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Chapter Eight
Paul's POV
I watched as Bella spoke to her father for the first time in months. The Chief had called nearly every day and when Sam answered the phone this afternoon, he'd almost immediately handed it to Bella.
She still hadn't spoken to Sam or Emily, but once she was left alone with me in the living room, she had hesitantly brought the phone to her ear.
"Hello? Sam? You still there?" Charlie's concerned voice came through the phone.
"Dad?" Bella whimpered, clutching the phone.
"Bells?" Charlie croaked.
"Yeah," Bella answered with a half sob, half laugh.
"Oh, God, sweetheart. It's so good to hear your voice," Charlie practically sobbed.
"You, too. I miss you," Bella murmured emotionally.
"I miss you, too, honey. I should be home within a week or two. This case is almost wrapped up. How do you like Sam and Emily's?" Charlie asked.
"I like it. They've been really nice to me," Bella told him slowly.
"Good, good. You keeping busy?" Charlie asked, clearly trying to keep her talking.
"I spend a lot of time with Paul, but I help Emily around the house. Sam is usually busy with work," Bella said, still sounding as though she was struggling to find the right words and push them out.
She looked over at me, giving me a small smile. I winked in return, loving the blush that spread over her cheeks.
"That's good, Bells. That's real good. Listen, honey, I gotta go. I'm expected back in court in an hour. It'll take me thirty minutes just to get through security," Charlie informed her regretfully.
"Okay. I love you, Dad," Bella whispered.
"Love you, too, Bells. I'll call you later. Be good," Charlie instructed gruffly.
She stared at the phone well after she had hung up, as if unwilling to let go of that link to her father.
"Alright, Swan?" I asked casually.
"Yeah," Bella sighed, sinking onto the couch.
I moved across the room to sit beside her, throwing an arm around her shoulders. She turned into my warmth, throwing a leg over mine and wrapping her arms around my middle. I smiled into her hair, my wolf growling happily at her closeness.
"You're vibrating," Bella mumbled, rubbing her cheek against my chest.
"My wolf is happy," I told her, twisting my fingers in her hair.
"Oh," Bella breathed.
I waited, sensing she had more to say, but not wanting to push her.
"Can I see him?" Bella asked.
I froze, my entire body tensing as I fought to control the urge to phase right there.
She actually wanted to see my wolf.
None of the imprints were very comfortable with us in our wolf forms, but this little girl, who might not even be an imprint, wanted to see my wolf. The thought rocked me to my core.
"Come with me," I demanded, slipping from underneath her.
I practically dragged her from the house, lifting her into my arms when she stumbled coming down the steps. Not pausing my stride, I walked into the nearby woods, disappearing from easy sight. Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding on tight as I leapt over rocks and trees.
Once I was sure we weren't going to come across a wandering human, I set her down carefully. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I made her look at me.
"Are you sure you want to see him?" I asked, needing to make sure she was going to be okay.
"He won't, like, want to eat me or anything, right?" Bella asked, a little concerned.
I huffed a laugh, thinking of all the things my wolf wanted to do to her.
"No. At least, not in the sense you're thinking about," I smirked.
She blushed prettily for me as I stepped back. Not bothering with trying to hide, I slipped out of my shorts, laughing as her blush increased.
She didn't turn away.
Her eyes ran up and down my body, turning my blood into fire. My reaction to her was uncontrollable as her eyes fastened on my rapidly growing cock. Her eyes snapped up to meet my gaze.
Shooting her a smirk, I fell forward, allowing the wolf to take over. My hands touched the ground as paws and I shook out my fur. My nose twitched as her scent wafted over me and my wolf practically purred at the sweet smell.
Bella seemed to be waiting for me to make the first move. Carefully, so as not to startle her, I walked up to her. Her head barely came up to my shoulders and I had to lower my head to stare into her eyes.
"You're really beautiful, you know?" Bella smiled softly, her eyes wide in awe as I sat down in front of her.
I chuffed at her gently, enjoying the way her giggle made the wolf's ears twitch forward.
Hesitantly, her hands came up and brushed across my face. The wolf shuddered at the intense pleasure of having her touch him. He'd been craving it since we'd first laid eyes on her.
"So soft," Bella murmured, moving her hands to the fur behind my ears.
A soft pull down my back pull me out of the happy place Bella was putting me in. I turned around when it became more persistent.
Holy shit.
My tail was wagging!
Bella giggled, leaning around me to look at the offending limb. Her fingers scratched behind my ears, drawing my attention back to her completely.
Damn, she was beautiful.
The wolf whined, leaning forward to rub our nose against hers before licking her cheek.
"Paul!" Bella gasped, laughing as she rubbed the saliva off her face.
I pushed against her until her back was pressed against a nearby tree, my nose pressed against her chest, right over her heart. The gentle beating soothed something inside the wolf, calming the nervous energy that always flowed beneath the surface.
The change happened before I could stop it and I suddenly found myself staring down into a pair of molten chocolate eyes. The trembling in my hands couldn't be helped as I brought them up to frame her face. Tracing her lower lip with my thumb, I leaned into her until there was no part of us that wasn't connected.
"Paul," Bella breathed, her hands coming to rest overtop mine.
I knew I should turn and walk away. I knew she wasn't completely healed and that she still had a long way to go before she would be able to trust people again.
But she trusted me.
And, for now, that was enough. The rest could come later. Her story, the leeches, Jacob, her dad, the Elders. Hell, even the pack.
None of it mattered.
Because suddenly her lips were on mine and our tongues were meeting and her hands were in my hair and my hands were sweeping over her body and it was so fucking perfect I never wanted it to end.
She made a soft moaning sound in the back of her throat that went straight to my dick. It took everything I had not to throw her down and fuck her until she couldn't see straight, until I was the only thing real in her world.
She was so soft compared to me, so incredibly fragile. It terrified the man, but the wolf was confident that we could protect her.
No one was taking what belonged to us.
Her tiny hands tugged at my hair, bringing me back to the kiss. I nipped at her plump bottom lip, loving the way she submitted to me, her body conforming to mine. My hands moved down to cup that sweet little ass of hers, pulling her up against my cock.
I groaned at the feel of her denim clad pussy sliding over the sensitive head. Her whimper fueled my hunger for her and I began thrusting against her, eager to feel her nails clawing down my back as she climaxed for me. She panted softly, moaning with each thrust, her hands clutching at my shoulders to balance herself.
As if I would let her fall.
The wolf hated the clothes keeping her soft skin from us, but the man was too impatient to take them off her. I promised the wolf that next time we would have her naked before us.
"Please, Paul. Please," Bella whined, writhing in my arms.
"I know," I growled back, angling her so that my dick was hitting her clit with each thrust.
"Oh, God!" Bella cried, her nails dragging down my arms.
"Ride me, Swan. Fuck, yeah," I panted, increasing my pace.
Oh, fuck!
Her teeth embedded in my shoulder, drawing blood as she screamed through her climax. The pain was enough to send me over and I came all over her, the tree, and the forest floor.
She kept her head on my shoulder as we struggled to catch our breath, my arms wrapped around her possessively.
There was no way in hell I was giving her up now.