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Pups and Tykes

Chapter 21

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to purpleranger for betaing.

I am glad I took a small break from pups and tykes. It gave me enough time to stand back and look at how I wanted the wolves to be affected by Max and what he did.

Last chapter I did Sam. Sam was fun to do because he is just so full of guilt and angst. He was the leader and when leaders fail their people the guilt they feel is great.

This chapter I am doing a Paul P.O.V. Why Paul? Well Paul has always been rough around the edges. I wanted to show some wolves were affected by Max in different ways. I wanted to show how some wolves embrace their dark instincts in their own way.

I admit this chapter turned out better then I expected. When I first began typing I only planed for it to be eight pages at most. But once I started it took over and I realized this was a good way to show that some suffering does not appear on the outside, but exists deep down.

This chapter seems to be a nice angst free chapter, but as you keep reading you realize it is a light chapter, but with some dark undertones.

Warning this chapter is a lemon!

I did not originally plan to make this a lemon but in order to show how Paul is affected by Maxs influence I had to do it. It just seemed the right thing to do.

Now if you don’t like lemons, don’t read. Please also keep in mind this is my first lemon so if it is lame, sorry.

Paul P.O.V

I ran through the woods. My prey was ahead of me. I could hear its frantic heart beat; I could smell its fear in the air. Fear. A sweet aphrodisiac.

My feet pounded onto the ground, my heart was beating with excitement from the thrill of the chase. If I wanted I could catch the damn thing in an instant. But I was playing with it. I wanted to make this last as long as I could.

I wish I was hunting a vampire. That would be real sport something fast, something strong, something dangerous. This deer I’m chasing after is as much fun as a snail.

Soon I tired of lolly gagging with it and I pounced on it. It whined in fear, a rush of pleasure shot through me. With my paw on its neck I could feel the blood pulsing through its body. I could hear its heart beating.

My mouth watered, my nose burned with the smell of adrenaline and fear. I opened my jaws and clamped them around its neck. As soon as my teeth sunk in I felt them go through meat and bone. Acting quickly I snapped its neck, saving it from pain.

Blood began to gush in my mouth. I went to work. First I used my claws, sharp enough to cut vampire flesh, to tear bits of meet and skin of the deer. Within minutes what had once been a healthy deer was nothing but bones, spilled blood and bits and parts I did not like.

I howled into the air, pride and delight over the successful kill. A chorus of howls answered me a pack, a normal, natural wolf pack. Not a group of shape-shifters. They answered my call.

I had come across them a few times while me and Rachel stayed out here. They left us alone, stayed far away from the cabin. Lots of animals did. As soon as we settled in I patrolled the area, making sure there was nothing to harm Rachel.

I began to mark my territory. Pissing and shitting to let the wolves, the bears, anything and everything there was a bigger, badder meat eater around. I couldn’t help it, what ever that fucker Max did brought my wolf out stronger then ever before.

As I heard the wolves howl I thought of my pack. They were hunting now. I could hear them. They to were affected by their new instincts like me. I watched as they hunted deer, felt their excitement and thrill as they chased it. Felt them share the meat and skin.

I felt them love the hunt, at the same time I felt their revulsion at what they did. It was the same for all of us. We reveled in our new primal instincts but at the same time loathed what we had become.

Sam was phased tonight. I was happy to see he had finally come out of his rut. He was finally opening up and getting out.

“Thank Leah,” he said.

“Glad someone gave you a good kick in the ass,” I said.

“How are you and Rachel?” he asked.

“Good enjoying the peace and quiet. Jake still in a coma?” I asked.

“Yeah. We are keeping him at Billy’s. Carlisle comes and checks on him every day, Nessie never leaves his side. She cleans the house, takes care of Jake. Emily and some of the others like to help out to.”

“How is Billy?”

“Good, still recovering. He is desperate to get back though. The elders keep him updated.”

“Rach talks to him every day. She feels bad she isn’t there right now.”

“Everything is fine. Take your vacation, you earned it,” he said.

“I will. Any news about the nexus or those brothers three?” I asked.

“No, Carlisle has been asking around his old friends, no one has ever heard of them. He is still poking around, the only ones who might know are the Volturi and he doesn’t want them involved. Alice has been trying to use her power to find them.”

“And?” I asked.

“Nothing. She gets a big nothing. She thinks they might be shifters or something. She says it’s like what she gets from Nessie or us.”

“So they could be shifters?”

“Or half breeds…or.”

“Werewolves!” I snarled. I picked the word from his head.

“Possibly, those are the only three who don’t hit her radar.”

“Like we need more fucking werewolves coming around and mucking things up,” I said.

“We don’t know for sure if they are werewolves. It is just a theory.”

“I hope to god its not werewolves.”

“Me too.”

The wolves began to play. Playfully nipping at each others necks and chasing each other.

“I am glad they are healing; still have a long way to go. Having such a large pack is hard. Especially with there being two different sets of ideals on how things work.”

“Makes me glad I’m out here all by myself,” I said.

“Lucky you,” Sam muttered.

I began to trot back to the cabin. We were very close to the Canadian border. This was an old cabin the blacks would come to every summer for family bonding time. They stopped coming after Sarah died.

I arrived back and found the lights still on. “Got to go, Rachel is waiting for me,” I said.

“Have fun,” he said.

I phased back. Even his thoughts had a sense of humor and a joking innuendo to it. I walked to the cabin naked. I wasn’t worried. We were deep in the woods, and it was night time. I would hear and smell someone long before they got a peak at me.

The night was cold. I wouldn’t be surprised if it snowed tonight. I had already cut us enough wood to last us for our stay here. I smelled the smoke from the chimney.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. Rachel sat on the couch with a blanket covering her legs. She was reading a book. She glanced at me as I walked in, then her eyes quickly snapped to the book she was reading.

I grinned. She had seen me naked plenty of times since we got together. It was no secret we were fucking like rabbits. It pissed Jake off royally when I imprinted on her. We may get on each others nerves but I still hope he recovers quickly.

Rachel didn’t say anything about me being naked. It was one of the new things I picked up. Instead of running around half naked I liked to go naked all the time. I put on sweats, or jeans for Rachel’s sake. But I never wore underwear. If I did I wore nothing else.

Every one was like that. Something about clothes was to constraining. Being nude didn’t bother me any more. A part of me loved to strip down and be naked. I didn’t care if anyone saw me or not. Some of the others were like that; others liked to be naked but preferred not to be seen. Why some were like that and others weren’t we didn’t know.

Howling filled the air. I tilted my ears to where it was coming from. The wolves were calling to me, sending out an invitation. They weren’t my real pack, but I had gone hunting with them before.

I didn’t speak with them with thoughts, but I knew what every body movement, what every growl and bark and howl meant. It was instinctual. My wolf understood the language as if they spoke English.

I stepped back outside and howled. Letting them know I was taking tonight off. They had been good companions. A good substitute for my brothers in La Push and I would miss them when me and Rachel would go back.

They had been leery of me the first few days. Then we had stumbled on one another when we were hunting. The alpha came up to me and we sniffed each other. I thought we were going to fight over the kill but then he lowered his head.

He wasn’t giving up his pack, but he was acknowledging I was dominant to him. After that I would go hunting with them every night. But not tonight, tonight I had other things in mind.

I went back inside and walked over to Rachel. I kneeled by her and put my head on her lap. She giggled and ran her hands through my hair. I loved it when she touched me whether it was a kiss or a simple brush of skin. It was like being touched by electricity.

I began to rub my cheek against her legs. She laughed. “My you are affectionate tonight,” she said.

“Only for you baby,” I said.

“How are they doing in La Push?” she asked.

“Better, Sam finally snapped out of his funk. He’s the beta now.”

“That’s great! Emily has been so worried about him,” Rachel said. “I talked to dad, he is going stir crazy. I’m glad they’ll release him in time for thanksgiving.”

“Mmmm.” I purred. I inhaled her scent, burying my face in her belly.

“Paul?” she asked.

I heard her heart beat increase, I smelled her arousal. I stood up and went into our room. I turned around and saw Rachel watching my ass as I walked away. I smirked and added a little extra swagger to my step.

I went into our bedroom and got the bear skin rug I had made. A little something I got hunting one night. It kept me busy. I hated being inside all the time. If I wasn’t out cutting wood or working on the cabin I was out hunting food for me and Rach.

I found a bear with a nice coat and decided to make something nice for Rachel. I walked back out and I was happy to see the surprised look on her face. “Paul what’s that?” she asked.

“This beauty is a little something I made for you,” I said. I laid it down on the floor right next to the fire place.

I grabbed some pillows off the couch and placed them on the bear skin. I laid down on the rug. I sat my head down on the pillows and stretched out. Rachel watched me, her arousal was heavy in the air, and her eyes followed every movement I made.

I gave her a cocky grin. I crossed my legs and watched as her eyes focused on my lower half. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Checking out the carpet, making sure it’s comfy,” I said

“Don’t you find it disturbing your getting comfy on the dead skin of an animal?” she asked.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when I got you that deer meat,” I said.

“That was different; I was eating that, not using it as a house decoration.”

“Come on baby, try it out, please,” I begged. I got up and on my hands and knees I crawled over to her. I gave her a look that made her flush. When I got to her I put my hands on either side of her hips. I pressed myself against her so my chest was pressed against her. “Pretty please.”

She gulped, I watched as a bead of sweat dripped down the side of her head. I fought the urge to lick it off. “Okay,” she said.

I grinned. I grabbed her book and tossed it to the side. I took her blanket off her and tossed it to the side. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the rug and laid her down on it. The fire glowed in her eyes, the glow of it made her skin shine.

With strong confident fingers I unbuttoned her shirt. I slipped a hand inside and found she was not wearing a bra. I began to massage her breast; she closed her head back and moaned.

I kissed her then and took her shirt off. I moved down so I could kiss and lick her breasts. I moved town trailing kisses down her chest past her belly. I took her pants off and found her wet and ready for me already.

I wanted to take my time and sample her, to taste her in my mouth but she was impatient tonight. “Please Paul, please,” she begged.

I liked that. I liked how she begged, liked how she was submissive to me. I grabbed my self and pumped my fist up and down. I was already hard, but I loved watching her eyes follow my hand. I wanted to tease, her, wanted to show her I was in control, not her.

I moved forward and rubbed myself against her opening. The moment our skin touched it was like electricity flowed between us. I closed my eyes and growled in pleasure. Her body tensed, waiting.

“Paul please,” she begged.

“Please what?” I said.

“You bastard you know what!” she practically screamed.

I looked at her and stopped rubbing myself at her opening. I did not like her raising her voice to me. She was my mate; she does not raise her voice to me. I growled lowly at her, letting her know I was the dominant one.

“God Paul please!”

Her body was tense now. Not in just pleasure but fear. Fear, like the prey feels when the hunter chases it. Sex and violence are so different yet so similar. They both give pleasure and satisfaction.

I loved her fear. I loved how she acknowledged me as her dominant, how her body ached with need, how a single glare from me showed her that this was not before where I catered to her every need and want.

But I didn’t want her to fear me to the point where she was afraid of me all the time. I just needed to show her I was in charge, not her. I moved the head of my prick over her opening in circles. Then in one single thrust I entered her.

I moved all the way in until I was to the hilt until my balls slapped against her unable to go further. I was so long I was hitting her cervix.

I watched in dark satisfaction as pain and pleasure danced on her face. I held her tight as her body began to shake. I squeezed her close to me, loving how her body jumped and jerked like she was having a seizure.

Her walls clamped on my cock, trying to milk it for its seed. I knew my grip on her was boarding pain. Since my new instincts kicked in the sex had become a lot rougher then what it used to be.

In the old days I treated her like glass. Every thrust was slow, every caress gentle. Now the thrusts were hard and the caresses bruising I tried to hold back, I tried to be gentle, but the need to dominate, the need to control her in sex was to over whelming.

Rachel enjoyed the rough sex. She said the only good thing to come from my new instincts was my new sex drive and how rough I would get.

“Please stop,” she hissed using the safe word.

We quickly learned I needed to be told when to stop. There were times when the next morning there would be bruises on her body. A sick twisted part of me loved those bruises. Thought it was a sign of possession. A sign to others she was my mate, I fucked her so hard and good it left a mark on her.

Please stop was to let me know I was being to rough. That the pleasure was turning into pain and not in a good way. The safe word had been one of Rachel’s friend’s ideas. Rachel’s friend was a sex therapist; Rachel went to her, thinking she would know what to do.

She suggested we use a safe word. Please stop was Rachel’s. I didn’t have one. Rachel was incapable of hurting me in any way. She would be on top but she was always the submissive one.

I was always in control. My wolf would not allow me to play bitch, even for my mate. I lessoned my grip on her. She was breathing hard, catching her breath. I moved a lock of hair from her face and kissed her for head.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Its okay, go easy, work me into the heavy stuff first,” she said.

“A part of me wants nothing more then to ravage you, to make you scream. It wants to keep you here for the rest of our days, providing for you, protecting for you, caring for you, fucking you. It wants to keep you all to itself, away from your friends, away from your family, away from the world.”

I began to slowly thrust in and out of her. Her hands moved down to cup my ass.

“It wants to work all day, hunt us food, feed you, fuck you senseless and watch you grow plump with our children. It’s in me Rachel. But the funny thing is it’s always been a part of me. This darkness, even before I became a wolf.”

I lowered my face to her shoulders. I gently clamped my mouth on the junction of her neck and shoulder. I felt her sweet flesh in my mouth. I pressed until I knew there would be a perfect imprint of my teeth.

It was a new ritual for us. Every time we had sex I had to bite her. Not enough to draw blood, just enough to leave marks that would fade though a part of me wanted to leave a permanent mark.

When I was done I moved to her ear. “I have always been violent, dangerous, and crazy!” I began to thrust harder. My dick gently hit her cervix causing her to arch her back in pleasure. I felt her nails bite into my ass.

“Then I met you and you did the one thing no one could, you tamed my beast, you cooled the raging fire in me baby. But now the beast is loose, it’s more in control of me then ever and even you can’t tame it this time.”

I began to pound into her without mercy. She groaned and moaned in pleasure.

“I should leave you, I should force you away. I should hurt you so bad you never want to see me again. So you can be safe from me, so I can never mark this perfect flesh with my evil again. But I am a selfish bastard. Not because of the wolf but because I am a man, your man. I will never let you go Rachel Black. I will never give you up, even if it means you will be safe from me because the thought of loosing you makes me crazy! I want us to never leave here so I can have you all to myself, so I can take care of you, so I can have lots of children with you. But I also want you happy and keeping you away from civilization would make you miserable and I love you to much to make you my slave.”

I was slamming into her with such force the sound of our skin slapping against each other filled the room. Sweat flew from my hair and chest and mixed with hers. The cabin was filled with the sounds of our love making.

“But you are my slave aren’t you? You belong to me and me alone. No matter how angry you get, no matter how much you hate me you will never leave me will you?”

“No, I love you Paul,” she said.

“That’s right baby, that’s right, shit you’re so fucking wet right now, so fucking tight! You will never give me up will you?”

“No, I need you, I love you!”

“Why? Tell me why you love me,” I said.

“I love you because I know you will never cheat on me, I know I could be old and wrinkly and you will never stop loving me, I know you will do every thing in your power to protect me, I know you will mean more to me then any friend I have ever had, I know I can trust you with my heart, my soul, my body. They’re yours Paul, all yours!”

“I know they are!” I growled. “Your mine! I will never let you go! I love you and my love is bondage! You will never be rid of me!”

I was so close now. So was she, I knew by instinct now when she was going to cum. She leaned up and kissed me hard and deep. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “That’s okay, because I own you to.”

We both came then. As soon as she did her head shot forward and she dug her teeth into my shoulder. The world exploded into white. When I came down Rachel was lying beneath me. She was covered in sweat; it glistened in the fire light. Her face was red and flushed.

I leaned down and kissed her. “Yes, you do,” I said.

It was true. We were both master and slave to one another. The imprint had been tainted by Max. My wolf and human self were supposed to be in harmony. But Max fucked every thing up.

Humans and animals were not supposed to mix. But we shifters walked that fine line between animal and human. Wolves don’t feel malicious thoughts or negative feelings. They don’t imagine doing the things to their mates I imagined doing to Rachel

They didn’t need their mates to tell them to stop because they were hurting them during sex. Wolves only hurt one another to assert dominance, or to fight for the head position.

They don’t fight over money, or material things. In a way I envied them. They may not feel emotions like us but they don’t have to feel this darkness like I do.

Humans feel this shit. My humanity was mixing with my wolf but not in a good way. My humanity was stepping over the line that separated it and my wolf. It was running around the wolf’s turf and pissing all over the place. All thanks to Max

A wet drop fell and hit Rachel on the face. At first I thought it was a sweat drop until I realized my eyes had blurred. I was crying.

Rachel cupped my cheek with her hand. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. I meant every word Rach. I know I’m fucked up now; I probably will be for the rest of my life. You deserve someone who can treat you like the queen you are, someone who can be normal for you and give you a real life. But I can’t let you go, I don’t want to. I’m a bastard Rachel, I’m sorry.”

“Who says I want to go Paul? I love you; I won’t leave you even if you try to drive me away I will always stay with you. I would love to stay here with you away from the world in our own happy place, away from legends and myths, where we can start our own family. But I can’t just leave my life behind, no matter how good the idea sounds.”

“Were really a messed up couple huh?” I asked.

“Only a little,” she smiled.

I had grown soft inside of her and pulled out. I shivered in pleasure. My prick was very sensitive right now. She shivered to. When I pulled out I fell to the side. I cradled her in my arms.

With me she didn’t need a blanket. I would keep her warm all night. She fell asleep in my arms and I thanked the spirit Q'wati for giving me Rachel.

I also cursed Max. Hoping he was suffering for hurting me and my tribe. For leaving his dark taint on us, for hurting us from beyond the grave.

I watched as she slept. I felt no need to dominate, no dark desire to make her submit. I was only a man wanting to watch her woman as she sleeps and hoping that he doesn’t lose her, ever.

Fusedtwilight: Next chapter will be a real doozy. Next chap will have Seth/Tony. We will see how they have been since Max. Please review.
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