A/N: Some yumminess ahead. I love this chapter. Please enjoy and review if you like it. Only for the eyes of mature readers. I don't own Twilight.

Chapter 3 - A sticky situation

Bella was surprised at how quickly the word had spread about her moving in to her own place today, because the whole pack, including the women were there, helping her move in. Even Paul was there. Not that he seemed particularly happy about it, but he was helping none the less. And shirtless, no less. Well, the whole pack was shirtless, but for some reason, she couldn't tear her eyes away from Paul. Asshole or not, he sure looked hot as fuck. His white shorts hung low on his hips, the white material emphasizing his silky, russet skin. 'What the hell, Bella?' she reprimanded herself under her breath.

The guys were carrying in furniture and boxes, while the women helped her unpack. Sue was directing the guys, showing them where she wanted them to put the furniture. Bella didn't mind Sue taking over the arrangements. She knew it would be well worth it in the end and she couldn't wait for the end result.

"Emily, do you think you could help me turn this whole moving party into a housewarming party later?" Bella asked brightly. She enjoyed having all her friends here and providing food for them was her way of saying thank you.

"Sure. I think it's a great idea. You know how hungry these guys can get. They'd appreciate some food." she said as she reached up to one of the top cabinets to pack away a pile of plates.

"Then you guys should probably get a move on and go get supplies. There isn't much packing left. The rest of us will continue unpacking while you and Emily go shop and prepare the food. " Leah piped up, probably glad to avoid cooking, which apparently she hated.

"Right, guess were leaving then." Emily squealed excitedly. Emily apparently loved cooking for the pack, and having Bella as her cooking buddy got her all fired up.

Bella was busy pushing the shopping cart through the isle loaded with fresh vegetables, her eyes on her target - the butchery, when Emily cleared her throat nervously.

"So, Sam really needs to discuss something with you a little bit later." Emily said, trying to sound casual as she loaded meat into the shopping cart.

"Yeah? What about?" Bella asked curiously as her eyes browsed over the assortment of meats, picking up a a few packs of vacuum packed buffalo wings and dumping it unceremoniously into the cart.

Emily fidgeted with a frill on her halter top, not looking Bella in the eye. "It's a little complicated, but I'll let Sam explain it all to you."

"Should I be worried?" Bella asked and stood on her tippie toes to reach a bottle of marinade on the top of the shelf, next to the open fridge of meats on display.

"Not really, I guess. Depends on how you take the news."

"Fine, I'll talk with Sam as soon as we get back." Bella sighed. The day had started out so great and the fact that Emily was nervous about this, only made Bella feel more on edge.

After purchasing an insane amount of food, Bella and Emily headed to the liquor store to get some beers and wine. It would be no party without a little alcohol and as edgy as she felt right now, the numbing effects of wine would definitely be welcome.

As soon as the two of them arrived back home, the guys helped carry the groceries into the kitchen while Emily called Sam to remind him of the talk he wanted to have with Bella.

"Paul! Get your ass in here!" Sam shouted from the kitchen.

Why the hell would Sam need to call Paul? Was this about last nights fight between them? If so, she would assure Sam that she would reign in her temper where it concerned Paul, and that she and Paul would keep their distance from each other, as to not cause another embarrassing display like that of last night.

Bella led Sam and Paul out to the back porch and closed the sliding door. She supposed that Sam wanted to discuss the matter in private.

"Is this about the fight Paul and I had last night, Sam? Because if it is, I can assure you that I will try my best to keep out of his way from now on."

"Not quite." Sam sighed. "You already know about the pack turning into wolves, which makes this conversation a lot easier, but there is something else that you need to know."

Bella scoffed and heard a low grumble coming from Paul, who was standing across from her, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. Shit. Something was definitely up.

"Have you heard of imprinting before, Bella?" Sam asked.

"What the hell is imprinting?" Bella asked confused.

"It's the way our wolves find their perfect mate. Imprinting makes the wolf devoted to his mate, his imprint. For life."

"Right. But what does this have to do with Paul and me?" Bella asked but as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized what Sam was trying to say. "Oh God, Sam. Please, pleeeeaaassseee tell me you are fucking with me!" She begged.

"Unfortunately not." Paul spoke for the first time. "Believe me, it's not as if I wanted this to happen. Especially not with a fucking leech lover."

"Jesus, Paul." Sam exclaimed. "Just cut the insults, would you. This is your mate. Your soulmate."

Paul started laughing. Softly at first, almost like a chuckle, but soon he was practically bent over, laughing hysterically.

Once he calmed down, he looked Bella in the eye. "Sorry, Bella. But soulmates. You and I getting married and having babies. Living happily ever after. Just try to picture it, and then tell me you don't see how ridiculous this is?"

"I hate to admit it, Sam, but for once I completely agree with Paul. Even you can see that we will never be soulmates. We'll kill each other."

"Ugh, I give up." Sam said and walked away frustrated, but turned to add one more thing. "You do know that you could try to stay away from each other, but eventually the power of the imprint will make that impossible."

"Is that true?" Bella asked Paul. "Please tell me Sam is wrong? I mean, can't I just go about my business as usual, while you do what you do best?"

"Which would be what?" Paul lifted a brow.

"You fucking any girl who is wanting and willing."

This actually made Paul smile. "I wish, Bella. Believe me. But unfortunately the imprint prevents me from doing just that. Sam said he tried that once. He was still with Leah when he imprinted on Emily. Apparently he could only get a hard on for Emily."

"So this means you'll have to live high and dry for the rest of your life."

"Guess so." Paul sighed.

"I almost feel sorry for you."

And Bella did feel sorry for Paul. The thought of him having to live without sex for the rest of his life, bothered Bella for the rest of the evening. She was definitely not entering into a relationship with Paul because of some werewolf voodoo. Not that Paul wanted her either.

Bella was glad for the distraction of having to serve food and washing dishes when everyone was fed. She however, couldn't even touch her food. Her stomach felt knotted up. From time to time she would look up at Paul, sitting with the others in the living room, and catch him looking at her too.

"So, how are you feeling after hearing the news?" Sky asked as she took a sip of her coffee. The men were outside, playing a game of football, while the girls all sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee.

"Not sure. I really don't like Paul. But I kind of feel guilty for being the reason that he will never get laid again."

"Well, I actually feel bad for you, Bella. I mean, sex with your imprint is fucking mind blowing, compared to any sex you've ever had. Fighting this imprint means that you will miss out on that." Emily said matter-of-factly.

"I guess I wouldn't know. I have nothing to compare it with." she felt herself blush deeply.

"Oh my god, Bella. Are you still a virgin?" Mia asked shocked.

It was at that exact and inopportune moment that Paul walked in, eyes wide as saucers. He obviously didn't expect to walk in and hear that.

Bella looked up into Paul's eyes and caught a glimpse of shock, before he hid it away behind steely eyes.

"Sorry, just wanted to get more beer." He said uncomfortably, grabbed a six pack of beer and hurried out of the kitchen.

"Great!" Bella exclaimed. "Now he's going to torture me even more. Poor little virgin girl."

The girls all laughed at my statement, not caring how embarrassed I was.

PPOV

He couldn't believe that the pale face lying under him had him so hot and horny. The pale skin that he once hated, beckoned for him to touch it.

Bella's chest was heaving. Her breasts moved up and down rapidly. Here eyes were heavy with lust, just as his was. His cock was rock hard and quivering, needing to be inside of his mate.

It only took four words from Bella to crumble his last shred of resolve.

"Please Paul, fuck me." she pleaded.

Without thinking twice, he sheathed himself balls deep into her hot, wet core. His sheer size made her scream his name in ecstasy.

"Jesus, Bella. You're so fucking tight." he grumbled and started to pump relentlessly in and out of her.

Paul was sure that they were going to wake up the neighbors. Bella wasn't a quite one, that was for sure, but god, it made him even more hard to hear her scream his name. Paul lifted Bella's legs to his shoulders, the angle allowing him to go even deeper and causing Bella to moan her approval. One of his fingers found her over sensitized bundles of nerves, which he flicked briefly. His cock was starting to throb, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he came. He could feel Bella's walls starting to quiver. She was so close. He picked up his pace and slammed into her even harder.

As Bella's orgasm hit, her walls clenched down hard on him, and that did it. He violently spilled his hot seed into her over and over again, moaning her name.

"Fuck," Paul whispered a curse as he woke to sheets that were slick and sticky with his cum.

What the fuck was going on with him. He was having these dreams on a nightly basis since he imprinted on the leech lover.

"Get it together, Lahote. You're not a fucking teenager anymore." he chastised himself.

He looked at his alarm clock and the red numbers told him that it was a little over one o'clock. He stripped the sheets from his bed without switching on the light and padded down the hall to the kitchen to put his sheets in the wash.

He opened the fridge and took a swig of milk straight from the container and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, thrust the container back into the fridge and headed back to bed, feeling exhausted. But even after his wet dream, Bella still plagued his dreams.

Paul woke up with a massive hard on, and headed to the bathroom for a quick cold shower before his patrol.

The cold water did nothing for his arousal. Not one damned bit. He hung his head low and let the cold water wash over his head. There was only one thing that would help now. He hated having to consciously jerk off to the image of Bella in his head, but he swore to himself that this would be a one time occurrence. He couldn't let her take over his life or his thoughts like this. He simply wouldn't allow it. He braced himself with one hand against the cold tiles of the shower wall, while his dominant hand found his stiff cock, and he started to stroke it slowly and deliberately. He pictured the image from his dream last night, where Bella was shouting his name, over and over, while he made her cum. Paul sped up his movements and it didn't take long for him to reach his climax, squirting his hot seed over the glass of the shower door.

PPOV

"That bad, huh?" Paul heard Jared's voice in his mind as he pushed himself to run faster.

"It's frustrating, man. I'm telling you, it's been three weeks and already she is taking over my dreams. It's getting to a point where it's all too much. I need a good fuck! And I can't even get my dick hard for any other woman."

"Why don't you just accept the imprint? It's only gonna get worse, the longer you stay away from her, dude." Jared pointed out.

"Not a fucking chance, man. No way. " Paul grumbled and sped up and away from Jared. He needed to be alone. He needed to think. To make a plan. Something had to give, because all of this shit was making him edgy and so fucking frustrated. He had tried to fuck some random girl from a bar in town the other night, but embarrassing as it was, his cock wasn't up for the job. No pun intended.

It didn't matter that his reputation as a excellent lay was down the drain now, because he obviously wasn't going trolling for pussy again. Now that he knew without a doubt that he could only fuck his imprint. Which wasn't going to happen. Ever!

He hadn't heard from, or seen Bella since the night she'd moved in to her new place. Not that he cared though. He didn't want to see her anyway, but his traitorous wolf - well that was another story.

A/N: So what do you guys think? Liked the lemon? Yes or no? I loved writing it. ;) Please review.