--- š§š¢šš©š¬š²š°š¶, š§š¢šš©š¬š²š°š¶..
jacob black. jacob fucking black. that mutt had his paws all over you, and you werenāt even batting an eye. granted, paul did leave you to your own devices in favor of grabbing you another beer from the cooler sam brought. still, paul could feel the familiar ache of anger simmering under his skin.
the sound of rushing waves, the feel of sand beneath his feet, and the smell of saltwater brings him back to his senses. sam would have his ass if paul were to start a fight while everyone is having fun at la push. paul canāt find it in himself to care enough though, and heās stomping over to you before jacobās hand can trail any lower down your back.
the younger boys of the pack liked to throw a flirting comment or tease your way as a joke to rile paul up, but jacob was the worst about it. paul knows jake is serious. jacob likes you. that fact gets under paulās skin more than any jokingly, flirtatious remark from the younger wolves in the uley pack can match.
your mateās eyes lock onto jacob and the way his lips curve up in a smug smirk when he realizes paul is approaching. as if to add more heat to the already flaming fire, jakeās hand slides down to your hip. his pinkie finger just barely rests on the curve of your ass, and paul bristles at the movement. he rips jacobās hand off of you by his forearm, and his own beefy arm wraps securely around your waist.
steam is practically coming out of paulās ears, as he tugs you roughly against his chest. his grip is tight. too tight. but, paulās too deep in his anger to realize. all thatās going through his head right now is to keep jacob as far away from you as possible.
āwatch your fucking hands, jake,ā paul snarls out. his instincts are going haywire. his mind is filled with possessive thoughts and urges, and everything in his body is telling him: protect, keep, claim.
jacob takes a casual step back. instead of leaning down slightly like he was before to talk to you, jake stands at his full height so heās eye level with paul. he gives the angry wolf an amused once over, before the shit-eating curve of his lips slowly disappears from his face. jakeās brows furrow in mock confusion, while he plays innocent.
āweāre just talking.. what, she canāt talk to other pack members now? afraid someoneās gonna take her from you?ā ohh.. now that strikes a nerve. the rational part of paulās brain knows that you would never run off with someone else, let alone another wolf from the uley pack. but, just the thought of someone other than paul having you makes his urge to shift 10x stronger.
when paul takes a step towards jacob and tries to move you behind him, you grip onto his bicep in an attempt to grab his attention. after being with paul for a while, itās easy to recognize when heās about to start a fight.
āpaul- hey, come on-ā your voice doesnāt even register in paulās head. his eyes are locked onto jacob, ready to pummel him into the sand and let the ocean wash him away. that familiar flare of anger is bubbling in his chest and threatening to boil over. heās losing control.
ālahote.ā a harsh grip on the shoulder from sam cuts through the red haze heās lost in. the silent command makes him hesitate. paul canāt deny the alpha, even when heās in the throes of possessive anger. sam steps in front of paul without care, and the sudden closeness makes you take a step back.
āyouāre really gonna do this? here? right now, with her watching?ā sam gestures to you, as he still stands protectively between you and paul. itās easy to lose control, too easy. too easy to hurt a mate, something sam knows better than anyone. paulās eyes flick to you, his imprint, his *bonded,* and the wolf in him whines with displeasure.
thereās not fear in your eyes, not exactly.. more like anxiety. like you know whatās coming and you know paul canāt control it. paul doesnāt want to prove you right. he wants to be more than a slave to his own anger.
so, he softens. his shoulders slump a little, and the snarl on his face morphs into a frown. he canāt look at you long after that, the guilt hits him like a trainwreck after losing control like that. paul steps towards you with his eyes downcast, his hand slipping into yours to lead you back to his truck.
āpaulās bailing?ā embry asks, breathing heavy as he comes running over with the soccer ball tucked under his arm. jared follows close behind, both their eyes on paul pulling his truck out of the la push parking lot.
āsurprise, surprise. jake made him moody,ā jared scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. the wind whips a little harder now, the clouds overhead threatening a downpour.
ālet him go. he needs this,ā samās booming voice is like the thunder in the sky; deep and commanding you listen. the pack doesnāt hesitate. everyone gets back to what they were doing before, the lingering tension dissipating with every mile paul puts between him and the beach.
the drive back to your house was silent, painfully so. paul mustāve took all the tension from the beach and shoved it in his truck along with you, cause the air in there was thick with it. every time you tried to find the words to soothe paul, your throat closed up.
inside your house is no better. paul follows you all the way in, locking the front door behind him instinctively. he trails after you all the way up the stairs, his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs. he can feel in his chest that youāre not angry with him, though he still feels like a kicked dog.
ābaby,ā paul rasps when you reach your bedroom. his hand interlocks with yours, *needing* your touch, needing the silent affirmations that come with it. his brown eyes are so devoted, but oh so guilty. after the scene he caused today, itās a miracle he didnāt stomp off into the woods to brood for hours.
āām sorry,ā he mumbles, reaching for you with his other hand. he wraps his arm around your waist immediately when you give him a chance and take a step forward. paul tugs you into his chest like he did at la push, although heās gentler now that itās just the two of you.
āiām so sorry, he just had his hands on you and i-ā he cuts off his own rambling, suddenly aware that it sounds like heās making excuses, āi lost it, iām sorry, baby.ā
āyouāre so guilty,ā you mumble, placing a hand on his chest right over his racing heart. even after being out in the frigid air near the ocean, paulās still warm like a furnace, āfor what? you didnāt hurt me.ā
ācouldāve though,ā paul frowns, the thought making a pit form in his stomach and anxiety ball in his chest. his arm around your waist tightens like he can squeeze the bad thoughts out of the both of you, ācoulda lost it for real this time. coulda hurt you bad, like sam hurt emily.ā
ābut you didnāt,ā you breathe out, cupping his cheek with your free hand. a shaky breath leaves his lips, your touch both a soothing balm and an addicting drug paul canāt seem to ever get enough of, āiām fine. iām still here. *weāre* still here.ā
paul nods his head at your words, leaning in to press his nose to your hair. he inhales deeply, presses a firm kiss to your temple, then tilts his head to capture your lips with his. the kiss is so soft, like his love for you has taken form in this one act of affection. his tongue slips into your mouth to caress yours, and he swallows your soft sounds like he canāt get enough. this isnāt dominating, this is *apologizing.*
paulās hand slips from yours and comes up to cup the back of your head. the arm around your waist moves so his other hand is pressed flat to the small of your back. he slides his hand right over the spot jacobās was, but his hand slides down lower. down, down, until heās got a handful of your ass. paulās large hand gives it a gentle squeeze, appreciating the soft curves only he gets to touch.
ājust because iām mortal doesnāt mean you need to treat me like glass,ā you tease him, your voice barely a murmur against his lips. itās loud enough for paul to hear though, as he perks up at the teasing like itās an invitation.
āiām mortal too,ā he defends, giving your ass a light swat. his eyes look brighter now, still guilty, but thereās more of that familiar cocky paul in there now.
ānot really. you shapeshift, itās not the same,ā you argue.
āwell, iām not immortal,ā he retorts, knowing you canāt argue with that.
ā*well,* i think you still need to apologize. *properly,*ā you announce, slipping from his arms to walk backwards towards the bed. thereās a knowing smirk on your face as the back of your needs bump against the mattress. paulās eyes follow your hands as they reach for the hem of your shirt, his mood rapidly increasing just from watching you.
āgladly,ā he growls, already right behind you to scoop you up. he plops you down onto the bed, and quickly crawls over your pliant body. paulās lips find yours again, this time with more fervor, as heās ready to worship and lather you with affection *all night long.*
ā³ this is kinda ooc for jacob, but he was all over bella when she was in a relationship w edward so.. also so sorry this took so long @straows šš i hope u enjoy! <3
ā” likes and reblogs are appreciated !!
