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Chapter 2

Bliss

I stumbled through the open door with Paul attached to my lips in a heated kiss. Paul's arms wrapped around my waist without breaking the passionate lip lock to steady me, forcing me to stay on my feet as he slammed the door shut with his foot. I whined loudly as Paul's fingers feathered over my exposed skin. I was so thankful that I decided to forgo a shirt today since Forks was stuck in the dead of summer. I couldn't say the same thing for Paul, though. He was covered from shoulders to knees in a sleeveless muscle shirt and long blue short.

Paul quickly shoved me against the back of the couch, our kiss breaking apart. I rested my hands against the headrest and watched him with hooded eyes beneath my lashes. Teasingly, Paul licked his lower lip before bringing it into his mouth. His fingers trailed over his stomach, bringing his shirt up slightly before falling back down. My knees shook as a small whimper escaped me. I wanted so badly to see Paul, all of Paul, once again. I don't think anyone had as delectable a body like he did. I wanted to run my hands and tongue all over his hard stomach, leaving no square inch undiscovered. Absentmindedly, my hand left the couch to palm my growing arousal for him, my hips bucking slightly into the warm pressure.

Paul was in front of me in an instant, his hand wrapping around my wrist as it was firmly pushed away, leaving me bucking into thin air. My eyes fluttered closed as Paul's hot breath washed over my face, heating it like a furnace. I felt his nose hovering just a few millimeters above mine, his lips brushing over mine like feathers as he spoke.

"I never said you could touch yourself, Jacob," Paul reprimanded quietly. "So why, if you could please tell me, were you rubbing yourself so blatantly in front of me?"

My eyes rolled back behind my lids, my knees were again shaking under my weight, threatening to collapse right on the floor. I fucking loved it when Paul acted like this. Completely and utterly dominate and possessive. He knew it, too.

"Because I want you," I whispered in a breathy voice. "I need you, Paul. You make me so fucking hard just by looking at you."

Paul let out a sexy chuckle, his free arm once again making its home around my waist, pulling me tightly into him. "I was never going to deny you my touch in the fist place, baby," Paul said coyly. He released my wrist slowly. He stared into my eyes, holding my lusty gaze for what seemed like a day.

My eyes flew open as a loud gasp escaped me as soon as Paul's large hand palmed my hard cock, shocks of instant pleasure shooting up my spine sharply. My hands flew to his arms, my fingers digging into his flesh with bruising strength. I shuddered violently when Paul started to rub me harshly back and forth, his nails dragging over the denim of my shorts. My legs buckled and if it wasn't for Paul's strong hold around my waist, I would have crumpled to the floor with pleasure.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly, loving what Paul was doing to me. He had me panting in no time, my hips bucking into his hot hand like they had a mind of their own.

"Damn, Jake," Paul laughed quietly. "You really are hard. And all of it's for me."

My mouth opened wide, letting in harsh breaths as I tried to control my breathing. "Yes," I nodded. "For you. Everything's for you. Everything."

"Mmm," Paul moaned into my ear. I shivered as Paul placed delicate kisses on my exposed throat, his teeth lightly scraping the thin layer of skin. "I really like the sound of that."

I turned my head to capture his lips again. I wanted to feel him completely dominate my mouth, silently telling me just who's in charge.

After a few minutes of an insanely great make out session, we broke apart as soon as our lungs burned for a fresh dose of oxygen. Paul's hand released me, but soon placed it lightly on the side of my face, his thumb lightly brushing my cheek. I bit my lower lip as I stared into Paul's eyes, his forehead resting against mine; his eyes staring unblinkingly back into mine.

"I love you, do you know that?" Paul asked in a quiet whisper. "I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you by my side all the time."

My cheeks flushed as I dropped my gaze, my lip still firmly planted between my teeth. "Thanks for ruining the moment," I muttered seriously, even though the corners of my lips were quirked up slightly in a smile.

"And how did I do that?" he asked. He nudged my chin with his finger, urging me to look at him. Slowly, my eyes slid to his. A slight tremor slid up my spine when my eyes connected with his intense orbs. Red littered my cheeks as I answered his question, all the while staring into his dark gaze.

"Because you were all dominate and controlling and so fucking hot. Then all of a sudden you go all mushy on me, killing the mood."

Paul's lips parted in a large grin, his brown eyes twinkling in amusement. Suddenly, Paul's arms lifted me off my feet. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. Secured in his arms, Paul carried me into the kitchen, neither one of us breaking our gaze. He set me on the edge of the counter, my legs over the edge. I watched as Paul opened the fridge and examined the contents inside. He handed me two small cartons of blueberries, three cartons of strawberries, and a large bag of grapes.

"What's with all the fruit?" I asked as I set the grapes net to me.

"I have a bit of a fruit craving," Paul confessed as he took out five large chocolate bars. I eyed the candy in his hand. "You can't have strawberries without melted chocolate," he stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I rolled my eyes as I reached for a grape. We were both silent as he pulled a large bowl out, put the bars of chocolate in, and then stuck it into the microwave. He set it for a minute and a half before walking over to me. I pulled out another grape and gently pressed it against his lips. He slowly opened his mouth and pulled it in, his tongue flickering slightly against my fingertips.

"You know what would be better than this?" he asked as I fed him another grape.

"What? You on a cushioned sofa reclining in front of an ocean with Embry and Quil fanning you with palm leaves while I'm sitting beside you, feeding you grapes by the stem?"

I asked with a smirk.

Paul shook his head. "No. What would be better than this would be if I was on a cushioned sofa reclining in front of an ocean with Embry and Quil fanning me with palm leaves while you're naked, bouncing up and down on my cock, and feeding me grapes by the stem."

My mouth dropped open at his cheeky grin. Before I could respond, the buzzer on the microwave went off. I watched as Paul took the milk out and poured it into the melted chocolate. He stirred it up a bit before replacing the milk and returning to me.

"I don't want to be naked and bouncing all up on it in front of Quil and Embry as they fan you with oversized leaves," I continued as he dipped a strawberry into the chocolate.

"Why not?" he asked as he brought the strawberry to my mouth. "I might just ask Jared to video tape it while Sam does the sound maintenance."

I smacked him on the chest with the back my hand, but opened my mouth for the small piece of fruit. I flicked my tongue over the tip of the strawberry, gathering the sweetness there. I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked, my eyes locked onto his. His mouth was slightly open as he stared at my lips. He looked like he was in some trance. I repressed a smirk when a near silent groan fled from his throat, delighted in the fact that I was causing him some discomfort. I bit into the fruit and swallowed, my eyes still locked on his. Before I could lick the chocolate that still clung to my lips, Paul's hot breath fanned over my face.

I moaned weakly as Paul's tongue traced my lips. I could feel his wet muscle tracing the shape my mouth, making sure he gathered all the sweet chocolate. As soon as he was sure there was nothing left, he plunged his tongue into my mouth, dominating it in zero seconds flat.

Paul made sure to rob all the air out of my lungs before pulling away. I whined in protest, my hands fisting his shirt as I tried to pull him back to me. Gently, Paul grabbed my wrists and placed them on either side of my thighs. My hips shifted, trying to relieve some of the built up tension in my groin. My breathing hitched as Paul once again leaned in towards me, his lips just inches away from mine.

"Answer me this, baby," Paul whispered softly, his voice deep and rich. My body shuddered violently when I heard him utter the term. I knew from experience that Paul never uttered pet names unless he was being playful or he wanted to get rough and physical. As I glanced at Paul's face, I could tell by his lust darkened eyes and near panting breath that he wasn't in much of a playful mood.

"Answer me this," Paul repeated. "You really like it when I'm all dominate? It makes you all…" Paul released one of my hands and placed both of them in an iron grip. With his free hand, he gently pried my legs apart. My breathing stopped when his fingers brushed against the prominent tent in my jeans. I whimpered as soon as he started to rub back and forth. "Hot and bothered?" Paul finished his question, a coy smirk on his lips.

I grunted when he applied pressure into me, his nails once again scraping against the denim around my hardened length. "As if you didn't know the answer to that," I muttered softly.

"In all honesty," Paul muttered quietly as he slowly started to unzip my jeans. My hips rocked as the vibrations made my cock twitch. "I didn't know that you liked it. I was actually pretty scared that you would hate it. But now that I know that you get so fucking hard, baby…"

I gasped loudly as soon as he wrapped his large hand around me, giving it one rough pump, my head fell back between my shoulder blades and a moan slipped through my parted lips. "I'm going to use it to my advantage."

I didn't respond. I closed and let myself feel everything Paul gave me. I rocked my hips up to meet his hand, each pump pushing me closer to the edge. My eyes cracked open only to find his black orbs staring at me like he wanted to eat me, which I was sure, wasn't far from the truth.

Paul brushed his lips against mine, but never applied pressure. I tried to lean into kiss him, but he kept pulling just out of reach. I tugged against the hold on my wrists in hopes that I could use them to pull him in closer, but his grip was stronger than steel.

"Paul," I whined in protest. I shuddered as soon as a low and rich chuckle my ears.

"What is it, baby?" Paul asked in a whisper. My hips continued a rhythmic rocking, his hot fist oh so inviting.

"Fucking kiss me," I muttered as I leaned in again, my mouth parted in total submission for his tongue to ravish.

I watched as Paul moved in closer. Slight tremors ran up my spine as anticipation for one of his searing hot kisses. I closed my eyes as soon as I felt his breath fanning across my nose and mouth.

"No."

My eyes snapped open to stare incredulously into his.

"Wh-what?" I stammered.

"We're going to do things my way, Jacob. And you're not going to say anything except what I want to hear. You're not going to do anything until I tell you to. So that means I'm not going to kiss you unless I want to. Is that clear?"

His voice oozed dominance and I couldn't help but shiver at his words. Fuck, I knew I would be in trouble as soon as he learned my dark secret. And I was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it. I gasped loudly as Paul squeezed my erection painfully.

"I just asked you a question, Jacob," Paul growled seriously.

Wordlessly, I nodded.

Paul smirked deviously before releasing my dick. I whined in complaint as it twitched at the loss. I yelped as soon as Paul brought his open palm on the side of my thigh harshly, a large red welt popping into the skin. I bit my lips as he rubbed the heated area, jolts of pain and pleasure shooting up my spine.

"I don't want to hear any complaints from you," Paul muttered. "You're going to get everything I give you and you're going to fucking love it."

My dick jumped at his words.

"Now lay down."

I rushed to do what he demanded, hoping to hell that I would get my release soon. Gently, Paul rubbed his palms over my bent legs, his touch sending shivers all over my body. My breath hitched as soon as his fingers hooked around the waistband of my jeans and pulled them down, exposing inch after tan inch of my skin to his hungry eyes. Pretty soon, I was as exposed to him as I'll ever be, my cock standing at full attention between my thighs.

I bit my lip as Paul's hands ran up over my thighs, making sure to steer clear of my pulsing member, and over my stomach, his light touches sending goosebumps over my heated flesh.

"Close your eyes, baby," Paul whispered as his fingers circled a nipple. I don't want you to use anything other than your sense of touch."

Slowly, my eyes closed. My breathing hitched as I felt Paul's fingers feathering over every inch of skin he could find. I couldn't help the small moan that left me. I jumped as soon as Paul's lips met with my stomach, his tongue licking the area before moving to my hips. I moaned again as his teeth scraped against my skin.

"I can not wait for your next heat cycle, baby," Paul whispered as he traced mindless patterns over my skin with his tongue. "You know as well as I do that there is no better time to fuck, then when you're in heat."

I couldn't help but agree with him. In the beginning, my heat was nothing but a curse. It felt like I was just waiting around for someone to jump on me from behind and rape me. It wasn't pleasant. But since Paul was the one I chose to mate with, my heat was nothing short of a blessing. All of my senses were heightened to the utmost peak of perfection, including my sense of touch and smell. And Paul swore up and down that I was tighter than ever while I was going through my cycle. I fucking loved it now. And the best part? Where my cycle only happened once a year for only a week, it now happened every three months for two weeks straight. Needless to say, both Paul and I enjoyed every second of it.

I smiled. "Just wait until forty days from now, Paul," I said with my eyes still closed. "Then I'm all yours day and night for two weeks straight."

"Shit," Paul groaned as he needed my thighs roughly. "We're never going to leave my room. I don't want that fucking scent of yours drawing in any unwanted attention. I want you all to myself. Forty days can't go fast enough."

I laughed loudly at that, but my laugh cut off into a groan as soon as Paul tongued at my balls. On instinct, I reached out to grip his hair, but another harsh slap to my thigh caused me to still my movements.

"Keep your hands gripping firmly to the edge of the counter, Jake. I don't want them to move a single inch." Paul growled from between my thighs. I whimpered, but complied with his words.

As soon as I my gripped the counter, Paul wasted no time swallowing my cock whole. My hips arched off the counter, a choked gasp just barely escaping my clenched throat. A dark chuckle resounded from between my thighs, the vibration causing me to moan weakly as my head lolled to the side, my mouth parted in harsh pants.

I lost myself in the blowjob that Paul was giving me, loving the way he used his tongue to swirl around the head.

"Paul," I moaned loudly. "Please don't stop…please."

I shuddered as Paul dragged his teeth along my length. A few minutes later, I felt Paul release me with a loud pop. I bit my lip, wanting to bad to state my complaints, but before I could say anything, I felt three of Paul's digits pressing against my lips. Without hesitation, I opened up for him wanting to taste as much of him as I could. I was surprised to find his fingers coated in the chocolate that I had completely forgotten about in the bowl beside me. I moaned as the sweetness connected with my taste buds.

At the same time I was licking his fingers clean, I felt Paul's other hand at my entrance. My nose scrunched as I felt a thick mass being rubbed into me. It quickly dawned on me that it must be the chocolate, slightly cooled from just sitting in the bowl. I panted loudly as I felt Paul's tongue lick up the chocolaty mess he left my quivering hole in, darting his tongue in and around me.

"Fuck, baby," Paul's muffled voice came out. "You taste so fucking good. Especially with the chocolate. I could just rim you for forever and a day and never get tired of it."

I didn't respond. I was too busy with trying to lick his fingers clean, but the thought was enough to make me cum right on the spot. It was a mere miracle that I didn't cream myself right then and there.

After a few minutes of me squirming underneath his skillful mouth, Paul pulled his fingers out of my mouth. I held my breath as Paul also pulled away from my ass. Nothing was said for what felt like ages, eons.

My eyes flew open as Paul unexpectedly shoved himself into me. My arms flailed up to grip his shoulders, knocking over the cartons of blueberries, spreading them all over the floor, but I really didn't give two fucks about that at the moment. The only thing I cared about was the delicious burn I was currently feeling.

"Shit!" Paul shouted. My head lolled back as the burn increased slowly starting to become more painful than pleasurable. A slight whimper escaped me.

"Baby? Jacob? Are you okay?" Paul asked in a worried tone. I felt Paul's arms wrap around my waist pulling me in close to him. I glanced at his face to find all authority gone. Nothing showing but a boyfriend's concern for his lover. "I swear I didn't mean to. I was just lost in the moment. I wasn't thinking. Are you feeling okay?"

I gave a half smile as I wrapped an arm around his neck as my other one gripped his shoulder firmly.

"I'm doing fine," I muttered through gritted teeth. Paul's brows furrowed deeper, his grip around me tightening. "And I would be doing better if you started moving right about now."

"Are you sure?" Paul asked, still concerned.

I nodded. "Uh huh."

Slowly, Paul pulled almost all the way out before slowly thrusting back in. I groaned as I rested my head on his shoulder, my fingers digging into the hard flesh on his shoulders.

"I needed it harder than that, Paul," I grumbled lowly.

"I don't want to hurt you," he muttered stubbornly.

I rolled my eyes at him, even though he couldn't see it. "You're hurting me just by standing there, babe. I need you to fucking move!"

Paul pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into me harshly. We both groaned at the feeling. "Just like that," I moaned loudly. "Just like fucking that."

Paul repeated the motions a few more times, occasionally hurting my prostate dead on, causing me to squirm uncontrollably.

"Do you like that?" Paul asked huskily. "Do you like me pounding into your tight ass?"

"Fuck yes, I do," I answered in broken breaths.

"Do you like how this ass belongs to me and only me?"

I nodded, unable to make any vocal responses because Paul was repeatedly hitting my pleasure spot in just the right way every time. I was about to explode without a single touch to my cock.

"And," Paul continued. I bit my lip harshly as Paul's fingers trailed down to my leaking dick, his fingers circling around me and giving one short pump. I mewled loudly as I dug my face into his neck, inhaling his scent in deep breaths.

"Do you like how this belongs to me and only me?" he asked as he started to pump me in time with his thrusts.

I couldn't respond. I couldn't do anything. Because I was too busy releasing all I had into Paul's fist. I came so fucking hard, my essence squirting onto our chests and stomachs as well as his hand. I bit his neck as I tried to muffle my cries of release.

"Shit, Jake," Paul shouted as he spilled his load into me, his hips jerking in harsh and erratic thrusts. I mewled sweetly as I felt his hot seed empty into me. I relished the feeling.

Everything was still for a few minutes, neither one of us saying anything. We didn't need to. We knew what the other was thinking without having it being brought out into the open, We loved each other. Plain and simple.

"Jacob, Sam needs you and—"

My eyes flashed over to where the outside voice was coming from. Standing by the front door was Jared, his eyes wide and his stance rigid. I watched as he took in the spilled blueberries, Paul's hands gripping my naked hips, our harsh breathing, and finally, to wear Paul and I were still connected. I couldn't help but notice how his eyes darkened considerably and his fingers curled in like claws.

"What did you need, Jared?" Paul asked in a terse voice. Blatantly, Paul pulled me in closer to him, trying to hide my nakedness from Jared's dark and roaming eyes.

Minutely, Jared's lip curled over in what seemed like anger, but he answered Paul's question.

"Sam needs both of you on patrol now," Jared said in just a curt voice as Paul. With one last lingering glance at me, he left, his back a rigid all of muscle and flesh.

Slowly, I unwound my arms from around Paul and scooted away from him. "Let's get cleaned up," I said in a soft voice.

Paul nodded briskly before lifting me off the counter bridal-style. I rested against him as he walked into my bathroom, his feet crushing the blueberries that were still scattered all over the floor. Not a word was passed between us, but we were both thinking the same thing.

Why the fuck did Jared look so angry?

Oooo! Jared is no happy! Ha ha ha! I'd be pissed too if my love interest was fucking his boyfriend XD Oh, funny:) PLEASE REVIEW AND THANK YOU!