#paullahotexreader

"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.

Paul runs his nose down and across my neck while one hand grabs onto my waist and his knee pressed up against my core. I become putty in his hand instantly, just from his single touch. I slowly glide my nails across his skin and slowly reach upward to grab him and kiss him. Unable to hold back, he kisses me back and hard. Our tongues fight in dominance, but the end result will always have him on the winning side. Up until this point, Paul and I have only really fallen asleep with each other. This is going to be the next new step with him that I have been waiting for this.

Wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him towards me, he growls and lifts me up to straddle him while he leans back on his knees. Taking off my shirt and leaving marks all along my neck and chest before returning to my mouth. I slide my nails down in between us and start rubbing his length. His breathing becomes hollow as he begins to suck and nip on my collar. Wrapping his arm around me, he lays me back down and starts moving his hands towards my core, pulling on my shorts. I lift off the bed as he removes them, and without hesitation, he spreads my legs and starts nibbling on the inside of my thigh.

“Fuck, Paul,” I say, throwing my head back with my eyes closed.

“I want you to watch, baby. Look at me.” He says in his rough voice. I look down at him, and in one slow motion, keeping eye contact, Paul grabs me and starts gently and slowly licks me with the tip of his tongue. Drawing figures over my clit, spitting and slurping me up over again until my legs start closing in on him.

“Fuck, Paul. Right there! Don’t stop!” I say, both hands in his hair, holding him on the one area I need him the most. He took the opportunity to keep my legs apart with his arms, spread my lips more, add pressure on my clit with his tongue, and slowly push a finger in me. I tense up a little, and he stops and waits until I relax before moving further in. He curls his figure upwards, hitting a spot I thought was a myth, and I just about lose it.

“Right there! Oh, God, Paul!” I hear him chuckle at my reaction, and he speeds his pace more.

“Don’t cum yet. I wish you could see how pathetic and beautiful you look. Withering under me, begging for more. Such a beautiful slut you are for me, huh?” he says, whispering in my ear. I grab onto his shoulders, clawing at anything to prevent me from cumming. I whine out as tears start falling down my eyes.

“Please! Let me cum! Please!” I bite my lip, and he kisses me and tells me to let go. Never have I experienced an orgasm as hard and thrilling as I did with him just now. Eyes falling towards the back of my head, back-arching, I couldn’t breathe for a great five seconds. If I died then and there, id would die a happy woman. After calming down, I grab him and pull him towards me, and I can taste myself on him. I roll him over so that I am on top and start rubbing him. He goes to stop me, but I slap his hand away and start kissing him down his neck, chest, stomach, and then slowly lick the tip of his cock. Pre-cum already coming out of him.

“Fuck, Y/n…” hearing my name fall from his lips like that without even trying to give me the confidence and boost I need. I slowly massage him while licking him from base to tip before putting him in my mouth. He has an impressive girth, so I could only get so much in me before my gag reflexes started to present itself. I slightly grasped onto his balls and started massaging them along with sucking him off, and I could feel one of his hands holding onto my head while the other grabbed onto the sheets. His hips slightly thrusting to meet my throat—I could tell he was trying to hold back. For emphasis, I hummed, and his hips jerked as he called out my name.

“Fuck! Baby, stop! You're going to make me-” in one swift motion, I pushed his hands away and started sucking, swirling my tongue harder and faster. Not bothered by the noises and mess that I am making. Without much of a second warning, I scrape my nails gently down his thighs, and he instantly releases into my mouth. Cum hitting the back of my throat and running down my mouth. I grab him by the base and suck a little on the tip just for tease, and he wraps his hands gently around my neck and kisses me forcefully. Rolling me under him, he locks my hands above my head and grinds his length over my core.

“Fucking beautiful. Watching you with my cock down your throat, that’s a fucking sight to see.” He took a moment to silently ask me if I wanted to continue.

“I’ve never….” I say honestly. Paul would be my first and only. He smiles and asks if I'm 100% sure. I smile and nod, and he reaches over to grab the lube and a condom.

“It’ll sting, but I’ll go slow. At any time you want to stop, tell me. Don’t hesitate. Okay?” he says seriously. I nod my head at him and kiss him. He takes out the lube, puts a good amount on his finures, and slowly starts at my entrance, getting me to relax. Kissing me and saying calm words while adding another finger. Once satisfied, he places his condom on and dowses that with lube before positioning me to enter. He checks again to see if I'm okay with this and continues when he receives consent.

To say that Paul was a patient man was an understatement. He slowly pushed in me and started to massage my inner thigh and hip to relax my muscles while kissing me gently. Not moving until I relaxed enough. Continuing forward each time until he was entirely inside of me.

“Fuck, you're so tight, baby.” He groans in my neck while I hold onto him. I relax and give him the okay to go, and Jesus did it sting. Slowly the pain submerged, and pleasure came forth.

“Fuck, Paul. Yes…don’t stop…” my words get lost in my throat. Unable to say complete sentences. Paul slightly speeds up, which only made me encourage him to fuck me like a damn whore.

“You like that, don’t you, slut. Fucking take this cock like a good girl. God damn Y/n, you don’t know what you do to me.” He growls in my ear, and if it wasn’t possible before, it was now because I became wetter just by hearing that.

“Fuck, I can smell you from up here. You like it when I talk to you like this, don’t you? Huh? You like it when daddy takes control and fucks you now, huh?” I could only whine and say ‘yes, daddy’ as a response. Anything else that came out of my mouth was incoherent words that neither of us could understand.

“Please, daddy. I need more…” I say. More of what, I don’t know, but I just don’t want this to end.

“Is my baby getting greedy? More huh?” he sits up, crosses my legs in front of him, then leans into me, locking my arms above my head and my knees to my shoulders while basically telling me I'm trapped.

“Oh! Fuck!” the new angle hit that spot, and I started seeing stars. “Right there! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! I’m going to”

“Fuck! Cum with me!” a few thrusts later, all that could be heard was a growl from Paul and my cries of plea and happiness while gasping for air. We stayed in that position for a few extra seconds before Paul gently lifted himself off of me, throwing away the condom and grabbing a warm towel from the bathroom. Wordlessly coming back to help clean me up before taking me to the bathroom to allow me to do my business. After washing my hands and wabbling to the door, he comes in and starts a shower for us. Kissing one another gently, every so often while cleaning—relaxing in our moment together. He still had to carry me back to our bedroom—where he changed the sheets—we laid down peacefully with one another on this cold winter morning.

*Bing*

Sugar Tits (Leah): Hey! What time are you guys coming over! We’re hungry!

“Leah wants to know when we’re heading over.” I look at the clock, and it says 12 pm. Damn…time flies when you're having fun.

“Tell her, we’ll see them at 4. I'm tired, and my vagina hurts.” I say, snuggling up. Paul responds and then tells me what Leah replies back. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Sugar tits: You guys fucked didn’t you?... FINALLY!

We set the alarm to wake us up later and go right back to sleep. If this is what sex is with Paul will be like, I never want to stop having it.

~

Later that evening, Paul and I finally decided to head over to Sam and Emily’s place for our Christmas celebration. Upon arriving, we are greeted with a cheeky Leah while Sam and Lajohn are outside drinking a beer.

“Well, well, well…look who we have here. How was the sex? Thrilling? Intimidating? Disappointed?” Leah says, hooking our arms together, ignoring Paul completely, and heading inside.

“I, my lady, do not kiss and tell. It is highly inappropriate to do so.” I say as etiquette as possible.

“Oh, bull shit. You're glowing like you’ve finally seen color for the first time.” We walk into the kitchen, and Clair gives me a look.

“You guys did the deed, huh? You had that same look on your face I had when Quil and I did it.” laugh and Halulah giggles into her hand. Ness looks depressed.

“Oh, cheer up Nessi-poo. You and Jake will get your chance eventually.” Kim says, giving her a side hug.

“I know, but…you try having a father who can read minds, an empathic uncle, another one who is ready to tackle Jake at the wrong move, a grandfather that is a doctor, an aunt who hates everyone, another aunt who can see the future, and a mother who was close friends with said boyfriend. Let’s face it, I’m as stuck as Dad before he met mom.” We all busted out laughing while she gave us a glare.

“What about Esme?” her grandmother.

“THANKFULLY, she defends me. Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper stay out of it when an argument starts. But it still doesn’t change the fact that I can’t even do anything. And I mean anything, anything. The most we can do is make out, and that’s if we’re lucky! And you’d think we’d have freedom here, right? Nope! Billy is just as bad as all of them. Plus, the second we do, everyone would know, and a fucking outbreak will happen, and I’m not in the mood for this crap.” She says with a sigh, laying her head on Kim’s shoulder. The poor girl. All she wants is to be with her mate, and she can’t even do that. Marriage is off the table, for sure for now since they’re so young, but I can understand where she is coming from…minus the supernatural parts.

“OH!” Leah says, running out of the room as everyone is coming into the kitchen for food, “Since sex was more important than seeing us this morning, here are your presents.” She says, handing me a few bags and cards. I told Paul to go grab everyone else’s stuff from the truck, and we all sat around opening the remainder of the presents.

Elouise POV

I’m done playing games with this bitch. I don’t know if it’s the blood lust talking or my anger, but regardless, that bitch is going down—even if I have to die trying. I tell Rebecca to get her shit together and to head out. There’s supposed to be a blizzard hitting the La Push, and since it is Christmas, the likelihood of their patrol being up is there, but not as much as there was before.

Halfway through the forest, Rebecca notifies me where they caught her at. We climb above the trees over a little house not too far from the main road. I can hear her giggling and a male voice in the bedroom area. Anger rises within me—how dare she! She takes my mate and not she think everything will be okay? Without warning to Rebecca and without a second thought, I head for the house.

Smashing through the window, I look over to see the mut laying on top of a now frightening-looking Y/n. He growls as she starts to scream. Rebecca is next to me in an instant, and I lung at the male. We collide, and Rebecca takes off with Y/n.

“You take my mate; I’ll take yours,” I say, with one last punch before he shifts, and I hightail my ass out of there, following Rebecca and the bitches screams. Entering the forest, we take a good head start for the first 2 minutes until we start hearing multiple footsteps.

“Faster! Just over that clearing! They can’t cross the border!” Rebecca shouts. We sprint faster than we were already and make it across. She tells me we have to make it through Forks—all that’s left are the vampires protecting this side. Not a second later, we are surrounded by a family and three wolves? Wolves?

“I thought you said there weren't any wolves on this side?!” I yell at Rebecca. She throws down Y/n hard on the snow, almost exposing what the blanket she has on is covering her. “This was your idea, Eloise. You and your obsession with this filth are what got us in this shit in the first place.” I look at her and stay silent.

“What the fuck Elly? Why are you doing this?” Y/n said. Before I could respond, a she-wolf steps in front of her while some female vampires put clothes on Y/n.

“Well, hello Leah. Nice to finally see you in your true pathetic form.” I smiled; another growl could be heard from behind me—the guy the whore was sleeping with.

“Explain yourself! It’s the least you could do for being so fucking stupid!” Y/n yelled.

“Your blood.”

“My what?!” Y/n yelled, confused.

“You're her siren. Your blood calls to her; every vampire has a siren. You, Y/n, are hers.” Says one of the guys.

Third Person POV

Leah makes eye contact with Paul and lunges for Elouise without a warning or care as Paul goes for Rebecca. Seth grabbed Y/n and carried her as fast as possible to the Cullens place since it was closer. Shaken and disturbed, when they made it back, she didn’t let go of Seth. Unknown to what to feel, she laid her head on his chest while Nessie tried to talk her back into reality.

In the meantime, Rebecca being long gone and destroyed, Leah constantly shifts back and forth from wolf to human, taking her time ripping Elouise apart slowly and crucially. No one dared to stop her. No one could also look away. It was one of those revelation moments where you finally see the person's inner-self come out, and no one could look away at how sinister Leah can be. Or really, all of the anger she has towards Elouise—well, vampires in general.

“How long do you think she can go?” Emmitt asks Jasper and Paul as they watch Elouise—who already has all of her fingers and toes in the fire pit; Leah breaking and tearing her wrist from her limb.

“I don’t think she even knows,” Alice says. She can't see how long this will go, just that they won't be going home soon.

“I want to check up on Y/n, but I also want to see the bitch die. I trust Seth, but there's a satisfaction in getting watching her suffer.” Paul states.

“She’s weak. There's no way in hell I’d embarrass myself like this.” Rosalie says, walking away, letting Emmett know to come home when he’s ready.

Leah dragged it on until the early morning, having to relight the firepit every so often due to the storm.

~

The following evening, everyone was surrounded in the living room of Sam and Emily, telling the humans of the group of the previous events that had taken place. Once it got to the part where Leah took up to the early morning to finally silence Elouise, Lajohn lost it. Silently, putting on his shoes, flipped Leah over his shoulder and walked out the door.

“We’ll see yall later.” Then walks out to their car and drives off.

“They’re into some kinky shit, aren't they?” Emily says.

“You have no idea….” Y/n responses. She sighs and lays her head on Pauls's shoulder, who wraps his arms around her and kisses her head. The rest of the day consists of just relaxing and attempting to forget what happened just a few hours ago. It's incredible how in the matter of a few weeks, shit has gone all over the place. But at least one thing is for sure, Y/n and Paul are in this together for the long haul.

I brushed off my feelings towards Elly and decided to live in the present and meet up with her later. I walk towards the kitchen to set the food down when man-made howls and laughter can be heard from the distance. Any average person (knowing it’s the guys and Ness (who says she never howls, just rides in on Jake's back)) would think nothing of it when hearing it. But for some reason, I get a sense of ease, mainly from hearing one voice in the mix of the rowdy men who tumble inside. Ever since meeting Paul, I've become hyperaware of his presents and when he calls out like that. Like he’s telling me he’s coming home. It makes me feel warm inside…Jesus, this is weird. I've never been the lovey-dovey type, so feeling like this is fun, exciting, yet awkward. Doesn’t help that Paul knows it and uses it against me.

Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear.

“Hello, beautiful.” I hear next to me, feeling a kiss on my cheek.

“Are you talking to me or the rolls on the table?” I ask, raising a brow. He thinks for a moment.

“Both? Yeah, I’m going to say both.” I smack his hand before he can reach for it and point to the bathroom to wash up. He sulks and does what he is told.

“I swear, if it wasn’t for his good looks, I don’t think we’d make it,” I say next to Halulah, who told the same to Embry before eating.

“Amen to that.” After everyone had settled down, we crowded into the living room, minus Jake, Seth, Jared, Paul, and Sam. This usually happens once a week, from what I have been told. They basically go over the La Push/Forks area to cover security with the cops—even though they’re not cops. I asked Ness about it since her grandfather, Charlie, is one but she brushed it off and changed the subject.

“Hey, we’re done with everything. You want to head home?” Paul asks above me over the couch. I smile and nod my head. We grab our things and head towards his truck home. I take this opportunity to risk it all.

“Paul. Is there something you guys aren’t telling me?” I say, looking at him. A worried expression was placed on my face. He takes a deep breath before looking over at me. He doesn’t show any emotion on his face and looks ahead, tightening his hand on the wheel while the other is balled in a fist. I look down at my hands and wait for a reply.

I never received one.

When we make it to the house, he is still quiet and heads towards his room. Two minutes later, he comes back out in his jogging gear and tells me he’ll be back; not waiting for my response, he leaves. What the fuck?

Paul POV

I know I shouldn’t have left out like that, especially when we all planned to have someone watch over the girls when we couldn’t, but I couldn’t face her. Not yet. Am I stupid for withholding possible information that is more than likely directed towards her and her safety? 100 times, yes. But am I stupid enough to tell her everything by myself? 100% no.

I meet up with Sam and Jared not far from the house to tell them to notify the elders to gather together to explain to Y/n what we are and what is going on. Everyone is right. Hiding this from her until after isn’t going to help but hinder her. Potentially hurt her. He agrees and will try to have its plan soon. Since Christmas Eve is only tomorrow, I’m hoping I can tell her then. But for right now, I have to explain what I can without giving too much away.

In an instant, Sam and I stop and look towards the direction of my house. Not caring who is around, we run as fast as we can towards my place to see smoke coming from the kitchen. I bust inside and see a passed-out Y/n on the kitchen floor, the back door busted open. Sam and Jared chased the intruder while I put out the fire and brought my mate to the living room. Not a minute later, Sam calls out for the guys, and as expected, I can hear everyone going off to chase after the intruder.

The vampires that have been after Y/n.

Third Person POV

*Back at Emily and Sam’s house*

Jake, Ness, and Seth went back to the Cullen’s territory to switch shifts with Jasper, Rosalie, and Carlisle when they were suddenly stopped by a howl. Without even a second glance, they take off and head towards the treaty line. They were met up by Edward and Bella, with everyone not too far behind.

“They’re back. We know who they’re after.” Edward states.

“Yeah, they’re after Paul’s mate, Y/n. We just don’t know why or how they know her.” Jake said. Within seconds they get the scent of the intruders on their land and chase after them.

“Just don’t cross the border!” Emmett says, referring back to a time when they were after Victoria. They all roll their eyes and catch up to the three nomads.

The first guy was around “5’11” and frumpy-looking. He had shaggy brown hair and red eyes. His eyes are fiercer than what his body let on, and he has thin lips with a round nose. Not the most attractive-looking vampire, that was for sure.

The lady with him was around “5’0”, thin with cropped wavy black hair with black eyes—she’s hungry. Her tiny nose was disproportionated to her fuller lips and her high cheekbones. As if she had plastic surgery before her shift, but it just went wrong. Still beautiful than her (what they could assume) mate.

The last guy was an eerier, terrifying, yet had a frightening resemblance to Jasper than the rest. Tall with longer hair, almost the same eyes, lips, and nose shape. The only difference is that he was more silver, and Jasper’s was more blond with topaz eyes and black eyes like the woman. This kid made Jasper look like the happiest person on the planet.

With both supernatural species on both sides of them, they unexpectedly (yet expected) split up into different directions.

“He’s going to cross!” Alice says as her eyes glass over. “Jake! Ness! Follow her.” She pauses, looking for anything else, “He’s heading towards La Push!” she yells out. The three nomads are confused, and while silently communicating, they switch ways.

“SWITCH!” Alice screams, and everyone takes off.

*La Push Hospital*

Stirring awake a few hours later, Y/n looks around to see nothing but plane white and forest green walls and furniture. By smelling the sterilized…well…everything, she instantly knew she was in the hospital. Taking a moment to get her head straight, she finally notices a familiar sound of light breathing, unlike his regular obnoxious snores and warmth on her hand.

Paul.

Slowly moving her hand from under him, she lightly scratches her nails on his scalp to wake him up like she usually does when they’re not in a rush for anything or when he’s having a had time going to sleep. Paul slowly starts to open his eyes and contacts Y/n. he instantly starts apologizing for everything and not telling her everything like he should. Y/n lets him ramble on for another while before stopping him.

“It’s okay, Paul. I forgive you, my love. Just please, tell me what’s going on? who was that? or really, what was that? that was in your kitchen?” She says, worrying. Paul swallows, clear his throat, and proceeds to begin to tell Y/n what is going on. Before the nurse and doctor decided to come in, at that moment.

“When can she be let out?” Paul asked hastily. He wants to just be with his mate in their own privacy.

“Tomorrow. We want to keep her overnight since she hit her head pretty hard on the countertop. The burn marks, we aren’t too worried about since it is a slight first-degree burn, but we want to make sure it heals a little before we let her go.” They check her through and leave the room. Paul sulks next to Y/n, and she can’t but giggle at the sight of a giant “6’4” man, sulking as if she took his favorite toy truck.

“This is stupid.” He says under his breath, causing Y/n to laugh at him. He grins slightly at her and reaches for her uninjured hand, and kisses it.

“How are you feeling, babe?”

“I’m okay. Just tired, it’s all.” Lacing their hands together.

“Why don’t you get some rest? We can-”

“No, Paul. We need to talk about what is going on. I don’t like being in the dark with this, and I’m not going to get any sleep anyways if you’re not going to tell me. So, say it now, please, Paul.” She says with desperation in her eyes. Paul nods and goes on to tell her about La Push and their history. From how it was founded, the name, their culture. He then moved on to the secret that he had been withholding for as long as he could. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to tell her; he was just afraid. Lajohn nearly ran 20 mph towards Forks when they told him, who’s to say she won’t do 15 mph?

He took a deep breath and told his mate about shapeshifting and how it was in their DNA. What triggers it, what, and who started it. When he got to the cold ones and started to describe them, her eyes went wide. She didn’t say anything, but pieces began forming together. Paul says it but makes no comment on it. Once he was done, he looked at her. Waiting for her reaction—any reaction, really. What he wasn’t expecting was for what she said next.

“Elly’s a vampire.” She whispers and looks at him with realization. She was not bothered about the fact that her boyfriend/mate could shapeshift but that her friend was a vampire. It wouldn’t have been bothersome (seeing how she realized the Cullen’s are one too), but it was the fact that Elly hid hers with harmful intentions. From thinking back on her appearance, her inner intuition of telling her to get away from her, but seeing as unnaturally beautiful, cold, and hard intrigued her. Her eyes being a strange dark maroon-ish color—almost a red-ish/black—were sometimes unsettling, so she would avoid eye contact with her. Whereas the Cullen’s (still creepy) was more topaz or gold. If Leah trusts them (although half-ass she does) but not Elly, that says more than anything.

“Who’s Elly?” Paul says after a minute or so of watching Y/n contemplate and put everything together.

“A friend, or really, “friend” from school who Leah and Lajohn hate. I never thought much of it since Leah hates 98.30% of the population; Lajohn, I could see more of, even without dating Leah. But it makes sense—her eagerness to always be around me and to get away from Leah as soon and as much as possible, the death glairs and insults they pass at one another. The weird feeling, I get around here but ignored. Leah was protecting me from her. But why didn’t she tell me sooner? Why didn’t you guys tell me sooner?”

“We can only speak for ourselves. It’s part of the treaty that was set in place when we called a truce to live in harmony with the Cullen’s way-back-when. Don’t be mad at Leah; it’s basically an ancestral gag-order. It really bothered her and didn’t help when we found out we are mates…shit.” As if time stopped, Paul realized he slipped up by telling Y/n the one information he was hoping to not say for a bit longer.

“We’re what?” Y/n asked calmly and confused. Paul dropped his head in his hands and then explained what it meant to be mates with someone. What the feeling is, what it is like, how the universe just gave a valid reason to continue with life, even when times start getting harder and harder. The one person who could put you out of your misery. When he was done explaining, he took his chance and looked up at his mate and saw she had a cheeky smile on her face. He rolled his eyes.

“So, I’m your mate, huh?” she says, Paul already knowing where this is going.

“Yes, ma’am, you are.”

“So that means I can annoy you for the rest of your life? Right? Like, you can't get away from me even if you wanted to?” she says, smiling as big as possible. Paul laughs and nods his head. The one thing he and the other shapeshifters only know and refuse to say anything towards their mates is that they can reject them. But the thought of it never is fitting, and it never seems like information worth saying.

“Oh, thank God! The last thing I want is to leave. You know too much about me. You and Leah, so you’re stuck with me.”

“I should’ve made better life choices in another life if I had known I was going to be stuck with you.” He says with a playful grin, kissing her hand.

“Hey, it goes both ways. I must have killed a witch or something to be cursed with you. Gawd!” she says, laughing. They go back and forth, insulting playfully at each other. Occasionally sharing kisses from time to time until Y/n called it quits for the night. Before taking the cot (that did no justice for a man as large as Paul), Paul took a moment and almost felt as if he was having a premonition of their future. The only difference is the room would be filled with baby necessities and a bassinette of their child…or children. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of that and fell asleep peacefully.

*Christmas Eve at Emily and Sam’s Place*

Coming home in the afternoon was…interesting for Y/n. And by interesting it was Leah barging in the house after hearing the news of what happened to her one and only true best friend, going through the works of emotions and then threatening to kill every living being within a 2-inch radius if they were to ever hurt her, Y/n, again.

“Leah, it’s okay. I understand everything now. And I’m sorry I didn’t really see this or took your warning seriously. Really though, I should have since you have no problem with my roommates and some other people we study with. Hell, you’re friends with some of them too! I should have paid attention to it. I don’t know how I didn’t.” Y/n said, looking at her hands—one covered from the burn in the kitchen.

“No, Bunny, it is not your fault. NEVER think it is. You couldn’t have known. And Sam talked to Carlisle. They suspect that she might have some kind of supernatural ability or something. One that could have blocked your sense of danger.” She says, holding me. Lajohn nods his head next to Paul in the corner.

“Plus, we caught all but one. The other female got away, and the two guys were dead on site.” Seth said, jumping over the couch next to Leah. Y/n asked what they looked like, and Ness decided to show her. Mind you, Y/n only knows about the wolves, nothing of the Cullen’s. So, you can expect a surprise when she sees what Nessie sees through touch. Disregarding the fact of what she did, Y/n tells them who one of the guys was.

Elly’s boyfriend. She had never seen the other two. Once Y/n said who one of the guys was, everyone looked at one another, deflated, knowing that this could be another Victoria situation.

“How about we stop worrying for right now and be appreciative that Y/n is here and enjoy this time together?” Clair said next to Quil on the floor. Everyone agreed and headed towards the kitchen, where the food was ready to be served. For the remainder of the night, the air was only filled with laughter and joy. Now that Y/n was in on all of the information about the pack and officially was part of it, they could openly tell embarrassing stories about one another without any problems.

She still hasn’t seen Paul in his wolf form yet.

Elouise POV

“Elly!” Rebecca called out, coming home from up north. She went to go see the location and area of Y/n. I told them about the possibility of meeting up with her for New Year’s. Their agitated passive-aggression towards my “obsession” over her was getting to the point where they just wanted to get this done and over with. They understood that she was my siren, that her blood just calls to me. They just don’t know how bad it does.

“ELLY!!! THEY KILLED THEM! THOSE FILTHY MUTTS KILLED THEM!!!” Rebecca screamed at me. I turned around to see her fuming and running towards me. She shoved me so hard into the countertop that it broke. “If you didn’t have that stupid obsession over that stupid human, my Hector would be alive! THEY KILLED THEM, YOU SELFISH BITCH!!!” before she could cause any more harm to me, I ran outside. I can block dominant sensory from people. For example, Y/n, where she should run and hide away from me anytime I am near, I stop her flight or fight mode, and she responds as if she was like me or if I was human again. I use it towards Rebecca, causing her to break down in front of me. I go to the one I have always seen as a sister and hold her, holding back my own grieve. Until it hit me.

They killed them.

They killed my mate.

All I see is red and toss aside the idea of waiting until New Year’s.

Those mutts and their pets are going down.

I roll my eyes at his need to call me Chihuahua. Not everyone is “6’5” + with bronze muscles and dimples and a smile that will have you spread your legs quickly, and rough hands that can fling you across…Woah. Hold up, girl. I take deep breaths to calm myself down and debate if I need a cold shower or use my bullet.

Yeah, I’m going to need to use my bullet.

~

I texted Emily earlier that I was in town, and she said for me to come over. The house wasn’t far, and I needed the walk to clear my head. La Push is beautiful in the morning and peaceful at night. You can easily get lost in the tranquility it gives off and get lost in thought if you’re not careful. I walk up to the familiar little house with plants and windchimes, giving it a peaceful vibe that I love. Before I can knock on the door, Clair busts open the door and pull me in for a tight hug.

“Y/N! I missed you so much! When did you get in? How was the drive? How did you get here if Leah didn’t come in? Where did you get your boots? They are too cute to pass up. OMG, when did you get glasses?” Before I can say anything, Emily saves me.

“Clair, hun. What did we talk about?”

“One question at a time and let the person answer.” She said, giving an innocent face to her aunt.

“Correct. Nothing wrong with being excited and asking questions; just be calm about it.” Emily says. Not wanting to discourage her from being happy, but learning how to take control of herself, herself.

“To answer your questions, Clair. I missed you too, my bright sunshine. I got in yesterday. It was eventful seeing as Paul came to pick me up and bring me here. Amazon. I’ve always had them; I only wear them for distance.” I finish with a smile and proceed to hug Emily and take off my boots.

“Well, there’s our Lion tamer,” Embry said, wrapping his arm around Halulah, who gave a small, shy smile and wave.

“Ha! More like wolf tamer since Paul likes to howl at everyone.” Of course, Jared said with Kim coming up behind him, slapping his head.

“Will you shut it. You’re already on your last strike with Sam. I need you home.” Kim said, rolling her eyes at Jared while walking up to me to give me a hug. “Hey, Y/n. Good to see you again. Ignore my boyfriend. He tends to forget to use his filter occasionally.”

“More like all the time,” Halulah whispered. We all looked at her and started to laugh. She blushed so hard and hid in Embry’s chest. We eventually moved over to the living room area and caught up on all the adventures of the past month or so. Around 2 in the afternoon (after Jared and Embry whined lack of nutrition they say they are getting), there was a howl of rowdy guys and laughter in the air. In came Sam, Quil, Jake, Nessie, and Brady.

“Hey guys, look who’s here.” Emily trailed off, heading towards Sam's embrace. A collective “Y/N!” can be heard miles away, so can the last bit of oxygen leaving my body and my plead for help before I die.

“Boy’s get off of her before Paul comes in and reangles your neck. And none of us won't stop him, either.” Ness said. They get off of me, and I’m pulled into a gentle hug from a small Ness.

“Hey, Y/n. Long time, no see. How are you? And sorry about our children, they get a little…well…them. But when new people come by, it’s to the extreme. And when they are hungry.” We chuckle at that.

“Speaking of food…” the air shifts around me, the hairs on the back of my neck stands, goosebumps and shivers run through me as I listen to that voice behind me. I turn around with a smile and see Paul in pants and a regular shirt that does nothing to his body but reminds me how I wanted to rip it off earlier. I shake my head of the memory as I greet him with a hug. As I'm doing so, he leans over and stops, instantly freezing. Holding me tighter to him, he looked towards Jake, Quil, and Brady with anger.

“Mine!” he said in a rough and gruff voice. Sam steps in front of them as the three guys slowly retreat out the sliding door.

“Paul, breathe. They were only excited to see her. You don’t want to do this now.” Sam says with command. All of the guys pulling their girlfriends behind them. Except for Ness, she’s leaning against the wall next to Jake…who’s asking for help with pleading eyes, and she is looking at a fascinating wooden floor. What is going on? Paul starts to shake and stiffen up.

“Mine…Don’t. Touch. Mine!”

“Paul!” Sam shouts. Before anyone could move, I rested my hand on his shoulder and calmly called to him. I lightly sidestep him, rest my other hand on his chest, and call out to him again. He instantly calms down and pulls me towards him. Holding me like I am about to leave and never come back. Just the thought of that hurts me alone.

“Hey, it's okay, Paul. I’m not leaving.” I calmly rub his back and lay my head against his chest—hearing his heart calm to an unnatural rhythm, it's soothing but unnatural. “Let’s go for a walk, okay?” I smile up at him. He looks down at me with a disappointing look on his face but nods. We walk out the door and head towards an unknown destination with an umbrella without looking back at anyone.

Paul POV

Shit. Just when I thought I had my anger under control, it comes back to bite me in the ass. Y/n and I walk down the street away from praying wolf hearing. I didn’t mean for her to witness my possessiveness side. It was just an automatic instinct we supernatural’s have when it comes to our mates. Even though I know Jake, Quil, and Brady mean no harm, my inner wolf and instinct thought otherwise.

“So, what’s going on, Paul?” she asked in her soft, calming voice. When we talk on the phone or facetime, she uses it when she can tell something is bothering me. I stop when we are at a good distance from the pack.

“It’s…well. First, I want to apologize. I didn’t mean to get territorial or possessive over you like I did. I don’t really know what came over me. Well, I do, but that’s a story for later. Which I do plan on telling you, just not right now. I figure now isn’t the best time to dive deep into everything. But yeah. Secondly, I know you haven’t seen it, but I sort of have a temper problem. Well, had…I mean, I still do, but it isn’t as bad. And I promise I won’t hurt you; that would be the last thing I want to do, and want you to be terrified of me. Please, don’t be terrified of me.

“Look, there’s a lot about me that you don’t know, and I know that work both ways. But there are parts of me…of the pack…that are different. And I promise you that I will explain everything to you soon. I have to talk to Sam and Jared about it, but Y/n,” I reach for her hands and step closer to her, looking down with nothing but loving and admiration eyes. She is my everything, and nothing else matters. She gives me a small smile and gently bites her lip that I want to taste oh so badly.

“I want you to know, I will never keep you in the dark there afterward. I know what I may say next is risky, but…Y/n… you are all I ever wanted without realizing what I wanted to begin with. Ever since I met you, you have stayed on my mind non-stop. I replay our past conversations that made you smile; rather, it's on the phone, facetime, the first time I met you, and when I text you stupid shit. The idea to come and get you was mine after Leah and Lajohn said they would visit his family before coming to La Push. That time going to you was the longest I’ve ever felt. But leaving with you to come back with me wasn’t long enough. What I’m trying to say is… Y/n, where we will be at a distance for a while, will you please be my girlfriend?” Looking up at me, her smile becomes bigger and brighter, and she nods and says yes. I reach down to hug her and swing her around. One would think I had asked to marry her. That is for another time, though.

As I put her down, she grabs the side of my face and rests our foreheads together. She then leans in to kiss me hesitantly. Without a second thought, I pull her to me and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her. Well, that completes part two of her gift—kissing me…I mean seeing a side of me and learning a little bit more about me.

~

It's been a week since Y/n has been here, and the temptation to take her against every surface available has been driving me insane. It’s gotten so bad that my blue balls are showing while on patrol. It doesn’t help that the guys won’t shut up about it. Stupid mind link. The only person who understands my dilemma is Jake. Jake constantly has blue balls since his mate is a hybrid of human and vampire—namely, a bloodsucker who can read minds. They really can’t do anything because she will start smelling like Jake even more as soon as they complete their mating process. That fight would be a sight to see.

I head home from my late-night shift on patrol (taking over for Jared’s ass) at 9 am and walk into a dancing Y/n singing to Cupid by 112. She always loved this song. I watch her from the door, leaning against it in amusement as she makes what looks like pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, biscuits, and hashbrowns. Damn, my girl can cook. I look back at her with her back facing me, shaking her ass as she bends over to get the biscuits out of the oven.

Hard on in 3…2…1…and there he goes. Quickly closing my eyes and thinking about anything but taking her over the damn counter, I slowly feel ol’ boy downstairs chill out. I decided to surprise her. I slowly sneak up behind her as she steps away from the stove and towards the sink. I gently wrap my arms around her and kiss her cheek as she yelps. I hear her heart skip a beat, and I try to hold my laugh in.

“DAMNIT, PAUL. You scared the shit out of me.” She says, holding her chest (that I want to taste so badly), and slaps me with the kitchen towel over her shoulder.

“Sorry, babe. I couldn’t help it. You looked too cute, my little Chihuahua.” I bop her nose and reach around her to grab a biscuit. She pops me on my hand and shoos me out of her kitchen (she has fully claimed it, and I will hold no objections.

“Go shower, and then you can eat, mister.” She says, smiling while I retrieve towards the bedroom. As I step into the shower, I debate if I should rub one-off after seeing that ass in those tiny shorts and what looks like my shirt. That option is cut short when I hear Seth in the living room.

Damn. I really need her.

Y/n POV

There was a knock on the door, and when I looked out the peephole, it was my baby Seth!

“Give me one minute, Seth!” I said, turning everything off in the kitchen then running to go put on Paul’s shorts. Now, should I sneak into my boyfriend's room and take his stuff? Eh, probably not. But his stuff is so warm, and it smells like him. I can’t help it. I run back to the door and open it to see my oversized baby.

“Seth!” I open the door and let him in. Seth is the little brother I always wanted but is unknown to have. I just want to bake him cookies sometimes and apologize for growing up with Leah.

“Y/n/n! I heard you got in, and I wanted to see for myself.” I invite Seth inside, and we talk for a little while as he stacks up a plate of food and eats before Paul comes back out. I run to the restroom before we eat (Seth going back for seconds, of course), and as I’m coming out, I hear Seth talking to Paul about cold ones.

“I don’t know, man, they’re after something. Alice can’t see who they are specifically after, but she knows it's someone here in La Push.” Seth whispers.

“Fuck. I guess now would be a good time to tell Y/n about all of us and what’s going on. Tell Jake to set up a meeting with all of us. It’ll be harder since Leah isn’t here—she’s the best at tracking.” I heard Paul say in a commanding voice that I had never heard before. Suddenly, warmth collects towards mama downstairs, and I try my breathing exercise to chill me the fuck out. Looking back out, I see Paul stiffen and tell Seth to leave immediately (plate in hand). He backs away slowly, and before leaving, he says bye to me.

“Later, Seth!” I say, coming from around the corner as if I’m not restraining myself from running to my room and retrieving my bullet. After he leaves, with speed I’ve never seen, Paul stands in front of me, holding me tight. I look up at him, and what were his honey-brown eyes, is now black with deep lust and need. This only made my body react instantly to him. I then feel something poking me, and I press more into him. He closes his eyes and hisses while trying to calm himself. It doesn’t help me one bit seeing his chest move and body harden. Fuck me.

We stand like that, waiting for one of us to make the first move. Is it too soon to want this? For some people, maybe. But for Paul and me, hell no. So, without even thinking, I rub my hands up his chest and down his arms using my nails before wrapping my arms around him.

“Please.” Is all I say before he pulls my face towards him, kisses me, and lifts me to wrap my legs around him. The kiss is rough and full of need. Taking complete dominance over me, I can’t do anything but give in to him. He leaves bite marks all along my neck, collar bone, and where he can reach on my chest. His rough hands proceed to go underneath my shirt and touch me, making me beg for more, anything he can give. Before we can go a step further, his cell phone rings.

“No-”

“Fuck!” we say at the same time. He reaches for his phone while I take advantage of his neck. Trying to leave as many markings as I can.

“What!... Are you serious?... Does it have to be now?... Out of all of the fucking times…FINE! Fine, give me 10 minutes…Shut the fuck up Jared, I’ll be there soon.” He hangs up the phone immediately, and I ask if he seriously has to leave now. “Unfortunately, I do. But…fuck it.” he attacks my lips with his and grabs onto my shorts. He looks me in the eyes for permission, and after giving him the verbal okay, he just rips them, literally, off of me. Getting down on one knee and throwing both of my legs over him, he devours me without any hesitation or warning.

“Son of a bit-” I say as he instantly places his tongue on my clit and brings my bullet to shame. Using both hands, pulling his face closer to my core, I cannot say anything and only gasp for air. Looking down at him, I see he is watching me as he reaches up to play with my breast.

“Fuck Paul. Right there…don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” I cry out to him in a raspy whisper. He hums in agreement and goes to insert one of his fingers in me. Instantly seeing my reaction of clinching, he retrieves his finger and instead places his thumb at my entrance and proceeds to rub it in circles while continuously assaulting my clit.

“Paul, stop. Stop…Oh, God...” I say as my release comes full force without barely a warning. Paul wraps both of his arms wound my thighs, spreading me apart further, lapping every bit of my juices I give him. I attempt to push him away, and he shakes his head while giving me a cheeky grin. Tears running down my face of pleasure, I can’t do anything but be at his mercy.

“So, fucking beautiful. Look at you. You want more, don’t you, huh, my little slut.” Fucking shit, who would have thought I love degrading sex. I shake my head no while also asking for more. “That’s what I thought. I bet you also want my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours don’t you?” he slaps my pussy lightly, waiting until I respond.

“Yes, please. Please let me taste you. Please.” At this point, I am not ashamed to beg. But before we can do anything more, his phone goes off again. I whine out to whoever it is in the universe to please not let him leave. But my prayers go unanswered. He lifts up and wraps both of my legs around his waist, and I take advantage of rubbing him through his shorts.

“WHAT!” he basically growls into the phone. I can almost hear the screen cracking. He leans into my ear and starts nibbling on it while gyrating his hips towards my hands as I slip my hands through his shorts. Feeling his warm length move against my hand and his breath elaborating doing so, I try to slide down so I can take him in my mouth. “FUCK!...Yes…Fuck, alright!” he throws the phone, grabs me from sliding down, raises both of my wrists next to me, and looks me into the eyes with a blaze of fire. Our foreheads pressing towards each other, he leans in to kiss me.

“God, I want to kill every person on this plant without shame.”

“Do you have to leave…” I say, whining while looking into his, what would typically be honey brown eyes, lustful dark eyes. As if he’s having an internal battle with his inner beast.

“Unfortunately, I do.” He grabs me and brings me to the couch. He leans down to kiss me as if he’s never going to come back, runs to the kitchen to bring me water, and comes back with food on a plate for me and wrapped in foil paper for him to leave.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. In the meantime, don’t touch yourself and get rid of your toy.” He says with a cheeky smile, winks, and runs out the door. I lay back and tried to catch my breath. There are many things in life that a girl needs, doesn’t need, and didn’t realize she doesn’t need; mine happens to be circled around Paul and his ability to drive me absolutely fucking mad.

Paul POV

I will kill every Cullen and my pack members for making me leave my mate at the worst possible time ever. As third in command—Gamma—there will be hell when we train.