Hello darlings :) My first ever Twilight fanfic! I'm not a big fan of Twilight but I love Paul. I hope you enjoy this! :) xxx

Images of the girl writhing about naked beneath him; her nails raking down his back; his name falling from her sweet lips, flitted through Paul's mind. He yearned to get back to her, to spend the rest of the day claiming her, but he couldn't. There was a Pack meeting to attend to.

Sam stormed through the back door of the small, three-bed roomed house he shared with Emily; his imprint. His eyes scanned the room and he nodded with satisfaction when he saw that everyone was present. He had called the meeting on the spur of the moment but it was important. Things had been going on for too long, unnoticed, and he had reached the end of his patience with his pack. It was time to put them in their place and remind them of how things worked in La Push.

"Sam, can we get this over and done with? I'm meeting Kim soon." Jared whined.

Quil rolled his eyes at his friend.

"You're so whipped."
"Hey! At least I have an imprint." Jared fired back. "When was the last time you got laid, huh, Quil?"

Grumbling, Quil quickly averted his gaze away from Jared and towards Sam; not wanting to see the smug look on his friend's face.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

The Pack laughed. They were used to the petty squabbles and banter. It hardly ever escalated and on the rare occasions that it did, the boys were usually friends ago within minutes.

"Will you all just shut the hell up?!" growled Sam menacingly; earning him a look of disapproval from Emily.

She knew that something had been bothering Sam for a while but he hadn't confided in her. She also knew that it had something to do with The Pack, hence the meeting, but Emily did not believe that any of the boys deserved such attitude from Sam.

"Why are we even here?" Embry called out; his mouth half-full with the freshly baked muffins Emily had made that morning.
"Embry, don't speak with your mouth full." Emily gently scolded.
"Sorry." Embry replied, spraying crumbs all over an annoyed looking Paul who brushed them off back in Embry's direction.

Rolling his eyes, Sam rubbed his temples and waited for silence.

"This meeting is important so you guys better shut up and listen otherwise it's double patrols for you all for a month!"

That caught their attention. Every single person fell quiet. No-one wanted to have to do double patrols and they knew Sam well enough to know his threat was real.

"Thank you. I called you here for a good reason. It's about Ellie."

At the mention of Sam's sister, every guy in the room sat bolt up and began to pay attention. Ellie was well loved by The Pack; always had been and always would be. They were just as protective over the young woman as Sam was.

"Is she okay?" Seth asked; worrying emanating from the young wolf's voice.
"Yeah, what's wrong with her?" Quil added.
"Come to think of it, I haven't seen her today. Have you?" Embry directed towards Jake.
"No."

His patience wearing thin, Sam shouted once more; his voice booming around the room and bouncing off the walls.

"Ellie is fine! This is about you ass-hats."
"Aw, c'mon, Sam. No need to be mean." Embry pouted.
"I want you guys to listen up. I'm only going to say this once. Stay. Away. From. Ellie."

Each word was accompanied with a glare. Sam was no fool. His sister had spent her teenage years in the company of The Pack and it had served to comfort Sam knowing that she was well-loved and well-protected by them all. However, he had not been blind to the lustful looks each member directed towards his younger sister, and he had not been deaf when they openly flirted and made suggestive comments. It was harmless fun, Ellie and the boys insisted. Nothing more to it. Sam had believed them.

The Pack mind meant that, when they phased, his wolves weren't able to keep secrets from him and although he had had to endure the mental images bombarded on him by the others, he had held back. Bit his tongue. Tried to remain calm. But thing were different now. Out of the other six wolves, only two had imprinted in the five years they'd been a Pack. This worried Sam. A lot. The others should have imprinted by now and with every day that went by, he was becoming more and more anxious. He didn't want any of the wolves imprinting on Ellie.

"Woah, what have we done?" Jake enquired.
"The flirting needs to stop. Ellie is off limits to you all. I catch any of you acting too friendly with her and I'll ban you from Emily's cooking."

A groan of disappointment filled the air as Quil, Embry, Seth, Paul and Jacob voiced their objections. Emily's food was more than a life-line to them all and they would greatly suffer if it were taken away from them.

"Are we clear?"
"Relax, Sam. We're just having some fun with her. You know we don't mean any harm." Paul finally piped up.

It was a well-known fact that from the moment Ellie Uley had turned fifteen she was desired by every boy in La Push. The Pack, all of who were older than her, except for Seth, had deemed themselves lucky enough to be the ones who got to hang around with her. Now that she was five years older and no longer a girl, but a young woman, their desire for her had increased further but they were all forbidden from being more than friends with her. Sam had said so and no-one dared disobey Sam.

Sam turned on Paul; staring at him menacingly. Out of all of the guys, Paul was the one Sam trusted the least. Paul volatile temper and reputation as a man-whore angered the man and he would not be at all surprised if he caught Paul trying to seduce his sister. Ellie deserved someone better than Paul. In fact, to Sam, Ellie deserved someone a whole lot better than she would ever find on the reservation.

"Shut it, Paul. I know what your idea of fun is and you will not be involving my sister in it."

Paul rolled his eyes but chose not to reply. If only Sam knew, Paul thought. Ellie loved his idea of fun.

"I'm giving you all fair warning. If any of you even think about imprinting on my sister, I'll kill you myself."

Sam was just about to dismiss the group when an after thought occurred to him.

"Especially you, Paul." Sam stated, glaring at Paul who did nothing except grin back at his Alpha.
"Don't worry, I'll be a good little wolf. Cross my heart… you know the rest."
"Paul!" Sam shouted, warning the young man.

Paul rolled his eyes and stood; sauntering off towards the back door.

"See you later!" yelled Paul as he exited the house.

Sam stood, fuming. Paul irritated him more than anyone else he had ever met. Telling the others they were free to go, Sam embraced Emily as he heard everyone leave with yelps of glee.

With her arms wrapped around Sam, Emily sighed and watched him intently as he stroked the scars that ran down the side of her face.

"You know, Sam, Ellie isn't a little girl anymore."
"She's still my sister."
"You know what the boys are like. They love. We all do. Just lay off them a little, okay?"
"Fine." sighed Sam, relenting. "I mean it though. If any of them imprint on her, I'll tear them limb from limb."

Paul spied her just as he left The Uley household. There she was. Walking towards him. His breath caught in his throat when a gust of wind blew her scent over to him and he felt his wolf begin to claw inside of him; begging him to claim her again; to take her right there and then.

Suppressing his wolf's longings, Paul ran to the young woman and was in front of her within seconds. She had seen him coming, of course, and had slowed her pace. She could feel herself getting warm just from the mere sight of him; his tanned skin made to look even darker against the white of his t-shirt; his ripped jeans; his short black hair; his muscles. Everything about him screamed sex to her.

"Hello, gorgeous."

Paul's eyes raked over the woman in front of him. Although she measured five foot, eight inches, tall for a woman, she was still smaller than all of the Quileute boys and Paul towered over her with his six foot, three inch frame. His gaze fell to her long chocolate brown locks; her side fringe framing her face and her hair falling to her breasts. Her eyes were a pale blue and her skin contained only a pale tan; both signs of her adoptive origins.

"Careful, wolf-boy. You don't want Sam to hear you."
"I'm not scared of Sam." Paul smirked.

Her scent was too much. He needed her. He couldn't have her.

Fingering the wolf charm bracelet she wore on her right wrist, Paul grinned widely.

"You like my gift?"
"It's okay." Ellie replied; keeping her face clear of emotion.

She loved Paul. With every fibre of her being she loved him, but she also loved watching him squirm.

"It's okay? That's all you have to say?"

Paul frowned. He had put a lot of time and effort into finding the right gift for his girl. She wouldn't allow him to mark her and their imprinted status being kept a secret from everyone, Paul had wanted the gift to be a symbol; a clear statement that she belonged to him. To have her stand before him and act like it was nothing hurt him.

Pull yourself together! Paul screamed silently. She's just a girl. Stopping getting so upset!

But she wasn't just a girl. She was Ellie Uley. The only girl he had ever loved. The girl he had loved before he imprinted on her and the girl he would now love for the rest of his life. She was his and he was hers.

"Yep." Ellie said.
"Fine." Paul ran his hands through his short hair; trying to look as if he wasn't bothered by her lack of enthusiasm and failing. "Really? That's it? No 'thank you, Paul'?"

Ellie laughed and lifted her hand to graze her fingers over Paul's lips. She stood on her tiptoes and moved in closer until her mouth was almost touching his.

"Thank you, Paul."
"Better. Don't be mean to me, woman."
"I'd never dream of it. Be a good boy and I'll show you how grateful I am later."

Paul watched her walk off towards the home she shared with Sam and Emily and sighed. Ellie was the perfect imprint and she was going to be the death of him.