authors note - This is the last chapter that I had written previously. Ive got chapter 11 almost done, but Ive been neglecting Emontions to edit these 10 chapters so I will probably focus on that story for a couple days before finishing chapter 11.

I dont think Ive said it yet (shame on me) but thank you all for the love for my story. Im so happy others are enjoying it!

I drove home faster than I drove to the city, strangely anxious to get Bella to my house. It was nothing worth showing off. A one bedroom shack in the middle of no where La Push, though I am proud of the work I've put in it. All of the girls I've been with, Bella will be the first to ever go to my house. I was nervous. About what? Not really sure.

I swung by the only diner in Forks, running inside quickly to grab a few different flavors of pie and ice cream. The food at the restaurant wasn't enough to fill me up, but I didn't want to look like a pig in front of my date. 10 minutes later we were parking in front of my house. I felt Bella tense behind me. I helped her off the bike and handed her the bag of desserts. "I need to phase real quick and check in. You wanna take this stuff inside and I'll be there in just a minute? Doors open."

She nodded, but hesitated before walking toward my house. Once she was out of view I stripped my clothes, sighing in relief from having the constricting jeans and shirt off my body. Think like a wolf, I told myself and was standing on four paws the next second

"Nice of you to finally join us." Jared joked.

"My date is still going on, so I won't be joining you for long. Just wanted to check in and make sure you didn't need me." I told them, stretching out my legs. Bikes, while awesome, are cramped for someone as tall as me.

"As long as Bella is with you we are good. She's the reason we are patrolling as much after all." Sam said, chuckling. He wasn't wrong. I told them I'd be back later tonight once I dropped Bella off and phased quickly, anxious to get back to her.

When I walked in she jumped up from sitting on the couch, leaving my sketch book on the cushion. It had been sitting open on the couch. I chuckled. "Its okay. If there was something I didn't want you to see, I wouldn't have let you in here alone."

She blushed but sat back down and snatched the book. I shook my head, going to the small kitchen to plate up dessert. Grabbing two spoons, I sat beside her on the couch. She was still flipping through the book slowly. Now and then she would stop at a picture and run her fingers across it.

"Want a bite?" I asked, my mouth full of blueberry pie. She stared at me a moment, then nodded and slowly opened her mouth. I got a small bite on my spoon, placing it right in front of her. She leaned forward, taking what I offered and licking her lips.

She smiled, looking back at the book. She huffed when she got to the end of it. "Do you have more?"

I nodded toward the only door in the tiny space. "On the shelf in my room."

She didn't hesitate. Quickly jumping up and going to my room. I've been collecting my drawings since I was 13 and could afford books. There was enough in there to keep her busy all night. I took a couple more bites of pie before realizing she wasn't coming back and got up to follow after her.

She was sitting against my headboard, frowning slightly. I knew there were some darker drawings in there. She bit her lip, flipping to the next page.

"You're beautiful." I whispered. Her head shot up and she smiled, a bit bashful. I made my way to my bed and crawled my way to her, laying down on my stomach. "So beautiful."

"No. This is beautiful." She showed me the picture.

"Can I draw you?"

She blushed. "Now?"

I shrugged. "No time like the present."

"Okay." She whispered. I rolled over, sitting up to turn on the lamp on my side of the bed.

"Can you grab the book in the drawer beside you and a few pencils please?" I asked moving to sit in front of her. She handed me my book and I opened to a blank page. I studied her face for a moment, trying to decide where to start, how to capture her beauty best.

"I probably won't finish this tonight." I warned her, looking up. She looked away quickly, she had been staring at me, her bottom lip tucked in her teeth. "That just means you'll have to come back another time."

She smiled. I winked and got to work. It wasn't minutes later that she started fidgeting. "Okay?" I asked, amused that she wasn't able to sit still.

She wiggled some more. "Yeah."

I raised my eyebrow, stopping my drawing for now. "Sure about that?"

She looked at me. "Uh huh." She was breathless. What is she thinking about? I chuckled, but focused back on my work. She made it another 30 minutes before she started wiggling again. "I gotta to the bathroom."

I laughed, laying my book down. I pointed to the door closest to us. "Then go!"

She blushed and rushed off. I moved to the top of the bed, laying against the head board. She came out of the bathroom and pointed to my book. "Can I see?"

I shrugged. "Sure, I didn't get much though. My subject wouldn't sit still."

She chuckled and laid across the bottom of my bed, book in hand. "I guess I'm not a very good subject." She whispered.

I nudged her side with my toes. "Eh I can work off memory and finish it later."

She gave me a side eye and flipped to the previous page. "Who is this?"

I answered without looking. "Sam in wolf form. The figure in front is supposed to represent Emily. It's a wedding gift. Not done yet."

"Its beautiful." She whispered. "You're amazing….I mean your work is amazing."

I opened my eyes. Her face was bright red. "Thank you." I said, deciding not to tease her.

"Have you ever thought about selling your work?" She asked, moving to sit beside me with the book in hand.

I shrugged. "I do sell it sometimes but it doesn't pay much."

She hummed to herself, turning to another page. I watched her as she took in every drawing in the book before closing it and handing it to me. I put it back in the drawer. "I should probably take you home. Don't need the Chief trying to shoot me."

She glanced at my bedside clock. "Yeah…"

I turned on my side, facing her. "I'm happy to keep you here, just didn't think you would want to stay."

She looked at me, uncertain. "What would me staying consist of?"

"Hmm. Well we could get super crazy and watch a movie. Or we can go to bed. No funny business unless you ask for it." I told her, smirking. Her breath caught and she looked away from me.

"If I go home will you be there?" She whispered so low I could barely hear her.

I grabbed her hand, bring it up to kiss the palm. "I'll always be there."

She nodded, pulling her hand back. "Why don't you run patrols like the rest of the guys?"

"We usually only run the La Push boarder a couple times a night, which doesn't take long. Since there was a vampire at your house it makes sense for someone to stay there. I can start switching off if you want?"

She bit her lip, shaking her head no. "Don't you ever get tired of sleeping on the ground?"

"If I stayed here or patrolled then we would both be in pain. Ground is more comfortable than that."

"What about the Sam and Jared? Aren't they in pain?" She asked.

I sighed. "Sometimes but its different in the beginning. More intense. It lessen as the connection to the imprint strengthens."

"So it won't always hurt when you're gone?"

"No. At least not in their experience." I shook my head, grabbing her hand back. "If one of them goes really far away it still bothers them. Or if they aren't close and the other is feeling a strong emotion…."

She laughed. "So all this is just based on two experiences? We don't really know how it works?"

I rolled on my back, staring up at the ceiling. "We have journals from the last pack, but they aren't very informative. We know that there was imprints then, but not much else."

I saw her nodded from the corner of my eye, but she didn't say anything else. "Are you ready to go home?" I asked, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

She turned to look at me. Her mouth opened but she didn't say anything. She sighed. "I don't know."

I chuckled, squeezing her hand. "Come on, let's get you home before the Chief starts loading his gun."

I didn't want to leave, but I didn't want to tell him that. I started the date anxious for it to be over and now I didn't want it to ever end. Only a day of getting to know this man and I knew already that he's simply amazing.

When he pulled up to my house I sighed, disappointed that the night was over. I got off the bike first. He sat there for a few minutes, before getting off to follow me to the door. He leaned against the porch railing and I lingered at the door, unsure what to say.

"So do I get a second date?" He asked

I avoided his eyes, nodding slightly. "Yeah. If you want."

He snorted, pulling me to him and wrapping me up in a hug. "I want. Always."

I hesitated for a moment, then wrapped my arms around his waist. So warm. He kissed my head then stepped away.

Going down the steps, he turned to wink at me. "Let me know if you can't sleep."

I went in once he was on his bike, locking the door behind me I huffed. Why didn't he kiss me? Isn't that normally what happens after a date? I leaned against the door. Angry at myself. I was so mad at him I couldn't see straight before and now I'm mad that he didn't kiss me goodnight.

"Stupid." I whispered to myself, pushing off the door. I heard the game recap on in the living room.

"Hey Bells!"

I sat down on the couch. "Hey dad."

"How was your date?" He asked, turning the TV off.

I shrugged. "It was good. Had fun."

He raised his brow at me, getting up. "I'm glad. I'm heading to bed. Hit the lights on your way up."

I nodded at him, staring at the blank TV. Why didn't he kiss me? "Ugh" I groaned, getting up.

I turned off all the lights as I moved upstairs. I stopped by the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, then immediately crawling into bed without changing my clothes.

"Bella?" I heard voice calling. A familiar voice. But I couldn't go in that direction. I had to keep walking toward what the pain in my chest was tied to. How was I suppose to find what I was looking for in the middle of the woods though?

"Bella? Where'd you go?" The voice was smooth and soft. Musically almost. Soothing. But it did nothing to ease the pain. "Love? Come back. You don't want to get lost."

Edward. I stopped walking, turning slightly toward his voice. He walked out of the trees, smiling brightly. "Where are you going?"

I rubbed my chest, pain intensifying. "I… I don't know. But I have to go."

He held out his hand, shaking his head. "Stay with me. It's dangerous in the woods by yourself."

I nodded. He isn't wrong. I took a step toward him, but the pain… I've gotta find what the pain is tied to. "I can't. I have to find… something."

What am I looking for? I turned my back on Edward. Suddenly I heard a howl. That! That's what I'm looking for. I starting running towards it.

"Bella! Stop!" Edward yelled behind me. I shook my head. I have to find it. The trees parted and in the middle of a small clearing stood a large grey wolf, staring at me. With no fear I ran straight to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. The wolf licked my check.

"Bella, get away from it. It can hurt you." Edward warned behind me.

I shook my head, holding on tighter to my wolf. "No. He's mine." I realized the truth to the words as I said them. The wolf is mine and in some strange way I am his.

The wolf growled, nudging me off him. I gripped tighter. I wasn't letting go. He nudged me harder and I stumbled to the side, just in time for Edward to ram into the wolf.

"No!" I yelled. The wolf growled, running back at Edward. He didn't make contact, Edward shoved him away and ran after him, jumping on his back. The wolf howled.

"Stop! Please don't hurt him!" I screamed. This time I knew without a doubt I was telling Edward not to hurt my wolf.

I popped out of bed, a scream stuck in my throat. Why am I having these dreams? I glanced at the clock. 3am. I stumbled out of bed and to the window, opening it quickly.

"Paul?" I whispered. The bushes rustled and human Paul walked out a couple seconds later.

"You okay?" He asked, walking closer to my window.

I nodded. "I keep having weird dreams is all."

"Want me to come up?"

I looked away from him, noodling slightly. "Back up." He said, walking to the tree. I went back to my bed, sitting at the end of it. Seconds later Paul swung into my room.

"Hey." He smiled, coming to sit beside me. I looked at him, frowning. It bothered me in a way I couldn't explain that he didn't kiss me goodnight. "What's wrong?" He asked.

I shook my head, looking away. He frowned. "Okay, tell me about these dreams."

I huffed. "Its strange. I'm always in the woods with you..or rather my wolf and Edward. And he tries to keep me away from you I think. You end up fighting. Then I wake up."

"Hmm." Paul took my hand. "I don't really believe dreams having meaning. Do you?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so, but why do I keep having this dream? It's slightly different every time but the same. It almost feels like it means something."

"Maybe it's something you are worried about. Maybe not even Edward, but a vampire hurting me." He suggested, flipping my hand to draw patterns in the palm.

I shrugged. "Maybe."

He let go of my hand, moving in front of me. "There is something else bothering you."

I bit my lip. "It's nothing. Silly really."

He tugged my lip out. "It's not silly if it's bothering you. Tell me."

I looked away, my face flushing. "You… you didn't…" I stopped talking, embarrassment getting the best of me. "Just forget it."

"Nuh uh. Tell me. What didn't I do?" He leaned up, moving closer. He cupped my chin, turning me to look at him. "What didn't I do?"

I licked my lips. "You didn't kiss me…"

His eyebrows shot up. "I didn't kiss you?"

"After our date. You didn't kiss me." I clarified, my face flushing.

He pursed his lips. I could tell he was trying to hide a smile. "I'm so very sorry I didn't kiss you goodnight."

I shoved his shoulder. "It's not funny."

He nodded. "You're right. It's very serious. Do you want me to fix it? I can."

I tired to look away but he still had my chin in his hand. He let go, leaning up more, faces just a hair apart.

"Let me fix it." He whispered. He moved closer, but bypassed my lips, resting his head on my shoulder. His breath hit my neck. Fire.

I shook my head. "It's not a big deal. Stupid really."

He shook his head against me. "I had a chance to kiss you and didn't take it. That's a huge deal. I was just…"

"Being a gentlemen?" I guessed, smiling slightly.

He chuckled. "Trying to. I'm not very good at it."

My arms came up slowly, resting against his shoulders. "You're doing pretty good, but really it's fine. No big deal."

His shoulders dropped, but he nodded. "Okay." He leaned up, my arms fell from his shoulders. "I should probably let you sleep. Do you have work tomorrow?"

I shook my head. "Just school."

He stood up, going to the window. I followed without much thought. He leaned against the wall, staring at me. "Have dinner with me tomorrow? I'll cook at my place?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Okay."

He nodded and turned toward the window. My heart was racing, my nerves getting the best of me. "Paul?" He looked at me over his shoulder. I licked my lips, trying to work up the nerve to ask for what I wanted. "Kiss me?"

I thought she'd never ask. Split second and she was in my arms, my lips fused to hers. She moaned as soon as our lips touched. I pulled her closer, touching the tip of my tongue to her lips. She was hesitant but slowly opened her mouth to me. Sweet as honey. I growled, she moaned. I broke from her lips, trailing kisses to my favorite spit on her neck. Right below her ear. If I ever got the chance that's the spot I would mark. I sucked the skin there slightly, not wanting to leave a mark for the Chief to see. Mine. Her legs shook. I held her tighter.

"Bella." I whispered against her skin, wanting to say something but unsure what. I pulled back slightly, knowing I needed to go. I didn't want to. I never wanted to leave her.

She stared at me, her breath coming out in short pants "How do you do that?"

I smirked. Her breath caught. Ill never get tired of that. "Do what?"

She shook her head, backing up from me. "Goodnight Paul."

I chuckled. "Night beautiful." I jumped out the window, running back to the woods to phase.

"Really?" Jacob started complaining as soon as I phased. "Can't you at least try not to think about it."

I stretched out on the ground, hoping for a couple hours of sleep. "Jealous."

He didn't answer but I could hear that he was. He hated that he never got a chance with Bella. I can understand that but its still annoying . Especially when he is using my memories of kissing her to imagine himself in that position. I wondered idly if a good ass whooping would stop those thoughts, at least when I'm around. A man can only be so understanding.

"I'm sorry, okay? I can't help it. Ill try to stop"

I could tell he really was sorry, but it didn't exactly make it better. I said nothing, choosing to close my eyes and sleep instead of going back and forth with him.

Chief was up and out the door by 7am. Bella took a little longer than usual this morning, lingering in her room until it was time for her to go. I followed close as she went to school and ran laps around the school, bored out of my mind. When the final bell rang I raced to her house to phase and walked around to the front porch, anxious to get her back to my place.

As soon as I pulled up he was at my door, opening it and shooing me over. I went to the middle seat, huffing at him.

"Be easy on my truck." I told him as he started her up. He winked at me, backing out. He asked about my day and I filled him in on how boring school was until he parked at his place.

At his house he went straight to the small kitchen, pulling out things to cook. "What are you making?" I asked, leaning against the wall to watch.

"I was thinking spaghetti. My cooking skills are limited so…" He trailed.

"Sounds good. Need help?"

He shook his head. "Nope, I got this."

I nodded and turned to go to his room. There were so many sketch books and I wanted to see more. His drawing were captivating. I trailed my fingers across the books, picking a random one before going back to the kitchen to sit at the small table. He chuckled when he saw me but didn't say anything else.

I stared at picture after picture, taking in every detail of the people he had drawn. I wondered who a couple of the girls were, especially the ones not completely clothed and tried not to let it bug me. He had been honest by telling me he slept around a lot and it shouldn't bug me, but…

I stared at one in particular. She was beautiful, laying bare chested in the sand, her face upturned to the sky and her long hair blowing behind her. Was this drawn from real experiences? From memory? Was it drawn after they had sex?

Curiosity getting the best of me I held up the book so he could see. "Who's this?"

He glanced at it. "Oh. Sorry. I forgot those were in there. Just a friend."

"Its okay." I told him. "Friend or someone you slept with?"

He shook his head. "Both."

I turned the page, determined not to let it bother me. I cant fault him for having a life before me. "Are you still… friends?"

He stopped stirring the sauce and turned toward me. "If you are asking if I still sleep her the answer is no. I haven't slept with anyone since I imprinted on you and I wont be sleeping with anyone else. I'd still consider her a friend though."

I nodded, closing the book. "Okay."

"Does it bother you?" he asked, sitting plates and forks on the table.

I shook my head. "Not really. Maybe. The insecure part of me sees how beautiful she is…"

"You're beautiful." He said cutting me off.

"You have a lot of experience… I'm sure the girls you've been with do to. I don't know what I'm doing. Ive never even had a relationship with a normal guy." I told him.

He sat a big bowl of spaghetti on the table and sat down. "Having experience doesn't mean much."

I put some food on both our plates. "What do you mean?"

"Being satisfied with your partner doesn't come from experience. I'm more than satisfied with every kiss, every touch with you than I've ever been before."

I blushed at his words. "My lack of experience isn't bothersome?"

He laughed. "I don't wanna sound like a pig but Bella… being the first one to actually touch you, the first one to make you cum… those things aren't bad. I wouldn't have cared if you slept around before we met, but the fact that you haven't makes it even more exciting for me but especially for the wolf. It pleases him that I'm the only one that's ever touched you."

"This is good." I said, pointing to the food. This topic was making me uncomfortable.

He laughed at me, but dropped the subject. "Thanks"

"Tell me about the pack." I told him, twirling more spaghetti on my fork. He smiled and the rest of the meal was filled with stories of brotherly love. I could see how much he respected Sam, and loved Emily as a sister. How much he cared for Jared and Embry. And how much Jacob's immaturity irritated him. When we were done eating he told me to leave the dishes, pulling me to the living room.

He plopped himself on the couch and laid his head back. "I'm exhausted."

I frowned, wondering how much of that exhaustion was because he was always following me and sleeping on the ground. I sat beside him, not saying anything. He smirked at me, I realized rather quickly he does it purposefully to see my reaction. My body gave him exactly what he wanted, my breath hitched and my cheeks flushed. That smirk does things to me I cant even explain. He moved his hand to the back of my neck, pushing my hair out of the way.

"I like you being here." He said.

His fingers ran up the side of my neck. I twitched. He found the spot right under my ear and rubbed circles there. "Why do you touch me there so much?"

He chuckled. "I'm not sure you wanna know." I raised my eyebrow in a challenge. "The wolf wants to mark you."

My eyes widened. "Mark me?"

He smirked again. What is breathing? Do I need to do it? He grabbed me suddenly like I weighed nothing, I guess to him I probably did and sat me on his lap facing him. He leaned up, his lips going straight for that spot. "Bite you. I want to bite you right here." He whispered against my skin.

"Why?" I asked, titling my head to give him more room. He took a piece of skin in between his teeth, biting down gently. Oh! I moaned. He bit harder. I grabbed his shoulders, lowering myself all the way into his lap. A shot of pleasure went through my body feeling him hard against me. He grabbed my hips, and I jerked forward, seeking friction.

"Can I mark you, Bella?" He whispered, letting go of my skin.

I moaned in answer, rocking against him. He growled, going back to that spot and biting harder. Should that feel so good? I pushed against him, seeking more.

"Say the word." He whispered in my neck. "Say it, Bella. Let me make you mine."

My hips thrust harder against him, my finger digging into the skin of his shoulders. I wanted him, but was I ready to have sex?

"I...Paul…" I whimpered, unsure of what I wanted. His assault on my neck stopped suddenly and his hands stilled my hips. He laid his forehead on my collarbone, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry. I can't seem to control myself around you." He whispered.

My body practically hummed at that response. Knowing he struggled to control himself pleased me. It bothered me though that I couldn't control myself. I barely know this man and if he didn't stop us there is no telling how far it would have gone.

"Will you stay with me tonight. Please." He whispered against me "I promise to control myself."

"Okay." I whispered back, not telling him that I didn't want him to control himself.