Chapter 27

Slow and steady breaths, slow and steady breaths, Paul continued to chant the same line over and over to himself for the last hour. If one more person grabbed Angela's arm and drug her off further away from him he was going to totally lose his shit. She was leaving him tomorrow. Scratch that, Paul thought to himself as he clinched his fists, she was leaving tomorrow. She wasn't leaving him although it damn sure felt that way. Grumbling under his breath Paul watched his imprint from across the yard fighting the urge to snarl at any man, hell at this point any woman that touched his imprint. The hair on his arms had been standing on end since before they had gotten to this joke of a party, not to mention the tension in every single one of his muscles, it was truly fucking with him how acutely aware this full bond had made him of her. It was like he didn't have to watch her to see her, to know every little move she made, or every move someone made within a few feet of her.

It was because of that feeling Paul shot too his feet and launched himself over the bonfire to her side with his arm wrapped around her shoulders before that little shit Eric could get to her. Everyone around her stood there looking at them stupidly, their mouths ajar eyes wide as saucers. The tension in Paul grew unsure of Angela's reaction until she laughed and cuddled into his chest.

"Well that was a fancy move," Angela said while patting his stomach.

"Just wanted to check in and see how things were going."

Angela gave him a face before stepping back, "actually I was just getting ready to tell Eric goodbye so we could head out, I'm getting kind of tired."

Nodding his head Paul pulled her back into his side when he heard Eric step toward them, "you're leaving already?"

"I know it's early but my parents want to have dinner with me one last time before I leave tomorrow afternoon."

"Damn," Eric said while shaking his head, "sucks that you have to leave before summer even starts. As he stepped forward for a hug, Paul had to fight the growl that was working up his chest and pulled Angela closer into his side. Eric chuckled while shaking his head but still managed a one armed hug.

After ten more minutes of well wishes and hugs from her friends Paul was ready to pick her up and carry her back to the rez, too bad Angela was driving her little crackerjack car and they were steered right toward her house.

"So you're not staying over tonight then." Paul kind of hated the accusatory tone in which those words came out, but he didn't want to let her out of his sight until he absolutely had to.

"Believe me Paul, I'd love to stay over again, but I don't even have my bags packed yet and my flight is tomorrow at four."

Angela stopped at a stop sign looked down at her lap before shooting him a wink, "you can stay with me though."

~U~

Dinner was nothing like Paul had expected it to be. When they got to Angela's house no one came out to greet them like they normally did, and when they got inside it was dark and quite. Looking over her shoulder at Paul Angela just opened her mouth to say something when Isaac jumped out from behind the doorway and screamed surprised. From then on it was pretty much chaos. During the day her family had driven to Port Angeles and picked Angela's grandmother up from the retirement community that she lived in and somehow managed to set up the house for a mini going away party. Paul was shocked when he saw her; the woman must have been in her early nineties. The night was filled with stories from her parents and her grandmother that Paul soaked in. Angela however didn't seem too thrilled that her grandmother shared that she used to take her underwear off and parade around the backyard singing I'm a little tea pot.

When it was closing in on eleven o'clock both of the boys passed out at the table and Paul had to help Angela's grandmother to the tiny guest room. After telling her and her parents goodnight Paul went into the woods and circled around the back, as the minutes ticked on Paul almost felt guilty for wanting the time she was taking to talk to her parents to hurry up, he just wanted to be with her before she left. When he heard her start to cry it took everything he had not to jump up and run to her, instead he held onto the side of the hammock and breathed a sigh of relief when she finally calmed down and told her parents she needed to go upstairs to start packing.

~U~

The lock on the door had barely fully engaged when Angela felt him come up behind her. As soon as his hands came down onto her shoulders a shudder racked through her body, turning into his arms she broke down into a fit of sobs.

~U~

Paul wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do; Angela had never really broken down and cried. Sure they'd gotten into it a time or too and she had eventually ended up crying but Paul was smart enough to know that those were pissed off tears. By the way her body continued to shake as she clutched at his shirt he knew this was different. Kissing the top of her head and rubbing her back clearly wasn't cutting it so Paul bent down and picked her up. Turning toward the bed he made it there in two short strides and laid back, her body draped over his own. She was still crying but the shaking had subsided so Paul figured that he must have done something right. It was still nearly thirty minutes before she stopped crying and her body went slack against his but eventually her breathing evened out and she fell asleep in his arms.

~U~

It was going on two thirty in the morning when Paul woke up, Angela's fingernails tracing over his shirt digging in just slightly when they got to his belly button. Controlling his breathing Paul didn't want her to know that he was awake, he wanted to know just what it was she wanted to do to him. So he laid there in agony for who knew how long until she popped the button of his shorts reached in and palmed him roughly with a quiet moan. It was then that the flip switched, without warning Paul jerked up and rolled them over settling himself between her legs while nipping at her neck.

"You not tired anymore Angel."

Another moan was all he got.

"I need you, want to be inside you so bad I can't stand it." Paul grit out as he pressed himself further in between her legs, "you ok now Angel?"

"Yes." Angela's answer was both pleading and blunt.

"You want this, want me again?"

"Please Paul, just touch me."

Not needing to be asked twice Paul threaded his hand under Angela's shirt and palmed her breast, relishing in the deep moan that she gave him.

"I want to fuck you so bad, but I want to make it last too, can't have you forgetting me while you are away."

Angela stilled then, taking Paul's face in her hands, "never." It was a vow sealed quickly with a rough kiss.

The warmth that spread through is body at that moment was enough to make Paul come undone, jumping from the bed he ripped his shirt over his head then shed his shorts as Angela lounged on the bed watching in rapt attention.

Palming himself roughly Paul sucked in a deep breath the moment Angela's eyes zeroed in on his hand, "you like that Angel? Watching me jack myself, know this dick is going to be pounding that sweet little pussy of yours in just a minute?" Paul waited, waited for the blush appear, waited for her to look away all shy like she would have before, instead she shocked the shit out of him when she licked her lips, rolled over onto all fours and crawled across the bed toward him.

When she got to the side she brought herself up onto her knees and crooked a finger at him, "c'mere Paul." He did without even realizing it, his hand still stroking roughly up and down. When they were close enough to touch Angela slipped her shirt off and popped the front snap of her bra and flung it across the room. "I want you to make me feel everything, every inch of you, all of it," Angela whispered while placing her palm against his erratically beating heart.

The next hour was a blur of Angela moaning, cussing under her breath; to his pleasure, screaming his name into her pillow and biting, lots and lots of biting which only turned him on more. It was an hour of skin on skin nothing in between them and Paul found himself more than once hating the fact that his wolf, hell that the man in him didn't dare make Angela aware of the fact that he hadn't put on a condom. He needed this, needed to feel every part of her unprotected, needed to know that she felt every part of him. That he was going to be with her his claim on her. When he pulled the last orgasm out of her Paul watched as the flush ran up her neck and into her cheeks, watched the way her front teeth poked out and bit down on her bottom lip so hard he thought it might bleed, hoped that it might so he could taste her. He concentrated on her face the fluttering of her eyelashes, the twitching of her body in unison with her body gripping his cock. He tried to last, tried to fight it off so he could keep watching her, soak it all in, but her body wrapped around him squeezing him tight was too much and he let himself go. Angela jerked as soon as he started coming, his warmth filling her up, and as he came down her fingernails were at it again, scratching with less intensity of every swipe down his back and on his ribs. When her hands finally stopped and dropped to the bed Paul's vision became clear once again and his heart nearly stopped beating the look on her face.

Still inside her Paul reached to her bedside table, plucked her camera out of the drawer, flicked off the cap and snapped a picture before she even realized what he was doing.

"Oh my god," Angela screeched while covering her chest, "what are you doing."

Smiling a wicked smile Paul rolled his hips and snapped another shot when her eyes rolled back, "do you think you could stand another round beautiful?"

When Angela opened her mouth Paul knew she was going to protest so he rolled his hips again, working a groan out of her.

"You'd better not get my boobs in any of those pictures."

Fuck yeah.

Slowly Paul worked Angela over all the while hovering over her, he could see the pleasure in her eyes and every time she made a different face, every time her skin would flush a darker color he'd snap another picture. It made him hard as hell his body not touching hers but taking in every single thing that was going on, he took pictures of the way her hands gripped the sheets even twisting at one point to take a picture of her toes which were curled up because the angel he needed to accomplish that. He didn't look at the pictures as he took them he knew each and every one of the snaps on that camera would be emended in his mind but the act of it, the fact that she trusted him enough to let him take pictures of him while she was laying naked before him flayed him. When she was ready to come again Paul put the camera too the side, snapped his hips hard twice and watched her come apart under him.

~U~

Settling himself down against her body Paul kissed her neck, jaw and then finally her lips, "I'm going to miss you."

The smile on her face was quickly replaced with a frown and Paul wanted to kick himself, "don't cry again Angel."

Angela sucked in a deep breath pressing their bodies together then opened her eyes and exhaled, "I'm going to try not too, and Paul I'm going to miss you too, I'm not sure you know or you believe it, but I love you."

"I know you do Angel."

Paul wanted to kick his own ass when he saw her eyes dim just a little by him not saying the words back, but he couldn't he realized. He knew that he loved her, of course he did, how could he not love this awesome woman that was his. Thing was he wasn't going to tell her that he loved her because he knew that he was going to keep lying to her. He wasn't ready to tell her about what he became and why, so there was no way he was going to hurt her by telling her that he loved her then lie to her about the biggest part of his life, but fuck if he wanted to.

~U~

Sunrise was a little over an hour away when Paul woke again, Angela wrapped around him, her room barely bathed in light. He lay there for a few minutes just soaking in the feel of it, the smell of their joined scent before he looked around the and realized what a fucking mess it was, and then that Angela had never packed. Clenching his eyes Paul rolled out of her arms and quickly stuffed a couple of pillows under her. Pulling on his jeans Paul made his mind up and got to work.

~U~

When Angela woke some hours later Paul was nowhere to be found in her room but she did notice two things. Her room was full of boxes for one, and the shower to her bathroom was running. Slipping out of bed Angela tiptoed into the bathroom and very carefully pushed the door open. Through the steamy glass she could make out Paul's reflection and it was enough to let her know that he was pleasuring himself. Making her way to the glass Angela froze when Paul grunted her name, a smile splitting her lips.

"Baby, come on in here so I can look at you while I finish."

Angela's body went stock still and the smile dropped from her face, "I don't mind you watching Angel, but I'd like for it to be where I can watch too."

"Jerk," Angela muttered then pulled open the door.

~U~

The sight of Paul standing in her shower palming his dick, made Angela instantly wet again. How could a man like this be into her as much as he was? The water sliding across each and every muscle of his body made Angela want to melt at his feet. The smile he wore as his hand pumped up and down was a dirty one but it made Angela feel like damn queen.

"C'mon before the water gets cold."

Stepping in Angela quickly replaced his hand with her own and went to work, drawing his pleasure out of him wishing that she had a waterproof camera so she could snap pictures of the way he looked right now, under her control trusting her to do exactly what she was doing.

"I'm going to tell you all day today how much I love you Paul, I don't need you to say it back to me, I don't want you to either. I understand why you're holding back and it's ok, I've got enough love for the both of us." Angela squeezed tighter knowing feeling the tension in his body, knowing it was from his words and not from the pleasure he was still getting. Stepping closer Angela stood on her tiptoes still pumping him, "I loved everything you did with me, to me last night Paul. The feel of you on top of me, inside of me, you can't imagine how lucky I am for you to share that with me. I love the feel of your skin on me, and I mean all of it Paul. I love that you trust me enough not to need protection, I love that I have that piece of you, that it is MINE."

~U~

Hearing Angela claim a piece of him was all it took his body shook, convulsed and nearly brought him to his knees. When his breathing slowed and his body was just barely humming Paul pulled her into his chest gripped her face and kissed her. "Damn right I'm yours."

~U~

The morning from then on was crazy. Angela went thorough each of the boxes Paul had packed to make sure she had everything she needed, kissing him and telling him how much she loved him as she did so. Some of the stuff she placed back into her room as Paul watched from the bed, other stuff she left be. When it got to her clothes Angela was not amused with the clothing that he packed and what he didn't. The boxes contained her granny panties, long johns, winter socks, over sized sweaters and jeans. Not a short sleeve shirt or any of the newer shorts she bought for the Chicago summer were to be found. On the third box she turned with her hand on her hip, "so I'm supposed to wear Jeans and sweaters all summer?"

Paul smiled at her crossing his arms behind his head, "you do here."

Angela huffed, "you know their weather is nothing like ours, it gets really hot and humid there."

Paul merely shrugged and crossed his legs at the ankles.

Smiling Angela shook her head dumped the boxes and got to work, "not that I don't appreciate you packing for me, but I feel like you may have done that on purpose. I love you though so you don't have anything to worry about." Angela waited for a response but got none.

When she turned around Paul was gripping himself though his shorts with one hand and the other he was holding her camera snapping pictures again, "babe when you get there the first thing I want you to do is send these pictures to Emily's house, put my name on them so no one else sees them, fuck your ass is nice."

Heat flushed her face and Paul snapped another picture, "there ya go baby blush for me, never thought I'd like that shit, but damn if it doesn't get me hard as a rock."

Angela shook her head and smiled, "is that all you think about?"

"You're hot sexy little body writhing under mine, yeah pretty much since you let me inside."

She flushed even darker.

"That's it baby."

"What if I said I wanted something to remember you by? You have all these private pictures of me, but do I even have one of you?"

Placing the camera at his side the smile slid off his face and he stood, stretching the camera out toward her. "You want some pictures to remember me by Angel? Pictures that will help you think about me in your time of need?"

Angela felt her eyes go wide as Paul popped the button on his shorts but stopped at his zipper, "tell me dirty girl what you're going to do with these pictures and I'll let you take all you want."

Licking her lips Angela's mouth went dry. She felt her mouth working but nothing was coming out, Paul's chest was heaving his eyes had gone black; the knuckles gripping his zipper had gone white, "tell me."

"I love you," Angela was able to squeak out.

"I know you do, but what are you going to do every time you look at these pictures of me?"

He stood there waiting for her to answer, and it seemed the longer he did the more amped up his body became, shaking slightly the bulge in front of his shorts growing bigger even though he'd stopped touching himself. "You know what I'm going to do with mine, but I have to hear you say it Angel, just tell me."

The last sentence seemed to come out low and painful like he was in actual pain waiting for her to answer. "I'm going to touch myself, remember the way you feel against me, I'm going to taste you and smell you and make myself remember every inch of you."

"Fuck yes." Paul grunted as he began tugging the zipper down.

"Wait!" Angela yelled; not that she wouldn't mind having those kinds of pictures of him but she wanted others too.

"Turn around." Paul smiled and cocked an eyebrow but did so.

The pictures she was getting ready to take although similar to the ones a few nights before after she'd given herself to him were going to be different. Those pictures were going to be stunning in black and white. In those shots his body was completely at ease, there was no tension in his muscles, his beautiful face was serene looking, she'd taken one too many shots of his long eyelashes but she didn't care. The shots though would be in full color. Her first shot was of his back, the goosebumps that were all over his skin, the droplets of sweat, his well defined muscles, and the tension. That's what made Paul, Paul. The shots of him that bed were wonderful shots, lovely shots, but they weren't him. She had him stand with his hands at his sides and then took shots of them fully extended she loved that his arms were so long and strong and she told him so. She laughed with him when she snapped a quick picture of his butt. Angela turned him to the side and took an up-close picture of the tattoo on his shoulder blade, making sure her finger tracing it was in at least one of them. When she made her way around and snapped several pictures of his face she could see he was growing bored, but really an artist needed time to study her masterpiece. She took pictures of the front of his shoulders, the small scars that he'd told her gotten during little league football games, she made sure to scrape her nails down his chest and take pictures of his nipples standing erect, groaning as she did so.

"Why do you like that so much," Paul grunted out as she snapped another picture of his nipples.

"Because I can make it happen."

Paul brazenly pushed his shorts down and made his fully erect dick bob at her, "you make this happen too, want to snap some picture of this?"

Angela eyed his erection held her camera at the ready then quirked her eye before stepping around him, "in a minute."

She was behind him when he groaned, she smiled. The smile grew when she snapped a picture of his naked ass earning a snarl from him.

"Can I ask you a question," Angela said as she snapped off pictures quickly as she made her way around him.

"How much is this turning you on?"

Paul grunted when he palmed himself.

"Tell me."

"Why is this so fucking hot, I don't even have my hands on you?"

"That's the way I felt last night, god Paul I was burning up inside."

"Fuck yeah"

"It's like even though we aren't touching I can feel your hands on me, the air from your breath fanning across my skin and it makes me so hot Paul."

"Yes"

Angela stood back and watched Paul for a moment his fist working his dick over his eyes clenched tight, there was a bed to his knees and his body was shaking slightly, he didn't even realize that she had been taking pictures this whole time. But this is what she wanted; she loved watching him give himself pleasure.

Slowly circling him again Angela continued snapping pictures at a slower pace. "Do you know what I was thinking when I walked in on you fucking that girl?" Angela winced at the venom in her voice.

Paul didn't answer but his hand slowed.

"I was thinking how amazing your body looked. I'd never seen a body as hard as yours as toned as yours, and the way it was moving Paul, I stood there and watched your muscles move and I just couldn't look away. I'd never seen anyone have sex before, but that isn't what turned me on. It was the power in your muscles, the sweat on your body, the way each and every muscle worked and twitched and I wondered."

Angela moved to his side, her breast brushing against the arm that was gripping his thigh. "I wondered if your body would look the same taking control of mine."

Paul snarled low in his throat and she knew he was close. "I wondered if my ankles would look just as good resting on your shoulders as you pounded into me. Someday Paul I'm going to video us having sex just so I can see."

Paul's body tensed, a groan ripped from his mouth and Angela was able to catch the exact moment when he erupted and the seconds just after as pure bliss crossed his face.

She dropped the camera waiting patiently as it hung heavy against her aching breasts. He was still coming down, slower now his movements jerky his dick slowly going soft, yet she watched in rapt attention.

~U~

When Paul finally peeled his eyes open, Angela was standing in front of him waiting. He wanted to pounce on her, but to be completely honest he didn't even know if he could walk.

She smiled then, and he knew that he'd actually said it out loud.

"Do you need to sit?"

Paul didn't answer but grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down onto the bed with him, "fuck I need to lay here for a good hour, were you being real?"

Angela smiled, and placed her hand over his heart, "I'd never lie to you."

Paul felt a stab in his heart, couldn't help but wonder if she felt it too when the smile started to slip.

"Let me touch you."

"I don't think we have time-"

"As much as I want to get in you right now, I don't really know if I can move. Damn Angel."

Paul watched as a smile split her face, "I just need to touch you."

Just as he popped the button on her shorts a knock sounded at the door, "Angela dad says you need to come down for breakfast and help us pack the car so he can ship your stuff."

Groaning Paul kissed her and rolled to his feet.

~U~

So you mean to tell me, that the best sex you've ever had really wasn't sex at all, just your girl talking dirty to you.

Paul snarled at Jared and kept running, fucking mind link.

Hey dude I honestly do not mind, I mean Kim gets kinky but it's more the hands on kind of stuff ya know. A flash of Kim tied to a tree flashed through the mind link making Sam and Embry groan.

For the love of all that is holy shut that shit down, Embry snarled.

Hey I'm just trying to understand, dude has bagged half of the chicks on the rez and in Forks but a little dirty talk gets him off that much.

If you don't shut the fuck up, you're going to be the one tied to the tree you dirty bastard. Paul felt Jared smile through the mind link and it made him want to throttle him even more.

So why aren't you and Angela saying a proper goodbye? Oh wait you felt all mushy inside.

Paul snarled and took off after Jared as Sam and Embry continued their leisurely lope.

~U~

After a run around the rez Paul figured he'd given her family enough one on one Angela time so he took a shower and headed back over to her place. As soon as he stepped in the house the mood was completely different. It was cloaked in sadness. Everyone was sitting in the living room, the volume on the TV so low none of them could probably hear it. They were just sitting there looking at Angela sadness etched in their faces. Angela was sitting squished between her parents and the boys where on the sofa their grandma squished between them. As soon as Paul made his way all the way into the living room Angela jumped up and flung herself into his arms. It was time for her to go.

~U~

The entire pack had followed her car to Port Angeles, Paul leading the way. They had gone at a leisurely lope all of them feeling the sadness anger and fear that was coming at Paul in waves. No one said anything just continued to follow one of their own as she left. When Angela's parents stopped to drop off grandma Quil, Embry and Sam headed back to La Push while Jake, Jared and Seth stayed with him. It was hard having even them around him, he didn't want his brothers to know what he was feeling, he hated that they could. It was the one thing that he was most proud of, the fact that his wolf could keep its feelings private. Today he couldn't though. He wanted to punch something, he wanted to run up to the side of the car and make her see him. Make her realize what he was, wanted to drag her into the woods and fuck her until he changed her mind.

When the car took off again that is just what he had planned, that was it. She wasn't leaving him, there was no way in hell after all they'd been through that he was just going to leave him and not look back. He knew the guys were seeing flashes of his childhood, things they'd never seen before but he didn't give a damn she wasn't leaving. Just as he was about to dart out in front of the car a stink so vile assaulted all of his senses sending him on high alert; sending his already unstable wolf into a frenzy.