Complicated 10
By: I Should Be Sleeping (AKA: Moar Sleep)
How could something so intimidating be so incredibly arousing at the same time? Perhaps her sense of self-preservation really was fraying because a normal person would be terrified. However, she had never been normal had she?
Sam's eyes widened at the strong scent of arousal saturating the air as he guided Emily a few steps away from the small curly haired female.
Fuck.
He was shocked and somewhat impressed. Hermione looked to be the prim and proper type in her collared dress shirts and pressed skirts. Who knew that she had a kinky side? Then again, she had been imprinted on by Paul Lahote. Emphasis on the 'H.O.' in his name.
It really was always the quiet ones.
Paul inhaled deeply. His broad chest expanding as the muscles flexed.
Hermione found herself entranced by the subtle movement as large, honeyed eyes glazed over slightly.
"Come here little girl."
Hermione saw no reason not to. Moving on her own accord, she found herself in a strong embrace. The earthy scent of cedar, and charcoal with a slight tinge of linseed oil met her senses and she breathed deeply.
Sweet Merlin that was perfection!
Spirits his mate was tiny! Slight thing was too skinny and looked far too pale for his liking. He could easily span her entire waist with his hands and he did not like the light bruises under her eyes. She was obviously sick and his wolf was not pleased. Encouraging her to wrap her legs around him as he supported her weight easily with one arm, he held her to his side like a parent would their child. "You and I are going to have a talk."
Bloody hell. This man could say whatever he wanted. Just let her stay in his warm embrace and let him keep talking in all those low growling vowels and smooth baritone. Her thighs clenched tightly around his waist as a soft breathy whimper escaped her lips.
Sweet Morgana she was acting like needy slag, but who cares? She had never felt such a strong attraction in her entire life! Her magic was pulsing beneath her skin sending pleasurable warmth racing up and down her entire being. She wanted that fire to consume her.
Paul felt his mouth water. Her scent became stronger and fuck him he could feel the heat from her little pussy practically soaking into his side.
Ink, herbs and a bit of apples.
He fucking loved apples. He wondered if she tasted like them?
His eyes flickered gold again as he took another deep breath and practically sprinted out the door and past the rest of his pack mates.
"Fucking hell was that her?"
"Lucky fuck. She smells amazing!"
Paul snarled, but ignored their comments. He would fuck them up later. Right now, he had a mate to take care of.
The brisk air of the forest rushed past her. The scent of pine and wet soil assaulted her senses, but she had little time to process them with the speed at which this powerful male was traveling. His form, despite his hulking size, was swift and agile. Pressing her face into the crook of his neck, she sought warmth from the biting cold and shivered slightly.
Paul, sensing his little mates response, growled low in his chest. The vibration caused her to mewl in need, her hips rolling against him enticingly.
Fucking hell!
He almost tripped!
His mate smelled like fucking sex personified and his pack maters were right. He really is a lucky fuck!
"Shit baby girl. Stop that or I'm claiming you right here!"
That sounded like a lovely idea. Why weren't they doing that right now?
Biting at the soft skin under his chin, she placed a soothing lick to the abused piece of flesh. Her entire form was crackling with magic, the tendrils racing up and down her spine. Her breathing was slightly labored as her mind was clouded with lust. All she wanted was this male between her thighs now!
Ffffuuuccckkkk!
This little bit was begging to be thrown down and taken hard and fuck him because he was past the point of caring!
A low growl emanated from his chest as he stopped and swung his mate down upon the wet soil of the dampened forest floor. He still had enough sense to ensure that her landing was gentle as a wolf shifter was very instinctual in the care and comfort of their mate. His hazel eyes were flecked with gold as he landed cradled between her sweet thighs and breathed in her heady scent of arousal.
Honeyed eyes were glassy in euphoria. Despite the ever-present chill pervading the Northwest of America, Hermione felt unbearably hot. "Yes!"
Paul pressed his lips against hers, his approach a bit clumsy despite his reputation. Unknown to most, Paul never kissed any of his past conquests. Kissing was intimate and Paul never did intimate with the women he slept with. If anything, it was a hard fuck for release and then a hasty retreat.
Was he an asshole?
He didn't think so. He was smart enough to choose women that knew exactly what he was about and made no promises. A few tried to "turn him" but his mouth had them screaming obscenities at him. He had been told he wasn't a people person and well, it wasn't his fault that they couldn't take a hint that he wasn't interested for a round two.
Now, that was all nothing.
This female below him was everything and she tasted like sweet crisp apples and faint cinnamon and he was fucking lost. He plundered her mouth with his own, desperately tasting and the little hellcat gave as good as she got!
Hermione bit his lower lip, sucking the plump bottom into her moth before soothing it with her tongue. He was all heat and cedar and he tasted like dark chocolate. The witch did not care that she was rubbing up against him like a needy slag from Knockturn Alley. All she cared about was getting closer to this Adonis above her!
Pulling back, Paul breathed out a ragged breath. "Fuck baby girl! You're going to kill me!"
Letting out a dismayed hiss as he pulled away from her lips, Hermione narrowed her eyes at this gorgeous specimen of male. "Hold on."
Paul was about to question her when he felt himself being lurched violently to the side. It was as if his body was being sucked into a vacuum and then pushed back out. He landed roughly on a lush, carpeted floor beneath him with his tiny mate above him.
He barely had the presence of self to question her before she was raining down kisses upon his neck and attached herself to his pulse like a fucking burr. Her hot little tongue laved the abused skin with fervent attention and he ended up moaning like a fucking porn star! Hot damn his imprint was fucking amazing!
He was vaguely aware of his hands cupping the delicate indent of her waist, easily spanning the tiny circumference. His wolf was slightly concerned about the rigid bone he could feel so easily beneath his fingertips, but was immediately distracted by this fucking hot thing she did with her tongue!
So lost in their passion, the two were entirely oblivious to the hurried steps making their way up the stairs to burst through the door.
"Hermione! Paul! Get up off the floor the both of you!"
As if on instinct, the two jumped apart from one another.
Hermione, due to her respect for authority figures and Paul because that voice sounded almost like his mom.
Joy Ateara was staring down the them with the disapproving look only a mother could master. Her lips were set into a firm frown. "I do not know how you even got in here without my notice, but I certainly did not expect to see you both pawing at one another like animals."
Paul snorted at the reference before looking away to avoid the sharp glare that was sent his way. He was smart enough to know that look and did not dare test her patience.
Hermione was absolutely mortified! She had practically molested this poor man – not that he protested much – and then apparated the two to her current bedroom at the Ateara home. She could have splinched the both of them!
Sweet Merlin what had gotten into her!?
It was as if she was possessed by a Veela during mating season and could not control her urges! Never had she lost herself like that and then to be caught by the woman that was hosting her was absolutely embarrassing!
Her face flamed a deep red as she looked down at the soft rug in shame.
Joy let out a breath as she looked to the two. Narrowing her eyes upon Paul, she gave him a very pointed look.
She remembered him from when he was young, sweet boy that loved finger painting and apple pie. That changed when that no-good louse Henry lost his job and started to take it out on Paul and his wife Julia.
That twisted the man before her and turned him hard. Cold. Gone were those warm smiles and replaced by cool smirks that hid the obvious pain from his childhood. Paul became angry and the only outlet for such anger was through the random fights he would get into and once he grew older, sex.
Oh, it was no secret in La Push and Forks that Paul got around. There were many women he had slept with, and his reputation preceded him. Once he shifted and grew into his bulk, he had calmed somewhat and stopped fighting so often, but the indiscriminate conquests only intensified.
If darling Hermione was next on his list, she would take him over her knee and then send him home to Julia to get another thorough lashing! Wolf shifting be damned! She kept a thick metal rod in her pantry for times her Quil needed sense knocked into him and she was not above using it on Paul or any of those boys!
"If the next words out of your mouth are not imprint, I will hit you," said Joy with a dangerous glint in her eye.
"Imprint!" Paul practically blurted out in abject fear.
Vampires be fucked and damned. The mothers of the pack were fucking scary as shit! Give him an army of blood suckers over them any day!
Joy nodded her head, thankful for small miracles, but that still did not forgive the blatant disrespect the two showed by practically mauling one another in her own home!
"I am so sorry!" Hermione said, still blushing horribly.
Tears started to gather at the corner of her eyes, and she took a deep breath. She was just so incredibly overwhelmed by everything that had happened today and her emotions were all over the place!
Her magic had been simmering ever since arriving in La Push and once meeting Paul it fanned into a bright flame. Once they touched, that exploded into a raging inferno and Hermione founder herself drawn to the large shifter and she had absolutely no control over anything.
Her magic yearned for this man and she had acted on instinct. However, now that she was able to think clearly, she was beyond mortified and confused! What was happening? Recognizing the beginning of another panic attack, she sank to her knees and clutched at the soft fibers of the shaggy rug beneath her.
Deep breaths.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Paul was immediately at her side, a look of fear on his face as he looked helplessly at the elder woman in the room.
What was happening!?
His tiny imprint seemed to collapse in on herself and her breathing had accelerated along with her heartbeat. It was fucking frightening!
Joy, realizing that Hermione was suffering from a panic attack, gently reached for one hand curled tightly into fabric of the rug and spoke soothingly. "Hermione. Focus on my voice."
Hermione barely heard her. So lost in her own mind, she started shaking horribly as her breathing escalated out of control.
She was now hyperventilating!
Paul suddenly jumped into autopilot, somehow recalling something he had seen on TV and gently reached down for the other hand Joy was not holding. "Hey baby girl. Listen to my voice."
Hermione flipped her hand over and interlocked her fingers with his, her grip tight.
"Good girl," he said slowly, keeping his voice pitched low. "Now, purse your lips for me baby, like you're whistling and breathe in and out like that. Slowly sweet girl."
Pursing her lips as instructed, Hermione followed his instructions and tempo. She took deep breaths as her breathing finally slowed and she began to calm. Tears were now coursing down her face as she looked to this man she had been so intimate with physically just a few moments ago, now at her side and being so gentle and caring.
It was too much.
Paul, sensing her distress, brought her into his embrace and gently soothed her as his little mate cried into his chest. "It's ok baby girl. I'm here and I got you."
Joy frowned at the young woman and shook her head. She knew that something had happened to her, but to this extent? Just what had Hermione Granger been through?
"Where did he take her?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Honestly, probably against a tree somewhere."
Emily slapped her mate in the chest and frowned. "That is not what I meant Samuel!"
Well, shit. She was using his full name now. He needed to diffuse this situation. Quick.
"Emily love, I honestly do not know, but you know he will not hurt her. Also, you have to admit she was not unwilling."
A sigh escaped her lips. "I know, but it seemed so sudden! We have seen imprinted couples meet for the first time, but never like that. It was as if some outside force was pulling the two together in a frantic mating frenzy!"
Sam frowned. She did have a very valid point.
As an imprinted male himself, he knew what it was like to feel that connection with another. He had also witnessed it through the pack connection with a few of his brothers, but the way Paul and Hermione had collided seemed like a storm of passion. The intensity was on another level!
"Despite the walls Paul puts up, you know as well as I that he is actually quite sensitive. I am honestly a bit more worried about how he will react to finding out about Hermione's past," said Emily.
Sam looked to Emily with a raised brow.
"Sam," she began. "You know as well as I that he is loyal to those he loves. Can you imagine his anger once he hears of his imprints – the woman that is the other half of his soul – pain? He will tear down heaven and hell to extract justice and I pity those that stand in his way."
AN:
I am so sorry this took me awhile, but I have been getting horrible writers block.
In addition, I just started a new campaign of Dungeons and Dragons that I am the DM (Dungeon Master) of and since it is my own story, I have to create everything for all of my players.
Anyways, Hermione and Paul are not together. Other than the brief loss of control (which will be explained because there is a reason) they are now somewhat more calm and probably can communicate from there.
Paul and Hermione are going to have a few problems along the way. He, with his issues and her with her own, but I also believe that they can be mature adults and talk. I also think that under all of that bravado, Paul is going to be the sweetest guy and be so sappy – but just for her.
I hope you all enjoyed and I am also laying the groundwork for my HUGE story that involves Hermione and the fey realm with a Labyrinth crossover (that will be a completely AU without Voldemort and follow Hermione growing up!) Was inspired again by Dungeons and Dragons so there will be some creatures from there and also lore.
Thanks for reading!
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