AN: Hey guys!

I hope FFN is working and you'll be able to read this latest update. Hope you are ready for Paul and Leah to complete the mating bond . Hot content ahead!

I hope to start working on the next chapter of My Headstrong Beta next weekend, I just needed to complete this first. Oslo has just announced pretty strict regulations for the next few weeks due to the increasing amount of COVID cases, so that means more time at home. Hopefully, I'll be able to turn something negative into a positive and have more time to write!

Enjoy!

That Time We Completed Our Bond

Pulling back slightly, my eyes linger on Paul's handsome face, taking in every single detail as though I'm truly seeing him for the very first time. That profound feeling inside of me grows even more intense, quickly consuming every other emotion I have inside of me as it expands and flows through every inch of my body. I've heard about this moment so many times, read about it and imagined it so vividly in my mind that I thought I knew exactly what it would be like, but I was wrong. What I feel inside of me right now as I stare down at the missing part of my soul, is so much more than I ever thought possible. Every single particle of my being recognizes the man I've wrapped my body around as its mate, and absolutely nothing else in the world matters. Nothing other than the need to bind myself to him in every single way possible.

Paul's long dark eyelashes flutter and a strange anticipation builds in my gut. When two boundless black orbs suddenly stare back at me, I feel my breath catch and my body begin to shake. Both parts of me, human and wolf, merge together as one in a way I've never felt before. As we hold our mate's gaze something inside of us clicks into place and a magnetic pull bursts into life within us like thousands of strands of energy urging us to solidify and consummate the binding of our physical bodies and souls. I immediately recognize the same desire shining through the dark eyes of my mate.

One of Paul's large hands cradles the back of my neck, his long fingers tracing along my scalp before gently tugging at my hair as he wraps it around the fist of his hand, making it easy for him to direct my every move. The subtle show of dominance excites my wolf to no end and sends a powerful thrill of lust through me. Reading my reaction, I watch how Paul's eyes change color as his wolf takes control, pushing me harder against the cool wall so that he can free both of his hands.

I feel my insides quiver with anticipation and I can scarcely breathe as I await his next move. When he begins to apply pressure to the back of my head, I move my hands to lean against his strong shoulders as I obey his command and dip my head down so that our lips can meet. Paul takes complete control of our kiss, opening his mouth as he demonstrates exactly what he wants from me. In absolutely no time at all we're both consumed by an overpowering heat as our lips and tongues engage in a make out session so hot that I feel as though my body might combust.

Paul's magical hands dance across my body working in perfect unison with his soft, yet commanding lips as they take complete control of my body, mind and soul. It's the most incredible and intense experience I've had in my life, and I feel as if the only thing I can do is hold on and enjoy the ride. When his strong hand returns to the back of my neck and the other dips down to support my ass as he pulls me away from the wall, I feel my legs tremble from the strain of holding myself upright as he continues to tantalize and tease every inch of my body as we move. Losing all sense of time and place I tighten my hold on him and throw myself into his passionate embrace.

The urgency and almost desperate need to complete the mating bond builds with intensity and deep within my chest I feel a jolt of pain, causing me to whimper against Paul's strong lips. In a surprising move, I feel my feet lower to the floor and Paul begins to retreat. My eyes fly open, an objection rising to my lips, when I see a stern and assertive expression spread across his face, causing me to quickly reconsider my actions. Glancing around, I realize that we're on the serving side of the bar, but before I can ask him about it he drops his head and kisses me deeply, his fingers seductively dipping under the elastic band of my tiny workout shorts. Goosebumps explode down my arms and I freeze.

"Did you know, sweet mate, that ever since that first night you showed up at my bar and brazenly jumped over the counter to serve yourself and your friend because you didn't have the decency to wait, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you?"

The vivid memory plays in my mind as his fingers tease me, dipping lower and lower below my elastic band, while his husky voice continues to speak.

"That sweet, innocent, little girl I met when I was a teen had transformed into the fiery beauty that set my body aflame."

When one finger lightly brushes against the wetness of my heat, I can't help but moan out loud. This only seems to excite him further and in a matter of seconds that same finger is parting my folds, encircling my clit as he leans closer to whisper into my ear.

"After that night, I've had my employees make sure to scrub down the bar every single night just in case you showed up again."

He removes his hand and I can't help but whine with dismay, which only causes a wicked and knowing smile to spread across his hypnotizing pink lips.

"After that night in the woods-," his raspy voice breaks as his hands move higher under the hem of my shirt, tracing up my sides until the tips of his fingers brush against the edge of my heavy breasts. Drawing my bottom lip into my mouth, I bite back a needy moan.

"I allowed myself the smallest sliver of hope."

His fingers descend, moving back to the waistband of my shorts. When both hands suddenly tighten their hold and abruptly pull my shorts down my legs, I can't hold back a shocked shout. Paul's crooked smile is absolutely sinful as those tantalizing fingers begin tracing my now completely bare skin from my ankle and all the way up the insides of my thighs.

"I want to taste you, Leah," he declares and my entire body shudders with a wave carnal lust.

One of his magical hands dips between my legs as he speaks, collecting some of the wetness before dragging it over my clit with firm strokes. The promise in his words and the confident movements of his fingers are almost too much to handle. Leaning back against the tall bar, I close my eyes and feel my body climb.

"Will you let me taste you, Quahlí?"

His wicked request and sensual touch makes my head spin with all-consuming desire. When his movements abruptly stop and I can't help but cry out in frustration. Opening my eyes, I watch how one of his dark eyebrows rise and I realize that he is waiting for me to give him an answer. Nodding my head desperately, I throw my arms around him and kiss him so fiercely that our teeth painfully clash together. Instantly, his long fingers return to their seductive dance while he changes the angle of his head so that he can lead me into yet another passionate kiss.

While he plays my body like an expert musician, awakening more and more pleasure with every single move, his other hand begins tugging at the edge of my t-shirt. Taking matters into my own hands, I pull my lips away from his and throw the overly large t-shirt across the room. My breath catches as I watch how his jaw tightens deliciously as his golden eyes trail across my naked skin, igniting a blaze of wildfires within me. The look on his face makes me feel powerful and desired. It's with confident movements that I begin undressing him, all the while his fingers dance across my heat pushing me closer and closer to that small taste of heaven. His pants are unbuttoned and pushed halfway down his thighs when I tug at the edge of his shirt. In a whirlwind of movement, I suddenly find myself seated on the edge of the large bar while Paul quickly divests himself of the rest of his clothing. His magnificent body comes into view; and Jesus Christ Almighty, what an incredible sight he is. A forceful possessiveness, unlike anything I've ever experienced before, explodes within me and I can't help but clench my thighs tightly together as I trail my eyes over every inch of his golden skin.

My mate.

When his darkening eyes find mine, it takes me a moment to realize that it is the man and not the animal who is currently in charge as he moves closer. For some reason, that knowledge makes what he's about to do even more intense. Sauntering towards me, he trails his fingers over my knees and up the outside of my thighs before pulling my legs gently apart, then he directs my body by placing both of my hands firmly on the bar behind me so that I can lean against them while he explores my naked flesh.

I'm trembling uncontrollably when his lips find mine in a hot and fiery kiss filled with so much promise and emotion that it makes my heart ache. Then, when my head is spinning from the intensity of it all, he slowly begins to descend. Taking his time, he sucks each nipple into his mouth several times until they are both resembling two glistening pebbles. Then he trails his tongue down my stomach, circling my belly button before descending even further. When he finally reaches the spot that's quite literally weeping for him, I'm already so close to climaxing that I swear a simple gust of wind might be enough to tip me over.

Needing to touch him, I bury one hand of my hands into his silky soft hair just as his tongue slides down my slit. Closing my eyes, I lean heavily against my other arm as my fingers curl against his scalp as intense pleasure spreads through me. Although he completely disregards my swollen nub, I feel my entire body tremble as he licks and dips into my wet entrance. The noises we're both making are carnal and completely unhinged, so when his lips finally close over my clit and he applies a gentle suction, I don't even try to hold back my scream. Holding his head tightly against me, I find my release, shuddering violently as the most intense orgasm I've ever known wracks through my body.

Unable to really comprehend what is going on, I feel myself slide down the bar, my bare feet touching the cool floor.

"Lift your feet, sweetheart."

I vaguely hear his command, however, I distinctly feel his long fingers guide my feet into the soft material of my slippers, before he gently places them both firmly onto the ground. The sweetness in his touch is, however, quickly replaced by something far more sinister. Making sure I'm able to stand, he possessively twirls me around and kicks my feet further apart as he applies pressure to my lower back, directing me to brace myself against the bar. Deep within my gut I feel the distinct yet unfamiliar tug of our mating bond. The time has come for Paul and I to consummate our imprint and bind our souls and bodies together forever.

"I-. I need to do this now, Leah, and it isn't going to be sweet, so hold on love," Paul's voice quivers with such acute need that it immediately makes my heart race.

"Yes," I respond between clenched teeth, feeling his hard heat at my entrance. Pushing my ass out, I try to show him without words just how much I want this.

Without warning his hips surge forward and his cock fills every delicious inch of my core as though it was made for him. We both release equally loud moans, pausing our movements to enjoy this incredible joining. That unfamiliar call of our mating bond expands within me, and I can physically feel how each of those thousands of strands of emotional and physical mating flow out from within me and merge together with those rising from my mate, completing our bond. Jesus.

I've become so distracted by the strange sensation, that I'm taken completely by surprise when Paul suddenly tightens his hold on my hips and begins to piston his hips sharply against me. The physical need quickly overshadowing the strange joining of our souls. My breasts bounce violently back and forth in tune to his deep and almost punishing pace as our animalistic needs rise to the forefront of our minds, the human giving room to the animal within us. Our mating is frantic, erotic and intense. When his mouth clamps over the sensitive skin right at the bottom of my neck creating suction, I'm lost. Screaming out my release, I feel my insides tighten around him as he continues to pound into me. I almost lose my hold on consciousness, my body completely spent and blown away by the intensity of pleasure that has just exploded over me, however Paul's grip on me is firm and even when he too shudders with the strength of his release, he doesn't falter.

We're both still heaving for air, sweat trickling down our skin when Paul surprises me by lifting me bridal style into his strong arms, kissing me tenderly.

"My mate," he whispers softly against my skin as he leaves a soft kiss on the tip of my nose.

I sigh happily, leaning my head against his strong chest, never having felt so satisfied and at peace before in my life. Paul's eyes are soft as they hold mine while he slowly moves in the direction of the door leading to his apartment.

"We need to get dressed and find a place where we can phase."

At his words, I hear my wolf bark out in agreement and know that having our wolves mate is the last and final move needed to complete our mating bond. The thought of moving away from my comfortable and safe position in Paul's strong arms, however, is the last thing I want to do, but out of respect for my wolf, I quickly bite my tongue. When we eventually enter Paul's apartment, I'm pleased when he doesn't make a single move to release his hold on me. Entering his room with determined strides, I'm surprised when he lays me down on his bed and quickly covers my body with his, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he inhales deeply.

"Mmm," he groans. "You smell so good."

I can't help but smile as his lips tickle the sensitive skin of my neck.

Reacting on instinct, I trace one hand up and down the soft skin of his back as the other explores the silky short hairs at the back of his neck as I allow the heat of his body to warm me. The satisfied sigh he releases against my skin and the feel of his large body relaxing completely against mine, makes me feel giddy and pleased. The way our bodies lay together perfectly entwined, feels like the most natural thing in the world. Luckily, our intimate and physical embrace is enough to subdue my wolf's need to mate, allowing us a few additional moments to simply relax and bask in the knowledge that we are no longer alone.

After a while, I feel Paul stir against me, realizing that this perfect moment will soon come to an end. When his hot mouth lingers over the sensitive skin at the junction of my shoulder and neck, I'm surprised by my intense reaction and the sudden urge for him to sink his teeth into my neck. The old custom of blood-sharing had never been something I ever thought I'd consider, but after seeing the mirroring marks on Edward and Bella's neck and seeing how connected they were after their bond… I couldn't help but wonder if Paul would be open to it. Feeling the muscles of his back ripple as he moves so that he can face me, I push away my surprising train of thoughts, deciding not to mention it just yet.

His dark eyes are incredibly soft when they finally find mine and immediately I feel that same giddy excitement from earlier flow through me. I can't believe that this incredibly handsome man is mine… my mate… my other half.

"How do you feel?"

I feel my cheeks heat at his question. How do I feel physically after the best round of sex in my life? How do I feel about finally finding my mate? How do I feel that my mate is him?

"Good," I answer simply and his lips curl into a sweet smile. "You?"

He pauses, clearly considering my question much in the same way as I did before answering. A hint of humor and mischief crosses his face before he answers.

"Good," he echoes and soon we both burst into a short laugh.

After our laughter has died down, he gently traces the features of my face with a finger, taking in my every reaction. The expression on his face so serene that I can't help myself.

"I'm glad it was you," I admit in a small voice.

Instead of answering vocally, he dips his head and kisses me tenderly, making me feel as though I'm the most important thing in the world to him. When he eventually pulls back, he makes sure to keep our physical connection by leaning his forehead against mine, our breath mixing together with our proximity.

"We need to get going."

I nod, noticing how agitated my wolf is becoming. Clearly reluctant to break our physical connection, Paul slowly moves away, getting to his feet, his eyes following my every move. Slowly, I sit up, trying not to feel embarrassed by my nudity as his dark eyes begin a lazy, yet thorough exploration. Needing a distraction, I glance around his room, surprised by how tidy and utterly immaculate it is. Everything in this room is in perfect order and for some reason the realization of this sends a wave of nerves through me.

"What are you thinking?" Paul's deep voice interrupts my line of thought.

Finding his worried gaze, I feel my cheeks heat at being caught in my own head. He has already managed to pull on a pair of black boxers from his dresser and looks deliciously handsome as he stares back at me expectantly. Closing my mouth a few times, I consider hiding the truth from him, but something about the look in his eye, makes me decide to be honest about my worries instead.

"Your room is really clean."

His dark brows tighten together in confusion, but he doesn't say anything, clearly waiting for me to explain. Inhaling, I get to my feet and bravely make my way towards him, suddenly needing his proximity.

"You've seen where I live, Paul. Now, I wouldn't exactly call myself a slob, but -."

I feel his arm wrap around my waist as he pulls me close. As soon as our skin touches I feel an immense sense of calm spread inside of me.

"We'll figure it out," he whispers seductively as he boldly cups my breast and pulls my lips against his, immediately opening his mouth to introduce his tongue to mine.

Passion explodes between us and before I know what is happening we're back on the bed and I'm desperately pushing down Paul's newly donned boxers, finding his hard length and immediately guide him to my entrance. He enters me quickly, but he quickly slows down his movements, worshipping my body as he pushes us higher and higher towards completion. The sight of him above me, the feel of his front against mine, his lips playing with my nipples as he thrusts steadily inside of me…

"Jesus, Leah," he groans as I stretch my body below him, tilting my hips for him to enter even deeper.

"I want you in my bed every single night; in my arms. I don't give a fuck if you make a mess. This-," he increases his tempo at the same time as he introduces two fingers to my clit sending me flying into the air.

"This is what I need. That's all, sugar. So good," he rambles as I clench around him, his thrusts losing tempo as he too finds his release with a deep groan before falling heavily against me, much in the same way he did earlier.

When I'm finally able to catch my breath, I feel a fit of giggles build inside of me. Body shaking, I feel Paul move to the side, glancing down at me with a wide smile and a curious gaze. The giggle rises uncontrollably and soon I feel Paul join in with a light laughter. Spending time with him like this feels so good, but soon we're both forced to recognize the fact that our wolves won't be delayed any longer. Paul dresses quickly, holding me hostage as he gets ready. Then he joins me in my room, stealing kisses and intimate touches while I get ready. I realize that even the slightest distance is physically painful and the urge I feel to be near him is completely overpowering. I suddenly understand why newly mated couples usually spend a week or two in private before they have their first public appearance. There's no way Paul and I will be ready to leave later that same day. In fact, Saturday also feels much too soon, but having promised Embry I'd be there, I know we need to at least try.

Leading me to the garage, I'm pleased when Paul moves towards his motorcycle instead of his truck. Our wolves need both space and privacy to become acquainted and mate and we'll need to drive for a while to find a good spot. On the bike, we'll be able to maintain as much physical contact as possible while we drive. When Paul kickstarts the engine and the soft hum vibrates beneath my thighs, I realize, however, that although the physical proximity helps with our physical need to stay close to one another, it only increases my somewhat uncontrollable desire for him. Speeding down the streets of Port Angeles, it takes everything in me to not start something. When we finally reach our destination, I'm trembling with unfulfilled desire and it takes everything in me not to jump him when he pulls off his helmet and holds out his hand like a gentleman to assist me off of the bike. The heated look he sends my way and the stiff way he holds himself, reveals that he too is struggling with the simmering lust between us. But it soon becomes apparent that both of our wolves have reached the absolute end of their patience. With trembling fingers, I undress quickly, making sure not to look in Paul's direction while I do. As soon as I drop the final item of clothing into my bag, I feel the tell-tale shivers down my spine and the familiar tremble as my body begins to shift.

Falling to my paws, I feel my wolf's strength and excitement as she rises to the forefront of my mind, taking control of our physical form. I begin making myself as small as I can, knowing in theory what needs to happen between our wolves. Suddenly, I feel her whip our head around and freeze at the sight of Paul's magnificent wolf. He is pacing back and forth, clearly agitated by something. When his honey brown eyes flash to mine and he immediately bares his teeth, I feel a jolt of fear shoot through me. The look on his face is feral… out of control. A powerful surge of something I don't recognize explodes inside of my wolf and I realize that I need to hurry the hell up and make myself scarce. To complete the wolf-bond, the human needs to completely disappear. If they don't, there is a real risk that a fight for dominance will break out instead. Paul's wolf makes a sudden move and I quickly close my eyes tightly shut, counting backwards from a hundred, praying that the technique I learned when I first phased will work. A blissful darkness fills my mind as I'm able to separate myself from my wolf and allow her all the privacy she needs to complete the final bond with our new mate.