Paul POV
I buried my face into Emmet's chest. Had I done so any harder and I probably would've broken my nose.
My legs intertwined with his as he reached over me and pulled my blanket over us.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
"More than you can imagine," I breathed.
His right arm wrapped around my torso and his left played with my hair.
These past couple of weeks had been more than I could wish for. We made it a habit to spend every day together and he spoiled me by letting me wake up in his arms each morning. Every night, he offered to spend the night and every time, without fail, I said yes. I was starting to believe he was the one who needed it more, but it wasn't something I was going to hold against him.
I rubbed his leg with mine and pulled into him and he responded by nestling his face into my hair.
"It's never enough," he whispered.
"What isn't?" I wiggled my head in his face.
"I could be right next to you, like right now, and I still have to do a double-take," he smiled. "I could never get used to you."
My breathing quivered. I raised my head and looked at him in awe - each word I heard escape his lips was a gift. I could never get used to him either. Naturally, I broke eye contact and gazed at his mouth.
Up until now, we had yet to share a kiss. Emmett was wary despite seeing how much I wanted it – I could tell he was scared of hurting me. However, this time, for whatever reason, was proving to be different. He was slowly closing the distance between us.
His cool lips hugged and met mine several times. The sounds our lips made together fueled the depth of my pecks and turned them into hungry kisses. His sweet flavor danced in my mouth as our lips parted and reinvigorated when they met again.
Our positions changed. He sat upright and I sat on him, my pounding chest pressed against his. I wanted him to feel every beat and understand how much I enjoyed his touch. His low moans were his way of letting me know he was enjoying this too.
My hands found their way to his dark hair and his to my back. Just as I was pulling him in for another kiss, Emmett put his thumb on my lips and spoke, "Just wait a little."
I pressured, "What's wrong?"
"You're hurt," he frowned.
A soreness on my lips echoed but was drowned out by his taste.
"It's just a little bruising."
"I'm just being careful," he caressed my temple.
"Careful huh? So, it's not a problem if I do this?" I pushed him on his back and tickled his neck with small bites.
His dimples broke through and decorated his stifled laugh.
"Stop, you're going to wake your dad."
As much as I enjoyed seeing his smile, I knew he was right.
From the first time he slept over, the night of our first date, I've helped him sneak into my room through the window. At first, we tried to hide from the pack, but they immediately caught on. "Guess we can make an exception," Sam choked as he laughed at the thought of me and Emmett creating an elaborate plan only to fail. At the moment, it was extremely embarrassing, but come to think of it, fully worth it.
I paused just long enough to make out the sounds of my dad's snores down the hall.
"We're good," I sighed, resting my head on Emmett's chest.
"I think the bed might be more comfortable pup."
"Yeah, but the bed isn't you."
He wrapped his arms a little too tightly around me, forcing some air out.
"Whoops," he apologized. "My bad."
"You're good," I laughed. "It's actually pretty nice."
The comfort Emmett's arms provided me grew with each passing second so the sleep that washed over me came as no surprise.
Emmett POV
Paul's breaths grew shallow and slow. I watched him as he relaxed in my arms and fell asleep.
How funny this whole thing was. I hadn't expected to meet my mate in this boring town, much less in a wolf. My only plan was to get through high school, again, and move onto the next town. If I was lucky, I would've found another vampire to share a predictable eternity with.
But it seems Paul had other plans for me.
Without even trying, he forged a part of himself onto my being and became an inevitability. Now, my only hope was that he viewed me the same way. This was the only time I wished for a piece of Jasper or Edward's power, just to know what was inside that hot head of his.
We had spent weeks together and I know that's not much time, but my fate was sealed from the moment I laid eyes on him in the clearing. So, it would only make sense to take the next step, right?
I had been meaning to introduce him to my family for a while now partly because I wanted to put an end to their annoying questions but mostly because I wanted to show off how great Paul was - no one's mate was better than mine.
Last night, I told myself I would convince Paul to come over. Before I could ask, the night turned into morning which turned into the afternoon, and then into tonight. By the time I was ready to spill, he was half asleep, and I didn't want to keep him up with my question.
My thoughts were interrupted by a small growl coming from Paul. His eyes were scrunched, and his breathing was irregular.
I gently ran my hands through his hair and whispered, "Paul, wake up."
He jolted awake like he was surprised by his surroundings.
"Are you okay?"
He looked around until his eyes found me, "No yeah... I was just... having a bad dream."
"Talk to me."
His eyes glazed over as he tried to pull together the pieces.
"Don't worry Em, it was just a bad dream."
He wasn't trying to make it a big deal, but I could tell he was still unsettled. All I could do was help him feel better, so I took off my shirt and let his skin touch mine. I pulled him closer to me, making sure he would feel me around him at all times. Paul warmed my chest with his face and struggled to close his eyes, but once he did, he stayed asleep.
He stayed like this for hours and soon the sun started peeking behind his curtain. He would wake up in a couple of minutes and I would have to scram before his dad got out of bed.
3rd Person POV
Paul's eyes fluttered open and before he was fully awake, his nose reminded him where he was.
"You sleep better?"
"Yeah, much better."
Just as Paul was rubbing his eyes, Emmett massaged his back, his hand slipping a little lower than expected. Immediately, Paul's back curled.
"My ba-," Emmett breathed.
Before his apology was even finished, Paul had already peppered deep, slow kisses on Emmett's chest, making his way up to his neck. Emmett was momentarily stunned from the pleasure his mate's warm lips brought his skin and could only muster restrained moans.
"Em, you really want this?" Paul was breathing heavily.
Emmett slammed his lips against Paul's, exchanging his breath with his own. His tongue inched its way out of his mouth and was met with Paul's. Their tongues pushed and danced against each other, thirsty for a taste of the other. At that moment, there was nothing more important to Emmett than making Paul his, and nothing more important to Paul than taking Emmett as his own.
Paul slid his hand down Emmett's chest and abs past his boxer's waistband. He took the thick, heavy length in his hand and brought it out from behind the underwear that kept it hidden. His pupils dilated and his mouth agitated with hunger.
"Your mine," Paul growled.
He brought his face down to the base and kissed every inch to the top, grateful that it was all his. Paul stared at the head and was briefly hypnotized by the thought of having it in his mouth. He couldn't wait any longer, so he separated his lips and carefully took in Emmett.
He inched his way to the base, struggling to fit it all in his mouth. Paul stifled a small gag, which only made his throat tighten around Emmett.
"Fuck, Paul," was all Emmett could say.
After letting his throat adjust to the size, Paul started bobbing his head up and down and let the wet friction draw out low noises from his imprint. Emmett grabbed hold of Paul's hair and pushed him down to the base. He wanted to feel Paul around all of him.
Careful thrusts erupted out of Emmett's hips and Paul gladly met them with his face. He cupped Emmett's balls in his hand and started lightly tugging and squeezing them, intensifying the entire experience for him. Using the noises coming from Emmett, Paul either prolonged or quickened a movement.
Soon, Emmett was on the edge and Paul knew it. He kept praising Emmett's cock until he saw his face start to twist. The entire length throbbed in his mouth as cum hit the back of Paul's throat, the sheer force that it shot out with was fitting for a vampire. He finished by licking Emmett clean, paying special attention to his balls.
All Emmett could do was stare at his mate with pure adoration. Paul returned his look, the tip still leaking on his lips. He pulled his way to meet Emmett's face, cupping both sides of his jawline and lightly pecking his lips.
Paul had marked Emmett with his touch. He had made Emmett his and there was nothing that could change that.
This moment was perfect. Perfect enough to make Emmett feel stupid for waiting so long. Perfect enough to last forever had it not been interrupted by the buzzing of Paul's phone.
"Ugh!" Paul could only guess it was Sam.
He wiggled out of the embrace holding Emmett's hand to at least have some part with him.
His guess was right. "Pack meeting. Have a surprise for everyone," displayed on the screen.
"Who is it?" Emmett was slightly upset at whoever had drawn his love from his arms.
"It's just Sam. He's calling a meeting."
"Do you have to go?"
"Yeah, but don't worry it shouldn't take long."
"Should I wait here, or...?"
"No, you don't have to if you don't want to."
"Believe me, I want to. But I think your father is about to wake up so I should probably just head out."
"Yeah, that's smart."
Both got quickly dressed and stole quick glances at each other. Emmett slipped out the window first, which Paul used as an excuse to grab his ass.
"I'm only helping you," he laughed.
"Might just stay put and force you to stay here all day then," Emmett retorted.
Once outside, they took each other's hand and walked to the trees. Five minutes in, they had to go on separate paths.
"I'll see you soon," Paul gave a kiss. He broke away after some time, heading in the opposite direction.
"See you soon," Emmett watched him disappear into the thick forest.
Paul POV
Was it bad that I wanted Emmett's taste in my mouth all the time? I had savored every last bit of him, but I couldn't get enough. Sam interrupting didn't help either since we were just about to seal the deal. Anyway, it would have to wait until after this ridiculous pack meeting.
The closer I got to Sam and Emily's place, the more my nose was picking up a familiar scent. I forgot whose it was, but it wasn't alarming. Though, right after I noticed it, I also picked up a dry sweet scent very much like a concentrated flowery perfume. It was slightly familiar but gave me a horrible headache.
I knew only one thing could smell like that, and I had to tell the others right away.
I sprinted to Sam's house, swinging the front door wide open and yelling.
"HURRY! THERE'S A LEE-"
My eyes adjusted to see a bob of black hair sitting next to the putrid scent.
The black hair swung as they turned to look at me and I finally saw who it was.
"Leah?!"
"Paul, no way! You look just as dumb as I remember."
"Still so god damn annoying. What're you doing here?"
"Sam's message finally got to me. Am I late?"
"No shit you're late!"
"Well, I'm here so..."
My attention shifted to the bloodsucker right next to her. Of course, she was familiar, she was the one we had chased the night Leah left.
"This is Rosalie," Leah introduced her. "I take it you recognize her."
"Sorry," I smirked.
"No hard feelings," Rosalie sang.
Like the Cullens, she was inhumanely beautiful but like more. She had the trademark golden eyes of a 'vegetarian', something I know Leah made her do. At first, I couldn't look away for more than a couple of seconds - her beauty demanded your attention. But thinking of Emmett helped.
"So, Sam tells me you imprinted on a vampire."
"I might've."
"Who is he?"
3rd Person POV
So, Paul told her almost everything, some things had to stay between himself and Emmett. Just as he was sharing his story, Seth barged in followed by the others.
His nose had alerted him before his eyes did.
He began crying and rushed to hug his big sister.
"You're back," he coughed.
"I told you I'll be back."
. . .
Seeing Seth happy was like finding the last missing puzzle piece, everything was falling into place.
Paul smiled the whole way back home, still excited about the reunion. He couldn't wait to tell Emmett.
Just like he had done dozens of times before, he was going to open the front door and rush to his room and wait for his imprint.
But, when he would enter his house, he would find something that would shatter those expectations.
A/N: When I'm Small by Phantogram