A/N: If you are digging this check out my other Paul stories, Pieces of Me (now complete) and a Paul/OC story called 21 apologies that seems to be the most popular of my three Paul stories.
In this chapter we finally have a Paul POV (my first one) and its mature content. It's my typical style of personal snippets and back story weaved in, but it's pretty steamy. If not your thing, skip this one.
This takes place the same night Leo awkwardly kissed Akeala, but BEFORE Ava imprinted to Omar, just to clarify.
And thanks for recent reviews! Glad someone somewhere is reading and enjoying!
Paul POV
I stood in the gravel lot by the beach as Leah drove away, staring at her tail lights. Her laughter echoed down to me like an avalanche, hitting me in my chest, making me wish I didn't have supernatural hearing. Was she seriously laughing? Laughing at me? Ugh, Leah. That woman was going to be the end of me. I wanted her for years, thought about her for years, and here she was, just in my arms and on my lips and now I can hear her ride away and cackling.
I couldn't stand it. My wolf was furious and desperate for her to know how seriously I wanted her. My feet moved like lightning and I started running, chasing her car down. I yelled her name with command as I sped forward like a freight train. Suddenly her red brake lights flashed on and the car came to a complete stop. Leah put her car in park, and opened the car door, placing one foot out, twisting her head toward me.
"Paul, are you ok?" she said, alarmed at why I'd be running after her car. I sprinted toward her, and didn't answer. Once I reached her I placed my hands on the sides of her upper torso, dangerously close to her breasts and pulled her up, our bodies now mere inches from colliding together. I must have had a ravenous look on my face as she looked back at me with intrigue, anticipation, confusion and lust all at once. In an instant we both slammed our lips into each other and I showed her how desperately I wanted her. To my delight, she kissed me back. With this my hands moved at superhuman speed around her body. She arched her back and pressed into me as I raptured her in passion.
"You were fucking laughing" I gasped and then went back in to furociously kissing her.
"It… wasn't… at….you. I just… so unexpected…" she said in breaths in between kisses. My hands slid up and down her back and then rubbed her ass. "Acting like a teenager…. Mom of teenagers…" she panted.
I didn't stop. My hands grazed down her thigh and then up her dress. I could smell her. Christ, I'm sure the whole pack could from miles away it was so mouthwatering.
"Paullll," she moaned. That did me in.
"In the car, passenger seat," I ordered. I had become aware over the last several days that she was an alpha type and perhaps wouldn't like being told what to do, but I couldn't help myself. And perhaps because she was caught in the heat of the moment, she listened and didn't push back. Without a second glance Leah slid in the car through the driver side door and then over to the passenger side. I got in her car, put it in drive and drove it back over to the parking lot. I turned the car off and then pulled her to the back seat.
"Really? We're doing this? I haven't made out in a car in a really long time," she said as she pushed me over, kissing me, pressing her core against my member.
"I need you now, baby. It'll take too long to go back to my house," I said as I kissed her neck and collarbone. She nodded vigorously. Whatever hesitancy she had before had left the building.
I pulled off her dress in one fell swoop revealing an undeniably sexy black sheer see-through bra and panty set.
"Holy shit, Leah," I said, snapping off her bra and looking at her delicious breasts.
"I do what I can," She said, coyly but highly confident of her body. She sat up and started grinding against me and grinning.
"So this is 40," She played, with lustful eyes. Leah did look 40 with silver streaks and slight crinkles around her eyes. Her skin wasn't as taut as mine as I wasn't aging as fast due to phasing. But she knew she was smokin hot. Still, I took the bait anyway.
"Maybe hotter than 20," I said. She was more confident, self-assured, and accomplished now and all that made her so much sexier. 20 year old Leah wouldn't have declared herself an Alpha, that's for sure. I pushed her back so I was now on top of her as I took off my shirt. I leaned over her chest and teased her nipple with tongue. While holding myself up with one hand I dropped my other under her panties to feel a flood below. I had smelled it, but to feel it was something else. I started to tenderly stroke her bud and she panted and moaned louder as she started to grind up toward my groin. I was harder than steel.
I made my thumb work on her bud and dipped two fingers inside her impossibly tight folds, pumping in and out.
"Paul… I need… I want…you inside." Her hands held onto my back for dear life.
"Pleeeaaaase," she pleaded, "all of you,"
I broke away from her body and looked up at her in eager anticipation.
The first time I imagined having sex with Leah, I was 14 and she was 16. I went to a football game as a Freshman to see her in her cheerleading uniform and pretty much creamed my jeans right then and there. Her hair bouncing, her ass flying through the air, her legs spread eagle as she was flipped around. I wanted to do it right then and there behind the bleachers.
I thought about it all the time when we were wolves and suppressing it was amongst the hardest things I ever had to do. I wanted her when I saw her 4 years ago at a bonfire, but it wasn't right. She seemed off limits. It killed me so bad I started to bark orders at everyone around me and hit on the closest things that moved just to distract myself.
And now, here she was at 40, begging for my dick inside her. I could have blown my load right then and there.
"The lady gets what she wants," I said shamelessly, but inside I was so ridiculously happy I chased after her car. I started to pull my jeans off and went for a condom in my wallet. She shook her head at me.
"Hysterectomy. 7 years ago." I looked at her curiously for a second, but then decided to focus on the task at hand, discarding the condom. I flipped Leah over so her hands were on the window and her back faced me, both on our knees. I pressed her toward me, finding her nub again and resumed rubbing. She was on the edge and as she began moaning my name again I entered her warm folds from behind, first gingerly moving in and out, but then thrusting harder and faster. She leaned low, pressing her face against the window and opening up a new angle that felt amazing. A stream of profanities released from my mouth and she looked back at me with tantalizing eyes and a shit eating grin. Oh, she was in trouble.
I pulled out, as she was seconds from her release, her whole body becoming clammy. Before she could say a word I pushed her down, spread her legs wide open, resting them on my shoulders and pumped into her with the force of a mac truck. She screamed out in exhilaration as I reached her cervix and rotated skillfully, allowing her to fully feel every movement. She wiggled her fingers and toes andher eyes slammed tight as she made her release, high pitch moans telling me she had reached orgasum.
As she folded over slightly, I propped her up and broke out into a sweat as I came inside her.
As I pulled off we sat in the back seat next to each other, panting.
"Oh my fucking god," she said looking at me as I rubbed sweat from my brow. A smile permeated throughout my whole body.
"I hope taking the lead was ok," I said, smoothing my fingers over her hand. She chuckled.
"If we're both trying to take charge it's never going to work. The real question is will you let me be the driver next time?" She looked at me suggestively and my mind swelled at the idea of a next time.
"Besides, I'm a bit rusty. I haven't done that since Antwan," she admitted.
"Holy shit, Leah," I said, caught off guard. She shrugged.
"I guess my head has been elsewhere."
"Well, you certainly weren't rusty." I leaned in for a kiss and her lips seared mine. Energy shot through me. But then she took the steering wheel as her hand grabbed cheek and she slowly started to direct the kiss. It didn't come naturally, but I let her tongue take control of mine. She pulled out of mouth, slowly biting and tugging on my lip.
"Fucking Hell, that's sexy, Leah," I said of giving her just the slightest control.
Her eyes became dark and she said seductively, "Who knows. You might just enjoy being Beta in the bedroom."
