welcome to emily's house

the man currently occupying himself between your thighs couldn't seem less concerned with your other two imprinters; on the other hand, you couldn't seem to pull your attention away from them.

it was a rare sight to see embry indulge quil and it only took you coming to him in a fit of tears when you couldn't seem to untangle your hair thanks to quil manhandling you when he was fucking you the night prior. if you'd have known this is what it would've taken to see the two of them, you would've started up the waterworks a long time ago.

"oh my god she's drooling-" quil whined, collapsing back into embry who just rolled his eyes. if you didn't know any better, you would've assumed embry was wildly uninterested in any of this given he was the only one who'd opted to keep his clothes on during this whole ordeal.

despite quil's beefy frame, embry still managed to keep his arm wrapped around him quite easily, his hand lazily pumping at quil's cock as the two of them watched seth and you.

"you know, she'd do that for you, too if you stopped fucking up her hair every time you wanted to get your dick wet," embry drolled, his brown eyes drifting up your naked figure, a small smirk coating his features when he made eye contact with you.

seth, despite being known for his patience most days, suddenly seemed briefly annoyed that your attention wasn't on him, sliding his unsupporting hand down your belly to gently roll the nub between your folds.

the sudden attention on your clit had you gasping and arching up toward him, quil groaning even louder while seth just exhaled a breathy laugh, "stop payin' so much attention to him, pretty girl, he's gettin' off on it," seth teased, embry humming in agreement.

"sorry," you whispered bashfully, cheeks heating up as seth just chuckled again.

"wanna show him how pretty you look when you cum on my cock? think that'll teach him a lesson," he mused, that all too familiar clearwater smile coating his features when you immediately nodded.

although you were tempted to glance back over at your other two imprinters, you were more interested in cumming and, more importantly, teaching quil a very important lesson, so you kept your eyes on seth who seemed quite proud of your decision, threading his fingers through your hair with his supporting hand to gently scratch at your scalp.

a soft sigh of relief escaped your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as he rolled his hips against yours again, keeping with the steady, slow pace you'd come to know and love.

"such a good girl for us, isn't she em?" seth mused, his thumb gently rubbing slow, tight circles against your clit as he worked you back up again.

"always is," embry affirmed and quil just let out another loud groan. despite you refusing to look over at him, you knew him well enough to assume embry must've started toying with the tip of his cock, always the most sensitive part of him and the spot that always got him more vocal than usual.

your hands slid up seth's bare chest, eyes opening again as your legs fell open just a bit wider, giving seth the room he needed to thrust a bit deeper into you, "fuck pretty girl-" seth groaned, dropping his head against your shoulder as he felt the pressure of your ripened cervix kissing the tip of his cock with each thrust now.

"feels so good-" you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to tug him down closer to you, both of you whimpering and moaning as he picked up the pace just enough to have both of you spiraling closer and closer to your orgasms.

"em you gotta let me cum-" quil's begging had your mind becoming even dizzier with pleasure, the wet sounds of seth fucking your pussy and embry tugging as quil's cock sending all your senses into a tizzy as you tried to hold on long enough to cum with seth.

"not allowed to cum until she does," embry's dry voice replied and quil didn't miss a beat, immediately begging except this time his words were directed at you.

"fuck lovebug please- i'm sorry i fucked up your hair like that- jus' please- oh fuck me-" quil's stuttered sentences combined with seth's muffled whimpers sent you right over the edge, tensing in seth's arms as your orgasm crashed into you with an overwhelming intensity.

you came with a loud cry, clinging onto seth as he came crashing down with you, his own climax barreling through him as he released himself into your swollen channel.

you'd known for a long time that having embry put you in your place did something for you but you didn't realize just how ridiculously hot it was to watch him put quil into his place, especially when he was doing it for you.

"fuck pretty girl," seth's breathless voice lulled you back as he pressed a soft kiss to the crook of your neck, slowly lifting his head as you both came back to your senses.

you struggled to catch your breath but reluctantly loosened your grip around seth's shoulders, just enough to look over at your other two imprinters.

notably, quil still hadn't seemed to come back to his senses yet, his always copious amounts of cum spilled across his abdomen and embry's hand as embry's grip on his cock loosened to slow, easy tugs as he eased quil through his orgasm.

“no manners either, charming,” you could faintly make out paul muttering to himself as you took in the open layout of the house. you rolled your eyes at his comment; if you didn’t have any manners, then he sure as hell didn’t either. 

you jumped when you felt his calloused hand slide over the back of your neck, wrapping his hand around with just enough pressure to guide you toward the couch. you knew he definitely felt how much he’d startled you, but he didn’t comment on it, “sit,” he ordered, and you weren’t sure where your earlier confidence had gone - it definitely left with embry and seth because you found yourself dumbly complying, knees buckling as you sat down on his couch.

paul paused for a moment too long as you sank back into the worn couch, suddenly much more self-conscious as you watched the way he was staring at you.

you couldn’t force yourself to meet his gaze, but his gaze was almost suffocating. although it felt like it was longer, you knew it could’ve only been a few seconds before he let out a heavy, disappointed sigh, and headed to sit down on the completely opposite corner of the couch. 

he didn’t say anything as he leaned forward to rest his elbows against his knees, hands clasped while he watched you. his gaze remained heavy as ever, and you found yourself shrinking back further into the couch in a vain attempt to escape it.

“i’m sorry.”

you almost didn’t hear it, his words catching you so entirely off guard that your expression morphed from an uncomfortable one to a confused one. 

“what?” you mentally cursed yourself when you heard the question escape your lips.

if paul could’ve looked more disappointed in you, you were sure he would’ve. another heavy sigh escaped his lips as he glowered at you, “i’m not gonna say it again. i thought you said we were groveling?” 

you sucked in a breath, cocking your head to the side as you ran through what exactly he was getting at. of course, he was annoyed; he just figured out how to apologize, and, from what you guessed, you figured he wasn’t exactly known for apologizing. and now you were acting like an idiot when he did. 

you slowly nodded, “i’m sorry too then,” you responded, “i didn’t mean to make you upset like that. i just- i guess i just figured that you were okay with me doing things with embry and seth but i should’ve talked to you all about it before…” you trailed off, not really interested in describing what you and embry were doing the night prior that pissed paul off enough to lose control of himself and shift.

he was incredibly hard to read, but he seemed to take what you were saying to heart, his features softening just enough to have you letting your guard down a bit. 

“i am okay with you fucking them,” he emphasized. almost immediately, a frown crossed your face as you stuttered out some half assed response to him. 

“i- what? i’m not-” you stumbled over your words, cheeks heating up as you feebly attempted to explain yourself, “i’m not fucking anyone.” 

paul scoffed, “well it didn’t look like that last night-” he started, but you cut him off, rolling your eyes.

“you’re in his head! you know exactly what we did!” you countered, crossing your arms over your chest, the thrumming in your mind notching up when you began bickering with him again.

he opened his mouth to respond but you cut him off again, “don’t-” you glared at him before continuing, “don’t talk to me right now. that humming is back and i’m not having you blow up for no fucking reason again,” despite the worry creeping through your veins, you managed to keep a strong face as paul thought through the pros and cons of continuing with you.

shockingly, he let out a heavy sigh, nodding as he pushed himself up from his spot on the edge of the couch. he looked like he was trying to figure out something to say to you, but the buzzing was drowning out any rational thoughts either of you had, so he seemed to settle on getting away from you, quickly heading out of the living room and down the hall to what you assumed was his bedroom.

you exhaled, slumping back into the couch, allowing your eyes to fall shut as you reached up to gently rub at your temples in a weak attempt to dull the ache there. between your head and your hips - you weren’t feeling great these days and were beginning to struggle to wrap your head around how exactly you were going to deal with that for the rest of your life.

with paul away from you, it became more manageable, allowing the rational part of your brain to take over enough to slow your breathing until you were able to calm yourself back down, the humming and pain reduced to its regular levels. still noticeable, but quiet and painless enough that you were able to tune it out again for the most part. 

you still didn’t trust yourself to see him again so soon, deciding to wait it out for a few minutes before you went searching for him. you settled for counting to 300, figuring that was enough time to completely calm yourself back down before you and paul continued your conversation.

it went by much slower than you thought, partially because you kept getting lost in your own thoughts about everything and had to start over a few times and also partially because some part of you, some more apprehensive part, counted much slower than you needed to to try and delay how long you had before you needed to find him again and finish what you started.

eventually, though, you reached your arbitrary finish line and, before you could work yourself up about it, you sucked in a breath and got up from the couch, forcing your legs to walk yourself down the short hallway you’d seen paul go down a few minutes prior.

“paul?” your voice was soft as you said his name. there were three doors near the end of the hallway, and you honestly had no idea which one he’d gone into. it didn’t take long to figure out, though, as you watched him step into the doorframe of his bedroom, the soft light from what you assumed was a lamp in there backlighting him.

a loud crack tore through the silence between you two, the drizzle outside quickly being replaced by a storm as thunder crashed in the skies above you. paul caught the way you jumped from the sudden noise, letting out a breathy laugh, “you afraid of storms, princess?” he asked, smiling when he realized you were glowering at him and his teasing.

“not afraid of storms,” you grumbled, “jus’ got startled-” as if on queue, another loud clap came crashing down, paul’s laughter echoing with it when he saw you jump again, grumbling something to yourself about stupid coastal storms.

you hadn’t even realized how close you’d gotten to him until you could feel the warmth radiating off of him, “you sure about that?” paul teased, smile widening when he watched the way you looked up at him, from his smirk over to his bulging bicep as he leaned against the doorway of his room.

“has anyone ever told you how obnoxious you are?” you asked, the glare you were serving up at him nearly faltering when he just laughed in your face again, clearly unfazed by your weak show of force. 

the rain that had begun pounding against the window helped dull the humming that had begun to scale up in the back of your mind again, but, unlike last time, this time you couldn’t help but not care as the two of you stared at each other.

“all the time, princess,” he drolled, “you gonna do something about it?” 

his question caught you off guard again, and your mind couldn’t figure out how you felt about his question. 

your brain short-circuited while you attempted to come up with a response, jaw dropping as you looked up at him in disbelief, while he just continued to hold that lazy smirk on his face, his tongue running over his teeth as he waited for you to make up your mind.

he raised his eyebrows, baiting you even further when he watched your internal battle play out on your expressions, “can’t decide, princess?” 

in a split-second decision, you decided to take matters into your own hands, stepping closer to him so your chest brushed up against his. you refused to break his eyes, suddenly quite interested in flustering him just as much as he had you. 

his brown eyes flickered between yours and your fingers, where they were currently dancing along the hemline of his sweatpants.

yea, two could play at this game.

you just hooked your fingers around the waistband, unable to hide the smile that crossed your face when paul sucked in a breath as he felt your fingers against his naval. you only left them there for a moment, unhooking your fingers as soon as you got a reaction from him, instead opting to run your fingers across the solid wall of muscle that was his abdomen.

you finally broke his gaze, enjoying yourself as you shamelessly ogled him, “what are you doing?” paul’s voice was tight as he asked. 

you exhaled a laugh when you saw his sweatpants beginning to tent, his cock clearly stirring awake as you toyed with him.

“doing something about it,” you’d barely gotten your words out before you were wrapping one hand around his neck, tugging him down to your level to smash your lips against his, the thrumming in your mind blocking out anything that wasn’t paul. 

his petrichor and oak scent flooded your nose, his body dwarfing yours as he backed you against the doorframe, his hands almost immediately finding purchase against your hips as the two of you molded together. 

zaps of pleasure shot up your spine as he rolled his hips against yours, his bulge rocking into your core with enough pleasure to have you moaning into his mouth despite the layers of fabric between you. 

you both seemed to be overtaken with desperation, paul’s hands sliding down to your thighs, and suddenly you were being lifted, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as your fingers knotted deeper in his hair.

“fuck- paul-” your whines came out muffled against his mouth as you felt the heat in your belly spreading, the fire in your veins overtaking you with such a ferocity you weren’t sure you’d even be able to support yourself much longer.

paul seemed just as lost to it as you were, though he managed to get out a breathy laugh, his bare chest reverberating with it as he carried you to his bed, “barely even touched you yet,” he murmured, one hand sliding up your back as he laid you down on his bed, the thin comforter immediately coccooning around you. 

you had half a mind to ask him why his sheets were so thin, but when you felt his warmth envelope you again, you shut that down, instead tightening your fingers in his hair to tug him back down and kiss him again. 

impatient with the fire rapidly burning through your veins again, you slid your free hand down his bare chest, hooking your fingers around his sweatpants just enough so he’d hopefully get the hint on what you wanted. 

paul muffled his groan against your lips, reluctantly parting from you, breathing heavy as he asked, “you’ve been fucked before, right?” 

you hadn’t really given much thought to having this conversation with him, and also, didn’t really think he’d be bothering with it, given how intense everything was with the two of you - you didn’t think he’d be able to control himself enough to find the time to ask.

you nodded, “it’s been a while though,” you responded breathlessly, fingers tightening around his sweatpants as you waited for his response.

“you tell me if it hurts then. don’t need clearwater kicking my ass for anything else,” he grumbled, sitting back on his knees, hands sliding down to your waist. 

his fingers felt like a furnace against your skin, not helping the already raging inferno in your body as he tugged your shirt up and over your head.

“he said it’s fine,” you whispered, lifting your arms to help him get your shirt off, cheeks flushing when you watched his head cock to the side as he took in your words, his gaze drifting down to your chest. 

he had to snap himself out of the trance he was in, staring at your breasts, when he heard your response though, “you asked seth clearwater if you could fuck me, and he agreed?” he asked incredulously, and you huffed, rolling your eyes. 

“him and embry said it’s fine as long as they can each have a date with me afterward,” you quickly explained, sitting up on your elbow, your other hand reaching forward to tug at his sweatpants in a weak attempt to pull him back down on top of you.

paul let out a loud laugh at that, “well they’re idiots for agreeing to that.”

you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him look genuinely pleased with himself, but he definitely seemed like he was here, a broad smile on his face as he unhooked your fingers from his sweatpants, much to your chagrin.

“can you just hurry up already? i feel like i’m on f-” paul’s weight settled back on top of you, your thighs burning from the stretch as he forced himself between them, his lips back on yours to muffle your complaining. 

although annoying as all hell, he definitely knew how to work your body. his free hand slid behind your back to unclasp your bra, tugging it off and tossing it to the side without any issue as his hips continued to roll against yours. 

his hand slid up to cup at one of your breasts, your nipples quickly hardening against his hand and chest. he only groped at the fatty flesh there for a moment before he pinched your nipple between his fingers, your yelp overpowered by his deep laugh, “definitely been a while, princess. you’re sensitive as hell,” he teased, chuckling when you glared up at him, the satisfied smirk on his face queuing you into the fact that he most definitely was not affected by your glowering - if anything, he seemed to be turned on by it, his cock twitching against your thighs. 

“gotta take my time with you then, yea?” he mused, smirk deepening when you huffed but nodded nonetheless. as desperate as you were, you weren’t interested in finding out how fucking him unprepared would feel. if you were going to be taking him, you’d need all the prep he could give you. if nothing else, the two of you could at least agree on that.

paul exhaled a pleased sigh before he was rolling your nipple between his fingers, the pleasure immediate as he applied pressure to the hardened peak. his head dipped down, then, immediately taking your other nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub.

your head dropped back against the mattress with a loud moan, eyes nearly rolling back with how quickly the pleasure began coursing through you again. you’d never experienced anything like this with any previous partners, and, although you wanted to attribute it all to the intensity of the moonbond, you couldn’t help but also wonder if paul really was just that good.

of course, you could never let him know that; his head was already way too big, but the thought still lingered in your mind as he continued suckling and rolling at your nipples, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to create a harmony that had you nearly seeing stars. 

“go ahead then, princess,” although his voice was soft, barely audibly between the way he had your nipple in his mouth and the pounding of the rain as it poured down against his bedroom windows, the humming in your mind tuned out everything but the pleasure in your body and him.

you knew you’d been hanging on by a very thin thread since you first kissed him in the doorway, but were still shocked when your orgasm hit you, slamming into you like a freight train as you came with a loud moan.

paul worked you through it, softening his movements as he continued his ministrations, the once rougher nips against your nipple now softened to gentle suckling, his fingers releasing most of the pressure so he wasn’t completely overstimulating you. 

your breaths came in shallow and shaky as you struggled to regain your senses, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your system momentarily soothing the ridiculous humming in the back of your mind. 

“nice and easy, princess,” paul murmured, pressing one more kiss to your breast before he was sitting up, chuckling when he saw your blissed out expression, “focus on your breathing. i’m not even close to being done with you yet,” he mused as his warm hands ran down your bare chest, unzipping your jeans so he could shimmy them down your legs. 

he didn’t need your help, not that you were in any kind of place to give it to him anyway, quickly tossing your jeans to the side while he gave himself a minute to take in your nearly naked figure.

although his tone was soothing when he spoke to you, you found yourself struggling to wrap your head around how on earth you were going to get through more than one round with him if you were already feeling this exhausted and overwhelmed from just one orgasm with him.

in your post-orgasmic haze, you couldn’t help but not care as he drank in the sight of your figure. with previous partners, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being scrutinized, but whether it was paul’s energy or the aftershocks of your orgasm, you didn’t care. 

he hooked his fingers around the thin fabric of your thong, tugging that off and to the side too, so that you were completely bare underneath him. he didn’t give you any time to decide if you wanted to feel self-conscious about your pussy being entirely exposed to him, hooking his hands around your thighs as he laid himself between them. he’d clearly already made up his mind about what he wanted to do with you, his tongue licking a broad stripe up your slit. 

another loud moan was pulled from your lungs, the sensation both foreign and divine as he immediately latched his lips around your clit, suckling on the bundle of nerves there just as he’d done with your nipple a few minutes prior. although he was a bit rougher with your breasts, he seemed to be taking some mercy on your pussy, your immediately jolting when he lapped his tongue against the nub, letting him know you were definitely as sensitive as he’d anticipated you being. 

while he worked you over with his mouth, he released one of your thighs in favor of circling your tight entrance with his finger, “paul-” you whined, fingers reaching down to immediately knot into his inky hair, your breathing that you’d just evened out now shallow and unsteady again as that inferno began spreading with the same intensity as before. 

“relax, princess,” paul murmured against your clit, slowly sinking his pointer finger into your weeping cunt when he was confident he’d lubed it up with the honey that was quite literally drooling out of you, “taste so fuckin’ good.”

you weren’t even sure you’d heard him correctly with the way he was buried between your thighs, your heart skipping a beat as his finger sank into you. although you’d touched yourself here and there, you still felt that familiar ache deep in you as he stretched you out to make some room for the inevitable intrusion that was his cock.

your first orgasm had helped prep you for him considerably, allowing him to slowly curl his finger against your walls without too many whines from you before he was sinking his middle finger in as well. 

when he heard you beginning to fuss about the burning stretch of the second finger, he unhooked his other hand from around your thigh, sliding it over your hips so his forearm could rest along your belly and anchor you down for him to get easier access to your squirming figure. 

he didn’t let up with his mouth, turning it up a notch as he suckled at your clit with more pressure to distract you from the burning as he scissored his fingers inside you, your hot, soaking walls slowly working open with his help.

he continued, setting a steady rhythm that had you writhing underneath him in no time at all as the humming in your mind somehow increased in intensity, matching the heat burning beneath your skin as the fire that was paul lahote’s touch consumed you entirely.

“cum for me,” his voice was so soft and quiet, but it was the only thing your mind wanted you to hear, the command from him snapping the coil in your belly as you came on him with a loud cry for the second time that day.

the intensity of your orgasm had your back arching off the bed again, paul’s arm anchoring your hips down so he could continue to work you through it, curling his fingers against all the right spots while his lips gently suckled on the wildly sensitive bud that was your throbbing clit.

“so good,” paul murmured to you as he heard your shaky breathing slowly begin to even out again, pressing a cheeky kiss to your clit that had you yelping in surprise before he sat up with a laugh. 

you couldn’t muster the strength to fight him on it, too focused on regaining control of yourself as you watched him get off the bed, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down in one smooth motion to reveal himself to you. 

despite your daze, you still managed to let out a gasp when you saw just how heavy his cock looked, the girthy appendage drooling pearly white pre-cum from the tip, but unable to hold itself up despite how hard he was - a testament to just how big he was. 

paul smirked when he saw the mix of shock and awe on your face as you stared at his cock, “you’ve got lube, right?” you managed to get out and paul let out a loud laugh, clearly unphased by your concern as he reached over to the bedside table, fishing around for a moment before he pulled out a bottle of lube that had you thanking your lucky stars. 

you were definitely going to have to work to take him.

“you on the pill?” paul asked as he climbed back onto the bed, his cock bobbing as he settled back between your thighs.

you hummed and nodded, and, as much as you wanted him to fill you up right then and there, you still found yourself asking for your own peace of mind, “have you been tested?” 

paul chuckled and nodded as he sat back on his heels, pumping some lube into his hand before wrapping it around his shaft, his fingers barely able to wrap around the base of his cock as he coated himself, “you calling me a whore?” he asked, laughing again when you glared at him.

“i don’t need some weird disease-” you started, but he cut you off, reaching back into the bedside drawer and returning with a crumpled-up piece of paper that he handed to you before he went back to stroking his cock.

“you can see for yourself, princess,” he mused, not seeming particularly bothered as you uncrumpled the paper and read it for yourself. you were actually surprised he’d not only gotten tested but actually kept the results handy for you and whoever else this man was hooking up with.

“you do this for all your hookups?” you teased, though you were a bit curious to know exactly how often this man was sleeping around.

fortunately for you, paul didn’t seem too interested in drawing out your suffering - at least, not for long anyway. 

“just the ones i like,” he drolled before adding, “haven’t slept with anyone since my last breakup almost a year ago.”

you peeked over the paper to gauge his facial expression and, when you two made eye contact as he finally lifted his gaze from his cock to you, you knew he wasn’t lying. 

letting out a satisfied hum, you nodded, handing him back the paper, which he tossed to the side again, and had you rolling your eyes, “you can cum inside me then,” you agreed, “but only if you clean me up afterwards. i’m not going back to my house with your cum dripping down my thighs for all of la push-” he cut you off again with a roll of his eyes, both of you matching eachother’s energy.

“you think seth would let me anywhere near you again if he found out i was leaving you a mess after i fucked you?” he asked as he got settled above you again, the familiar warmth of his body coating yours once again now that he was on top of you.

despite your annoyed expression, a breathy laugh managed to break it at the thought of seth freaking out on paul for not taking care of you. the more you interacted with the three boys, the more you were starting to see how lucky you were to have each of them.

“i’ll go in slow and steady, but you tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay?” he asked, reaching one hand down to pump at his cock again, lining his drooling tip up with your entrance.

taking him was daunting, but your fear was quickly outweighed by the blazing fire boiling beneath your skin again. 

you gave him a small nod, expecting him to immediately start, but instead, he leaned down to press his lips to yours again, his lips curling into a smile when he felt your hands wrap around him, one tangling in his hair while the other gripped at his shoulder for some sense of stability.

confident that you were occupied with his lips, he notched the tip of his cock into your channel, your pillowy walls immediately blossoming around his cock despite the gasp you let out against his lips at the intrusion.

“easy-” he mumbled against you, staying true to his word as he slowly rolled his hips into yours, the stretch of taking him completely consuming every thought, nerve ending, and emotion in your body as he filled you. 

the intensity was overwhelming, though it wasn’t painful, just monopolizing any thought but ones about paul and how deep his cock was pressing into you.

you’d been fucked before, sure, but this was past that. whether paul would admit it to you or not, what you two were doing was more than just fucking. it was strengthening your bond with him, tying you two together in new ways that solidified you as part of him and him, part of you. 

he didn’t stop until he was confident you’d taken him to the root, his balls hanging low and heavy as they brushed against your ass, the tip of his cock spilling more precum out onto your cervix as it kissed the ripe and swollen ending of your channel.

you’d started to accept that you’d never catch your breath when fucking him, but, apparently, you had the same effect on him as well, paul laying more of his weight onto you as he pulled his lips from yours to kiss down your neck as he struggled to keep himself composed.

“you feelin’ it too?” you whispered breathlessly, his hot, shallow breaths against your collarbone letting you know you were right, even if he didn’t answer you right away.

you knew it would be a struggle to get him to admit anything to you, but the man was already buried inside you, so you knew it didn’t get much more physically intimate than that. paul seemed to come to the same conclusion, though, slowly nodding as he pressed another, softer kiss to the crook of your neck.

“it’s a lot,” he murmured, and a small smile crossed your face, your fingers gently scratching at his scalp as you both took the few moments he’d allow you to just soak it in and adjust to the change in each other.

you two seemed to be more in sync with each other, as soon as you’d felt like you’d gotten enough of a grasp on your composure, he seemed to, too, slowly drawing his hips back before rocking back into you.

he set a steady pace to start, both of you experimenting with each other to see what felt best but, when he heard the moans you were beginning to let out as his pace increased, he kept that up.

his hips rocked against yours with a gradually intensifying ferocity, matching the power of the heat setting your body ablaze as it consumed you yet again.

you didn’t even know he was moving until you felt his finger rubbing against your clit again, your eyes nearly rolling back into your skull when he rolled your clit between his fingers as your head hit the comforter again.

“fuck you feel like heaven-” paul groaned into your neck, “squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight,” his voice caught at the end, biceps bulging as he began pounding into you, both of you quickly losing the battle to not cum so quickly and have this end sooner than you wanted it to.

“paul i’m gonna-” you managed to squeak out, a fever pitch reaching beneath your skin as he continued his ministrations, both of you making sounds you’d only ever heard in pornos before. you hadn’t thought it was possible to cum this quickly or feel this good from getting fucked, but everything you knew seemed to be going out the window as paul railed you.

“let go princess,” paul’s voice was desperate as he encouraged you, walking you right to the edge, his own orgasm threatening to release too soon as you teetered on the edge of yours. 

unable to fight it off any longer, you came with a loud cry, paul right behind you as the two of you fell over the edge and into the crashing waves of pleasure below you.

you bit down on his shoulder as you came, your mind exploding into a kaleidoscope of colors as pleasure consumed you. if you thought your other orgasms with him were intense, this was putting them all to shame with the way it slammed into you, forcing you to surrender to it until the only thing you knew was paul.

his release flooded your channel, soothing you and keeping you from completely blacking out as the warm sensation soothed you. his hips rolled against yours while the aftershocks of your orgasms washed over you, both of you letting out heavy, ragged breaths as you struggled to comprehend the depth of what you two just felt.

the last you could remember, you were freaking out about everything, but that was way earlier at night. and, judging by the morning light filtering in past the curtains of your bedroom, some time must’ve passed. 

a quiet breeze blew through the room, the curtains billowing with the movement as the ocean air filled your senses again, “hey sweetheart,” sue murmured, the bed dipping as she sat down on the edge, her hand running up your arm, her touch still comforting despite your sweatshirt separating the two of you. 

seth came into your vision next, squating down next to the bed so he could be eye level with you, “you scared me,” his voice was soft as he spoke, his hands gently taking yours between his, both of you taking a deep breath together as you tried to figure out what had happened. 

he had genuine sadness written all over his features, and you imagined you also must’ve looked pretty scared and sad. you couldn’t figure out what to ask first, your mind racing through all the questions you had about what had happened last night. how did so much time pass? where was paul? embry? were they both okay? was seth okay? what about everyone else? what happened after paul got angry with you?

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, deciding that was a good enough start. you did owe him an apology; he always seemed to be stuck mediating on your behalf and picking up the pieces after things blew up with you. 

“it’s not your fault,” he reassured, pressing his lips to your hands when he saw your eyes welling with tears again. you really did hate crying, but it was all your body seemed to want to do these days.

“why don’t you lay with her for a little bit, and i’ll go get you two some breakfast?” sue suggested when she saw you just barely holding back your tears. seth nodded, looking over to his mom for just a moment before she got up, giving your arm one more comforting squeeze before she went to the kitchen to get you two something to eat.

you weren’t too hungry, too worried to eat anything, but you figured you’d deal with that later. seth stood to his full height, releasing your hands so he could tug back the sheets of the comforter the two of you had picked out together. 

you were happy with him. he was the easy pick, a solid and obvious choice. tears began rolling down your cheeks as you thought about your feelings for paul and embry - your heart now tugged in three different directions. 

seth’s hands grounded you as he slipped in beside you, pulling the comforter over both of your figures before he pulled you into his chest, “you’re okay,” he murmured, allowing you to curl into him, fingers tightening around the thin fabric of his t-shirt as you started crying again.

his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against his chest as sobs wracked through your body, one hand running up and down your back soothingly, “shhhh…” he cooed, pressing his lips to your hair. 

the two of you fell into a silence, the only sounds being the occasional sniffle or hiccup from you as you cried it out, the breeze that spilled into your room helping you focus on that instead of the weight of everything inside you. 

you didn’t want to choose between them. couldn’t choose between them. just the thought of it brought another round of tears streaming down your cheeks. with embry and paul nowhere to be found, you assumed they must’ve been just as upset with you as you were with yourself. you should’ve known better. it was your idea to deepen things with embry - he wasn’t pushing anything. and you should’ve known paul would be upset with it. he never seemed to be that great with controlling his emotions - especially when it came to you. 

the two of you sat in silence for a while, seth letting you work through your thoughts while he remained a constant presence, holding you close as you cried it out. you weren’t sure how long it had been, too lost in your mind to keep track, but eventually he spoke up.

“pretty girl,” seth murmured against your hair, waiting until your sniffles subsided enough for him to figure you were listening to him before he continued, “you think you can eat something? should help you feel better,” he slid one warm hand under your sweatshirt, gently running his hand up and down the bare skin of your spine as he held you close.

you nodded, knowing he was right even if you weren’t exactly in the mood to be eating right now. you tugged the cuffs of your sweatshirt over your knuckles to brush away the tears that wouldn’t stop streaming down your cheeks. 

he pressed his lips to your hair before untangling his hands from around you so he could sit up, climbing out of bed before holding his hand out for yours. you gladly gave it to him, allowing him to help you out of bed, shivering at the loss of his warmth and your blankets.

“c’mere,” seth murmured, pulling you into a tight hug, rocking you from side to side for a few moments to warm you up before releasing you.

“ready now?” he asked, intertwining your fingers together so he could lead you out into the kitchen when you nodded.

…

while you got some much-needed breakfast, sue took the opportunity to check your vitals as the conversation turned to what exactly had happened the night before.

“seth can you give me the thermometer?” sue asked as she sat down in the creaky wooden chair next to yours at the kitchen table, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around your arm so she could check that as well.

sue was a bit preoccupied with taking your blood pressure, so seth held the thermometer in front of you, waiting until you opened your mouth to slide it under your tongue. it only took a few seconds for it to start rapidly beeping once seth got it situated, both him and sue frowning as they looked at the number on the tiny screen.

“still a little low. we’ll have you lay back down with one of the boys once you’re done eating, okay?” sue asked, getting the blood pressure cuff off your arm once she was satisfied with the results of that.

one of the boys? “i thought embry and paul left,” you trailed off, anxiously looking between both sue and seth.

“you didn’t talk to her?” sue glowered as she turned her attention to her son, suddenly back in mom mode as she asked seth.

“she was upset. i didn’t wanna make it worse,” seth attempted to reason, sighing when sue just rolled her eyes as she turned her attention back to you.

“embry is just outside getting some air. we didn’t want him going too far with all the sleepwalking. but paul is at home - figured it would be better if he got some space,” she explained, standing back up just as the kettle started squealing, quicking attending to that while you sucked in a deep breath and looked over to seth who looked rather guilty.

“i thought he was upset after…” you struggled to find the words, unsure if you should be talking about the fact that you were making out with embry in front of seth given how poorly it ended the night before when paul saw it, “everything,” you settled on and seth hummed and nodded, his usual calm, happy demeanor quickly taking back over. 

“he was with you pretty much all night. he only left once to talk with paul before he went home, but he was with you pretty much the rest of the time. he’s not mad,” seth reassured, reaching his hand across the table to rest on top of yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

sue was right about your temperature being low, his hand felt like a furnace on your skin - albeit a very much appreciated one, but a furnace nonetheless. 

the back door slid open before you could ask any more questions, and embry’s familiar figure quickly filled the arched frame of the kitchen. he looked defeated to say the least, his shoulders heavy and his eyes worried as you two took each other in.

you had no idea what to say to him. you felt horrible - you were the one who pushed him to take things further, and now he got looped into suffering the consequences of your decision.

“you’re okay?” surprisingly, his voice was the one to break the silence. you were so caught off guard by him speaking to you first that it took you a few moments to figure out how to respond to him.

were you okay? you still had no clue what happened. before your mind could catch up with your mouth, you managed to whisper, “i think so.”

seth gently squeezed your hand again, and your gaze flickered over to him for a moment. he was watching you with a softer expression than embry, though both boys appeared to be equally worried. 

a sigh escaped embry’s lips, drawing your attention back over to him as he came to sit down in the chair next to you. neither of you said anything, the only thing breaking the tension was sue placing a cup of tea in front of you before she grabbed mugs for each of the boys as well. 

you each quietly said your ‘thank yous’ before settling into a thick silence again, none of you really sure what to say. what was there to say? you weren’t sure if any of them were interested in telling you what had happened last night, and you weren’t even sure if you really wanted to know. 

“drink. it’ll help warm you up,” sue encouraged as she came to sit down across the table from you, all four of you now with your own mugs of steaming tea in front of you. 

before returning to la push, you were never a huge tea drinker, but sue and seth’s insistence on it every day seemed to be rubbing off on you, and you couldn’t deny how it always seemed to help - even if only just a little bit. 

you hummed and nodded, gently sliding your hand out from under seth’s, offering him an apologetic glance that had him cracking a smile, instantly relieving you of any guilt you might’ve been feeling about it as you wrapped your hands around the steaming mug. 

sue was right, as soon as you took a sip, the warmth instantly helped your freezing figure, and the soothing fruit and floral notes of the tea had your mind calming a bit too. 

“you should know that he doesn’t usually get angry like that,” embry spoke, pulling your attention from your mug back over to him, “not anymore anyway,” he added after a moment, his tone relatively flat considering what he was saying to you, so you’d assumed he must’ve been authentic with you. 

you honestly weren’t sure why he was going to bat for paul like that. he did freak out on embry, too so how embry managed to get over the crazy emotions surrounding that so quickly was beyond you. sue did say that they talked, but you weren’t sure a conversation between the two of you would solve anything. anytime you interacted with him it always seemed to be ending in an explosion of some sort.

“it seems like he gets angry like that a lot with me,” you murmured, unable to hold embry’s gaze any longer, instead finding comfort in watching the steam billow and swirl from the mug between your hands. you could feel everyone’s gazes on you, and it wasn’t helping your anxiety in the slightest. you hated how intense everything seemed to be these days.

“i think that’s what he’s trying to say,” seth sighed, scootching his chair over to be even closer to you so he could run his hand over your back, “it’s something with the bond. he doesn’t actually have a problem with you - we can see inside his head, remember?” he asked, watching you with gentle eyes as you let out a defeated sigh and nodded, still not meeting anyone’s gaze.

his touch was heavy against your back, grounding you as he ran it up and down your spine, “we think you two need to strengthen it so that you two can get some more control over your emotions again. not that you’re as had as he is or anything,” he explained, huffing a quiet laugh before continuing, “but i can see how it’s also affecting you. embry can feel it too.” 

you frowned, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth when you felt your eyes welling with tears again. you were a certified mess, but that seemed to prove seth’s point - you were never emotional like this, so maybe it was the bond. 

sue took some pity on you, drawing the boys’ attention away from you as she stood up from her spot at the table, “why don’t you two sit on the couch with her so we can try and get her temperature up a little more, and i’ll call jake to see if he has any updates on paul. then we can figure out a game plan from there, okay?” she asked, her question giving you the few seconds you desperately needed to blink the tears away so you could get control of yourself again.

“sounds good,” seth smiled, gently patting your back before he was getting up, grabbing his mug and yours so he could go get you set up in the living room.

sue eyed you, waiting until you gave her a grateful smile and nod before she was satisfied with leaving you alone with the two boys. you were grateful to have her in your life. 

while sue headed out to the porch to call jake, you and embry got up, both of you unsure what to say to each other yet again. 

you figured now was as good a time as any to clear the air, “i’m sorry about last night,” you whispered, “i shouldn’t have pushed you, and i’m sorry that now you’re dragged into this too, and paul is upset with both of us. i should’ve just left it and i swear i’m not normally like this, it just feels like i’m not in control of my emotions anymore or anything and…” you trailed off, “what i’m trying to say is that i’m sorry and i totally get if you need some space,” you concluded, anxiously crossing your arms over your chest as you looked up at him, desperately trying to guage his expression to see how he was taking your rambling.

embry’s expression remained unreadable as ever, but he quickly put you out of your misery when he asked, “you done?” 

you frowned but gave him a small nod.

“first of all, you didn’t push me into anything. you’re like half the size of me - if i didn’t want to do something with you, it would’ve been pretty difficult for you to force me,” he started, “second, seth already told you that paul isn’t actually mad at you or me. it’s the bond so don’t carry that like it’s your fault,” he added, stepping closer to you, his broad, warm hands coming to slide over your hips, “and third,” he murmured, tugging you so the two of you were pressed against each other, “i don’t regret any of it. i’d do it again in a heartbeat if i knew it wouldn’t hurt you.”

your brain short-circuited as you processed his words, blankly staring up at him as you tried to register everything he just said to you. 

you didn’t have a chance to respond before seth was calling from the living room, “you wanna watch the next star wars movie? or should we put on something different?”

embry sighed, smiling a tiny bit when he heard your airy laugh break the tension between you two. you really needed to get some alone time with each of them - it was getting hard to manage the tension building. 

“the next star wars movie is good,” you peeked past embry’s shoulder as you called to seth before turning your attention back to embry who still had a pretty solid grip on your hips, “thank you,” you whispered to him, smiling when he squeezed your hips again before spinning you around so he could usher you into the living room.

…

sue seemed to have called half of la push by the time she came back into the living room to check on you. you three were nearly done with the next star wars movie when she’d checked your temperature again, her and seth much happier now that it was at least somewhat normal - according to them, not nearly as concerningly low as it was that morning.

“paul is just at home right now. jake is gonna head back over there and see about getting him to come back over here. billy and sam think it’s important that you two talk and get things sorted so things can hopefully stabilize a bit. i think it’ll help all of you feel better if you prioritize working things out with him,” sue explained, sitting down on the edge of the coffee table as she got the thermometer put back in her first aid kit. 

you slowly nodded as you took in her words, sinking back into the couch. you did want to fix things with paul. you knew things needed to be fixed with him, but you couldn’t help the overwhelming anxiety that took over you as you thought about how horribly things could go wrong with you two. you wanted to work with him, not against him.

“can i just go over to him?” you asked, looking between the three of them. seth and embry seemed a little reluctant to agree to it, but didn’t voice their concerns right away. sue, on the other hand, seemed to think about it for a moment before slowly nodding.

“i think that could be good. it might help relax his instincts a bit if he’s in his own home,” she trailed off as she thought about it some more.

“if embry and i can come with, then i think that’s okay,” seth negotiated, his hand running over your thigh again under the blanket, whether it was to soothe you or himself, you didn’t mind.

embry seemed to agree, nodding after he took a moment to think through everything, “can you stay outside? i don’t want him feeling like he can’t be left alone with me,” you clarified, looking between the two boys, who both didn’t look pleased with your new proposition. 

before either of them could talk you out of it, sue jumped in, “you know what they look like before they shift?” she asked, continuing when you nodded, remembering how badly paul was shaking the last time you saw him phase, “so if you see that then you get out of there and seth or embry can come help,” she decided and you gave her a grateful smile, both seth and embry reluctantly agreeing to it once they realized you and sue were going to go ahead with the plan whether or not they were on board with it. 

“okay well i need to head over to billy’s, but you call me if you need anything. i made some meatloaf yesterday and we’ve got plenty of leftovers, so i’ll swing some over for all of you tonight, sound good?” she asked, leaning forward to gently squeeze your knee in a show of comfort before she was getting up to head out.

…

it didn’t take long for the three of you to get out of the house, opting to walk to paul’s house instead of driving. seth didn’t say it when he suggested walking, but you figured it was so that you three would have some more time to talk.

the walk was nice, the larger than life evergreens towering above you with the moss covered rocks and dirt splayed out beneath you. if your senses weren’t already put at ease from the visuals, the gentle whooshing as the wind passed through the trees and the petrichor scent from the rain earlier that morning all combined together to soothe your nerves.

your suspicions about seth’s motives for the walk were quickly proven true when he broke the comfortable silence that had settled over the three of you as you headed down the street, “if he’s not all grumpy, do you know if you’re going to do anything with him?” he asked and embry was almost immediately rolling his eyes.

“seth-” he sighed, and you immediately felt your cheeks heating up when you realized what he was asking you.

seth immediately got defensive, “it’s a fair question!” he attempted to argue, resting his hand on your lower back as he bickered with embry.

“you don’t have to answer that,” embry turned his attention to you, and you, very intentionally, avoided his gaze as you chose to focus on the gravelly road in front of you.

“i’m not asking because i don’t want you to do anything with him,” seth added, “i mean i actually think you probably should do something with him if you want,” he desperately rambled, and embry let out a laugh at seth’s expense.

you decided to spare seth from continuing to fail to argue his case, you knew he meant well, he always did, “i doubt he’s going to be in any kind of mood for that but are you okay if i do something with him? it’s okay if you aren’t,” you asked, peeking up at him only to find him thinking rather deeply about it.

“i’ll be okay with it if you let me take you on a date after,” he decided after a moment, the seriousness of his tone leaving you no choice but to giggle as you thought about what he was proposing.

“i’m being serious!” his serious composure was quickly broken as all three of you laughed, “you can do whatever you want with him as long as i get a date with you. i think you’ll feel a lot better once you and him figure things out,” he explained, his hand sliding around your hip to gently pull you into his side for a hug that had you giggling again.

“you’ve got a deal, clearwater,” you teased, laughing when he immediately intertwined your pinky with his free hand’s pinky.

“can’t break it now,” he mused, an easy smile on his face as he listened to your laughter.

you rolled your eyes, still smiling like a love-drunk fool as you shifted your focus to embry, “are you okay if i do anything with him?” you asked, smiling when he also nodded. 

his features weren’t as over-the-top happy as seth’s were; he never was, but he didn’t look upset either, “i think a date is a fair compromise,” he contended, a small smile crossing his face when you giggled again.

“deal,” you held out your pinky for him, which he gladly took, hooking it around his own for another promise.

embry noticeably relaxed when you agreed, “so are you two really going to just sit outside the whole time?” you asked as the three of you slowed your pace as you approached the ranch-style house at the end of the block that had paul’s car parked out front. 

“probably,” seth didn’t bother lying, and you weren’t sure if you were grateful for his honesty or not. 

embry rolled his eyes again, “we’ll probably go run the perimeter. jake and leah are also on patrol now anyway, so if you need anything, there’ll be four of us nearby,” he explained, gracefully unhooking your pinkies so he could instead intertwine all of your fingers and squeeze your hand reassuringly. 

“okay,” you nodded, sucking in a deep breath as you eyed the front door of paul lahote’s house. 

“go get ‘em tiger!” seth cheered, patting your back to not-so-subtly send you forward. 

embry gave your hand one last squeeze before letting go, the two of them watching as you walked up the beaten-down path to paul’s front door, only heading past the treeline to shift once they heard you knock on the door.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, all your previous courage gone with seth and embry, leaving you feeling bare as ever waiting for paul to answer the front door.

for all you knew, he might not even answer. embry and seth could’ve been lying to you when they said he wasn’t mad at you. but then again, why would they send you over if they thought he was going to blow up on you? but also the last time you saw him he was blowing up on you so-

“oh great, the princess of la push. what can i do for you today?” paul’s dramatic groan pulled you out of your thoughts as he opened the door, his huge form easily filling the oversized doorframe. if you thought you were nervous before, seeing him towering over you so easily had you wanting to turn around and just go home. 

he was absolutely shameless, answering the door wearing just a pair of rather low-hanging sweatpants that did absolutely nothing to hide the shape of his cock beneath it. you couldn’t help the way you were shamelessly ogling his body, eye level with his stupidly well-defined chest that looked like jesus carved it himself.