AN: thanks so much for the reviews, and thanks to astridt244 for pre-reading the chapter.

Chapter 5

Two days had gone by since he had seen Bella, and Paul was starting to be restless. She had written down her phone number on a piece of paper, not asking for his and had left wishing him a good day. It was now up to him to call her, and he was torn because he wanted to see her too much for his liking, so he was fighting hard not to. Finally at the end of the second day he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Her voice said.

"Hey Swan, how about a ride on my motorbike?" Paul asked, without too many 'how're you doing' or shit like that.

Silence caught him by surprise; he thought she would be happy to hear from him. "Swan, are you there?"

"Yes, sorry Paul. I… I would love to go with you on your motorbike." She finally answered, but he knew that something was bothering her.

"What's up? And be fucking honest with me." He growled.

She cleared her voice. "I was thinking about the last time I was on one… Jacob had taught me how to ride it and I crashed into a stone… the sad thing is that I wanted to learn how to drive it just to do something reckless so I could hear Edward's voice."

Paul was stunned; she was really fucked up badly. Hearing the bloodsucker's voice? Doing reckless things? Something flashed in his mind. "Fuck! You were using Jacob! How could you?" He shouted, feeling betrayed on behalf of the little Alpha.

"Paul… I made many mistakes… but I swear to you that I really loved Jacob." She managed to say softly.

He knew that, but at the same time he couldn't really forgive her. "I don't think this will work Swan… I can't really get past anything with you…"

Paul heard her sigh. "I understand… be happy Paul." The line went dead and he stood still. What the fuck just happened?

He started trembling and fell on his knees, he had to fight it. He couldn't phase right now, nobody had to know about her! The pain was excruciating, he was feeling his skin rippling and his bones trying to mold into his animal form but he fought. He thought about Bella's soft hair, the feeling of her body in his arms and finally the trembling subsided. He was now lying on the floor panting, hating that she had taken away from him his wolf, and at the same time scared that the memories he used to calm himself were of her.

With a sigh he stood up, took the keys of his flat and of the bike and got out. Unfortunately he knew where he was going, could he stop himself? Probably, but he didn't want to. Something was happening between him and Bella and he needed to understand what that was.

Why was he hiding her from Jacob? Why was he keeping her secrets? There were too many questions bubbling in his mind, and he didn't want to really have answers at the moment.

When he parked, he took a moment to think if he really could turn around and go back. His will regarding Bella was weak, he hated that he wanted to see her, confront her on her awful behavior, fight and then clear the air. Slowly he walked to her door and knocked. She opened almost right away and their eyes met.

Paul didn't know what happened and if asked later he would say that he couldn't remember how it started, but one moment they were looking at each other and the next one he had yanked her to him and covered her mouth with his in a hungry kiss. She responded immediately, surprising him, her little hands were around his neck pulling him closer. Her mouth was so warm, her lips were softer than he could have imagined. He tasted her tentatively with his tongue, and Bella opened her mouth with a low moan. There was no stopping his desire to savor her, to take what she was willingly offering.

He opened his eyes and he was panting, so was she. Both their hearts were beating wildly and he was freaking out badly. "What the fuck!" He swore and took a step back from her.

Her hair was disheveled, and her mouth was red and puffy. She looked so desirable in that moment, but she was Jacob's. His mind though reminded him she was no one's; she had chosen to let Jake go when she had picked the bloodsucker. But could he really do it? Take her and keep her for as long as he wanted?

"I'm not Jacob." He told her. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. "I don't play nice, I'm not going to change my behavior and I don't want a serious relationship."

Bella was watching him intently. "I haven't asked for one." She whispered.

He nodded. "Okay." He started pacing back and forth. "I don't fucking know why I kissed you." He finally spat.

"I don't know either, but does it matter? We're here alone, nobody knows about us... I'm not looking for love... maybe just some warmth and... not to feel so alone and broken anymore." She told him seriously.

"If I take you to my bed, whatever we have stays there. I don't want to get involved with you... besides I might imprint and then it'll be all a moot point." He told her.

"Okay." She said and then did something that shocked him to the core. She took off her top, slowly she unclasped her bra and then she unzipped her jeans. She was there in front of him in just her panties.

Paul was watching her, his hands were itching to touch her body but his mind was blank. He thought he would go to her house and tell her to fuck off and instead he was contemplating to fuck her senseless. Nothing of his relationship with Bella made sense, why starting to bother now? He never had so much as a conscience so fuck Jacob and everyone else!

Bella was standing there, with her chin high and her eyes were challenging him. He took off his t-shirt and then sauntered to where she was. He picked her up and walked towards her bedroom. Nothing was being said, and it suited him best. After all everything had been discussed, they were going to fuck and nothing else.

But when something was that easy with Bella Swan? Never, he knew he was going to bite more than he could chew.
Paul opened the door of her bedroom and then stepped in, there was no going back.

As soon as he got inside he closed the door behind. He put her down and they were still looking at each other with an intensity that both turned him on and scared him in equal parts. A growl escaped his mouth; it had been too long since he had phased the last time and the wolf wanted out. She had fucked a leech so she could take a werewolf.

Bella tried to touch his chest, but he grabbed both her wrists with one of his hand, she tried to pull her hands free but he tightened his grip. He wanted total control and the sooner she understood the better for her. He then slowly leaned until he was almost kissing her mouth again, but at the last moment he kneeled and ran his mouth down from her jaw until her breasts, when he reached her right nipple he took it into his mouth and bit gently, not hard enough to hurt her but enough to stimulate a reaction from her.

Bella moaned and swayed on her feet, he then looked up at her, let go of her wrists and placed his hands on her face. She was watching him with her pupil dilated and she was panting, the scent of her arousal was reaching his nostrils and contributing to get him even more excited if it was possible.

"Bella… are you sure?" He asked one last time because the force of their mingled emotions was scaring him, and he hoped that she could let him free.

A tear fell from her left eye and he took it away. "Yes." She just whispered and he crushed his mouth again on hers.

He was so hard that it almost hurt; never had he wanted a woman this way. It was ironic that it was Bella Swan, had his antagonism towards her always been because he felt drawn to her? He growled and pulled his mouth away. Slowly he kneeled again in front of her and took her panties with his mouth, taking them down and leaving her all exposed to him.

Bella hadn't said a word; she was watching him not daring to touch him probably scared that he would stop her again. And she was damn right, he was in charge. He stood up again and said, "Laid down on the bed."

She quickly complied and he stood there watching her for a moment longer, she was beautiful and she was going to be his. He took off his jeans and underwear, and crawled onto the bed until he was on top of her and impatiently kissed her again. The wolf wanted her as much as he, never before he had felt his need to bite and mark a woman, Paul was on the verge of losing control.

"Fuck me Paul!" She half whispered and half begged.

Paul let his humanity go, her words had undone him. He moved his hands all over her body, onto her breasts cupping and then kneading them, his fingers rolled her nipples and she cried out and arched towards him. A snarl escaped his mouth, they were so close, their bodies were almost one. But it was too soon, he wanted to enjoy every single inch of her delectable body, so he moved one of his hands away and replaced it with his mouth, he flicked his tongue across her nipple, fast, quick and aggressively. The increase in the scent of her arousal told him that she liked it; he moved his mouth to the other nipple and grazed it.

Bella looked at him intensely and then moved her hands trying to touch him again, he stopped her. "Tonight's on me Swan, you'll get your turn next time." She bit her lip and nodded, letting her hands fall on the bed.

Paul kissed her again and at the same time he slid his hand down her stomach until he reached her thighs, with one of his finger he entered her and he groaned when he felt how wet she was for him.

The wolf almost howled, very possessive of this little white woman under him. He wanted the world to know that she belonged to him.

Paul stopped fighting both his desire and the wolf, and slid a second finger inside of her to stretch her more, he was well endowed by any standard and she felt so tight.

"More Paul, please I want you inside me." She begged him.

Paul couldn't stop even if he had tried, quickly took his hand away and slowly pushed inside of her. He was thrusting in and out forcefully, feeling her gripping around him.

"Faster." She was moaning.

He complied and moved faster, she placed her hands on his forearms and he could feel her nails digging in his skin, which was arousing him even more. Bella was raising her hips to meet his body and they were creating a fast and hard rhythm. He knew he couldn't last much more, all he felt and saw was Bella, her scent was driving him crazy.

"Come with me Swan." He said while moving one of his hands on her clit and stimulating it while still moving in and out, she came moaning and when she tightly gripped him he came too. He stopped the wolf before he could bite her on her shoulder;he rolled on the side and took her with him.

Paul was shocked both by the force of his reaction to her body and to the need of the wolf to mark her.

What did that mean? She wasn't his imprint but if he marked her would it mean that she was it for him?

Fear gripped his heart he wasn't ready to commit, and definitely not on Bella Swan. Bella was just breathing harshly, her silence was scaring him.

"Are you all right?" he asked and when he turned to look at her he noticed that she was crying. "Fuck Bella! Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head and looked at him with teary eyes. "I didn't know it could be so intense and amazing… I've never…"

Paul didn't let her finish the phrase; he took her in his arms and let her cry. Her experience with the bloodsucker must have been horrific; she needed to let out some of her pain.

When he felt that she had stopped crying he looked down and noticed that she had fallen asleep. Paul didn't cuddle or stay after sex, but this time he didn't feel like he could leave.

A sigh escaped him, he was stuck there with Bella until the next day, slowly trying not to wake her he settled better onto her bed and then sleep claimed him too.