The bedroom door squeaked when I opened it and he stirred. I closed it and leaned my shoulders against it, watching as he woke up. Being surrounded by his scent in the small bedroom made it nearly impossible to hold myself back. His eyes landed on me as soon as they opened.

"How long were you out there?" he croaked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"A while..." I said, pushing off the door to stand straight as he sat up in the bed and ran his hand over his face in an attempt to wake up fully.

"I can feel you." His statement was simple but the look he gave me was anything but; it cut right through me.

"Yeah?" I stalked across the carpet to the bed, him watching me intently the whole way.

"Yeah," he breathed as I stopped beside the bed. I could tell looking at him, that I didn't need to explain myself. He didn't need to hear I'd made the decision; he knew. He could feel it; feel me.

I fought with myself not to reach out and touch him—grab him. He'd made it clear that he needed me to submit to him, and that was almost a bigger obstacle for me than the whole being with a guy issue had posed. I wanted him—fuck, I needed him—so I watched and waited for him to make the first move.

I didn't have to wait long. Turning to face me as I stood at the side of his bed, he reached out and grabbed the back of my thigh, pulling me forward until I was forced to put my knee on the mattress to prevent myself from falling forward. His other hand reached up to the back of my neck and brought my mouth down to meet his.

He pulled me further forward onto the bed, until I was kneeling between his spread thighs. Gripping me firmly by the hips, he made me sit on my heels in front of him. My body practically purred at the way he handled me. He cupped my face with both hands, kissing me hard and long, before running them freely down my back and moving his hot mouth to my neck. I could feel my pulse pound under his tongue as he licked and nipped his way down the front of my throat.

He splayed his hands roughly on either side of my ribs, pulling me forward again to meet his chest. He kicked the sheet away and lay back, dragging me on top of him, his mouth continuing his exploration of my skin. My hardening cock rubbed the bulge in his already too-tight briefs, making me gasp. I could feel his smile against my collar bone.

He rolled us over, positioning me on my back, his weight pinning me to the bed beneath him. I ran my hands down over the smooth skin of his back to his ass, feeling the muscles bunch under the thin material of his underwear. He moved his knees to either side of me, placing his hands on the bed beside me so he was hovering just above me. He kissed me hard, rubbing his erection into mine. I arched my back, raising my hips off the mattress to meet his, loving the friction caused by his hips grinding roughly over mine.

I gripped his thighs in a firm hold, digging my fingers into his hard muscles. It was amazing to not have to worry about being careful with him; I knew he could take anything I could dish out. He certainly wasn't being gentle with me either. His mouth streaked hot and wet down my throat and over my chest where he pulled my nipple between his teeth causing me to hiss with the amazing sting of pain that gave way to pleasure.

"Fuck!"

Naturally, his response was to sink his teeth into my other nipple. I fisted his hair—loving that he kept it longer because it gave me something to hold on to—and dragged his mouth back to mine. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, exploring every nook before breaking away from me again, pulling his head out of my grasp and silently reminding me that he was in charge.

He lifted himself in an arch above me on his hands and feet, looking down at my legs expectantly. I knew what he intended without him speaking a word. I spread my thighs and brought my knees up, allowing him to kneel between them. He sat with his knees spread wide, tucking himself tight against me, causing my legs to hook over his thighs. He rubbed his groin against mine again, harder, making me moan in return. He clamped his hand on my hip and worked his bulge over my own now fully hard and throbbing cock, before smirking down at me and kissing me hard and deep.

His hands and lips and tongue were everywhere and I reeled to catch up, feeling lost in the cloud of desire that enveloped me. Every time he moved I missed where he had been, only for him to move quickly to somewhere new that made my body hum. I abandoned trying to keep up with him and just gave in to the pleasure; one hand curled into the hair at the back of his neck, the other fisted in the bed sheet.

"That's right. Just feel me, Paul," he murmured into the curve of my throat.

I had never given myself fully over to anyone before, had never been able to release that grip on control and put my trust in another person, but I couldn't help it with him. He commanded total submission from my body and I gave it willingly—how could I not? I was done fighting against the imprint, I was fighting for it instead and everything finally fell into place.

His hands smoothed roughly down my sides and his thumbs hooked into the waistband of my shorts, dragging the elastic further down. I arched my hips off the bed allowing him to pull them down far enough to free my aching dick. He sat back, his eyes poring over me, before looking back to my face as he licked his palm with two wet lashes and slid his firm grip over my twitching cock.

"Ah, fuck," I growled, bucking into him. His hand was easily twice as big and way fucking hotter than any chick's who had ever given me a hand job before, and his tight hold on me felt fucking amazing—it felt right. He clamped his hand back onto my hip, holding me to the mattress as he pumped my dick slowly, watching me intently as he did. Before long he rose to his knees and bent over me, returning his mouth to my neck—sucking the hollow of my throat and biting the cords as I arched my head backward into the pillow.

My breath came in gulps and pants as he worked me over. When the familiar sensation of my coming release started to build, he slackened his grip on my throbbing cock and sat up. In a slick series of motions that my lust-addled mind didn't have a hope of keeping up with, he had me on my stomach and my shorts stripped off of me. He hauled me roughly to my knees and elbows and bent over my back, his mouth hot at my ear. He reached under me and smoothed his hand over my stomach and up to play with my nipple as he licked and sucked and bit his way down my neck and lower over my back. I pressed my ass back into his hard prick, only sparing half a thought to wonder when he'd shed his own clothes; his hissed gasp encouraged me to press harder into him.

I had never been so fucking turned on in my life; it felt like every nerve ending was on fire. I couldn't wait, I needed him.

"Oh God, Emb!" I panted under his touch. "Fuck me?" I could feel his lips pull up in a grin against the skin of my back and the gentle puff of air across my shoulder blades from his huffed laugh sent shivers through me.

"Please?" I rasped.

"I will..." he crooned, teasingly as he continued his assault on my senses. I could only groan in response to his slow, delicious torture. "I've thought about this too long to rush," he rasped, dragging his mouth over my electrified skin, his movements slow and deliberate.

His hand slid up my back and curled around the back of my neck in a firm grip, pushing my head and shoulders down to the mattress, his other hand pressing down on the small of my back, tilting my hips up and out and firmly in place against him.

I had made plenty of girls 'assume the position' before, but I'd never been put in it myself. Lying there, face down ass up, with my hips jutting back toward him, made my balls ache. Being at Embry's mercy was fucking intoxicating. I felt my wolf rear up only momentarily at the submissive position we had been put in, only to then feel him relent and give in to it; the man and wolf sides of me were united in wanting to be overpowered and claimed by Embry.

He pulled his mouth away from my skin and I missed it instantly as I felt his weight shift behind me. The light trail of his tongue over my lower back and curve of my ass made me jump and brought with it the realization of why he'd gripped my neck; he was holding me down. He grabbed my legs one at a time and pushed my knees open wide enough for him to kneel between them.

His hand left my back. The only place he touched me was his grip on the back of my neck for a lingering moment before I felt his saliva slicked fingers brush against my puckered hole, teasing and rubbing. I flinched at that first touch and he strengthened his hold on my neck.

My body buzzed with anticipation as he teased and slowly coaxed his way inside me. One finger first, which he let me get used to before spitting and working a second one into me. It burned and pulled and I knew the stretch of his cock filling me would be worse—better; I wanted him inside me. I focused on the warmth that spread through me, pushing back into his hand, until he had three fingers buried in my ass, preparing me.

He leaned over me, lightly biting my neck before his husky, strained voice was at my ear again. "You're sure, Paul?"

I ground myself onto the hand penetrating me, breathing my answer as a plea, "Yes."

"If I fuck you, you're mine," he reminded me as he withdrew his fingers. He spit into the palm of his hand and stroked himself while still holding me down to the bed. I felt him press the head of his cock to my waiting hole, and held it there. I tried to press backward onto him, but he tightened his grip on my neck.

"Jesus, Embry, fuck me!" My insistent cry turned into a guttural moan as he pushed himself into me. The stretch jumped the boarder of pleasure into pain and left me breathless, my muscles protesting and clenching tight around him. Emb bent over my back and kissed my neck while he held still within me, letting me get used to having him there. I gasped and panted, trying to find a balance between the agony and the ecstasy.

"Breathe," he whispered in my ear as he reached around and gently stroked my now only half-hard cock; having withered with the initial shock of his intrusion, he had my cock standing at full attention again in no time. He stroked me slowly and kissed across my shoulders until I gradually relaxed enough for him to start shifting within me.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, long and low with my face buried in the mattress.

He began moving, working his hips in a slow rhythm until I started to rock with him, begging him for more by arching my ass up to meet each returning stroke. His hand trailed down my spine from my neck as he sat up, and he held me by the hips, his fingers digging into my flesh on either side. His thrusts increased in strength and speed, drawing a grunt from me with each push.

Bending forward again and tucking his arm around my shoulder and across my chest, he pulled me up against his body and sat back on his heels. With the change in angle, his cock hit a spot within me that threatened to blind me it felt so fucking good. The pain-laced pleasure had me crying out and begging for more.

I couldn't control the stream of rambling nonsense that spilled from me in moans and grunts. "Fuck! There, Emb, oh God, fuck me!"

With one strong arm holding me across the chest, his hand resting lightly on my throat, his other hand returned to stroke my cock as he continued driving into me. His mouth on the back of my neck made me cry out with the overwhelming sensation of him being everywhere.

"Oh fuck yeah..." I moaned, reaching back over my shoulder to fist my hand in his hair, needing some way of grounding myself. I grabbed his hip with my other hand, feeling his muscles ripple as he pumped up into me again and again.

Sweat poured down our bodies as we moved together in an intoxicating, primal rhythm like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I was completely lost in him. The sound of damp skin slapping together hard and our combined panting breaths filled the room.

Without warning, he leaned into me and pushed me back to the mattress; I barely managed to put my arms down to catch our weight. His voice was thick and raspy at my ear again. "Turn over," he said before pulling himself away from me. I missed him immediately. "I want to see you," he breathed as I rolled on to my back.

He spread my legs and raised my knees with his hands holding the backs of my thighs, filling me again, before attacking my mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. My lips were already raw from his coarse stubble and punishing teeth, but I didn't care. I kissed him back hungrily, holding him to me by the back of the neck.

Embry drew himself back and grasped my jaw forcing me to look at him. His wolf stared back at me through his impossibly dark eyes. He surrounded me, filled me, even occupied my mind with the sound of his breath and murmured snippets of appreciation echoing my own; he was everywhere and everything.

I felt like I might explode, or implode, or evaporate or something, and knew I was close; I needed to touch myself. Reading my body like it was his own, Embry pulled up enough to grab my cock again and pumped it hard and fast, adding another layer to the complex rigors he was putting me through, which soon became completely staggering; the tingle in my spine and the tightening of my balls signalling my coming release.

"Do it," he command and I shot my load over his hand, and my stomach as a roar of pleasure erupted from my chest. My entire body tensed and my muscles contracted, squeezing tight around Embry's cock in my ass. He growled in response and fucked me hard and fast until he came inside me with a shout of my name. "Oh, fuck Paul!"

My body quivered and twitched with aftershocks as he rested his head and shoulders down on my chest in a panting heap. I threw my arms around his back and held him there until we both caught our breath.

I felt like I was made from jelly as he shifted off of me and I rolled onto my side facing him on the narrow bed. He reached his hand behind me and dragged a trail of his come between the cheeks of my ass and up my back, making me shiver.

"You smell like me," he rasped, looking down at me from where he leaned on his elbow, his nostrils flaring. His eyes were still wild and possessive as he bent to kiss me hard. "Finally," he growled before closing his eyes and sighing heavily, settling down on the bed next to me.

Laying there listening to our combined heartbeats and still heavy breaths, I could feel the toll of anxious weeks coupled with a sleepless night and a morning of exertion weighing me down, making my eyelids droop.

"You should get cleaned up before you fall asleep," he said quietly with a gentle shake to my shoulder.

"Yeah."

I somehow managed getting to my feet and walking on spaghetti legs to the bathroom and back.

I stopped in the doorway of his room, a towel around my waist, and watched as he finished re-tucking the sheets into the mattress—we'd practically tore them from the bed. I was fucking exhausted, but I felt completely calm and peaceful for the first time in weeks. I could feel from him that he felt the same.

"Can I crash here?" I asked as he turned to look at me.

"You'd better. You look like you're about to fall off your feet." He grinned at me, and I couldn't help but smile back at seeing him so content. I walked across the carpet and knelt on the bed before laying down on my stomach and wrapping my arms around the pillow. I turned my head to look at him where he stood beside the small bed. "I want you to stay anyway," he confessed with a small laugh.

I'd expected the pull to be less intense once I'd given myself to him, but it wasn't; it was different—less raw need and more content—but the draw was just as strong. I wanted to be there, too.

I reached my arm out to him, gripping his elbow and pulled him down to the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress while I fought a war in my head. I knew it was the fucking imprint, but I couldn't deny that I wanted him to lie down with me, even though I still hated the idea of needing him like that. I was too tired to fight for long though, and I shifted over to make room for him. "Lay down for a minute?" I asked quietly. He stretched out next to me on his side and tentatively rested his hand against the skin on my lower back. I sighed at the contact.

"This is totally weird," I breathed, burying my face in the pillow and arching into his touch. He spread his fingers out across my back in return.

"We can talk about it later," he spoke softly. "You need to sleep; you've got patrol this afternoon and you're a wreck."

I nodded and turned my face back to him. "What are you going to do?" I asked, wanting him to stay close.

"Honestly? I'm probably going to watch you for a while." There was no hint of shame or fear in his confession.

"That's fucking creepy, Emb," I laughed, but stopped short realizing that I didn't mind the idea; that I actually liked it. I rose to my elbow, tucked my hand around his neck and pulled him to me. I kissed him hard, forgetting that I was already half asleep as soon as my mouth touched his.

He pulled away after a few moments. "You're insatiable," he scoffed.

"Fuck," I groaned, arching up into his hand on my back again as he curled his fingers into my flesh; the hum of want running through me again and stirring me awake.

"Sleep," he insisted, relaxing his hand and laying down on his other arm folded under his head. I lay back down, too.

He brushed his thumb across my skin in a smooth calming rhythm, soothing me. It was only a short time before my eyes drifted closed and I was out cold.