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Chapter 7 The Unexpected

Time seemed to slow as Jacob neared me and Kim as we lay petrified on the floor. And in that time I managed to make a four-part plan.

Step One: get Kim off of me. She was the main reason that Jacob looked like he was about to commit a murder and a sexual assault in the next few minutes, so I needed to remove her from on top of me in order to give her a chance to get away. I doubted Jacob would want to kill her after he had finished with me, so there was little chance that she would be killed.

Then again, Jacob was known to carry grudges.

Step Two: somehow get Jacob to calm down without getting raped. The most impossible part of my plan but still attainable. I hoped.

Step Three: find out what the hell is wrong with Jared. I mean, what did I ever do to him? Did I ever mock him? Not out loud. Had I ever tried to embarrass him? He certainly didn't need my help.

Step Four: get the hell out of here. That was the part of my plan that I was looking forward to the most.

I initiated step one by throwing Kim to the side, making myself vulnerable to Jacob's impending ravishment of my body but at the same time getting her out of his range. He didn't even seem to notice, just kept coming at me as I lay on the floor.

Then he pounced, landing on top of me with his hands on my shoulders and his knees on my thighs, effectively pinning me to the ground.

I struggled against his grip for a few seconds before I risked a glance at his face.

What I saw scared the living shit out of me.

His eyes had a dark, hooded look to them but at the same time there seemed to a smoldering passion and affection in his rage filled face.

Crap.

"I thought I told you that I wouldn't let anyone touch what's mine." His voice low and husky.

"It was an accident," I squeaked.

"Sure, sure," He said acidly.

I whimpered as he lowered his mouth to mine.

God, did I just whine like a fucking puppy? I was a complete and total pussy if I was going to let him intimidate me.

As his mouth neared my lips, I turned my head so that he caught my ear. It was then that I saw that Kim was staring at me in horror, shock written all over her face. Shit, now she knew.

Jacob growled and bit down on my ear, effectively bringing my attention back to the monster on top of me as his hard-on pressed into my leg, the smell of his arousal suffocating me with its musky scent.

If I wasn't already being deprived of air by Jacob's bulky form on top of me, limiting my supply of oxygen to a bare minimum I would have held my breath. As it was, I had to content myself with gagging mentally.

I gasped as the pain from my ear as he bit down harder shot through me like a shock wave. It was then that I realized that the hallway was deathly silent; you could have heard a pin drop.

His hand grasped my chin and forced my face back to his.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he whispered, leaning his mouth down to my ear, "Though I doubt you'll be able to stand afterwards." He drew his head back, a sadistic smirk on his face.

God, I hated him more than anything. Though my fear for what was coming was rapidly overcoming my loathing.

He began to kiss me before running his tongue down my cheek, tasting me.

"God, Seth" He groaned into my ear as he neared it, "You taste so good."

Well, he wasn't one to go for originality over functionality. If it worked for how he was feeling, he would use the same sentence over and over again, no matter how annoying or repetitive it might be. I must have been told I tasted good more times than an ice cream cone.

"Mmm..." he moaned as he sucked on my neck. "I want you so bad."

At least he had added some different sentences that had been induced by sexual arousal to his fairly limited repertoire, I could give him that.

His right hand trailed down my chest and stomach until it stopped at my belt buckle.

"Jacob..." I said in what I meant to be a warning tone but it came out as a whimper. Again, I mentally reprimanded myself for begging to a person who had made my life hell.

"That's right," he whispered as he undid my belt, "Say the name of your Dominant. Scream my name, baby."

"Jacob!" I screamed as he squeezed my thigh, his nails cutting into my leg. My mouth clamped shut as I realized I had followed his orders without him even imposing the alpha voice. Good god, I really was a submissive. And that fact pissed me off to no end

"Seth," he whispered, pausing as he looked at me. Another, stronger wave of his aroused scent hit my nostrils as I saw the hooded look come back into his face and I began to struggle against his grip.

"Stop!" I shouted as I tried to yank my lag away from him.

I saw his eyes flash and, faster than I could comprehend, his head shot forward and clamped onto my neck, where the shoulder meets the neck, biting down until he broke skin as I screamed in agony.

The smell of blood, my blood, filled my nose along with the scents of an extremely turned-on dominant werewolf. If I could have breathed I would have retched all over the floor.

I heard a sucking noise and realized that Jacob was drinking my blood.

"So good," he moaned as he continued to suck the warm liquid that I knew was probably pooling from my newest mating mark.

The sicko actually liked how my blood tasted? That was just plain wrong! He was like a bloodsucker or something!

The need to throw up came over me in a fresh wave.

I felt my skin come back together thanks to my werewolf ability and Jacob pulled away, his smile showing that even blood didn't alter his blindingly white teeth.

"Now the fun really begins," He whispers, his hands coming back to my pants in order to finish removing them.

"God, I can't wait to feel myself inside you." he growled, possession and dominance in his voice as he undid the button. "And make you mine."

I was still frozen in terror, unable to move. Either that or my treacherous submissive body was working against me and giving in to its dominant alpha.

Why wasn't anyone helping me? Where they afraid of Jacob? Did they think that I wanted this? Why couldn't I move?

I didn't dare look away from him as he began to slide my pants down to see what the reactions where on the faces of my classmates. I might have been able to tell how they were reacting by their heartbeats if not for my own which was hammering away in my chest.

Why did I ever think that I could somehow get out of this? My life was too horrible for my problems, namely Jacob and his dick, to just vanish like a wisp of smoke. So why had I deluded myself into thinking that I might be able to have a normal existence? One where I lived happily ever after with someone that I liked. Maybe Kim and I would've ended up together if this had been a normal world. It was certainly probable, if she had stopped talking so much and got a little more grounded in reality. But no, I had to get stuck with a werewolf who had a billion too many hormones. Why was I stuck with this life? Stuck in a world where I was only meant to be claimed and dominated by Jacob Black, winner of Pervert of the Year?

As long as I was asking questions, I might as well ask the one I really wanted to know the answer to: WHAT THE HELL WAS HIS PROBLEM?

Jacob looked at me, his black eyes somehow looking even darker than before.

"I love you, Seth," He whispered.

"Don't," I sobbed, only now realizing that I was crying. I tried to stop but couldn't as I felt a slight draft around my crotch as he moved the pants down my shaking legs.

"STOP!" Someone shrieked.

Both of our heads whipped to the side to see who had spoken. Kim stood on her feet, visibly scared but still defiant, her hand balled into fists at her sides.

Jacob was silent for a brief moment, obviously sizing her up.

"Why?" He finally said.

"Because he doesn't want this." Her voice shook as she gestured at our position. She had guts, something I would have never guessed from a person who was obsessed with clothes.

Jacob growled and slowly got off me, giving me a chance to scoot back a few inches. After he had gotten to his feet he began to move forward, his body shaking slightly as he neared the terrified Kim.

"And just how would you know that, little girl?" He sneered as he walked up until he was about a yard from where she stood.

"Because he's my boyfriend," She snapped, apparently trying to rally her courage.

Bad answer.

Jacob's shaking visibly increased and he raised his hand as if he was about to slap her. Only I knew that if he did, he could potentially kill the defenseless girl.

"Jacob, stop!" I shrieked, scrambling to my feet in an attempt to somehow save her.

His hand hesitated for an instant and I thought/hoped that he would lower it. Then his face hardened and his hand came swooshing down towards Kim, who didn't even have a chance to cover her face with her arms.

NO! (A/N I was going to leave it here but I knew you would all hate me for a very long time.)

A split second before his hand made contact with her face, Jared came out of nowhere and stopped his arm with his hands. I froze, standing stock still in the middle of the infinitely less crowded hall as the voice whispered to me: don't interfere, you'll only make it worse.

Needless to say, I did what it told me to do, I wasn't an idiot. At least, not as much of one as a certain dominating alpha I could mention was.

Jacob's head whipped around and stared in shock at Jared. The former bully wasn't known for protecting anything but himself and those he cared about. Usually he let innocent bystanders alone and only interfered if he knew the person and had some sort of affection for him or her.

"Jacob, stop." Jared's voice was calm but I saw that he was shaking somewhat.

"Why?" growled Jacob, his head turning back to Kim as she cowered against the locker she was pressed against. "She touched my mate." I noticed that his arm muscles were flexing even more, showing that he was putting up more resistance against Jared's grip. Kim flinched and cowered even more, her panicked glance going from Jared to Jacob in complete confusion. Her eyes flicked to me and Jacob growled, bringing her attention back to him.

Moron, he couldn't even handle someone looking at me. Stupid jerk.

"It was my fault," Jared said, his voice shaking with an emotion I couldn't place. Shame? Guilt? Constipation? "I tripped her."

Jacob turned back to face his friend and appeared to be about to argue when he saw Jared's face. I didn't know what he saw, seeing how Jared's head was turned away from me. Whatever he saw seemed to convince the alpha and he pulled his hand away, sending one more glare at the still shaking Kim before turning back to me.

"Get Quil, Embry, and Paul and tell them that we're taking the day off. We're going to meet at Sam's."

Jared nodded, obviously avoiding Kim's confused stares.

Jacob grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me along with him towards the exit.

LATER

As soon the pack had assembled Kim was whisked away by Emily into the kitchen as Jared got up in front of the whole pack. Leah was the only one absent, and I wondered if she had even gotten the message. She was supposed to be at school but I hadn't seen her. She had been behaving oddly, always texting or talking on her phone but always hanging up when I walked in whatever room she happened to be in at the time. I made a mental note to confront her as soon as possible.

"Kim is my imprint."

I felt a small piece of my heart break but ignored it.

I mean, it's not like we ever even had a future together. Plus, she would sort of be my sister so I would still get to hang out with her. Still, I had hoped that, if I had ever gotten out of the mess I was in, we might have become more to each other.

There was a round of congratulations and a few wolf whistles from Quil and Paul.

Embry and I stayed silent, though Embry had a small smile on his face that seemed to be about something other than the subject at hand.

"So," said Paul, sidling up to Jared and throwing an arm around his shoulders. "When are you going to sleep with her?"

"Shut up, Paul." growled Sam in a warning voice, though there was a trace of amusement in his voice as Jared's face went red.

"What?" Said Paul innocently, looking at Sam with wide eyes. "That's what imprinting's about isn't it? I mean, you pile drive Emily all the time, why shouldn't Jared be allowed to do the same?"

I noticed that Jared flinched as Paul used the word pile-drive.

Sam growled but a blush colored his cheeks so I knew Paul had hit home.

"Yessir," he continued with a smirk, "We all know how she likes it: deep."

I heard Quil snicker and even Jared had a smile he managed to hide somewhat.

Sam always hid his more personal interactions with his wife from the pack but we all knew that Emily liked it rough. Hearing her scream "harder, Sam, harder" at night and sometimes after lunch was enough to give us that much information.

"I heard that!" Emily shouted from the kitchen.

"Don't be ashamed, Emily, I like it hard and deep too." Paul called back, a smirk on his face.

I heard her snort and a quiet giggle I recognized as Kim's came at us from the room, mixing in with the sound of a beater as Emily made cookies.

"So Aaron tells me." She called back.

Aaron was Paul's one time boyfriend and we knew that he had slept with Paul multiple times. Aaron dumped Paul when his responsibilities with the pack took precedence over their "play time". That had ended their relationship and made him hate gay people. That was probably why he always induced the other members to tease me, the only person he considered gay who wasn't his alpha. Paul had been the all too willing bottom and Aaron had pounded his ass frequently before the break up and we all knew that the usually independent boy had liked it. A lot.

Paul's grin vanished and he turned tomato red as we all roared with laughter.

"Good, one honey!" Sam called out to her, his voice shaking with laughter.

As Sam and Embry continued to tease a still blushing Jared and an obviously embarrassed Paul, I noticed that Quil had vanished. He always behaved oddly whenever Aaron was mentioned, almost as if he didn't like the idea of guy-on-guy action.

If that was the case, I totally agreed with him.

I started to get up when I felt Jacob's hand on mine.

"Where are you going?" He growled.

"Out." I muttered, yanking my hand away and heading for the door.

I went outside and went up behind a tree to change. After putting my clothes in a pile where I could retrieve them later I phased, following Quil's scent. Normally I would have just followed him in human form but it was rare to be alone in wolf form so I took the opportunity. There was something quieting about being alone in wolf mode, the way you felt at one with the forest, like the animal in you made you feel peaceful in your natural home. Otherwise, there were other people in my mind so I didn't often get to enjoy it.

As I made my way through the woods I enjoyed the dim mood that the trees created. It made it easier to wallow in my self-pity.

My life sucked.

It would always suck, as long as Jacob was in my life. And he was obviously planning to hang around for a while. Say, forever?

Like I said, my life sucks.

After I had been walking for about ten minutes I felt a rippling in the air that betrayed the fact that someone was phasing.

I swear, if Jacob was coming after me-

The memory hit me with all the force of the entire pack tackling me.

*MEMORY, ?POV*

I sat in my room, nervously awaiting the arrival of my mate, my life.

He walked in, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers that were slung low on his hips, a small portion of black pubic hair visible in between the elastic band and his belly button.

Paul smirked as he caught my ogling. I couldn't help it, he looked amazing half naked.

"Like what you see?" he said seductively, making my heart twitch with desire as I nodded eagerly.

"Good," he growled, his tone playful as he swaggered over to me.

I felt my face burn and turned away to hide my blush, I didn't want him to see how ugly I looked when my face was bright red and blotchy from embarrassment.

His hand went to my chin and he gently turned my face back to him. He looked at me for a long moment, his gaze so intense I could feel my face heat up even more.

"You know," he said quietly as he gently leaned me back to a laying position on the bed and then straddled my hips. "I don't like it when you hide your face when you're embarrassed; you have the most beautiful blush I have ever seen and it's a crime to hide it."

I felt my face gain new amounts of blood under his compliments. Who knew that Paul could so...adoring? With any luck, I would be the only one who ever saw this side of him.

He smiled and leaned down, gently brushing his lips against mine, his warm, sweet-smelling breath going across my face which was now in full on blush mode. I closed my eyes as he continued to brush his lips across my mouth, never letting them stay in the same place too long. I felt his hands on the side of my face and he began to rub my cheekbones in slow, rhythmic circles. I felt the blood in my face rush down to my groin as his mouth left mine and he brushed them across my cheek, leaving trails of gentle warmth until he reached my ear. Once at its destination, his mouth began to whisper strange things, things that had no meaning.

"What are you saying?" I whispered breathlessly, not opening my eyes.

"Those are called sweet nothings, baby," he whispered before gently biting on my ear.

The pressure was too much. Here I was, straddled by the most amazing guy in the world as he whispered things that turned me on more than I had ever been before in my life, and I've never even kissed him.

"Paul," I moaned as he took my whole ear into his mouth and began to suck, filling my head with the sounds of his mouth, the slurp of his cheeks as he suckled my ear, the rush of his breath, the moans he gave off as he ran his tongue over the curves of my ear.

He pulled away after a few seconds.

"Hmm?" he asked, his eyes running over my face.

"That was without a doubt the most amazing ear job I've ever gotten."

But I still hadn't kissed him. And I wanted to. More than anything.

He grinned down at me and a sudden rush of boldness went through me and I threw myself forward, throwing my arms around his neck and latching onto his lips with all the passion I had in me. He staggered back from my unexpected attack and his knees slid off the bed but managed to fall onto his feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist, running my tongue over his bottom lip as he stood.

It broke my heart when he didn't respond. I kept kissing him, desperately hoping for him to kiss me back.

His hands went to my shoulders and he gently set me on my feet. I had to crane my neck to try and reach his mouth but he pulled his head away from me.

I nearly cried when he looked at me with the most sorrowful expression I had ever seen.

"Baby," he said, his voice calm but his hands shaking. "Don't ever do that again."

He hated me. I felt the tears come into my eyes but I blinked them away.

He sighed and put his left hand on his hip before setting his forehead in the palm of his other hand.

"I don't want to hurt you, but if you kiss me again I'm not going to be able to hold back."

I realized what he was saying and looked at him hopefully.

He continued, still in his I'm-thinking-hard pose.

"I'm trying not to attack you and fuck your brains out right now, plus I have a boner just from your smell." The tent in his boxers was enough to show that. How had I not noticed that he was hard before?

I stood up and walked to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and putting my face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Then why don't you put it to good use?" I said, trying to sound seductive and failing miserably. "The boner, I mean."

I felt him stiffen and for a second I thought he would push me away. Instead, to my complete and total ecstasy, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his warm, comforting embrace.

"Are you sure? Do you mean you're ready to be mine?" He sounded nervous and I found that beyond cute.

I leaned up and licked around the base of his ear, getting me a moan from Paul as he leaned his head back.

"I already am," I whispered as I bit his earlobe. "I always was."

He growled and pulled his head back, causing me to whine at the loss of contact with his flesh and my tongue.

I was instantly pacified as he caught my lips in a heated and passionate kiss. He gently laid me back onto the bed.

He pulled away, his eyes glazed with lust. But then he hesitated and for second I thought he was going to change his mind.

"These clothes in my way," He growled, fingering my shirt.

"Then get rid of them," I moaned, "I hate this outfit and I went commando so I don't care."

He smirked at me.

"Gladly," He said huskily before ripping my shirt and pants off my body with such possession and animalism I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't feel him inside of me soon.

After exposing my naked body to the night air he attacked my nipples eagerly, causing me to cry out from the unexpected wave of pleasure that racked my body.

He pulled away, concern on his face. I almost cried due to the loss of his mouth

"What's the matter, baby?" he said, looking worried. "Did I hurt you?"

I almost laughed; he just looked so funny and cute when he was worried. His eyebrows always turned up at the ends and he would chew the inside of his cheek, giving him a look that would melt a heart of stone.

"No, Paul, you just startled me," I said, running my hand through his hair as he rested his chin on my chest, his whole head rising whenever I took a breath. "I'm just not used to you being this...affectionate."

He looked relieved and pressed his lips over where my heart was, leaving butterfly kisses as he trailed himself towards my mouth. He finally reached my lips and kissed me, his tongue ravishing my mouth.

He pulled away and looked at me as I lay underneath him, naked as the day as I was born.

"Get used to it, baby," he growled before kissing me.

I moaned as he began to suckle my neck, causing me to buck against him. It was then that I realized that he wasn't wearing the boxers any more. When did he take them off?

"Are you ready for me baby?" He moaned into my skin.

I nodded, unable to speak from nervousness. He pulled back and gave me a brief kiss on the mouth. Then he broke away and looked at me searchingly.

"Are you sure that-?" I cut him off with my lips.

"I'm more than sure." I breathed into his mouth.

He pulled away and gave me a beautiful smile, flashing his white teeth at me, visible even in the semi-darkness that surrounded us.

"Do you want me to prepare you?"

I shook my head, the need for him overwhelming the fact that I would probably feel like hell in the morning if I wasn't stretched.

"Just go slowly."

He grimaced. "Baby, once I get inside you there is no way I can be gentle. My wolf wants you and he doesn't care about your comfort, he will hurt you and I won't be able to stop him."

I bit my lip, trying to think of a way around the problem when another thought hit me.

"We'll need a condom." I said, running my hand across Paul's broad chest and eight pack feeling the smooth skin as I spoke,

Paul closed his eyes and groaned, though whether from my hand's administrations or from the suggestion I couldn't really tell, though I hoped it was the former.

"We won't be able to use protection."

I blinked in surprise.

"Why not?"

He opened his eyes and looked at me, his expression sorrowful.

"I need to mark you as mine." That wouldn't surprise me; my body felt like it was on fire with desire for the bronze-skinned god on top of me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, moving my hands down to his thighs. He moaned again, confirming my secret hope that my hands were the cause of his noise.

"For the first time I need cum inside you, for our scents to mix, that will tell other wolves you are mine, only mine"

I bit my lip hard then came to a decision.

"Then I give you permission to cum inside me." I said, nodding my head.

He looked at me hungrily, then with a hint of pain and I realized that he was fighting his wolf's urge to mate with me.

"Baby," his voice sounded strained, "If I come inside you I'm basically marking you as mine. I'll become really, really possessive and protective of you, plus I don't know if you could become pregnant, I don't know how these kind of things work for werewolves and I'd rather not risk it."

I was about to tell him that I would be fine with that, actually I would be thrilled to be marked by him, to be his mate. And a possessive Paul was a sexy Paul in my opinion.

"We could just wait until-"

I grabbed his face and forced him to look at me, feeling my desire burn inside me like a fire.

"Paul Lahote," I growled. "I love you and I'm willing to put up with whatever crap this mating thing brings, be that a baby or a butt load of pain, just get into me and start pounding.

You're sure?" he said, still looking apprehensive.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, moron, I'm sure, now claim me as yours."

He leaned backwards without answering and grinned as he towered over me, the lust and need in his face turning me on even more than I already was. His black eyes raked over my body as it lay completely exposed beneath him, causing me to blush with pleasure at his obvious approval.

How had I never noticed how beautiful his eyes were? Why had I denied myself, and him, for so long? I had known that I had always wanted this, deep down inside. I had wanted him to claim me in exactly the way he was about to, on his bed. Right where I belonged, in his house, with him always beside me, protecting me.

I loved him more than life itself and I was willing to do anything for him, I would go through fire and ice, flood and tornado, just to see his beautiful eyes looking down at me with such love and desire.

I looked down at his throbbing cock and gulped. The thing was huge.

As if reading my mind Paul smiled encouragingly at me.

"Don't worry, it'll fit."

I took a deep breath and nodded for him to continue.

I groaned as he teased my entrance with the head of his cock.

"Please," I pleaded as his hardened member entered into me, feeling like I was being impaled with an amazingly soft, amazingly firm hot poker, "Take me."

For one long minute we looked into each other's eyes and I saw nervousness, confidence, worry, lust, and love flash across his face.

Then I saw the wolf take control.

He grinned at me like a piece of meat, ready for consumption as he gained a predatory quality to his black eyes.

"I've waited too long for this," He growled.

He slid the head in, causing me to buck instinctively.

"You belong to me." He snarled as he slammed all the way in, causing me to cry out as the pain went through me.

He began to thrust, not giving me a chance to adjust.

The pain was incredible, I didn't think I was going to last, I was being split in two.

Then the sensation of being filled, the pleasure that covered every inch of my body like the sheen of sweat that already covered me like a film went through me and I moaned, "Paul,"

He smirked at me as he moved faster, bringing back a little of the pain but sending fresh waves of pleasure through me.

"That's right, baby, say the name of the one you belong to. Say the name of your mate."

A pressure began to well up inside me, making my body tense as the sensation mounted and grew.

"PAUL!" I screamed as I came.

"Mmm..." he moaned, "So tight and wet and warm; I can feel all of you, babe."

I gasped and closed my eyes as his thrusts picked up in intensity.

"God," He muttered, his eyes half closed, "I'm close, so close."

I felt a sharp pain go through my neck and my eyes flew open. Paul had bitten my shoulder, marking me as his, claiming me so that all would see I belonged to him. I could see along his muscular back, see the sweat that coated his dark skin, see each thrust as he mercilessly pounded me.

I felt his cum go into me, warm and smooth, like a jet of warm water on a freezing piece of skin.

I groaned and leaned back onto the bed.

He smiled dreamily at me and I gave him a tired grin in return.

"Mine," he whispered, his thumb brushing my cheekbone. "All mine."

I reached up with what little strength I had left and touched his cheek.

"Yes," I said as I began to drift into sleep, "All yours."

*END MEMORY SPOV*

I snapped out of the memory, shock going through me as I recognized the one the memory belonged to.

What. The. Hell?