Jessica and Angela follow me all the way to my truck asking me questions and I want to die; I'm glad I got a few answers but the price was steep. I really like both of them, I do, but I also really really like my privacy…and space…and privacy.

I get to my truck promising them both I'd let them know any new developments with Paul since now they are officially in the loop. I smile and think, well that's never gonna happen as I shut my door and turn the key in the ignition.

I step my foot on the accelerator and then slam on the breaks, my blood turning to ice…

I see her.

Victoria.

She's in the middle of the road several yards away, red hair gleaming like fire in the afternoon sunshine, her skin sparkles like diamonds, and I feel my heart stop in my chest, every part of me freezes as I see Jessica and Angela walking back towards the parking lot in my periphery.

She was going to kill me, right here in broad daylight in my truck while my school peers watched.

I'm going to die…right now.

Then there's a loud rumble from the opposite side of the road; a motorcycle was coming up the road and it got impossibly louder as it approached. I blink and Victoria has disappeared, the breath in my lungs finally escapes as I exhale. The motorcycle pulls up alongside my truck and the tall muscular rider is in a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans and black biker boots, with a black helmet that is turned to me as he stops the bike and flips up the visor.

It's Paul.

The backflip that my belly usually does when I see him turns into an entire gymnastics team as he dismounts and comes to my window, taking off his helmet.

"You need to come with me," he says.

"What's going on," I ask.

…Get on the bike Bella…

But what about my-

…Jake will grab your truck, get on the bike…

I take my key out of the ignition, grab my backpack, slide off my seat and Paul hands me another black helmet on the back seat of what I now see is a vintage Harley Davidson. He swings his legs over the bike, and helps me adjust on the pillion seat in back as I shove my head into the helmet. He kicks up the stand and notice that Angela and Jessica and a few other wandering eyes from the student body are now gawking and I feel my cheeks begin to flush.

…you need to put your arms around me and hold on…

I do as I'm told and he kicks off, turning the bike around to leave the school parking lot. I feel incredibly exposed as the cold air whips across my body but it also feels remarkably warm sitting flush up against Paul's very warm body. My arms are like a vice around his waist as the bike jostles over bumps and jerks when he shifts gears.

The image of Victoria standing in the road flashes across my mind and I squeeze him a little tighter.

Did you see her?

…I did…

Did you see where she went?

…back into the woods…

He downshifts to a stoplight, he puts one of his feet on the ground, steading the bike and me with it.

…she's getting closer Bella…

I swallow as I feel my heart begin to thump against my ribcage.

What should I do?

…you have to work today right?...

Yes.

…I'll be there with you…

What about Charlie?

…Jake and Billy are with Charlie…

Charlie would be delighted to come home from work and see that Billy and Jake are waiting for him, but that also meant a change of the night watch wolf guard since Billy was back in town.

Who is going to take over for Jake?

…who do you think?...

And my body responds before I can process the thought as that fire snake stirs low within my belly and I involuntarily rock my hips into him the tiniest bit, his head gently shifts to the side in a brief profile, he puts his hand over one of mine that is viced around his waist.

Addicted…I was so addicted…

…I pull rank now with Bella watch…

I suppose that made sense and the sex monster is now screaming and clawing the walls of my insides.

We pull up to the library and I see Kelly's car in one of the spots. He pulls up into the spot next to her car, kicks out the stand, turns off the bike and I relax my squeeze around him as he hops off and gives me a hand to climb off. I wedge my head out of the helmet and set it on the pillion. He takes his helmet off and his hair is a mess; I smile as he tries to smooth some of it down. I resist the urge to put my fingers into his hair to mess it back up again. He takes my hand and leads me into the library and Kelly is waiting at the front desk, she turns to see us both walk in and her smile is weak and tight.

What's up with your aunt?

…what do you mean?...

She seems off.

…I have no idea, I've been a little preoccupied…

He glances over at me as he wets his lips and smiles; God if that doesn't send me right to the edge as I feel the fire surge up my spine again.

…you know where I'll be princess…

He lets go of my hand, walks over to the fiction section, shucks off of his jacket placing it over the back of his chair and starts perusing the books. I walk up to the front desk and all notions of something being wrong are thrust into something being absolutely wrong as I look at her. She look terrible. Kelly is normally very well put together, her hair always styled nicely in her black headband, with nice neat slacks or jeans and well pressed blouses or sweaters. Today she had on jeans and a sweatshirt, her hair was in a messy bun and she had dark circles under her eyes. This looked vaguely familiar as I thought back to the first few weeks after Edward left…

I'm careful as I approach, unsure of how to interact with this version of Kelly.

"Hey," I say as she drops a few more books in the go back pile.

"I'm going to be staying with you for closing," she says.

"Oh okay," I say, surveying the three bins of go back books and the pile of return slips that need to be logged and filed.

What had she been doing all day?

"Kelly, I can handle things up here for a while if you want to,-"

"I'm fine Bella," she snaps as she grabs a few of the return slips and logs into the computer and she sighs, placing her hands on the lip of the counter. "I…I'm sorry," she says, "I'm under some stress and I'm not myself."

"It's okay, Kelly," I say quietly. I begin to imagine myself punching whoever was making her so miserable in the throat. Kelly was a genuinely happy and lighthearted person, whoever was doing this deserves the worst kind of punishment. "I'll just start on the go back books."

I pull one of the carts over and start sorting the different books onto the cart as she enters the returns into the computer.

"Bella," she says, and I turn to look up at her. She's still facing the computer and I see her trembling as she puts one of the return slips in the garbage. Now Im starting to worry…this isn't just her being weird and I decided to try a little harder for her…

I set down the books and walk up to her and I see that she has tears in her eyes, the dark circles under her eyes more pronounced as I look at her more closely.

"Kelly," I say as I take her hand, hoping this was the right thing, hoping this was going to help her somehow.

"I don't want to be alone," she says and that thrusts me back to the moment when Edward left, lying on the cold ground of the forest floor, feeling my heart rush away from me at an impossible speed and the hole in my chest was a gaping maw of pain and grief that I couldn't do anything else but sink….utterly alone….

"I'm here," I say and I gently squeeze her hand as her eyes fill up with tears and flick over to me.

"Thank you, Bella," as she swipes away the tears that have begun to spill over.

"Can I get you anything? Do you want some tea?" I ask and she smiles weakly at me.

"That sounds lovely, thank you," she whispers as she begins scanning another book into the system and typing some information on the keyboard.

I walk away from the front desk towards the break room, feeling a set of eyes follow me closely as I go, feel the electricity as I open the break room door as his body comes closer and I step into the break room leaving the door open as I open the cabinet to retrieve a mug. The door shuts behind me and I feel the bonfire surge within me as he steps closer. I grab the box of chamomile tea, pull out a sachet and flip on one of the burners of the two burner electric stove top and put the kettle on. I feel his body hovering at my back and the crackling of electricity that fills the space between us is making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. He moves my hair off of my neck and dips his head into the space below my ear, letting his lips press softly against my neck, his fingers find the loops of my jeans and pulls me back flush against him as his hands then skate down the front of my thighs. I feel my nipples tighten underneath my sweater as I steady myself on the counter.

"Your aunt is a mess right now," I say, moving my hips back into him, feeling the hard girth of his erection against the swell of my ass, "I think she might be going through a break-up or something."

"Didn't know she was seeing someone," he rasps as his lips brush against my ear, his hands sliding up past my rib cage and under the mounds of my breasts.

Could I lock the door and let this happen without Kelly realizing?

"It's too soon, princess," he says as he nips my earlobe then plants gentle kisses down my neck.

"No it's not," I moan as he gently massages my breasts, thumbing over my hardened nipples.

"I felt how much pain you were in this morning," he says in a low voice, his hands sliding down my arms, rubbing over my hands, threading his fingers between mine, "there's no way,-"

"I'm not though," I say and I turn to face him and his dark eyes bore into mine, those green flecks that I am starting to fall for flash bright back at me. "The pain is gone and everything is…healed."

He steps back a fraction, "no that…that isn't possible," he shakes his head slightly while he says it, "you can't heal that fast."

"But wolves can," I say.

He stares back at me for a long moment, taking in what I said, "but you aren't a wolf."

But I'm imprinted to one.

And there's nothing but silence for several seconds which feel like hours.

"Both Sam and the book said that the imprinted and the wolf can share abilities, the strength of which is determined by the strength of their bond," I say, taking a step into him and crossing my arms in front of me, lifting my chin up to him, "I think one of them is your ability to heal."

His mouth twitches and the light in his eyes flickers as it all comes together in his mind. After another few seconds of pause, he steps back and walks over to the door and for a moment I worry he's going to leave as he opens the door and peeks through at the front counter where Kelly is working.

"The bathroom has a lock, right?" he asks as he shuts the door quietly.

"Um, yeah I think so," I say and he walks over to me, grabs my hand and drags me to the door to the bathroom, he pulls me through and shuts the door, locking it behind him. He turns and his mouth is on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth and I thread my fingers into his hair, messing it up like it was when he took his helmet off. He presses me up against the wall and begins unbuttoning my jeans as I pull his hair closer to me, making his tongue swipe further into my mouth. One of his hands slides into the front of my jeans, his fingers gently brushing over my already saturated panties.

"So wet already, princess," he says and dips his fingers into my folds, finding that blessed spot that sends stars to my eyes and a rocket of pleasure up my spine. I moan as his fingers apply the perfect amount of pressure and then dips further back into my entrance, entering me and the serpent rears up, ready to light up my spine with heat and venom. I bit his lower lip and tear at the buckle of his belt, opening his jeans and reaching for his profoundly hard cock.

"I need this," I grunt onto his lips, "right now, Lahote," and I free his dick from his boxers and begin to stroke him and he growls turning me to face the sink. I steady myself on the counter of the sink as he yanks my jeans down, pulling out a shiny square package from his jeans pocket, ripping it open with his teeth, rolling the condom down his cock as he lines up to my entrance now dripping with arousal, "you had better not be gentle," I rasp to him as I watch his black fiery eyes in the mirror and that sinister smile is almost as devastating as his normal smile as he slams his cock into me all the way to the hilt.

And I'm dying…I'm dying…I'm dying…

I have no words and I'm breathless. Every part of me is completely filled as the feeling nearly kills me. His hips begin to thrust into me with a pace that is catapulting me right to the lip of the void and after a few strokes I feel myself beginning to falter.

"Gonna watch you as you come, princess," he growls as his hips snap into my back side, making my whole body jerk forward into the counter.

His rough hands are gripping bruises into the crests of my pelvis, as he thrusts into me hard, feeling the muscles and bones of his hips punch bruises into my ass. My knuckles are gleaming white as I grip onto the sink and I feel like I'm slipping off that edge…one more thrust…one more…

And as he does I cry out as I sail over and I arch my back, feeling the skin start to break on my fingers as I grip the counter with all my strength.

"That's it sweetheart," he says as he pumps into me a few more times to bring me back down into my body, as one of his hands skates over my abdomen and nestles between my thighs, swiping delicious pressure on my clit. I'm immediately climbing again, back to my ledge as his hips begin to snap hard into me and with the pressure of his fingers, I was there again in no time. I start to whimper as he kisses between my shoulder blades and his other hand that was pressing bruises into my hips now threads into my hair pulling me more upright and I'm about to sail over with this change of position as he pistons into me and swipes rockets of pleasure up from that bundle of nerves.

…mine…mine…mine…

I hear him chant in his mind as his breath blows peppermint across my ears and face and I crash again, I moan as I fly apart in every direction, every muscle contracts and my channel clamps down around him making him groan.

"So fucking beautiful, so perfect," he rasps in my hear as his hips thrust into me and I feel them begin to stutter and his cock begin to pulse filling me even more and then without warning he pulls out of me and I gasp at the sudden emptiness. It's so vile I could scream. He turns me around and lifts me onto the counter and lines back up to my channel and wastes no time as he thrusts back into me and the relief with his presence back inside of me is breathtaking. I can't imagine wanting anything else ever in my life, aside from him being inside of me, just like this. My head lolls back as one of my arms drapes over his shoulders and the other holds myself up, against his hips on the counter. He begins muttering again as his hips begin to stutter, his cock pulsing "…sweetheart…I'm gonna…I need to…fuck…oh fuck…" and he grabs my ass pulling me tight into him as he thrusts hard into me, his face buries into my neck and hair as he groans deeply, filling the condom with another part of him that I want…I want it and it's odd being jealous of a condom…

His hips jerk a few more times and then his lips are on mine again his hands cupping my face, brushing the hair out of my eyes. Then I hear a strange high pitched hissing noise coming from the break room…a whistling, maybe?

"Oh shit the kettle," I say as I begin scooting forward and he pulls out of me and I audibly whimper at the emptiness. I don't think I hate anything more. I grab my jeans and shoves my legs in, yanking them up to my hips as I run out to the kitchenette and remove the kettle from the burner, filling the mug with hot water to make chamomile tea that I promised Kelly. God I hope we haven't been too long.

"It was only ten minutes," Paul says emerging from the bathroom, hair straightened out as he buckles his belt.

"Really?" I say, impressed with how much we accomplished inside that small window of time.

…gonna make you come three times next time….

"Only three, huh," laughing as I pick up the mug and while I smile, biting my lip as I approach the door to the break room. I was wholeheartedly up for that challenge.

I hastily bring the mug of tea out to Kelly, trying to think of some good excuse as to why it took longer than a few minutes. She's still at the computer as I bring it up to her.

"Hey sorry it took so long, the burner was…not working," I swallowed hoping she would buy it. I hated lying but I don't think the truth would allow me to keep my job, so "burner wasn't working" it is.

"That's okay, thank you," she says as she takes the tea. I glance over at the computer and she has an article up of a man that was attacked and killed in the woods. They had a picture of him up on the article and he looked like he was in his early thirties, with dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. He had a nice smile and masculine features with a square jaw and dimples.

"Did you know him?" daring to ask as my eyes skim over the article seeing words like "brutal animal attack," "most likely bears," "rangers and police still looking," "family devastated."

She closed the article and turned to me, her face looked ashen and peaked with fear. "I…it's nothing, Bella, I'm just…I'm gonna go take a quick break." My eyes flit over to Paul resuming his seat back in the fiction section.

Something is wrong with Kelly.

…why what's wrong?...

She's scared about something…she isn't talking to me.

…maybe she doesn't want to talk about it…

Can you talk to her, please?

And somehow I can hear him scoff through our telekinetic connection, which makes the corners of my mouth twitch up slightly. I watch as he puts his book down, putting it back on the shelf and shooting me a sidelong glance that screams, "I'd rather not be doing this," as he walks over to Kelly who is making her way to the break room and they exchange a few words and he follows her into the room.

I finally start on the bins in earnest and manage to get two of the three bins cleared out and put back when Paul finally emerges from the break room.

And he doesn't look happy.

What happened?

…someone is harassing her…

Who?

…she won't say, but she's scared to go home…

Oh no.

…so I agreed to stay with her for a few days…

Goddammit.

What about wolf guard duty?

…I'll have to talk to Sam…

"Fuck," I whisper. I was really looking forward to having him with me uninhibited for a few nights.

…I'm sorry princess, but you were right, something isn't right…

Ugh. I'm glad that we were able to hopefully help Kelly, but I think I am slowly becoming my sex monster.

…she's the only family I've got and I owe her…

No need to explain, you need to be there.

The monster gnashes its teeth and wails in antagonistic protest.

Kelly walks out and she looks relieved, the air around her feels lighter and her smile is back; and that alone helps quell some of the desire that rages through me. Kelly needs him more right now and I want her to be safe more than anything.

I just hope the absence of him won't kill me in the meantime.