You are mine, Isabella Swan. Forever.
By LilyAurora
Chapter 36
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Standing outside Sam's, I watched as Paul, Sam and Jared talked quietly together. Heads bowed close as they discussed something important. More than likely Jared and his feelings towards Kim. It was a situation I had no clue how we were all going to handle it. I felt for Jared I really did. He didn't want to be with Kim. Lord knows he had tried. Tried so damn hard, bent over backwards for the girl and yet she still wasn't happy, wanting. No needing his undivided attention every minute of the day. No wonder he felt claustrophobic. She was suffocating him.
Gentle fingers against my arm drew my attention away from the boys. Emily smile softly as I dragged my gaze towards her.
"Hi."
"Hey Emily, what's up?"
"I just wanted to speak with you for a few minutes, if that's OK?"
"Of course." I nodded. "What's up?"
"Remember when we spoke about doing something for the community here in La Push. Bringing some jobs and maybe tourists too."
"Yeah." I asked carefully. Not sure where she was going with this.
"Well I've been looking into it. I've come up with a sort of business venture so to speak and was wondering if you wanted to have a look at it."
"Wow, Emily. Yeah, I'd love too." I was generally surprised. It was only a fleeting conversation. We never even went that in-depth with it. But it looks as if it struck a chord with her.
"Good, wait here a sec..." She ran back inside, emerging moments later, with an A4 sized folder. "Here." She said holding out the folder. "It's everything I've come up with so far. Locations, suppliers, websites. Everything. All we need is a guarantor for a small business loan. I've even spoke to the bank, gave them the proposed idea. They liked it. A lot actually."
"Emily, this is amazing."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. I'll read this when I get back to Paul's. Then speak to my dad. Maybe he can go guarantor for us."
"Really? Do you think he would Bella?"
I shrugged. "If the numbers add up and we don't end up in debt or there is a risk to him then yeah I can't see him having a problem. You know he loves La Push just as much as I do."
Emily smiled brightly. "Thanks Bella."
"No problem. I'll let you know tomorrow OK?"
"Yeah, OK." Emily smiled again before walking back into the house. I smiled as Sam turned his head to watch her walk by. Emily's fingers brushing against his back in the softest of touches. Even without the imprint, I think they would have found themselves together. But who knows. They never had a chance to find out.
"Hey babe you ready to head home?" Paul asked as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Definitely. I'm starving." I leaned back against his ridiculously warm body. All I wanted now was, food, a warm bath and bed.
"What do you fancy?" He asked as we began the walk home, waving to the others as we departed.
"I don't care. Anything."
"There's not much there. We could order."
"From Forks? Ugh, I don't like the local pizza place. The base is always soggy."
Paul laughed at the face I pulled. I hated soggy pizza. It was disgusting.
"Well I'm sorry but there's no where around here to get anything from."
"Exactly." I breathed out. Oh my god Emily. I laughed. If this idea of hers works, then it could really take off. Paul was right there wasn't anywhere here to eat from. No, local take away. Nothing. If we did this. Opened a diner. Then we could offer so much.
"Why are you so happy? We have no food Bella. Nothing. We're going to starve to death." Paul practically wailed.
"Oh god." I laughed. "There's a lasagne in the freezer. We can have that with a salad or something."
"Lasagne? Where did that come from"
I rolled my eyes. "Me. I made four the other week. Dad kept two and I brought the others over to you. Honestly, do you ever go in your freezer?"
"Not really." He answered honestly. "Unless it's in a cardboard packet, that says pizza."
"You are the worse. You need to learn to cook." I teased.
"I can cook."
"Grilled cheese, is not cooking Paul. How many more times do I have to tell you."
"I don't need to cook Bella. I have you." He replied smoothly.
"Nice try." Nudging him in the rips, I stepped out of his grasp. "Don't you want to impress me with your amazing cooking skills?"
"I can impress you with my other amazing skills." He replied cheekily, wiggling his eyebrows.
I laughed despite myself.
"Come on. Let's go home so I can warm you up, some frozen lasagne."
"Woop. Best girlfriend ever." He laughed.
We reached Paul's in no time. It had been a long day. My feet ached and I was so tired I could honestly crawl straight into bed. But the sky was still light and way to early to be sleeping.
"What's that?" Paul asked nodding to the folder in my hand. As he walked towards the kitchen.
"Something Emily came up with."
"Yeah? What about?" He called over his shoulder as he dug around in the freezer. Honestly men and their stomachs.
"Just an idea we had. Remember when I went to Port Angeles with her just after you marked me?"
Paul nodded stiffly. I rolled my eyes.
"Well we were in a small little bistro, and I just happened to ask if owning something like that would be what she wanted to do, and she said she had never really thought about it. But loved to cook for the pack. And I just mentioned about bringing tourists in and making jobs, possibly even applying for grants."
Paul was just staring at me. He was still knelt in front of the freezer, but his attention was firmly fixed in me.
"What?" I asked, fidgeting on the spot.
"You're amazing." He breathed out, as he stood slowly.
I laughed nervously. "No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are." He said stalking towards me.
He reached me within seconds. Arms wrapping around my smaller frame as he towered over me, face nuzzling my neck as he breathed me in. I clutched at his top. Fingers digging into his skin.
"You OK?" I asked.
"God Bella. You're so fucking amazing." He replied kissing me softly.
I laughed. "So you said already."
"No." He shook his head. "You are beyond anything I deserve."
"Don't say that Paul." My small hands cupped his face, smiling as he leaned into my touch.
"Some days I don't know how I got so lucky."
It's not often Paul's sweet. He's never been comfortable sharing his feelings.
"But then I remember how awesome I am."
"Oh my god." I laugh hitting him. "You're an ass."
He chuckles, pulling me to him wrapping me in his big arms.
"I mean it though Bella. You are amazing." He kisses my lips once more before moving back towards the freezer, pulling the lasagne out and placing it in the oven. "We having salad with this when it's done?" He's asking.
"Yeah, I'll do that though. Go change if you want, grab a shower."
"Want to come and wash my back?" He asks, eyes dark with lust as he brushes past me. Hand brushing against my ass.
"I did want a nice, relaxing bath." I tease.
"Bella." He whispered.
It still took me by surprise the reaction my body had, from his deep husky voice. It made me shiver all over. Heart beat in anticipation of what was to come. And it was always something good. So satisfyingly good.
"Yeah?"
"Get your ass in that bathroom, the salad can wait until later."
"But the lasagne."
"I'll set the timer. Go." He nudged me forward gently.
I all but ran to the bathroom shedding my clothes as I went. A dropped T-shirt here... jeans there. Paul would love that. He loved to chase, to hunt. It was the wolf inside him. Always eager to catch me. But I didn't need to be caught. I was already his.
The tiled floor was cold beneath my bare feet. I wiggled my toes against the pale blue rug, as I reached inside the bath, turning the shower on. Testing the temperature, I stepped underneath the hot water. The rhythmic pounding felt good against my tired muscles.
The shower curtain was pulled open, suddenly, revealing a very naked Paul.
"Think you're funny do you Bella." He purred stepping into the shower behind me. "Dropping your clothes all over the house." He leant forward, chest pressing against my back. "Teasing me." He whispered. "You know how much my wolf loves a chase. I've warned you before." His fingers were hot and firm as then held on to my hips. Pulling me flush against his body. His wet, hard, naked body.
I turned in Paul's arms. His fingers running across my skin as I moved. I could feel him hard against my stomach. Feel the heat from his body at my front as the hot water, hit my naked flesh on my back.
"Hey." I breathed out.
Paul leaned down and kissed me. "Hey."
His large hands roamed my body. Skimming over my skin, touching me everywhere. As he gazed down at me.
"Want me to wash your hair?" He asked smiling. Fingers massaging my skin.
"God, yes please." I love it when he did this.
"Tip your head back for me." Paul's fingers tilted my head back, wetting my hair. "Turn around."
I did as he asked. Moving carefully, since wet surfaces and my co-ordination. Not a good mix. I could hear the top of the shampoo click open, the sound of it being squeezed from the bottle. Then Paul was working the liquid into my hair. His large digits, massaging my scalp. Working in the soap.
"Good?" He asked.
"Yeah." I replied. Hands pressing against the tiled wall.
I couldn't help but moan. His fingers felt amazing. He felt amazing pressed up against me. Our slick skin rubbing against each other. The gentle thrust of his hips every so often, caught my breath. We haven't had any time to ourselves since before Embry came knocking at our door. And that was cut short. I knew Paul was annoyed, that our first time together had been interrupted. But that's life. Our life. Nothing is ever simple.
Paul's hands drifted down my body. Sliding across my hips, up my stomach before he was cupping my breasts. I moaned as his thumbs brushed against my nipples. Hips rocking against my own as he kissed my neck.
"Paul." I called out as I pushed back against him. Feeling his hard length, slip between my slightly parted thighs. Paul didn't answer, just continued to suck on my skin. Leaving marks on across my flesh. Not as permanent as my previous one.
"Lift your leg for me babe... place it on the edge of the bath."
I did as he asked. Lifting my leg carefully, as I balanced it on the rim of the bath, hands still pressed against the wall.
Paul's fingers found my entrance immediately. Slipping between my lower lips he teased my clit. I moaned loudly. Pushing down on his hand. Wanting his talented fingers inside me.
"You like that Bella?" He asked. "You want my fingers in you? Want me to tease you, make you cum?"
"Yeah." I panted hips working against his.
One of Paul's fingers slowly pushed inside me. Thrusting gently, before he added another. My breath hitched at the intrusion, Paul stopped his movements, to kiss my neck. Peppering my skin with soft kisses.
"OK?" he asked cautiously.
"Yeah, just slow OK." I moaned when he carefully moved inside me.
"Like that?"
"Yes..." God it felt so good. The hot water beating down against my chest, as Paul gently teased me with his fingers.
"More?"
I nodded. Breath heavy and fast as Paul quickened his pace. My one hand leaving the wall to reach behind and wrap around his neck. I moved my hips in time with his fingers. Each thrust going a little deeper, harder. Paul pushed in another finger.
"Oh god." I moaned, body shaking as another of his thick digits, stretched me open. Deliciously so.
Paul sucked harder on my neck, the fingers of his free hand digging into the flesh of my hip as he held me in place. The other working spectacularly inside me. Paul's dick, slid between my open thighs, his pace quick and fast. His fingers matching each one. I cried out when his thumb pressed against my clit.
"God." He moaned. "I need to be inside you. Can I Bella?"
I nodded. Or at least I tried too. My legs felt like jelly I wasn't even sure if I could hold myself up, but I needn't of worried. Paul spun me around, arms hooking around my waist, as he heaved me up, back pressed against the wall. Legs spread wide to accommodate his larger frame.
"Cross your ankles behind my back babe...Yeah just like that." He breathed out.
Paul moved his hand between us. Fingers brushing my entrance, as he took himself in hand, he rubbed the head of his dick against my clit, before slowly, pushing inside. I felt my body tense at the intrusion.
"You OK?" He panted heavily. Eyes screwed shut as he spoke.
"Yeah." I bit my lip, trying to breathe calmly. Trying to relax.
"Want me to stop?" He asked.
"No." I shook my head. "Just give me a minute."
Paul waited patently, widening his stance, which in turn, opened me up a little wider. How he managed to do it, I have no idea but it worked.
"OK." I whispered after a few moments.
"You sure?"
"Yeah." I wiggled my hips to show him, I was more that sure.
His first few thrusts were gently, short, shallow as I relaxed around him, but then they began to deepen. Paul's hips worked harder, his head, tucked into the crook of my neck. Hands cupping my ass as he began to fuck me harder.
"Oh god." I cried out. Fingers sliding on his wet skin as I grabbed at him.
Paul was relentless. His hips thrust hard and fast, then slow and shallow, before slowing down and circling them. The movement made my eyes roll, into the back of my head. He did it again and again. Each perfect thrust, pulled pleasured sounds from deep inside me. A wailed cry was cut off by his lips on mine, a wet messy kiss of tongues and teeth. Swallowed down my enjoyment.
"So good." He panted as he rocked inside me. "You feel so fucking good."
"Paul?" I called out head falling back against the tiles.
"Do you want to cum, Bella?" He asked seriously.
"Yes." I pleased. I was so close. I could feel it, there, tittering on the edge.
"Play with yourself Bella, rub your clit for me. Let me feel you clench around me as you cum."
His mouth, Jesus it was going to be the death of me. I did as he asked, slowly moving my hand to my clit. The tips of my fingers, brushing where we were joined. Paul moaned at that the contact. My fingers touching him intimately, as he fucked me.
"Fuck." He hissed, as I did it again and again. Paul's hips thrust harder, my fingers found my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I was so turned on, so close that it wouldn't take much to send me over that edge. Just a few strokes and I would come undone.
"Come on Bella." Paul purred. "Come for me...let me feel you tighten around my dick." He kissed me again, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth, before pulling away, biting on my bottom lip.
My free hand, wrapped around his neck as I teased myself.
"Yeah, that's it Bella. I can feel you." He purred. "Feel how close you are, smell how much you need this. Come on baby." He said licking my neck. "Cum for me."
His thrusts were deep, hard. Hitting the right spot as I came, hard. Back arching as my hips pushed down onto his, rocking against him. I could feel myself clench around his hard length.
"Holy shit." He moaned out before biting into my shoulder, his teeth gently as he held me in place, hips jerking with his final thrusts as he came moaning against my skin. Paul panted, as he slowly, carefully placed my feet back onto the cold ceramic floor, my legs slightly numb from being held up.
"You good?" He asked holding me carefully, when I wobbled.
"Yeah." I laughed, fingers wrapped around his forearm as I steadied myself.
"Good, come here." He reached for me, wrapping an arm around my bare shoulders as he pulled the shower head loose, spraying between my legs carefully, washing away his seed. He released me carefully before washing himself down. Paul turned off the shower, stepping outside of the curtain, returning quickly with towels for us both. He wrapped me tight, rubbing his hands up and down my body, drying my wet skin.
"Come on, I'll find you something to wear." I followed him to the bedroom, Paul's hand never leaving mine, as he found me an old pair of basket ball shorts with a pull string and a t-shirt. Paul slipped into a pair of soft worn, pyjama bottoms.
He wrapped himself around me once I was change, brushing aside my wet hair so he could kiss my neck.
"I love seeing you in my clothes. It makes my wolf purr in excitement."
I laughed. "No more excitement for you yet mister, I'm starving."
Paul pouted, just as the timer of the cooker went off.
"Foods ready." I sang, smiling brightly, moving towards the kitchen. Paul didn't argue, just kissed me quickly as he pulled me towards the kitchen and the awaiting food.
We moved around the kitchen. Paul setting the table, as I quickly made the salad. Paul pulled the lasagne out of the oven, setting it on the table next to Emily's folder. The contents spread across the small space as I skimmed her proposals.
Just as Paul sat down, there was a knock at the back-door.
I looked at Paul.
"You have to be fucking kidding me." He moaned standing. "I swear to god if this is one of the pack I'm going to kick their ass!" He said opening the door.
"Nope, not one of the pack." Charlie replied.
"Hey dad." I called standing.
"Bells." He stepped inside, eyes scanning the table of food. "Sorry kiddo, didn't mean to disturb your dinner. I can come back later."
"No, don't be silly. Do you want to join us?" I asked, eyes sliding to Paul who smiled at me, turning to grab and extra plate."
"Well, if it's no trouble."
"Of course not." Paul handed me the plate as I began to serve up the food, passing everyone their share. I watched Charlie's eyes flick to the folder, before he pulled Paul into a conversation of something or another. I gathered the papers, setting then aside. That was a conversation for another time.
"So dad. What brings you here?" I asked, pushing my empty plate away. Paul looked smug at the food I ate, knowing exactly how, I had worked up an appetite.
Charlie sipped at his water before answering. "The full moon is in two days Bella. Don't you think we should be discussing the ritual you and Paul have to go through?"
Paul tensed at the mention of the upcoming full moon. "There's nothing to talk about. We have to go through with it."
"There has to be a way, something else you could do instead."
I shook me head. "No."
"Bella..." Charlie began.
"Dad please listen. There isn't if there was, don't you think we would do it? Do you think I want to watch as Paul gets hurt. Watch as each member of the pack strike him."
"But the council..."
"If it was up to them, well old Quil. Then Paul would be banished. This is the only way he can stay here, on the Rez with the pack. If it was up to old Quil. Paul would have had to decide between the pack and me, and do you know who he would have chosen dad? Me. He would have lost everything, his pack, his friends. His home, because he loves me." I swallowed thickly. Fighting the tears that threatened to spill. Paul covered my hand with his. Firm, secure, safe.
Charlie looked between us, taking in Paul's tense posture and my clenched fists.
"I didn't know. Billy didn't say."
"Billy shouldn't have said anything." I replied.
"It doesn't matter now Bella." Paul added. "I'm glad he knows."
I sighed. Shoulders visibly sagging. As I nodded. "Yeah, me too. I'm glad you know about the pack dad. I hated keeping it from you."
"Well I'm still getting used to the idea, that you boys and Leah." He added. "Turn into giant wolves. But I suppose it could be worse."
I laughed at this. Earning a small smile from Paul, who gave my hand another squeeze as he stood, clearing the table.
I turned back towards Charlie, who was frowning down at the folder. I rolled my eyes.
"It's nothing bad, dad. Just an idea Emily came up with."
"What kind of idea?" He asked leaning back on the chair.
My eyes flicked to Paul who just shrugged.
"About opening a diner." I replied, watching his eyes widen slightly.
"Well, then. Why don't you tell me all about it."
I smiled brightly, reaching for the folder, spreading the papers across the table.
Paul sent me a small smile, before turning back to wash the dishes. All the tension finally slipping from his as he listened to me explain Emily's business idea.