~I should ask for inspiration more often because you all blew me away. I have received more reviews on Chapter 20 than I ever received. Chapter 1 previously had the record at 30. I know sometimes people don't have time to review or forget even though they enjoy something (guilty) but wow, it really is encouraging for an author, so I appreciate it whenever you review. Should I even tell you what this chapter is about? It's pretty much only one long lemon, so you're welcome. These chapters stress the heck out of me, but I dug deep and I hope it lives up to most of your expectations.

Lots of strong words for Edward and Alice as well as peaked curiosity about who Mitch is to Bella. In due time, those issues will be readdressed, but for now, the wolf demands other things.

Copyright disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all recognizable characters.

Chapter 21: Mine

Paul had surprised her, because she wanted to relax so he was giving her the best method to help out with that. He had repressed that feeling for a month, but since the beast had first reared his primal head during their intimate moment; he never completely retreated. He kept silently nudging, sorta whispering in his ear...do it, she's ours, make her ours completely.

The way she lifted her hips off the bottom of the tub and pushed into his hand let him know he had her close, really close. He leaned across the water to take control of her mouth and stifle her moans. When he pulled back ever so slightly, he told her to let go.

"Uh, I am, just a little more." She pressed her hand over his under the water and her head fell back on the tiles. He couldn't resist the treat that heaved in front of his face. He bent down enough to capture the taut peak between his lips.

"Yes!" bounced off the walls of the small space.

He'd found the secret to making her come unglued. Paul decided to experiment. He knew Blue liked her nipples sucked, but he was going to give her just the slightest nip, a practice one just to figure out how she'd respond. Her body responded just like he wanted and he held still til he knew she'd given him her all. He slipped his fingers out of the water. He turned her chin enough to give her one more kiss. Then he stood up to leave her to her bath.

"Wait..." she panted. "You're leaving?"

"Just the bathroom, baby. Now you can have your relaxing soak."

"But no, I want more. I'm getting out." She shifted her body and grabbed the sides of the tub.

He shook his head side to side, "Not yet..stay!" came out a little more forceful than he'd intended. "I have a few things to get ready and then I'll give you more. More than you'll probably be able to stand."

He stepped outside the bathroom with a self-assured grin on his lips. He knew how to work her up every time. Their physical relationship had fully blossomed. She had lost all her inhibitions with his encouragement. There was nothing better than falling asleep with her bare skin against his, night after night. In the beginning, she acted like she was going to fight him about living together. He was so relieved, she'd been swayed in the other direction. All those nights in the woods and on Quil's couch had paid off. She was his in every way, not Edward Cullen's. The thought of that bloodsucker sniffing around made his blood boil. Sam was trying to remain the voice of reason, while Jacob was ready to ignite the treaty. He didn't think they should have it. For once, he was in agreement with the baby alpha. Maybe the two of them could work on Sam to abandon his pacifist ways.

The message was forwarded out to the pack. When the time came, he promised to make them aware. Leah responded quickly and said she'd leave the care package from her mother. He quickly texted back not to knock or disturb them. They all knew to stay far, far away for the rest of the weekend. He looked around their simple surroundings. They hadn't done much to the place other than Bella unpacked like a mad woman as soon as a box came through the door. She said she didn't want them living out of boxes. He was pretty sure she didn't get all googly-eyed over romantic, fussy shit, but he remembered she stored some candles away in a drawer. He found them and lit them and then placed them on the small table next to their bed. At least the place they chose was much more like a real house than his old cabin which was all one room. They had their own bedroom and a spare room plus the living and kitchen area. No idea what they were using the spare room for, but she had a desk in there so he assumed it was her office.

Paul paced around trying to push down some of the anxiety he felt. He heard a creak on the porch, so he took care of that immediately. Leah left a small box that he pulled inside; but other than the squeaky step, she hadn't made any other noise and was gone as soon as he stuck his head out the door.

He walked back in the bedroom and shirked off his shirt. He pulled down the covers on the bed, which she always insisted on making up everyday. "Damn girl...did you fall asleep after I took care of you?" he mumbled. Maybe he relaxed her too much, she still wasn't making an exit. He couldn't wait any longer, he gave three taps to the bathroom door.

"Come in."

He opened it up and she was still submerged. "You ever getting out?"

"I was waiting for you."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I felt like you'd tell me when I could get out...the way you wouldn't let me up and told me to relax. It seemed like an order."

He threw his head back and laughed. "I'm not Sam, I don't give orders, but yeah I'm kinda lonely in our bedroom, so get the hell out now! You want some help?"

"No, I think I can handle it and I want to brush my teeth, maybe I have a surprise too," she attempted to wink at him.

He stepped in front of the sink and brushed his teeth while she pulled the stopper and started drying off. "Okay, scoot...I have preparations to do."

"Be naked and ready...all you need to do to be prepared."

"Go...it takes a little more than that."

He had no idea what she meant, but he left her alone in the bathroom for a second time.

He slipped off his pants and boxers in one fail swoop. He needed no other preparations other than a hard cock. He looked down with pride, "Yep, I'm ready."

The turn of the bathroom door put him on high alert. She was about to step inside their room. The wolf rumbled once more, but he assured him tonight he wouldn't retreat. She'd proved him wrong yet again, because there were many things worth waiting for. Bella stepped inside their room wearing the sexiest piece of fabric and lace he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Fuck me."

She giggled, "Okay."

He jumped off the bed to go to her. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Her lacey crotch came in contact with him and he growled. "I didn't know you had shit like this, Blue. I know I said naked, but damn, this is hot."

He kissed her before she could answer. The two of them stood in the middle of the room for a few minutes while he reveled in what was starting between them. She broke the kiss and caught her breath. "I still have a few surprises saved up for special occasions. I thought this definitely qualified."

He tossed her to the middle of the bed and she squealed. She was spread out on display and he took a closer look. She looked amazing to him; the black, tight lacey corset and panties against her milky white skin, combined to form sheer perfection in his eyes. Not only that, there was a little ribbon made into a bow on the panties which only meant one thing to him...a present and he needed to open it.

She pushed up on her elbows, "Look at you...putting out candles. See I wasn't the only one trying to make it special."

"I try," he blew hot air on his partially closed fist.

She patted the bed and he slid in next to her. She angled herself to face him. "You do better than try. You make it perfect every time. I know you were nervous. So was I, but not anymore. I'm ready."

The two of them mingled their flesh together and did a dance with their tongues while they kissed. He felt around her back to see how to go about getting her top part off. Sure, he liked the visual display she put on, but he was all man. He couldn't leave it on too long, he had no idea how he'd made it that many minutes. Once unhooked, she helped him slide the fitted bodice over her head. He paid attention to her pebbled peaks while his fingers trailed down to the bow covering his precious package. His palm covered the sheer material and hit in her most sensitive spot.

Her legs squeezed in and he pushed them back open. He had to satisfy a craving that only her body could quench. His journey ended when his face was in front of that little bow that had teased him from the get go. One kiss over the fabric before he decided to try and take off the barely there bottoms with his teeth. He could tie cherry stems inside his mouth in record time, the task he desired couldn't be much harder. His mate smelled amazing to him always, but she'd enhanced herself with some sort of spray. It wasn't too much, just enough to drive him even more crazy with lust. He needed to feast on her honeyed nectar. It was so thick earlier, he scented it over the bathwater. When the lace and silk slid past her hips, she squirmed her legs to make them slide all the way down. He opened her back up again. The scent hit him like a ton of bricks again. Shit, was it? So much stimuli was fucking with his mind. His eyes shifted to the nightstand, maybe he should just to make double sure. It was what he told her he'd do, but the wolf pushed down all thoughts of the rational man. Mate, claim...Mine.

That was all he heard and once he tasted her essence, he knew there was no rational parts left until it was over. She would be loved totally and completely...he would satisfy her again and again until she begged him for the final stage. The mark wasn't going to maim her like he'd worried in the beginning. It would merely be a visible reminder of what she'd already branded on his soul. Imprint...she was theirs, only theirs.

Bella pulled at his head, he always knew when she was ready because she'd already given all that she was physically capable of onto his tongue. He effortless slipped into place and the couple united without a single hesitation while she was still pulsing from what he'd previously done to her. It was the quickest response time he'd ever gotten out of her after only a few languid movements with his pelvis.

Bella grabbed his face with her hands, "Uh, you are so good at that."

He covered her lips with his, she never minded if they were still stained with her goodness. She said it turned her on to know he did that to her. Tiny feet moved higher and higher up his thighs and she widened even more for him, slightly changing the angle. They had a perfect rhythm. He knew when to speed up and when to pull back. They worked together like one perfect unit. All that existed was her in those moments. Strong hands that had already memorized every crease or curve of her body sought to touch, caress, and stroke all his favorite places again. Of course, she had the obvious favorites because she was a female, but he also loved one particular soft spot of skin at her waist, on the left side. He couldn't figure out what made that one stretch of skin so creamy smooth, but his fingers searched it out each and every day. Next came the kisses. He was a good foot taller, but he was agile enough to kiss her in all the best places when he was making love to her.

Paul nibbled her neck and whispered how much he loved her, how good she felt. She responded with her own words of love. Bella squeezed him tighter, pulled his neck to position his mouth over hers again. She was his beginning and end when it came to his happiness. Maybe a shrink would say that wasn't the healthiest thing, but he couldn't help himself. Whatever spirits that oversaw the lives of the young men saddled with ancient magic had given them a double-edged sword. There was life and death in the imprint. He knew he didn't exist without her and if the night provided her one ounce of extra protection, then all other trepidation had vanished. Like she said before, they both needed. I need it, urged him. He knew she might be expecting a shift sooner or later, but that wetness was too much, he was letting himself go. They'd complete the marking the second time around. He laid on her a little while until he'd completely filled her with his offering.

She caught her breath when he rolled over. "So that was just the beginning?"

"Yep," her satisfied expression told him on a normal night, she'd roll over and go to sleep. Not tonight, little one.

"I...I'm going to need..." he hopped up before she finished and hurriedly returned with some water. They took turns until the bottle was drained.

Bella laid across his chest and rubbed her fingers up and down his stomach. She asked how he'd restrained himself, since she'd already given her permission for the marking. He wondered how as well, because right at the beginning he thought it was going to happen soon, but he promised to love her body as much as possible. He needed to give as much as he was capable of before he took from her. That's where he imagined the primal need would lead him. He'd have to take everything from her briefly. She'd given him her all verbally, but the physicality was going to be so much strain on her tiny body. He loved her more than he ever believed he was capable of. In fact, he didn't think it was possible to fall in love with anyone. Paul, most definitely didn't want that after what he witnessed between his parents.

Of course, the first time he saw her during all the drama that was her previous life; he toyed with some fantasies about her. Jacob was going about it all wrong; trying to be someone to lean on, a buddy, a confidant. Jake didn't know, no one could rarely escape that friend title. He had the passing thought at the time if she were to give him a night, he'd make her forget everything that was cold, dead and dull. She needed hot, breathing and wild and he was the perfect candidate. In theory, he hated her for being a fucking leech lover. She was the source of many heated arguments when lil chief phased. He didn't need that headache. As soon as patrols ended, he was off as quick as possible to a local bar to redirect his thoughts.

Then it happened; the slap heard and felt around the world. Not that it hurt, but damn she was feisty and he hadn't realized that from the way she'd previously presented herself. That night he might have done some skank he couldn't even remember completely, but she was the object of his wet dream. He remembered waking up after imagining her slapping him when they were all alone. It went way different than the real moment. He grabbed her arms and clasped them firmly against her legs so she couldn't move. Then he took what he wanted from her mouth. By the time their dream versions were done, he was spurting all over his sheets like teenage nerd.

Back to his new reality, not quite a year from that vivid sex dream he had about her, she was pressed against him in their bed...their home. She was making feather-like runs up and down his whole body with her fingertips. The wolf purred from within...damn, he sensed it way before the man ever knew. They were so lucky, she dropped her guard down that day in the city. He can't imagine any other outcome than what was their current situation. Bella leaned further across his chest and kissed over his tight nipple, her fingers took a new journey.

"You ready, baby? I need you inside me right now," she kissed a little further down his abdomen. Hell yes, he was ready, there was no mistaking that. She breathed deeply, "Even I can smell that...me and you." She teased him by placing one swirling kiss to the tip, then lifted up so he could have a perfect view of her body.

"Fuuuuck, Blue..." he called out. His lady was so hot when she begged for it. His palm reached around to grab her hip so he could pull her body. She rose for the occasion and one of her legs swung over him. He lifted her up and pulled down hard.

Bella yelped at the sudden jolt to her center.

He stilled, to give her a second. Her body relaxed onto him and she gave him the slightest smile before pushing her hips into his.

He let her know in all seriousness, "Don't interfere or come between the wolf. Understand?"

"Yes...I won't," she shivered before resuming her movements. He would never hurt her, but the warning needed to be issued. That motherfucker went crazy when he ran off from her in the shower that night. He wasn't going to allow an interference again whether it be him or her. He never told her how Sam, Quil and Jared had taken him to the water that night to knock him out of his frenzy.

The candles still twitched and flickered throughout the room, Bella stayed upright but sometimes would fall against his chest when she needed something a little different or to kiss him. He pushed her back up because he was going to let her ride out one last high.

He put her hands over her own breasts, "Tweak them hard, you know I fucking love to see that." She obeyed as he pinched her magic pearl. Bella came hard and loud and her nectar washed all over him. He was glad for the first go round, because he had much more control.

His eyes stung as he watched her. That meant one thing. He even felt his skin burn even hotter and stretch taut. He was there, just under the surface...as close as he could get to their mate in that sort of intimate juncture. The whole room illuminated to him like he'd just slipped on a paper of night vision goggles. He was aware of everything: the sheen on her forehead, the pulse that pounded against her veins, the scent that poured from her womb. He slowly pried her hands from her nipples. Once she eyed the beast, she forgot to let go. He held her hands firmly against her hips, "Don't move. You look like a fucking goddess in front of us," he growled. It was the absolute truth. One of the candles had burned itself out, but two still glowed against her skin. He made her hold still on his rock solid cock for an unrecorded amount of time. She only took slow, shallow breaths. Good mate, the animal concurred.

Eventually, Paul helped her with the transition. He turned her the other way around. She was still on top but that way he could admire her pert ass as she slipped up and down on his shaft. He also zeroed in to the perfect spot, where she'd forever bear his mark. No one would ever see it unless she was in a swimsuit or her underwear and god help any man that ever attempted to see that much of her. Quil had already asked if they'd be allowed to touch it and he punched him in the jaw just for the inquiry. Perhaps, she already realized the way he looked at the spot before because she moved her hair all to the left for him without being prompted. His finger ghosted over the thin line under her cheek, at the top of her thigh. His first scar, he thought. He hadn't meant to make her fall that first day. He only wanted to put a fright in her. He liked the way she responded to her fear and intrigue concerning him. In retrospect, it was a necessary evil. She had to be injured that day in order for her to see him in a new light. The slap and the fall both were important events. His mind stopped reminiscing because he felt her building something from within. "That's it, you're a greedy little thing tonight" He wasn't counting, but he was sure they were breaking a record. Bella continued to grunt and groan. He guessed he owed her that pleasured release, before he fully sat up.

Firm hands grasped and pushed her off for only a millisecond. Bella fell forward to her elbows. Just like that...full submission. It was his turn to get all that he needed. Paul pushed forward, she gasped. He fucked her from behind hard and fast with no pauses. She barely made a sound, but he knew she was enjoying it despite her silence. There was no other choice, but to fucking love what he was doing to her. Soon, he caught the slightest movement underneath them, but he halted her and slammed her hand back down, "Did I tell you, you could touch yourself? Don't...I'll do that when it's time." He knew he was being a fucking, dominant animal and he'd never discouraged her from anything she needed for pleasure, but that time was different.

The room spun, he had a dizzy spell, but the animal roared, Now, do it, bite her, mark her...our mate...MINE.

Paul, who was both man and beast, pulled her long hair gently but with great intention. Another hand lifted her body up higher off her elbows, she extended arms. He then brought the other hand around to give her the attention he'd promised. He pinched and squeezed her tender organ and moved within her until he felt her walls clinch around him. She stifled a moan, and his face zeroed in on his target. His entire body burned from the inside out. Elongated teeth ripped delicate flesh, and broke precious skin to expose his senses to her blood. Muffled sounds transformed into loud shrieks, but pleasure overrode pain. The wolf clamped and seized the area on the back of her right shoulder as the man filled his mate with his seed. Without disengaging from their union, he supported her body because she was quivering uncontrollably as he bathed her wound with the healing properties of his saliva. Leaving the warmth of her body was his only regret for the whole moment. He pulled her down so she could rest spooned against his hot, naked flesh. He licked and kissed over the mark again until her breathing slowed. "I love you," he said with confidence.

"I love you so much, Paul," sheer exhaustion evident in her voice.

He kissed the spot again, she trembled. He'd have to get up once he knew she'd settled down and could take losing the contact. Sue had all he needed to attend to the area in his special package delivered by Leah.

"You're mine forever, Blue."

"I know, but I already was...this is only further proof." He wanted to ask her more. Hear from her lips that she was okay and that she enjoyed it as much as he did, but Bella didn't say another word. She was completely sated and unconscious as soon as she whispered those perfect words to him.

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