world we created, paul lahote

Chapter 17

In the days following the incident with the unknown vampire, the Cullens and the wolves worked together to keep a lookout for the Swan home. It was glaringly obvious that no one group could watch over the area alone around the clock and catch the red-headed leech that kept jumping between territories. She was taunting them if anything, forcing them to waste their nights chasing after her while increasing the tension between the two parties hunting her.

One night, in particular, had gotten out of hand, and the burly vampire had leapt across the border to catch her only to be knocked off the Quileute lands by Paul, who growled viciously. No matter the reason, the treaty would stay in full effect.

It was draining for both the wolves and the vampires, to say the least. The constant running around attempting to catch her, to prevent her from getting to Bella was draining. Annoyance sparked in the wolves, most wondering why Bella had to come in the first place if she brought chaos with her. They'd been after Victoria for a year now and to say they were tired would be an understatement.

However, as the days of the bonfire drew near, Sam thought it would be best to let the boys have a day off. He knew how tired they were as he, too, felt it deep in his bones, which made it difficult for him to get out of bed most mornings. The pack deserved it more than anyone else.

Paul had his hands propped up behind his head, his eyes trained on his imprint as she got ready for the bonfire. The two of them had spent the majority of the day in each other's arms sleeping which was refreshing for the shifter. He always found himself sleeping better around Lucia.

"Well, isn't that a nice sweater," Paul mused as she pulled on an ash-grey sweater, the same colour as his wolf. He didn't stop the satisfied hum left his throat at the sight, his eyes drinking in her form like a man starved.

"I would say so, yeah," Lucia replied, feigning innocence as she looked towards Paul. The man got out of bed and walked to her, gathering her in his arms.

"The colour looks a bit familiar," Paul told her, his fingers playing with the soft, wool fabric. A smirk pulls at his lips, something devilish flashing in his eyes. Paul had gotten bolder, far more assertive in his affections and if Lucia said she hated it, she'd be lying. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"I don't think so, no." Lucia lets her hands trail up her boyfriend's chest, her touch teasing. A husky chuckle escaped Paul, knowing damn well what his imprint was doing. He dipped his head to meet her lips, his hand cupping the nape of her neck to hold her in place though she had no intention of pulling away. Her eyes shut instinctively, allowing herself to be lost in him.

Lucia had known what she was doing when she put the sweater on. She remembered that day in the clearing when she saw Paul shift for the first time into his grey wolf. She hadn't realised she had a sweater the same colour as his fur, but when she did, she seized the opportunity.

He tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss as he parted her lips with his tongue. She opened her mouth willingly, allowing his tongue to meet hers in a fiery dance. A deep burning settled in the pit of her stomach, spreading through her legs. She was sure if it wasn't for Paul keeping his other arm secure around her waist, her knees would've buckled beneath her.

Her hands were placed on his warm chest, drifting across his strong build with gentle touches causing a delicious shiver to run through him. Her lips curved upward at the feeling of him being so receptive. She loved how open he was with her, unashamed of the effect she so blatantly had on him. She wasn't any better in that regard. Her body gave her away far more than she liked.

Paul's hands wandered underneath her sweater, caressing her sides, causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin. He pulled away from her, smirking at how red and plump her lips were now. Oh, how much he loved her. Every single part of her was made for him and he was grateful she was all his as he was hers. Paul felt his wolf slowly rise to the surface, his teeth sharpening as the urge to sink them into her neck and mark her grew. He wanted to mark her, desperately so. His hold on her tightened for a moment as he tilted her head back, the girl before him staring at him through hooded eyes.