Ten Bucks On Her
Pairing : Paul Lahote x Reader
Female Wolf!Reader / Jacob Black's sister / Imprint Bond / Protective behaviour / Romance / Smut
MASTERLIST
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You were fire before the shift. Stubborn, sharp-tongued, too fast to speak and too quick to fight. And when the Change came, it only set you ablaze.
Most of the pack called you intimidating. Jared once said you reminded him of Leah, only scarier — and with more teeth. Embry had laughed and nodded. Sam didn’t comment.
Paul ? Paul smiled.
The only one who didn’t flinch at your anger. The only one who didn’t try to cage your heat.
And that made sense — because he was yours.
The imprint hit both of you like a slap, fast and jarring and impossible to ignore. One second you were arguing, voices raised in the forest, and the next you couldn’t breathe. You could feel him — his pulse like a drum in your chest, his scent threading into your every sense. Paul Lahote. Abrasive, impulsive, always two seconds away from exploding. Your match. Your other half. Your peace in the chaos — and your chaos in the peace.
Only he could calm you.
Only you could calm him.
So when Bella Swan stormed into the yard that afternoon like a hurricane — fury in her eyes and storm clouds written in every line of her face — you already felt your hackles raise.
You were standing near the trees beside Paul, arms crossed. Jared was poking at Embry. Sam stood silent and tense as always. Paul’s presence beside you was calm, grounding — like the eye of a storm.
Then came her voice.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM ?!”
Bella’s voice cracked through the air like a whip. You watched her stalk across the yard like a woman possessed, wild with confusion, anger, desperation — a cocktail of emotions that set every nerve in your body on alert. That's when she shoved Sam directly in the chest.
Paul shifted beside you, just barely. His jaw tensed. You could sense the flicker of heat beneath his skin. Sam could sense it too
"Hey, easy !" He warned.
“He didn't want this !”
You nearly rolled your eyes. Because you wanted this ?
You couldn’t help but glance at Paul, who was ready to snap at any given moment.
“But we do." He bit out, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. "What did he do ? What did he tell you ?”
Bella’s eyes scanned the group and locked on Paul, her face tightening. "Nothing ! He told me nothing, because he's scared of you !"
Jared and Paul burst into laughter. You couldn't help but smirk at the very idea of your brother being scared of anyone. Then Bella raised her hand. The slap landed with a sharp crack that echoed across the yard. Paul’s head barely turned from the impact, but your heart stopped.
Silence.
Paul inhaled slowly, still controlled. Still calm. Still holding back the burn under his skin because he knew one wrong breath could set him off.
But he didn’t need to shift.
Because you did.
It was instant — reflexive, primal. You didn't hear Jared saying it was too late for Bella. You didn't register Sam yelling at her to get back. You didn’t even process anything. The surge of heat roared up your spine, and then it was like your body exploded from the inside out. Bones snapped, muscles tore, the scream caught in your throat never made it out. One second you were standing beside Paul, and the next, the world tilted, twisted, and turned into instinct.
You shifted.
The grass tore beneath your weight as your wolf form burst forward in a blur of brown and muscle, claws scraping the dirt, a deep growl vibrating your ribs.
Bella screamed.
From inside the house, the door banged open.
“BELLA !”
Jacob’s voice, hoarse and horrified.
He ran into the yard just as you bounded toward her — not because she was annoying, but because she had touched your imprint. No one touched what was yours. No one hurt Paul.
Not even Jacob’s precious little human.
Jacob threw himself in front of her, arms wide. “Don’t!”
Your snarl deepened. A warning.
Your paws dug into the dirt, muscles taut and shaking with fury. You didn’t want to hurt him — but the sound of her hand against your mate's jaw was too fresh in your head. You couldn’t think. You could only protect.
Paul moved beside you — a streak of fur, fast and silent. His wolf form stood at your side in seconds, shoulder brushing yours, not growling, not stopping — just there. His eyes were on Jacob, his stance firm.
She’s mine, you growled through the link.
I know, Paul replied, his mind brushing yours with the same heat he always carried. I’ve got your back.
Jacob stepped forward, eyes wide and furious. “Back off, both of you!”
And that was it.
You lunged.
Jacob met you mid-air with a snarl of his own. The two of you crashed together like a natural disaster — claws, fur, snarls, fury. You tore into his shoulder. He knocked you into a tree. Paul leapt into the fray, snapping at Jacob’s flank, never turning on you — only shielding, protecting, pushing back.
The three of you were a whirlwind of snapping jaws and colliding bodies, tearing up the forest floor. The link crackled with static as Sam tried to reach you all.
Then his Alpha voice dropped like thunder.
ENOUGH.
The word burned through your skull. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order.
You froze, panting, blood rushing in your ears. Paul stopped beside you. Jacob stumbled back.
Shift, Sam commanded.
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The walk to Emily’s house was quiet. Tense. No one said a word as you pulled on the spare shirt Paul had handed you and slipped your arm through the sleeve. He stayed close, brushing against you with every step. You were still fuming. He was still seething.
But together, you were grounded.
While waiting for you all to return, Jared and Embry had already started eating muffins in the kitchen. Bella stood stiffly against the wall, pale as paper. Emily had offered her something warm to drink, and Bella’s hands had shaken as she wrapped them around the mug.
“They’ve been gone a while,” she murmured.
Embry smiled, stuffing the last bite of his muffin into his mouth.
“Bet it’s Jake who wins,” he muttered.
Jared raised an eyebrow. “Ten bucks says (Y/N) made him eat dirt.”
Embry snorted. “No way.”
They shook on it.
The door opened.
Sam walked in first, face like stone. Jacob followed behind, shirt torn, lip split, bruises already fading. Paul came next — smirking, calm, his steps loose and easy.
And then there was you.
Not a scratch on you. Not a bruise, not a smear of dirt. You were clean, composed — and you were smiling.
Jared didn’t even wait. He held out his hand. Embry groaned and slapped a ten-dollar bill into his palm.
You laughed and high-fived Jared, then beelined for the muffins like nothing had happened.
Bella stared at you, silent. Wide-eyed.
Paul caught her gaze. “Sorry about that.”
Everyone turned to you.
Waiting.
You took a slow bite of muffin. Chewed. Swallowed. Then looked up, unbothered.
“I’m not gonna say sorry,” you said evenly. “Because I’m not.”
Bella’s jaw tightened.
You went on. “You slapped my mate. Maybe next time, think twice before putting your hands on people and sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
She opened her mouth to speak.
You raised your eyebrows. “And maybe, just maybe, one day you’ll stop treating my brother like he’s some backup plan.”
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Paul hid a smile behind his hand.
Sam closed his eyes.
Jacob muttered, “Damn…”
You shrugged, grabbed another muffin, and flopped into the chair beside Paul like nothing had happened.
Because it hadn’t been nothing.
It had been everything.
You had protected your own.
And you’d do it again.
Bella didn’t leave right away.
She lingered near the corner of the kitchen, eyes fixed on you as if she wanted to say something — maybe to defend herself, maybe to apologize.
You didn’t make it easy for her.
You stayed beside Paul, your body angled away, your posture calm but firm. You didn’t glare. You didn’t scowl. You simply made it clear she no longer had your attention.
But Bella couldn’t let it go.
“I didn’t mean to hurt him,” she said finally, her voice small.
Paul laughed a bit. As if she could hurt him.
You didn’t look at her. “Didn’t mean to slap him either?”
Silence again. She fidgeted. Paul leaned against the counter beside you, arms crossed, eyes on Bella — but it was your tension he felt more than hers.
“I was scared,” Bella said. “Everything’s so...”
“Confusing ?” You cut in, finally meeting her gaze. “Yeah. Welcome to our life.”
She didn’t reply.
After a beat, she stepped back, clutching her mug. “I should go.”
No one stopped her. But Jake followed her probably to comfort her.
The door closed quietly behind them, and the sound was followed by a long breath from Sam, as if the entire room had been holding itself still.
Emily gave you a look — not judgmental, not disapproving. Just... knowing. She’d been there before. You wondered what she had said, once upon a time, after Leah had shifted. You wondered if she had ever slapped Sam.
But your thoughts didn’t linger there long.
Because beside you, Paul’s hand found your thigh under the table, warm and grounding. His fingers curled gently, thumb brushing slow circles.
The pack resumed their conversations — something about the next patrol shift, and whether or not Embry owed Jared double next time.
~~~~~~~~~
That night, the forest was quiet.
The sky above La Push lay deep and thick with stars, the moon heavy and swollen behind drifting clouds. The surf crashed just below the cliffs near your house, steady and soothing, like a heartbeat outside your window.
Your room was dim — just a lamp flickering low — when Paul let himself in without knocking.
He never knocked.
He didn’t have to.
You were sitting cross-legged on your bed in nothing but a sleep shirt and boyshorts, half-reading, half-listening to the waves, when the door opened.
Your eyes flicked up. “Took you long enough.”
Paul stepped inside, bare-chested, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips. His skin still smelled like pine and adrenaline. His eyes dragged slowly across your body, hungry and heated.
“You threatening Swan turned me on,” he said casually, voice low and rough.
You snorted, flipping a page. “Not surprised. You get turned on when I yell at anyone.”
He shrugged, crossing the room in a few steps. “Yeah, but when you’re in full feral-protective-wolfmate mode?” He leaned down, one hand braced on either side of you, crowding your space. “That’s a different kind of hot.”
Your book lowered an inch. His face was so close now — his breath brushing your lips. His gaze burned.
“You weren’t half-bad yourself,” you said, voice quiet but laced with amusement. “Didn’t even hesitate.”
He dipped his head, lips barely grazing your jaw. “I never do. Not when it comes to you.”
The room thickened with heat. His hand slid down, fingers brushing the top of your thigh, slow and lazy, deliberately light.
“You’re still mad,” he murmured, voice dark.
“Always am.”
He smiled. “You want to let off some steam ?”
You leaned back slightly, just enough to make him chase the space. “That depends.”
“On what ?”
Your eyes flicked down to his lips. Then back up. “On whether you can actually keep up with me this time.”
His eyes sparked — challenge accepted.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he growled, “I’m not the one who tapped out last week.”
You scoffed. “I was distracted.”
“Yeah? Still distracted ?”
You grinned, slow and wicked. “Not anymore.”
His mouth was on you before you could make another smartass comment.
Rough lips. Hot breath. The unmistakable burn of Paul’s body against yours.
He kissed like he shifted — wild, overwhelming, dominant — all teeth and tongue and no hesitation. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wide as he climbed onto the bed, covering your body with his. The mattress dipped under his weight, caging you in.
And God, you loved it.
You moaned into his mouth as he ground down, the hard bulge of him pressing against your center through the thin fabric of your panties and his sweats. You arched into him instinctively, your body already humming with the familiar pull — like your bones remembered what it was like to be filled by him.
“You gonna talk shit again ?” Paul rasped into your throat, nipping just under your jaw, “or are you gonna let me remind you who you belong to ?”
You gasped as his teeth scraped your pulse point.
“Who says I forgot ?” you whispered, voice breathy.
He growled — low, animal — and suddenly yanked your panties down your legs and off in one swift, aggressive motion. He threw them somewhere across the room. You didn’t care. You were already wet, and he knew it.
One hand slipped between your legs, fingers gliding through your slick folds. He hummed in approval as he circled your clit with the perfect pressure — slow, confident, possessive.
“I can smell how bad you want me,” he murmured against your collarbone, dragging his tongue along your skin. “Don’t act like you’re not soaked just from fighting next to me.”
You moaned, shivering under his touch.
His fingers slipped lower, one pushing inside you with ease. Then two. Curling deep, slow and rough, fucking you with his hand like he knew your body better than you did.
And maybe he did.
“Paul,” you panted, nails digging into his shoulder. “Stop teasing.”
“You first,” he growled, biting your ear. “Say it.”
You knew what he wanted.
“Yours,” you whispered, hips grinding into his hand. “I’m yours, Paul.”
His eyes flashed — wolf, gold and burning.
He kissed you again, more desperate this time, groaning into your mouth as he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss — but then he was pushing his sweatpants down and there was no more patience.
He lined himself up, head dragging against your soaked entrance, teasing just for a breath—
And then he thrust in, hard and deep.
You cried out, back arching off the bed as he filled you in one stroke. No one else could ever fit like he did — no one else could ever feel like this. Like being split open and worshipped at the same time.
Paul pressed his forehead to yours, eyes locked on yours as he started to move.
“Mine,” he gritted, every thrust heavy, relentless. “Say it again.”
You clung to him, legs wrapped tight around his waist. “Yours,” you moaned. “Yours, Paul, fuck—”
He fucked you like he was claiming territory. Like the fight earlier hadn’t been enough. Like the only way to prove how much he needed you was to bury himself inside you, again and again, until you forgot your own name.
The bed creaked. Your breath broke. The whole world narrowed to the sound of skin on skin, his name on your tongue, the way his fingers tangled in your hair as he drove into you harder.
You lost yourself.
Your orgasm slammed into you without warning — legs shaking, body trembling around him, nails dragging across his back. You bit his shoulder as you came, and it only spurred him on.
“Fuck, baby—” he groaned, hips stuttering, thrusts turning messy. “So tight — fuck — I’m gonna—”
He buried himself deep and spilled inside you with a growl that sounded more beast than man, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
He stayed like that for a moment — chest heaving, face buried in your neck, your bodies locked together and pulsing with heat.
Then he finally exhaled, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “You always gonna shift for me like that ?”
You laughed, breathless, heart still pounding. “Only if someone’s dumb enough to slap you again.”
Paul grinned against your skin.
“I love you,” he murmured. “So fuckin’ much it hurts.”
You threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him closer.
“I know,” you whispered. “I feel it every time you touch me.”
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There it is, a little story for our fav angry boy ! Hope you enjoyed it :)
