Inspired by The Fake Redhead's Writing Prompt:

'Is that blood?'

'No?'

'That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question.'

Paul groaned as he walked into Sam and Emily's house. He was too damn tired for this, but according to Sam, every wolf needed to be here and 'held accountable for their stupidity' in the face of danger earlier today.

The day had started off well enough. Paul had woken up with his imprint's mouth wrapped around his cock. The sun was shining, birds were singing and all that crap. His imprint had even cooked his favourite dishes just for him, but then Quil, Seth, Colin and Brady had wandered into his house and refused to leave them alone. He had growled at them and threatened them to leave or else he would seriously maim them. But it didn't phase them anymore. After all, they loved his imprint and his imprint loved them in return. She wouldn't let him hurt her 'poor babies.' Those 'poor babies' always took advantage of his innocently naive imprint and her mouthwatering cuisine...

Paul had gritted his teeth and scowled, annoyed, as the four youngest pack members shovelled the food down as fast as they could without choking. He'd grumbled about it to his mate who'd simply chuckled and kissed his jaw, murmuring to him how she would make it up to him later. That had intrigued him and he'd relaxed.

Soon, Jared's urgent howl rang through the forest and the wolves ran out to check on him. Turned out there was a huge coven of leeches on their way through the forest and were ready to fight the wolf pack in order to feed on the people of the area.

And so, it had begun. The battle between the vampires and the shape shifters. The newest wolves had tried to attack the leeches on their own assuming they'd be able to handle them, but had gotten hurt defending themselves and their land. The wounds weren't fatal but they were still wounded in battle. After the battle was won by the wolves, Sam brought them back to his house and was waiting for the entire pack to get there so he could scold them.

When Paul entered the house, he found his mate, Bella, rushing around the house, carrying a large first-aid kit in her arms. With a soft smile, he adoringly gazed at her as she ran over to Colin and immediately started wiping the blood off his shoulder while simultaneously scolding him for not being careful enough.

Bella sensed his presence nearby due to their bond and turned to look. She caught sight of the long gash on his left hip and gasped loudly. Scampering over to his side, she whispered terrified, 'Is that blood?'

Cautiously, Paul replied, 'No?'

She scowled at him and growled, 'That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question.'

He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and joked, 'You should've seen the other guy.'

Jake immediately added with a cheery grin, 'Yeah, Bells! The other guy lost his HEAD!'

The pack burst into loud cackles at the stupid joke, slapping their knees and howling with laughter.

Bella groaned, 'I can't BELIEVE we guys regularly joke about MURDER! What kind of people are we?'

Paul scooped her up in his arms and drawled, 'The kind who's gonna have some hardcore sex right now.'

His intent clear, he moved towards the door but Sam yelled, 'Sit the fuck down, Paul!'

Bella smacked Paul's arm, 'I need to check your hip, anyway, so you should listen to Sammy.'

Paul sprawled down on the couch, ignoring Embry and Seth who rolled their eyes at him. He purred, 'Why don't you be my nurse, then?' Furiously, Sam snapped, 'Shut up, Paul. No one wants to hear about your kinky sex right now.'

Paul mouthed to Bella, 'He's just jealous', making her giggle at his antics.

He waited impatiently for Sam to finish his long and boring lecture of safety and protocol and whatnot. When Sam was done, Emily piped up, 'I've got hamburgers ready, boys.' Immediately, the boys rushed to their feet and ran into the kitchen, shoving and pushing each other amidst yells of excitement.

Bella thought maybe Paul would go eat first, but Paul quickly pulled her into his arms and made a beeline for the door. 'Aren't you going to eat something, Paul?' Bella questioned, raising her brows high. Paul never gave up food! But then...

'Of course I am!' he leered as he headed straight for home, squeezing her ass lewdly. Bella laughed, her heart filling with so much love she felt as if it would burst out of her chest and land at Paul's feet. Her wolf was choosing HER over his food! This feeling of being chosen over food was something only an imprint would understand.

He seemed to understand what she was thinking because he added in a more serious tone, 'You come first. Always.' Bella joked, 'I better come first, unlike last night!' Paul grinned, 'Oh, yeah, I need to make it up to you twice then, right?' Bella pretended to think, 'What about this morning? I didn't get to have my fun… make it three times!' Paul murmured, 'Such a selfish little lover you are! Ah, fine!' He kissed her throat, still carrying her home, and hissed, 'Tonight's gonna be all about you, shorty.' Bella grinned victoriously at his words. 'Bring it on, Lahote!' she cooed in his ear, nibbling gently on his earlobe. Paul sped up, not wanting to waste any more time talking when he could be pleasuring her instead.

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