Wow, so it's been going on a month. I am sorry for that, but a week after I posted the last chapter my 7 year old daughter fell at the park and broke her arm in two places. It was bad, requiring surgery and a three day stay in the hospital. She's ok now, just some pins in place and pain. I finished this up just now nearly 2am and am posting it. Hopefully there aren't too many mistakes. Enjoy, let me know what ya think.

Chapter 26

The lack of warmth and the sound of his Angel's laughter is what pulled Paul out of the deepest sleep he'd ever had the next morning. The cool sensation an odd thing, given that for the last couple of years he's been constantly over heated. Thinking that Angela is on the other side of the bed he shuffled over and then all but shoots up from the bed when he finds it completely empty. The action causes a swirl of smells so thick and sweet to permeate the air that Paul's dick is instantly hard, the need to take his mate overwhelming him. Her laughter floats down the hall again followed buy a deep low chuckle and Paul's body turns rigid.

~U~

Blake Lahote has been smiling non stop since the second he stepped out of the bathroom and nearly plowed into Angela. They'd been sitting at the kitchen table going on an hour and he can't stop talking about his son. Angela could see the love in his eyes for Paul but at the same time she can see the sadness and regret. None the less he doesn't hold back when it comes to Paul, to stories about him as a child or very briefly his mother. No, Blake Lahote isn't keeping anything a secret, he'd even told Angela that once Paul woke up he'd go back into the bedroom and break out a photo album to show her a thing or two about his son, the mischief in his eyes obvious.

As Angela sat taking in his face she can't help but wonder where he's been, and what happened to him. An accident of some sort has brought him back to the reservation given his state but she can't bring herself to ask the question, fearing he might think her rude or even worse fearing he'll stop talking about Paul.

Just as he opens his mouth to tell her yet another story the door down the hall opens the hinges whining their protest and her back stiffens as a blush lights up her body, a zing following quickly after. Her blush only deepens as Blake takes it in and a smile splits his face. The smile grows even wider as bare feet shuffle down the hall to the kitchen. Thankfully just before they make their way around the corner Blake turns his attention away from her toward the hall and waits his finger tapping on the worn wooden table.

~U~

Paul could hear her heart beating a mile a minute as he made his way down the hall, all conversation had stopped and he wondered what he was going to come upon when rounding the corner. The sight that greets him when he does sends a jolt of anger through him, it's not because his imprint and father are sitting so close together at the table, although his wolf doesn't really like another man; father or not that close to his imprint just after they sealed the bond. Nope, it's the fact that his dad is black and blue from the top of his head to the tips of his fingers that are covered in plaster and supported by a sling wrapped around his neck.

"What the fuck happened to you." Paul snarls unable to help himself, angry and worried about his father.

Blake chuckles once while tapping his finger on the table then shoots a smile over his shoulder at Angela who has gone white as a sheet. "Didn't I tell you he'd worry about me? Loves his old man to pieces I tell ya."

"Well," Paul grunts out as he crosses his arms over his chest and widens his stance, wondering whose ass he's going to have to kick.

Blake makes a move to sit straighter in his chair and winces, flopping back against the creaking wood Paul lunges forward before he can stop himself. "Who the hell did this to you, what did you get yourself into."

Blake sucks in a lungful of air wincing again but he smiles this time, "it looks like your old man is in for a couple of weeks vacation courtesy of a seventy foot Ponderosa Pine."

Angela's gasp captures both Paul and Blake's attention, "A tree fell on you?"

Blake nods his head yes while saying no, "it did but it didn't get me too bad. I was working with a greenhorn when the pine fell, pushed him outta the way in time, thankfully there were two other trees on the ground I was able to dive in between. That damn pine landed on both of em and if it hadn't been for that damn branch making it in between the crack I wiggled myself into this wouldn't have happened," Blake finished waving his hand up and down his body.

"How bad is it?" Angela found herself asking.

"Concussion was in the hospital for a couple of days, couple of bruised ribs, broken arm and one hell of a shiner. I should be back to work before the middle of next month though."

~U~

"You sure you'll be ready for that?" Paul asks his hands dropping as the anger slowly seeps away.

"Hell I'm not that old kid, and we've got bills to pay."

Not wanting his dad to get into how broke they are in front of Angela Paul makes his way around the table catching Angela's eye, hearing her heart rate speed up the closer he gets. He can't help but shoot her a wink before leaning down and pulling her into his arms before plopping himself into the seat. He can feel her blush, the heat coming off her body, the scent smacking him in the nose. Paul can't help but laugh into her ear when she squirms in his lap as his dick stiffens.

"So what's the plan then?"

"Well," Blake says while making his eyebrows jump up and down, "seeing as how I've never seen one of your other girls in this house, I feel like I maybe interrupting something."

"Yeah" Paul says the same time Angela squeaks no.

Her face flushes again when Blake barks out a laugh, "thought so, and since I can't do much of anything else might call up Charlie and that old coot Billy, see if they wanna go fishing or something. You know leave you two to it."

In that instant Angela groans and then buries her head in the crook of Paul's neck.

"Ok" Paul grunts nodding his head toward the door.

He can't help the smile that splits his face when Angela mutters, oh god and tries to hide even further. As Blake's chair scrapes backward across the hardwood floor Angela bites Paul's neck sending a jolt down his spine before pulling herself away, "Mr. Lahote-"

"Blake," his dad interrupts a smile on his face.

"Please you don't have to leave nothing is going on for you to- I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in your own home."

Paul's dad looks at Angela, then to his gaze slides to Paul before slowly making its way back to her, "my son doesn't seem to agree." Then he shoots Angela a wink before walking out of the kitchen.

~U~

"Oh My God," Angela screeches while jumping up from Paul's lap and slapping at his chest. "You just kicked your dad out of the house; he thinks we're going to have sex."

Smiling Paul slowly peels himself out of the chair rounding on Angela, the wolf in him flaring as she takes a step back and then another. When she bumps into the kitchen counter her eyes widen and her heart goes into over drive, "I didn't kick him out, and he knows we're going to have sex, he doesn't think it."

Paul almost laughs when her legs start to wobble and her mouth pops open forming a tiny O.

"We are?" Angela as ask her hand shoots to her lower stomach.

Pinching his eyebrows together, he can't help the stab of guilt that slices through him watching her, she must still be sore. Slowly making his way to her, brushing her hair out of the way Paul takes her face in his palms and slowly lowers his lips to hers, placing three soft kisses on her slick lips before pulling back just enough to lock eyes with her, "you sore?"

When Angela tries to look away Paul holds her head still not wanting her to lie, "maybe a little still," she whispers avoiding his eyes.

"We can wait," the words come out of Paul's mouth calm and slow because he wants her to know that he's being honest, no matter how much it pains him.

Sucking in a breath Angela's hands find their way to his hips her index finger roving under the band of the basketball shorts he has on, "I'm glad you came out here with clothes on."

Smiling, Paul kisses her again before drawing back and muttering, I'm not.

~U~

After Angela makes them breakfast, homemade pancakes mixed up from the few things Paul had in his cabinets, her body is full of electricity. Paul hadn't stop touching her the entire time, standing behind her rubbing his hardness into her back as she cooked, wrapping his hands around her hips and pumping his own against her when she bent down to get something out of the fridge, by the time it's all said and done she doesn't give a crap how sore she is, or how much more she'll probably hurt tomorrow she wants him inside her and she wants it like yesterday, literally.

"Paul," Angela moans her voice growing husky from just the thought of him being inside her. The sound gets to him the second she says his name, his body going rigid around hers as she places the last plate in the cabinet.

Knowing she has him, not caring about the soreness of her body she pushes back into him and moans, her hands gripping the side of the counter, "please just touch me."

"I've been touching you the whole time Angel, I'm not letting go."

"No just", and she thrusts her hips back rubbing her ass against him, "I mean I need you to really touch me."

~U~

Shit, she's testing every ounce of control he has. He knew the second he laid hands on her this morning that he wasn't going to let go, maybe a dumb move on his part. The last forty minutes he's wanted nothing more than to lean her over the table and pound into her so hard that his dick is wet.

"Fuck," Paul's head falls back when her hand makes it between their bodies and small fingers wrap around the very tip of him. "You're sore remember Angel; I don't want to hurt you."

"I think I'm hurting more without you inside me."

~U~

That does it, Angela smiles when his hand move from her hips and slam down on to the counter right next to hers caging her in. She can feel his heart pounding against her chest and just like last night right before they made love his body seems to heat up even hotter than normal.

"You're pushing it." He accents the words with a hard thrust of his hips one that has her crying out.

"Teasing me the way you do, you look so fucking hot in my clothes damn it."

Angela's body is shaking with need, the feeling like she's about to come undone taking over her, "will you just touch me already Paul, please just now."

"I don't want-"

"You're not going to hurt me," Angela finds herself practically yelling as she attempts to peel his right hand from the counter.

"You want me to fuck you right here in the kitchen? Where you just spent time talking to my dad, where we just had pancakes?"

Groaning Angela rubs herself against him, waiting him now, hating that he's teasing her.

"I don't have any condoms."

Angela stills for a minute her mind flashing back to last night when he sunk into her for the first time; she felt everything, every hard hot inch of him. "You didn't have one last night either,"

Paul groans behind her pushing his hips into her ass once again, "I'd never done that. Had sex without anything, you felt so fucking good on my dick, all wet and silky soft just for me baby, just for you, only you."

"Please," Angela begs again going on her tip toes to rub as much of her body against his as she possibly can.

"You could get, you could be pregnant." Paul whispers as his hand shoots to her lower belly. His thumb stroking over her skin in time with his hips pressing against her.

Angela's breath catches, a flash of her lying on the bed hair matted to her forehead as a tiny bundle is placed in her arms, Paul's smiling face off to the side. "I don't care."

A snarl fills the room, and then he's on her.

~U~

Holy fucking shit he's losing it. She doesn't care the wolf snarls at him as his body starts to shake, she could be pregnant right now at eighteen and she doesn't care. Fuck he needs inside of her, he needs to get her pregnant if she isn't pregnant already. Angela round with his baby growing in her belly fills his vision and he pounces.

Her shirt hit's the floor, not a second later his hands are cupping her breasts as his hips jackhammer into her ass. The vision of her, the possibility of it consuming him, his wolf taking over, a carnal need taking hold.

He doesn't realize it but somehow as he dry humps her from behind while molesting her tits Angela has found a way to shimmy out of his boxer briefs, his hips are still hammering her from behind when her hands start working his shorts down and then his skin meets hers and he snarls, his head coming down, his teeth connecting with the side of her neck, bite, claim, mate.

~U~

His teeth hit the exact same spot as they had the night before and Angela is falling her body locks up, her stomach clenching to the point of pain and it happens an orgasm more powerful than any of the ones she's had before rips through her body and she screams his name, her hand shooting out in front of her knocking pots and pans off the counter as Paul continues to rub against her from behind. He isn't even inside her yet, the thought makes her whimper and meet his thrust.

~U~

Paul's head is full of chaos and visions of the future, of his mate pregnant, of his kids running around the yard, that is until a cast iron skillet falls off the counter and crashed down onto his foot. It all snaps back into place then, "holy fucking shit" Paul jerks away from Angela, her backside and hips red, his dick straining out front of him yearning to get back to her, to get in her.

"Paul," Angela jerks around concern written on her face. Her nipples are so fucking hard, so damn inviting that he takes a step before stilling. "I won't have sex with you again until we have a condom."

The second the words are out her face drops a mask of sadness sliding over her, he can't help it when he goes to her taking her face in his hands. "I won't do that to you, if you aren't already, shit what if you are."

Angela opens her mouth to tell him once again that she doesn't care, but his whole hand covering her mouth silences her, "you'd care the second that strip turned pink."

When Angela steps into him causing his dick to flatten between them he hisses out a breath, "Don't let me do that to you, at least not now, maybe in a few years, not now."

Nodding Angela licks the hand covering Paul's mouth pulling a moan from his chest then, slowly begins to lower herself toward the floor, her nails digging into his ribs, stomach and then tops of his thighs as she slowly comes to rest on the floor looking up at him.

~U~

There's a huge possibility that Angela might puke, her eyes slowly track their way down Paul's body and land on the rigid flesh right at eye level. It's not because the length of his dick that makes her worry about throwing up, no it's the fact that she's actually going to take him into her mouth, do something that she's never done. Something that she's never even considered doing, the appeal never there, until now.

Taking him in her hand she strokes him lightly smiling as he mutters curses above her, "you don't have to fucking do this." Paul spits out his eyes clenched shut his head thrown back.

"Help me, I want to." Angela says the words so low she's not sure that he heard her until his head snaps down his eyes full of fire.

"Sweetheart," Paul whispers a plea as his hand threads through her hair. Smiling up at him she likes it, the nick name the soft pleading tone of his voice, she's never imagined she'd want to do this nearly as much.

Leaning forward eyes still locked with his, she licks him. Half way up the shaft all the way to the glistening head, Angela moans when the taste of him hits her tongue.

~U~

Unsure if he'll be able to make it through this alive the hand that isn't threaded in Angela's hair makes its way to the side of the counter bracing for support. Her tongue is feather light on his dick, almost teasing. He hates it, yet loves it at the same time. As she works slowly tentatively over his flesh Paul can't find it in him to tell her he likes it rougher or deeper. His eyes still trained on her he's still floored that he denied her sex, denied his imprint of something that she'd wanted so damn bad, something he wanted more than anything. It'd shocked the shit out of him honestly, what the fuck was he thinking.

"Paul," Angela's moan and her fingernails digging into his thighs brings all of his attention right back to her.

"Show me how you like it, what I should do."

"You're doing it," he grunts as her mouth closes over his tip.

"Paul," she's the one pleading with him now, "I just want to do it right, how you like it."

~U~

Deep down, Angela knows that these little feather light kisses and licks aren't really what Paul likes, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Everything about Paul his rough, yet she can't make herself do that to him, worry of hurting him coursing through her veins.

"Suck me harder," he grunts as his hand fists in her hair, pulling, causing pain, creating a zing of pleasure. She does as instructed and smiles against him as his hips rock slowly forward, she knew it.

Angela follows every instruction, begging him for more help when she knows he's holding back. She can't help the blush that lights up her face when he grabs one of her hands uses it to cup his balls, but the reaction, oh the reaction to that. Angela smiles again this time her teeth scraping against him and an ounce of worry crosses her mind before he shouts her name and slams his hips forward causing her to gag.

"Shit, Fuck sorry Angel."

She's not, she does it again and again, almost triumphant when Paul's hips are snapping forward as his hand guiding her head. It isn't long before her eyes are watering slightly and her bottom lip is plump from the friction but she feels it, his dick gets longer harder and then he's asking her, begging her as he draws her head back.

Snapping her eyes up his body his eyes are clenched shut, the veins in his arm and neck are standing out and she knows what is about to happen, wanting it, she pushes her head forward on her own, loving the fact that his hand jerks at her hair, and then she's taking every ounce of him. Her name echoing off the walls of the cabin.

~U~

He barely had the strength to carry her back to the bedroom, but somehow he managed it. While back there catching his breath, he'd heard his dad's truck slowly make its way up the drive. Heard him rummaging around in the old shed on the side of the house and then before he pulled a way heard a swift knock at the front door. Grumbling under his breath Paul peeled himself away from Angela as she slept soundly on the bed, making his way quickly down the hall he jerked the door open and thank his fucking dad he'd found a bag from the small reservation store with a box of condoms inside hanging from the door knob.

The fucker knew him too well. He knew that Paul never and he meant never brought women back to the house, it was a rule of his dad's actually that Paul had picked up on, never let a chick into your domain. Another rule, an assholes rule really, never fuck a woman unless she is the one prepared. "Don't even bother buying rubbers son," his dad told him when he sat him down for the talk at twelve. "If she comes at you unprepared she must not really want it. A man will walk away, a Lahote won't have to." True to his word Paul had never, except that one time on a dare; bought condoms, every time a girl had wanted his dick she either had a condom or she went in search of one. Shit he really was a piece of work.

Shuffling his way back to the bedroom Angela was sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes when he made it through the door, at the sight of the bag, she cocked her head to the left in question.

Jerking the box out of the bag he watched as Angela's eyes widened, "my dad." At that Angela's eyebrows shot into her hairline and she hurled herself backward on the bed, slamming a pillow over her face.

"I can't believe your dad bought us condoms."

"Me either," Paul shrugged knowing that she couldn't see him, "but thank fuck he did."

With that Paul ripped the box open, threw one strip onto the bed beside her and pounced.