God, I hate wolves. The were and the shifter kind. I hate how utterly beautiful they are no matter what form they take. Assholes.
When the silver wolf slid to a stop in front of me, I instinctively knew it was Paul. I always thought Derek's midnight black wolf was beautiful... but Paul's silver one was on an entirely different level.
His eyes were scrutinizing me as much as I was him. When his eyes made it to my face, he let out a quiet whimper.
He moved slowly as he approached, probably not wanting to scare me. I honestly didn't think it would be possible for him to scare me- ever. I felt undeniably safe in his presence. That was something that surprised me... I've only ever felt that way around pack.
He finally got close enough to touch me, pausing before he nudged my hand with his nose. His huge, dark brown eyes were asking if I was alright.
My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they reacted instantly, carding through his soft, silvery fur. The action started a deep rumbling sound in the wolf's chest.
"I really hate how beautiful you are," I grumbled. But I couldn't help but smile a little at his purring. Like a big cat. A very big cat. I snickered at the thought.
Paul pulled away at the sound, sitting back on haunches and cocking his head at me. The action only made me giggle more, which caused his tail to start thumping against the forest floor. His massive tongue flopped out of his mouth and he started pacing with excitement. He's like a king sized puppy.
His eyes turned mischievous as he slowly backed away from me, front legs spread low to the ground.
"Oh no... don't you even thi-," I didn't get to finish the sentence before he was barreling towards me.
Somehow the massive wolf pummelled me to the ground without causing any sort of discomfort, for which I was grateful. By this point I was once again laughing like an idiot, body shaking with it as the wolf's heavy body kept me pressed against the forest floor.
"I'm having déjà vu here," I chuckled, thinking of only twenty minutes earlier when he also had my body pinned to the ground with his.
Suddenly a hot, wet tongue was dragging itself across my face with precision. I realized that he was lapping up my remaining tears, and my eyes slid shut as I let him.
My mind wandered again, over thinking and racing with confusion. Why does this guy effect me so much? I've never, ever experienced anything like this before... not even with Derek. With Paul... I just wanted to give in to all of it. All of the want, the desire, the need. The guy even smells like heaven, and that's without a werewolf nose. Never mind that he's almost always shirtless and running around like a giant wolf. Did he even have time to shower? How does he smell so good to me? Why do I feel so damn safe around him? Why does he feel like pack?
I already know why he makes my heart race and stomach flip. He's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. So at least that's explainable. But what about the rest?
I'm literally letting him lick me right now, without a care in the world about it. What in the actual fuck?
Not to mention that I just had a massive blowout with the one guy I've been crazy about for half of my life. The alpha of my pack. My best friend. My favourite person in the world. Why isn't that what's consuming my mind right now? Why is it Paul I'm thinking about again after all that?
I shook myself from my own mind to find the wolf staring down at me quietly. When had I stopped laughing? When had he stopped licking me?
Paul let out a low whine, shifting his weight and tilting his head as if to ask 'what are you thinking?'.
"It's a long list, I'm not sure you could keep up," I answered, still laying in the moss and the dirt beneath him. The water from the absorbent plant was seeping through my clothes, but I barely noticed because of the heat Paul's body was throwing off.
In answer the wolf raised an eyebrow, or that's what it looked like anyway. As if to say, 'try me'.
I puffed out my cheeks before nodding my head. I put my arms behind my head, getting comfortable and biting my lip.
"Alright... well I guess I'm just trying to piece together why you effect me the way you do. I mean- I know why I get butterflies and the nerves... you're sexy. That answer is easy," here he snorted, but I ignored him and continued. "It's the rest I don't understand. The fact that you make me feel safe, that you feel like pack. The fact that you smell so damn good. The fact that laughing and smiling comes so easy around you... which I mean, I've never had a problem with that before... but it feels different. I've never wanted to kiss a complete stranger so much in my entire life. Or what about when we first met and you took off- why the hell was I so worried about you? Why do I want to be around you all the time? Or how about the fact that I just had a huge fight with the guy I thought I was in love with and that's not even what I'm thinking about- it's you." He growled at the 'love' part, his eyes growing dangerous. Apparently he didn't like that much.
"Well?" I questioned him, again ignoring his reaction to my words. "You got any answers for me big guy?"
He just looked at me wordlessly for a moment, his eyes once again searching mine. For what, I don't know. He nodded his head once before climbing off of me, backing up until he was a few feet away... and then he began to phase. His perfect, naked body was on full display a minute later- and I couldn't help but stare.
His bare torso I had already had several opportunities to scrutinize, so I only gave that a moment of my time. My eyes moved to the flawless v shape of his lower abdomen, the sprinkling of dark brown hair which led to what I could only describe as the most perfect dick I've ever seen. Next his muscular thighs came into view, and they looked like they could crush a brick to dust between them. The spectacular calves he sported I had also already seen, but what's a few more seconds of staring anyway?
"You think I'm sexy?" That deep, husky voice of his asked, and I could literally hear the smirk as I coughed awkwardly and averted my eyes. Embarrassment was painting my cheeks red, but I couldn't find it in myself to regret the decision. I heard the shuffling of fabric as he pulled his cut offs over those big, strong thighs... lord I need to get ahold of myself.
"You want to kiss me?" He asked, but this time his voice was in my ear and I could feel his body heat against me. I shivered involuntarily, blood beginning to rush down to a certain area at the tone in his voice. Imagining the perfect body I just got a view of wasn't helping my situation either.
His breath was trickling down the back of my neck as he snaked his arms around my waist, moving them down ever so slowly as he leaned his body up against my back...
"No no no no no," I gasped, jumping from his arms and taking several deep, steadying breaths. "You're avoiding the question," I said, pointing at him accusingly. I couldn't quite meet his gaze yet though.
"Why can't you look at me?" He wondered, again avoiding the question and moving closer. "Is it because you're worried you might just give in?" Right you are sir.
His voice was getting closer, and so was my view of those powerful legs. I slowly backed away- and inevitably up against a tree. Just my luck.
The wolf approached, getting closer by the second and making me gulp nervously. Suddenly his hand was on my chin, gently forcing me to look at him.
I was met with those chocolate brown eyes, darkened with a lust I had never experienced before. I licked my lips and watched his eyes follow the action hungrily. Do I effect him the same way he effects me? I found that hard to believe. But there was no other explanation for the way he is looking at me now. Like he's never wanted something so much in his life. It was downright thrilling.
I decided to take advantage of the fact, slowly biting down on my bottom lip and watching his famished reaction. I smirked.
"See... I think I effect you... just as much as you effect me," I murmured, looking up at him through my lashes innocently.
I reached forward, allowing my hand to run down his bare chest seductively before hooking a finger in the waistband of his jeans and tugging his body a little closer. He let out a low growl and licked his lips.
"Oh yeah?" He grunted, his voice coming out sounding unfocused while his eyes had yet to leave my lips.
"Mhmm," I smirked, grinding against him and earning a low moan before slipping out of his grasp and leaning against another tree casually. "But we have some things to talk about first." I pointed out, grinning at the low growl he sent in my direction. There was no heat behind it. At least... no angry heat.
"I think the... talking... can wait," he objected, a predatory smile on his face as he stalked his prey. And by prey, I mean little old me.
"Ah ah ah," I scolded, shaking my head and finger at him. "Bad wolf!"
"Oh, I'll show you a bad wolf," he taunted, continuing his advances.
"This is turning into a bad porno," I chuckled.
There was a blast of air and the wolf was suddenly only an inch away from my face. His eyes were alight with mischief as he slowly moved forward. I could feel his lips on mine as he whispered, "Not yet it's not."
"Oh god," I groaned, my knees nearly buckling at the implication and the feel of his lips ghosting across my own. Then his nose was against my neck, snuffling and taking deep inhales of my scent. I wonder what I smell like to him. Do I smell just as good?
I took the opportunity to take a whiff of him at the same time... and a moan escaped my mouth. He's absolutely mouthwatering. This close... his scent was intoxicating. It clouded my mind and invaded every fibre of my being. My hands shot forward instantly, tangling in his soft, dark hair and tugging lightly at the strands. Paul let out a low, possessive growl before bringing his arms around me and pulling me closer. Everywhere his warm body touched mine was zinging with electricity and fireworks were going off in my brain. And all he's doing is holding and scenting me for Pete's sake. I mean seriously Stiles? Get it together!
"Paul... okay. Paul... just, just give me a minute," I panted, trying to untangle myself and get a little distance.
When I met his eyes, Paul only looked half human. Something I didn't think was possible for the shifters. Oh boy.
"Okay... Paul... deep breaths babe... deep breaths," I said calmly. I focused on slowing my own heart beat and breathing. I knew from experience that if the wolves had a steady sound to focus on, it would help with control. Mind you, my heart beats slightly faster than normal... or so I'm told. But it seemed to be working as his eyes were glued to my chest, trying to follow my lead. His breathing finally slowed and his deep brown eyes looked up at me uncertainly.
"There's something I should probably tell you," he breathed.