NOTES | Alpha Orders | Inner Wolf | 'Talking in Mind Link'
Chapter Ten | Feisty Comfort
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Paul's teeth gnashed softly as his hands curled into fists. Brown? BROWN? He shook lightly. What in hell? He growled softly. Now he was pissed. He couldn't ask 'why silver' until next round.
Loveless arched an eyebrow as she watched the other's movement. Why does he seem angry that I like brown wolves? Her head cocked to the side before shrugging it off. "When did Jacob first realize he was gay?"
Paul smiled and coughed trying to cover the laugh. Yeah, she was meant just for his. Feisty, fierce, and fearless. She knew just how to make him smile. Paul bit his lower lip to keep from outright laughing. With his enhanced hearing he could hear his pack snickering.
Quil - presumably being hushed for laughing too loud.
Sam - telling a now giggling Emily what had happened.
And Jacob - most likely - choking on his food before growling while yelling in whisper form that he was straight.
The pack - snorting as they drawled out a 'suuure you are'.
Paul chuckled as he opened his mouth to speak. Oh, how he wanted to say yes. But then Jacob would come running up the stairs, bursting into the room, shrieking like a girl [sorta proving that he very well could be gay...and the girl in the relationship] that he wasn't gay. And then they would have to proceed to explain to Lov- Nicole...that they were different.
He heaved a small sigh. The smirk stayed on his lips.
She is an interesting imprint.
Yes, yes she is.
"Jacob - from what I know . . ." considering we can read each other's minds in wolf form. "Is not gay."
Loveless nodded. A smirk played on her lips. "Right, from what you know. . ." Her smirk grew. "so he could totally be gay."
Paul's head cocked to the side. It's like she knows he's listening. His brows knitted together as he thought about his next question. He almost didn't want to know the answer. Almost . . .
"Why Brown?" Why not silver? He growled -quietly- inhumanly - the wolves could hear him. They had no right to be laughing. His imprint would rather a brown wolf instead of a silver one!
Loveless giggled softly. "I'm being realistic."
Paul's head cocked to the side. Huh? He prayed she would continue talking and not make him wait another round to ask 'why realistic'. He only had 3 - maybe 4 if she was feeling good - questions left. He had to ask wisely.
"Brown is more realistic. I would prefer a silver wolf." her nose crinkled. "But the closest you can get to silver is grey. And I hate to break it to people grey . . . is just not silver." Loveless shrugged. "So brown is realistic." Her lips pursed as her brows furrowed momentarily. What had made her continue talking? Why did she give detail? Hadn't she told herself just to give a summarized answer - no deep in detail which could lead to some form of attachment? Why did she continuously feel the need to tell him everything?
Paul smiled goofily. Silver huh? Brown is just 'realistic'. Okay, Paul could live with that. For now at least.
Loveless eyed him. What in the hell is with that smile? Weirdo. Her icy blue eyes trailed over him. But God above, He's gorgeou- *cough - cough* "How old are you?" Loveless forced out as she cut her mind off quickly.
Paul's nose scrunched slightly. He knew that question would come. "21."
Loveless's head tilted to the right. Legal, well for me he's illegal . . . just like that body of hi- Her breath hitched as her eyes widened. She was not thinking about him like that. NEVER!
Paul smirked. He knew that look. Legally illegal. Every underaged girl's dream.
His lips pursed. Paul wasn't entirely sure he wanted to hear the answer to this question. "Out of us . . . Who do you like?"
Loveless cocked her head to the side. She knew which us he was referring to. "I guess it would be Seth."
Paul frowned. What the hell? He flinched slightly. Could she not feel the imprint? Did he mean nothing to her?
She frowned softly. Why does it feel like I just lied? She shook her head. Loveless rocked back and forth. What to ask what to ask . . . I don't want to get to deep. It'll be easier to stay on the line of acquaintances. Much easier for when I leave. Loveless grimaced slightly. Why did it hurt to think about leaving?
Paul fidgited slightly as he waited.
"Favorite time of day?" That wasn't to personal, was it?
Paul heaved as small disappointed sigh. Didn't she want to know anything about him. "Night."
"Okay." Loveless pointedly did not look at him. Well that was soooo not deep. Well, she couldn't help a glance.
Paul smirked.
She shivered. It was the same smirk. The one that had gotten her to open the door willingly and let him in. Loveless gulped. Not good.
Paul leaned back in the chair. "Favorite way to be held?"
Loveless froze. What the hell happened to not getting to personal? Ugh! that is completely and utterly a "Paul" question. "I guess I should let it slide. The fact that that was an awkward and creepily personal question."
Biding time. Stalling.
She blew out a slow breath. She glanced up at him. Loveless stilled as she fell into a trance. His eyes were intoxicating. Before she could stop herself, her mouth opened and words tumbled out. "Back hug." Loveless continued; giving him a full answer. "They show comfort, romance, and protection." something I want to feel. Something I want to know about.
Paul's ears tweaked slightly as he heard the wolves downstairs murmering about how they would have to remember nodded. Paul growled - to quiet for her to hear. If they dared to hug her like that...endless patrols. His head was tilted upward about to nod in agreement with the wolves in the kitchen - it was something to remember.
He looked directly into her eyes and nodded. Making a mental note, as he had down with everything she had told him. A twinge of pain shot through him. Would he ever get to hug her? Make her feel safe? Make her feel loved?
Her brows furrowed. There's that tugging sensation again. Her lips pursed in thought. "Your favorite way to relax?"
Paul heaved a sigh. Being near you. "Hanging around friends or running."
Loveless nodded. No wonder. He runs. That's why he is so built and fuc- STOP IT! Loveless shook her head. She glared at a smirking Paul. Her lips pursed. It was like he knew.
But he couldn't right?
There was no way he could know. know that her heart went into overtime with the mere thought of him. Her her blood boiled with desire when he smiled. That her body ached with want when his hands were on her body.
Loveless held back a groan and shifted - rubbing her thighs together for a slight friction.
Paul Lahote was going to kill her. He was the only one to ever make her feel so sexually frustrated or deprived.
But God, she had to give him props. Paul and God deserved props. And contrary to belief God had to be female. There was no way a male could have created Paul Lahote. He was too hot. To good looking. To fuckable.
But either way. Loveless was thankful. Very thankful.
LOVELESS! STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT! She turned to glare at a chuckling Paul. Yeah, he knew.
Paul shifted slightly. His wolf purred. He breathed in deeply. Paul could smell her. He grinned wickedly at the girl on the bed. She wants me. Let's have a little fun. "How do you like your bed?"
Loveless frowned. Huh? "Um . . . soft."
Paul bit back a chuckled. "Yeah, I thought you were the type to want it soft and gentle."
Loveless's eyes widened. They weren't talking about beds.
Paul grinned the wicked Paul grin.
She gulped. Her heart raced.
"I personally like it hard and a little rough."
Yep, sooo not talking about beds. If he wanted to be intimate, she could get cocky. Loveless nodded. She grinned impishly. "Yeah, I can't say I wouldn't like that."
Paul shifted. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. His jeans were suddenly a little tight.
Loveless smiled at her victory. Payback for sexual frustration! Her lips pursed. Now for my question. "Any family?" Her breath hitched as a jolt of pain shot through her. What the hell was that? Loveless frowned. Her brows furrowed deeper. What is this tugging sensation? Why won't it stop?
Paul and the rest of the pack stilled.
Each wolf tensed. They knew their alpha disliked thinking, let alone talking, about them.
Loveless realized the tension that was slowly elevating. "Paul?"
Paul heaved a small sigh. Her voice was soft, like a tinkling bell, soothing waters on a cool breezy day. It could instantly calm the wrath that built up in the alpha wolf. Maybe that was why she was perfect for him. It had to be.
He didn't have the heart or the will power to not look at her. She meant to much. He was starting to love her. With each new bit of information he learned about her. Paul fell even more in love.
"Paul?" She added a sliver of pleading urgency. Why isn't he looking at me? He is always looking at me? Her heart began to beat faster. Why did she want him to look at her? Why did she want his attention so much? Hadn't she been trying to stay away from it?
His head shot up on its own accord. He had made her ask for him twice. He couldn't do it for a third. He ran a hand through his hair. The words flowed out of him before he could control it. "My mom was an abusive whore and my father was an abusive jackass." His voice was thick, hard, and crude. His hands curled into fists as he shook.
Loveless's eyes widened. "Paul..." she whispered. She rose from the bed. A frown marred her lips. Loveless didn't know why she was doing this. She had no clue why she couldn't stop. All Loveless knew was she was overcome with the need to comfort the hulking male in the white chair. She moved closer. Her tiny, creamy, smooth hands grasped his overly large warm hands. She squeezed them. Loveless stood there in front of him - unsure of what to do.
Paul's wolf bristled as memories of his parents flashed through his mind.
"Paul?" She whispered.
Paul looked up and pulled her into his arms.
Loveless squeaked as she was pulled forward and forced to straddle the over grown male. She gulped nervously.
Paul whined softly and pulled her closer - soaking up her affection and warmth.
Her walls caved as she heard the man whine brokenly against her neck. Loveless settled her arms around his shoulders. She kissed the side of his head.
Paul sat frozen for a few seconds before he wrapped his arms around her more tightly. He breathed in.
She was intoxicating. Calming. Soothing.
"But I do have a little sister . . . she seems to make everything worthwhile." He smiled that protective older big brother smile. Before moving back to his former position - letting his nose rub against her collar bone gently.
He has a little sister?
Loveless bit her lower lip and stayed quiet. She had wanted it to be personal without being physical. But she hadn't wanted it to be personal hurtful. Her blue eyes glazed over as she leaned against him unconsciously. Her head titled as her cheek rested against the side of his forehead. She bit her lip and silently prayed he asked his 11th question. Yes, she was willing to spend more time with him if it meant he would smile. Smile Paul...please smile for me Paul. Please?
He breathed in deeply as a soothing warmth caressed him. It was the imprint. She was comforting him without words. So she does feel it. Paul smiled that wicked Paul smile and tightened his grip around her as he buried his face deeper against her neck. "Favorite way to relax?"
Loveless jerked slightly as she was pulled from her daydream slash praying. She smiled brightly before quickly whipping it off. "Huh?"
Paul leaned back in the chair and squeezed her waist. "I asked, favorite way to relax?"
Her cheeks burned softly with a blush as she stared at those supple lips pulled back - revealing white teeth - in a wicked grin.
Yea, he did that on purpose.
"Um . . ." Loveless gulped. "Its . . ." She trailed off. She couldn't really get away with saying what she wanted. It's this, sitting in your arms and on your lap. Could she really say that? God, no! He'd never let her live it down.
Paul hummed in question still smiling.
Loveless's heart went into overdrive as the rough pads of his thumbs slid over the bare skin of her lower back.
Paul's wolf purred in contentment.
Her lower back is a soft spot.
Paul heaved a small sigh. He wanted to find her other soft spots too. He continued to move his thumbs in soothing circular motions.
Loveless relaxed and her icy blue eyes became hooded. Her lower back had always been a sensitive place on her - and very few - VERY FEW people knew that. And that was how it was going to stay.
"Well?" Paul egged quietly.
"Bubble baths." Loveless admitted. Admitted to her second favorite way to relax.
Paul nodded. His brows furrowed slightly. She was hiding something.
Loveless blushed softly. No, she would never admit that her absolute favorite way to relax would be in his arms - taking his warmth. No, never admit that.
Carefully Loveless disengaged their joined bodies. A deep blush marred her high cheeks as she had to push against his shoulders - using him for leverage.
Paul pouted, but released her.
"So!" She chirped. "Favorite food?" Loveless knew it was the coward way of handling things after that very intimate moment. But, it was necessary. She would not fall in love. She would not become attached. She would not. She was leaving soon. What was the point of getting close?
Paul heaved a sigh. He knew what she was doing. He knew why. "Sonic Tots."
Loveless's brows furrowed as she stared at him over the top of her tea glass.
"That's the same look I get from the cashier when I go." Paul chuckled.
Loveless rolled her eyes. "No duh! You probably or like 10 large tots."
Paul had the decency to blush. The red rue contrasting only slightly copper skin. "20," He coughed.
"What!" Her eyes widened as she caught his answer. "20!" She exclaimed. Her jaw slackened.
Paul rubbed the back of his neck. He coughed once more.
Knock. Knock.
Loveless and Paul turned towards the door.
Loveless glared while Paul pouted as Sam opened the door.
"Did I say enter?" Loveless snapped as Sam went to step over the boundary and into her room.
Sam jerked backwards. He'd already hurt her. There was no need for more. "I just wanted to say that its 11pm."
Loveless jerked around to her alarm clock with wide eyes. That late already?
Paul mirrored her expression. He stood. He wasn't going to be the cause of her not getting her sleep. "Okay, thanks."
Sam nodded and stepped out of the room.
Paul stared at the girl in front of him. "Sleep well . . ."
Loveless nodded. "Night."
"I'll be here in the morning to pick you up." Paul trailed off slowly.
Loveless nodded. "Okay."
He frowned. She was clipped and short. Paul didn't like that. With a sigh and slumped shoulders he left.
Loveless winced as she watched him walk out of the door.
Buzz. Buzz.
She turned and looked at her new cell phone.
'I cnt wait 2 c u, bby. Mis u so much' - Vic.
'C u soon, Luvely. PS: we gt there early.
Gonna pik u up' - James.
Loveless beamed. YES! She wouldn't have to wait in the library till they got there. She quickly did her nightly routines and jumped into bed. She couldn't wait for tomorrow.
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