The next few weeks went by in flurry of activity. Embry and I would have liked nothing more than to squirrel ourselves away from the world and figure out the limits and possibilities this new connection meant for us. We spent as much time together as we could, but unfortunately, the Spirits seemed to have a different plan in mind for us and the rest of the pack. We scrambled and pulled together as hell broke loose in La Push.

The bloodsucker that had been lurking around the territory finally made a move which set a series of progressively worse events into action. The leech was after Bella Swan, the stuck up vamp-lover that Jacob had been following around like a lost pup. Harry Clearwater got caught up in the fight and wound up having a heart attack while, not one, but both of his kids went through the shift, making our suspicion that Seth Clearwater would be the next wolf to join the pack only partly correct. What we hadn't expected, nor were we even slightly prepared for, was his older sister, Sam's ex-girlfriend, Leah to shift as well.

It wasn't necessarily that Leah was a chick that threw us all off—it certainly didn't help matters—but the fact that we all had to share in Leah's hurt and anger directed at Sam any time she was shifted. That, compounded with the grief both she and Seth felt over losing their father, made for the transitioning of two new wolves into the pack a struggle for all of us. To say we were all relieved that the vampire threat seemed to have dulled down after her initial attack was an understatement.

Embry and I tried to spend as much time together as we could, but sometimes it meant little more than collapsing in exhaustion into the same bed for a couple of hours sleep before heading back out for training or work or patrol. We got very little time to actually sort through how the imprint bond was actually going to work between us; stealing a few minutes together any chance we got. This, honestly, was probably a blessing in disguise given the amount of over thinking I had done in the weeks preceding our sealing the bond.

I got in from my patrol shift and found Embry lying face down on my bed, fast asleep. It had been a couple of days since we'd been able to spend any real time together due to the chaos our lives had become, and seeing him there made it feel like I could breathe again.

It was late, or early I guess, but I couldn't help myself; he'd looked too tempting laying there on his stomach with the sheet barely covering his ass. I crawled up the bed over his sleeping body, keeping as still as I could until I was hovering over his shoulders. I lowered my body on top of his, feeling him shift and stir awake as I pressed my face into his neck. He'd showered, I could smell my soap on him, but underneath was him. Breathing him in and the soft little moan he made in the back of his throat were enough to make my dick twitch to life.

Sex hadn't been my intention when I laid down on top of him, I had just wanted to be as close as I could, but it was suddenly the only thing on my mind.

"Hey," he sighed groggily, turning his head to let me push my face further into his neck.

"Hi," I hummed against his skin, smoothing my lips along his throat to his ear. "It's late. Do you want me to let you sleep?" I whispered, pulling his earlobe between my teeth.

"No," he croaked reaching his hand back to my neck and arching his body into mine, letting me know we were on the same page.

"Good," I practically purred my response as I continued my path along his neck to his shoulder. I gave into the overpowering want that flared between us as I kissed, licked and nipped my way along the skin of his shoulders and back, taking my time and enjoying that he hadn't rolled over and taken charge yet. I hadn't had the chance to put him through the paces, and as much as I loved what he did to my body, I enjoyed having a chance to treat him to a taste of his own medicine, too.

I trailed my tongue between his shoulder blades and down his spine, arching my back and reaching as far as I could without moving from my perch on his ass. I loved the way it felt to have my cock resting between his ass cheeks. I pressed it into him, before continuing the path lower still, shifting my weight to hover over his thighs. I kissed and licked and nipped my way down over the swell of his ass to his thigh. He moaned and squirmed below me. I pushed his thighs wide, sitting between them and kneading his balls before bending my head between his legs. I breathed him deep into my lungs, becoming instantly drunk on his scent; musky, earthy and dark—mine. I had spent years chasing after chicks and fucking anyone who'd give me a chance, but as much as I thought I had enjoyed it at the time, none of them had the same effect on me that Embry did; none of them smelled like home.

I raised his hips a little off the bed, his body pliant and warm with sleep. I gave his half hard cock a few gentle tugs as I latched my mouth around his nuts, burying my nose in the crack of his ass. Spreading his cheeks wide, I ran my tongue flat across his balls, over his perineum and kept going, quickly swiping a wet lash across his hole. He jerked with the unexpected contact.

"Jesus! Fuck, Paul," he gasped, bucking into my hands which held him firmly by the hips. I rested with my lips pressed against the base of his spine, my mouth watering with wanting to taste him again; he eventually stilled. "Do that again?" he requested quietly, leaning his hips back toward me.

Gladly.

I trailed my tongue teasingly down over his crack until it touched the sensitive pucker, and flicked lightly.

"Oh God," he shuddered.

I paused, letting my breath blow out over his wet sensitive skin. "More?" I asked, wanting to make sure he was fully on board.

"Yes," he hissed, "fuck, yes."

"Lift up," I said, guiding him with my hands still holding tight to his hips. He raised his ass further from the bed with his legs spread wide, his shoulders still on the mattress, giving me access to all of him. I spread his thighs a little, running my hand gently between his legs as I knelt behind him. His balls hung heavy between his open legs, his cock fully hard and bending toward his abs clenched in anticipation. A heady mixture of excitement and anxiety filled me over the trust he was putting in me. He was usually the one in charge, and he was handing the reins over to me willingly without me having to ask or take.

Smoothing my hands over his ass I gently spread him open; I moved slowly, letting him get used to what I was doing to him before adding something new. I blew a cool stream of air over him and his hole twitched as he groaned. Slowly, I lowered my tongue to touch that secret taboo spot that held the promise of his undoing. I wanted to watch him unravel; to make him feel even half as good as he made me feel every time he touched me.

I teased and licked, and he moaned and panted in response. I gently coaxed him, dipping my tongue further into him with each lap. I hadn't really considered doing this to him—sure, I'd started watching gay porn and rimming was a pretty regular feature, but I hadn't thought about it specifically. Now, eating his ass was all I wanted to do, ever. He was like a wild animal under my touch, pushing back into me, groaning and crying out for more. I sent out thanks to the universe that my old man wasn't home and I could enjoy every sound I pulled from him.

When I had him slick and relaxed enough that I could freely press my tongue into him, I slowly crawled up his body. I was reluctant to leave my new favourite spot, but I needed him to focus for what I was about to ask and I knew from experience there was no hope of concentrating while someone played with your ass. I kissed my way back up his spine and neck until my lips were at his ear.

"Embry?"I purred against the hinge of his jaw.

"Yeah?" he gasped, looking back over his shoulder at me; his voice thick and raw from his laboured breathing. His flushed cheeks and heavy lidded eyes made me smile with pride; I had done that to him. I lowered my hips from where I was straddling his and settled my cock to rest between his ass cheeks again.

"Feel what you do to me?" I let my hard length rub against his slick hole, testing him. The guttural moan that he gave me was all the encouragement I needed. "I want to be inside you, Emb," I breathed into his neck and rubbed against his ass again. He trembled beneath me and pressed his face into the pillow muffling his heavy drawn out sigh. I could feel the conflict he felt through the imprint bond and waited patiently while he struggled with his wolf over giving over that dominant role to me.

After a torturous moment he reached over, pulled open the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out the lube he knew I kept there. "Fuck me? Please?" he said, passing me the bottle.

Thank fucking God!