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Warning: This is rated M for a reason! ;)
After everyone dispersed from surrounding Bella, it was time for dinner. As she sat around the table with the rest of her packmates, she suddenly realized just how much the pack ate in one sitting. I'll have to bring some groceries over next time, she thought, not wanting the responsibility to fall entirely on Sam and Emily.
Paul was sitting next to her, his chair almost close enough to where if Bella were to move her leg, it would brush against his. She tried to not let the heat of his body distract her, instead choosing to bask in the warmth for a moment before tuning into the conversations in front of her. If there was one thing the pack was great at, it was being loud.
"No way in hell is the Rabbit faster than my bike!" Quil cried in response to a jab from Jacob, making Bella snicker.
"Quil, when was the last time that thing actually made it down the road without the transmission giving out?" Embry shot back, laughing when he saw his friend bristle.
"She's sensitive, okay!"
"I don't think she's the sensitive one," Paul chimed in, his laughter bubbling in his chest as he watched Quil flail for a response. All Bella could do was stare at him with a smile on her face, seemingly in shock at the vision Paul made.
When he smiled, his entire face changed. He lit up, his dark eyes squinted and shining with mirth, his perfect smile putting his white teeth on display. Paul's entire demeanor changed, his shoulders relaxing and his scent shifting, somehow smelling lighter and happier than it normally did. She noticed that his knee was inching toward hers, and somehow she knew it was an unconscious movement. When he was happy, he gravitated toward her. The thought brought something close to butterflies to her stomach.
Soon after, everyone began to clean up their respective messes before heading out for the night, whether that be to their homes or to patrol. Bella knew she had to patrol around 10 tonight, but it was barely past 7 at this point. After catching Paul staring at her throughout the night, and how he had comforted her after her story, Bella didn't want to leave things where they were. She knew she had to talk to Paul without it ending in a fight.
Seeing him head towards the door, Bella quickly said goodbye to the rest of the pack (stopping to give a hug and thank you to Sam and Emily, and trying not to blush when Emily told her to give Paul a chance) before following her imprint outside. He had just made it down the porch steps when Bella walked out, "Paul?"
It looked as if he had been electrocuted just from her calling his name, and Bella had a distinct feeling it wasn't because he was still angry. He turned around slowly, catching her gaze from over his shoulder before facing her completely. When their eyes met, Bella felt the pull of the imprint reaching between them and tugging, trying to force them closer. She didn't resist, instead choosing to walk down the steps so she was only a few feet from him. "Yeah?"
She searched his eyes, looking for the anger and frustration she had become accustomed to seeing. She found nothing, unable to read his expression with the carefully placed mask on his face. Part of Bella would have rather seen anger than the controlled look in his eyes. She realized that she was the one who had made him so guarded, especially after she had sent him away the previous night. She knew she deserved the cold expression, but God did she hate it. "Can we talk?"
He didn't answer right away, instead searching her face for something. She didn't bother trying to control her expression; she wanted him to see the sincerity in her eyes. After a moment he apparently found what he was looking for, and nodded. "My place?"
She nodded in return, walking forward so she was next to him as they made their way to his home. The walk to Paul's was spent in silence, though it was not uncomfortable. It felt nice to be near her imprint, the pain that she had become accustomed to the past few days disappearing in place of a feeling of contentment that hummed through their bond. The she-wolf was half-tempted to tug on the bond, just to see what would happen, but decided against it at the moment. She was willing to let curiosity go for the sake of peace.
During the walk, which only took about ten minutes in total, Paul stole glances at her from the corner of his eye, thinking that she couldn't see. She smirked internally, knowing that he was feeling the effects of the imprint bond as well, causing his cold demeanor to loosen slightly. However, she made sure to keep at least a foot between them as they walked, not knowing if another brush of skin would cause her to go up in flames like last night. As amazing as it had felt, she couldn't give into Paul like that again until they talked about, well, everything.
When they reached his house, Bella was pleasantly surprised to find a small home not dissimilar to Sam and Emily's. It was a quaint, but clean home with white siding and a dark roof. His home was also on the edge of the woods, and even in the near darkness, Bella could make out the lush trees behind the house. She followed Paul inside, for some reason feeling a fluttering in her stomach as she walked through the front door. She was nervous. For the conversation they were about to have, or something else she couldn't quite tell.
Bella had no disillusions about Paul's past; she knew that he had been labeled as the local womanizer long before shifting. The thought that he most likely had brought many women through this exact same door made Bella's gut clench tight in jealousy. She shook her head, deciding that now was not the time to be irrationally jealous.
Taking in the house as she walked in, Bella was once again surprised. The house was spotless, almost to the point where it felt cold. There was furniture, obviously, but there were little to no personal touches in the living room or kitchen. If it weren't for the small number of dishes in the sink, or a random shirt tossed over a chair, Bella would've thought it to be unlived in.
Paul dragged her from her thoughts as he headed into the kitchen, motioning for Bella to take a seat at the table. "Coffee?"
She nodded, just the thought of coffee making her realize how tired she was. She barely got three hours of sleep for the past few nights, and the young woman knew it was bound to catch up to her sooner or later. I'll take later, that's what caffeine is for.
She watched him as he went about making the coffee, his giant form making the kitchen seem even smaller than it already was. Bella couldn't help but to stare at his back as he moved, watching the strong muscles ripple below the dark shirt he was wearing. Part of her realized that this was the first time she had seen the man with a shirt on. Before she could continue her searching gaze, Paul turned to bring two steaming cups to the table, causing Bella to blush and look away. The slight smirk on his face told her he had caught her staring. Dammit.
They sat in silence for a moment, both drinking their coffee before Bella mustered up the courage to speak. She set her cup down, biting her lip as she stared into the dark liquid. "I didn't mean what I said last night."
Paul stared at her for a second, his eyes guarded before he sighed, running a hand through his inky locks. "I can't say I blame you for what you said. I haven't exactly made things easy for you."
Bella didn't respond right away, trying to gather her thoughts before she spoke. She wanted to know he had hated her so much before the imprint, why he had said those things to her on Sunday. She didn't think she could move forward until she knew. "Why did you say those things to me on Sunday? I mean, we barely knew each other Paul… I know I hit you when Jake first phased, but that was months ago…"
Paul sighed again, sounding very reluctant to respond to her. She watched him as he rubbed his jaw, avoiding her gaze. She was trying to be patient, but it seemed whenever he was involved that virtue went right out the window. Just as Bella began to feel the first wisps of frustration, he finally spoke, "If I'm being completely honest, I have no idea why I said those things."
Bella narrowed her eyes at him, opening her mouth to respond when he cut her off, "I don't trust very easily, Bella. And after everything that had happened, I sure as hell didn't trust you. Especially since you didn't bother to come around and explain things to the pack. Everyone else was just fine with giving you time, but I wasn't. And then I saw you there, cooking with Em, acting like nothing had ever happened, and I was so angry."
Paul paused for a moment, looking down at his arms resting on the table before looking up at her. His eyes held hers in a piercing gaze, and Bella was unable to look away as he continued. "I was convinced that the Cullen's were going to come back, or that they were already on their way. I thought you were coming back to tell us how you were going to choose them, that you had changed your mind."
"Paul…" Bella started, feeling as if she had to reassure him. The young woman knew she had already explained herself, proven herself, but seeing the look in his eyes made her want to do it all over again. He looked defeated.
"I knew if those bloodsuckers came back, more kids on the Rez would phase. I think that's what made me the angriest, thinking that you would choose someone who was already dead over the lives of innocent people."
"I would never do that," She whispered, feeling her throat close up at the thought. Did he really think so little of me?
"I know that now, Bella. But I didn't know that on Sunday." Paul stated, breaking their eye contact to look past her. "Truth be told, I was scared shitless. The pack is the only family I have, and even though I love them I fucking hate what we've all had to go through to get here. I mean, Jesus Christ, Embry's mom still doesn't know about the pack; she thinks her son is in some dangerous gang that runs around the Rez all hours of the night. Leah and Seth lost Harry, and now Leah has to listen to the thoughts of her ex-fiance every day. Sam is still fucked up from what he did to Em, and it's all just one big fucking mess. And I believed you were going to let more people end up the same way just so you could be with that leech family, even if the one you loved was gone."
Bella didn't know what to say, her words trapped in her throat as she stared at him. A sudden thought popped into her head, "Didn't you see Jake's memories from that night? I mean, part of the reason I avoided the pack was because I figured you guys already knew. That it didn't matter if I came around or not."
Paul suddenly barked a laugh, shocking Bella, "Mini-Alpha has better control over his memories than all of us, almost as good as Sam. We didn't know jack shit besides the fact that you didn't go to Italy to save the leech. He didn't think it was his story to tell."
At that moment Bella remembered why Jacob was her best friend. She knew he was trying to save her from more hurt, from more questions from the pack. However, his silence inadvertently ended up doing just that. She was thankful for the effort either way. Bella only nodded at what Paul had said, getting lost in her thoughts.
She couldn't blame Paul for how he had felt. She knew the pack protected one another fiercely, had felt the same protectiveness wash over her earlier that evening. Before her shift, the woman would never have been able to truly understand how deeply the pack bond ran; she had always compared it to a close group of friends in high school instead of the soul-encompassing bond it was. Bella realized then that the bond between packmates wasn't unlike the bond of imprints; however, the imprint bond obviously had other side effects that the pack bond did not. The pack's bond was born out of loyalty and trust, whereas the imprint came from otherworldly devotion and all-encompassing heat. Like yin and yang, both bonds had key roles to play in a wolf's life.
Paul cleared his throat, making Bella snap out of her thoughts to look up at him. She stared into his eyes, unable to decipher the emotions playing behind them. So instead, she looked to their bond, looking without touching as she saw his feelings feed into the link that bound them. He was nervous, hesitant; whatever he was about to say wasn't easy for him. She made sure to keep her eyes locked on his own, trying to push comfort toward him through the bond. From the way his shoulders sagged, she guessed it had worked.
"I'm sorry, Bella," Paul said, sincerity shining in his eyes after he spoke the words. Bella's eyes widened in shock, Paul Lahote did not apologize. "I'm sorry for what I said on Sunday, and for how I've treated you since then. I know I'm the reason you've been so resistant to the imprint. I mean, hell, I've been pretty damn resistant myself. But I don't want to fight this anymore, Bella."
"I don't want to fight it either, Paul," Bella replied, a feeling close to happiness welling up in her chest. Her heart bloomed with warmth, and she instantly knew that it was the acceptance of their imprint that caused it.
Paul leaned forward on his elbows, causing the rest of his body to shift as well. The slight shift caused their knees to touch, making Bella gasp. It wasn't the all-consuming fire she had felt before; this time it was a slow burn, warmth radiating from their contact to the rest of her body, filling her with a pleasant hum. It wasn't pleasure, it wasn't lust; it was happiness.
"And I'm sorry, too," She continued, leaning forward herself to brush her knee more against his, their bond thrumming with the contentment they both felt. It felt so good to just feel again; after the months of numbness, then weeks of soul-rotting agony after Edward's death, it felt like a breath of fresh air to have an emotion run through her that didn't hurt. "I know we've both said our fair share of hurtful things. Can we call a truce?"
Paul laughed, this time the sound flowing freely from his chest instead of the harsh bark from earlier. It was beautiful; the sound husky and deep and completely Paul. His head tilted back when he laughed, inadvertently exposing his neck to her. She suddenly had the strong urge to bite, to mark; the exposed flesh sang to her wolf in a way that she was hardly prepared for. Bella was entranced, suddenly desperate to hear the sound escape from his lips again. When he spoke, she forced herself to tear her eyes away from the tantalizing spot on his neck to look in his eyes. "Yeah, we can call it a truce."
Bella smiled, staring into his eyes so that she wouldn't be tempted by his skin again. Internally she was trying not to panic, not realizing that the urge to mark would be quite that strong. She knew Paul had experienced the feeling, she wasn't sure why she had thought she would be exempt from the temptation.
The she-wolf quickly noticed that both of their cups were empty, and offered to wash the dishes. Paul tried to refuse, but with one raised eyebrow from Bella, he conceded, choosing instead to stand with her to help dry.
She turned the water as hot as it would go, frowning when she realized it barely felt hot to her. The young woman decided to wash the rest of the dishes in the sink as well, scrubbing each plate and bowl before she placed them on the drying rack. While there weren't many dishes, she quickly zoned out, her mind drifting to what it might feel like to have Paul's skin on her mouth. She didn't know what it was about seeing him laugh that made her want him so much; she had felt this way when she first imprinted on him, seeing him shirtless and standing tall above her. She had felt this way when they had kissed, his touch lighting up her skin as he took control of her mouth. But a laugh? That's all it took now?
She was suddenly drawn from her increasingly heated thoughts when she felt Paul move, coming to stand behind her instead of next to her drying the dishes. Her breath caught in her throat when his broad body leaned over her, placing his large hands at both sides of her body on the edge of the sink. She could feel his body heat radiating around her, warming her skin and giving her goosebumps all at once. She was very tempted to step back into his warmth when he made the decision for her, taking the small space between them and turning it into nothing.
Bella bit back a moan as she felt his body line up perfectly against her own, every one of her soft curves and lean muscles molding to the hard planes of his torso. The soul-burning fire from the night before was back, flaring out from where her back and his chest made contact. Every part of her body clenched, and it was from everything but being nervous.
He didn't say anything as his head moved down towards where her shoulder and neck met, his warm breath ghosting along her skin as she began to shake. Her body began to throb, desperately reaching for something that she had no idea how to identify. All Bella knew was that she wanted; she wanted Paul to do something, anything other than keeping his lips from her skin.
"P-Paul-" Her voice trembled, sounding as desperate as she felt in that moment. She instinctively leaned her head back, resting on his shoulder as she bared her neck to him. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but she could swear her neck was throbbing right where Paul's lips were millimeters from touching.
His chest rumbled, a growl tearing through his throat as he tightened his grip on the counter. She heard the countertop begin to crack under the pressure, and automatically her hands flew to rest on top of his own. The touch made Bella want to cry, the aching feeling inside of her growing at an immense speed. She gripped onto his hands, her shaking fingers sliding in between his to hold onto him.
"I don't know what you've been thinking about," He growled, his breath coming out in hot puffs of air as he struggled for control behind her. She wanted to push back against him, beg him to do something other than just standing there. She didn't even know what she wanted to beg for, only that she wanted it from him. "But whatever it is, I can feel and smell what it's doing to you."
She froze, realizing that he smelled her arousal when she was thinking about that spot on his neck. Bella flushed, part of her embarrassed to be caught red-handed. Another part of her was thrumming at the thought that she was the reason he was acting this way. Focusing for a moment, she realized she could smell his arousal as well, turning his scent dark and husky with want. She impacted him just as much as he did her.
"Wanna share?" He asked, his voice low and rough with desire. Bella drew in a shuddering breath at his words, knowing she wasn't in any condition to speak right now. She closed her eyes as the feelings he was creating within her became too much, the vibration from his constant growl spreading throughout her body in a way she didn't know was possible. She clenched her thighs, trying to relieve a pressure she had never felt before. Just as Bella was about to open her mouth to beg Paul to do something, he spoke again, chuckling huskily, "Alright, I'll just have to convince you otherwise then."
Then his lips were on her neck, kissing and licking as he made his way up her to a spot behind her ear that made her see stars. Everywhere his lips dragged fire followed, threatening to consume her. Her hand flew up to his head, reaching around to grasp the back of his neck in order to pull him closer. In response, his own hand moved from the crumbling countertop to her hip, where he used the leverage to pull her back into him.
She could feel him, hard and throbbing against her back through their clothing, making her core clench. Bella pushed back against him, trying to move away from the counter so she could turn around. She needed more.
Paul quickly realized what she was trying to do, grabbing both of her hips and turning her towards him. She gasped at the look in his eyes, feral and wanting as pools of melted gold stared back at her. Bella barely had a chance to blink before Paul lifted her by the hips, placing her on the edge of the counter. She automatically let her legs spread apart, making room for Paul to press closely into her. She whimpered at the contact, wrapping her legs around his hips so that his hard member was pressed right against her aching core.
He growled again, pulling her into him by her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. Her hands flew up to his hair, running her fingers through the short silky strands before settling at the nape of his neck. Now that she was on the countertop, she was nearly at eye-level with him. There was a moment where they both paused, gazing into one another's eyes as they processed the feelings running through them.
This time, it was Bella who moved forward, crashing her lips against Paul's in a passionate kiss. She tilted her head, wanting better access to his mouth as she opened her lips, tracing a teasing tongue along his soft bottom lip. He groaned into her mouth, his hands tightening on her hips in a bruising grip as his tongue danced with hers, taking control of the kiss.
Bella wasn't sure what made her do it, but she instinctively bit down on his bottom lip, wanting to feel the soft flesh between her teeth. Paul snarled in pleasure as she let go, swiping her tongue along his lip to soothe the ache.
"Fuck, Bella," He ground out, his hands moving upwards from her curves, running along the sides of her ribs before reaching the soft curve of her breasts. Bella moaned into their kiss, pushing her chest forward, encouraging him to touch her.
His thumb brushed across one of her nipples through her bra, causing Bella to gasp as pleasure shot straight to her core. She ground her hips against Paul in response, searching to relieve the throbbing ache between her legs. "Please, Paul."
"You want me to touch you?" He whispered against her mouth, the words sounding sinful as they escaped his lips.
She moaned again, arching into his hands as they rested just under her breasts. "Yes, yes, please-"
Her voice was cut off as he moved from her lips back down to her neck, dragging his teeth along the spot that made her whole body shake with need. "Where?"
Bella wasn't capable of responding, her words stolen from her as he brushed both thumbs against her nipples again, making her bite her lip from whimpering. He paused, "Here?"
As amazing as it felt to have his hands on her breasts, she needed more. The ache between her legs was only increasing with the feeling of him pressed hard against her, driving her mad with a need that she didn't know how to fix. She felt him smirk against her neck as she trembled, "Or lower?"
Bella nodded, barely able to think as his hands drifted down her sides to her navel. His thumbs traced along the line of her jeans, making her core clench tightly in anticipation. "P-Paul-"
"Lower?" He whispered against her neck, now gently kissing the place where her neck and shoulder met. One of his hands rested on her hip again, his long fingers reaching under her shirt to touch her skin. The thumb of his other hand moved under her shirt, barely brushing the skin right at the top of her jeans.
"Yes," She was practically begging, opening her eyes and tugging on the short hair at the nape of his neck. He pulled back, searching her eyes for any sort of hesitation or uncertainty. When he found her golden eyes only contained passion and want, he brought his lips back to hers in a soft kiss.
Their lips moved slowly against one another, tongues brushing against one another in a passionate kiss that made Bella burn. She felt Paul unbuttoning her jeans as he kissed her, lowering her zipper slowly, giving her time to pull away. She didn't.
Instead, she wrapped her arms tighter around him, kissing him more deeply as she conveyed her desire through her lips. Paul moaned softly into her mouth as his other hand crept up from its place on her hip, moving under her shirt to gently grasp her breast through her bra. Before she could break their kiss to beg for more, his hand at her jeans moved, slowly reaching to touch the front of her underwear that was exposed.
His hand traveled down further, reaching the place where she needed him so badly. He groaned when he felt how wet she was, her panties completely soaked through with her desire for him. He slowly ran a finger through her slit, the touch causing Bella to break their kiss and moan even through her underwear. His finger quickly found the spot that made fireworks flash behind her eyelids, rubbing around her clit in slow circles.
Bella was grasping at Paul, her hands pulling and tugging as pleasure ran through her. The clenching of her core was only getting worse, the touch of his fingers only teasing. She tried to grind her hips into his hand, trying to relieve the ache that only he could fix.
Instead, he pulled his hand away, making Bella whimper at the loss. He quickly returned, this time his hand sliding down into her underwear to touch her skin. Bella moaned as he once again rubbed against her clit, the pleasure increasing tenfold now that the barrier of her underwear was gone. As he pleasured her, his other hand moved from her breast to her back, deftly undoing the snap of her bra so that he could reach under it to touch her skin.
Her head fell back from the combined touch on her breast and clit, panting as Paul moved to her neck to kiss and bite at her once more. She felt something building inside of her, the pleasure that was once coursing through her body now focused directly on the space between her legs. She opened her legs wider, trying to give him more room to touch her.
Her muscles quivered as his hand suddenly moved lower, gently rubbing her entrance before slowly pushing a long finger inside of her. Bella gasped at the intrusion, the sensation foreign to her untouched body. The feeling quickly turned pleasurable as Paul curled his finger inside of her, brushing against a spot that made her walls quiver around him.
"Oh God, Paul," She moaned, unable to keep the sounds of her pleasure from escaping her lips. The feeling of something building inside of her grew stronger as he continued, soon adding another finger to join the first. His fingers moved in a continuous 'come hither' motion, his thumb and forefinger on his other hand now gently pinching her nipple. Her hips began to move in time with his movements as she hurtled toward an unknown edge, desperately grasping at his shoulders for some sort of grounding.
He pulled away from her neck, kissing at her jaw and cheek until she opened her eyes to look at him. The look in his eyes was nearly her undoing, the raw hunger in his gaze making her moan. She was close, so close, her core tightening and quivering around his fingers; she just needed something-
"Let go, baby," He whispered, his voice deep and rumbling. As he said the words, his thumb moved to rub against her clit again, moving in sync with his fingers inside of her.
She couldn't do anything other than obey.
"Paul!" She cried, falling over the edge as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. Pleasure soared throughout her entire body, making her tremble and cry out. She clung to his shoulders, panting as her legs shook around him. Her walls clamped down fiercely onto his still moving fingers, causing Paul to moan in unison with her. Her hips continued thrusting against his hand as she rode out her orgasm, the waves slowly ebbing until she was left shaking in the aftermath.
Paul slowed his fingers, only stopping when Bella jolted from the sensitivity of her now swollen clit. He kissed her jaw in an almost loving manner as he gently removed his fingers from inside her. As his hand trailed back up from her soaked panties, his finger brushed against her clit one last time, making her breath hitch in her throat.
She didn't know what to say to him as he moved his head away from her neck, her eyes wide and mouth parted in complete bliss. Paul's eyes met her own, slowly fading from bright amber back to dark orbs. He didn't say anything either, just looking at her, her face and body completely vulnerable to his penetrating gaze. After a moment of his eyes roaming her body, he pulled her closer to him so that their chests were touching, his arms wrapping around her hips in a warm embrace. Their eyes met again, and Paul's chest rumbled as he spoke, "You're so fucking beautiful."
Bella blushed at the compliment, knowing that she probably looked completely and utterly wrecked. Part of her preened at the idea of Paul being the only one to ever see her this way. She looked down in partial embarrassment, intending to rest her head on his shoulder when she saw it.
Paul was still hard, his erection causing his jeans to stretch in a way that looked painful. Bella quickly looked back up at him before she made her decision. She wanted him to feel as good as she had felt moments before. She wanted him to be the one to fall apart under her touch this time. However, as she brought her hand down from his shoulder to touch him, his hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She looked back up at him in confusion, the feeling of rejection beginning to unfurl in her stomach. Does he not want me to touch him? Is it because I'm a virgin-
Before her uncertain thoughts could go any further, he spoke. "Not this time, sweetheart. This one was about you, and you only."
Bella's brows furrowed, "But don't you want-"
"Of course I want you," He whispered, reaching down to quickly press his lips against her own. She shivered at the contact; it almost felt more intimate than what he had just done before. "But seeing you come apart like that was more than enough for me. I wanted to make you feel good."
"I want to make you feel good too," She replied, sounding way too close to pouting for her liking. What the hell is this man doing to me?
"You will baby," He grinned, kissing her lips one more time before grabbing her hips and bringing her back down to the floor. If he hadn't been holding onto her she would've fallen, her legs still weak from her release. "Just not tonight."
She grumbled against him -definitely not pouting- as he buttoned her jeans, her hands holding onto his large biceps. Looking up at him, she couldn't help but smile at the tender look in his eyes as he held her, his embrace warm and comforting across her skin. Reaching up onto her tiptoes, she kissed his jaw before pushing her feelings of happiness into the bond, wanting Paul to know how she felt.
He smiled back at her, his own contentment reaching across the bond to touch her. It felt warm, safe, and like home. She was quickly beginning to realize that being imprinted to Paul may be exactly what she needed after all.
They separated, and Bella immediately missed the warmth his body provided. While she now ran at an average of 108 degrees, Paul's heat wasn't something that was entirely physical. His presence alone was what warmed her, not simply his skin.
Glancing at the clock on the stove, Bella realized she needed to leave to start patrol. As Paul walked her to the door, she already began to dread the ache she would feel once she left. She kissed him goodbye, their lips moving slowly and softly against one another in an addicting dance. The she-wolf pulled away first, smiling up at her imprint.
"I'll see you later?" She worded it as a question, not wanting to give away how much she already craved to be near him again.
Paul smiled down at her, his eyes shining, "Of course."
With that, Bella walked down the steps of his front porch, glancing behind her one last time to catch Paul's eyes before walking into the dark forest.
Okay not gonna lie, I definitely did not plan on writing a whole ass smut scene when I sat down to write this chapter. But once I started, I realized there was no way in hell I was gonna have them stop!
So yeah, hope ya'll enjoyed ;) What do you guys think of their relationship now? Do you think Bella forgave him too fast? Do you think Paul did? Let me know in the comments! See you guys later this week!
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