Chapter 60 - Aftermath

𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄, Paul Lahote attempted to ignore the faint sounds that came from Sam's truck parked outside.

Sounds that would be inaudible to the normal person given the volume of the TV in the other room, if not for his enhanced senses and extraordinary nosiness.

The loud volume of the TV was his doing since it was only around an hour ago when he noticed Sam's truck pull in.

He and one of his fellow pack members had just arrived to chill around until it was time for them to head out for their turn guarding their land, yet after realizing no one was getting out he just had to listen in.

In all honestly, it was his curiosity that'd set in, which at first hearing his imprint being thoroughly fucked disturbed him, but then his ears just zeroed in on her sounds.

"This is fucking ridiculous." He groaned aloud talking to himself, whilst he stared into the bathroom mirror.

Feeling like he was an adolescent puberty-stricken teen again, especially as he glanced down at the large bulge in his dark grey thigh-length drawstring shorts, only kept at bay by his boxer briefs.

The thought of relieving the building tension came to the forefront of his mind, under the influence of the whines and whimpers quieting from outside the house.

However, he had to pay great mind to his fellow and lower pack member sitting in the other room, Embry Call, currently the only one who hadn't imprinted on Catherine.

Nonetheless, Paul felt he was doing more than a stand-up job distracting Embry from the sensual outside noises if the high-volume TV was an adequate attempt.

That being said, unbeknownst to the man currently hiding in the bathroom, outside stood the only other person in the back house.

"Hey Paul," Embry's voice echoed through the solid wooden door along with a few knocks, most of the house being made of solid thick material to lessen their over-enhanced hearing. "you coming outta there any time soon?"

At the sudden sound of Embry's knocks and voice, Paul nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned toward the door.

Not expecting his fellow pack member to suddenly appear on the other side, especially as he was in the middle of contemplating whether to masturbate in this very bathroom or not.

"What?" Paul asked loudly through the wooden door, shamelessly readjusting the obscure bulge in his grey hoochie shorts.

His voice and question caused an exasperated sigh to leave Embry's lips, the teen was tired of trying to distract himself with the overly loud television.

Although it did little to prevent him from hearing the noises outside, he was at least somewhat gentlemanly enough to not continue listening in after he did hear a distant moan.

The sound was the very reason he'd launched up from the living room couch to relocate Paul, knowing a conversation would distract him ten times better.

"Jake and the others should be here soon," Embry quickly attempted to reason, the man shifting around in the same spot as he tried to keep his voice clear as he continued: "Sam too."

Thinking his fellow shifter had no clue of the events going on outside, Paul only let out another sigh as he rolled his eyes behind his eyelids.

"Yeah," He let out one more loud word from the inside of the bathroom before he quickly turned to open the bathroom door. "I'm out now."

As he finished speaking the taller man stepped out of the restroom, Embry moving to the side to make room for him in the barely spacious enough hallway.

The two stood there for less than a moment before Paul turned back toward the living room the two quietly heading in that direction.

"And Sam and Catherine are outside." Paul continued trying to subtly bring up the topic, having already noticed the noise had quieted to a near halt.

Not silent, but quiet enough for them to tune out from their enhanced senses.

Nevertheless, unbeknownst to the Delta of the pack Embry had already heard, blushed, and internally died after hearing not only the moans flowing from Sam's truck but also the suggestive words that sometimes followed.

That being said, unlike the others of the pack Embry had yet imprinted on Catherine, so where the boyish blush of hearing his first real moan ended, the manly disgust of hearing his current alpha speaking down on their future pack alpha started.

"Hmm," Embry attempted to hum after a small clearing of his throat, the eighteen-year-old quickly trying to pull himself from his disgusted thoughts. "really for how long?"

He continued to feign oblivious even after they made it back to the living room, the teen innocently moving over to the blinds by the front door.

However, as he attempted to softly part both the blinds and the curtains, his slightly raised hand was quickly slapped away by Paul.

The man sported a confused and judgmental expression as he quickly waved the younger teen off away from the windows.

"Ge-Get away from the blinds," Paul stuttered out of frustration and slight embarrassment, not wanting to have the sparkling image of Catherine tainted in the mind of anyone(even Embry) by an overly horny Sam. "who are you Sam's mom, are you going to talk to him about his date?"

"You aren't?" Embry almost immediately shot back as he used his right hand to motion toward Paul, already knowing he and the others would want EVERY detail.

If the number of times the four let Catherine blur through the pack link during their guarding shifts were any indicators.

However, hearing Embry's question and knowing that he would be asking for all and any details from Sam just as Jared would also most likely be, Jacob being the only one who can currently get the information from the only other person who partook in the actions, Paul couldn't help but change the subject.

"The point is," Paul emphasized his words, ignoring the amused victory eye roll and smirk Embry sent him as he avoided the direct question. "don't go looking out of the blinds like some creep."

With that he simply walked past Embry, heading back toward the living room to sit on the couch and wait out Sam and Catherine with no more boner-causing interruptions.

"They'll come in soon anyway," Paul continued to speak as he felt Embry following after him, something the man had begun to grow used to as the reigning Delta. "And hopefully, you can meet her though no imprinting, okay?"

As he finished talking Paul took this time to pause and turn around, the two being two feet away from the living room couch before he stopped their movement.

"No imprinting." He repeated to get it stuck in Embry's head, hoping if he could the idea out of his head he'd have a better chance at Catherine's imprinter list staying at four.

Nevertheless, Paul knew deep down that this method was unlikely to work, he'd honestly already figured it'd be hard enough to compete with the other three, and sadly to say Embry was a welcoming kind of a person.

However, from Embry's perspective of the thoughts that seemed to often flow from his fellow pack brothers of the so-called Catherine, then the brisk moans from early, he wasn't quite sure if he didn't want to imprint.

The thought of also sharing his future everything with four others, especially two alphas, was a bit off-setting; however, there was the chance that he'd end up waiting years and years just to be rejected.

And that chance was less appealing after he'd heard all the sweet jaw-dropping things about Catherine.

"Yeah whatever," Embry started quickly waving off Paul's attempt to throw off a mystic soulmate-based magic before he began to remark confidently. "imprint or no imprint, she'll most likely, like me better than you."

"Watch it." Paul couldn't help but glare as they sat on the couch, the two on either end as Embry began to crack up as he gained the reaction he wanted.

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓, instead of answering Sam only reached down to the buttons of his dress shirt.

Paying no mind to his tie or collar, instead focusing on slipping open the buttons that covered his large chest and indented muscular torso.

However, he did take a moment to watch as his imprint's eyes racking over the tanned skin of his chest and stomach causing pride to quickly fill him, before he moved the piece of his shirt that covered his left pec.

There sat a soft impression of a bite mark on the apex of Sam's chest, just about an exact copy of her teeth print.

"I-I-I," Catherine softly stuttered unable to take responsibility for the actions, whilst also not able to deny doing it or look away from the wound as who else could've. "I didn't-"

Instead she attempted to say anything in her defense, not knowing whether to deny what had happened amid things or to apologize for the action itself.

However obviously before she could simply decide, Sam took it upon himself to openly tease her as he had already been doing.

"What," Sam quickly interrupted the smaller shifter's words, already knowing what she was gonna stutter out. "you didn't mean to, or you didn't know you had it in yourself to do it?"

His words only caused Catherine to tuck in on herself, not expecting such a blush-inducing conversation to happen over something she'd only done instinctively.

Although watching as she quickly turned her eyes over toward the driver's side door, Sam naturally gleamed as he could fully see the blush rising over her skin beneath the already flush caused by their less-than-holy action.

"Such a shy little bunny finally giving into those urges, huh?" He continued to tease the woman lying beneath him, jokingly barring his teeth at her as he was quickly flushed with cuteness aggression.

Especially as he watched her look back over to softly glare at him in the most innocent ways, Sam not knowing if he should kiss her lips or bite them to illicit the squeal he wanted.

"I'm sorry." Catherine softly apologized as she ran her right hand over the mark she'd left, quickly taking in the fact that it also hadn't healed yet.

Unlike the few hickeys that somehow found themselves on Sam's skin, the healing of which Catherine could see in real-time.

Although her apology wasn't the reaction Sam had been expecting, that being said he didn't even think the mark was worth apologizing over.

"No don't apologize," He softly cooed as he took her right hand into his left, bringing it up to kiss the soft skin of her wrist. "I'm sure the others are gonna be so jealous, sugar."