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Summary:
Jake/ Samara Jake and Samara are together again for the first time in years and everything will be alright now. They deserve it, right? When strange visitors come to Forks, Billy Black and Charlie Swan are put in the hospital. Now, Samara's past is brought to the light and the secrets Jacob knew she always hid are darker then he could have ever imagined. Lies, betrayals and the return of old friends and enemies, turn Forks Washington and the surrounding area into a battle ground, where the fate of all the immortals will be decided. This is the sequel to Watermark Book two of the Imprints of Life series Final Chapter posted.


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2. Why Do You Do That?

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He his lips were on her neck again, his breath warm against her skin as he steadily moved lower. She took in gulping breaths as her body heated up and she felt her tempter was rivaling even his. The soft cushions of the couch pressed against her back, but she was only aware of the muscular body on top of her. She ran her fingers over his back, earning a hiss as her hands moved to his chest and down his abdomen and lower. She was awarded with a growl and a harder bite just above her beast that sent her whole frame shivering. hands abandoned that place bellow his stomach and allowed her nails to rake their way up softly. Another growl and he moved slightly, pressing her more firmly against him. She could feel his hands moving up her leg, bared by her short sleeping shorts. More heat made her gasp and push him away. He let her, surprisingly still in control, and looked at her curiously until she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She watched his eyes turn even blacker, but tackled him before he could do anything. Had he not wanted to, he would not have gone down. She could tell by the smirk that was playing across his lips as she straddled his waste. She lost sight of his face when she bent over to place kisses on his jaw, moving steadily up his ear and down to his neck. She stopped at the neck before she bit him. A few things happened at once. First she tasted hot blood, he flipped her over (hard) with a roar and she sat up in bed breathing heavily.

She was in her dorm and it was Thursday night. She groaned and massaged her forehead, glancing at the clock as she did so. It read twelve AM. She had only been asleep for a couple of hours, but it had been long enough.

"I would love to meet this Jacob guy, he sounds hot."

Samara looked up to see her roommate, Zoë, sitting at the desk with a textbook in her lap. The pink haired girl raised an eyebrow at her friend before turning back to the text book.

"Ha. Ha," Samara ground out, swinging her legs over the side of her bed and searching for her boots. She found them and pulled them on, grabbing her jacket off the foot of her bed.

"Where are you going?"

"For a walk. If I'm not back by dawn call the police," she muttered. She slammed the door behind her.

It was cold, thankfully, but her body did not cool down. Her mind, always an over thinker, was replaying her dream over and over again. She did not know what her dream self was thinking, biting him like that. Jacob was the alpha male of his pack, albeit a new Alpha, but an alpha nonetheless. Somehow, her conscious knew how he would react to such an advance.

Normal wolves, showed their dominance by posturing. Raising their heads above the others. Biting them to demand submission. She had demanded his submission and he would have none of it. She was surprised he had allowed her head above his. All his wolf instincts would have screamed against it.

She wondered at the look he had given her before she woke up. He had not been angry, but he had not been happy either. He looked like he was going to attack her. Perhaps that was the way she would get what she wanted.

Samara snorted at that thought. She was getting what she wanted. She had wanted to wait until they were married. He had not, but he was holding back for her. Now she was the one who wanted it and he seemed fine with taking it nice and slow. Why was this happening to her? It did not seem fair. She was having a hard time being alone with him and not jumping him. Sure she would attack his mouth every once and awhile, but she wanted more of him. To taste all of him. He seemed to be getting more lax then before. When she first came to the Reservation six months ago he had kept it to kisses and minimal groping, stopping when he was about to pull an article of clothing from her body.

She found out, that Sam had ordered him not to go to far, giving very detailed specifics on what that was. Jacob, after all, had found loopholes in his orders before. Jacob told her it was Sam's way of protecting his pack. Apparently he was not sure if human birth control was strong enough to stand up to a werewolf and he refused to take the chance that Jared or Jake might impregnate either of the girls. Both she and Kim had been there for that conversation. The look of pure horror and mortification on their faces had been so funny that Samara, however mature she was about these issues, had started laughing. Kim had just turned red, which made Samara laugh even harder. The boys had avoided them the rest of the day.

That would explain before. Now, it was just a mystery. Jacob was now the leader of the pack and able to whatever he wished. He had warned his pack though about what Sam had said. The only one he outright forbade was Seth and the younger members of the pack who were still in their teens. He probably did not want to be hypocritical.

Still, it was frustrating with him not wanting to marry her until she finished college.

"No distractions," he had claimed.

What was this? She was distracted every time she saw him and she barely got a goodnights sleep anymore. She was debating getting into a big fight so she was angry enough not to want him.

She kicked a pinecone, littering the street outside her dorm and looked up and saw him. He was standing a little ways down with his arms crossed over his bare chest. As she approached, she wondered if her smell was giving away her thoughts. Judging by the smirk on his face, it was.

She almost did not go to him out of embarrassment, but she thought better of it when an especially chilly gust of wind blew her hair over her face.

When she reached him, she hugged him right away.

He kissed her forehead and nuzzled her neck gently. "So, who were you thinking about?"

"What are you doing here?"

He grinned. "I asked you first."

"My neighbor," she said with all seriousness.

"I see," he said softly and turned to walk towards her building.

The sudden loss of warmth made her shiver. "What are you doing?"

He looked back at her, keeping his face straight, even though his lip was twitching. "I'm going to tear the bastard's throat out."

"Very funny."

He chuckled and moved back over to her. "I decided I missed you. I ran over."

"You're stalking." She buried her face in his chest and inhaled. He smelled very Jake. Warm and leafy, and musky. Like a wolf.

She sighed and he wrapped his arms around her. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah. I just can't wait for this week to be over. I have no projects so I can spend the weekend."

"I look forward to it."

They stood silently for a couple of minutes before Samara said something she regretted as soon as it left her mouth. "Do you find me attractive?"

He starred at her like she had bugs crawling out of her ears. "Of course I do!"

Samara just nodded.

"Why?" he asked, as if afraid of the answer.

"I just- you seem to be distancing yourself lately. As if you don't want to be around me."

Jacob snorted. "Believe me, that is the last thing I want."

She bit her lip. "Why then?"

He pulled her close again. "I know you are not that naïve, Samara."

She leaned against him and looked up. "Is this about the pack then? Not wanting to seem hypocritical or anything?"

Jacob sighed and stepped away so they could be eye to eye. "Do we have to have this conversation here, at midnight, outside? Can't it wait till you come Friday afternoon."

"Fine," she hissed.

Jacob sighed. "You're doing it again."

"What?" she muttered.

"Not saying what you want and when I don't guess, getting mad at me. Picking a fight."

"It's easier that way." She glowered up at him.

The smirk was back again. "Do I haunt your dreams?"

"No," she snapped, punching him in the chest. She massaged her hand causing him to laugh. "It's not funny."

"Why do you pick fights with me?" he asked sobering.

"You're sure asking a lot of questions." She turned her back on him and crossed her arms over her chest.

A thick arm wound itself around her waste. "Tell me?" he whispered. "Quit hiding again."

Samara bit her lip, before beginning haltingly. "Fighting...helps me. I did not grow up to much around Ben and Emily. My mom...she didn't exactly...she used me for her purposes. In business and all that." The arm tightened. " Fighting...made me distance myself. It made me angry so I was not hurt. Does that make sense?"

"Yes."

Her voice was a little stronger now, but it was very low. "I don't believe half the time that you are who you claim to be. That I am non just some thing that you will throw away when I have served your purpose."

He turned her around so fast she was dizzy. His look almost made her burst into tears. It was so mixed. Angry, sad, hurt...loving. Angry at her family, sad that he could not stop them, hurt that she did not trust him. Loving...loving her. She burst into tears then, burying her face in his chest and sobbing.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her and stroked her hair, muttering words in a language she had never heard before. It relaxed her until she stopped crying.

"What are you doing in your classes tomorrow?" he asked, resting his chin on her head.

"Lectures mostly. There is nothing important to do."

"Do you have someone who could give you notes?"

"Yes."

"Then come to my place early."

She looked up at him with a frown. "How? You ran here."

"You just have to hold on really tight and close your eyes. It makes you kind of dizzy."

Her mouth dropped open. "Really?"

He shrugged. "Get what you need and meet me in those trees."

She grinned wider then she had in awhile and raced back to her room. Zoë was asleep when she got there, so she grabbed her backpack of clothes (one she always kept packed for a fast trip) and left her a note saying she was leaving early and not to call the police.

She grabbed another sweatshirt and pulled it on, along with her beanie and a pair of gloves. She could just imagine how cold the wind would be going at the speeds she was about to go. The last thing she grabbed was her sketchbook and art box, stuffing them both in her backpack.

She found Jacob in the wood like he had said. She did not see his wolf form often and it hit her every time how magnificent he looked. She grinned when he licked her on the hand and bent down slightly to allow her to climb on. She did so, grasping her fur tightly and closing her eyes.

"Are you sure about this?"

He did not answer, of course, but started on what he would call a slow jog to get her used to it. It was remarkably smooth, but cold and she ended up burying her face in his fur for most of the trip. Two hours later he stopped and she slid down.

His phasing was very smooth. One second she was looking at a wolf and the next second she was looking at a man. She squeaked and turned around so he could get dressed. He chuckled at this and wrapped his arm around her waste, drawing her close as they headed for his house.

"You know for someone who is complaining about not getting into my pants, you sure don't like to see me naked."

"It surprised me that's all," she retorted halfheartedly. She was tired. Looking at her watch she saw that it was five AM.

"My dad is probably up."

He was and he looked very surprised when Jacob entered with Samara in tow. He smiled wide however and took her hand, his form of greeting. "You're early."

She just shrugged. "It's been a tough week."

"You look tired. You should try to get some sleep."

"Best idea I've heard all night. Besides coming here."

"You can have my room."

"Thanks, Jake," she murmured, giving him a chaste kiss. She was in front of his father after all.

His room was warm and that was very welcoming. She pulled off her many sweatshirts and set them and her backpack at the foot of the bed, before burrowing into the pile of pillows and blankets and falling into a dead sleep.