(Jacob's POV)
Bree fell into my arms as soon as we made love. It felt so amazing to finally have her when she wanted it as well. She wanted to have me inside her, and that was all I could ever want. I didn't understand what made her change her mind, but I was forever grateful that it changed. It was the first time she ever showed me love and affection.

When she began to stir in my arms, I kissed her forehead and brushed a hand through her hair. She was so peaceful, so beautiful when she slept. She was a total angel, come to save me from the devil that I was. There was no one who I could ever love more in my entire life, not even my own children.

There was a knock at the door. I was pissed because it woke Bree up; I got up and opened the door. It was Paul.

"What do you want?" I growled.

"Sam needs to talk to us," he growled back. "So you need to come now."
I walked back to Bree and kissed her forehead. "I'll be back soon. Try to sleep."
She nodded and closed her eyes. I followed Paul to the living room, where all the guys were sitting.

"What's going on?" I asked as I sat down next to Quil.

"We've got a bit of a problem," Sam told us.

"And what would that be?" Jared asked.

"These girls keep coming, and we keep imprinting on them," Sam stated. "We can't just keep bringing girls into this house against their will."
"I told you I would share Molly until mating season was over," Paul said. "What's the big deal?"
"What about next mating season?" Sam questioned. "Will we bring another girl here?"
"What else can we do?" Quil asked.

"I don't care." Paul stood up. "I'm gonna go get a good fuck while I can. This doesn't even involve me anyways. I already have my fuck for the next season."
And he walked out.

(Paul's POV)
After the stupid talk, I stormed into Molly's room. She shot up and looked at me.

"Get on your stomach, you little bitch," I growled.

All I could care about at that point was a good fuck.

Surprisingly she did as she was told. I took off my clothes and mounted her. I didn't know why I was already hard, but I didn't care. I was so stressed and her pussy would do nothing put help.

I pushed into her brutally, pounding as hard and as fast as I could. She didn't budge, or try to squirm away. She staid on her hands and knees and took it.

"You're such a good girl," I growled, wanting to somehow praise her for doing what she was told. "Such a pretty little good girl."

For some reason, I became gentler. I turned her onto her stomach so she would look at me. I got onto my elbows so I could kiss her softly. She responded to my kisses and grunted as I pushed into her.

"May I come?" she whispered huskily.

I nodded. "Come all over my cock, baby. Please do it; I want you to so bad."
She moaned softly as she came. I moaned loudly in her face as I came afterwards, letting myself get lost in the moment.

"You're such a good girl," I whispered once more. "You deserve a reward for being such a good girl." I kissed her face. "What would you like?"
"Am I allowed to ask?" she whispered as I started getting up.

"Of course, sweetheart, as long as it's reasonable."
She rested herself up on her elbows and looked at me. "Can you pretend that you love me?"
My eyes widened in shock. What did she just ask?
"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, cuddle with me, and just pretend that you love me. Just for one day." She sighed. "I promise I'll continue to be a good girl. I'll do whatever you ask. Just pretend that you love me."
I walked over to her, and she winced, probably thinking that she was going to be hit. But I wasn't going to do that. I leaned down softly and kissed her.

"I'll start tomorrow," I whispered, kissing her once more. "I promise."
"Can you just stay?" she asked. "I know it's bad, and I shouldn't want you to stay; you have no reason to pretend like you do. But I just need someone."

I sighed and walked over to her; it was the first time I got a good look at her. She looked so tired, so spent, and I felt so terrible. I wanted to hold her in my arms and coddle her and tell her everything would be okay. I wanted to be everything she wanted. She deserved to be treated like I loved her, because I did.

"Okay," I whispered.

I climbed into bed next to her and held her in my arms. She snuggled into my chest.

"You'll be okay," I continued to whisper. "I promise."

She moved closer into my arm.

(Molly's POV)

I didn't know what I was thinking when I asked Paul for my reward. I did what Natalie told me to do, and she was right. I did get the reward I wanted.

But why would I ask Paul for love? He tortured me in ways I couldn't ever imagine. He was cruel and cold when he fucked me. He beat me to the point I could barely feel my own body, and, yet, I wanted affection from those hands that gave me so much pain.

Being in his arms felt so amazing that it was strange. He held me so gently and carefully; it was like I didn't know him at all. It was like he actually did love me.

I knew if I wanted affection I could've asked Jacob, but a part of me craved affection from Paul. Having him hold me was like my drug. I craved it so bad.

Maybe I wanted to convince myself someone here loved me? I had the perfect opportunity to make myself believe that, so I knew in my heart that I would never pass that up.

We sat in silence for a bit before Paul began to speak. I looked up at him, waiting for a harsh word or some sort of insult.

"You know I don't like punishing you," he whispered, brushing the bangs away from my face. "I actually hate it. I really want to be kind and love you, but you need to understand not to disobey."
I nodded. "If you keep treating me like this, I'll be a good girl. I'll do anything you say."
"I want you to be happy," he continued. "I know this is a harsh reality, and I wish it wasn't like this, but you will give us kids, no matter what."
I cuddled as close as I possibly could to his chest.

"I'll make you breakfast tomorrow," he mused. "And then maybe we'll watch a movie, and I'll get you your favorite food for lunch. You can fall asleep in my arms."
"That sounds perfect," I whispered. "What time is it?"
"Ten," he mused.

"At night?" I asked.

"Actually, yes. Your time is so screwed up in here. Maybe if you continue to be a good girl, I'll take you out and we can actually go on a date."
"I'd like that," I whispered.

"Are you hungry at all?" he asked sweetly, kissing my forehead.

"A little, but not that much."
"Why don't we do that movie tonight?" he mused. "I have Netflix so we can chose a movie, and I'll pop some popcorn and get a couple of sodas. It'll be good."
I nodded. "That does sound good."
"Okay." He handed me the xBox remote sitting on the nightstand that I didn't even know existed. "Go ahead and choose a movie. I'll be back. What kind of soda do you want?"
"Do you have Sprite?" I whispered.

He nodded as he got up. "Yeah. I'll be back soon baby."
I smiled shyly. I loved that he called me baby.

I ended up choosing This Means War. Chelsea Handler was so hilarious, and that was what made me want to watch the movie.

Paul came back in about fifteen minutes later. He crawled in bed beside me, had me cuddle to his chest, and set a tray with the drinks and popcorn between us.

"This Means War?" he chuckled.

I nodded, throwing a piece of popcorn into my mouth.

He leaned down and actually kissed my lips. I felt so amazing. I reached my hand up to trace his face as I rubbed my lips against his. Our tongues lapped together until I pulled away.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "I have never seen a more beautiful girl in my entire life."
My face started to turn pink. He smiled at me and kissed my lips again.

"Now let's watch that movie," he breathed against