He asked me softly.
"I thought that was your rage." I said, turning to face him.
"Oh. I don't think so. It didn't feel like mine and that's not really how mine works. I don't hold anger like that."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, when I'm angry, I find a way to express it or act on it."
"What about with Paul?" I asked
"I'm annoyed with Paul, and I pity him. But when I'm angry at him, I just hit him and the anger is released, just like that."
"That's really unhealthy, Sam. You could hurt someone if you make a habit of that."
"Yeah, true, and I'm aware of that, but I'm saying, I don't hold onto my anger, even if I let it out in unhealthy ways."
"What about your anger with me?" I asked.
"We talk about it. Sometimes I want to fuck about it. I think that's the same kind of unhealthy release as me hitting Paul. But you don't usually go for that. You make me talk, then we fuck. But I never hold onto it."
"But you still get mad about my dad."
Sam considered, then explained. "I get mad but I don't stay mad. I'm not mad at your dad right now."
"What about the vampires? The Cullens?" I asked.
"You got me there. That is harder to let go of, but the anger when we made love, that did not feel like my anger with the Cullens."
"Yeah, you're right, Sam," I admitted. "It was my rage. I was stalling while the clarity set in."
Sam laughed. "So? Spill."
"It's about my dad, about him and Charlie and Bella. He could have brought you there ages ago, when Bella first started hanging out with Edward Cullen. You had already phased then. He could have put a stop to it at the beginning. So either he knew about the money and he was protecting it, or he was a coward. Both of those possibilities make me really mad."
"That makes sense."
I continued, "And now we have to take care of it but it's more complicated now. Bella and Edward are in some intense relationship that she's not willing to pull out of, even if it kills her. When we talk to Charlie, it will put Charlie in danger. We'll have to protect him, which could nullify the whole treaty. And the former pack, they did this to us. They should have killed the Cullens on sight. Instead they made this treaty to enrich themselves and yeah, it makes me mad. Now we have to clean it all up."
"So we need to tell your mom to invite Charlie on Monday."
"Yep. And we need to be prepared to order a protection detail for him," I added.
"Shit. That's kind of a nightmare, round-the-clock protection when everyone is in school."
"Have you talked to Uncle Frank more about starting your own crew? That could solve a lot of the problems."
"Yes, this afternoon. He really adores you, Lee-lee. He always has but he was so impressed with your work last week. He's given us the green light whenever we're ready. Do you feel ready?"
I nodded and kissed him, then asked. "Was that what the pride and ambition feelings were about?"
"Sort of, the pride, definitely yes. I think the ambition was about the chief stuff too, at least in part. But I don't have real clarity about that yet, just clarity that I have ambition for it, which is progress, I guess. Where are you at with the chief thing, alpha?"
"I don't know. It's not on my radar right now."
SPOVI went to my mom's house the next morning to figure out how to find someone to translate the text. The Skokomish tribe had a cultural center. That seemed like a good start. Then I went into the basement to work on a surprise for Leah.
At lunch, I called the cultural center but had to leave a message. I guess I'd have to wait for a call back.
After work, Leah and I visited Old Quil. Quil was there too so we walked them both through the pictures. Old Quil happily agreed to translate the books, as long as we gave him a copy of one English book for every Quileute book he translated. We thought this was more than fair. We returned his book on native languages of Washington State.
The next day, Thursday afternoon, I got a call back from the Skokomish cultural center. They suggested I call a guy named Buck White. He was their Twana language teacher at their rez school. I called Buck's number. There was no answer and no answering machine. I'd have to try and catch him when he was at home.
That night, I called Buck again after dinner at my mom's. He did pick up.
"Hello, is this Buck White?" I began in my most professional sounding phone voice.
"Yes."
"Are you the Twana teacher?"
"Yes."
"Ok. My name is Sam Uley. I live in the Quileute reservation. I am Quileute. I found a book in my dad's stuff that is written in Twana and I was wondering how I could get that translated. The cultural center gave me your contact information."
"How do you know it is Twana?" he asked.
"One of our elders had a book on native languages of Washington State."
"Nice. Do you want to mail me the book and I can see if it's something I can do? Then we can talk about pricing or bartering."
"I've got pictures of all the pages," I told him. "I was wondering if I could email them to you. I don't really want to risk losing the book in the mail."
"Sure, that's fine. Let me give you my email address."
Bam! We were on a roll.
I sent him the first five pages and a description of the text's length. He told me he'd get back to me next week on pricing and timetables for the whole text.
~O~
On Saturday, I installed the sturdy, hip-height shelf that I had been preparing in the mornings after Leah went to school. It was a surprise for her. It was sanded and finished.
"What's that for?" Leah asked.
"My trophy," I said jovially.
"Didn't your mom keep all your sports trophies?" She asked.
I started undressing her. She was looking at my face, trying to understand what was going on. I hoisted her onto the shelf and spread her legs out wide in both directions.
I stepped back and took a good look. Fucking perfect. I stepped out of my shorts as I strode near her. Her eyes were fixed on my cock. I stepped right into her.
"It's a custom-height counter."
"It's a fucking shelf," she said.
"That too," I agreed. I was thrusting gently, making sure she was comfortable. "What do you think? Is it comfortable enough? How can I improve it for you?"
"Keep holding me like you are." I was holding the sides of her ribs under her breasts. "I want to show you something that I'd like."
She put both legs straight up so they were next to her shoulders. Her whole body was in the shape of a tight "V" now. "I want something here and here," she pointed to the outside of both calves, "to put my legs against so that I can hold this position. I've always wanted to try wall fucking in this position but it didn't feel safe. Like if you dropped me, it would hurt and it would also be harder for you to hold me like this."
I had to slow way down so I didn't come right away. She looked so fucking good like this. "Can you… can you hold this position while I fuck you now?" I asked.
"Oh you like it?"
She could see my face, my hungry eyes as she called them. "You know I do." My voice came out way huskier that I intended.
"You'll need to hold me steady so I won't topple over. That's why I need some sort of leg hold."
"You bet I can make those." Again, being with her was greater than any fantasy I could come up with. This fucking shelf was my fantasy and there she goes making it better.
I continued to hold her steady as I slammed into her. Her leg position got wonky as she orgasmed, like an 'L' that was tipsy. It was so awesome!
"You're so gorgeous!" I said as I slammed into her for the final time, shooting my load into her.
She sighed. After a minute, she said, "I like the fucking shelf."
"Oh, me too. I've got to get on those leg holds though. The point of the fucking shelf is to that my hands are free to roam around your body while wall fucking."
"Then I ruined it!" she cried.
"You most certainly did not! You've opened up so many possibilities. Can you put your legs back up so I can mark the spots for the leg holds." Her legs went back up and I could feel my erection harden a little. She grinned evilly. "I'm going to move my hands along your legs and you tell me where the best spot is for the leg hold."
I caressed her ass and moved my hand up to her calves. "Around there."
"Ok. I'm going to plant my hands on the wall and I want you to use my wrists to hold yourself up."
She pushed against my wrists. "This is perfect."
I marked the spots with my thumbnails.
"I'm going to need a cushion if you want to go again, big boy."
I growled. I put her legs down and retrieved a towel from the bathroom. I folded it up so it would make a nice cushion. "I think if I installed a cushion, it would lose its usefulness over time. And it would be hard to clean. Let's try a towel, and if it's not great, we'll try other cushion ideas."
She lifted her butt and I slid the towel down under her.
Then I lifted one leg straight into the air and fucked her sideways while rubbing her clit. Goddamn. Married life was the best.