Twilight Fanfiction; Molasses Nights.

Pairing; Bella/Paul.

Summery; Bella knows that Jacob wants her; life with him would be uncomplicated, simple, comforting – easy. She is contemplating following what appears to be the natural course of her life, when the angriest, nastiest and undoubtedly the hottest of the La Push wolves proves to her that life is much more pleasant when you have dark, decadent, toe curling nights to look forward to instead of peace and tranquility. He is nothing like Edward or Jacob – he hates her. Or does he? AU NM.

Warnings; Language/some foreplay sex.

Disclaimer; I do not own the Twilight Saga; I make no money from my stories. I only write them for my enjoyment and that of my readers

A/N; I have had this story on my hard drive for a while now, so I decided to touch it up and post it. I have played with some details in the NM story verse to suit myself. It is AU people.

Chapter One.

The waves, dark and angry, splashed upwards along the jaggered rocks that formed the stark cliff face, sending miniscule drops of salty water gushing into the air around her. It wet her hair and face in a fine mist, drawing a reluctant small smile to her pale pink lips. It was cold; the wind was whipping up something, besides the usual constant wetness, a storm perhaps. Bella wrapped her arms around herself and hugged her middle tightly. The hole in her heart lessened this way; it wasn't a gaping wound when she did this, but merely a small injury. It was bearable.

Move away from the edge, Bella.

The voice fluttered on the wind and maybe on the brinks of her insanity, beautiful, musical, smooth – it was all she lived to hear. Concern for her safety turned the beautiful voice to rough velvet. A large smile of pure bliss spread across her face at the imagined words; fear for her safety evident in that angelic voice. Perfect recall almost fooled her into believing that this was his voice, somehow worming its way into her psyche. But deep inside she knew it was a fabrication of her lonely mind.

She sat directly on the edge of the highest cliff, only a small rock away from the sheer drop below, hoping against hopes that she would hear his voice yet again. It was an addiction, a ridiculous and senseless glitch of her mind, but she didn't care. It was all she had left.

Besides Jacob.

There was nothing but a yawning gaping nothingness in her life since he had gone. Who was she to try and refuse the one tiny bit of relief she had from the endless hours alone?

Her long dark brown hair now hung in wet ringlets, waves and curls around her slender shoulders and back. Her pale complexion a few shades lighter than usual as she unknowingly battled the first stages of hypothermia, a slight shade of blue tingeing her otherwise perfect alabaster skin. Head thrown backwards, she welcomed the drenching mist as it pushed in waves over the lip of the cliff and onto her still form. A violent shudder wracked her lithe form, but she ignored it, only wrapping her arms around her body more fully.

Charlie was busy. Harry Clearwater had just died, his best friend besides Bill Black, he was at the reservation, trying to comfort Sue Clearwater through this difficult time. She was devastated and Charlie was trying to hold it together for her, but it wasn't easy and it claimed all his attention.

By doing this he had unwittingly allowed his less than stable daughter an open access to the freedom she could frankly do without. Stalking hallucinations was hardly conducive with getting over Edward Cullen's strange and abrupt departure. But he had had little choice. Comforting himself with the knowledge that Bella would be okay, she had improved since her friendship with Jacob Black had deepened and grown into what Charlie hoped would be something more permanent and lasting than mere friendship. At least he hoped so. He was undoubtedly wrong. Although Jacob had helped, he was the very opposite of what she craved, what she needed and to be honest – wanted. Although sunny, happy-go-lucky and good-looking, Jake just wasn't what she wanted – really. He wasn't what her body unknowingly craved and begged for, not by a long shot.

Bella had tried to fake it, she had even allowed him to kiss her but there had been nothing. No sparks, no burning desire, no passion. It was pleasant enough, of course, warm soft lips and a lot more tongue than she wanted, so different from him. Yes, Bella admitted to herself, life with Jake would be comforting, warm, solid, safe – easy. Was it really where her life was headed? She was beginning to accept that maybe it was. She would be an absolute fool to throw all this away. Jake was her rock, he had saved her really and truly and he deserved better than a kick in the teeth.

The pack was on high alert at the moment due to her. The flame haired leech was still out there, watching and waiting for a chance to torture Bella to death, possibly drain her life's blood, slowly but completely and leave the white lifeless corpse hanging from a tree as a message for Edward Cullen.

A completely unfeminine snort left Bella's lips at that thought; little did Victoria know that he and the rest of the Cullens couldn't care less. But Jake and the rest of the wolves were trying to keep her safe; they acted like they cared, with the exception of two.

Leah Clearwater and Paul Lahote.

Leah was angry – always. She was lovely to look at but so filled with anger there was not much left of the girl she had once been as Sam Uley's girlfriend. She has suffered losing it all and that could truly break someone, Bella knew.

It had broken Leah. She had lost a boy she had loved, her dreams of the future and then her humanity when she had turned into the first ever female shapshifter, apparently losing the ability to have children in the process. The dreams she had once had were all gone, thanks to the leeches. It was their fault that the Quileute wolves existed at all, so to her, a girl who had knowingly dated a stone cold leech was worse than they were. Dirty, defiled, unclean; those were a few of the words she had thrown at Bella over the last month alone. She had asked time and again how Bella could allow the leech to even touch her skin, how she could have had sex with him. Bella never got the chance to tell her that she had never had sex with Edward Cullen- she had never had sex at all.

A soft sigh escaped her shivering lips as Bella contemplated the course her life was taking. Maybe it was best not to fight it.

Finish school, date Jake, eventually get married and have a few kids. She imagined life on the reservation, clean and untroubled – easy. Safe.

It was too easy.

What was missing? Why didn't it feel right? Bella shook her head as a will-o-wisp danced passed her over the cliff face. A small wave of dizziness made her head swim dangerously as her wide, thickly lashed dark brown eyes stared unseeingly at the crashing waves below. She rubbed futilely at her own arms trying to warm them in the thin flannel shirt that she wore. The wind had picked up suddenly, buffeting her cruelly and then tearing into the thick pine trees behind where she sat. The howling noise they made almost reminded her of the wolves.

Another bone wracking shudder ripped through her and she rose unsteadily to her feet. She decided it was time to leave now. She almost lost her unsteady footing as another burst of ice cold wind whipped by her again, waving her arms around her wildly, she barely regained her balance. Her breath was coming out in short raggered puffs; fear quickening her heart and pumping adrenaline through her veins, as she gazed down at the pounding surf far below.

Bella laughed then, suddenly and completely irrationally everything seemed goddamn funny. The sound of her laughter stunned her as much as the unused and unfamiliar sensation flooding her being. It had been so long since she had felt happy.

Bella turned away after a few more life threatening wobbles that threatened to send her over the edge of the cliff and walked to her truck. Ice cold fingers refused to obey her as she fumbled with the door handle. After a bit of perseverance she managed. Once inside she gunned the engine to life and drove slowly back to the Rez. For some reason she couldn't seem to get warm, shivers still rippling up and down her small body, teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Bella's vision began to blur suddenly partially obscuring her view of the road. Worried that she was going to run over someone or something, she pulled over and stepped on the brakes harshly, coming to a jarring halt. Chills still ran along every inch of skin, her teeth chattering. Why couldn't she warm up?

Gazing upwards, ominous clouds rolled low across the already dark sky, thunder beginning to rumble overhead. Bella didn't feel capable of driving so she fumbled with her cell phone, but it too was dead. She had forgotten to charge it last night.

Damn it! What else could possibly go wrong? Bella huffed as she dragged her shivering form out of the truck and then slowly down the road.

The first fat, splattering drops of rain began to fall as she walked towards a small house on the very edge of the forest. She didn't recognize it at all, but then she wasn't in a recognizing mood. All her numbed mind wanted now was warmth and lots of it.

The house must belong to one of the wolves, simply because the stark lack of any homely decoration gave away the fact that a teenaged wolf lived there alone.

Bella reached the small porch and climbed the three steps up to the rickety door, which looked like a stiff wind would blow it down. But, however rickety this house looked, there must be some warmth within its dingy walls?

Bella knocked, the sound echoing oddly for a house that was supposedly furnished.

There was no sign of life, nothing.

Still quaking violently Bella pulled on the door handle in desperation.

Much to her surprise it opened.

The creaking noise, of unoiled hinges, sounding abnormally loud in the heavy stillness before the storm broke and Bella quelled the fear she felt. She needed warmth – now, fear could take a back seat for now.

The house was tiny, as undecorated as its exterior suggested. One entire wall was dominated by a double bed, carelessly rumpled, the sheets a light grey and a liberal dusting of mud and leaves, suggesting shocking lack of regular laundering. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, Bella closed the door behind her and walked into the room. The glass of several windowpanes were broken, letting bursts of the weather through, even so it was still warmer than outside.

A small kitchen with a table and a single stool stood on the opposite side of the room. Moving forward hesitantly, Bella edged her way towards the extremely inviting, if a little ratty sofa. It had a thick blanket thrown across its back and her fingers itched to claim it.

Another table directly below one window, was filled with papers, drawing her towards it, her curiosity strong. Grabbing the tempting blanket swiftly and throwing it around her shoulders, Bella made her way towards the desk. She wondered idly if the mysterious sheets of paper would reveal the owner of this crumbling down home.

The warmth was slow in coming, chilled as she was.

Her icy finger reached hesitantly for the top most paper and she froze as her eyes scanned the document, a gasp on her lips.

Paul Lahote.

The house belonged to Paul Lahote. Oh shit. Bella didn't know quite what to do, fear quickening her pulse and making a cold sweat break out on her skin.

He was the one wolf that truly scared her. He was rude, cruel and always harsh in his treatment of her. His constant anger when around her was scary and nerve wrecking.

She stood still holding the sheet of paper, a legal document, the words blurred before her eyes several times before she made out its content.

Custody papers were for one Raven Charlotte Lahote, aged two, granting full custody to Paul Lahote. Bella stared at the words, thinking maybe that she was imagining the words.

But no, they were still there.

Paul had a child?

...

Unbeknownst to Bella, Paul himself had arrived behind the small house, bone weary and drenched from running boarder patrols all night, he was so tired he could barely concentrate.

All he wanted was to use the little used bed in the small dingy house he called his own and pass out for a few hours before he would have to run yet another patrol. Sam had them all on fucking high alert due to the little bitch otherwise known as Bella Swan. Just thinking of her drew a snarl from his tired lips. Phasing, he stopped briefly to pull on the shorts tied with a leather thong to his calf, effectively covering his impressively muscled naked body.

Raking dirty fingers through short inky black hair, Paul froze, his nostrils flaring, as an unbelievable scent drifted to him on the breeze.

Bella.

She was here, and if his nose was to be believed, she was in his fucking house.

What the fuck was the little bitch doing in his house of all the houses on the Rez?

Another inhuman snarl ripped its way up his very human throat as the beast within displayed the strange behavior it always did when that particular human was around.

His inner wolf actually seemed to like the leech lover, just one more reason for Paul the man to hate her.

There was a million fucking reasons for him to hate her, but this was the one he liked to cling to. No chick had ever gotten under his skin like Bella Swan did.

It was just so fucking wrong.

Paul never let anyone female get under his skin; he fucked them and left them. Never using the same girl more than once. His mother had taught him long ago to never trust women in general. They were all false bitches that took your love and trust and then fucked you over.

His wolf though, had other ideas about Bella Swan.

Paul was completely connected to his wolf. Unlike the others, who all seemed to fight their fate, he embraced it. The anger, the overwhelming rage, which was always present within them as wolves, was a balm to his already aggressive emotions as a human boy. He had always loved fighting and now as a man of twenty, he lived for it. His wolf did too; his wolf frankly was fucking terrifying. It was dangerous, feral and undefeated in a fight. He had a reputation and he did his best to up hold it. Not even Sam had actually ever challenged him, instead opting out and alpha ordering him when necessary.

But Bella made him angry in a whole new way. She ignited a strange, irritating urge to guard her, look after her and fuck her. It was just wrong – Paul snorted now in absolute disgust as he stalked silently towards his shack. Nostrils flared, his wolf greedily gulped down lungful's of Bella scented air.

So fucking delicious.

Paul grinned suddenly as the idea of having Bella alone finally took hold of his brain.

Nice.

He could definitely use this situation to his advantage.

The now steady rain beat down on his shoulders, raising a cloud of steam from his overheated flesh. Raindrops dribbled over broad shoulders and over beautifully carved bronze muscles, each dip and hollow emphasized by the wet sheen. The tribal tattoo that decorated his left arm, swirled in curious lines and patterns across his delectable golden skin. The opposite upper arm held the wolf packs tattoo, a round insignia, boldly claiming his status as the third in line to the alpha throne, after baby Black that was.

His jet black hair was cut short, almost a buzz cut, the harsh cut only serving to emphasize the aquiline, handsome features. Full lower lip adding a slight softness to an otherwise emotionless face. The only emotions Paul regularly expressed were sardonic amusement, usually at someone else's expense and anger.

Reaching the door he quietly opened and closed it behind him, not once alerting Bella to his presence.

She was swathed in his blanket, he could smell their mingling scents, it pleased him, which only made him angrier.

She was fucking snooping through his papers, which admittedly were just lying there waiting to be picked up. His eyes narrowed dangerously. They were the custody papers. Trust Swan to find one of his secrets. It was hard to keep things quiet in the pack due to the single mind they shared as wolves. It was hard to keep a wrap on Raven while phased, but he had managed so far. She was the only thing he wanted to keep sacred. She was his as no other human could ever be.

Paul walked into the room, his bare feet completely silent and then he stopped directly behind her.

He stood there conflicted beyond belief, his sensuous lips parted in a silent snarl. His large hand rose hesitantly as his fingers fucking itched to touch the spill of luscious dark brown hair, which lay against the rough wool of the blanket.

Why the fuck did he want to touch her? Why her? Why now? Usually he could control his wolf better than this.

"Looking for something leech lover?" Paul ground out after a small pause.

Bella screeched and jumped at least a foot into the air. Her mouthwatering scent only increasing as adrenaline rushed through her veins, the air around her permeated with that delicious scent. Those wide doe eyes gazed up into his and he wanted to rip her innocence to shreds.

"Oh my goodness! You scared me!" Bella gasped, her small white hand clutching her throat like she was trying to keep her throat from releasing her pounding heart.

Paul said nothing simply staring down at her, intense eyes holding hers captive, his lips twisted into a condescending smirk. This chick was fucking prude, 'my goodness' could hardly be counted as a swear word. They were mere inches apart, Paul's breath washing over her face, for some reason the smell of him made her eyes cross over and her head swim.

He smelt amazing. She contemplated licking him, wondering what that beautiful toffee colored skin would taste like beneath her tongue and then she blushed scarlet at the thought. What was wrong with her? This was Paul Lahote, the man who made his hatred of her plain each and every chance he got. She unthinkingly licked at her suddenly dry lips and drew in a shuddering breath as she mentally prepared herself to face down a wolf.

A chuckle escaped his mouth, one brow raised sarcastically as he drawled, "Oh, you really shouldn't be here, little girl."

Touches of electricity sparked between them causing Bella's full lips to part in a gasp, shock widening her already wide brown velvet eyes. Paul's dark gaze smoldered with an emotion he didn't care to analyze, it burned through his entire being, shaking the very foundations of his existence.

But there was one desire he had no trouble expressing freely.

Fucked if he knew why; but he wanted Bella Swan, it was a gnawing fucking ache in his gut that made him want to throw her down onto the hardwood floor and devour her whole. She was just so…fucking beautiful, tempting and …amazingly…something.

Her scent enveloped him making the desire he felt blow up into all consuming lust. She smelt like strawberries and sex; she also smelt like prey- goddamn drool worthy. His wolf salivated at the delicate scent hungrily, while the other part, the hunter circled warily looking for a chink in his prey's armour, such as it was.

He frowned as another shudder of cold wracked her slender body.

"You cold?" He asked offhandedly, his tone and words totally at odds with each other.

Bella blinked up at him; shocked by the direction he was taking this strange encounter and by the fact that he cared at all.

A stiff nod was his answer, as she burrowed deeper into the huge blanket. The dark blue wool of the blanket framed her lovely face, bringing her creamy skin into beautiful contrast.

"Y…yes, I got caught in the beginning of the storm." Bella explained, her soft voice hitting him like a battering ram. "I…I'm sorry for coming into your home, but I had to get warm."

Fuck she had an amazing voice. How had he never noticed before?

His smirk deepened, "You need to get warm? Maybe I can help with that." His deep bass stated wickedly, his perfect lips curling up into a widely decadent smile.

Bella gulped. Oh my god how had she never realized how gorgeous he was before?

There was an ominous stillness about him that for some reason terrified her far more than his usual open hostility. She felt like prey; his prey and it scared her into retreat.

Bella bit her lip to stop it trembling. Paul's narrowed eyes followed the movement and an animalistic snarl left his lips making her eyes lash to his in a second.

Had he really just done that?

She took a step back hesitantly, and then another, she carried on going until her back hit the desk behind her. It was then that she realized he was following her, his huge body effectively blocking her escape.

"Paul...?" She whispered in question.

He didn't reply, simply advancing on her even more, until his massive chest was almost touching the blanket which was still firmly secured around her slender frame, now held in a strangle hold.

There was no humor left on his face as those dark and lethal eyes stared at her. Bella forgot how to breath, in fact she forgot her very name as Paul leaned down and stopped an inch from her face, studying each feature of her face like it was of the utmost importance.

His warm breath tickled her lips and fanned her ice-cold cheeks, making her want to rub against him like a well-loved cat. The warmth coming off of his skin was amazingly tempting. She had often simply let Jake hold her because she wished to steal some of that super heated wolf warmth.

Now with an abundant source inches away, Bella fought the urge to lean upwards and wrap her arms around his neck.

At these uncharacteristically wandering thoughts her cheeks flames once again and she dropped her gaze and face, scared to look at this strange man any longer.

A single warm finger lifted her face seconds later, forcing her to look upwards, that finger brooked no refusal and Bella complied, her face felt as hot a furnace.

As soon as she was face to face with him again she realized that he had moved even closer, his lips brushing her cheek before trailing sensuously across her cheek towards an ear.

Her knees buckled and her breath hitched as pure, unadulterated lust crashed through her body. Never before had she felt these emotions, so consuming they made her body go into autopilot. Heat surged through every nerve ending, need so fierce it trembled through her stomach and down between her thighs like molten lava. A surge of wetness between her thighs caused Paul's nostrils to flare before a knowing smirk pulled up the corner of his mouth, "Do I make you wet, Bella?" He breathed against her ear, sending shivers dancing down her spine in the most delicious of ways.

She shook her head in pointless denial, causing her ear to rub against his lips, spilling more shivers across her skin.

"You are such a liar." He whispered just as his tongue snaked out to trace the shell like cavern of her ear.

Bella squeaked and jumped at the contact, but couldn't move away, trapped as she was by Paul's bulk and the table. All thoughts of escape fled as her wide eyes slid shut pure ecstasy seared each and every inch of her being.

Paul expertly unwound the heavy blanket from her body and kicked it away heedlessly across the floor. A small whimper fell from her lips as his talented lips moved back across her cheek to claim her quivering mouth.

He licked at her hesitant lips, before thrusting his tongue deeply into her stunned mouth. A shudder of pure delight shook them both at the deeper contact.

His huge hands slid downwards and curved around her ass lifting her against his blatantly aroused flesh. Bella kissed him back, tentatively at first and then with passion as her inexperience was forgotten beneath the onslaught of his passion.

Wickedly talented fingers pushed her flannel shirt off of her shoulders revealing creamy skin encased in a cami top, nipples tight buds of desire.

Those same fingers pushed the thin straps down slender arms until Bella was bared to his hungry hands.

Hot hands cupped her softness, teasing her breasts into a frenzy of sensation. A moan fell from her lips and he swallowed it whole. Paul deepened the kiss still further until neither of them was sure where they ended and the other began. As soon as her chest came into contact with his hard muscled torso napalm exploded between them and frantic energy drove them to new heights.

"I bet you fucking leech couldn't make you feel like this, princess." His wicked voice stated against her cheek, his dark eyes staking hers in place daring her to deny the truth of his words. "This between us, this is real. The fucking Cullens are nothing but fakes."

A small shake of her head was all she was capable of as his hands continued their thorough exploration of her body. Bella's eyes rolled backwards in her head as Paul's mouth followed the path his fingers had set and latched onto an aching nipple, laving it with his heated tongue.

Bella's mind was hazy and filled with desire, incapable of rational thought. Need, desire, warmth, lust – a heady combination.

"We hate each other." She managed after a mind-blowing moment.

Paul chuckled against her skin, "It was just foreplay, little girl." He said just as he slid a thickly muscled thigh between hers, pushing deliciously against her drenched pussy. "This is as darkly tempting as molasses, Bella. Dark, decadent, sticky and oh so fucking delicious. This is what you and I were made for."

Surprise flashed across his face as he realized the truth of his own words.

Well, fuck. Maybe he should have seen it sooner. He hated Bella so fiercely it could only be…more.

But until that very moment he hadn't realized that he wanted her quite like this – she was a tasty piece of course, half the pack had added her to their spank bank a while ago, but Paul had never even conceived that maybe she was more to him.

Lover, girlfriend…mate?

He growled at that thought, he just couldn't fucking handle any more complications.

His life was no fucking picnic, besides having absolutely nothing to offer anyone - especially someone like Bella. He didn't analyze just when Bella had become worthy in his estimation; there wasn't time for that now.

He pushed the unwelcome thought out of his mind and instead concentrated on the fuck awesome sensation of Bella Swan's soft as silk skin pressed against every inch of his torso.

Paul had often thought that she was a little too thin, but now, half naked as she was he realized his mistake.

She was perfect.

Every single curve a dream of alabaster and pearl skin, pert nipples pulled into tight buds. Her small breasts could easily fit into his large hands, bringing a groan of hopeless lust to her lips as he traced new pathways across that same sensitive skin.

Eager to see the rest of her body and take advantage of her lustful state, Paul quickly and expertly unbuttoned her tight jeans and pealed them down her slender legs, along with her panties.

Fuck. Bella Swan had fantastic legs for such a tiny girl. Paul wanted to lick every inch of the creamy skin that covered those perfect thighs, a low growl of pure want left his lips and he sunk to his knees in front of her.

Bella squeaked and tried to pull away as he wickedly talented lips placed a closed mouth kiss on her upper thigh. Claming her legs together and trying to pry his face off of her body gave Paul and unwitting insight into Bell Swan.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" he managed, trying to calm his rampant passion a little.

Bella's wide, thickly lashed eyes widened still further at the question.

Her moth opened soundlessly as she struggled to squash down the brain numbing lust that swamped every nerve ending in her body and each synapses of her brain.

"Yes. I did try to tell you and Leah that I haven't…I had never…" she trailed off helplessly, a blush staining her pale cheeks with embarrassment.

"You've never fucked?" Paul offered helpfully, a smirk twisting his immobile features. "What was wrong with Cullen? Fuck." He shook his head in disbelief.

Bella was still blushing, having Paul still kneeling at her feet while she was as naked as the day she was born was just too much for her.

"Yes." She snapped as her brain slowly cleared the lust-induced fog. "He...he didn't want… to taint my innocence, I guess." She didn't realize that her voice was infused with disgust at Edward's total lack of passion.

With a loud bark of laughter Paul reluctantly rose to his feet, congealing to his full height before cupping her chin with a single hand he stared into her eyes deeply, almost drowning in the fathomless chocolate brown depths.

She was still trapped against the table, pressed into every inch of his tall hard body. She tingled everywhere, the wetness between her thighs a testament to the desperate need she felt for him, her enemy and now her… what? Friend? Lover?

"I wont take your innocence…" At her swift, shocked stare, Paul chuckled. "Like this." He said softly, his deep voice as tender as he was capable of.

Bella couldn't reply, her brain had embarrassingly chosen that particular moment to forget how to talk. She simply stared at him in silent appeal.

Why was she having trouble seeing Paul Lahote as the caring type? Well, probably because he had made it his life's mission to make hers a living hell whenever he was around – until today.

What had changed?

Something undoubtedly had though.

Paul ran his warm hands up her sides and onto her shoulders, causing a trail of goose flesh to erupt in their wake, Bella's eyes rolled backwards into her head as a spontaneous whimper left her parted lips. She watched through half closed eyes as Paul's face changed into a mask of pure lust, his teeth bared and then a feral growl left his mouth which should have terrified her senseless but instead made heat explode through her center. His dark eyes shimmered with a luminescence which was not human, their center shifting from dark ebony to a dark yellow.

Wolf.

His fingers dug into her shoulders and he dragged her back up against him, claiming her mouth in a soul deep kiss that rocked both of their worlds thoroughly. Demanding, rough and sensuous all at once it toppled Bella's world completely off its axis sending her plummeting towards the edge of a deep and unknown abyss.

Bella clung to him, her small hands sliding up around his neck and locking in the short inky strands of his hair.

He lifted her onto the table behind her, scattering papers everywhere. Her heated center came to rest directly against his rock hard erection still hidden beneath denim, causing her to release a breathy moan. Their kiss didn't break; lips stretched wide, tongues tangled ceaselessly, teeth clashing occasionally as they devoured each other completely.

Paul's hands lifted to circle her throat roughly, holding her face in place as he plundered every hidden recess of her mouth. Fingers tightened a minuscule amount as Bella's small tongue joined his, hesitantly following his lead. Her tentative exploration of his mouth and body was driving him literally insane with longing, Paul just wanted to fuck her, claim her – take everything she had to give. He wanted to mark her.

His wolf was not under control, the fingers tightening around Bella's slender throat was a small testament to that fact. Paul wanted to take it slow but his wolf wouldn't let him.

He felt his teeth elongate within his mouth, the sharp tips grazing Bella's fragile flesh as they continued to kiss wildly.

He had to stop this before he hurt her.

Before he took her and made her his.

Before he did something he couldn't take back.

He pulled himself back from her mentally and physically with super human effort. Their lips were still joined; they parted slowly, as he realized what he had to do.

"Not." He ground out against her lips, "Like" he growled. "This."

He pushed himself away from her then, the act a physical pain which turned his passion to rage.

"Just leave." Paul said roughly, his deep voice more animal than human.

Bella stared at him, the hazy taking a few seconds to clear from her brain before reality set in, harshly.

"What…? Why? What did I do wrong?" She asked her eyes filling with tears.

Paul turned away from her and used the only ammunition he had which he knew would make her leave.

Before it was too late.

He had to face the fact that he was no fucking good for her.

Paul felt that he had nothing to give her, nothing but pain and a shack on a reservation.

"Wrong? It's all fucking wrong! Why should I sully myself with a fucking tick lover like you?" He snarled. "Leave! Now!"

Hurt and shock flung her eyes wide as she watched him with disbelievingly. That look in her wide brown eyes drove daggers into his body, she turned with a sob and scrambled off the table, only stopping to pick up her shirt and jeans from the floor. Pulling them on carelessly, before she ran out into the pouring rain. She didn't see Paul's usually sarcastic face dissolve into a travesty of rage and pain as he watched her stumbling exit.

Darkness had fallen now and she tripped several times before she reached her truck. Tears poured down her face in streams, mingling with the torrential rain falling overhead. She barely held onto the sobs, which wracked her small body. She didn't want him to hear her crying. Starting the huge old truck, she shoved it into gear and stepped onto the accelerator.

She didn't remember driving home nor letting herself into the house.

Bella collapsed into bed fully dressed, pulling the covers over her head, trying to shut out the bizarre and totally fucked up day she had had.

What was wrong with her that men she liked always seemed to refuse her? While the ones she didn't really like chased her endlessly.

And when had Paul Lahote become someone she liked? She didn't know the answer; it was just all too confusing and hurtful.

Finally the tears ran out and Bella climbed stiffly from her bed to strip naked and climb back between the slightly wet sheets. Body warmth soon permeated the damp bed clothes and she slept. Occasional tears still leaked out from under her thick lashes.

Her tears carried her to her dreams, which were disjointed and disturbing.

A lonely howl echoed through her consciousness as she slept, the huge grey wolf standing guard outside her house listened to the sound of her sobs and then cocked its massive head with each sighing breath as she fell into restless sleep.

The wolf guarded her; it could do nothing else.

TBC.