chapter 37

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer - this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

Thanks to BanSidhe [ruadh sidhe] and Feebes86 for betaing and pre-reading.

After discussion with her doctor, Bella decided to use a progesterone IUD. It was as effective as the pill but she didn't need to remember to take it every day at about the same time. She had to go without sex for 48 hours after it was put in. It was a little expensive but would last for more than five years maybe up to ten and, as an extra bonus, after a little while she might not get any periods too.

Leah was half pleased because it didn't affect her scent as much. The wolves could tell who took medication or drugs just from their body odor. She was also half displeased because it meant that Bella was going to be having sex with Paul. And she'd smell like him; as if she didn't enough already. Now, Paul would be happily leaving his jizz all up inside Bella, too. She felt a small amount annoyed that the special thing she and Paul had together was now shared with Bella as well.

And then, she got more annoyed with herself for thinking like that. That must be the thoughts of her stupid wolf who clearly wanted Paul all to herself. Tough break, bitch. You have to share him with Bella.

Yeah. And you have to share Bella with him.

Fuck!

They settled into a routine. Because Paul didn't live with them, as he had promised, sex needed to be almost scheduled for the three of them to be involved. Paul and Leah could have a quickie in the forest. Bella and Leah could do it anytime, as they slept together and if Bella wanted to see Paul she had to go to his house or ask him over to theirs. Paul did come over frequently and Bella loved feeding him and having him around. It pleased her to see the three of them eat together. If the three of them did have sex in the girls' bed, Paul didn't sleep the night. He was careful to leave after-wards.

One day when Paul was over, he asked the girls where they wanted their fire-pit. Bella got quite interested in whether it would have a spit roast or flat grill plate. She and Paul, as the two cooks, discussed it all and checked with Leah what she wanted. It would take a little while to build. Paul said he could get some reject or previously used bricks from the building sites.

"Hey, you could hold pack functions, here," Paul suggested. "We haven't had one for ages."

"No," said Bella, "Emily's baby is due any day now."

"She might prefer to hold them back at her place, once the baby arrives. Easier to let it sleep in its own bed," suggested Leah.

Bella felt guilty about not helping Emily the way she used to. "You should go see her," she said to Leah.

Her eyes narrowed. "Why?"

Paul watched them carefully.

"She's your cousin."

"So?"

"Leah," Bella chided.

"We are not having this discussion." She stomped off inside.

Bella sighed and Paul patted her on the arm. "She'll get there."

"She misses her. I know she does."

Sam was really worried about the pack. It seemed to be disjointed and fractured. He didn't know what was wrong. He was talking to Emily about it when she gave him one of her 'duh' looks.

"What?" he asked.

"Sam it's really obvious. Imagine they were a football team. They have trained all year, beaten all their opponents and now?" she prompted.

"Oh, they have no one to play against."

"Exactly. So the team is falling apart."

"No enemies. They're bored."

"Maybe."

"I don't want to encourage vampires to visit, to give them something to hunt. Hang out a ' La Push welcomes vampires' sign."

"No, of course not. But maybe they need to do more pack things? Train, fight, play football against each other or something that allows them to be active."

"Have races against each other. First to the top of Mount Ranier."

Emily chuckled. "Without blowing the pack secret."

Sam looked as his imprint. Emily looked about to burst. She was due any day now. "You haven't been cooking for the pack since you can barely cook for the two of us, so the usual frequent pack barbecues have fallen off, too." And Bella had been helping her, but she had disappeared. Probably had less time on her hands with two lovers.

"I can't do it… obviously," Emily said, "but someone else might be able to."

"Should I ask Bella?" Sam checked.

"Who else can cook? Kim wouldn't handle it, and there aren't any other imprints. Jake and Embry have girlfriends but they don't know about the pack, yet." She shifted in her chair as she tried to get comfortable. "Paul can cook, too. There you go," she said, "Paul and Bella can do it."

Sam had asked Paul to train the new wolves and they both pretty much deferred to him and Leah now. Almost more than they did to him. He remembered his thought about Leah being an alpha female and he wondered if that had anything to do with the detachment of the pack. But right now, he had heard about Leah breaking Brady's arm and he needed to talk to her about that. It seemed over the top, even for Leah.

He asked her to meet him.

"You broke Brady's arm?" No point in beating around the bush with Leah.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"He asked me when it was his turn."

"Turn?" Sam asked.

"To be with the pack female."

"In what sense?" Sam asked, with fading hope that it wasn't the offensive kind.

"To fuck him."

Sam put his hand over his eyes. "He said that?"

"More or less. I was furious. It was rude and disrespectful."

"I agree."

"He thought that if I used to fuck you and now I fuck Paul, then at some point it must be his turn."

"He's fourteen."

"Brain of a fourteen year old with the body of twenty five year old. And a head full of Jared and you and Embry and …" she paused, "others fucking."

She didn't say Paul, Sam noticed.

"Shit." Sam sighed. "I am sorry he said that to you. That was seriously out of line." He was horrified that Brady had said it to any woman, let alone Leah. Leah was still angry about it; he could tell.

"I'm the pack female. The ONLY female. They ought to fucking kiss my feet."

"I'd kiss your feet," Paul said.

"Shut up, Paul," said Leah.

"Why are you here?" asked Sam.

"He can be wherever he wants to be," Leah defended him and then looked annoyed that she had.

Paul gave Sam a 'so there' look.

Sam rolled his eyes. He pointed at Leah. "Don't break any more arms."

She got a sly look on her face.

"Or legs," Sam added, "or any other limbs. And definitely no damage to dicks."

Now it was Leah who rolled her eyes.

"Are we clear?" Sam asked.

"We're clear."

Sam gave them both a final serious look and then strode away.

"You can damage my dick, Leah," Paul told her.

"Shut up or I will."

"Over fucking might do it."

She sighed.

He stroked her arm carefully. "We should go back to your place," he suggested quietly.

"Why?"

"Bella's forty eight hours are up. Aren't they?"

"She can fuck."

"Yep.

"You been counting the hours?"

"Yep."

"Typical."

"Did you want a quick tumble in the forest before we get home?" Paul asked her.

Leah noticed the 'home' - it wasn't his home. He had his own. She was certain he hadn't said that before. "No thanks."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

He grabbed her and spun her until her back hit a tree.

She growled at him.

He pressed his face in against her neck. The rest of his body followed, pressing along the line of hers. She relaxed a little and breathed into his body.

"Come on, Leah. Relax. Sam was just trying to be the alpha. You know it's a shitty job."

"Maybe, but I hate him sticking his nose in my business."

"Brady is pack business."

She sighed. "I know."

He let her go; stepping back from her.

When she moved away from him, he grabbed her at the neck. "You sure?"

She felt that spike of excitement that she got when he went dominant on her. But it also scared her a little. She feared the loss of control. Not here; not in the forest. "Bella," she said to remind him.

"Ooh, yeah," he said, momentarily distracted.

They raced each other back to the house. Leah won.

By then, she had loosened up, She was laughing as she pelted in the back door. Paul was close behind her and almost literally snapping at her heels.

Bella looked up from the book she was reading and blinked at them as if she was still caught in her fictional world. She was leaning on the arm of the sofa with her feet curled up underneath her.

"Hey, beautiful," Leah said to her.

"Well, hello, you two."

"Paul wants me to damage his dick," Leah said.

"Only through over-fucking," he clarified. He grinned at Bella.

Bella chuckled. "I suppose we could give it the good old college try."

"We can now, eh?" Paul dropped to his knees in front of her and put his head down right on top of the open page of her book.

"Are you a wolf or a cat?" she asked him.

"Stroke me, baby, and I'll purr," he crooned.

She chuckled, but she put her hand on his head and brushed her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes exactly like a cat would.

"You smell nice," he said.

"I was just in the bath and thus, the yoga pants."

"You do yoga?"

"No, just wear the pants."

"How was work?" he asked her.

"Mrs Newton was in a fit about the new labor laws."

Bella kept stroking his scalp; pressing down, tucking his hair behind his exposed ear. "How was your day?"

"Sam spent ages trying to convince the owner that she couldn't move the bathroom to the other side of the house without a huge increase in the cost of the job. It was not part of the quote we gave."

"The pipes are already laid."

"Yeah. See! You get that. She's a silly cow."

Leah thought they looked so cosy together. Domestic. That was how they looked.

Bella glanced up at her. "How was your day?"

Leah shrugged. "George is the same. Work was the same. Filled a few tanks. Washed a few windshields."

"Okay," said Bella. 'Is he asleep?' she mouthed at Leah. Paul's eyes were still closed.

Leah snorted. "He was counting the hours until he could tumble you into bed."

"Who said it was bed," Paul put in, "Might do it here on the floor."

"I'll bruise," Bella suggested.

"We'll put Leah on the bottom this time."

They both looked at Leah. She smiled.

Paul lifted his head, stripped his shirt off and lowered his head back down. Bella couldn't resist, she stroked her hand through his hair and down the muscles of his back. He did almost purr.

"Come on, Leah," he crooned.

She didn't answer him but just started stripping. Naked now, she stepped over towards them, leaned down, grabbed Bella under the chin and tilted Bella's face up to hers. Paul's hand stroked up the back of Leah's leg. He lifted his head and watched the girls kiss.

He rolled back onto his feet and rose from his crouching position to stand. When Leah straightened up again, Paul was waiting. He captured her lips with his. Bella watched them.

They turned their heads towards her and both looked down at her where she sat. It made her gasp a little. They reached for her at the same time; virtually lifting her off the couch to stand between them. They started undressing her between them.

"Are we really going to do it here?" she asked breathlessly, as their heated hands found their way under her clothes and her clothes found their way to the floor.

"Uh, huh," said Paul, kissing down her neck.

"Ah," she sighed. She loved when he kissed down her neck.

Leah's hands closed around her breasts. Bella leaned forward and kissed her. "Love you," she whispered to her.

Leah felt comforted by that. She didn't say it to Paul; she had never said it to Paul.

Paul didn't seem to care.

Bella felt amazing. Leah's hands on her breasts. She felt warm in body and spirit sandwiched between two superheated bodies. She reached for Leah's head, tangling her fingers in her hair, pulling her face towards her. Kissing her avidly.

Paul's hands stroked down her back, snagging her yoga pants. He pulled them down towards the floor and followed them down with a trail of kisses. He placed a kiss on the sensitive skin on the back of her knee. That made her shiver. Leah's tongue was in her mouth. Paul lifted her feet out of the pant legs and kissed his way back up. She could feel his nose as it tracked along her flesh. He nipped her butt cheek and she squeaked.

He must have slipped his own pants off, because as he returned to standing she could feel him pressing against her. He grabbed her hips and ground her ass cheeks against him. She moaned into Leah's mouth.

He nibbled along her shoulder and when he reached the end his face lifted. Leah's arm reached out and grabbed him. She hauled him over to her. The two of them kissed and mashed Bella between them. She wanted to hold them both. She had one arm around Leah's waist and the other reaching back for Paul. She stroked her hand down his lower back and across his ass. She tried to scratch him.

"Mark me," he said to her.

Leah pulled her head back suddenly.

"I didn't mean like that," Paul said. "Nails… you know, I like nails."

"Uh, huh."

Bella did not know what was going on or what marks they were talking about.

Paul's hands slid over her hips and down to the inside of her thighs and he just picked her up. Lifting her under her thighs and opening her out for Leah, who sank to her knees and buried her face between Bella's legs.

Bella grabbed at Paul's arms for stability but with her back held solidly against his chest she was not going to overbalance. The pressure of his fingers on her thighs felt like a brand. She would probably sport the bruises for days. She was immobilized; couldn't shift or even wriggle.

"Huh," said Paul, "She likes that." His face back in against her neck; his breath gusting across her flesh.

"Yes, she does," Leah agreed. "But put her down or she'll bruise."

Paul placed her back down on her feet, but her legs couldn't support her. She fell forwards onto her hands and knees. Leah scooted in under her as she fell.

"Good girl," Paul said. He dropped down behind her. His hand stroked through her folds. "So wet. I don't need to ask if you're ready."

She answered him anyway, "Please," she begged.

She felt the blunt head of his cock pushing at her opening. He made a couple of shoving pushes and then the head sank inside her.

"Oh, Christ," Paul groaned, "that feels good."

It did feel different. He felt hotter, too. "Hot," Bella muttered.

He grabbed her at her hips and shoved into her.

Bella was overwhelmed. Her hair tangled and fell across her face. Her mouth open and panting as she strained to breathe. Leah nibbled at her neck. Paul thrust into her. She was sweating and moaning between them as they took her right to the edge and threw her off it.

It was Leah's hand reaching down and stroking her as Paul fucked her that tipped her over. "L-Leah," she cried out. She could feel Leah's thighs pressing against her thighs, just under Paul's hands. Their breasts rubbing together. Her body shunted forward as Paul pushed her forward and into Leah in little rhythmic jolts. He grunted as he did it. It sounded animalistic and exciting to her. She was reminded of watching him and Leah go for it on the floor here.

But now they were both with her.

It was that thought that blew her mind.

Paul let out a growl as he filled her; his wolf loved looking down possessively on both women. Still buried inside Bella he managed to squeeze a hand between the girls. Leah moved her arm and let him in. He wanted to make sure that Leah was looked after as well. Bella lay panting and gasping on top of Leah's body as Paul stroked her to orgasm.

Bella kissed her as Leah orgasmed and they all fell into a sweaty heap of limbs on the floor.