Chapter 11 – Crazy Imprints

Paul gave one last glare towards Embry. "Thanks a lot my dear pack brother. Not that I know what you think of me. I'm going to go see if I can help my imprint get over the fact her brother just hurt her so bad." Paul shook his head much the same way Roni had as he left the house.

Paul inhaled deeply and followed his imprints scent of lilacs. He had to follow her scent quickly because the grey clouds above were rumbling with thunder. If it started to rain it would wash away her scent and he might not be able to sniff her out. Paul found himself standing at the trees edge as he could see Veronica sitting on the beach. She would have to be at the same place he had originally seen her for the first time.

Naturally as soon as he found her; the rain started coming down in buckets full. He let out a sigh of relief as he walked out to her cautiously. She looked up when she felt someone watching her. "Why are you even here Paul? You should be thoroughly repulsed or pissed off and not want to be anywhere near me or my idiot brother."

Paul squatted down as he took her chin in his hand and gently pulled her to look at him again. "I get that you trusted Embry to not lie to you. But it doesn't change the way I felt about you. Or the way I still feel. C'mon I'm going to take you home. You need to get some dry clothes on before you get sick."

Veronica groaned when Paul lifted her into his arms. "I don't want to go home. I don't want to be anywhere Embry might be right now." She relished Paul's warmth. "Please take me anywhere but home."

Paul felt her snuggle into his warmth as he walked back into the forest. Tightness filled his chest when she practically begged him to not take her home. He walked the short distance to his house as he placed her on her feet at the front door and unlocked it letting her inside. Paul put his hand on the middle of her back and steered her down the hall to a bedroom.

"Where are we?" Veronica questioned as a shiver ran through her body. The chill from the rain was getting to her now.

Paul opened the closet and dug around for a minute. He walked back over and had a small pair of sweat pants and a small t-shirt. "This is actually my house. You look like you're about the same size as my older sister, when she comes to La Push she stays in my spare room. These are hers. Go ahead and change and give me your wet clothes I'll throw them in the dryer." Paul also placed a towel on the bed for her.

Veronica peeled her wet clothes off as she dried her body off and put the dry clothes on. She pulled the elastic from the ankles of the sweat pants up to just above her calves but below her knees so her knees were covered. She towel dried her hair before she pulled the t-shirt on, she didn't want the shirt to get wet it would only make her colder. Before she left the room she placed her wet clothes in the towel and walked back down the hallway and found Paul standing in the living room. "Thanks for the loan."

Paul smiled softly as he watched her walk up and hand over the towel and her close. "Anytime; go ahead and sit down, I'll grab a blanket. I'm sure you're still chilled."

Veronica sat on the couch as she watched Paul walk through a side door in his kitchen more than likely it was the laundry room. He walked back into the living room and unfolded a blanket as he carefully covered her up. "Do you think I'm crazy Paul?"

Paul frowned. "Crazy? No; beautiful? Yes. Why would you think you're crazy?"

"Because of the dreams I had. They started out like the normal nightmares I had when I was in the institute and then suddenly my father was replaced with you. I just felt as though I was going crazy again." Veronica couldn't help confessing.

Paul moved around as he sat next to her on the couch. "Veronica you're not crazy. It's the imprint. The imprint for some reason causes you to have dreams about which ever wolf imprinted on you; it happened to the other imprints as well, you're not the only one. In this case because you were hurting from not seeing me, your dad was switched out in your nightmares for me; because I was the one you wanted to be with. There's a lot about imprinting I don't understand, but I can try to explain it as best as I can. And what I can't explain I'm sure Sam and Emily can help."

"Thanks Paul." Veronica mumbled as she covered her mouth, while letting out a yawn.

Paul didn't miss the yawn that escaped her. Paul gently pulled her close to him as he wrapped his arm around her as she leaned against his side. Her eyelids were getting heavy. Paul softly kissed the top of her head. "Relax Veronica. I'm not going anywhere." He felt her head as she nodded in understanding.

Soon both of them were sleeping comfortably on Paul's couch.

Jake was sitting at home that night; he shook his head he couldn't believe how fast news traveled through the pack. Quil had stopped by earlier and told him what the hell Embry had done; that and the fact that he and Leah had actually imprinted on each other and hadn't told a soul in the pack. They had apparently also been engaged and Leah had broken everything off because of Embry's lies.

Jake walked down stairs and was getting a glass of water when he heard a harsh knock on the front door. Jake walked over to the front door and opened it; dark forest green eyes of Camille Dawson staring back at him. Jake felt tightening in his stomach and through his heart. Jake watched as his gorgeous imprint walked into his house with a trench coat on trying to keep the water from her. Jake raised an eyebrow and watched as she sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. Suddenly, his lips were on hers as he kicked the front door close and pushed her back into the door.

He pushed her into the doorway, as his warm hands roamed her body. His deep voice growled softly, "Cam." She was trying to come out of the passion haze, "Hmmm?" He was trying to keep the huskiness out of his voice, "I missed you...So much." Camille smiled softly against his lips, "I missed you too...Are we gonna stay downstairs all night?" He chuckled, "Hell no." His eyebrow raised as his eyes lowered over the curves that were caught by the trench coat. "So what do you have on under that coat exactly?"

Camille's beautiful smile appeared on her beautiful face as he watched her hands untie the synch around her waist as she pulled the flaps open and Jake's eyes nearly bugged out of his eyes. His eyes scraped down her body has they took in the cotton t-shirt she was wearing. It came to mid-thigh...barely. And he knew it was his. From the last time he'd visited her which was only that morning. Jake, ever the gentleman helped her out of her coat as he continued to let his eyes run up and down her long tan legs as they disappeared beneath the cotton shirt. He hung up the coat and pulled her back into his arms.

His lips sought hers out as his hands slowly explored her body. Once his hands got to her waist they slid down her rear to the back of her thighs as he lifted her small frame into his arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist tight. He carefully maneuvered his way upstairs to his room his lips never leaving hers. "I can't believe all you had on under that coat was my t-shirt." His voice was husky as his lips grazed her ear and neck.

He carefully set her on the bed as he settled himself between her thighs, "Oh my God, Cam you look so good in my shirt." Cam giggled as she traced his well-defined back with her fingertips, "You left it behind this morning...Which by the way thanks. It still has your smell on it."

A cocky smirk adorned his beautiful red lips. "I hate to break it to you but my scent is all over you." Camille giggled. "I know." A slight playful growl vibrated through his body, as Camille playfully pushed back on the bed escaping Jake's grip on her. Jake pushed up on his hands and knees and chased Camille around on the bed. Jake finally snagged her ankle and pulled her back down to where he was. His lips grazed her outer thigh and then slid up to her hip. As Jake's lips made their way up her body the t-shirt was disposed of. Cam cupped his cheeks as she pulled him down for another scorching kiss.

Jake felt his hot hands as they slid up her thighs and hips to her panties as he grabbed them and slid them down her long tanned legs, "Let's just go ahead and get rid of these." He stood up off the bed as he pulled them all the way off, Cam sat up as she grabbed the waist line of his jean shorts and pulled him closer and as she placed feather soft kisses around his navel, hip bones, she was riding him of his offending material. It was all that was felt between them and completely naked heaven. As she let them slide down his muscled thighs, she saw exactly how much he'd missed her.

He carefully pushed her back to lie down as he took his place between her thighs again, his lips kissing hers again as she felt him slowly entering her body taking her love and ecstasy to a new level. Only a level she knew he could take her.

After they both seen stars a few times, Camille laid on his chest as she could feel his fingers running through her hair. She was tracing the definition in his abs with her fingertips, and giggled every once in a while when his stomach would jump from her touch. He laughed as he looked down at her, "Sorry...You don't know what your touch does to me Cam." Camille looked up as she watched the soft smile adorn his beautiful red lips, "I know more than you think Jacob Black."

Camille fell asleep in his arms. Jake watched as sleep over took her body and he knew before long he'd be asking her to marry him. Actually more like begging. She was used to the patrols and even when he was at the fire station. It was almost as if the Quileute God's knew she'd be his perfect other half to make him whole. Jake brushed his lips across her forehead as he felt her snuggle deeper into his warm embrace as his eyes lulled closed slowly and soon he joined her in dreamland.