Chapter 29

Paul was driving like a maniac. His heart was beating out of his chest, and his rock-hard shaft pressed painfully against his fly. Bella was palming him while sucking and licking his neck, driving him fucking mad with lust and want and need so raw it nearly knocked him out.

"Baby, careful," he almost growled. "You know I must take it easy with you at first. I can't let the wolf out before you are ready to take him."

"He won't hurt me. I know." Her hot breath fanned against his neck as she sucked the spot behind his ear.

Paul groaned.

"I can't risk trusting that. He'd been denied too long. He is fucking frantic now." Paul squeezed the driving wheel, his knuckles white.

"I know how to calm him. Trust me, baby," Bella said, grabbing his hand and placing it on her lap. She brushed her fingers soothingly over his knuckles and drew circles on his palm's back, relaxing him. "He knows that I'm not going anywhere. He knows we now know what he wants and needs."

Paul actually felt how Bella's words soothed the beast. The fucker was getting rather smug instead. He was purring proudly; his mate was wise and perceptive.

"You are amazing, baby," he said in awe and lifted her hand onto his lips.

She just smiled at him and turned her head to look at the passing greenery that was the forest between Forks and La Push.

"Have you heard back from the Cullens? Are they going to leave?" she asked out of the blue.

His heart lurched. They hadn't talked much about the Cullens, or what had happened to her, not after the day she woke up. He had wanted her to take the initiative when she would be ready to talk. Was this it?

"Not yet. But they promised to let us know soon." Paul and the pack had had a meeting with the leeches at the treaty line two nights ago. Paul hadn't wanted to waste any time and risk anybody else phasing. They had made quite an impression on the leeches showing up, a pack of nine wolves. He and Sam had been the only ones who had phased to human form as the rest of the pack had stayed as wolves. Paul knew that the wolves had always fascinated the doc, he had told Paul that much, but now he could see the awe and respect mixed with a bit of fear, which Paul found as a healthy quality even for someone already dead. Even with the experienced warrior amongst them, the Cullens were no match for their sheer strength. The wolves had an advantage in the very reason for their existence: to kill cold ones.

The leeches had promised to think about what Paul had asked them, which simply was for them to piss off and never come back, but the doc wanted to discuss the matter with his wife, who wasn't present, first before agreeing to sign a new treaty. Paul wanted to wipe his ass with the paper and wasn't at least sure that any kind of treaty was needed after they'd gone, for good.

Paul had informed the elders about the new treaty that was basically no treaty. The elders weren't against the recent development in principle; they just hated not to be involved in the negotiations. But as Paul saw it, the pack was the one putting their asses on the line; it was up to them to set the rules.

He smelled salt and saw Bella wiping her cheek while looking outside the side window.

"Baby, are you crying," Paul felt a pang in his chest, "why are you crying?"

They were less than ten minutes from home, but he desperately wanted to pull Bella on his lap, so he stopped the car on the roadside and did just that.

She was crying.

"Shh, baby, what's wrong?"

Bella shook his head.

"Sorry... I just..." more tears fell down her cheeks.

"Please, baby, tell me why you are crying." Paul felt so helpless. He wanted to help her, but he didn't know what to do.

"I guess it just hit me that E... that he..." Bella said, pausing to wipe her nose on her sleeve. "It just gets overwhelming sometimes to think that … I almost became one of them. Lifeless and cold, something that exists without a heartbeat. How... How can anyone exist without a heartbeat?" Bella turned her big teary eyes at him, and his heart lurched again. She placed her hand over her heart and another over his. "He wanted to take my heartbeat away, make me cold and hard, and he... he wanted to take me away from you …" Fresh stream of tears started to fall on her cheeks, and she pressed her head into the crook of his neck.

"Shh, baby. He tried, but he failed." Paul cooed and pressed kisses on her head. He tipped her chin with the crook of his index finger so that she had to look him in the eye. "No one is ever going to take you away from me. No one. That motherfucker is gone and is never coming back. The rest of his fucking family is leaving soon, and you don't have to see or hear from them ever again. Okay."

Bella's big eyes filled with tears again, and she nodded.

Paul was itching to take his phone and call the doc and tell them to fuck off right this instant. And as if some cosmic bullshit had heard him, his phone buzzed, and he knew it was the doc unless it was Sam. He was picturing the ways to tear him a new one since he'd absolutely forbidden anybody from the pack from contacting him in any circumstances for the next few days, not before he'd let them know it was okay.

"Baby, I think it's the doc," he said, kissing the top of her head. He pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Fuck me; it was the doc.

"When are you leaving?" he answered the phone. He put his phone on a loudspeaker so that Bella could hear the conversation.

"Well, hello, you too, Paul," doc's voice sounded offended. Whatever, he didn't have patience for this shit.

"Well?" he prompted.

"We are leaving tomorrow night. My wife and the rest of my family understand what you are telling us. It's our fault that so many of you have phased, and we don't want to cause you more trouble."

"Good. That is exactly what I'm expecting from you. We do owe you for saving Bella's life, and for that, I'm forever grateful, but you don't belong here."

"Yes, we'll leave, and we won't ever come back. I've written a paper stating just what I've told you, and we all sign it."

Maybe it was good to have some sort of document for future generations.

"Thank you," Paul said.

"Tell Bella that she will always be in our mind, and we wish you two all the happiness and long life."

Paul had had his eyes on Bella's for the whole conversation, and he saw how the tears had stopped falling, and her face was flushed, and then she bit her plump bottom lip making his cock twitch in his jeans.

"Will do," Paul said and threw his phone on the console.

Their lips crashed together, teeth clashing, lips bruising, moaning. Bella climbed on his lap and straddled him. He bucked against her, and she wrenched her mouth from his, throwing her head back, moaning. Paul kept thrusting, and he lifted her shirt and ripped her bra from the middle revealing her creamy breasts. He sucked the other nipple into his mouth, and it hardened against his tongue. Bella tugged his hair hard, dragging him out of his fuck haze.

Jesus, fuck. Paul needed to stop this before he couldn't anymore.

"Baby, Bella, we need to stop and go home."

"Yeah..." Bella breathed, "sorry, my emotions are all over today."

Paul cupped her head between his palms and turned her to look at him.

"We go home, and we continue from this. But first," Paul hated that he had to say this, "when we start and the wolf eventually gets out, probably sooner than later..." Paul was so ashamed that it was hard to look her in the eye, "I... I won't be able to stop him anymore. No man should ever say this to a woman, but I won't be able to stop."

She smiled and brushed his cheek with her fingers. He leaned into her touch.

"Paul, baby, I trust you, and I trust the wolf. You won't hurt me, and I want you, both of you, the way you need to take me. I need it too. I need to know that you will protect me, and the mark protects me, doesn't it."

"Yes, it does. But are you sure? I need you to be sure. After we've gone through the marking, there won't be anyone else for you than me, us," Paul said, desperately wanting her to be sure. He didn't know where the uncertainty came from, probably because he was terrified of hurting her. That she would run for a mile after he had bitten her. He wouldn't survive if she left him.

"You are silly; I am wearing this aren't I?" Bella said, wiggling her ring finger at him. "I am sure. 100 percent sure. I've missed you, and to know that the wolf is there makes me want you even more. I want both of you."

Paul let out a breath he hadn't noticed he'd been holding. And a huge smile spread on his face. He kissed her one more time and then turned the engine on and pulled back to the road.

Bella didn't know which way was up and which down. She had been crying out her first orgasm before she'd realized Paul had taken all her clothes off, and she'd been spread open on the kitchen table. Paul's mouth and hands were dragging orgasm after orgasm out of her body, and all she could do was feel and let him take what he needed. He was absolutely feral, growling and chanting mine, mine, mine... And Bella loved every second of it.

He started to rub the spot inside her that always made her squirt, long fingers rubbing inside, teeth nipping at her already sensitive swollen nub.

"Give it!" he growled.

The tension inside her was building fast; her body just played along with every tune Paul pulled out of her, she was unable to stop reacting to his touches, and she didn't want to. Trashing her head on the kitchen table, she wailed, arching her back as she grabbed Paul's hair pulling him closer to her. The coil on her abdomen started to burn, and as her back arched further, her whole body froze, she burst, screaming his name.

"Paul!"

"Mine!" he growled, lapping at her.

"Your pussy is mine!"

"Yes!" Bella panted, breathing heavily.

"You are mine."

"Yes! I'm yours!"

Paul got up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were yellow around the irises. The wolf was taking control. He had taken off his shirt, Balla hadn't noticed when, and his chest was wet from her juices. He still had his jeans on, albeit he'd opened them, and his big, fantastic cock was bursting out of the hem, and the head was glistering with precum. Bella blinked; he looked absolutely feral and breathtakingly beautiful. She could hardly believe that this incredible specimen was hers.

Paul didn't say anything. When his wolf was present, he didn't talk much. Bella's body was trembling with anticipation, but she would lie if she said she wasn't a bit scared because she was nervous, but it was as she had said to Paul she trusted the wolf; he wouldn't hurt her more than was necessary.

He pulled her up from the table and crushed his mouth against hers. She tasted herself on him. They bit, they licked, kissed, bruising each other. He dragged his hot mouth down her neck to her left shoulder, where the neck meets the shoulder, the spot he would bite. She tilted her head, giving him more room. He nipped and licked; she felt lightheaded under the ministrations of his mouth and hands.

"Mine."

"Ahh yeah..."

He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom closing the door behind them. He placed her gently on her back on the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes raking her body. For a long time, he just watched her but didn't touch her. His eyes grew more yellow. They were mesmerizing, so animalistic but human at the same time.

He pulled off his jeans, and her eyes turned towards his huge erection jutting in front of him. Her heart jumped into her throat, and her mouth went dry. It was enormous, and her core started to ache for him. Oh, how she wanted to be filled by him.

He knelt and started to sniff her body, from her toes and feet to her thighs. He was marking her the way real wolves marked their mates. The tenderness was such a stark contrast to him ravishing her before.

"Mine," he growled as he sniffed her mound.

"Yours," she affirmed.

Bella had never seen Paul as human to be so close to being the animal. She understood that it was not Paul who was sniffing her now, preparing her for the marking.

Paul kissed her injured wrist tenderly. She had taken the brace off. She hadn't felt very sexy having it on, and it was time to take it off in a day or two.

Then he started to kiss and nip her body, and his warm hands skimmed her sides, her legs, thighs, and breasts, making her whole body hum with need. She was in absolute heaven. She was panting, and his chest rumbled. He moved on top of her but did not put any of his weight on her. He dragged his body up and down over hers. She felt his hot and hard length on her thighs, on her abdomen, and between her legs. It left moisture in its wake. The sensation was wildly erotic, and she was ready to explode. She needed him inside her. But instead, he flipped her over and did the same on her backside. Sniffing, licking, nipping. When he slid his large hot shaft between her buttocks, she groaned loudly and pushed her ass up against his pulsing cock.

"Please," she whimpered, "I need you."

Paul turned her around again and leaned down to kiss her. It was a tender but deep kiss.

He moved between her legs and dragged the tip of his cock over her wet folds. She was so wet she could feel her juices running down her butt crack. He rubbed the head against her swollen, aching nub before he started to push in.

"Ahh..." Bella moaned.

Paul growled silently. He had his eyes closed, eyebrows frowned, and lips slightly parted, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. For a while, he looked like a young boy instead of a sexually powerful man who would fuck her brains out.

He was very gentle, and she was grateful; he'd grown after becoming an alpha. But he'd been thorough in preparing her to take him, all of him, he stretched her tight passage massaging her inner walls, and it burned, but it was the best kind of pain that turned into a delicious burn.

He pushed all in to the hilt and panted heavily. Bella was so full of him that she didn't know where he ended and she began. He stayed motionless for a while, breathing heavily. They were both vibrating with the tension. When he opened his eyes, she gasped; the color was somehow different than she'd seen before.

"Time to mate," he growled. "Mine."

"Yours."

He started to move very slowly, pulling back only a little and then back in, gently rocking against her and in her. His whole body was trembling, and she knew he was keeping himself in control. His hard length slid in and out, and his breathing became heavier. His pelvis rubbed deliciously against her nub of nerves, his thrusts hitting deep inside her. She braced her feet on the bed and tilted her hips to meet him. Friction between their bodies was pure bliss. Her orgasm started to build, and it built, and she shattered, clamping around him, and he grunted, arching his back.

He got up to sit on his knees and pulled her ass on her lap, not breaking the contact. Circling her clit, he slowly fucked her deep and hard, dragging out orgasm after orgasm from her body. She was moaning, whimpering, crying, screaming. She saw stars. She was having the time of her life.

He pulled out and flipped her over on her stomach. He lifted her butt and pressed her head on the bed. Grabbing her hips with his big hot hands, he slammed in, and now he really started to fuck her hard.

"Mine."

Bella couldn't utter another word; she just moaned in agreement.

His feral grunts turned her on even more, and she tried to get up onto her hands and knees, but he didn't let her. Instead, he lifted her against his body and continued to piston his hard hot cock into her. She felt that he was getting closer as his hips jerked, and his cock swelled and twitched inside her; her body was trembling after yet another orgasm. She was just barely aware that he licked the spot on her shoulder. She wasn't nervous anymore; she wanted him to bite, make her his, forever his.

"Mine!" He roared as he exploded inside her sinking his teeth in her shoulder and breaking the skin. She screamed, it hurt, but the exploding orgasm covered the pain. Paul's length pulsed inside her shooting his cum against her cervix, making her come again and again and again.

In the midst of an orgasm-filled haze, Bella heard several wolves howling, and Paul joined them. It was so surreal she wasn't sure if she had imagined it or if it really happened.

Totally spent, they crashed on the bed, and all went dark.

"Baby, oh fuck, did I hurt you? Are you okay?" she heard Paul's frantic voice.

She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her, worry lacing his beautiful face, dark eyes raking her face, fingers brushing her hair off her face.

She could only smile.

"M'kay," she rasped. Her voice was raw after all that screaming.

"Fuck baby, I was fucking scared I hurt you."

"You didn't," she didn't have the energy to move a muscle.

"Oh. Thank the fucking God."

Paul pulled her against his chest. He tilted his head and captured her lips, kissing her gently.

"That was pretty intense," Paul said.

"Yeah, no words... I'd missed your wolf, you and him together."

"Are you sure I didn't hurt you?" Paul moved the hair off her shoulder and looked at the mark.

Bella lifted her hand and touched it. She winced; it was tender against her fingers.

"I felt it, and it hurt at first, but the way you came and gave me the most intense orgasm ever, I didn't notice it. It was overwhelming if anything, and by the time you bit me, I just didn't have much energy left, and I passed out. I think I came 20 times, at least if not more. Not that I'm counting, but that's quite excessive even from you," Bella giggled.

"Yeah, it was as I said, I couldn't stop, and we needed to make sure you were ready."

Paul took her wrist and kissed it. "I didn't hurt your wrist, did I?"

"No. You made sure it was safe. You didn't let me get up on my hands and knees."

"Yeah. But fuck, it was hard. I miss fucking you like that."

"We'll get there soon. But I think that I don't let you near my lady bits for a few hours."

"In that case, I need something else to do," Paul laughed. "I think we need to eat to gather energy for later. What if you take a bath while I make us some parmesan ricotta risotto and garlic bread. Hmm." Paul asked and leaned down to kiss her.

Bella hummed into his kiss.

"I don't know what I've done to deserve you, Paul," Bella sighed.

"Hmm. I can think of few things."

Paul was simmering the rice, and he could not stop grinning. He almost wanted to laugh, so he did just that. He punched the air and made a sideways kick, almost knocking a carton of orange juice to the floor. He wanted to go out and run it out as a wolf, but he didn't want to leave the house, leave Bella.

He felt fucking incredible. The best since phasing, what the hell, the best he'd ever felt before. His wolf was content, satisfied, and the man had never had such a rush while having sex, while doing anything, and he was so fucking relieved Bella was okay, and she was still here, with him carrying his mark on her shoulder.

His contentment and calm were bone-deep feelings that he had finally found his place on this earth, purpose, and reason to exist. He knew there was so much more for him than he had thought possible even a week ago. Something had released inside of him, and he was free, and he had the person he loved the most, more than his own life, sharing everything with him. At this moment, he had all that he would ever need or want from his life.

He heard Bella getting out of the bath. He mixed the ingredients making a big bowl of cheese risotto and took the garlic bread out of the oven.

He kept himself in the kitchen, even though he itched to go and take her back to bed, giving Bella the time and space she surely needed. The marking had been more intense than he'd expected, and he had felt how overwhelmed she'd been after. And then he noticed that he could feel her heartbeat, and it beat in sync with his own. Fuck me sideways. Would it always be like this that he could feel her? That was some deep shit, but fucking awesome.

Shaking his head, he set the table, and when he was just placing the risotto on the table, Bella came to the kitchen wearing her robe. Her hair was tied up, revealing her neck, full of bruises his mouth had made. The wolf purred in satisfaction the man winced.

"Come here," Paul said. He needed to see how badly he'd hurt her.

"Don't freak out. You know I bruise very easily. The mark is the only one that is a bit sore; others are just bruises," she said, watching him warily.

He sat down on the stool by the breakfast table and pulled her to stand between his legs, and he opened the robe, letting it slide down her arms.

He could see his finger marks on her hips and thighs and some on her shoulder. Her breasts were full of love bites. It wasn't as bad as he had feared, but it was bad enough. The bite mark on her shoulder was angry red. He brushed his finger over the teeth marks. She winced and moaned at the same time.

That went straight to his already hard cock.

Bella giggled. "That was the weirdest sensation ever. It stung, and it made me want to jump your bones at the same time."

"Hmmm... that will be useful after it's healed."

Paul pulled her against him and kissed her.

"Do you think I could mark you?" Bella asked.

Paul groaned. Her question aroused him like nothing before. Thinking about Bella's teeth on his skin while he was fucking her.

"Damn baby, I don't know, but we're going to try."

She smiled and dragged her teeth over his pectoralis over his heart, making his whole body tremble in fierce need.

He crashed his lips on hers, and he stood up, ready to set her on the table for the round two, when the rumbling noise from Bella's stomach reminded him why they were in the kitchen.

He pressed his forehead against hers, catching his breath. Then he chuckled.

"Let's eat. Then we'll go back to the bed where I'll keep you for the next 48 hours, if not longer."

Kai-lape had been around the reservation for a few days now. No one knew he was there; no one had noticed. Young alpha was too busy in his own bubble with his mate to notice or even to care, and the other wolves just weren't perceptive enough, but he could not blame them; he was very good at making himself inconspicuous, a skill he'd developed to its finest over the 150 years of his existence.

He'd been watching people, the pack, and their imprints from the shadows. Former alpha's place was busy, people coming and going, spending time in the backyard eating and talking. Having fun as young people should. It had given Kal-lape an excellent opportunity to observe the pack. He'd noticed many things, but one was undoubtedly going to cause uproar and heartbreak: two of the imprinted pairs weren't supposed to be mates.

AN:

Who do you think those two pairs are?

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