Part 5: With a Taste of Your Lips, I'm on a Ride

Summary: She had him right where she wanted him. It was time to put those wicked lips to good use.

So this is the final part of Wicked Lips. It was always meant to be a short story to just expand on the one shot I wrote on TR. This last part ties up the story nicely in my opinion. I hope you guys liked this story. I loved writing it. I've got one or two 'futuretakes' in the process of being written. I'm planning to keep working on it and then post once it's done. Keep a lookout for them!

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Bella spread more grape jelly on the sandwich knowing that Ryan liked his with lots and lots of the stuff. After slapping the half with peanut butter and the one in her hand together she slipped it into the plastic sandwich bag.

It had been eight years since the day she had picked up Paul at the club.

That's if you were listening to her version of the event.

Paul still claims to this day that it was he doing the picking up and not the other way around.

Whenever the pack heard the argument they always rolled their eyes asking does it really matter.

Of course it mattered!

They would reply together before busting out laughing.

It was a fond memory of hers the night she met her husband.

But it always hadn't been especially after she found out what it meant when he marked her the second time he fucked her. She could still feel him ramming into her with an aggression that caused fiery hot flames lick her insides burning her up. When his teeth sunk into where neck met her shoulder the pleasurable pain sent her into the best orgasm she ever had hands down.

The downside to the best sex a girl could possibly have with the hottest man she had ever laid eyes on. Yes the list included Edward, because he was definitely frozen as a boy. He was not in the same league as Paul so yea the man who had ruined her, corrupted her, and marked her was sexier than anyone she'd ever seen.

Now she was getting distracted….

Bella found out how much the mark tied her to his life after trying to leave to go back to live in Jacksonville. The moment she stepped off the plane she felt broken inside as if she lost a loved one. At that point in time she hadn't loved Paul. They were only good fuck buddies. She didn't think bad of the mark, because whenever he so much as touched it she had small orgasms that was how sensitive the area was only to his touch.

Maybe that should have clued her in on Paul being supernatural, but it hadn't.

Whenever she saw him notice the bite mark he would always get this cocky grin on those delectable lips. She would have smacked him if it didn't mean she'd break her hand on his hard head.

So when suddenly she could no longer function after two weeks of being back in Florida she began to think of why she was feeling like this. Bella didn't get an answer until the day she received a call from a stranger asking her to come back to La Push.

"It's Paul. There's something I need to tell you that I can't over the phone."

Sam had said.

She didn't want to go back.

Bella left that godforsaken town not even two weeks ago!

She told this Sam guy too what she thought of the idea.

The temptation to hang up on him was super strong then, but something stilled her hand. Sam began to ask her how she was feeling after leaving. He described what was wrong with Paul and she knew that she had to go back.

If only to get some answers and to beat the living shit out of Paul Lahote.

She went home to a very confused, but delighted Charlie, and went straight to La Push. The directions led her to Sam's home where Paul was barely sitting up looking like death warmed over.

"I hate you."

That was the first thing she said to him.

"I know I'm not too fond of you either."

It was the start of a twisted and complicated relationship.

Apparently they created a stronger bond than that of an imprint that hadn't been seen in generations.

An imprint was chosen by the spirits with the intention of being everything the wolf will need during his hard life from phasing.

To mark a mate was a decision between wolf and man creating the stronger bond, because it was chosen with their own free will. The two sides of him had to be in agreement in order for it to work which wasn't easy because the wolf could be stubborn as hell or would rather want an imprint than to have to choose. The more dominant the wolf the more they wanted their own choice unlike so many of the pack.

Jacob and not so surprisingly Embry were the only other ones to accomplish the feat.

Embry was Sam's little brother so it what was shocking he was the more dominant of the two without ever having the pretty little title of alpha.

At least the women the shifters were biting knew what they were getting into when bearing the mark. Jacob and Embry learned the lesson from the love/hate relationship that Paul and her were still having six months after she officially moved back to Washington.

'The sex was great though.'

She thought as she finished making up the lunch bag for her oldest son.

Angry sex made their fighting to end up being foreplay to them.

She would start yelling at him about whatever he'd done to piss her off, and the only thing that would shut herself up was Paul stalking over to her gold eyes boring into hers. He would crush his lips against hers in a bruising kiss with lots of tongue and teeth. One thing would lead to another not long after would they be having aggressive sex trying to get the other to submit.

It was only rare occasions that she was able to make him submit, but she had the suspicion that his wolf was only humoring her.

After seven months their hateful relationship turned very passionate to the point that they couldn't keep their hands off one another much to the horror of the pack. Paul and Bella no longer needed the screaming matches to ignite the inferno of desire. It only took one lingering glance and they were done for. The pack learned very quickly to announce their presence before entering a room the couple was alone in.

Things had gone from passionate to loving between them.

They married after being together for two years, and shortly after the honeymoon she was pregnant with their first child. Ryan Lahote.

Two years after his birth they were announcing the imminent arrival of Charles Lahote.

Bella could still remember the expression Paul had made when she told him she was pregnant. This cocky smile full of male pride would be on his smooth lips. His eyes had flashed dark gold, she knew then the wolf was happy.

It was discovered after the birth of Charlie the marked couples were only having boys. Of course research went into the topic to discover why it was. It turned out having sons were the marked mates' way of readying for the next pack. The most dominant wolves needed to have sons so they could pass on their superior genes to the next generation.

The news had saddened her to never have a little girl of her own, but she reminded herself that having only boys wasn't a bad thing. Paul had offered to adopt. She wasn't sure and resigned herself to only raising boys for now.

"Ryan let's go!"

Bella yelled from the kitchen listening to the little feet stomping down the stairs.

He came around the corner holding his little brother in his arms. They both looked almost looked exactly like Paul. Other than Ryan having her eyes and nose he was a replica of his father. Charlie had all of Paul's features, but Bella's wavy hair and her eyes too.

The door slammed open much to her annoyance.

"What do I say about slamming the door?"

Jacob came in grinning not the least bit repentant.

"Mama say don't 'am da do'r."

Charlie reprimanded.

"I'm sorry squirt. I'll be sure to shut it quietly from now on."

Charlie nodded very seriously, but Bella gave the alpha the stink eye knowing he hadn't meant a word of that promise.

"Time to go kids, Ephraim is waiting in the car."

"Bye Mom. Love you!"

Ryan said reaching up to place a kiss on her cheek holding up Charlie to do the same. They were out the door in the next moment with their lunches in hand.

"See ya, Bella. Oh and congrats!"

"Huh?"

"Don't tell Paul I told you that."

Jacob called over his shoulder leaving Bella standing in her kitchen confused.

She shook her head putting the conversation off to Jake being weird.

It was later in the day when the door slammed open once more.

Bella growled in frustration as she turned from cleaning the microwave where her pasta had decided to explode in. She had forgotten she left it longer than it was supposed to be and then boom it went everywhere.

A loud laugh was her answer to who it was.

"How many times do I have to tell you guys not to slam the fucking door!"

She yelled.

"One more time, sweetheart."

He chuckled before stalking into the kitchen.

She huffed dropping the sponge onto the counter.

"What do I owe–"

He kissed her sweetly with his warm lips caressing hers.

"More kissing less talking."

He spoke against her lips.

Bella let out a sigh allowing him to sweep his tongue into her mouth exploring her as if it were the first time he had done so. He lifted her up moving her to the table not once breaking the kiss. He only moved back to pull both their shirts off of them before resuming the heated touch of his lips against hers, his hand expertly undid the clasp of her bra throwing it off to the side.

Fiery hot hands trailed over her skin reverently only resting on her stomach. He pulled back and sucked on her mark instantly causing her to soak her panties. She moaned at the sensation titling her head back to allow him better access. Paul's hands stroked against the flat of her stomach as his wolf rumbled in pleasure.

"How would you like to have another of my pups?"

He asked his voice tingling against the moist mark from his suckling.

"Mmhmm."

"Is that a yes you would like to have another son?"

Now his fingers were stroking her denim covered core up and down . She tried bucking her hips up to make him press a little further, but he denied her still move so slowly.

"Yea Paul. Please fuck me now!"

She demanded.

He didn't need to be told twice.

Paul divested them of clothing and slid home into her soaked channel. She heard him grunt as she wrapped her legs tighter around his slim waist letting him slide that much farther into her. He started out with slow strokes that were driving her crazy as he almost lazily made love to her. Heated fingers pinched and rolled her nipples as he kissed her sweetly with his addictive lips.

"Please Paul harder."

She begged clenching around him, his rhythm faltering for but a moment.

"Gladly sweetheart."

Bella could feel him everywhere as he pulled out from her then thrusting hard past her slick folds. A cry escaped her lips as he relentlessly thrust into her.

"Fuck babe. You are so wet for me. Only for me."

"Yes only yours."

"Mine, baby all mine. From the first moment I saw you."

He grunted speeding up his thrusts.

"I wouldn't ugh go that oh far hhhoney."

He slowed his pace once more go back to lazily loving her.

"What was that? I don't think I heard your right."

"Fuck Paul please, please."

Bella whimpered.

"Say it Bella and I'll fuck you so hard I'll make you even more pregnant."

"I'm yours."

She cursed throwing her head back as he once more fucked her in earnest.

Bella didn't register the latter of his sentence, because she was thrown over that blissful cliff edge that leads to white hot heat flowing through her. She shuddered as she screamed Paul's name climaxing so hard as she clung to him.

When she looked up at him from her haze she saw those wicked lips of his smirking at her.

Bella had an idea of putting those lips to good use as she leaned up to kiss him soundly.

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THE END

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