Witch and the hothead 13
Sam
Lingering in the shadows on the edge of the property to avoid getting caught, watching the woman inside the house as she moves around laughing with his pack brothers. Biting back a growl when their laughter reaches my ears. I would never discourage them from befriending her; it's just that I can't help feeling jealous.
Sam caught up with them on their way to her house, and Jacob showed him their conversation and her asking for their help with her magic. I had to stop myself from ordering them down, I know she feels safe around them and have formed a friendship.
But she should have asked him, not them. Doesn't she know how dangerous it is for her to be around younger wolves? I had to force myself away from her property when I saw them throwing themselves against her shield, his wolf got too agitated and angry.
I was almost at the Canadian border when I felt her panic through the pack bond and rushed back, by the time I got here, they were inside the house again.
Since meeting Hermione it's been impossible to stop thinking about her, and it's getting on his nerves. Feeling no attraction towards her, but there is something there—a connection that is deeper than just curiosity, and it's making the wolf inside him restless.
Her smell is familiar, and the wolf calmed down in her presence, just like when he is around Emily and his pack brothers.
And when she approached him in wolf form and touched him, he had to fight back the impulse to fucking purr like a kitten.
The sound of the front door opening snaps him out of his thoughts. I watch them as they linger on her porch before saying good bye and I slink back in to the woods to join them.
Blocking my thoughts from the others when I can hear them through the link, they all radiate happiness and amazement over the strange girl living in Ana's old house.
"Pack meeting in 10 minutes at my place " I grumble and sprint towards my house, leaving them behind.
When I reach the house, I start pacing back and forth, listening to Emily hum as she cooks dinner inside. The knowledge that she is safe and happy calms my agitated wolf a little.
"What's going on man" a voice asks behind me and I whip my head around startled baring my teeth.
Jared, he lazily walks towards me, head lowered in submission. I haven't been forced to fight anyone of my pack brothers into submission for a long time, the gesture makes me stop.
"I could feel you earlier when I was on patrol, I almost thought you had found a leech trail with the anger you were sending out" Jared explains and sits down, keeping his distance.
Feeling his irritation grow again, how could he have missed that Jared was on patrol? He got so caught up in his anger over Jake, Quil and Embry's idiocy that he missed another wolf being around. This was not good, this tiny woman was messing with his head way too much for his comfort.
"I haven't figured it out yet, I'll let you guys in on it as soon as I have more answers myself" I say and Jared nods his head.
The others gather around and bring updates from patrol, nothing new. There haven't been any leeches on their territory for months now. That's good but it makes the wolves restless and the ongoing conflict between the pack and the Cullens keeps the pack uneasy and are just waiting for shit to go down and it makes it hard to relax completely.
"Let's keep up the same rotation on patrol, if you find anything, you let me know" I say and round up the meeting, everybody eager to get home.
"What are you so fucking happy about man? Got your dick wet for the first time or something?" Paul sneers at Embry as he stalks around him in a circle. Pauls body language is surprisingly hostile and it makes the whole pack stop and prepare for a possible fight.
Pauls short temper is nothing new, but this sudden change from one second to another is strange, even for Paul. His tail high and teeth bared as he moves closer to Embry, nose twitching. He stops suddenly and whips his head around and looks at me, now growling.
"Who's the new pale-faced bitch and why do I have to learn this news from this fucking idiot?" he asks. He must have seen Hermione in Embrys thoughts, he has never been good at concealing them when he gets nervous, and Paul makes everyone nervous.
I sigh, ordering the others to leave, watching them run off before I face Paul. His whole body is vibrating with anger and frustration. I phase back and pull on my cutoffs, watching Paul do the same before I start telling him about the curious little witch living in Ana's old house.
"You missed the last pack meeting when I briefed the pack about Hermione and I told them to stay away from her. I wanted to talk to the council first. But Jake and dumb and dumber just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time " I say rolling my eyes,
"Nothing new there " I hear Paul mutter under his breath.
I laugh and shake my head, silently agreeing with him. Those idiots always manage to find themselves in trouble or in situations they have no business being in. I sit down next to Paul on a fallen tree and sigh. Now that he has calmed down, I know he's the one to give the best advice. He's always quick to react and get fired up but has always been the smartest of us.
Paul, even with his temper, is the only one of us who lost a future, like a real one out side of the rez. He got a scholarship and graduated with the highest score the rez high school has ever seen. He had dreams, wanted something bigger for himself than what the rez could give, and then this supernatural thing caught up with him. I think it broke him in some way, so I can't blame him for turning more temperamental.
I glance at him, his posture is relaxed but his eyes scan the forest around us, always alert. That's what makes him such a good pack brother, I never have doubted his intuition or skill.
" My wolf likes her" I say and look over at him. At first, he looks confused and then I can feel his anger starting to boil again.
"Explain!" he growls, his hands curling in to fists.
"Not in a romantic way! " I say quickly and raise my hands trying to calm him down " It's another connection, almost the same one I feel for the pack but a little stronger. I feel overly protective of her, she smells like family."
Pauls shoulders relax and he takes a calming breath after listening to my explanation. I know he loves Emily like a sister and it makes me smile knowing he would rip me apart if I hurt her. That's also one reason why I'm closest to Paul. He is the most loyal and fierce friend and brother one could ask for.
All the rumours of him being a bad boy, running around breaking girls' hearts are complete bullshit, he had one girlfriend and when he dumped her because of his busy schedule with the pack, she then started the rumour.
Paul furrows his brows looking deep in thought "She's not from here, right? You said she was British." I nod my head
He grins and slaps me on my shoulder, standing up, "Maybe she bewitched you with some spell brother "he laughs and ducks away as I try to hit him back,
shaking my head "fucking idiot " I laugh get up and listen to Emilys steady heartbeat, its gotten late, she's probably in bed waiting for me, if she haven't fallen asleep already.
" Meet me here tomorrow after your rounds, don't go lurking around in the woods " I can see on his face that he wants to argue "Paul, I'm serious. Stay away from her tonight, we'll figure this out tomorrow " my tone almost an alpha command and he knows I'm being serious.
"Sure thing boss" he backs away giving me the one finger salute before turning around and running in the direction of his house, chuckling I shake my head and head over to the house and my mate.
I enter the house soundlessly, walking over the hardwood floors towards the bedroom where I know my mate is sleeping. The second I step in to the house, all thoughts of the pack and the strange little witch disappear. All I can think about is Emily. Her scent is everywhere in the house. I bet that if we moved and I came back here in 10 years I would still smell her.
Emily smells like sun-warm pine, freshly baked cookies and honey.
It's mouthwatering.
Her long black hair is soft like the finest silk and her skin smooth like butter. The pang of guilt and shame hits me like always when I think about her beautiful face, scarred forever, because of me. To me, she is still as beautiful but it's a constant reminder of my failure. I thank Taha Aki every day for her big heart and that she was able to forgive me. Otherwise, I don't think I would be standing here today.
I shed my shorts and carefully get under the covers next to her, scooting closer until I'm pressed up against her naked back. She sighs, even in her sleep she is in tuned with me, as I'm with her.
Not able to resist I run my hand down her shoulder, over her waist and down to her hip. Pulling her back against me. Her plump arse rubbing against my hard cock and I can't stop the satisfied low growl in my throat when I smell her arousal.
"mmhh, my love "She sighs and reach back and run her short nails over my scalp, making the growl rumble louder.
Brushing her hair away from her neck, kissing her mating mark, the smell of her arousal getting stronger just from the slightest touch.
"Please my love "she whispers rubbing her legs together.
Turning her on to her back, kissing her softly, pouring all my love in to the kiss watching her beautiful eyes glitter in the darkness.
"You never have to beg for anything my love "I murmur against her lips and start kissing my way down her body.
Her perky breasts fit perfect in my big hands and the rough skin of my palms a contrast to her soft skin. Rolling her dark nipples between my fingers, watching her back arch of the bed slightly. Leaning in taking the right one in my warm mouth. Her pleased sigh is everything I need.
Switching to the left while my hand seeks the warmth between her legs. I softly run my fingers over her clit and she gasp breathlessly spreading her legs wider. I let out a rumbling moan when I feel the wetness. The best compliment for a man to find his woman wet from his touch.
Kissing my way down, over her soft stomach and down to her wide hips and then further down to the dark curls on her mound. Breathing her in, I can almost taste her on my tongue and I can't wait any longer. Parting her lips with my fingers, watching her pussy glistening with her arousal before I lean in and give her clit a kiss, letting my lips warp around it, sucking slowly. I watch as her head tilts back and her small hands fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples between slim fingers.
I let out a satisfied growl, and she moans loud from the vibrations and I slowly slip one finger inside her. Her pussy almost sucks me in to her heat and it pulses around my finger. Flicking my tongue a little faster over her clit as I work my finger deeper, in and out of her hot passage. Adding another one, feeling her clench down, I know she is close. I latch on to her clit, sucking harder as my fingers pump in and out, slow but deep, twisting upwards, rubbing her G spot.
Watching her mouth open, back arching and her hands now fisting the bed sheets. I can hear her heart thundering in her chest as she holds her breath. I know my woman is standing right at the edge and it makes me feel powerful. I reach up with my other hand and pinch her nipple and I growl low. She sucks in a deep breath as she falls.
And she does it so beautifully.
Her pussy squeezes my fingers tight and I feel her thighs tremble, her moan low and long as she falls and she lands with a soft sigh.
I remove my fingers slowly, kissing her clit softly before I rise up on my knees, staring down at the goddess in my bed. Her soft satisfied smile makes me grin and I lay down next to her pulling her close. Her head resting over my heart and I know she can hear it beat in the same rhythm as hers. Synced, her pleasure is my pleasure. My heart is hers and without her it would not be beating. I close my eyes, breathing in the spell of sun warm pine, freshly baked cookies and honey.
Paul
Running in human form through the woods always calmed me down, in wolf form, the instincts to search for threats or hunt for pray sometimes takes over, the human part of the brain gets quiet and I'm all wolf. That can be soothing too, in a way, but I've learned the hard way not to escape my thoughts and feelings too much. It makes everything worse when you phase back. It's like substance abuse, I watched my mother destroy herself with alcohol to flee from her pain and loneliness. Not something I want to do.
I reach my house and jog up the stairs and step inside, turning on the porch lights before heading to the kitchen and grab a couple of beers, ironic I know. But it would be impossible for me to escape my pain with alcohol. The perks of being a wolf I guess.
I walk back out on the porch and sink down on the sofa, relaxing for the first time today. And now, when I'm alone I let my guard down. I know Sam thinks he has me all figured out, and sure, he's the one that I'm most comfortable around, but not even he knows everything. If he did, he would have known that my reaction today was not anger for being left out of the loop with the witch, no.
It was the insane feeling of jealousy that I felt seeing the three brainless shits hanging out with her, making her laugh.
The uncontrollable anger I felt when I saw them fucking jump her shield, feeling her panic, almost tasting it through the pack mind. It almost crippled me.
And the impulse to rip Sams throat out when he said that his wolf liked her.
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Hello everyone!
Long time no update.
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A short chapter to let you know I'm back! I hope you haven't given up on me! ( My first time writing smut *blushing* )And the hothead has entered the story..