DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight

Previously:

The morning after...

After I said goodbye to Emmet, I went on my way home. I was wondering if Paul had tried calling me. Nah probably not, he was probably still recovering from the shock. Poor guy. Maybe I should go see him again, offer him a little mouth to mouth. I smiled at my own silliness.

I arrived home and parked my car in the driveway. Charlie's police cruiser was gone, he probably just left because it was still early.

I went in the house and walked straight to my room, I wanted to get a shower and a change off clothes and then go down to La Push. Thank God it was summer because that meant no school. I don't think I could have dealt with going to school right now.

All I wanted to do was go down to the rez and be near Paul. Fuck, I really need to figure the fuck out whats going on with me.

I walked into my bedroom and stopped in my track, when I found Paul lying on my bed sleeping. He was wearing his cut-of jeans, but nothing else. I could see his abs moving with every breath he took. He was simply put beautiful. He stirred and started waking up. He looked around the room, like he was trying to figure out where the hell he was. When he saw me standing there just staring at him he sat up. God he was beautiful! I looked at him all sleepy and hot sitting on my bed. The bed where he just slept in. he lifted his arm to run his hand through his hair. I saw his muscles move.

My hormones stood up all at once and screamed; Hallelujah!

CHAPTER SEVEN

Fuck! Werewolf!

Bella

Fuck! This guy is HOT! He is like my own personal wet dream come to life.

"Where the fuck have you been?" My own personal wet dream yelled at me.

"Well excuse me! Who died and made you care?" I yelled back.

I didn't know what the fuck was going on, but Ill be damned if I let this nimrod yell at me in my own fucking home.

He got off the bed and walked towards me. Suddenly he halted his steps. His nostril's flared. He looked up at my face, his eyes were completely black and he was shaking like a motherfucker. Ah oh 'Danger Will Robinson!'

"Were you with him?" He asked with a deadly quality to his voice. I didn't understand what the fuck he was talking about. Who was the "him" he was referring to? And what the hell was he doing in my room sleeping in my bed? And most importantly, why didn't I mind?

"Paul seriously, what the fuck?" I asked irritation clear in my voice.

He walked towards me, no stalked was a better word for the way he was walking. He took me by the shoulder and shook me with every word he spoke. "Tell me Isabella; were you with him?" He yelled. "Were you with that bloodsucker?" God he called me Isabella. How could a name I usually hated sound so good coming from his mouth. "Yes I was wi-" Before I could finish telling him I was with Emmet he pulled me against him.

He buried his face against my neck. "I can smell him all over you, you reek of leeches!" He closed the door with one hand and pushed me against the it. He brought his face close to mine. I almost forgot how the breathe. My heart was working overtime, and being a werewolf, I knew he could hear it. I just hoped he'd think it was because I was afraid of him.

I wasn't of course, I have never been so turned on in my life.

"Tell me Isabella, did you fuck him?" He whispered in my ear. "Did you let him put his cold hard cock in your warm wet pussy?"

"What?" What the fuck was he talking about? I didn't do anything like that with anyone. Not that I would mind doing them with Paul. Where the fuck did that thought come from?

He put his hands on my waist and slowly moved them simultaneously up and down in a slow deceivingly calm rhythm.

He slowly moved them up to my arm pits brushing the side of my breasts. I couldn't help it, I moaned. His body jerked when he heard me moan, he started kissing me in the neck.

"Did you let him touch you with his cold dead fingers? Were you thinking of me while he was touching you? Were you yearning for the heat of my touch?"

His grip on me tightened. He looked me in the eyes, I saw pain. He was pleading with me to tell him the truth.

"Did you let him touch what is rightfully mine Isabella?" He shook me not so gently. "TELL ME!"" he yelled with desperation edging his voice.

"Paul...No...I didn't." I woke up from the trance he put me in, from the moment he touched me.

"What if he did Paul Marez, whats it to you?" I asked trying, but failing to collect myself. What the fuck just happened?

"You are mine! Everything even remotely connected to you is my business!"

Say what?

"Since when? I am not yours Paul! I'm with Edward. If I did let him do those things to me, it would be none of your fucking business. I don't feel anything for you but hate, least of all desire."

I said in an attempt not only to convince him but most importantly myself.

"You are wrong! You are mine, as I am yours. And don't lie to me Isabella, more importantly don't lie to yourself." He said with a smug look on his face.

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean, you motherfucker?" I asked pretending not to know what he meant. How the fuck did he know?

"I smell you Isabella." He said while licking and kissing my neck softly.

"Yeah I know, I know. I smell like leeches. I got that all ready." I grimaced.

He looked me in the eyes. He had an amused look on his face like he knew something I didn't.

"Yes that too, but that's not what I was referring too." He said his face smug again.

"Then what?" I asked getting angry.

He brought his mouth close to mine. God all I wanted to do, was bridge the distance and claim his lips as mine.

I almost did until I heard him speak again.

"I smell you Isabella, I smell your desire. I smell the sweet wetness of your pussy."

Fuck! Werewolf.

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