Do Not Own Twilight.

"How can it feel, this wrong

From this moment

How can it feel, this wrong..."

-Beth Gibbons

Chapter 8 – Irresistible – Unwanted Craving

-Bella-

Paul... It fits him. Dark, mysterious and kind of sexy.

A blush creeps up my cheeks and my heart skips a beat; his warmth was making me light-headed. All these thoughts of him were racing through my mind; I didn't want him let me go; I need to feel his skin against my own.

The only other person I have ever felt this way about was Jacob.

His name alone sends a pang of hurt straight to my heart. As soon as I felt it, Paul's hands ease off the door and then wrap around my waist.

Oh, this feels nice. So warm.

My arms are locked in place under his, preventing me from touching him. Very carefully, I turn to face one of the men that has been consuming my dreams lately. It's confusing how there is now a push and pull sensation when I'm near him. I wish I knew what it was.

His hold around me tightens; a moist, steamy exhale escapes his lips. He smells so unbelievably good. Masculine, earthy... just like Jake...

Leaning down and resting his forehead on my shoulder, he continues to deeply inhale.

"Paul? Are you okay?"

A rumbling sound vibrates from his chest; the blazing breath coming from his mouth flows down the front of my shirt, teasing the cool skin underneath.

Oh. My. God. A foreign ache starts to build between my legs.

He chuckles; the gruff sound creates tingles in places I didn't know could have a reaction to something as simple as a man's voice.

The uncontrollable urge to touch him surges through me. Pulling my arms free from his strong embrace, I graze my fingernails through his inky hair. An inhuman purr comes from him, and he roughly pins me against the door.

For a split second, I panicked, however it melted away just as quickly as it appeared. Every inch of his muscular body was pressing against mine; a soft moan slips from my mouth, so many confusing sensations and emotions.

Paul's face tilts to the side, his scorching, delicious breath tickles my cheek.

"You like having me this close don't you."

The words barely process through the overpowering haze his heat brings. "I… I don't know."

The faint sound of him licking his lips echoes in my ear, I wonder what he tastes like.

God, what's wrong with me? I don't even know him, and I want to lick his skin. I shake my head, trying to clear it, and instead my cheek brushes up against his feverish lips.

He sniffs the side of my face, and then down toward my neck - the feather light touch makes my knees weak. His baritone voice breaks my Paul-induced trance. "Come on. You need to lay down."

Another bout of panic threatens set in. "What? Are you - do you think we're going to..."

His grave, rich laugh answers the question I was too flustered to ask. Paul releases me from his embrace, but keeps my hand in his.

"No Bella. I didn't come here for that. You do need to rest though. I'll stay until you fall asleep, then I'm going to leave. Alright?"

The fiery blush comes back as I nod at him. He leads us toward the bed, and then pulls me to lay down next to him. Once he's comfortable on his back with one arm under the pillow, I rest my head on his chest, and listen to his accelerated heart beat. The hypnotic sound along with the excessive, luscious warmth of his skin lulls me to sleep in no time.

(Day 8)

-Paul-

The wait for her even breathing was killing me, being so close to her became increasingly more difficult. The incessant need to claim her was gnawing away at my will power. I got off the bed without moving her, she sleepily clutched at the pillow I was laying on, then snuggled up against it. After taking one last long look at her, I jumped out of the window and ran back to the res.

The sun is barely coming up when I pass the tree line near the dirt road leading to my house. Hopefully no one from the pack came over last night. I don't think I had to patrol yet, but I still hadn't talked to Sam. Not since he sat with me a few days ago.

Speak of the devil. Sam's scent is all around the area of my house. What the fuck is he doing here at this hour?

"Sam?"

He came barreling out of the house, charging at me, grabbing me by the throat and lifting me off the ground. Once the shock wears off I narrow my eyes at him, and attempt to pull his hand off my neck.

"Did you think I would never find out! Is this why you've been acting like a pussy? Because of Bella fucking Swan!"

My response was cut off by his hand squeezing my neck even more, the intense fury from before pumps fiercely in my veins. I reach back, and punch him in the jaw; his hand rips away from my throat as he falls backwards.

"What the fuck is your problem! Don't you ever put your goddamn hands on me like that again Uley. Alpha or no Alpha, I'll fucking rip you to shreds."

We were both trying to catch our breath, he stayed sitting on the grass, his lip oozing blood down his chin. I took a step away from him. The growing violence within demands I phase and fight my Alpha, the way he said Bella's name…

He said her name. He found something out. How the hell did he know I was with her?

Sam glares at me, then gets up and cracks his knuckles, the Alpha façade in place.

"You've told a human about our tribe's secret."

My jaw drops. "What the fuck are you talking about? I haven't told anyone a goddamn thing! You come to my house to accuse me of something I would never do? Get the hell out off my property Uley!"

"No. Someone confirmed you were at the Swan house last night. Are you going to deny it?"

Raging tremors rattle me from the inside. Who the hell was spying on us? I should have been able to pick up their scent... No sense in lying about it.

"I'm not going to deny shit. Yes I was with Bella last night and this morning. It's also none of your fucking business. I haven't told her about the pack, and I wasn't planning on it."

Sam runs his hands through his hair, and starts to pace around the yard.

"Who told you I was with Bella?"

He continues pacing, and avoids eye contact, "One of the Cullen's was at the border. She wanted to talk. Long story short, her 'sister' is a seer, and she couldn't see Bella anymore. She hasn't been able to get a read on her future for over a week. The blonde leech came to confirm Bella was alive. She was downwind, on a tree a good distance from the Swan house. You wouldn't have been able to sniff her out. She saw you two, she said you both looked friendly… more than friendly. What the fuck Paul? Really? You had to go after Bella? Jacob's Bella?"

As soon as he said 'Jacob's Bella', I lost it. I could feel my skin rippling, the wolf was trying to claw his way out.

Sam squares his shoulders, "You will not phase."

The Alpha order tightly restrains me; the force with which it stops the wolf from coming out was excruciating.

He stood there and watched as I doubled over in agony, the question evident in his eyes.

"For fucks sake, no I didn't imprint - motherfucker! This shit hurts!"

"If you didn't imprint, why are you even remotely interested in her? Didn't you make it clear you despised the 'leech-lover'? Jesus Paul. Why do you have to make trouble for yourself? Aren't you already a big enough pain in the ass without all this extra shit?"

I know he is being serious, but I still laugh at him even though it causes more pain.

"I don't know why. She's just there… I can't explain it. I see her; literally see her when I'm with other women. She is getting under my skin, and I'm tryin' to figure it out."

He gives me a serious look, "You do know since she isn't your imprint I can order you to stay away from her."

The thought of not seeing her… the misery from alpha order was nothing compared to the torturous vise that grips my heart at those words. Trying in vain to gasp for air, my lungs feel like they are incapable of taking in oxygen.

Sam's eyes widen and he rushes to me, shaking my shoulders, yelling something… I couldn't understand a damn word he was saying.

"Paul! PAUL! I'm not going to order you to stay away. Calm down! PAUL!"

Several long minutes later, I can breathe again. Sam's looking at me like I've lost my mind. Maybe this is what it's like to go insane. All I want to do is go inside and sleep, but I know he's not done talking yet. Especially after - whatever the fuck just happened.

"The leeches have pretty much stopped coming through the area. We have patrol covered. I'll come back in a couple of days and we will finish talking about this situation. Figure it out and fast. We don't know when Jacob is coming back, but when he does, I have a feeling he will try to go looking for Bella."

He stays there for a second, making sure I wasn't going to lose it again, and then walked towards the trees behind the house.

I sit on the steps in front of the door, and put my head in my hands. This is going to end up being one giant fucking shit storm.

Is she really worth all this damn trouble?

Verse from Song: Roads

Artist: Portishead

Album: Dummy

A/N:

RL was a pain in the ass, and so were the tenses in this chapter. No pre-reader or beta, lol, just all me. :) Thank you to everyone who is reading this story.