Chapter VI: Scorch

Scorch definition: the burning or charring of the surface of something, usually with intense flame or heat. Also, can be defined as to devastate or destroy something (i.e. such as a person or a property of possible use to another) before abandoning it.

Note: Safe sex, kids.

Note #2: Wolf-telepathic-speak is in bolditalicized. Regular self-thoughts are just regular italicized.

Paul's 5th shift.

Quil chortles as he shares his own private joke with himself (and his inner wolf), his chocolate-brown pelt shaking with mirth under the watchful eyes of a very pissed off russet wolf. It's Jacob, taking it upon himself to do yet another perimeter check of the Fork's border. Embry was running on the other side of the treaty line alone, but Embry could take care of himself. Especially since Embry had been phasing longer than Jacob and Quil. So, it seemed now that Quil was the only one who still had to be watched, which he didn't much appreciate. It's no fair, he cried. He could to so focus on the task when warranted. And besides, him and Jacob had already run the entire length of the town four times in an hour and there was still no sign of the redhead chick. Quil really wanted to take it easy for a few minutes; he thought he was still needed to recover from Bella's delicious Chicken Alfredo dinner that she had made for him last night. He couldn't get enough of the dish. Or the chef who made it.

Damn, could that girl cook! He thought affectionately. Then he felt his stomach move. Great. Now he was hungry all over again.

All at once his brown wolf started to slobber over himself as he began daydreaming, now about Bella. Bella in the kitchen. Bella cooking. Even Bella doing the dishes. Oooh, Bella—

Hey! Jacob's intrusive thoughts cut sharply into his other packmate's (and possibly future ex-best friend) zealous food-porn fantasy. Knock it off! Jacob ended the thought-order with a loud growl.

It's cool, man, it's just me, he tried to placate the teen. Maybe now would be a good time to ask. Hey, Jake, think maybe we oughta ease up on patrolling now? At least this section of the border. Been here already. Quil couldn't help but sound a bit whiny on the last bit.

I'll ease up when Bells is safe, Jr., Jacob snapped, his chestnut-brown jowls drooling in agitation. Just back off, number Five. Pay attention to what we're trying to accomplish here. Jacob felt like he was running in circles but he had to stay vigilant. Sooner or later, that bloodsucker would show up and he'd be ready. Cause if he wasn't, Bella would die and he couldn't allow that to happen. So, if he had to snap at Quil to save Bella, he would.

Quil's wolf yowls mournfully. That hurt. Quil didn't walk around calling Jacob 'Bella's bitch,' now did he? Quil shook it off and turned away. He suddenly felt another pushy thought force its way into his already cloudy mind and for a second all he could smell was the intense aroma of basil, like in a special Bella spaghetti dish.

Yummy, he thought before a figurative lid smashed down and killed the dream of diving headfirst into a meaty sauce and a smiling Bella serving it to him. Hell was that? Quil thought. Did he just get knocked out of a Paul dream? Hey, Lahote? He began. What's up-?

Hungry, came a sharp, short retort back before the next question could fire off in his packmate's mind.

Quil shook his head. Sure, it looked like a food dream, at first glance, but Quil was 16. He definitely knew what a food-slash-turningintoaporn-type-deal from personal experience. Paul? You're thinking about food? It wasn't weird for one of the wolves to be thinking of food, but in the past Paul Lahote was found to always be thinking about sex. And even with that briefest of glimpses, and despite the meat sauce, which Quil knew also from personal experience to be one of Bella's specialties, Quil was almost certain that Paul's thought was bordering on the erotic variant and—

Fuck off, Ateara, Paul's metallic silver fur bristled with a warning and effectively cutting short the rest of Quil's thoughts. And stay out my mind less you want me to show you the way your mom bends over when I—

Okay, okay, Quil interrupted, caving into the more experienced wolf. For fuck's sake, Paul. He could feel the grey wolf's smirk for miles. Jacob, however, wasn't impressed by the other teen's swagger.

Jacob Black knew for a fact Embry, Quil, and himself were on patrol-he had made the schedule up himself-so why the hell was Paul here? Oh, that's right, Jacob suddenly remembered.

Lahote, Jacob joined. You on your way to your shift? He asked authoritatively. He hadn't been having any trouble with getting Paul to go to his assigned Bella shifts. Jacob guessed the new, macho way he was handling the pack was working. Surprisingly. But he wanted to make sure that the Pack's wild card would stay where he put him in the deck until ready to be used.

Yeah, Paul replied back. Going.

There were no other thoughts transpiring and Quil was confused. He wasn't Einstein and he had a habit of talking (and joking) way too much, but he could tell when the air was uncomfortable. And too quiet. His wolfy senses were tingling. Dude, is it just me or have you gotten…silent? Quil bluntly questioned.

A short pause before a resounding Yup, Paul answered. Less you really do want me talking about your mom, he reminded.

Nah, pass, Quil said easily. For real, you ok, man?

Said 'yeah' already, didn't I? Paul snarled. Don't be such a fuckin' bitch. You already whine like one.

How's things going? Quil asked, ignoring Paul's jabs. You didn't deal with Paul Lahote to be loved. Or even respected.

Christ, it's going fine. Wanna shut the fuck up now? In fact, make yourself useful: go in the kitchen and get me a cold beer, sweet-stuff, Paul said aggravatedly.

Where the fuck is there a kitchen in the woods? Quil shook his massive head, his ears flopping from side to side. He briefly wondered if Paul thought through his insults. How's Bella been? Without waiting half a beat more for a response, he then went on. Haven't heard you bitch about her in a while. You didn't do nothing to her, did you? the younger teen asked cautiously.

There was the barest hint of a tense pause before a resounding Fuck you. And no, Paul grounded out in reply, getting more annoyed. Now Quil was just insulting him for no reason. Sure, he no longer bitched about Swan to the pack. Or to anybody. In fact, he had stopped talking out loud, period, while in human form. No one had really even noticed. That stung a bit, but he had been using his quiet time to reflect. And think about the naughty things he wanted to do to the leech lover's body.

But now of all people to notice something off about him was fucking Quil Ateara, the damn V. He was the damn doofy-goofy boy wonder. Paul had the worse fucking luck.

Quil's rusty copper irises narrowed on his silver wolf frame, now concerned. He knew there was something going on that Lahote wasn't sharing. What's up with you? He repeated. Yeah, his wolf-furry senses were on fire now.

Nothing. Hungry, Paul reiterated. You've fuckin' tasted her—damnit, she tastes so good—her cooking before, he quickly insisted before the other thoughts from his other head took over. I'm just hungry and that's all. All she's good for, anyway, he added, but even he didn't feel that his last sentence had any of its usual bite to it. Fuck, what was happening to him? It has to be all her fault. Has to be.

Just hungry, eh? Quil egged him on, only half teasing. He felt a little bit of confidence now. He sometimes wondered if he was an actual effective wolf since it had taken him the longest to phase into the pack, but now he could feel himself coming into his own. His wolf and him were definitely beginning to bond if he could now tell something was off with another supernatural being. Plus, this was just weird. Again, Paul was always thinking about sex. Paul probably thought about sex with a completely different girl while having sex with another completely different girl. Quil wouldn't even dream of doing something that sleazy to someone-anyone-willing to have sex with him...then again, he was still a damn virgin anyway. Must live vicariously through Lahote. Gonna fix that craving sometime soon, Lahote, right? Maybe by my next shift? Quil waited. Sometimes Paul liked when you pestered him a bit more openly about his sexual victories.

But Paul didn't reply and he cleared his mind of all else.

Oookkkkay, Quil's wolf whistled. Guess I'm the odd man out. Fuck it. Paul couldn't keep his thoughts buttoned up forever. None of them could. That's one of the disadvantages of sharing a pack mind; no privacy. But it did make sex memories much easier to indulge in and Paul's were always cigarette worthy. Anybody else think Lahote is being weird? Jake?

Don't care as long as he does what I say, Jacob snapped, interrupting the pair. Sam was right; all of them were just a bunch of sappy, whiny teens. Well, he was going to whip them all into shape. Bella's life depended on it. With another burst of fire within, Jacob barked out, Get going, Lahote! Make you sure you keep your eye out for the bloodsucker. Don't want her slipping through our defenses. When Paul didn't respond back, Jacob's wolf eyes narrowed mid-run with a realization. It wasn't like Paul Lahote to not have something to say. Maybe Quil was onto something after all. That thought was scary too. You listenin' to me, Lahote? Going deaf?

Heard ya, came back his snipped thought. And nothing else after.

Apparently, the amused, brown canine of Quil chimed in, sensing Jacob's curiosity in their packmate's lack of banter, he's just hungry. Maybe his stomach ate his mouth too. We should celebrate and make him go to Bella's more often since she's the only one who found his weakness. Whatever she feeds him, he shuts up and eats it. Think he'll go all Big, Bad Wolf and eat Bella? Get it? Quil had meant it as a joke but immediately he heard Paul's furious snarl of a response.

One more word out of you, Ateara, and there won't be a sixth, Paul threatened.

Jacob agreed. Shut up, Quil. Don't talk about Bells that way, Jacob bristled. Just keep your eye out for that leech, alright? Be useful. And Lahote, get to Bella, he added to the other adolescent needlessly, but he wanted to echo that he was the one in charge. And just like that, Quil felt the link to Paul's thoughts vanish but Jacob's remain.

And Jacob's thoughts were furious ideas about different ways of maiming him. In both his wolf and human form. Quil looks shocked even with a canine face.

Damn, why the hell did the wolf-gods feel the need to saddle the pack with two hothead shapeshifters? All Quil did was make jokes. Bad jokes, but still just jokes. Jacob knew that. Why was it all of a sudden such a big deal? Quil Ateara, the V, worked to keep his mouth closed for the next three perimeter checks. After running guard with both Jacob and Paul for the short span of five minutes, even Sam Ulely would be much welcomed company.

Tonight was the night, Bella mused, as she paced the front of the opened kitchen/back door from outside, waiting for Paul. She didn't know how she had made it through the last few days, knowing that a 'Paul shift' was coming up soon and that she and he would be...well, doing something at least she had never, ever done before.

It was exciting. And nerve wrecking. Darn it, she couldn't stop her sweaty palms from shaking. Or stop pulling on the drawstrings of her hoodie. Her fingers had been trembling so much that she had almost dropped one of the glass baking dishes earlier.

She had made lasagna. Paul's favorite. Well, she didn't actually know for a fact if it was his favorite or not but when any of the teen wolves had tasted her lasagna dish, they always asked for it. Hell, even Billy Black and Harry Clearwater requested it and they were human. Paul was going to love it, she tried to convince herself. She was a great cook, goshdarnit. "Ugh," she cried a little into her hoodie. She was seriously driving herself crazy.

Again, she was nervous. It was understandable; she was about to lose her virginity to someone that both was like and so unlike her ex boyfriend that she'd be considered a certifiable idiot not to notice it. Hey, these were two supernatural, different beings whom she wanted to have sex with. But there was one very important distinction between the two supernatural beings: one actually wanted to have sex with her. And she with him. So what if he had another "party" within him that definitely made him more beast-like than even Jasper had ever been as a bloodthirsty vampire, but she didn't care; Bella liked his wolf. Craved his wolf. His wolf actually made him, the man, more tolerable for some odd reason. The wolf had never snapped angry retorts or made excuses for the way he was. He just was. That was the beauty of nature. Of course Paul never offered excuses either, but after experiencing firsthand how sweet and puppyish his wolf was, Bella was willing to forgive (most) of what Paul had said to her during his first couple of initial shifts. They were past that point now and Bella wished to see where this go with him. Even if it likely wouldn't be forever. She swallowed hard, knowing she should feel bad about putting her (human) body through what was sure to be a very vigorous sexual act(s), but truthfully she was excited, thrilled, and for lack of a better word: really, really horny.

There was one thing that Bella did feel guilt about, however. Charlie had commented how much healthier she had looked. Her father, whom never said much of anything that he didn't have to say (and especially to her) had actually noticed that she was looking healthier. "You look good, Bells," he had said appreciatively to her before he had left for his shift tonight. Well, she did feel good. She was going to get laid. Bella Swan had waited 18 years; she wanted it and she was gonna have it. Bang! She jumped at the sound, looking around to the forest and then looked behind her. It had just been the kitchen door she forgotten to latch back correctly.

Where the hell is he? Her thoughts resumed in a panic once her heart slowed back down to human pace. Just when she was sure that Paul would stand her up (what the heck had she been expecting—did he really want to be with her?), she saw (barely) his trademark silver color dart in a flash from her left. She almost didn't have time to turn back toward it when a very hot bulk was suddenly pressing itself against her hip. Bella gasped as she felt a furry limb grab her around the stomach and then spin her back around. Then her eyes met a most startling crystal blue. Without thinking, she replied softly to the blue orbs, "Hi, cutie." It came out more as a breathy whisper, but he had heard it.

The grey wolf gives her a very short lick of her chin before transforming back into a human Paul. She had always found his wolf's blues to be nothing short of amazing and they always stunned her stupid, but Paul's perfect shade of hazel had the habit of making her forget exactly where she was when in his gaze. He continued to hold her for a few seconds more before he chuckled in her face.

"Ain't you gonna say nothing to me? Only my wolf gets to be greeted?" he asked playfully.

She turned beet red but nervously placed her definitely quivering palms on his shoulders so she could face him fully. "Ss-s-sorry," she began and then bit her lip. Ugh, control yourself, she thought. She may have been terrified but she wanted to do this. She'd go as far as he would allow her to go with him. "He-hey, Paul. I made lasagna." It was as good a greeting as any and she successfully managed not to stutter the last sentence. Talking about food always made her feel confident.

He grinned at her. "Well, lead me in, Swan," he whispered provocatively. Oh man, oh man, was this like the leash thing from last time? It was such a turn on.

"B-Bella," she answered back, but figured it didn't matter. Her eyes regarded him as she began to walk back and she watched as Paul licked his lips while his patented bad-boy smile still resided on them. Jeez and wow. She turned with a whoosh and walked through the back open kitchen door. Damn, still didn't latch the door properly, she thought mindlessly. She was very aware that she had a naked Quiliete following closely behind her. And her stomach was doing very nauseated flips inside her body. "Y-you ca-can sit," she stammered and then damned herself. Darn, she knew this would happen if she tried talking to him for more than a few seconds. "I'll br-bring a plate o-ov-ver."

If Paul noticed the stammering or the shaky hands as she placed his plate down, he didn't comment. He just picked up his fork and started eating, his dark honey stare fixed on her and it was nerve breaking. She didn't say anything about him looking at her either. She was just trying resist the urge to keep glancing under the table. After three plates of lasagna, which Bella assumed he stored somewhere unseen in that gorgeous, hard wolfy body of his, Paul finally started to talk to her.

"Still no sign of that redheaded bloodsucker of yours," he began conversationally. Huh? That's what he was going to start with? Bella's jaw hung open a little as Paul continued with his small talk as if he hadn't just arrived over to her house to possibly take her virginity. Or had eaten three gigantic plates of her lasagna and was still able to move. Or still sitting in the kitchen at the dinner table very naked. It was very distracting for her.

She began playing with her clothes again. She had chosen the zippered down hoodie shirt since it was a little colder than normal in the house and she didn't like the feeling of goosebumps, but her skin still felt like it was tingling all on its own. She wore PJ shorts, but she was definitely more than willing to part with them at a moment's notice. She suddenly gave a disappointed sigh.

"What's got the Swan Princess so worried?" Paul asked, leaning his head toward her.

She didn't want to look completely lovesick, especially since he had made it clear (more than once) that he hated feelings, but she decided to try anyway. After all, he was getting something from her tonight other than food. And she was rather worried about him even when she wasn't daydreaming about laying horizontally with him. To alleviate a little of the stress, she picked the one thing that had been concerning her for the past few days. "Wasn't sure when or if you were coming back," she said hurriedly.

"Three musketeers pulled patrol duty and the boss has got Cameron with him finishing a job," he explained. "Guess you lucked out," he added smugly.

My thoughts exactly, she thought. Bella still didn't like how mean he referred to the other members of his pack, but at least she knew that they were all ok. She had even guessed who was who by his nicknames for them. Embry, Jacob, and Quil did sorta come in a threesome package. Outwardly, she just nodded her head, her fingers locking around her hoodie drawstrings once more. "Did you like the lasagna?" She had assumed Paul would like it and the way he had polished the plates off, it should have confirmed it. But she wasn't always sure of Paul.

"Ate it, didn't I? Was pretty hungry already though…" he started, but when her brown eyes started to look down out of sadness, he quickly added "Was good. Like usual." He meant for it to sound more nonchalant than it did, but Bella had caught the enthusiasm in his gruff voice.

"Yeah, I only made it a few times before," she tried to say, but mumbled it out. She should have known better than to try and boast. If he liked it, great. If not, he would have said something, she was sure. Paul could never shut up when he didn't like something. Even if Bella hadn't been so bad at lying and hadn't been sorta boxed in between the kitchen dining table and his quick reflexes, Paul's cunning eyes should have reminded her that she was sitting with at least half an animal and half a man who could hold her down with one arm if she tried to escape him.

It both scared and excited her. And he seemed to notice that too.

"You smell good," Paul teased and pulled her to him. He gave a deep inhale. "Strawberries, again," he says, half growling into her ear. Fuck, yeah, he screamed internally. He now had memories associated with that scent—her scent.

"Yeah," she admits sheepishly. "I wore it the last time you were here too."

Paul fought to keep the timber in his already deep voice down. "I know," he stated simply. There, only two words. He can feel his wolf's excitement growing. The man in Paul was strong, but when it came to mating, the lupine side of him usually liked to take the lead and usually he'd oblige him. Wasn't like they both didn't cum from it. But this time, this first time with Bella, Paul really wanted to remain all man for her. He didn't know why. He just wanted to.

When Paul doesn't add anything else, Bella continued, "At first I bought it because they ran all out of my usual shampoo in the store," she babbled, "But since I wore it last time you were here and…I don't know…thought maybe you-you liked it. Maybe." She was still feeling awkward. Darn him and his sexiness. She had been telling the truth; the store had run out of vanilla scent and she had been forced to buy strawberry, but seeing how good (and awesome) their last interaction had been, she intended to keep using it for the foreseeable future. "You like it?" she asked with more than a mountain of hope inside of her.

Damnit, he did like the smell. Vanilla was good, but strawberries-he'd make her as red with one. He was going to make her light up and glow. He bites back the resounding feeling to admit anything right away to her. He can't appear weak or too goo-goo-gah-gah over a damn chick's shampoo. His mouth twitches before he responds, slow and deliberate, "Don't hate it."

Bella smiles. She didn't know the reasoning behind his seemingly coolness with strawberry, but she didn't question it. Perhaps it was just because it was a passion-colored fruit. Or maybe he had even been fed a chocolate-covered strawberry from a past paramour for the evening. She didn't know. Whatever it was, she had never been more grateful than to discover that he liked something that she could actually give him besides just dinner. Bella definitely considered her shampoo a happy accident. "I'm really glad, Paul." She felt his lips on her neck for a full fifteen seconds before her brain caught on that he had begun to kiss her, leaving featherlight trails of a heated path on her skin that only he could provide her with. His mouth had started at the bottom of her neck while his fingers snaked up her arms, her shoulders, and then met back on her neck again. She couldn't suppress a husky moan as his teeth lightly grabbed the taut skin in the front of her throat.

"You will be," he mouthed into the tiny valley of her neck. Then he went back to kissing her, restarting himself under her chin and worked his way back down the path he had already created. Nothing wrong with making sure I cover every inch, twice, he reasoned.

With her eyes closed, Bella's head moved almost mechanically as Paul oral ministrations continued. She was definitely on autopilot. Fortunately for her, Paul knew how to take the reins. She allowed herself to be further explored by his expert hands, remembering the lust and excitement from his last shift and Bella reveled in the fact that soon she would be feeling a whole lot more of him soon. A whole lot more unless her eyes had lied to her when she saw his tented shorts. Her body went limp as Paul began drumming his fingers on the small of her back once he seemed to tire of her neck. Even through her hoodie, she could feel power and masculinity radiating off of his body, currently being covered by the simple sweatshirt and shorts. He pulled back a bit, his eyes travelling up and down her frame as if he hadn't spent four shifts with her previously. Each time he saw her, it was like her mind ran through all the things she could have possibly forgotten before he came: Did she shower? Was dinner ready? Did she scrub her face? Brush her teeth? Even as she mentally checked down her list, she was almost sure that something she was supposed to do had been forgotten. Suddenly she became dizzy, her heart pounding furiously in her chest, and she felt herself blacking out as more and more time went on. Twenty seconds. Then thirty seconds.

And then she heard him laugh.

"Breathe," he commanded.

Oh yeah, she thought with a start. That's what she had forgotten to do. She took in a deep lungful of air. Bella even took the chance to blink. Paul still had his hand on her back. So she wasn't dreaming. Well, that was a start.

"Mind if I ask you a question?" he asks. It was a weird time for him to be polite since he had never really been before, but he was working on a very slow plan of attack for the little Swan bird. Bella looked as though her body was committed to completing the very carnal act with him, but he wanted to make sure that her mind wouldn't make her go back on the deal. If he needed to mind his manners for some ass, then he'd play the part for a bit. Never mind that he had actually started to have feelings for her and—

"Yes," she said a bit forcefully and then caught herself. "I mean, you've never not said what was on your mind before," Bella said a bit more calmly this time.

His gaze is still fixed on her and she fights the urge to twitch. They continue to say nothing more, him staring at her as if she were a new enthralling show on TV and she felt her heart beat solo drum though her wrist. Was he going to ask her the something sometime soon? She wondered. When she thought she was going to get the feeling of passing out all over again, Bella finally heard him sigh and begin.

"Did you know lasagna was my favorite?"

Had she been right? What a lucky break! Yes! "No," she meekly replied. "I—I didn't." This was great. Holy wow-she was on a roll tonight!

"It's the smell," he admitted to her. "I've always enjoyed the smell combo of it. It's one of the few dishes my Dad had been able to cook when I was growing up because he could always put whatever herbs he wanted into the meat and no matter what, it was always good." She then feels his hot fingers run through her auburn-brown scalp. "Your lasagna reminds me of that; it smells good, but not better than you," he whispered. "Nothing better than you." She felt beads of sweat drip down the back of her neck as he then placed his right hand underneath the hoodie sweater and directly back onto her skin. It was like the heat off a burning hearth was starting down the middle of her back. Paul chuckles again, his lips coming to less than an inch away from her mouth. If he kissed her now, he'd fuck her in the kitchen and that would mess up his plan for the night. With a feeling of regret, he let go of her.

Bella's face fell. She blinked for a second and then stepped back. She again realized that he was still bare-ass in the kitchen. Uh...Bella's mind imploded. Paul had enjoyed that look on her face for one moment, but he felt his wolf bristle at the teasing of her. His wolf liked her. She had just fed both of them. Plus, his wolf was ready to mate and Paul, as the man, wanted very much to as well. But first things first: he had to take care of one hunger before satiating the other. And one of his other interests was seeing just how long she'd be able to last with him being in the state of undress he was in. This should be good.

"Not gonna go blabbing my secret, are you?" he asked rhetorically.

Bella shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. What was wrong with her? She had to keep her emotions at bay. Somehow. But he looked so good. And how the hell can he seemingly be unaware that he was still not wearing any clothes?!

Paul pauses and then resumes his talk about his other interest: the redheaded leech. "I'm thinking she'll show her demonic face sometime soon. She has to," he says with more patience than he feels. "Hard to stay away from you, ain't it?" he asks, not stopping to evaluate what he was saying to her. Luckily for him, Bella was still a bit dazed from her near blackout. And probably his nudity. And definitely his kissing. "Really, I'm thinking it's a brilliant, strategic ploy on her part. She figures maybe the pack will get a little tired, run ourselves to the ground waiting for her to show up and then—WHAM! She comes here, expecting to nab you, specially with the Chief and the rest of the force out there hunting for us. I mean, do they really still think that we're bears?" he scoffs, rambling on. "Sometimes—"

"What the hell, Paul?" Bella snaps, interrupting him. "Are you just gonna not do anything else to me?!" She screams out in sexual frustration. Her hands then fly over her mouth. Crap, she thought despairingly. Not the way she had wanted to start. She was such a basket case.

His golden-browns blink for some seconds and then Paul begins to snicker, but not in a mean way. Knows what she wants, he thinks. Knows right away. I like that. A warm sensation spreads in his torso, his wolf agreeing with the sentiment about the leech-lover, Bella Swan. Let's see if I can get the leech out of her once and for all. Paul gets a grip on her and begins to kiss everywhere but on her lips, still not wanting to test his restraint to make her a woman in her father's kitchen. His mouth appears at the tip of her hairline, down her left side of her face, down the right, and then traces a path down each of her two carotid arteries. There was no clear pattern that he was moving in. There was no specific counting of time that he paid attention to one particular body part over the other, but in those several moments when they were both quiet and the only noise in the kitchen was the light smacking of his puckered lips grazing her skin, Bella was in true bliss.

Her head is hot and cloudy with dirty thoughts. It's the most she's felt since Edward left her and the seedy trail of scorching heat Paul left on her skin every place he touched was torturous. Bella moans audibly and he laughs again, pulling back from her. Not again, damn you. She about ready to protest when he voices though her mind fog: "When you're ready, come up to me," he whispered seductively. "But only when you're ready."

Bella feels herself move back and her eyes roam his entire body for the first time on purpose. He too kept his eyes on her as he backed away toward the foot of the stairs, winked at her, and continued with his ascent. Although her face was blood red, she didn't look away from him this time. Still a fast learner, I see, he thought gloatingly. He proceeded upstairs, not bothering to turn back around. He wanted her to see every move he'd make with one of his best assets. Your move, Swan.

Bella tried to calm herself and lasted about sixty seconds before taking off into a run up the stairs, tripping only twice. Screw the dishes! Unless her leg broke, she was going to do this. She definitely wanted to do this. She approached the doorway to her room and peered inside. He had said to come to up him when she was ready. Eighteen freakin years! she again thought. She hadn't even brushed her teeth. Should she do that? She'd taste like lasagna if she didn't…maybe she should. Paul did like lasagna. Her lasagna. And she was sure that his wolf was likely a picky eater. I mean, think how long it took for her to finally win his wolf over—

"Not running scared, are ya?" a silky voice shot out of her room.

"Nope," she voices back definitively. She allows herself to look and sees that he's still naked and laying on her bed. Least the sheets were changed. She took one wobbly step into the bedroom and once again almost falls but he's swift and catches her.

"Fuck, how the Hell did you survive to 18?" he jokes.

She smiles sheepishly, embarrassed.

He doesn't allow the feeling to last; he begins once again to kiss her everywhere again, reigniting the flames that had started downstairs. His fingers work deftly to takes off her clothes. Now just as naked as he is, her eyes continue to sight-fuck him in the approaching moonlight as it shines from her bedroom window. Paul seems deep in thought as his eyebrows stay furrowed and his lips move with well-practiced urgency, but no less fervor in them than they had ten minutes ago. She had done right trusting him, she felt. Paul Lahote knew his stuff. Her arm muscles felt tight and her hips gravitated toward him as if they had a mind of their own. She was burning. She felt combustible and she definitely felt like she was going to leave a mess.

"Please?" She finally begs out loud, not wishing to wait anymore. Her legs became open for him as he settled himself between them, his head by her stomach. He lays carefully placed, chaste kisses around her belly button, the top of her thighs, and then inside up and down the creases of her pale hip bones. On instinct, Bella pushes her lower half into his face and Paul plunges into her depths like a well experienced diver, leading with his tongue. She bucks at the sudden intrusion and tries to pull back, but Paul's arms snake around her openly splayed legs before she could move any more.

"Mmhhmm," he hums against her wet lips. He had an idea that she'd taste good, but he had underestimated her; she tasted phenomenal. He didn't know what she ate or if it was just the way she was, but him and his wolf could definitely dine on her every and any time. He pushed his nose and chin even further into her, feeling her wetness smear into his face. Fuck me, she tastes good. Still surprising me, leech lover. He had never been so happy to be this wrong about a girl before. His cock was starting to hurt and he turned his lower half a little to the side to alleviate a bit of the pain from it pressing into (and through) the bed. Damn thing was like a steel rod.

For Bella, he felt amazing. Too amazing. Oh-jeez, oh-God, oh-no...Bella moaned and patted him urgently on his head.

"Please," she cried out weakly. "I want...I want you," she confessed. Paul was a bit stunned she could even talk to him. Usually his mouth was a good first orgasm stealer/starter. "Wa-want you," she managed to gasp out though still quivering under his mouth. "Want you," Bella again repeated. "Both of you."

So, she knows, he thinks. Or she at least suspects that him and his wolf really do come together as a package. For her to make that assumption and still be willing to take him on made him glow inside. He pushed the warm feeling down and then out of the way. Paul licked his lips while they were still pressed gently against her lower ones. Her full, albeit stuttering, cohesive statements amazed him. Well, he'll just have another way to stop her from being able to talk. He knew he was finding it difficult to speak just then. She just kept on surprising him. First dinner. Then her assertiveness to ask if they were going to do anything. Then her taste. It wasn't to be forgotten. Fuck, he just knew. Just knew she would taste good. And she had. Never had anything make him feel so intoxicated. The air of her tiny bedroom was thick with her heady scent and it was all he could do to keep his mouth closed so he could still keep her actual taste on his tongue. Keep her here, his wolf cried possessively.

I am, he snapped back, fighting the urge to challenge his own wolf. Must be the need to mate. He'd fuck her to get it out of the way. But what then? He'd do it again. The heated urgency that was gnawing within him was starting to irritate his gut. He'd remedy that feeling soon. And then he'd drink his fill of her some more. There would be no escape from him once he started. For now, he'd settle to have her heat wrap around him like a velvet human blanket. That should please the wolf for a few.

Bella felt an uncertainty when he still hadn't moved to on top of her. She was pretty sure that's how sex was done in the movies; one person (usually the guy) had to penetrate the female (that'd be her) with his...Yeah, her mind gushed. She reached down to his almost raven black hair to reestablish contact with him when he finally moved with a snarl, gripped her wrist, and his naked body was fully over her in a flash. She blinked innocently at him, in awe of his power and revisiting an earlier fantasy of him subduing her with one arm and her unable to escape. "Paul," she said hesitantly. "Really do want both of you." Why did she feel the need to keep saying it, she wasn't sure, but it seemed to be what they both needed to hear.

He briefly thought about trying to tease her some more, but with the reddish hue in her cheeks, the light sheen of perspiration on her brow, and the way his damn kickstand of a cock was throbbing, he quickly changed tactics and settled his hulking frame in between her legs. He'd finish her off afterward if he had to. Right now, all he wanted was their bodies to smell like each other.

She half moaned and half groaned as his cock placed itself right outside her opening, seeking her heat like a missile even in the dark. He locks eyes with hers. This was it. This is what he and his wolf wanted. But...he needed to make sure.

He didn't know why all of a sudden he had turned into a pansy, but there it was. He fucking hated doubt more than he hated teases. Bella didn't seem to be either one, doubting or teasing him, but still, he was almost past the point of no return. And he didn't want to return back to yesterday or even an hour ago. He wanted to fuck her bad. But he stilled himself, waiting for another brief moment.

"Paul," she whimpers.

"Isabella," he says, gulping and suddenly at a loss for words. He had said her name. He had never called her by her first name before. He had never called any of the women he had been with by name when he was with them. Made it more likely to slip up and say the wrong name in the middle of fucking them, but he had said Isabella. In fact had said it tenderly and could be interpreted into a romantic way, just like in the movies. Fucking damnit! He screamed. He had to maintain control of himself. Bella still hadn't told him to get off of her. He took it as a good sign. She better not be thinking over what this is, cause it ain't that. He better remind her. What the hell, he thought. He'd risk saying it. "Whatever you think this is...," he trails off softly.

Bella nods, understanding. "It isn't," she says resoundingly. She just wanted to feel the feeling. She wanted to feel him. Maybe he felt nothing, but she felt enough for them both.

Ah, fuck, he cried. I…Paul's thoughts end as his head descends the very short distance to hers and he begins to kiss her, his lips making contact and his tongue dipping inside her mouth for the first time. He had slipped the curious, probing muscle inside hers as soon as their lips were found touching with the inside of her mouth the only thing he found that had tasted better than her, herself. His inner beast savored her entire flavor as the taste of one intimate part of her body intermingled with the other and his wolf finally learned full contentment.

Paul wasn't much into kissing, even in the heat of the moment. He really hated complications and kisses, with the gentle melding of the mouths and the elicit groans as each partner swapped bodily fluids, felt too much like...well, kissing. But in that instant, in the span of time, with his wolfy urges coupled with his raging human teenage hormones, Paul wanted-needed to kiss her. And kiss her he did. Paul would think later that it was his intent to possess her more. It wasn't enough to spill himself into her; he wanted every animal in a 10-mile radius to smell what was his. Of course, he wasn't thinking about what the other "animals" would do with that tidbit of knowledge but for now he just wanted to give in to what his wolf/himself needed.

Her taste was unmatched with anything he's ever had. He felt the arch of her torso rub against him as his tongue reached inside her mouth and he felt a deep, warming torpedo shoot straight down his body as it ebbed out to the nearest and next best heating source it could find: inside Bella's body.

His cock head encroached even closer to her wet heat as if it had a mind of its own, completely separate from himself even though the goal was ultimately the same: mate, mate, mate. His strong arms kept him elevated just enough so that she would not be crushed under him, but his legs kept her hips splayed perfectly open for him to overtake her anytime he chose. She moaned a bit in his mouth and his tongue stilled so that she could take over the motion. She gladly accepted his offering and sucked on the small, but mighty pink muscle as it provided the most perfect distraction for her wandering, but dreamy mind.

When Bella had made contact with Paul's tongue of her own free volition, his hard cock surged forward, as if previously rehearsed, and the motion of his hips found and broke through her barrier in one swoop of a second. His entire body was rewarded with the velvety plush hug that felt as if it were entombing it. Bella's mouth (and teeth) clamped down on his tongue. He bit back a hiss without withdrawing the injured muscle and tasted a tinge of copper. She bit me, he thought. Fuck, that's hot. He began to move slowly, her wet thighs already slick with his scent from just one and two thrusts and he felt himself still growing harder within her as she grunted into their combined mouths. His wolf craved more of her and every time he removed a bit of himself from her body, he ached just as hard to clamor back into it. He was no longer himself nor his wolf; he was just without until he could get back inside her once more.

She jerked but hadn't released his tongue, her reflex biting it again lightly instead. Bella groaned, but didn't stop pulling or sucking his tongue out of innate fear that he might stop his magnificent connecting with her body. Her nipples scrapped his hard chest with each thrust he made into her and she could hear the movements they were making in the bed, a very gentle but rhythmic pace that was both agonizing and wonderful at the same time.

Paul didn't begrudge her for nipping him. No one else had ever bit him before, but he wasn't a prude and still enjoyed new shit. Plus, he actually did find it kind of erotic. Who didn't like a little bit of pain when the pleasure of sex was so immense? But what he hadn't counted on was the way he would feel inside her. He loved sex; always had enjoyed the pleasure of that part of a woman, but the way Bella was making him feel now, in this moment, was absolutely surreal. Normally he'd just enjoy the feeling of successfully getting the chick to bed, but with Bella he had to fight not to completely go full animal, turn her over, and mark her for all the pack and the world to see. He had never felt the urge so strongly before.

Her hips suddenly started meeting his, push for every pull when he felt the beginnings of his impending release. That's never happened so quickly before either. His temperature went up and his movements began to quicken. Her stomach and her pussy muscles tightened perhaps in attempt to slow him down but he pummeled through it, attacking her vaginal walls as if he were seeking his lucidity and salvation on the other side of his orgasm. Really all he wanted was their mutual and continued enjoyment of ecstasy.

He can see her face turning a stark, rosy pink, but inside her mouth feels as if it is providing him with the most perfect state of being in the world. "Hurt?" He manages to ask her though their mouths were still together.

She shakes her head immediately, but he's not convinced; however, he's proud that she taking on the pain of him intruding into her body as he is.

Bella bites down her conflicting thoughts. It does hurt, but he feels so good inside her that her muscles clench and release of their own accord, milking his very fleshy, hard cock within. To say "Stop, it hurts" doesn't enter her mind either. Nothing much does. She thinks Paul, Paul, Paul and it remained her ongoing mantra and then before she knows it she's disappearing into a blissful and black oblivion. This isn't like blacking out because she can't breathe. Or the uncertainty of not knowing what to say when his eyes on her. This feeling of ecstasy is something completely new and powerful. And it's shaking her to the core.

Paul looks at her in wonder knowing that she had lied but she doesn't stop him and he doesn't have the strength to stop himself. What was she doing to him? She wraps her arms around his neck and his hips begin to move faster on instinct. Her head bobs up and down as her eyes roll into the back of her head. "Oh...my...Paul, I..." she stammered out. That did it. With nothing to hold him back, Paul explodes. He feels his own seed spurt out of her and even though he still feels as if he's coming back down to his own thoughts, feels the necessity to go at it again two seconds later. He doesn't remove himself from her body.

Her teeth chatter and click softly, tears in the corners of her eyes. Her body mimics his scorching heat for seconds as the pleasure overtakes her. And suddenly she cums. A lot. One second she still feels as if she's edging on a cliff and the next minute she feels as if she's hurdling toward the earth only to be submerged in a very warm bath by the end of it.

She finally eases her oral grip around his tongue, but her arms stayed wrapped around him. He didn't mind one bit, enjoying her scent that now had been mingled with his own.

Paul kisses her sweaty brow with a new tenderness. "Wanna go again?" He teases.

To his surprise, she gives him a resounding, "Yes." And he can't help but feel elated by it. Fuckin' Isabella-leech lovin'-Swan. Who would have thought? Not wanting to disappoint, Paul, with fake reluctance, accepted that this would be his 'sworn' duty for the next few hours. Better get started again, he mused gleefully.

In the distance, sometime after the amorous couple was finally spent, Paul and Bella both hear the sound of at least three distinct wolf howls in the night.

A/N: Thanks for making it this far!