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Chapter 25

Picking her up Paul carried her to the bed, slowly lifted her arms from around his neck and laid her back, when she tried to curl into a ball he put his hands on her hips and held her still, "let me explain." She didn't acknowledge him but she did hold completely still as he slid her shoes and then her pants off. Slipping into bed behind her Paul turned her to face him and wiped the tears away from her eyes.

"I don't want you to go, I've been being a complete dick because I can't stand to think about the fact that you won't be here within minutes of me. It pisses me off to see everyone so happy knowing that you're leaving." When Angela opened her mouth to speak Paul put his finger to her lips, "you have to go because I won't let you become her, no matter how much you say you won't I can't trust it."

"You don't trust me?" Angela whispered sounding more broken than ever.

"You don't know what you want Angel, you're young just like she was there's so much out there and I'm not stupid enough to believe that this is where you'll be happy the rest of your life, at least not until you've tried something else out. I'd rather you go," Paul swallowed the bile in his throat at the words, "and then come back after you know for certain this is what you want."

"You are what I want."

Paul shuffled closer his knee wedging itself between hers the urge to tell her that she was what he wanted too, that she was all he was ever going to want from here on out. Instead he kissed her long and hard before pulling back, "you might not want the same things after the summer is over."

Anger lit a fire in her veins at the words, how in the hell did he know what she wanted, and young, he was barely two years older than her. Flinging the covers off Angela jolted from the bed, "stop telling me what I want, who I'm going to be, who I'm going to become, you don't know anything Paul."

"I know plenty," he grit out as he slung his legs over the side of the bed. "I know more about the world than you've ever dreamt of."

"Oh you do, do you?" Angela snarled as her hand shot to her hip.

"You better believe it baby"

Her eyes narrowed as she took a step forward, "don't ever call me baby."

"Your wish," Paul sneered as he made a bowing gesture.

"I'll tell you what I do know Paul, I know right here and right now that I am in love with you," Angela laughed her hands dropping out to the side, "I love you, I'm scared to death to leave you but I am done with this. I can't do this anymore. You're right, maybe I should go and see what's in that big ole world I know nothing about has to offer me, it has to be more than this, more than the fighting and hurt I've been feeling for the last month." Bending at the waist Angela scooped up her shoes and her jeans and fled the room before he even blinked an eye.

Ever molecule of air had been sucked right out of his lungs, out of the room. His body was stuck still as a statue right there on the bed. She'd said words to him that he'd never heard from anyone but his mother and long ago his father, she loved him. She was in love with him.

Holy. Fucking .Shit.

The realization that she was actually stomping down the hall way seemed to make everything snap back into place, and when it did it rocked him. He fell back on the bed from the weight of it but just as quickly launched up to standing and sprinted down the hall. Latching onto her arm just as she started to push through the screen door he hauled her back, took the two hits to his chest before he slammed his lips down onto hers effectively cutting off the tirade he knew was coming.

Angela felt her body melting into his again, she knew what was going to happen, it always happened this way.

"Stop it," she said shoving herself back from him, "just stop it."

Paul came forward, "is that what you really want?"

Angela wanted to shrink under his stare it was so intense, "of course not."

"Then stop running from me."

"Stop pushing me away!"

"I won't," he snarled before bending over and throwing her over his shoulder.

As Paul made his way back down the hall Angela smiled his bare ass flexing as he walked, with a pinch she laughed when he snarled and then slapped her left cheek in retribution.

When Paul's knees hit the bed he bent again and let Angela land in the middle with a soft thump.

"Don't move."

Gazing up at him from the bed Angela took in everything not caring that he was watching her do so. Paul's hands are fisted at his sides, his entire body was rigid hard as a rock as his breath came out in short clipped pants, "you're going to have to tell me where you want to stop."

The words she said coupled with the chase, his wolf was about to take over he could feel it, Paul knew he needed to stop, step back get control but when his eyes latched onto hers it took everything he had not to jump her then and there. Her eyes were slowly working their way across his body and then altogether stopped when they landed on his dick.

"Not this time," Angela whispered in a voice that sounded nothing like her own. Paul's wild eyes would normally cause her to pull back but this time she refused to, she wasn't going to run. "I love you."

The words hit him, nearly knocked him back but Paul didn't want to be away from her he wanted to be near her, covering her body with his own, slowly he crawled up the bed fighting the urge to devour her.

"Do you mean that?"

Shuddering Angela griped his sides while giving him a slight nod.

"Tell me."

"You know I do."

"We shouldn't do this, you're leaving."

"Paul please just give me this, I want you, I love you, I need you; this."

"You don't know what it's going to mean." As the words came out Paul knew he should stop things, tell her everything, the truth about him about his life, the reason why he'll never be able to leave this place. Shaking his head Paul latched onto Angela's hands threading his fingers for a beat before wrapping her arms around his neck,

Smiling Angela tugs on his hair while whispering "everything, it's going to mean everything."

Lowering slowly Paul can't help but get lost, lost in her eyes, her scent, the feel of her arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers playing in his hair, this girl, this woman, his imprint just sealed her fate. There's no way he's going to fight it anymore, the decision is made.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

Pressing his forehead against her shoulder his tongue darts out to lick the spot at the base of her neck, howling the wolf begs him to bite, to claim. Snarling Paul presses his body into her and slowly slides down wanting to keep the wolf at bay, needing to make this her first time one neither of them will ever forget.

Ever so slowly Paul runs his hands run down her sides, smiling at himself when he realizes just how bad they are shaking. As his hands come in contact with the band of her flowery cotton panties, he looks at her takes her in. Angela's hair is splayed out across his pillow her chest is raising and falling, uneven and choppy making her breasts bounce ever so slightly under the cami that she's wearing. Smiling at her Paul is amazed by the patience he has the feeling of calm that's taken over him, he's going to wait until she lets him know that its ok, and thank god as soon as he thinks it she smiles and shifts lifting her hips.

As Paul's hands slowly start to drag her panties down Angela can't look away, his pupils dilate completely taking over the beautiful chocolate of his iris's normally Angela would shy away at this point just seeing the passion take over but when she feels his hands shaking it soothes her.

"I love you," she whispers again, unable to stop herself now that she's actually said the words.

A growl rumbles in Paul's chest as he rips her panties the rest of the way off and slides his hands back up her legs, wrapping around at her thighs. As his hands make their way up and over the curve of her ass Angela's low moan sends a surge of need through his body, with a little more force than he'd like he jerks her cami up and swallows her left breast as she arches to get the shirt off.

"Oh God Paul." With his mouth devouring her breast Angela can't help but squirm under him. With his tongue laving at her flesh the need between her legs growing.

"Paul, please." Pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck Angela shoots him a smile when their eyes lock.

Smirking Paul keeps eye contact as his tongue darts out and flicks at her nipple, "are you sure this is what you want."

"Yes, just please," with that Angela shifts her legs under him and flushes when he lifts and she catches sight of his length, a bead of come at the tip.

"You're testing every ounce of control I have right now."

Angela's eyes shoot up innocently, "what?"

"The way you're looking at me, you've never-"

"I trust you."

"It doesn't matter how much you trust me I'm going to hurt you."

Looking at him Angela can see just how nervous he is, for once she's feeling the confidence that he's not and it gives her a sort of power, in a bold move she latches onto his sides, lets her nails dig into his ribs, something she knows that he loves, "then you'd better make it worth it."

Paul's eyes snap to her face and he lets out a bark of laughter before capturing her lips, pulling away three words are on the tip of his tongue but he can't force them out, telling her when they're about to have sex isn't the right time, instead he cocks an eyebrow at her and relishes in the hitch in her breath when he pulls her right leg up over his hip and the tip of his dick brushes against her center.

With his eyes locked onto hers he rocks his hips forward and his heart skips a beat when his dick slides up against her wet center, the movement brings back those heated moments just before her prom. Unable to stray from something that is causing her so much pleasure Paul repeats the action until her nails dig into the top of his thighs.

Sliding back Paul waits his tip resting against her waiting for her to tell him to stop hoping to god she won't the wolf isn't even present any more it's just the two of them, their shaking bodies and labored breathing. When Angela bites her lips on a smile Paul slowly hovers over her and sinks forward.

~U~

The pain as soon as Paul shifts forward is almost to much to bear and Angela can't help it when her legs try to snap shut, instead Paul pulls back leans down and captures her mouth. As he's kissing her Angela's body melts, the leg that he's holding becomes slack and she doesn't even realize that he draws the other one up and around his hip.

With her legs around him Paul leans forward again pressing even wider apart the slow kiss meant to distract her becomes more intense and when Angela wraps her arms around his waist Paul snaps his hips forward.

The pain searing through Angela is so intense that she cries out into his mouth before her body bows underneath him. He's so big, filling her up to the point that Angela has to fight the urge to squirm away, she doesn't realize it but his arms are braced on the bed beside her, the backs of her knees resting against the crook of his elbows, he's holding her open, and shaking as he does so.

"Angel look at me, are you alright," Paul questions his voice cracking as he looks over her.

Peeling her eyes open she stares at the ceiling for a beat before her eyes snap to his, the look of worry etched across his forehead is like none she's ever seen before. Any other time Paul's been scared or upset there's a lingering anger there, but his face is ashen, beads of sweat have gathered at his temples and across his upper lip, he looks like he's in pain and his body is shaking.

"I-" her first word comes out as a squeak so Angela clears her throat, "I'm ok," and she is really, because his body isn't moving allowing hers to slowly adjust to his size.

"Could you go slow?"

"I'll do anything you want me to do."

Leaning down Paul wants nothing more than to kiss her, when her body tenses as he slides in further he stops and starts to draw back.

~U~

The forward movement feels like it might just rip her apart but the second he starts sliding back she misses the feeling.

Halting as her legs wrap around his ass Paul slowly rolls his hips forward and watches as her back bows again, this time instead of a cry of pain one of her hands flies to her breast and covers it, an action that clearly surprises her because her head shoots up off the bed and she blushes as her eyes crash into his.

"There you go Angel, make it feel good."

Sliding back Paul watches as her body bows further this time trying to keep him in and the fingers that cover her breast pinch at the pink nipple.

"Yes," her moan causes his hips to snap forward a little more forcefully than he expected but to his surprise his name comes out of her mouth like a prayer. Paul continues this way hovering over her, moving slowly out and with a little more force each time snapping back in. When both of Angela's hands are at her breasts Paul can't take it any more, batting one of her hands away he covers her body with his own and captures her nipple within his teeth. With his hips still moving at a steady pace Paul can feel his orgasim slowly start to build, in an effort to fight off the impending orgasim he clenches his teeth only realizing what he's done when Angela's insides clamp around him and her hand shoots to the back of his head pressing his face further into her breast. Rocking his hips faster and harder into her he can feel her clenching, feel the bite of her nails in the back of his head, and then his name is echoing through out the room as her body clenches him so tight he can barely move his hips. Jerking up he slams her legs open as far as they can go knees against the mattress he takes her in. Her mouth his open, her eyes clenched shut, her face down past her breasts is the prettiest shade of red he's ever seen, when her body stops shaking and a smile splits across her face he's done for.

The feel of her breath on his neck and the soft scratch of her nails along his scalp pull Paul out of whatever the hell it was that just happened. Taking stock Paul realizes that his entire body is covering her, nothing is holding his weight off of her, his arms somehow managed to make it around her back and their bodies are plastered together.

"Are you ok?" Paul can't help but snort at the question, he just took her virginity and she's asking him if he's ok.

"I'm-" his voice sounds raw to his ears.

"You scared me for a minute there Paul."

Clearing his throat Paul props himself up on one shaking elbow and realizes that he's still inside of her, still hard, "what happened, did I hurt you?"

Angela's eyebrows jump in a teasing way but then her face flushes, "if we weren't so far out I'd be worried that people might now what just happened. You were very loud and then," rolling her neck to the side Paul's eyes widen at the bright red ring at the base of her neck.

Holy fucking shit, he fucking bit her.

With a shaking hand the pad of his middle finger connects with the red ring and his eyes nearly cross as her entire body clenches around him, "it doesn't hurt but is very sensitive."

Unable to resist, Paul traces the circle in his entirety smiling when she groans and shifts against him.

"What did you do to me, it feels so-"

With his hand still circling the spot her body clenches around him and she shudders.

Paul's eyes widen as an orgasim rips through her, on instinct his toes dig into the mattress and his hips snap forward bringing on to his amazement an orgasim of his own.

~U~

A heavy weight pressing against Angela's bladder is what pulls her out of a deep sleep. Slowly peeling her eyes open they snap closed at the bright light that shines through the threadbare curtains. Turning her head she smiles as Paul's soft hair rubs against her face. One of his arms is under her head acting as a comfy pillow his leg is draped over her body like a cover. Slowly shuffling out from under his weight it takes everything she has to pull herself up. Wincing as a slice of pain shoots through her lower abdomen Angela looks back to make sure Paul is still sleeping.

Carefully making her way around the room Angela grabs a black t-shirt and a pair of his boxer briefs slipping them on she's thankful for the loose fit. Slowly and gently tip toeing toward the door Angela stalls when she hears ruffling behind her, looking back before stepping through Angela smiles and then makes her way down the hall. Just as she reaches for the bathroom door, the toilet flushes stopping her in her tracks. Eyes wide Angela's mouth drops open as an older version of Paul, one with chin length hair strolls out of the bathroom.