#paullahote

Y/N did not expect her life to turn out the way it has. She led a normal life, as normal one can be, at the age of twenty one. Like most her age she was confused on what she wanted in life. What she knew was she wanted to be an artist. That’s something she always knew.

At the start of the year her grandfather Quil Ateara III passed unexpectedly. It was a huge loss for not only her family but the community of La Push. Y/n’s home reservation, where her grandfather had served on council for many years, a well respected elder.

As If any of it wasn’t enough for y/n the family decided to read his will. Discovering he had left her with the estate and property under her name. Yet it was never brought it up to her in their many visits. Shocking the whole family it caused an uproar.

Her own mother was surprised at this news. Everyone figured he’d leave everything to at least one of his children. Her grandmother Molly was the only one not surprised. Instead she ensured that y/n would move in by the end of the season. And that no one could argue since it was her husbands will.

Even if it was passed onto her mother, or her many uncles and aunts, no one wanted to uproot their lives to live in the house. In fact the family was ready and planning to sell the house. Deciding to split the money between everyone and cut their losses on the property. But her grandparents wouldn’t have any of it happen.

And so it was y/n was on her way to her “new” house. Her grandmother Molly had already moved in to her sisters home. As a way of keeping an eye on each other now that they’re both older.

For y/n it was all so fast but an opportunity would never come like this again. For she had been desperate for a place on her own. A studio apartment wasn’t an ideal space for someone who loved, well, space.

It was a three story house with a wrap around porch. Fit with five bedrooms and one bathroom. As she drove y/n thought of how expensive and difficult it could get to maintain such a house. But she figured she’d at least try before trying to get a roommate.

Although it was all new and quite stressful to think of. Y/n was excited to be back in her beloved home of La Push. She had only visited a few times throughout each year. And as of late she hadn’t been around much with life catching up to her.

Driving down the same old roads she couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. How many summers she spent here and what good memories were made. The scenery was always something y/n favoured especially the tall beautiful pine trees.

Despite the constant downpour of rain it made y/n happy. Even just the smell of rain and dirt made her smile. It was a moment y/n wanted to savour for herself, entering the reservation, it felt like she never left.

The road was wet from soft rain throughout the day. The clouds blocking the sun from shining. Looking at the sides of the road the hairs on her neck suddenly spiked. A weird feeling in her gut began to twist and turn.

As she looked on each sides of the road it felt eerie. Although she drove down familiar roads it didn’t feel right. As if there were eyes peering a hole in the back of her neck. Rubbing the spot in comfort she tried shaking off the unsettling feeling.

After all she was stressed and tired after a long drive she convinced herself. Upon seeing the house she was relieved. Her grandma was supposed to be here before her. But her car wasn’t parked in the driveway.

Parked in the car y/n sat awaiting for either the eerie feeling to go away or for her grandmother to arrive. As she sat and decided, she noticed in the window stacks of boxes, she had sent her stuff beforehand. With the help of her cousins they moved everything inside.

Impatient and no longer anxious she got out of the car. The property has a clear and neat tree line. The backyard was a huge open field filled with wild flowers. Although at the moment it was still too early in the spring for such flowers. The field sat in colours of yellows and browns.

Y/n searched around the area in case of anything. Taking a short moment to look. With nothing around she headed inside. Deciding to unpack until her grandma arrived. She grabbed the rest of her belongings from the trunk.

Sure enough It didn’t take long for her grandma to pull up in the driveway. As y/n headed outside to meet her she felt even more relief. Seeing the soft smile on her grandma’s face brought her comfort.

“My girl! You’re finally home” she said into her neck as they hugged tightly. “Yep! Finally home for good” y/n replied holding onto her grandmothers hands. The two headed inside to catch up with one another.

Her grandmother Molly and her were always close no matter the distance. In times of need she always called her for advice. To be living more close to her was a blessing in itself.

“I would’ve been here long time ago but I had a meeting. It ran longer than it was supposed to” Grandma Molly took her grandfathers place on council once he passed. As she felt it was her responsibility to him and the community. The people had also unanimously agreed for her to take the position.

“It’s alright grandma it gave me extra time to unpack” which was mainly just her clothes. Scanning the room over the endless boxes her grandma fussed over y/n.

“There’s plenty of time for you to do that. Now that you’re home” her grandma smiled warmly once more. “You’re right but it’s just I need groceries” y/n replied as she looked around the fridge.

“I left you plenty of dry goods in the cabinets. But I took what was in the fridge and freezer. I figured we’d go now and shop for something more fresh” y/n wasn’t surprised at her grandmas smart and thoughtful thinking.

Agreeing the two stepped out of the house. Only to be met with the arrival of her cousin Quil Ateara V. Pulling up in his black truck he wore a cheeky grin. Immediately he stepped out and rushed in for a hug.

Quil was another one of her cousins she grew up close with. Besides herself Quil was close with their grandparents. Majority of the family relied on Quil and his help. It comforted y/n to know she’d see him more often now.

“Good to see you sis” he said as the two pulled away from each other. “You too! I was gonna text you but I’m glad to see you! I’ve been meaning to thank you for the help. Moving the furniture for me was a huge help for real”

“Easy work. If you need anything just let me know” Quil was always cocky and loved to tease. He could be serious when needed to. It was something y/n somehow missed in their time apart. Although she knew that behaviour was bound to wear on her. For now she was enjoying the moment.

“We were just going into town. What are you up to?” Grandma Molly asked Quil. Shrugging his shoulders he replied “Not much just about to stop in at the house. Wanted to see if this girl was home yet or not” he smiled as he nudged y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n smiled before an idea popped into her head. “How about the three of us eat dinner? On me? I’m famished and I do owe the both of you” she replied as the two agreed. “You don’t owe us anything we’re family” Grandma Molly assured y/n as the two walked to the car. “But I will take you on that offer” she joked making the other two laugh.

“Well I have my truck so I’ll meet you girls where?” Quil asked whilst twirling his keys. The three threw out suggestions. Grandma Molly and Quil ended up squabbling over which place to eat.

“How about Carver’s? Y’know I haven’t been there in ages” y/n suggested trying to end the arguments. It worked as everyone agreed. Y/n and her grandma went together as Quil followed in his truck behind. The drive was short but eventful. As grandma Molly continued to give her an update on everyone in the reserve.

Somewhere behind them Quil had veered off the path. But y/n knew he would eventually come behind. Vouching to get a table without him until he came the two headed inside. As y/n held the door open for her grandmother, before she could enter, a man rushed to hold open the door.

“Here I got it” the man said, he stood tall way over six feet and was obviously Quileute, despite cold weather he wore only a long sleeve shirt. Y/n briefly looked at him before a surprise walked through the door.

“Y/n? Grandma Molly? Oh my god! It is true you’re finally home!” Out rushing was her cousin Kim Conweller. She grew up with her close, the two were always together, but recent years they’ve been in and out of touch. The bond between them has never faded.

Growing up Kim, Quil, and y/n were close as a trio. They were the eldest out of their cousins. It had been awhile since the three of them were under one roof. Y/n felt overjoyed at her so far warm welcomes from everyone she’s seen.

The two hugged tightly albeit y/n was surprised. “Kim! Hi yes I’m home for good now! I’m glad to run into you” she smiled as Kim gushed. “Grandma here told me a few weeks ago you were moving down. I wasn’t sure if you actually were but here you are!” Kim gushed with a bright smile.

Y/n smiled back before looking up at the man who held the door. Who stared down at y/n, with curious eyes, it felt like the two somehow knew each other. Kim took notice and nervously laughed clutching onto his arm.

“Sorry y/n you caught me off guard. This is my boyfriend Jared Cameron and this is my cousin y/n“ Kim introduced the two as Jared reached out for a handshake. When she did he wore a welcoming grin holding a firm grip on her hand. It was almost like it burned to touch him with how warm he was y/n thought.

She had heard of Kim speak of Jared when they talked. Even when he was nothing more than a high school crush to Kim. But y/n never knew anything more than his name and who his family was. She has always been curious as to who he really was.

“Great to meet you y/n I heard a lot about you from Kim” Jared said as he stood beside Kim. Making y/n look at Kim with an eyebrow raised. “Hopefully she didn’t say too much” she joked as the rest of them laughed slightly.

Before Kim answered she gave a quick glance to Jared. Then with a bright smile she replied “Of course not! I’ve just been excited to know you’re back home. It’ll be nice to have a close girlfriend around” Kim said as it was true.

Y/n was the only girl she knew who was into feminine interests. Such as beauty, fashion, and everything in between. When these two meet it was always a blast.

“Yeah me too I’m glad to have seen you Kim. You should stop by the house this week. Once I get more settled in” y/n offered. After all it’d be great to have a visitor or a helper to unpack. It’s been long enough since it was just the two of them.

“Yeah of course just send me a text. Well we better get going it looks like we’re holding up the door here” Kim said as more people pulled up to eat at the diner. As they all started to leave Quil finally arrived. As he got out of the car he rushed up to the group.

“Hey bro” Quil said as he walked up to greet Jared. Who wore a smile bright as Kim’s when they briefly hugged. “Hey~, I’ll see you at the house, alright?” Was all that was exchanged as Quil gave a nod in response. The couple leaving in Jared’s truck.

‘Wait what house?’ Y/n thought as Quil ushered them inside. Sitting down it was a quaint dinner between the three of them. It felt familiar and refreshing for the three of them. The last few months darkened by the death of Quil Atera III.

The three talked about everything going on in each others lives. How their grandma worried about them and their future. Willing to help in anyway she can. Quil’s silly jokes and stories entertained them throughout the evening.

Finishing up their dinner they got it ready to take home. As it was getting dark Quil offered to take their grandmother home. Quil said “You need to catch up on your rest sis. Really it’s no problem” y/n knew she couldn’t argue.

As she looked up ready to leave she seen two people coming through the door. First to walk in was a girl with long soft auburn curls, skin that was beautifully pale and somehow glowing, her features were delicate and pretty.

Her beauty took the breath away from y/n. For she didn’t look like she was real more like a doll. It was hard to believe someone could look so ethereal.

Behind her came a tall man with broad shoulders. He was also tall dark and handsome, another obvious Quileute man, wearing a leather jacket. The two gave off such a powerful impression it was almost unreal as they stood together. His eyes were fierce but dark as he looked over at their table.

Quil took notice from the look y/n had on her face. Turning around his heart dropped into his stomach. The two men looked at one another with disbelief. “Jacob” he said rising from his chair, this earned a smile from the man, who y/n assumed was Jacob.

“Brother” was all Jacob said as the two collided into a tight hug. Holding each other for a moment. As the two broke away Jacob patted Quil’s shoulders. The fierce look in Jacob’s eyes faded away.

“I thought—“ Quil tried to speak before getting cut off. “We’re back home” Jacob said as he looked directly into his eyes holding Quil’s shoulders to keep him in place. They shared a brief moment together before Quil nodded. His lips tightened into a stern expression.

“Hi” the girl said with a voice so sweet and alluring. Taking away her focus it was all drawn in suddenly on the mysterious girl. “I’m Renesmee” She answered earning a smile from Y/n. “Hey my names y/n” Renesmee’s smile was so welcoming.

It felt like y/n was being drawn towards her more and more with each passing second. She was definitely being enchanted by her and her eyes. They were a shade of colour close to her hair, an almost honey brown, y/n and her eyes were locked. As the girl reached towards y/n to shake her hand Quil came quickly to her side.

Jacob suddenly put a gentle hand on Renesmee’s shoulder. Breaking eye contact it was like y/n snapped out of it, as if she wasn’t breathing before, she sucked the air back into her lungs. Leaning on Quil for support briefly. He looked down at her with concern.

“We were just getting a bite to eat me and her. I’ll stop by once I drop this girl off home” he told Quil as he cocked his head in response. “Back home already? Huh… Alright—” Taking a moment to rub y/n’s arm in support. He nodded as he grabbed his jacket and Grandma Molly’s arm.

“We have to get going” Quil said cutting the meeting short. “I have to get my grandmother home” he said as their grandmother tried to argue she wasn’t tired. Y/n was still trying to get a grip on herself. Feeling Renesmee burning a hole into her neck.

“I’ll be by later. I need to talk with Sam and the others” Jacob said with the serious look in his eye back. Quil nodded and as he turned y/n noticed the look on his face. As if he was slightly panicked trying to keep calm.

Grandma Molly silently placed her hand over Quil’s. Giving a firm but soft squeeze to reassure him. Quil’s posture softened, the three of them watching the two leave, y/n noticed how the energy of Quil and grandma Molly changed.

Y/n didnt want to bother the two and ask what was up. She felt it wasn’t appropriate instead deciding to just say goodnight to the both of them. As the two sped off in the opposite direction of grandma Molly’s house.

As she drove home she tried to calm her unsettled nerves. Reneesme was so enchanting and enticing, it was like she wanted to just submit to her, whatever she asked. It made y/n uncomfortable with how willing she truly was.

Trying to avert her focus she turned the music up and chalked it up to sleep deprivation. Maybe even anxiety but in reality y/n couldn’t put a finger on it. Who ever Reneesme was she was unworldly y/n thought before falling asleep.

As the week progressed y/n settled into her house and tried to figure out a routine. Which ended up just becoming eating, sleeping, unpacking, more unpacking, etc. A bit of shopping in between.

Already tired of her routine she wondered what type of social life there is out here. And when would she be able to find new friends. Her and Kim had been texting with each other frequently. Quil as well but both have been too busy to stop by.

It was still an adjustment living alone in such a big house. Didn’t help that every time she went places, like the grocery store, shopping for the house, she’d get that eerie feeling again. It wasn’t anxiety that was a feeling she was accustomed to.

For her it felt like being watched weirdly enough. Y/n had been shaking it off as moving in jitters. But in the back of her mind the thought of it all sat there. She didn’t feel afraid but more unnerved, feeling the back of her neck hairs raise, as if she needed to be alert.

Sometimes before bed, in her bedroom there was a windowsill to sit on, some nights she’d just gaze out into the tree line. Looking up at the moon in all it’s beauty. It was one of the only ways to soothe her nerves as of late.

All of it made her wish for a roommate some days. Living alone out in an open field was unnerving enough. But when she’d leave that’s when the feeling would arise. She wondered if it was spirits but the house was already cleansed thanks to her grandma Molly.

Randomly Kim arrived that weekend, unannounced but most welcome, y/n was wondering when she would come. “Wow you’ve already made the place your own huh” she said impressed with how she decorated. Definitely a change from the usual way it stayed for years.

“Yeah well I’ll be here for who knows how long” Y/n said as the two sat in the living room. The two talking about what each other missed on in their time apart. Which was mostly just Kim gushing on and on about Jared.

Y/n knew Kim was obsessed with this one crush of hers for years. But since they didn’t go to the same school y/n always wondered who the guy was. It was exciting to know he is as obsessed with her as she is.

“Yeah things have been great with him. Hoping soon we can have our own place together. On that note I hope you don’t mind but he told our friends about you. Since we don’t get much new people here they were excited. They all wanna meet you”

This piqued y/n’s interest, she couldn’t stand being in the house alone, the novelty of it all was starting to wear on her. “Really? I mean who are your friends?” She asked with a curious tint in her eyes which amused Kim.

“I mean~ I’m really close with this girl named Emily. She has a man named Sam who Jared is also close with. We usually just hang at her place since everyone else does”

“And who’s everyone else?” Y/n asked making Kim shrug her shoulders. “Most of them are Jared’s brothers, cousins, and friends he took in. In our friend group there’s hardly any girls. Just me, Emily, and Leah”

Kim went on about who these two girls were. Emily was a friend of hers she got close with in recent years. Around two years older than the two but she was carefree and loved by all. Her fiancé Sam was a strong but calm man, was always busy with work, but loves Emily fiercely.

Apparently a few years back she had been attacked by a bear. Luckily before it claimed her life Sam came with a shot gun and blew its head out. As proof of the kill they gifted the community jars full of bear grease. It was also how Emily was able to fix her face since it was torn to shreds.

Leah was described as stoic and honest, maybe too honest for her own good, a very independent person. But like the rest she was fiercely loyal and protective of those she loves. She was more of a boyish girl and hung with her brothers a lot.

“The rest is just guys like Quil, Embry, and Jacob I don’t know if you remember those guys” Kim said making y/n rack her brain about remembering them. “Yeah somewhat… But either way I’d like to meet them also” She said getting Kim excited and giddy as she squealed.

“Well~ I came over to ask if you wanted to come to this bonfire party. It’s this weekend and I told everyone you would come. Emily especially wants to see you” Y/n couldn’t help but feel flattered and excited. This was what she was wanting, to meet new friends, so why wouldn’t she agree?

“Yeah of course it sounds fun” she said making Kim squeal with excitement. “Okay great! Oh it’s gonna be so fun I’ll get dropped off here and come with you in your car if that’s ok?” She asked and of course y/n agreed.

“It’s just that Jared has some other errands to do I don’t wanna waste my time on that” Kim said making y/n giggle. The two girls continued their visit till dark before she left. Thinking of what they wanted to do this weekend.

Jared came in his blue heavy duty truck with loud pipes announcing his arrival. Like the gentleman he was he came to the door for Kim. Before leaving she promised she’d come spend the night this weekend. It gave y/n something to look forward to.

That night y/n followed her now usual routine. Sitting in her windowsill gazing out to the tree line. Tonight was a full moon that stood high above the trees and mountains. She gazed upon it until she felt tired enough to just sleep when she hit the bed.

As she slept she had a dream, of her alone in the woods behind her house, everything all felt real to her. How the cold air bit at her skin and shocked her lungs when breathing in. Looking down she wore only a white dress with no details.

She didn’t have any shoes on either. Feeling the crunchy dirt under her feet. Looking around she wondered what was happening. She could hardly see within six feet in front of her.

The full moon was bright as it shined down through the trees. Although beautiful it didn’t help much. Aware of her surroundings she couldn’t make out where was home. Trying to find the North Star or at least the Big Dipper for guidance.

The air was silent and very still a sign she knew wasn’t good. Her instincts told her she should be quiet. For she wasn’t alone in this vast wilderness. Feeling her heart beat start to race at a steadily rising pace.

In the distance she could hear echos of thumps, four legs on the ground running at top speed, right in her direction. Her heart started to beat faster and louder. Before she knew it she was on her feet.

She ran as fast as she could, it didn’t help she was barefooted, it messed with her speed. Panicked and alone she wasn’t sure where to go. All she knew was there was something coming for *her.* The pain of pine needles and stones beneath her steps.

Somehow she was sweating as she ran full speed. She could hear the noise of something on all fours running behind her. As she briefly looked behind she twisted her foot and rolled on the ground.

Crawling onto her knees in a hurry she was frantic. The fear of not knowing what would happen if she stopped. But it was like her legs were weak and her body frozen in place.

“I can help you” a familiar voice chimed in front of her making her jump back. She felt frozen as her eyes looked forward. A woman stood in front of her face hidden under the shadows.

Y/n’s eyes trailed up from her feet, by the time she got to her chest, she could see auburn hair flowing in the wind. It gave her brief solace seeing her, the girl from earlier, Renesmee. Thinking she’d meet with the soft enchanting eyes as she did before.

Only to be met with eyes that were so black it competed with the shadows. Her skin like diamonds under the moonlight. True fear ran through y/n’s veins as she was once again locked eyes with this girl. Everything in her body told her this was what she was running from.

A howl suddenly pierced through the valley and trees. It was loud and clear so much it rang throughout her ears. It sounded like the howl was right behind her somehow directly in her ear. It struck fear into the woman in front of her.

The howl made her snap out of the dream entirely. Y/n jumped out of bed and clasped her chest. Sitting in a cold sweat her heart beat pumped steadily. Wondering what her dream meant and why did the howl comfort her so much?

Be sure to Read Part 1 first!

PART 2:

The bedroom door opened, and you tried to remain still under the blankets. You’re all talk - clearly can’t face the heat after you play with matches.

You heard Paul throw his keys onto the wooden dresser next to the door, and you flinched under the comforter at the sharp sound. A deep throaty sound of disapproval filled the room as Paul ‘hmm’d and you slowly lifted the blanket up and off your head, peeking out timidly. His massive frame filled the doorway. His dark eyes were pinned to yours the moment you found them. His head shook back and forth slowly in disapproval, and he took two slow steps forward, his black boots landing just as heavily as they had on the stairwell.

Your eyes flickered down to those boots, then traveled up his frame, his lanky tree-trunk legs clothed in his dark green combat pants. Your eyes gazed longingly over his torso, clad in a black tank top, his massively wide shoulders gleaming with a thin layer of sheening sweat. Your eyes hesitated along his collarbone, watching as his deep breaths flowed through his chest and caused it to rise and fall, the light hitting his skin as it moved.

Once you finally looked to his face, you could see just how far you’d pushed him in your defiant little texts. His jaw was set and locked, his nostrils flared slightly and his brows furrowed, eyes dark as night.

If you didn’t love and trust this man with your entire being, you were sure you’d be completely and utterly terrified.

His hands were clenched slightly into fists at his sides, and he was not dropping his gaze from yours.

You met his intense stare and sheepishly let the corner of your mouth pull up into a meek smile, before you could no longer hold the severity of his eyes and your gaze fell back down to the floor. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth to prevent the grin from spreading, but failed.

That really did it.

His eyes narrowed and he lurched forward swiftly and smoothly, his long legs bringing him only inches from you within a second.

His large hand gripped underneath your jaw firmly, and he held your face that way, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were wild and almost black now, glaring down at yours.

“Care to explain why you’re not where I told you to be?” His voice was low and calm, but gruff. You knew him well enough to know he was aching for you; you could hear it in his tone, but he’d never let it show until he’d punished you for everything he felt you’d done wrong. He had wanted you waiting in the shower for him, ready and soaked. And you’d disobeyed his instruction. Well, you were soaked. But he didn’t know that just yet.

You were already breathing more heavily now, his strong grip around your jaw causing your mouth to fall slightly open as your wide eyes stared up at him. He pulled your face closer to his now, his mouth hovering mere millimeters from yours, but not indulging in the sweetness of contact just yet. You could feel his hot breath across your lips, could taste his overwhelmingly appealing scent.

All you wanted was that hot breath of his to fill your mouth and for that tongue to touch yours. You wanted his hands on your body, those hands that were so strong and commanding and yet somehow so gentle with you all at the same time. It was the epitome of who Paul was: a fierce and powerful lover.

Your eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, your body fully arched toward his under the comforter as he stood at the edge of the bed, cupping your face in one big hand. Your mind was swirling, words unable to come forth and make themselves known so that you could put together a sentence to answer him.

“I-….”, you barely managed to sigh out, your eyes still fluttering as you fought back the urge to fall into him completely and succumb to his touch, a trance falling over you. Paul’s fingers gripped your jaw more tightly in his frustration. A ‘tsk’ of disapproval left his mouth as he stared down at your yearning expression, although he was secretly finding it difficult to resist the angelic way your pillowy lips parted, just for him.

Very suddenly, he released his grasp on your jaw and the warm embrace of the comforter around you was abruptly ripped away as he pulled it off of your body, revealing your scantily clad figure. You were covered only by an old tank top and a pair of Paul’s plaid boxers, rolled several times at the waistband. You fell backwards against the soft mattress, goosebumps racing across your skin as the cool air of the room touched you. You collapsed flat on your back and your body involuntarily arched itself towards him, your legs spreading slightly as if your core was being pulled towards him magnetically. You watched as Paul’s eyes flickered down your chest and across the length of your legs. His gaze lingered on that rolled waistband at the base of your hips for a brief moment, and unmistakable desire flashed across his features before he quickly recovered his unphased demeanor. His jaw clenched as he met your eyes again, and those brown eyes darkened once more.

“Get up.” He spoke slowly, pronouncing each word with intention.

His tone was gruff and invited no space for resistance. You struggled to keep your eagerness from reaching your face as you pulled yourself up onto your elbows, then up into a sitting position. You very slowly brought yourself to the edge of the bed, allowing your legs to hang and drop over the side. Paul was clearly unimpressed with how long you were taking. With an eye roll and a huff, he roughly reached to grip under the backs of your thighs, right before the bend of your knees. In one swift motion, he tugged your legs across and down, off the side of the bed, letting your feet catch the floor and allowing you to hold yourself up before he let go. He grazed a searing hand up the side of your leg with his hand before he pulled away entirely. He stepped back, and with a scan of his tall frame you quickly noticed the prominent bulge in the front of his pants. Your eyes flicked to it quickly, then back up to his face.

You swallowed hard.

A smirk pulled up one corner of his mouth, and he crossed his arms, the muscles in his shoulders and neck rippling with the movement.

“Where’d you learn to be such a brat?” His velvety voice was low, laced with anger. His face twisted into one of disapproval now. You shrugged, a blushing grin creeping up onto your face now. You knew acting coy would likely earn the delicious punishment of his cock buried deep inside you, and you were eager to draw out the games for as long as possible.

He refused to allow it. He stepped to you again, gripping your waist and flipping you around in a swift motion, his strong hand at the small of your back as he bent you over and freed his other hand to hold the back of your neck, pressing you down into the mattress. A desperate whimper fell from your lips as you felt him press his groin into you from behind. He bent himself over you, his warm torso against your back, and brought his chin to the back of your shoulder. His hot breath flowed over your neck and cheek and caused a shiver to run through you, the hairs at the back of your neck rising. He chuckled deeply, the vibration from deep in his chest running through your back, and you bucked your pelvis back in response to the sensation. He growled as your ass pressed into his crotch firmly, and snaked his hand around the side of your neck to grip the front of your throat, pulling you back and up towards him. Your ass was still pressed against the front of him, though your back now arched away from him as he gripped under your chin with his long fingers, bringing your ear to his mouth.

“That little pussy can’t go two days without me, huh?” His voice was impossibly divine, rasping against your ear. He pressed his crotch into the back of you now, moving his hips in an achingly slow fashion to grind against you as he sighed wantonly against your neck. You shook your head and clenched your eyes shut, crying out at the sensation, needing to feel more of him. You tried grinding your hips back against him, but he pulled away, leaving a yearning space between you.

“Ah ah ah,” he tsked, “My baby’s so greedy.” Paul chuckled darkly and pushed you down once more against the king bed. His one hand left your throat, but he still kept the other at the base of your spine to hold you to the mattress. Your ears picked up on the metallic jingling sound of his belt coming undone from behind you, and a short exhale of pleasure from his mouth along with the sound of a zipper. Your body was writhing underneath his hand now, pussy aching for him and throbbing erratically.

Within seconds, you felt the warm and smooth feel of his rock-hard cock against the skin of your exposed inner thighs. A soft whine fell from your mouth. Another devious chuckle from Paul, and suddenly his rough hand was on your ass, gripping the supple skin and palming you firmly. He gently grazed his fingers up and down, around the cusp of your asscheek where it met the top of your leg. He played with the fabric of his own boxers that adorned your bottom half, humming out a sigh of approval when he pulled the fabric to the side and exposed your shiny wet slit to his hungry eyes. He stepped back to line himself up with your trembling hips, bringing the velvety head of his cock to press against your slippery entrance. You gasped out, your hands gripping the soft blanket underneath you.

“Please,” you whined, trying desperately to apply pressure against his tip to ease it inside of your aching cunt. His immense strength meant that you’d be completely unable to move in any way he didn’t want you to. The fact that you could at all, meant he was allowing it. So you kept going, and both of you moaned out at the abrupt sensation when the smooth head of him pushed between your wet folds, allowing an inch of him to enter your warmth.

That was where he stopped you. Both of his large hands gripped your hips harshly, suddenly halting their rolling motion, his fingers pressing so firmly into your pelvic bones that it almost caused you pain. He hissed out a breath, hunching down over you again to speak through clenched teeth against your ear.

“You think I’m letting you off that fucking easy?”he growled roughly, and once more you trembled underneath him, your cunt desperately clenching around the head of him, aching for him to fill the remaining space inside you. You tried your hardest to move against him, but it was no use. Paul’s physical strength wasn’t one that could be tested or resisted.

You whimpered again, a pitiful sound, and he quickly pulled his now slick tip out of your heat. He exhaled, watching himself pull out, seeing the shiny wetness he had taken with him from inside you. You heard the sound of his boots being kicked off, and his pants fully falling to the ground, the metal of his belt dinging against the wooden floor. Your body continued to tremble slightly as you were bent over the side of the tall bed, your core still fully exposed to him.

You heard his footsteps leave the room, and then the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom down the hall.

You didn’t care what the punishment was. You needed friction. You slinked your arm down between your torso and the bed and let your fingers graze across your slit, guiding them down and dipping them into the wetness slowly. You let out a sigh as you started to roll your fingertip across your sensitive clit, and pushed your hips forward to move against your own hand. Suddenly, Paul’s voice came from the doorway, a low and threatening sound.

“Did I say you could do that?”

You froze, your palm on your pelvic bone, and let out a frustrated moan.

“Paul please,” you whined, “Need you.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you acted like a fuckin’ brat,” he scoffed, “Now get up. I need you in the shower.”

You groaned in defiance, but let your legs slide down until your pointed toes touched the wooden floor, then lifted yourself up to stand. You turned to face him, and saw him leaning against the door frame in just his black tank top. It took everything in you to resist glancing down to his straining cock, but eventually you caved, and your eyes fell to the angry, thick shaft. Your lips parted and you softened in lust, sigh escaping your mouth as you took in the sight of the precum dripping from his tip.

“Now, (Y/N).” Paul’s stern voice broke through your silent ogling, and your eyes snapped up to his. He was clearly holding back a prideful smirk, but his eyes remained sharp and angry. You decided to keep playing with fire, and threw a toothy grin at him, swiftly pulling your tank top over your head, and bending down to slide his boxers down your legs. You looked back up at him and paused to let him get a good look. You stood before him fully bare, and you watched as his chest rose more obviously now as he took in a breath. Paul held your eyes for another moment before they flashed down to your chest. You could feel that your nipples were hard, and he was clearly drinking the sight in for a moment as his attention lingered there before gliding quickly to the apex of your thighs where he paused, his tongue coming out to lick across his bottom lip. He stared ravenously at the wetness gleaming on your inner thighs. His jaw tightened then, and he glared back up at your face. You knew you couldn’t get away with much more delay or defiance.

You smiled and strode smoothly across the room, flicking your hair over your shoulder as you brushed past him. Before you could fully clear the doorway, his hand flashed out to roughly grab your wrist. You turned to face him, surprise washing across your face. He held your wrist for another moment, burning his eyes into yours, his brow pulled together and his lips set in a stern line. He kept you there, his irate eyes daring you to keep acting like a brat. Heat flushed your cheeks, and your impish smile fell as you jammed your tongue in your cheek. He was reminding you of your place.

He let the point he was making linger in the air like smoke, ensuring you got the message. He then dropped your wrist, allowing you to continue making your way to the bathroom. You padded slowly across the runner rug that ran down the hallway, and stepped into the tiled bathroom. Hot steam was already fogging the large mirror and filling the room, giving the air a thick warmth. You could see the fuzzy reflection of your naked body in the mirror. You turned and pulled the glass door of the large shower open and stepped in, letting the deliciously hot water flow across your skin. Goosebumps popped up across your body as you adjusted to the temperature. Paul had made it scathing, just how you liked it, the nozzle pushed almost all the way to the warm side. You stepped fully under the stream of water coming from the showerhead, closing your eyes and sighing into the warmth.

Paul had a way of moving silently when he wanted to, and you’d never fully gotten used to it. You gasped as two massive hands suddenly slinked around your now wet waist, pulling you back against a firm bare chest. The sensation you’d been craving finally came when Paul’s impossibly hard cock nestled itself between your thighs, the top of it pressing up against your folds. He rested his chin down in the crook of your neck, holding you against him for a moment. He began kissing softly along the length of your shoulder and up to the corner of your jaw. Your head fell back against his chest and you let out a breathy sigh, the feel of his lips on your skin causing the ache in you to deepen and announce itself more clearly. Paul didn’t let the moment last for long, as one of his hands came up along your side and traveled into your hair, gripping it at the root and tugging it. You let out a soft cry at the feeling, the slight pain mixing with the deep pleasure of his assertiveness over you. His cock twitched in between your legs in response to your noises and he jutted his hips forward once more, letting his shaft slide slowly between your slippery lips. He then slid out from between your legs.

“Suck it,” he murmured, the hand in your hair gripping once more before it released. You turned to face him, a devilish smirk creeping to your lips as you struggled to contain your excitement. You loved pleasuring Paul. You loved seeing him fall to pieces from your mouth, from your pussy, from your words, even. You bit your lip, meeting those dark eyes.

“Yes sir,” you said ardently, looking up at him through thick lashes over lidded eyes, and leisurely lowered yourself to a squat in front of him. Paul reached to adjust the stream of water, ensuring it wasn’t spraying directly onto you, and you watched as his breath caught in his throat once he looked back to you. Your angelic face, hovering in front of his thick cock, your soft lips parting as you brought one hand to grip the base of him. And those eyes of yours; those eyes that gave him so much damn grief and constantly showed disobedience. They stared up at him now, filled with longing and hunger. You placed a soft wet kiss on his swollen pink tip, not breaking eye contact. Your tongue came out of your mouth to lazily drag itself down from the head to the base of him, then back up, where you wrapped your lips gently around the tip. Paul’s nostrils flared and his teeth snapped together as his jaw clenched. One of his hands flew down to cup the back of your head while the other reached out to press against the shower wall for support. His abdominal muscles flexed as he resisted the urge to fuck into your mouth, and his eyes squeezed closed as you brought his thick length into your throat. You moaned around the soft flesh of him, watching up through your lashes as he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes to stare back down at you again; to watch you take him. He coaxed your head with his hand, his mouth falling open as he began to slowly fuck himself with your mouth, watching your face all the while. He moved you forward and back in unhurried and deliberate strokes, fighting everything within himself to not grab your head with both hands and thrust into that pretty mouth of yours. You let your hand travel down to your clit, circling around the bundle of nerves while Paul punished you. He pushed your face as far down as it would go, knowing you could handle it, and forced you to a stop once your lips were wrapped around his base, your nose against his pelvis. You felt tears pricking in your eyes, although your face was already soaked. He refused to let you pull away now, and his head fell back, mouth gaped open in bliss. He kept you there, with him buried deep in your throat, only rocking himself ever so slightly forward to create the slightest friction inside your mouth. You felt his cock twitch on your tongue, and he pulled your head back swiftly. He rarely ever allowed himself to cum in your mouth, prioritizing filling your cunt up with his seed every time. With an exhale, he released his grasp on your head, letting his fingers graze gently down your cheek and cup under your chin. You were catching your breath, one hand still between your legs while the other gripped his muscled thigh for support. He breathed deeply, his face flushed and the veins along his arms and chest more prominent than before. He reached down to hinge under the elbow of your left arm, guiding you up to stand again. You struggled to find your balance, the humid heat of the shower combined with the dizzying aftermath of deepthroating your well-endowed boyfriend causing you to feel a bit unsteady. He chuckled deeply, catching your waist with his palm and pulling you up against his chest. The other hand remained under your chin, but grabbed it more firmly and pulled your mouth to his. He kissed you roughly, like a starving man, his tongue immediately filling your mouth and dancing with yours. You moaned into his mouth, unable to hold back the impatience you felt. He had refrained from touching you for long enough.

“Paul, please. I need you inside me please,” you whimpered pathetically against his lips, letting his slippery cock slide in between the front of your legs. You grinded down onto it, wrapping your arms around his neck and desperately writhing your hips into his. Paul growled lowly, and a quiet “fuck”, fell from his mouth. His grip on you tightened, earning another whine from you.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Paul muttered as he succumbed.

You felt victorious as he allowed you to slide along his length, your clit rubbing against the velvety skin of his cock with each motion. Your head fell back and you immediately felt his mouth on your throat. He placed sloppy kisses along your neck, biting down firmly when he reached the spot where your collarbone met your shoulder. You cried out, frenzied by the sensation. Suddenly, he turned the both of you around so that your back was to the tiled wall. He placed both of his hands on your hips, sliding them down your body as he bent slightly at the knees, then hinged his large hands under the back of your thighs and lifted you up, pressing your back to the cold tiles. He did it with such ease that you were barely aware you’d been lifted, but gasped as the cool feeling of the wall hit your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling your bare chest against his. The hot water of the shower was misting across Paul’s back, and the steam was filling the entire bathroom now. His hands were under your ass, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He met your eyes, hunger and lust dominating his features. The expression made you melt, your pussy clenching around nothing and you once again rolled your hips desperately against him, this time only managing to rub against the top of his pubic bone, his dick resting between your cheeks underneath you. Another chuckle rumbled through his chest.

“That sweet little pussy ready for me?” His voice was a soft murmur now, something close to pity laced through his tone. Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout and you nodded up at him feverishly. He smirked and leaned to kiss you again, slowly pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. You moaned into his mouth, and he reached underneath you to guide his cock up, pressing you more firmly to the wall to allow the space for his thick length to come between you and press against your needy entrance. You didn’t have the patience for his precision, and let one leg fall to support you so that you could open up and press yourself to him more readily. He flashed a look of incredulity at you, but let it slide when he looked back down and saw the way his tip met your heat, the angle allowing him to have one arm free to guide himself more easily. He gripped the base of his dick, pumping it a few times as he took in the sight of your body, ready and exposed for him. Paul lined himself up to you, his brow furrowing in need as he pressed his head against the tight muscle of your entrance. Your right leg was still hinged around his other arm, and the support of your left leg on the shower floor allowed you to roll your hips forward. His mouth fell open as his cock slipped forward through your slick lips, and you refused to stop to let yourself adjust to him. You needed him too badly.

You continued rolling your pelvis forward, burying him inside your throbbing cunt. His breath caught and his free arm reached to the wall next to your head, his forearm pressing against the tile as he sank into you. His head dropped forward into the crook of your neck and a low growl ripped through him. A tremble rolled through his body, causing his muscles to twitch and shake, and you smirked to yourself as you saw the wolf-boy lose himself in you.

“Oh god (Y/N),” he groaned out, his voice hoarse.

He regained his composure quickly, pulling back to look at your face. His hand that cupped your ass gripped you hard, pulling your hips against him. He pulled his own hips back, looking down to watch your sweet lips cupping around his length, and pulled himself out of you until just his tip remained engulfed by your heat. He moved his eyes back to your face, wanting to watch you as he buried himself in your cunt once more, bottoming out and causing you to whine loudly as your clit slammed against the top of his pelvis. He kept himself there again, drinking in your reaction with his eyes.

“So fucking pretty,” he mumbled out, moving his hips circularly now to feel you at every angle. The friction felt unreal, and you hurriedly grasped around his thick waist to hold him in place while you grinded yourself against him, keeping him buried to the hilt while your clit found perfect pressure against his pubic bone. He chuckled darkly and watched you desperately writhe against him, but sucked in a sharp breath when he felt the motions begin to the repeat, your rolling hips settling into a pattern that kept his cock swallowed up inside you.

You felt the hot coil in your tummy begin to grow, the sensation of a climax approaching, and you cried out. Your head fell back to rest against the wet tiles, and Paul’s free hand reached to palm your chest, his fingers rolling your nipple between them as he let you fuck yourself on him.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock,” he growled, his hand moving to your ass now to press you even harder into him. He was so deep inside you, you were seeing stars. You arched against him, your motions speeding up as your clit received the friction it had been craving in the two days of his absence.

“Paul-mm f-fuck!” You cried, your eyes watering as you felt the tightening coil in your stomach snap and release, your pussy clenching and relaxing around Paul’s girth several times before you could finally breathe again.

Paul groaned out as he felt you squeeze around him, and his cock twitched as he held back his own climax with immense struggle.

“That’s my girl,” he mumbled, still keeping himself inside you as you throbbed around him, clearly satisfied with your first orgasm of the night. He bit his lip and grinned devilishly down at you. His hand reached out to brush along your cheek before he gestured for you to bring your standing leg up again, hinging under your knee to effortlessly hold you up against the wall.

He shook his head slowly in impressed disbelief as he took in the sight of your fucked-out expression, your heavy lidded eyes and flushed cheeks so shockingly beautiful to him.

“My pretty, pretty girl,” he breathed as he ducked his head down to bite the supple skin of your throat while he pulled his hips back, fighting the resistance of your pussy desperately clenching around him and sucking him in. He snapped his hips forward again, plunging himself into you. A sound, a cross between a squeak and a gasp, fell from your mouth, and Paul’s eyes flashed to your face. You knew that he was partly ensuring you weren’t in pain, but also knew the sounds you made brought him great pleasure. He loved watching you while he fucked you. You flashed him a reassuring smile, and he smirked back, recoiling and thrusting into you again, his jaw going slack as he continued the repeated motion. His forearms held you under your knees now, and you were practically in a pretzel position as he held you against the wall and fucked into you again and again. He leaned forward to press his forehead to yours. You both looked down at the place where your bodies met, and watched together as his cock slid in and out of you. His thrusts became harsher, sloppier. He slammed himself into you, his mouth gaped open and his eyes filled with a desire so severe it looked violent and wild. His rapid breathing became jagged and he looked back up to your face. You knew he was on the edge, and you pulled his head to you, kissing along his sharp jaw and letting your tongue trail down his neck as he tirelessly thrusted. You sucked and licked at his throat and neck, your moans against his ear leading him to his desperate finish. Paul bucked and snapped his hips against yours with no adherence to a particular pace as he released thick ropes of cum against your tight walls, his head falling back and a deep sound rumbling from inside his chest, your name and extremities falling incoherently from his lips. His body moved him primally, his hips bucking into you firmly and harshly until he had nothing left to give, his release dribbling out of you from around his cock. He panted heavily, trying to regain sense of his surroundings again as he remained sheathed inside you for several moments while he collected himself. Both of your chests were heaving against each other, and you were afraid for Paul to let you down, unsure if you would be able to hold yourself up anymore. He groaned out a final sigh as he pulled himself slowly from within you. He leaned his cheek against yours, holding you for several moments against him while he listened to your rapid heartbeat begin to slow.

“You okay?” He murmured against your skin.

“I’m great,” you giggled, nuzzling against his face with your nose, “Just might need you to carry me out of here… I think.”

Paul pulled back to gaze down at you, the love in his eyes almost too much to look back at. His mouth was turned up in a goofy, crooked smile. You grinned back sleepily, your body exhausted from being fucked senseless.

You sighed in relief as he pulled you away from the wall and held you underneath the warm water of the shower, letting the heat run down your body. One of his hands reached down to spread some of the water across your swollen and sensitive slit, rinsing his cum from you gently. He reached behind you to turn the water off, and you were reminded of his unreal strength when he stepped gingerly out of the shower, supporting the both of you and using one hand to wrap a fluffy towel around you from behind. He carried you down the hall, resting you on your back on the soft bed. He crawled over you, hovering above you so that he could place soft kisses across your face.

“You’re a spoiled brat, you know that?” He murmured teasingly against your skin. You shook your head stubbornly, and he chuckled against you.

He pulled back to take in the image of you lying there, and his large hand moved up and down your side softly, his glazed over eyes watching you as your lids fluttered shut.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his thumb gliding along the length of your cheekbone and gently brushing a strand of your hair away from your face. Your eyes opened softly, meeting his brown ones that were fixed on you.

“I love you,” you whispered, reaching up to pull him by the back of his neck down towards you once more. A growl rumbled up from his throat and he pressed his hips down against yours, something hard making contact with your inner thigh…

"Patience. Sometimes it is hard for a newborn vampire to adapt to this new world once it awakens. Just like when an infant is born—you don't expect them to open up their eyes immediately, do you? Just like newborns, her senses have to adapt to the environment before she can allow herself to rise." Paul relaxed a little bit to Carlisle's explanation.

"I can read her," Edward says, catching their attention. "She is trying to remember what happened, and her mind is reminding her of everyone, everything, her memories, all of it. It's fascinating- OUCH!" Edward drops to the ground holding his head. Before Carlisle can assess him, Edward yells out again and then shivers.

"Edward! What is it?!" Carlisle rushed to his son's side, helping him stand. Before Edward could attempt to respond, Carlisle received the same treatment as Edward, only this time Carlisle couldn't stop scratching—the excruciating pain that came with it was not helping either. Carlisle's pain and scratching stopped instantly, and he became frozen, cold, almost paralyzed. All while Edward was recovering, now trying to help Carlisle, Paul stood in awe as to what was happening—praying to the Moon Goddess, the Cosmos, the Elements of the Rainbow, hell, even Barney if he had to, for him to not experience whatever it was that was going on with them. He turned his head back towards his mate and slightly shook. There she was, his beautiful mate, sitting straight up, feet dangling off the bed, looking into his honey-brown eyes with her…Lilac eyes? What the fuck.

Her intense gaze made Paul shiver in delight and slightly uneasiness. Not because she was a vampire, but because she looked almost…Pissed? Relief? Curious? He couldn't really tell. Keeping his eyes on her, she turned her head to face the other two men recovering from some unknown attack. Until another one came on, Carlisle and Edward passed out and remained in a sleeping state for 30 seconds or so before waking up.

"What the hell is going on?!" Carlisle says, losing his shit on the ground, now completely paralyzed and numbed.

"It’s her! Paul, tell her to stop!” Edward screams. Y/n turns her head towards him.

“Yeah…I don’t think I will.” Paul states. He would have to be an absolute idiot to tell her to stop—not because he doesn’t appreciate their help, but because he’s just not stupid, and clearly, he knows what would happen if he did.

“…Paul…” Y/n says in a whisper. Instantly Edward and Carlisle can break free and take a few unnecessary gasps of air before continuing onward. Paul looks at his mate's lilac eyes and nods his head. She stands up and slowly walks towards him before signally him to bend over so she could whisper in his ear. He does as follow and is shocked by what she says next.

“You’re lucky I can’t do what I did to them. Next time you try to tell me what to do that may or may not result in my death, I will end your life. Understood?” Y/n said with an innocent smile. Paul looked at her in the eyes with both fright and amusement. Fright for apparent reasons and amusement because he finally has his soul mate back.

“Yes ma’am.” He smiles but then expresses pain, “Y/n…I am so fucking sorry. You don’t know how much I regret what I did and said to you, my love.” Paul then drops to his knees and wraps his arms around Y/n's waists while begging for forgiveness. “Please, I beg you, forgive me for everything. The pain I put you through, the choice I made for you. All of it. Please Y/n.” Paul says through tears, looking up at her. Y/n, gently as possible, runs her nails through Paul’s hair and smiles.

“Give me time. I remember everything, and I just…I just need time. But I don’t want to leave you—I don’t think I can. You’re a dumbass, but you’re my dumbass and, unfortunately, my responsibility now.” Y/n says jokingly. She pulls Paul up to his feet and smiles up at him, “For now, let's take it slow…I am still your mate, but I need some space from it, for now, my love. Okay…” Paul nods his head. Granted, it’s not at all what he wanted, but he understood. Through this, he matured and understood some things. Not only from this but from talking to his father—the death of his mother killed him, and he grieved in an unhealthy way. He can change that perception and learn from his father's mistake while also learning patience is a virtue for a relationship. He would do anything in the world for his mate—even if it involved waiting a lifetime for her to be his again.

“Can I…can I have one kiss. Nothing big like making out, but just one. Going so long without you like I did and seeing you awake—please, just…just one, and I promise I won’t ask for another. I’ll allow you to take the lead… just, plea-” Y/n shut him up by giving him just that. A simple kiss. Something she, too, was craving. It would suffice their hunger to be together until she felt like it was the right time. But in the meantime, the kiss they shared wasn’t rushed, wasn’t hard or anything. It was slowly filled with need and emotions. If Y/n could cry, she would; it didn’t help that Paul shed a few tears in the midst of it. Forgetting about the world around them, Paul and Y/n laid down on the bed and just embraced each other. Soon enough, even breathing and resounding snores from Paul could be heard.

Meanwhile, Carlisle and Edward left the room as soon as possible (mainly to avoid being more test subjects for Y/n) to allow the lovers some privacy. Meeting up with their cousins, they explained what happened and the situation they are currently in. Carlisle and Edward called home to explain the situation—Esme and Bella not particularly happy with them being attacked; Rosalie and Emmett dying in the background full of laughter over Edwards suffering—then decided to head out to go hunting for a few hours. They knew Paul would be asleep for a while, and Y/n wouldn’t want to leave his side, so they decided to take their time.

For a moment, just a moment, did everything seem peaceful and relaxing for Paul and Y/n, and they planned on savoring that moment until they had to go back to La Push/Forks to discuss the next steps. But for now, Paul is just happy to have his mate back.