𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓

𝙇𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙣, 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

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╰┈˚ · ° .  When afternoon arrived, after a sweep through the woods to make sure that there was no cold one around—while Maddison and Emily went grocery shopping— we came back to the Pack house to wait for the guys that were pushing the vampire as further away from the Rez as they could.

The kitchen was in full use, hands everywhere, the oven and stove both full.

I was kneeling the dough for the cherry pie as Emily prepared the filling. Next to me Layla was cutting the shapes for Emily's famous cookies while Amelia and Kim were helping Maddison cook the dinner.

It was funny and carefree, the music in the background was almost completely covered by the laughter.

"If you burn that again I'm going to kill you, Mia." Maddison warned the air witch. The accident with the burned tomato sauce happened an hour ago had to still fail to make me not laugh. Amelia was the worst among all of us with cooking— apart from Maddison and Emily they were the goddess of cooking— and that was saying a lot.

"Yes, yes, yes. I know. You said it already. Five times." Amelia grumbled the last part under her breath, still loud enough for Maddison to hear though, which earned a pinch from the Swan girl, "Hey! What the hell!"

"Okay you two," Emily laughed, stopping the two before a pinch fight was bound to happen— which had happened more times then we could all count. Maddison's weapons of choice were pinches. Diabolic. "Are you done, Trixy?" she then asked, to which I nodded and passed her the dough for the pie.

"I'm hungry already." Kim said with a whine to her tone. Sound of agreement is sounding all around the kitchen.

The wolves arrived soon later, and when the sun was fully set, we were all finally sitting around the round table eating dinner. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, and to Emily's words, we needed a bigger one soon, but we made it.

Watching supernatural shows in a room full of supernatural creatures shouldn't be as funny as it was, but no one— not one person kept their mouth shut. There was always something to complain about, the authenticity, how ridiculous they looked with those fake fangs and claws... safe to say that Teen Wolf had become a new favorite for all of us after Kim had forced us to watch it.

I was curled around Amelia on the couch, a blanket a top of us both, as we continued to fawn over Stiles and Lydia to the point that popcorn had been thrown at us more than once.

There was something different with Paul. I had noticed at first when the guys had come back. As soon as he had entered the house his eyes had found mine— that wasn't the different part—- but he had stayed away. Then for dinner, he had taken the chair further from mine, and now, he sat on the other end of the couch.

It was, well, different, weird. Paul wasn't one to shy away from physical contact, actually, I was pretty sure he lived for it. Kisses, an arm around my shoulders, hell, even just standing next to me, he was the one that initiated it the majority of the time.

All the evening he had stayed as far away from me as physically possible, but his eyes— oh, his eyes had never strayed. They were set from the time they caught sight of me and never moved. They were scorching hot and left a trail of fire on the side of my face as I evaded their heat.

When the night came to an end, the pack went to their respective homes, and Emily and Sam in their bedroom, the house was silent.

It was such a stark difference from how it usually was— boisterous, full of life and people that it left me frowning for a fraction of a second.

I had thought that I was alone. A sketching pad was on my knees, pencil in hand as I let my mind wander to my art. It had been far too long since I had the time to draw– at least anything that wasn't one of the cold ones— that I found it hard to put anything down on the white page. And I was frustrated, I felt hot all over and the feeling that was left behind by Paul's stare wasn't fading away.

I huffed out a breath filled with annoyance as I shut close my sketchbook. I went to the room then, and soon as the door was closed behind me, my back was harshly shoved against it.

The room was dark, only the light of the moon shining enough to make me see the silhouette of the person in front of me.

My heart was beating fast and my breath was suddenly caught in my thoughts. "Hello, Little Arsonist."

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked with narrowed eyes trying not to let the words be as breathless as I was. "Paul?" He stayed silent, only coming one step closer until I could feel his body hovering just near me. For a second, as he mahogany eyes caught the light of the waxing moon getting fuller by the day, a sudden thought invaded my mind. He looked like a wolf cornering its prey.

His fingers caressed away a strand of my hair away from my face, he inched closer until his smirking lips were a whisper away.

He wasn't touching even a single speck of skin, he wasn't even speaking, and yet, I could feel myself bending to his will. Hot flush swarmed my cheeks, traveling down my neck.

And I was breathless thinking of him so close and yet not close enough.

Wanting Paul on a physical level wasn't something that was hard to do. He was hot— handsome wasn't the right word to describe him. He was all fire and charming and cocky smirks. He was dangerous, you knew it as soon as you saw him, and yet, I couldn't have been more aware of how much I still wanted him.

But now, oh, now when he looked at me like that, like he wanted to devour me whole, like there was no limit he wouldn't reach if he didn't have me.

Love was a thing. Hard and complex as it was, I had known it in my life. Sure, it had been a brotherly love, friendship, or siblings-like.

Want? Well, no one had ever wanted me. Maybe from far away, physically? Sure, I could admit that I didn't look that bad. But no one had wanted me like this. Heart, body and soul. It was addicting.

The movement of his head in how he tilted to the side was more animal than human. How with the little light I still could see his nostril flaring.

"Paul." Even to my ears my voice resembled a whine, that I knew once I could think clearly, I would be heavily embarrassed by it.

"Are you sure you can keep your word, Little Arsonist?" He finally spoke, he finally touched me. His fingers drawing a line slowly from my chest up to my neck.

"What– what word, what are you talking about?"

"How long did you say it was?" he chuckled, but it was mirthless, not amused. "Right. Two months."

The sex ban. I had honestly forgotten about it in the last five minutes.

"Two months Little Arsonist." His thumb stopped on my mouth, pressing down so he could part my lips and tug at the bottom one. "Times up."

Oh

Oh

Now I could feel the hard panes of his body flushed against mine making me gasp.

"Paul." I didn't know what it was. A plea, a warning, a beg.

He ignored me. This time, he brushed his finger on the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He threaded his hand through my hair until he could pull them at the roots and tilt my head to his liking. The movements were all so soft and delicate that I knew it didn't match with his thoughts, "Do you remember that day on the beach?"

"What about it?" I tried to act nonchalantly, even if my blood was burning with passion and lust and my tone was breathless. I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"You liked it, didn't you?" Paul whispered against my skin as he nuzzled his nose against my jawline. "Me chasing after you."

"I'm sure I wasn't the only one." I didn't know how I was standing straight at that moment, so my words even took me by surprise.

He chuckled against my skin, lifting his head only for a second to look at me in the eyes as he replied, "Oh, I definitely did. You were making me crazy with the sweet scent of your pussy trailing after you."

Fuck.

"We should do it again." He said with a smile that I could feel against me as he continued to leave kisses up my neck. Suddenly, he pushed his leg between mine, "I'll chase you deep in the forest only following your arousal. And then..." he trailed off as he nicked my bottom lip, his thigh pressing against my core, "I'll fuck you. Again and again until I'll know for sure that you'll feel me for days afterwards. So filled with cum that it will drip from your pussy." I whimpered at his words, want and lust flooding my senses, and I buckled against him needing something—anything. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" he was having fun, I understood as he moved his thigh away and replaced it with his hand.

"Fuck." I cursed, my head hitting the door at my back.

"Does my girl have a chasing kink?" He asked more to himself as he answered his own question, "Definitely." It was a mix of derision and amusement in his tone that made me annoyed and even more wet. "Degradation kink as well it seems." He added with a snicker.

"Eat shit." I grumbled out, blushing so much that I was actually glad for the low light— even if he could totally see me in the dark with his supernatural sight.

"I can even feel how wet you are though your sweatpants, baby, no need to lie." He said, thumb sweeping and circling my clit making me buckle again and again. But suddenly he tutted as I could almost see my release. "Not yet, baby. Not when there are clothes between us. Not until the only thing that you'll be wearing is my hand on your neck as your personal necklace and not when I can't see how tight you'll squeeze around fingers and cock." he breath was laboured as mine as he spoke, he was containing himself, I knew that much. "Say yes, Beatrice. Please."

"Yes." I said through a gasp, "Yes, yes, yes."

The door at my back was suddenly gone, replaced by the softness of the mattress. Lips, teeth and tongue, there was nothing in the kiss that followed that was sweet and kind. It was desperation, the need to be buried in each other's skin.

I switched out position until I was straddling him, and he didn't let me go. Paul chased my lips until we were both sat and panting and clouded with lust.

I whimpered when his lips were gone, too sad to not feel him on me, and I chased, chased, chased until I had to acknowledge with a start the slight burn of my scalp as he forcefully pulled my head to keep me away.

"Look at you." He said with red kissed lips and pupils blown, "So fucking desperate."

"Please." I didn't care that I was begging, I didn't care at all. I was blinded, only feeling. There was nothing outside of him.

He quirked an eyebrow in mocking, "Begging already, are we?"

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Paul moved further back until he was resting the weight of his upper body on his hands. What did he see? Me panting, eyes half lidded, lips swollen, pathetic enough that it took him a few words and a few kisses to bend me to his will? Maybe later I would care, now, now I don't.

"Light the candles up, baby. I want you to see too." He said, and with a snap of my fingers, the dozen of the candles around my room were lit and I could see him fully. Not just a silhouette lightened by the moon. "Fuck." He breathed out, his own thumb between his lips biting at the skin, "Are you mine, Beatrice?"

"Yes."

"Then say it."

I waited for a beat, too lost to his lust blown eyes to reply, "I'm yours. I'm all yours."

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, the pleasure only making him harden more underneath me. I could feel him, I could feel him enough that it was taking all my will to not suddenly grind down.

"Take off your shirt. " He commanded. "Let me see what's already mine."

I stilled for a second. No one had seen me naked before, not him nor any other person. It was only for a second but I knew he noticed when his thumb suddenly caressed the skin of my hip softly creating shapes, and with his other hand, he reached for my cheek.

"I won't touch you until you choose. I won't do it for you. It's not only me here. It's us."

Us.

I touched the edge of my shirt pulling it over my head exposing my upper body. And when I reached back to unclasp my bra, he stopped me for bated breath, just enough for him to whisper against my lips. "I'll take care of you too." A promise that was meant for more than physical pleasure. I was his and he was mine.

"If you want to stop— anytime, Beatrice and I mean it— you say red. Out loud or through the bond. Got it?"

I nodded my head just wanting him back. it wasn't good enough though, as he grabbed my jaw forcefully. "Words."

The fact that Paul was a commanding asshole inside the bedroom too shouldn't have come as a surprise. "Yeah. yes. Red to stop." I rolled my eyes.

I let out a yelp— more of a surprise than anything else— when his hand came in contact with my ass with a loud slap. "You might want to keep that attitude you have in check because next time I'll spank you ass red."

"That might be a bit difficult." I replied without thinking.

"Oh I know." He smirked as he was already enjoying the future.

He twisted us around until he was above me back to observing after he had pulled off my sweatpants. Teeth biting his lower lip as he pressed his thumb on my right nipple making me shudder in pleasure until he was gone again.

"Gorgeous. And all fucking mine."

He kissed down my neck making sure to leave bites and hickeys along his way down to my sternum. A second later and his tongue was wrapped around my nipple earning a long sigh. When his mouth parted from me, he left the nipple wet to harden to almost pain in the cold of the room as he bit the other one.

I loudly moaned through a groan of pain, not expecting at all the assault of pleasure from the ache of the bite that I instinctively backled my hips.

A slap was delivered on the inside of my thigh. And again, I buckled my hips in both pain and pleasure.

He was stunned for a second, "Fucking hell. I guess pain is not a punishment." He almost sounded in pain as he adjusted his cock that was straining in his pants, "Alright my little masochist, you move again and I stop touching you all together. How does that sound?"

Like hell.

"One, I'm not a masochist. Two, you can't." The second point was nothing but my stubbornness. I was one second away from combusting with all of this, he couldn't leave me here hanging.

"One, watch that fucking mouth before I'll make you. Two, you are a masochist and I bet if I push my fingers in your pussy and then slap your ass, you'll strangle them until I can barely feel them. Three, I'll do what the fuck I want, got it?"

"That doesn't sound very fair." I rebutted, "I can still make myself–"

The words died on my tongue as I felt his thumb pressing on my clit, slowly circling it over my drenched panties, "You were saying?" He increased the speed making my eyes roll to the back of my head, "I can't hear you, baby. You were saying something?"

This condescending bastard, I swear to god. "I can still make myself cum." I finally managed to say as I fought through the haze of lust. My victorious feeling lasted for about a second before I was whimpering around an embarrassing loud and choked moan that made me so glad that all the rooms in this house had been spelled to be soundproofed to any supernatural hearing.

My panties were gone, thorn to shreds, and where before there was fabric between his thumb and my clit, now there was only my wetness. Without any warning he had all but shoved two of his fingers inside of me, stars dancing underneath my closed shut lids. Pain and pleasure the same as they rode one line.

"Next time I'll shut you up differently, Beatrice, don't test me."

He was fortunately moving slowly enough for me to form a coherent response, "Like what? You'll choke me with your dick?"

"Oh, don't tempt me." He grinned back at me, curling his fingers inside of me to earn a gasp. This time he didn't stop, he didn't slow, he moved his finger with precise strokes, and his mouth devoured mine until I was screaming my release. "Cum for me, Beatrice. Cum all over my fingers."

And I did. With a scream that ended up being swallowed by his lips, I cummed by the hand of my boyfriend. And not even the time to take in a full breath, he was at it again. "You are so fucking tight." I watched his other hand disappear inside his pants, my eyes unmoving from how he stroked himself, eyes never leaving the work his fingers were doing on me, building my second release as I arched my back from the bed.

I had the sudden thought to be shy about it until the need to see him too won. "Off." I mumbled, hands reaching for him, but it was like he wasn't listening to me at all. Or he was just choosing to ignore me most likely.

"I need to stretch you or I'm not going to fit." He spoke at the same time the fingers inside of me moved. Opening and stretching me until it was a comfortable fit for another digit.

"Off." I said again as I watched his breath become more labored and his strokes bore languid.

"Say please."

Oh for fuck sakes, he was enjoying this too much. "Pretty fucking please with a cherry on top." I sarcastically said with a bite in my tone, "Or not." His pants were ash before he could blink. "No we are–"

And oh shit. Shit.

"Everything good?" Not really. He was going to fucking split me in half.

My legs closed instantaneously and yet I couldn't keep my eyes away from Paul as he continued to stroke himself as if he had not a care in the world.

"I think the look on your face is enough punishment." he snickered under his breath, "I was made for you baby, don't look so worried."

"Well now I'm not sure." I regret those words as soon as they left my lips— maybe not much with what the outcome had been though.

Paul wrapped his hand around my neck, fingers squeezing the sides as he brought me face to face with him. His eyes held that primordial spark that was always present in his wolf, and his wolf was angry. "Say it again, I dare you." He gritted out, the head of his cock swallowed by my lower lips. "Say it." Inch by inch he pushed it inside and I was getting breathless.

"Do it." I said, and maybe he was right, I was a masochist because I had never felt as good as I did when he slammed his hips until they met mine and I was suddenly so full, the pain only making my eyes cross in more pleasure.

My walls clenched around him and Paul let out a snarl that was all wolf bringing me as close as humanly possible. "Mine."

Fuck yes. Yours. All yours.

My back on the bed and legs wrapped around him. I thought that nothing would have felt better until he pressed on my lower abdomen, and somehow, I wasn't even hearing anything anymore. I was bursting at the seams.

He looked like he wanted to fuck through the matterass and I was sure that the frame of my bed was not going to hold much longer.

"Paul. Paul. Paul." I chanted as my orgasm crashed through me. And I was neither alive nor dead. I was chained by his soul.

Teeth bit me on the side, exactly on my hip bone, marking me forever. He was everywhere. Inside of me, in my heart, in my soul, in my mind.

Heavy breathing filled the room, the scent of our arousals heavy. I couldn't move without feeling his cum leaking out of me before it was pushed back once again.

"Mine." He said, eyes locked in mine.

"Mine." I whispered back, tracing the outline of his lips with my thumb. "I love you."

"I love you." Paul replied as the purr formed in his chest began to fill the room.

✎˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone!

I honestly don't know what to say other than the fact that I wrote 2800 words of smut. This is the longest chapter of this fic with 3600 words. and it was almost all smut, I can't believe this. I deserve the horny jail. 

But how was it? Too much? Do you guys have anything that you would like to read for spicy time?

Thank you for reading this chapter, I'll see you on Thursday!

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