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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Twilight_Series_-_Stephenie_Meyer
  Relationship:
      Sam_Uley/Leah_Clearwater, Leah_Clearwater/Jacob_Black, Paul_Lahote/Leah
      Clearwater, Quil_Ateara/Seth_Clearwater, Embry_Call/Leah_Clearwater, Quil
      Ateara/Leah_Clearwater, Collin_Littlesea/Leah_Clearwater, Brady_Fuller/
      Leah_Clearwater
  Character:
      Leah_Clearwater, Seth_Clearwater, Sam_Uley, Jacob_Black, Paul_Lahote,
      Quil_Ateara_V, Claire_Young, Embry_Call, Collin_Littlesea, Brady_Fuller
  Additional Tags:
      Rating:_NC17, Drama, One_Shot, Non_Consensual, Bestiality, Additional
      Warnings_Apply
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      Published: 2011-05-14 Words: 16671
****** Heat ******
by ArcadianMaggie
Summary
     Leah went from a young woman in love to the only female in a pack of
     mind-reading shape shifters, led by the Alpha Sam, her ex. Contains
     mature content. See multiple warnings in A/N.
Notes
     I can't thank my beta, OnTheTurningAway, enough for all the
     discussion, support and epic hand holding as I fleshed out this
     story. You're the best, bb, and I love you. Special thanks as well to
     einfach_mich and ICMezzo for pre-reading and for their valuable input
     and suggestions. The gorgeous banner is by the talented evieeden.
     Note on warnings: Contains graphic content and possible triggers. I
     originally outlined this story for the Beyond_the_Pale_contest, which
     called for "stories inspired by images that imply secret desires,
     habits, and happenings. Fetish and deviance. The forbidden. The
     socially UNacceptable. What goes on behind closed doors only. What
     pushes beyond the pale. The otherwise untouchable. The taboo."
     Because I was in the middle of my multi-chapter and realized I worked
     best only writing one piece at a time, I set it aside. This story
     skirts lines, and some might say crosses lines, oft advertised in
     other contests: "No entries containing rape, bestiality, pedophilia,
     incest, or non-consensual sex will be accepted into the contest."
     Please close the browser if you are under 18, or if you are
     uncomfortable with the statement above.
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Conditions reported at Quillayute State Airport, WA, July 15th, 2006:
- High Temp: 66.2F
- Low Temp: 46.4F
- Dewpoint: 50.8F
- Precipitation Amount: 0.23 Inches
- Observations: Fog, Rain/Drizzle
One month had passed since the altercation with the newborns. One month since
Leah had sunk her teeth into flesh of stone and heard the satisfying tear, the
deadly cacophony of destruction and ruin.
She missed the daily sparring, the training that left her aching and sore,
muscles burning from being pushed to their limit. She missed the outlet for her
anger, always ready at the surface, seething and volatile.
Leah phased back to human form, letting the door slam behind her as she hurried
into the house. She ignored her mother's "Leah?" as she stormed through the
kitchen and made a bee line for the bathroom. Her hands shook as she adjusted
the temperature. It was only when she stepped under the hot spray that she let
the tears come, sinking to the floor of the tub and wrapping her arms around
her knees.
Strong fingers, tenderly tracing the scars on her face… her eyes, gazing back
at him with love… skin glowing, the slight sheen of sweat… bodies rocking,
thrusting… the joy, the sense of completeness as he buried himself deep within
her…
Her gut twisted and she rubbed the heels of her hands across her eyes, trying
to banish the images from her mind, sobs choking in her throat. How she and Sam
had ended up on patrol together last night was unclear, but she knew she
couldn't bear another repeat any time soon.
If it were only the anger, that she could deal with. No, it was the longing.
The aching want. They all regularly experienced the intensity of the bond
secondhand, especially through Jared's imprint on Kim. There were no secrets in
the pack; they all bore witness to the life altering event each time Jared re-
lived the moment his universe changed–gravity shifting, the tidal wave surging
through, relentless, sweeping everything from its path until only the two of
them remained, the rest of the world forgotten.
Who hadn't been humbled seeing Kim through Jared's eyes? Who hadn't wanted to
experience that all consuming passion, the complete devotion?
Leah wanted it.
But she had wanted it with Sam.
She still did.
Her shoulders shook as her rage sought release. She hated the tears; they made
her feel weak. She already railed against her powerlessness, her genetic
heritage an unbearable prison. She couldn't escape from the pack; he was her
Alpha. She couldn't escape from his head, their minds irrevocably linked while
phased. The others—her lip curled in disgust—they were bad enough, but to watch
Sam, over and over and over, touching her, worshipping her, fucking her… loving
her… it was unbearable.
The anger, the pain, the longing, the want, it was like a burning living thing
inside her gut, trying to claw its way out through her skin, to sear its way
through her flesh. Leah turned the faucet as cold as the temperature would go,
dampening the flames of her rage. She lifted her face into the spray, letting
the cool water wash away the hot trail of tears, the icy spray pelting her
heated skin until she was shivering.
She stood and washed her hair before stepping out of the bath. After pulling on
a sweatshirt over her clothes, she went into the kitchen and sat at the table,
propping one heel on the edge of her chair and wrapping her arms around her
leg, resting her chin on her knee. Even with the extra layer, she still felt
chilled, as if the cold drizzle of rain outside had somehow seeped into her
bones.
Her mother turned from the sink and walked over to Leah, reaching out to smooth
her hair back from her face. Leah stiffened and flinched back, unable to handle
the tenderness of her mother's touch. Sue Clearwater let out a deep sigh and
dropped her hand. She fixed a cup of tea and placed it on the table in front of
Leah, then took the seat next to her, ignoring her daughter's tense reaction as
she reached over to rub her back between her shoulder blades.
Leah wrapped her hands around the mug, shut her eyes and took deep breaths,
trying to regain some sense of calm. The heated liquid soothed going down and
she tried to will her body to stop shivering.
The group around the fire listened intently as Billy Black regaled the tribe
with the Quileute legend of Taha Aki, the great spirit warrior chief who became
the first shape shifter when he merged his spirit with a wolf. Leah had heard
the stories countless times before, but she never missed these evenings. She
loved to listen to the legends, loved being surrounded by her family, loved
feeling a part of something greater. She was proud to be a Quileute, proud of
her people and their history. The night was quiet save for Billy's strong voice
and the occasional snap of the burning wood.
She was sitting far from the fire, back near the older boys. Back near Sam. He
seemed to have shot up overnight, no longer a boy, but a man, tall and strong.
He was so much more mature than the others. She had known him all her life, but
suddenly, she was aware of him in new ways, ways that made her stomach fill
with warmth and her pulse race. She shivered in the cool night air, too far
from the fire to take advantage of its heat.
"Why don't you move closer, Lee Lee," Sam suggested, leaning over to speak to
her quietly. "You're shivering."
Goose bumps broke out over her flesh at the sound of his voice so near, the
feel of his warm breath on her skin.
"That's okay. I'm fine, really."
Her voice was breathy and she was grateful it was dark where they were sitting
so Sam couldn't see the flush on her face.
He stared at her for a moment, then shrugged out of his jacket, draping it over
her shoulders.
"Here. Put this on."
"What about you?" she asked. "You'll be cold." She could see he now wore only a
short sleeved white tee. Even in the low light she could make out the
definition of his chest.
"I don't need it. I'm comfortable. The air feels nice."
He did look comfortable, she decided, as she slipped her arms into the sleeves,
the warmth from his body still present. She wrapped the jacket around herself,
imagining Sam's arms holding her.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
She turned her face into the collar of the jacket, breathing deeply, unable to
keep the smile off her lips.
                                    - -o- -
Conditions reported at Quillayute State Airport, WA, July 16th, 2006:
- High Temp: 66.9F
- Low Temp: 48F
- Dewpoint: 49F
- Precipitation Amount: 0 Inches
- Observations: n/a
Leah stared at the blood on the toilet paper, the anger building again. When
she had first noticed blood, well over a week ago, she had felt a surge of
hope, that this cursed metamorphosis hadn't rendered her infertile after all,
that she was finally cycling again. As the days wore on and the flow never
increased beyond spotting, the hope vanished, to be replaced by yet more rage.
It was as though her ovaries were struggling to produce an egg, her body
attempting to prepare for life, trying… trying so hard, but failing miserably.
She was like a car with a dead battery, cold machinery, the engine struggling
to turn over, but only churning and straining, never fully igniting. The
grinding of an engine that would ever fail to start.
Even worse, she seemed to be in a perpetual state of PMS. Her breasts were
sore; she snapped at everyone, and she felt bloated and unattractive. When she
wasn't patrolling, she spent most of her time locked in her room, unable to
take her mother's pitying looks and Seth's worried stares. She wished a vampire
would come through the area so she'd have an excuse to rip somebody's head off.
Emily held out her tiny niece to Leah and said, "Do you want to hold her?"
Leah nodded as she took the baby in her arms, cradling her head and leaning
down to fill her lungs with sweet baby smell. She smiled, cooing and leaning
over to rub her lips lightly against the soft skin of her forehead. She
couldn't wait to have one of her own. She remembered her mother's smile when
she had first started menstruating, her pride as she told Leah, "You're a woman
now." She knew what her monthly menses meant, that her body was readying itself
for the seed to take root. Yes, she was young, but she knew she was ready.
She looked down at the swirls of dark hair and imagined what their baby would
look like. Would it be tall and strong like Sam? Would it have her eyes? She
had no idea, but she knew it would be beautiful.
"I hope we're both pregnant at the same time," Emily said.
Leah lifted her head and smiled, her heart swelling, feeling like it would
burst with joy at the thought. She could picture it—she and Emily raising their
children together, their offspring growing up as close as siblings, just as she
and Emily had done.
"I think we'll need to find you a boyfriend first," Leah joked.
                                    - -o- -
Conditions reported at Quillayute State Airport, WA, July 17th, 2006:
- High Temp: 64.9F
- Low Temp: 48F
- Dewpoint: 51.5F
- Precipitation Amount: 0 Inches
- Observations: n/a
She was shaking she was so angry. How could he do this to her? How the fuck
could he do this to her? She was trying so hard, trying to keep moving forward,
to do what was expected, even while her heart lay open and bleeding for all to
see, her emotions a raw seething mass of pain. And then for him to pull this
mind fuck on her…
Her mother had asked her to run into town to pick up a few items at the store.
When Leah saw Sam inside, she immediately turned and fled, her heart racing. It
was the surprise of seeing him, so unexpectedly, that unnerved her. When she
had time to prepare, when she knew they'd be in the same place, or both phased
at the same time, then she could handle it. Then she was ready. She was able to
face him. But not today. She had not expected to see him today.
Leah gasped as a strong hand grabbed her wrist, the heat burning her flesh.
"Lee Lee, wait," Sam entreated.
"Don't call me that," she hissed as she yanked her hand out of his grasp. She
turned to leave again.
He captured her once more and she felt the rage boiling up. She struggled to
free her arm pulling and tugging, trying to pry his fingers off her with her
other hand, ignoring his protestations. She wouldn't listen. There was nothing
he could say she wanted to hear. When that didn't work, she started hitting him
with her free hand, clawing at his skin, spitting curses at him.
"Let me the fuck go," she demanded furiously.
He grabbed her other wrist and tried to subdue her, but she still twisted and
writhed, desperately attempting to get free.
"I just want to talk to you," he said, finally pushing her backwards and
pinning her against the building with his body. "Fuck. Hold still."
"No, you fucking fuck," she was yelling, completely incensed, still struggling
to escape from his hold.
He pressed more firmly against her, determined to wait until she tired herself
out.
"Please. Just for a minute."
She struggled even harder. They were both breathing deeply, tussling wordlessly
now, small grunts the only sound as they each sought control. Her head jerked
up when after long moments she heard a strangled "Lee Lee" from Sam. His eyes
were dark and he was taking short panting breaths. As she moved, she felt him
against her, completely hard. Her eyes widened in recognition and she stilled,
no longer rubbing against his erection in her attempts to get free.
He groaned and leaned over to crush his mouth against hers in a bruising kiss,
plunging his tongue between her lips and grinding against her. It was so
familiar, the feel of his mouth on hers, hot and wet, his body pressing close.
Deep aching wantsurged through her as he pillaged her mouth, tasting, sucking,
devouring.
She felt him moving her arms above her head, grasping both of her wrists in one
large hand. Then the other cupped her breast, his thumb stroking across her
nipple. She moaned, feeling it harden under his touch. She had missed this so
much. So fucking much. His smell, his taste. His body, powerful and strong,
hard and muscular, pressing into hers. She wanted.
She wanted, but she couldn't have. Fury filled her and she renewed her efforts
to free herself. Guttural sounds emitted from Sam's throat as she moved against
him. He thrust against her harder in response, grinding his hips into hers, his
erection rubbing and pressing into her. She tried to twist free, but her
movements only seem to excite him more. She turned her head away, but his mouth
followed. Finally, in desperation, she bit down on his lip, and the taste of
blood was on her tongue.
Sam jerked back his head with a "fuck," and Leah took the opportunity to spit
her fury at him.
"What the fuck are you doing? Don't fucking touch me!" She was pulling and
jerking her arms, determined to free herself from his grip.
"I just want to talk to you," he yelled back.
"I don't want to talk to you. Now get the fuck off of me."
When he didn't respond, she screamed, "Get the fuck off of me!"
He released her arms and stepped back. Leah immediately balled her hand into a
fist and plowed it straight into his face.
His hand reached out to stop her before she could hit him again.
"Stop."
Still thrumming with adrenaline, she was able to pull her hand free and hit him
again. He grabbed for her wrist. When her leg moved, preparing to knee him in
the crotch, he pushed her back against the wall, trapping her with his body to
prevent the action.
"I said stop it, Lee Lee," the Alpha command clear in his voice.
Leah ceased her struggles.
She was shaking she was so furious. She wanted to hurt him, to maim him and
make him bleed. But the compulsion to obey was too strong. She could feel him,
still hard against her hip, feel the heat of his skin through their layers of
clothing, feel him pinning her with not only his body, but the force of his
command. A frisson of fear shot through her when she realized her helplessness.
"It doesn't have to be this way," Sam said. "I don't want things to be this way
between us."
He leaned over, kissing her again, but this time his lips were gentle. He
rested his forehead against hers. "I miss you, Lee Lee," he whispered. "I… I
still love you."
An involuntary sound tore from her throat. He couldn't say things like that.
What right did he have to say things like that?
"I love you, Lee Lee," he continued, his voice sounding desperate. "So much. I
didn't just stop loving you because of what happened. It's not like a switch I
can turn off and on. You need to understand." He kissed her again, tongue
pressing into her mouth, hands moving to rove over her body. Lips traveling to
her jaw, her ear. His body rocked against her, sensuous and slow.
Her eyes were burning with tears she refused to shed. He would not see her
weakness; she would show no fear. She absolutely would not respond to the
familiar touch, his smell so close. She ignored the heat pooling between her
thighs. He could not do this to her. He couldn't.
She turned her face away, gasping out, "Emily. How can you do this to Emily?"
"Emily knows how I feel about you." His mouth was on her neck, hot and wet.
"She hates seeing you in pain."
Leah blinked furiously.
"You'll always be mine, Lee Lee," his words were soft against her throat.
"You're mine."
She went rigid. This time the fear was not from any physical threat; this time
the fear was because she suspected he spoke the truth.
Leah probably would always be Sam's. But he would never be hers. Not anymore.
"I want you to get off me," she choked out in a whisper, her voice breaking.
Relief flooded through her when he did as she asked. His eyes were dark and
full of anguish.
"Lee Lee," he said, reaching a hand for her face.
She flinched. "Don't touch me."
Sam dropped his arm to his side, defeated. Leah turned and walked toward her
car. She could feel his eyes following her the entire way.
They sat in the car outside her house. Her hands were clasped in her lap,
fingers tightly wound. She feared they would be trembling otherwise. Sam was
dropping her off after their first official date. They had gone to a movie in
Forks and her stomach still swooped when she thought about the way their hands
had bumped against each other while reaching for popcorn. Her face had flushed
and her heart had raced with each inadvertent touch. He had been a perfect
gentleman, buying her ticket, holding open the door, sitting where she
preferred. She knew he had even gone to her dad for permission before asking
her out. And now they were parked outside her house at the end of the evening.
"Can I kiss you goodnight?" he asked, and she thought her heart would leap out
of her chest it was pounding so hard.
"Yes," she whispered back as he leaned toward her.
Leah burst into the house, tossing the keys on the table before slamming her
bedroom door and throwing herself on her bed. She couldn't stop the tears this
time. She was so angry. So incredibly angry. She hated that he had dared to
kiss her. To touch her. She hated that she had felt fear. But most of all, she
hated that she still wanted him. It would be so much easier if she could hate
Sam. If only that were a possibility.
Burying her face in her pillow, she sobbed, remembering the feel of his lips on
hers, his taste in her mouth. And his smell… she had missed his smell so
fucking much. Leah desperately wanted to put the afternoon out of her mind, to
fucking stop thinking about Sam for even ten minutes out of the fucking day,
but he was always there, her heartbreak a perpetually fresh raw wound.
In fury, she sat up and ripped the sweat shirt over her head and threw it
across the room, his scent still strong on her clothes. Underneath she wore a
silky white camisole, her breasts still too sore for even a bra. She tore off
her jeans next, revealing the boxer shorts she had appropriated from him long
ago. She was so fucking angry.
Seth sat in the next room listening to his sister crying. He didn't know how to
handle Leah's tears. Things had been rough for her, ever since Sam had
imprinted on Emily. The others complained about what a total bitch she was to
be around, but Seth didn't care. He saw how much she was hurting.
Pacing nervously, he wondered when she would stop. Leah had been in there for
almost a half hour and she was still crying. He wished his mom was home. She'd
know what to do. Or his dad. Seth stomach knotted at the thought. He missed his
father so much, and he knew Lee Lee did too. He wished things were easier for
her. He loved being a wolf. But then, he didn't have to repeatedly watch scenes
playing out in his head of the one he loved being intimate with someone else.
After vacillating for another ten minutes or so, Seth finally cracked open the
door to Leah's room and walked over to the bed. He sat on the edge and put a
hand tentatively on her back, rubbing it awkwardly in small circles.
"Don't cry, Lee Lee," he beseeched. "Please don't cry."
She reached out and batted his hand away. Her shoulders shook, and she cried
even harder, but he waited, watching as she attempted to regain control. After
a few minutes, she sat up, wiping her face, her legs criss-crossed. He tried
once more to comfort her, tentatively putting an arm around her shoulder,
saying, "I love you, Lee Lee. Please don't cry." His other hand nervously
patted her knee. "Everything's going to be okay," he added, even though he
wasn't sure it actually was.
Leah wrapped her arms around Seth in return, hugging him tightly and laying her
head against him. They sat that way, quietly, until Leah's hiccupping breaths
evened out. She shifted a bit so her head was lying against his shoulder and
his arm was loosely around her waist.
She seemed so small curled up against him like this. So fragile and vulnerable.
He studied her face, her eyes closed, long black lashes fanning out from
reddened lids, tear tracks down her cheeks. She was beautiful. He leaned over
to press a small kiss into her hair and kept his face there, breathing deeply.
She smelled wonderful. Seth felt something stirring in his gut, like
electricity zipping through his body. When he realized his nose was still
buried in her hair, he pulled back, confused.
Leah hadn't moved. She was still pressed against him, trying to regain her
composure. As he stared at his sister, he was uncomfortably aware of her breast
pressing into the side of his arm. She was wearing some silky top with little
thin straps. The neckline was deeply scooped, exposing the top of her breast.
He stared at the soft curve of her body, her carmeled skin against the ivory
fabric. The shadow of her nipple could be seen through the thin shirt and he
felt an almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and touch it. He wanted to tug
the material down and pull her breast out completely, placing his fingers
underneath that soft mound of flesh. He wanted to taste her, to take her nipple
into his mouth and feel it against his tongue. His cock filled with blood as he
imagined it.
He became aware of his hand on her knee, the heat of her skin searing the tips
of his fingers. He could easily slide his hand up her thigh, slip his fingers
under the material of her boxer shorts, loose and open, to the juncture of her
thighs. He could dip his finger into her wet heat, slick and swollen. The scent
of her arousal was already in the air.
Seth reared back abruptly, body flushing with shame.
"I'm sorry," he stammered when she lifted her head with a "what the fuck"
expression on her face after being dislodged from his shoulder so abruptly.
Seth disentangled himself from his sister, careful not to brush his erection
against her.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked, already making his retreat.
"Yeah, thanks, baby brother. I love you too."
He nodded, then hurried from the room, rushing to his bedroom and closing and
locking the door.
Seth sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. What was wrong with
him? He had been fantasizing about his own sister, fantasizing while she was
crying from a broken heart. He was disgusting. He was worse than disgusting.
Completely perverted.
He flung himself back on his pillow, throwing an arm over his eyes. His
movement stretched his pants tightly over his erection and he reached down to
adjust himself, willing it to go down. He thought of every unpleasant image he
could recall, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get Leah's
scent out of his head. She smelled amazing and had been so soft and curvy
pressed up against him like that. His hips shifted as his cock sought more
friction inside his pants.
He wasn't going to touch it, he swore to himself. His erection was going to go
away and he was going to stop thinking about Leah's soft skin, the way her
breast had looked, against the silky fabric. He wasn't going to think about her
smooth thighs or her long neck, or the heat that was coming off her body, the
heat under his fingers as they had rested on her leg. The heat from between her
thighs. He wasn't going to think about the way she smelled, the way he wanted
to bury his face in her skin and breathe her forever. He wasn't going to think
about her that way. She was his sister. It was so wrong.
With a sob, he plunged his hand under the waistband of his pants, grasping his
dick and giving it a firm tug. His hips bucked in reaction and he tried to put
his sister out of his mind. He would focus on his hand and only think about how
good it felt on his cock. He wasn't picturing her smooth skin as he stroked
himself urgently. Wasn't thinking about the images he'd seen in his pack
leader's mind, about the way she looked when she was riding Sam, her hands on
his chest, elbows locked, her breasts squeezed between her upper arms, bouncing
gently as she lifted her hips and lowered herself down on him. He wasn't
thinking about the way her lips looked wrapped around Sam's thick cock, plump
and rosy and wet, cheeks hollowed as she bobbed and sucked, eyes dark and
hooded, looking up. He wasn't thinking about that incredible smell, or the way
her breast had felt pressed up against his arm.
Seth cried out as milky white ribbons spilled out onto his hand. His body
jerked and shivered with the intensity of his orgasm, bucking as he pulsed
again and again. A soft sob escaped his lips as he lay there afterwards, spent
and weak, limbs trembling. He was flooded with shame.
                                    - -o- -
Conditions reported at Quillayute State Airport, WA, July 18th, 2006:
- High Temp: 64.9F
- Low Temp: 55F
- Dewpoint: 51.5F
- Precipitation Amount: 0 Inches
- Observations: n/a
All night on patrol Seth sought to control his thoughts, to keep his mind
firmly away from the shameful events of the day before. He focused on song
lyrics, on the scenery around him, on the last movie he had watched. Anything
at all so that images of Leah, of his perverse actions, his shameful orgasm,
didn't creep into his consciousness.
When he was a wolf, however, he'd sometimes lose himself. His heightened senses
would bring the world into sharp relief, shifting his focus outward; the rhythm
of his feet would lull him into an almost trancelike state. The other pack
members' thoughts were always there on the periphery, a small buzz of white
noise, like a television playing in the background that you weren't quite
listening to. And while he ran and felt the wind through his fur, the taste of
night on his tongue, he'd forget that one of the stations being broadcast was
his own.
Whoa, whoa. Back up. What was that?
Embry's thoughts cut through Seth's mind, jerking him back to awareness. With a
single minded purpose he frantically started running lyrics through his head,
but it was already too late.
Oh no you don't. Was that your sister?
The others' thoughts crowded in curiously, and shame once again filled him as
he witnessed Embry sharing the images he had plucked from Seth's head: the
curve of Leah's breast against his arm, his fingertips on her thigh, and his
frantic jerking off in his room afterwards.
They howled with laughter.
You sick little fuck! Who knew you had it in you?
That was definitely Paul. Seth wanted to die of humiliation.
Who can blame him, though? I mean, who hasn't gotten off to Leah before?
There was a murmur of assent, thoughts about her hotness outweighing her bitchy
attitude filtering through. Seth's discomfort grew as images of Leah, courtesy
of her very active sex life with Sam, flooded his mind. Every one of the wolves
on patrol was recalling times they had gotten off to her.
Embry was picturing Leah's lips around his cock, in much the same was that Seth
had remembered her lips on Sam's dick the day before, plump and red and wet. He
was gripping the back of her hair in his fist, pumping his hips while he fucked
her mouth. Her eyes were tearing up as she gagged trying to take him deep. Her
choking noises spurred him on even further and with a few more aggressive
thrusts he was pulling out and coming all over her face. He slapped his dick
against her cheeks, rubbing it through the streaks of cum then brought it back
between her lips, watching as her tongue slid around the sensitive head to lick
him clean.
Collin was picturing Leah flat on her back, her leg hooked up over his arm as
his dick pounded into her. His hips were rocking rhythmically and her breasts
were bouncing and jiggling with his movements. Her fingers were on her clit,
frantically rubbing. Pants and gasps and moans poured from her mouth. With a
few more hard thrusts he was coming and her head flew backward, neck long and
exposed as her body arched with the force of her orgasm.
Paul had Leah on her hands and knees, her back arching as his fingers dug into
her ass and hips, holding her steady while he slid slowly in and out of her wet
hole. His fingers were bruising, kneading the firm flesh of her cheeks,
pressing deep into her satin skin. In and out, in and out he thrust, gradually
picking up speed, watching his long hard cock disappearing into her body again
and again. His hand would slap at her ass cheek periodically and she'd jerk in
surprise. His motions became more forceful, then he was leaning over her,
grabbing her shoulder with one hand for leverage, the other still tightly
gripping her hip, pounding into her as hard as he could, their sound of their
skin slapping the accompaniment to their harsh panting breaths. Her hand was
between her legs, working herself furiously and her body was pushing back,
meeting Paul's movements thrust for thrust, bodies slamming together. All the
while he was running a stream of commentary, calling her a slut for the way she
couldn't get enough of his cock, the way her body was begging for it, hot and
wet and open, the way she wanted him to fill her up with his spunk, leave her
all used up with his cum dripping down her thigh.
Leah cried out and convulsed as her body shook with the force of her orgasm.
Paul pumped two more times deeply then his body went rigid as he emptied his
cock inside her heat. Before the last spurt of his jizz left his body, he
pulled out to come over her lower back, his release dripping down the crack of
her ass. He swiped his finger through the wetness and slid it down between her
cheeks, rubbing his finger around her rosy bud before pushing it inside her. He
leaned back to admire the sight of her shuddering body, his finger buried deep
in her ass, his cum sliding down her thighs.
Seth reeled as these series of images simultaneously assaulted his mind. He
felt hot all over and couldn't help but be held in thrall at the pictures of
Leah being taken in such various ways. He knew if he were back in human form,
his dick would be rock hard.
Sucks for you she's your sister, a laughing voice commented in his head, amused
at his obvious arousal and awkward predicament.
Humiliation and shame washed over him again and he phased to human form so that
they couldn't witness any more of his perversion. He raced back home, barefoot
and naked, not caring when the ground sliced at his feet. When he opened the
door, Leah's scent hit him like a battering ram. He hurried to his room and
flung himself on his bed, desperate to ignore his raging hard on. But her scent
was everywhere, and he couldn't get the images he had seen out of his mind.
Filled with self loathing, Seth retrieved the shirt he had worn yesterday while
hugging Leah from where it was lying on the floor. After burying his face in it
for one deep breath, he wrapped the fabric around his dick and was coming
before he had even made a second pull. Gasping sobs tore from his mouth and he
pulled the shirt away from his cock. He buried his face in the cum stained
material, soaking it with his tears.
                                    - -o- -
Conditions reported at Quillayute State Airport, WA, July 19th, 2006:
- High Temp: 69.8F
- Low Temp: 46.4F
- Dewpoint: 48.4F
- Precipitation Amount: 0 Inches
- Observations: n/a
Leah leaned her face into the top of Claire's head, breathing in the smell of
her hair, all baby shampoo and silky soft. She was cuddling the girl on her lap
as they watched Beauty and Beast on the VCR. Leah's heart ached for the little
girl. Like Belle, trapped with the Beast, Claire would be coerced into a match
not of her own choosing. She didn't doubt that Claire would grow to love Quil,
just as Belle grew to love the Beast. And she didn't doubt that the love would
be real. But that didn't stop Leah from wishing Belle would say screw you to
her captor and fuck Gaston out of spite, just because she could.
The phone rang and Leah slid Claire off her lap onto the couch before going to
the kitchen.
Leah, honey, her mother said when she answered, I really need you to run to the
store to pick up the stuff from that list.
"I'm watching Claire."
Is Seth home?
"Yeah, he's in his room. Hasn't come out all day."
Well, ask him to watch Claire while you go. Please, honey. I need to make those
dishes for tomorrow and I won't have time later.
"Yeah, okay. I'll ask him."
Thanks, baby. I'll see you tonight.
"Okay, bye."
Leah knocked on Seth's door.
"What?" he yelled.
She raised her eyebrows. It wasn't like Seth to be moody. He was usually so
sweet and good natured.
"I need to run to the store for Mom," she said through the door. "Can you come
out and watch Claire while I'm gone?"
There was a long pause. "Okay, I'll be out in a few minutes."
She waited impatiently while Seth did who knows what. Finally, he appeared in
the doorway of the living room.
"She in the middle of the movie, so she should be fine until I get back."
"Okay."
Leah watched as Seth settled on the couch next to Claire. The little girl
looked up at him and smiled before climbing into his lap.
"Okay, see you in a bit."
He lifted up a hand in a dismissive wave and she rolled her eyes again, heading
out to the car.
Seth's mind was in turmoil. He didn't know how to handle his reaction to Leah
and to the images the other pack members had put in his head. He had jacked off
twice more since coming home, unable to purge them from his mind. Now he
understood a little better why Leah hated being a wolf and her contempt for the
pack. Having to witness their sexual fantasies must be extremely uncomfortable
for her. They had all seen snippets of Sam and Leah's sexual relations before.
Sam and Emily's too now, as well as Jared and Kim's. Seth had always tried to
focus elsewhere anytime a pack mind strayed in those directions, mostly out of
discomfort, but also out of courtesy. He realized now that the others may not
always be so polite. The attitude of the pack yesterday led him to believe that
their sharing was a common occurrence, a kind of locker room mentality, and
Leah was their favorite focus.
What was he going to do the next time Leah phased? How was he going to live
with her knowing what he had done? He had always loved being a wolf, loved it
wholeheartedly with a sense of pure joy. For the first time, he dreaded it.
Living in the same house with her had been torture these past few days. Her
scent was everywhere, and it made him think… inappropriate things. He had
locked himself in his room, desperate to keep as far away from her as possible,
but he knew that wasn't a workable solution. Right now, sitting on the couch
where she had last sat, Leah was all he could think about.
He leaned his chin down on the top of Claire's head and almost shuddered as a
wave of Leah's scent wafted off her hair. A jolt of arousal shot through him
and he fought to keep his dick from responding. The more he tried not to think
about Leah, however, the more images of her, flushed and spread open, filled
his mind. The way she looked with a cock shoved down her throat, the sounds she
made as she was being filled, how she thrust her ass back onto Paul's dick.
Except in his mind, it was now his own dick disappearing inside her body, his
own cock being wrapped in her tight wet heat.
Just then, the movie burst into a musical number and Claire responded with
glee, clapping her hands and bouncing in his lap. Seth flushed as her little
body wiggled and jumped. He frantically tried to hold her still, but she just
giggled, thinking he was playing a game, and started bouncing even more. Her
small form was moving and shifting all over his lap, rubbing against his dick
which was now completely hard. His hands were shaking as he removed Claire from
his lap and raced to the bathroom in panicked horror. He shut the door and
grabbed at his dick, willing his erection to go away.
His rough touch had the opposite effect, however. In the enclosed space of the
bathroom, still steamy from Leah's shower, her scent was overwhelming, so thick
and heavy he felt it was permeating through his skin. He tried to think of
anything other than the images of his sister, but as he moved his hand against
the bulge in his jeans, scene after scene flashed through his mind. With one
more deep breath of her heady scent, his release rushed through him, rocketing
from the tips of his toes up the entire length of his spine. He cried out in
gasping breaths as his dick pulsed inside his pants.
The second he could recover enough to move, he fell on his knees in front of
the toilet, emptying the entire contents of his stomach into the bowl. He
squeezed his eyes shut, holding back tears, feeling helpless and scared. Hands
shaking, he pulled himself up to the sink to rinse out his mouth and brush his
teeth. He stood inside the bathroom, listening to Claire in the other room,
examining himself in the mirror. The reflection staring back was the same as it
had always been. Seth searched his face, as if expecting to see some sort of
stamp of evil branded on his forehead. He didn't understand what was happening
to him. How could he be getting off from just her scent? What kind of monster
was he? He took in another deep shuddering breath, and his cock twitched in his
pants as his lungs filled with the steamy scented air. His stomach turned in
disgust. He shut his eyes, entire body trembling with confusion and dismay,
then he lunged for the toilet as he heaved over the bowl again.
The sound of the back door swinging shut roused him from his spot on the floor
where he lay resting with his head on the side of the vanity.
"Seth?" Leah called from the kitchen.
He rose to his feet on shaky legs and steeled himself before leaving the
bathroom. Standing in the doorway, he willed himself not to breathe.
"I'm not feeling well. I'm going to go lie down," he told Leah from across the
room.
She nodded, noting Claire playing happily in the living room, and Seth
retreated to his room, shutting and locking the door before burrowing himself
in his bed. He tried to empty his mind, tried to forget everything in the
oblivion of sleep, but his attempts were useless. Self loathing crept over him
like a blanket.
                                    - -o- -
Conditions reported at Quillayute State Airport, WA, July 20th, 2006:
- High Temp: 84F
- Low Temp: 46.9F
- Dewpoint: 51.8F
- Precipitation Amount: 0 Inches
- Observations: n/a
Leah pounded on his door. "Sam's on the phone. You better get out here and
answer it because I'm not speaking to that fucker."
Seth had been half expecting this. He was scheduled for patrol, but hadn't
shown up, too fearful of having any of the others see inside his head. He
waited until the phone stopped ringing then heaved a sigh of relief. A few
moments later, the tension returned when it started ringing again. Leah's fist
was back on his door. "Seth! Get out here and talk to him. Now!"
Seth ignored the phone for a second time. When it started up yet again, he
resigned himself to answering. He wouldn't put it past Sam to show up at the
house, and if that happened, Leah would absolutely kill him.
She was going to kill him anyway, once she found out what a "sick little fuck"
he was, to use Paul's turn of phrase.
"Hello?"
Where are you Seth? Why aren't you on patrol?
"I'm not feeling well."
I know what happened. I'm sorry if you're feeling embarrassed, but this is as
good a time as any to learn how to deal with it. We're all in this together.
"I can't, Sam," he choked out in a whisper.
You're going to have to. Eventually, you'll develop the ability to shield your
thoughts to some extent, but your previous luxury of privacy has ceased to
exist. This is just part of the price we pay. We all have to deal with it,
Seth; it's not just you.
"Sam, she's my sister."
Yes, and she was my girlfriend. How do you think I feel knowing that our most
intimate moments have been shared by the entire pack? I understand this is the
first time you've had to deal with something like this, but it certainly won't
be the last. Now, I want you out on patrol.
"Sam, please," he entreated once more, heart sinking because he knew his pleas
were in vain.
I'm sorry, Seth, but I expect you to phase and to be out on patrol in the next
ten minutes. We'll talk more later.
With that he hung up, leaving Seth shaking in the kitchen. Seth knew he had no
choice. In his last moment of their call, Sam was speaking as the Alpha. He had
not been making a request; he had issued a command.
Seth knew the second he slipped up. For the past several hours, he had been
successful at keeping his thoughts innocuous, but when he heard Quil thinking
about Claire, the previous day's shameful incident popped unbidden into his
mind—Claire wriggling in his lap and then his hand on his dick while he was
coming in his pants. The shocked silence in the minds of the pack was so
profound it was almost physical. He felt the chill down to his very bones. Then
Quil's voice was clear in his head, measured and steady:
I'm going to kill you.
Rattled, Seth didn't even try to explain, but tore through the forest, putting
his speed to use, phasing to human the second his home was in sight. He raced
into the house, frantically pulling on his clothing, as if the thin barrier of
material would protect him from sharp teeth and claws. Then he stood, shaking
and trembling, waiting for the inevitable.
The belief that he deserved whatever harm Quil intended is what led Seth back
outside. He was sweating, nervous and tense, the day's heat still lingering in
the air. He presented no resistance as Quil bounded into sight, chocolate fur
raised at his hackles. Closing his eyes, Seth braced himself, expecting to feel
teeth and claws piercing his flesh; instead, he heard wracking sobs and Quil's
broken voice: "How could you? She's just a baby. She's just a little girl."
Seth opened tear filled eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It wasn't Claire, I
swear. I would never… It wasn't like that," he stammered. "Leah's scent was all
over her. She smelled like Leah… I couldn't help it. It was Leah, not Claire,"
he insisted, as if that was somehow better. He had no excuse. "I'm sorry."
Quil lunged for him, fueled by rage. His distress made him clumsy, but he still
managed to tackle Seth to the ground, striking a blow to his face, and several
more to his body before Seth grabbed at his wrists to stop him, repeating, "I
would never… you have to believe me…" through his tears.
They struggled and rolled on the ground, Seth defending himself against Quil's
erratic assault, but not fighting back. His rambling apologies were punctuated
by Quil's grunts and sobs, as he tried to explain over and over what had
happened. Eventually, they were both exhausted, lying panting and spent, Quil's
body pinning Seth's to the ground.
As he lay there gasping into Seth's neck, Quil became acutely aware of the
scent Seth had been babbling about—a scent that immediately sent blood to his
cock, a scent inextricably intertwined with Claire's. Seth must have been
wearing these clothes earlier when he… Quil renewed his assault, pounding at
Seth with his fists, screaming, "I'm supposed to protect her. You're supposed
to protect her."
Seth lay there, accepting the blows, tears sliding down his face. A growing
horror, a feeling he was becoming all too familiar with, was creeping over him.
The heat from their exertions had caused the scent on his clothing to become
overwhelmingly strong. And even as Quil inflicted pain, his naked body on top
of Seth's was pressing down into his cock, gradually causing it to harden.
Quil's movements eventually ceased and he collapsed down on Seth's chest, face
buried in his neck as he took deep shuddering breaths. Seth lay prone
underneath him, struggling not to succumb to the powerful urge to lift his hips
and grind his aching cock against Quil's body. He shivered when he felt Quil's
tongue come out from between his parted lips to lick the skin on Seth's neck,
gasping, "Claire," in an anguished whisper.
Then Quil's hips were moving, pushing down into his own, cock equally as hard.
His mouth was hot and wet, sucking over Seth's skin before burying his face
into the fabric covering Seth's shoulder. Seth gave in to the urge to move,
bucking his hips up into Quil's, grinding their erections together, eyelids
fluttering shut when he heard Quil's guttural groan in response. He tentatively
reached his hands around to rest them on Quil's naked backside, gaining
confidence when Quil responded with a deep moan. Giving in to his urges, he dug
his fingers into Quil's flesh, pulling his hips down toward his as he pushed
upwards.
Their movements became more frantic, hips grinding, bodies pressing, voices
moaning. Quil reached down between them, pushing Seth's pants and underwear
down his thighs to free his erection. Then his hand was around them both,
pressing their flesh together as his snapping hips caused their cocks to slide
with delicious friction. Seth's noises were muffled as Quil covered his mouth
in a bruising kiss, tangling their tongues as their bodies rutted against each
other.
Seth was trembling. He had never even been kissed before and the feeling of
Quil's hot mouth over his, his wet tongue stroking against his, made his head
spin. And when Quil's hand had gripped Seth's cock, he felt the jolt through
his entire body. He had no idea anything could feel this good. His body was
responding almost instinctually, more aroused than he had ever been, hips
pumping, chasing his impending release, desperate to get off. His mind was in
turmoil, conflicted about how it could feel so good, so fucking good, yet feel
so incredibly wrong. First his sister, then Claire, and now another male pack
member. There was something wrong with him; there had to be something wrong
with him.
Shame and confusion combined with intense pleasure as his orgasm overtook him
and he spilled over Quil's fist. Quil followed almost immediately, body jerking
and convulsing as his cock pulsed onto Seth's stomach in thick white spurts.
Seth's horror intensified as he realized Quil was moaning Claire's name over
and over against his skin as he came.
Conditions reported at Quillayute State Airport, WA, July 21st, 2006:
- High Temp: 89.1F
- Low Temp: 50F
- Dewpoint: 54.4F
- Precipitation Amount: 0 Inches
- Observations: n/a
Leah lay tossing and turning on the bed, dressed in only a thin cotton tank and
her underwear. It was the weather, she thought. The temperature had risen
steadily the past few days. Combined with her overheated skin, courtesy of her
shape shifting nature, she had been uncomfortably hot all day. A drop of sweat
slid slowly down her chest between her breasts. Even with the approaching
twilight, the heat was not abating. She felt like she was melting.
This was her night to be on patrol, but she had refused since running into Sam.
Leah had never shirked her duties, not even once, since Sam's imprint on Emily,
but everyone had a limit. She didn't think she could stand to be inside any
else's head right now. Or, more accurately, have them inside hers. Sam hadn't
pushed, and she would have been grateful for the reprieve, were it for any
other reason. As it was, she was still seething from their encounter.
Her anger and mood swings seemed to be getting worse, not better. She had
finally stopped bleeding, even though her body was still acting abnormally, now
producing a discharge that wasn't much of an improvement. Leah knew other women
would laugh at her if she said she missed having her monthly cycle, but its
absence, combined with the strange behavior her body was going through, only
reminded her how much she had lost.
Her lungs felt constricted, as though she couldn't breathe. When she had gone
to the store for her mother the other day, she had seen the reservation with
new eyes—paint peeling, boarded up windows, old banged up vehicles. Everything
looked sad and impoverished, worn down. Tired. Her chest ached when she thought
how it used to be enough. How she used to have everything she needed—the tribe,
their rituals and stories and rich history; her family, their home; Sam and the
promise of the future and a family of their own one day. It had been all she
had ever wanted.
Her throat grew tight. Now the reservation seemed like a prison. There would be
no family, no sitting with her children, listening to tales around the fire.
Employment was scarce, even if she did have any sort of marketable skills. She
had no future here, even as she was now tied to place by duty, bound through
her unwelcome metamorphosis.
A tear slid down her cheek. If the imprint hadn't happened, if only that one
thing hadn't occurred, she would still have been happy. She would be able bear
the loss of her fertility, the intrusive and offensively crude thoughts of the
pack. Maybe she'd feel more like Seth, with his joy of phasing, his love of
being a wolf. If things had been different, maybe she would be able to enjoy
the heightened senses, the strength and speed her new form gave her, her soft
grey fur. If only Emily hadn't come to visit that day…
She flung herself backward on the bed, her head landing on the pillow. These
were useless thoughts. They only served to fuel her anger, to keep it fed and
thriving. They only served to stir her dissatisfaction, her deep unhappiness.
She had been doing so well. She had been maintaining, carrying on. Now every
time she shut her eyes, all she could feel was Sam's body pressed up against
hers, his rough voice in her ear saying he still loved her. How was she
supposed to handle something like that? How was she supposed to try and let him
go?
Being with Sam had always been so easy. From the very first time he slid into
her body, it was as if they fit perfectly. Their first date had ended with a
sweet kiss which had quickly escalated to hot panting breaths and groping hands
before they reluctantly parted, mindful of Leah's parents just inside the
house. On the second date, they hadn't even made it out the door. When Sam came
to pick Leah up, he greeted her with a kiss that left her boneless and melting
and soon had her tugging him toward her bedroom, the house uncharacteristically
empty for the evening.
She hadn't been nervous. Leah trusted him completely. They had been moving
toward this for what seemed like their entire lives. His hands were hot on her
skin, skimming beneath her clothing as his tongue traced fire down her neck.
Then they were naked together, and his head was between her legs, his large
hands spreading her thighs, mouth nuzzling her skin as he made his way from her
knee up her leg. She trembled when he dipped a finger into her wetness, sliding
it up to her clit and circling it gently. His tongue traced the same path
seconds later and her hips jolted off the bed, a cry leaving her mouth.
He was relentless in his actions, one hand gripping her hip to hold her body
still, the other slipping fingers deep into her body as his tongue slid over
her in rhythmic motions, back and forth over her clit, licking and tasting,
circling it steady and slow. When her body tensed, orgasm approaching, he
slipped his fingers back out to bury his face between her legs, plunging his
tongue inside her, lapping at her arousal before dragging his tongue back up to
her clit. Again as she neared her release, he pulled his mouth away from her,
letting her body retreat from the edge. The third time his tongue returned to
her clit, still sliding over her with a methodical devastation, her hands were
on her breasts, rubbing and pinching at her nipples, hips arching off the bed,
aching to increase the pressure as her panting mouth urged him to please not
stop, to never ever stop.
Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, body clenching around his
finger while his tongue continued its rhythmic assault. With each stroke of his
tongue, her body rocked and shuddered until her fist was in his hair, pulling
him away from her sensitive flesh. Then he was moving up her body, kissing and
sucking across her skin until he was right there, and sliding into her in one
deep thrust, swallowing her cry with his mouth. She had been so overwhelmed by
sensations, she hadn't even noticed him putting the condom on.
Sam never stopped moving, pulling out and pushing back in, in that same steady
rhythm as before. Her body still pulsed with the aftershocks of her release and
she held onto his shoulders as each thrust sent spasms of pleasure through her.
He seemed so in control, so easily able to wring these amazing feelings from
her, but she could hear his harsh breath against her neck as he began to lose
himself in her heat, becoming more erratic, pushing deeper with each thrust of
his hips. She placed her mouth on his neck, licking and sucking, tasting his
salty skin, and when she bit lightly down, she felt him driving deep with one
last hard thrust, shuddering and gasping out his pleasure. She had never felt
more powerful in her life.
Leah's hands had drifted over her body as her mind wandered. Sex with Sam had
only gotten better and better. She could let herself fully go; they'd be lost
in each other, holding nothing back. She was so attuned to him that he only had
to look at her with his dark eyes, run a finger slowly up her forearm, and her
breath would hitch and her skin would flush. She'd feel herself growing wet
between her legs. She missed how he could make her feel, how she was still
feeling, just thinking about him.
Angry with herself for letting him continue to affect her, Leah tried to turn
her mind to something else, but her arousal was too intense, already making her
edgy. She could feel the cotton of her tank shifting against nipples, sensitive
and taut; she could feel the dampness of her underwear, completely soaked
through. She could feel the ghost of Sam's hands, holding her wrists above her
head, feel his tongue, licking the inside of her mouth, feel his erection hard
against her.
She groaned, giving in to her need, sliding her hand under the elastic of her
underwear, slicking her clit with her juices. Her other hand played with her
nipples, rubbing and pinching. She pushed two fingers deep inside her, aching
for Sam's thick cock, missing the weight of his body pressing her down, longing
for that feeling of completeness, of being intimately joined. Her fingers moved
again to her clit, rubbing and pressing until she was breathing hard, hips
tilting, seeking more pressure. She remembered the way Sam's tongue felt
licking at her, how his fingers felt, pressing deep inside her, the noises he
made against her skin as he came, and then she was tensing, her body spasming
against her fingers as she shuddered through her orgasm.
Leah pulled her hand out from her underwear and draped her arm over her eyes,
breathing deeply as she let her heart rate return to normal. She wasn't sure
what she had expected, getting off to thoughts of Sam. She supposed she had
wanted a little relief. But instead of feeling satisfied, she felt a throbbing
between her legs, a heated ache. She felt an almost unbearable longing for
more, as if her body knew her own fingers would never be enough to assuage the
want. She needed more.
                                    - -o- -
Conditions reported at Quillayute State Airport, WA, July 22nd, 2006:
- High Temp: 91F
- Low Temp: 57F
- Dewpoint: 58.3F
- Precipitation Amount: 0 Inches
- Observations: n/a
After tossing restlessly half the night, Leah woke late in the morning. Her
sheets were tangled uncomfortably around her legs and her skin was hot and
sticky, the heat of the day already making the air thick and heavy. If it was
this hot this early, she wouldn't be surprised if it hit 90° today. She pulled
on some shorts and stumbled to the kitchen, desperately wanting some coffee,
but it was too fucking hot. Instead, she pulled the pitcher of tea from the
fridge and poured a glass over ice, drinking it down in long continuous gulps.
She was slightly more awake, but her skin still felt overheated. The thought of
a cool shower was appealing, but she decided to go for a run first, before the
day really heated up. Skipping patrol hadn't helped with the tension in her
muscles; a run would probably do her some good.
As her feet pounded the ground beneath her, her thoughts kept returning over
and over to Sam, to the ache left in her body after she got off last night. She
still wanted him. With everything she had. She couldn't stop thinking about
him, couldn't stop fantasizing about a good hard fuck with him. She needed a
good hard fuck; her body, unused to abstinence, craved it. Even so, Leah had
only ever been with Sam.
Maybe that was part of the problem, she mused. Maybe if she fucked someone else
and got new images and sensations to replace the endless loop of Sam in her
head, she could stop obsessing about him, stop wanting him so desperately. She
felt her skin flush.
Her feet abruptly changed direction, heading toward the Blacks'. Jacob answered
the door when she knocked, looking as if she had roused him out of bed. He was
shirtless, in cut off jeans. Desire unfurled in her belly. Yes, this was
definitely what she needed. Leah had always considered Jake to be annoying and
immature, but looking at his sculpted abs, his broad shoulders as he towered
over her, she concluded there was nothing immature about him at all. And he,
out of all the pack members, save Jared, was the only one who didn't regularly
fill her head with graphic sexual images of what he'd like to do with her. He
was still too stuck on the pathetic Swan girl to think about anyone else.
"What do you want, Leah?" he asked with a scowl.
She reached out her hand and laid it flat on stomach, rubbing her palm slowly
up his torso and over his left pectoral, letting her thumb catch on his nipple,
feeling the strong beat of his heart under her fingers. His skin was hot.
He grabbed her wrist, jerking back in surprise. "What are you doing?" His voice
squeaked a little on the end, and she would have laughed if her own heart rate
hadn't picked up and her fingers weren't itching to touch him again.
She reached her other hand out to touch his heated skin. "I want you to fuck
me."
"What?" he squeaked again, eyes wide with shock.
"I want you to fuck me," she said again, looking up at him with dark eyes, her
hand running over his muscled chest.
"You…what…fuck, Leah, you can't just say things like that." He grabbed at her
other wrist to still her hand.
"Why not?"
"You just…fuck—" his words came to a strangled halt as she stepped closer and
leaned into him, running her tongue over his chest. She could hear his
breathing deepen, feel his heart rate climb.
"She's never going to want you, Jacob," Leah mumbled against his skin, lazily
licking his nipple in slow wet circles. "She's going to marry that thing, and
he's going to change her into one of them. She's never going to be yours." She
winced as his grip tightened on her wrists.
She looked up to find him staring at her, eyes dark with pain and anger, yet
also filled with lust as his body reacted to her.
"Shut up," he muttered tersely.
"Are you going to live the rest of your life chasing after someone you can
never have? Denying your body, jerking off to thoughts of someone you've
already lost?" She could feel her words hitting close to home.
"We can help each other," she said in a low seductive voice, gently pulling her
hands out of his grip. He let them go. She reached down to cup his erection
with one hand, noting with satisfaction that he was hard. His eyes closed and
he let out a hiss when she squeezed.
She pushed him backward into the house and he let himself be led to his
bedroom. She pushed him onto the bed and he fell heavily, not protesting when
she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off his legs.
He was big, even bigger than Sam. She felt her stomach clench at the thought of
his cock sliding into her, filling her up. Yes, this was what she needed. This
was exactly what she needed. Jacob was trembling as she ran her hands up his
muscular thighs, slowly and deliberately. He gasped when she leaned over to run
her tongue back over his chest, sucking gently on his nipple. His hands were in
fists at his sides.
She sat back, staring at him, admiring his hard firm body, all muscle and
intrinsic power. She quickly stripped her clothes off and straddled his thighs,
reaching out to grasp his dick in her hand. A surge of lust shot through her at
the moan he let out, his hips jerking in response. She rubbed the leaking pre-
cum over the head of his cock with her thumb, admiring the way it glistened,
slick and shiny.
"She's never going to touch you like this," Leah said, her voice husky. She
watched his face, eyes squeezed tightly shut. "She's never going to suck on
your dick, wrap her tongue around it and try to take it deep down her throat.
You're never going to know the inside of her mouth, or the feel of her wet hot
cunt wrapped tightly around you." His whole body was twitching as he fought to
stay still while Leah talked, stroking her hand up and down his cock, squeezing
and thumbing the ridge of the head.
"Shut up," he whispered in a ragged voice. "Shut the fuck up, Leah." His hands
balled into fists.
"Are you willing to give that up, Jacob? Because I'm not." She shifted up on
her knees, lining up his cock with her body. Using her hand to rub the head of
his cock back and forth over her entrance, she inched down, letting him feel
how wet she was. His eyes remained closed and his hands stayed at his sides,
but she could see the sweat beading on his forehead, see the rise and fall of
his chest, hear the thundering beat of his heart. They both needed this.
His deep guttural groan as she slowly suck down on his thick cock seemed to
ricochet through her bones. He felt so fucking good filling her up, stretching
her wide. Fuck, she had missed the feel of a cock deep inside her. She held
still for a moment, relishing the sensation before she started moving her hips,
lifting off him slowly and sinking back down. Jacob lay there panting and
moaning each time she took him fully in. She could see the moment his
resistance crumbled. His legs widened, knees bending and he shifted up on his
elbows so he could move his hips and thrust up into her. His eyes remained
closed, head tipped back, his lips slightly parted as she ground down on him.
Leah kept her eyes open, watching the way the muscles in his stomach rippled
each time his hips canted upwards, noting the broadness of his shoulders and
the strong column on his neck, memorizing the way the tip of his tongue would
dart out between his full lips to moisten them. He looked nothing like Sam,
skin a shade lighter, not as stocky or compact. Jacob didn't fuck like Sam
either, who would never have been content to let her remain in control. By now
Sam's hand would have been digging into her hips, lifting her and lowering her
over his cock. His thumb would have found her clit and would have slid into her
wetness before sliding up and rubbing against it. He would have leaned up to
reach her chest with his mouth, sucking a nipple between his lips and scraping
it between his teeth. Instead, Jacob was all cock, long and thick, pumping up
into her in an increasingly faster rhythm.
Shaking thoughts of Sam from her mind angrily, Leah concentrated on Jacob, on
his hot deep thrusts, pushing inside her and filling her up. She didn't need
Sam. She could have Jacob or any other man she chose. Leah reached behind her,
caressing his balls, feeling the rumble of his vocal response throughout her
entire body. She pressed her fingers against the side of his cock as it slid in
and out of her heat, slicking them with her moisture. Then she brought her hand
back around to her clit and pressed against it as she rocked over his beautiful
body. Her other hand was on his chest for leverage as they moved together,
grinding against each other.
She shut her eyes now, focusing on the feel of his thick cock pounding into her
body, her fingers working over her clit. The tension was building to an almost
unbearable level as she sought her release. He felt so good; she was almost
there. Sweat was dripping down her neck as her hips moved ever faster. She
didn't need Sam, didn't need his strong hands on her body, his hot breath in
her ear. Leah tensed as she cried out with the force of her orgasm, her body
shuddering over Jacob, her elbow giving out as she fell forward on his chest.
As her hot cunt spasmed against his cock, he roared out his climax, neck
straining as he pumped out his release in short jerky thrusts. Then he
collapsed backwards, breathing heavily.
Leah lay on his chest for a few more minutes before sitting back up, his cock
still insider her, thick and engorged, though gradually softening. She watched
his chest rise and fall and ran a finger down his stomach, hot and sweaty and
twitching under her touch, wishing his beautiful form could exorcise the images
battering at the edges of her consciousness.
Inexplicably, she was angry at Jacob, angry that he passively let her take her
pleasure, angry that he didn't participate fully enough to keep thoughts of Sam
from creeping in while they fucked. She lashed out in the way she knew would
hurt the most.
"You'll never have that with Bella Swan."
She felt him tense under her.
"Get the fuck out, Leah," he said, voice deadly soft.
She pushed aside the wave of shame and lifted herself from his body, feeling
his cock slide out of her. A drop of his cum dripped down her thigh. After
pulling on her clothes she paused in the doorway, wanting to apologize for her
cruelty. Jacob lay flat on his back, his arm over his face.
As she hesitated, he added a soft, "Now," and she turned to go.
The heat had become even more unbearable as she left the shade of the trees
surrounding the Blacks'. Sweat trickled down her temples, her chest, the back
of her neck. It was too hot to continue her run. She was thirsty and felt
sticky and uncomfortable, not having had a chance to clean herself up after
fucking Jacob.
Even worse, apart from the lingering guilt she felt from her parting jab to
Jacob, she didn't get the relief she had expected. The orgasm was intense and
pleasurable, but now that the initial rush had worn off, she felt unsatisfied.
She needed… something. Not Sam. No, she didn't need him, even if she had been
unable to keep him entirely out of her head. Her body craved… more.
Her path had taken her to the edge of town and she stopped at the gas station,
slipping into the rest room to splash some water on her face. She cupped her
hands under the faucet and brought it to her lips, drinking down the tepid
water. After taking the edge off her thirst, she looked in the stall and was
unsurprised to see there was no toilet tissue. The paper towel dispenser was
empty as well. She sighed was about to leave when the outside door swung open.
She hadn't even realized she left it unlocked.
Paul stood there, his arm against the jam, shoulders filling the doorway, a
dark looming shadow against the bright sun behind him.
"What the fuck, Paul?" she said in an irritated voice.
"So you're fucking Jacob now? Is that the way it is?" he snarled.
"What? How could you even know that? Not that it's any of your fucking
business."
"I can smell him on you. I could smell you a block away." He stepped into the
bathroom and shut the door behind him, turning the latch.
"Fuck off, Paul," she said, trying to push past him.
"I don't think so," he said, pinning her against the wall with his chest. The
situation was far too reminiscent of her recent encounter with Sam; her rage
boiled.
"Get the fuck off me."
He reached a hand up to her throat, holding her jaw in a firm grip. "If you're
putting out for the rest of the pack now, you could do a lot better than that
pussy whipped pup."
"Who I fuck or don't fuck is none of your business," she spat.
"Isn't it?" he asked. His face was close against hers, and he ran his nose
along the side of her cheek. She struggled to turn her head, but his hand held
her still.
"All this time," he whispered in her ear, breath hot against her face, "having
to watch you and Sam fucking every which way, day in and day out. You're
finally free of him and Jacob's who you pick? He could never give you what you
need."
Leah shut her eyes against the sudden onslaught of feelings—the hot breath in
her ear, his strong body, hard against her. She could feel his erection
pressing into her hip. Her nipples hardened under her shirt as she took in a
deep ragged breath. Paul was such a complete and total asshole, but fuck if she
wasn't turned on. They had never gotten along, but that didn't mean she was
unaware of how unbelievably hot he was.
Her breathing became shallow as she tried to will her body not to respond. His
voice continued in her ear.
"I bet Jacob had no idea what to do with a hot piece of ass like you. You
probably had to do all the work, while he just lay there, feeling guilty or
some such bullshit."
Leah almost laughed at how accurate Paul's assessment was. When he took the
lobe of her ear between his teeth, biting down, she sucked in a breath.
"I know what you want, Leah." His hand snaked down under the elastic of her
shorts, slipping inside her underwear. Two of his fingers dipped straight into
her wetness and her knees trembled. He pulled them back out, sliding them
across her clit as he pulled his hand slowly from her shorts. She shivered.
"I can give you what you need." He brought his hand up to her face, fingers
slick from her body, and rubbed them across her cheek, smearing her skin with
her own juices. Then he brought his mouth over, licking her cheek clean with
his hot tongue.
As he continued to trace a trail of wet heat down to her neck, sucking and
biting, his hand reached back down between her legs, rubbing her wetness over
her clit in slow circles until she was making small desperate noises in the
back of her throat. He pressed the thumb of his other hand, still at her neck,
into the hollow at the base of her throat, feeling the vibrations. Her mouth
opened in surprise and he immediately took advantage by covering her lips with
his own and plunging his tongue inside her mouth.
Angry at her traitorous body, Leah, bit down on his lip, tasting the coppery
flavor as she broke skin. Paul reared back his head with a curse, grinding his
erection into her with a slow thrust of his hips.
"Fuck you," Leah spat, eyes flashing.
"That's the idea," Paul snarled back, jaw clenched as he grabbed the fabric of
her shorts and tugged it down her legs. He pushed it past one of her knees,
then grabbed the back of her leg, pulling it free, letting her shorts and
underwear tangle around her other ankle.
Leah struggled against him, hitting and pushing at his shoulders. His hand went
to his waist, popping the buttons on his jeans and pushing them down his hips.
His cock sprang out, hard and red, its tip shiny with pre-cum.
He grabbed her leg behind her knee again, lifting it up to hip level.
"I'm going to fuck you unless you tell me right this second to stop," he
growled.
Leah glared at him, panting heavily. Her response was to spit in his face.
Paul gave an angry roar as he lined up his cock with her entrance, pushing in
with one hard thrust.
"This is what you want, isn't it, Leah?" he growled in her ear, slamming her
back against the wall with another deep thrust. "You want it hard and dirty and
a little bit rough." He punctuated his words with a sharp bite to her neck,
hard enough to bruise the skin. His hand was up her shirt, then he yanked it up
over her head. He squeezed her newly freed breast, pinching her nipple as he
pumped into her. Her spine pressed painfully against the concrete wall of the
bathroom.
She responded by digging her fingernails into his shoulders and dragging them
through his skin, even while her hips bucked against him, seeking to take his
cock deeper.
Paul roared out in pain, pulling out of her body and away from her hands.
"You fucking bitch," he ground out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and twisting
it, while pushing her down, so that she was forced to her knees. "That's
exactly how you deserve to be treated then, fucked like a bitch."
He shoved her forward so that she was on her hands and knees, then he was
behind her, pushing in hard and deep, one hand gripping her hip, the other
still fisted in her hair. He pounded harder and one of her arms buckled and she
fell forward onto her elbow.
"That's how you like it, isn't it, Leah? You want it hard and fast, don't you?
You love the way my cock feels, drilling you."
She panted, little soft cries leaving her mouth in rhythm to his movements. Her
hips pushed backwards against him, taking him as deep and as hard as she could.
His hips bucked back and forth, the force of his movements causing her ass to
jiggle with each thrust. Paul released her hair when he realized she was no
longer fighting and used his hands to spread her ass cheeks apart, watching his
cock disappearing and reappearing as he slid in and out of her hot hole. He
loved seeing his dick all slick and glistening; she was so fucking wet. He slid
a finger into her alongside his cock, loving the grunt of pleasure she gave and
the shudder across her back as she ground back against him.
"You like that, don't you? Like feeling stretched and filled? I bet you'll like
this too then," he said as he removed his slick finger from her cunt and
pressed it slowly into her asshole. He could feel her openings spasming around
him as she took him in, her low groan resonating through him.
"Good girl," he praised. "Look at you, so wet and open, so eager for my cock."
Her hand reached between her legs to rub her clit. "That's right," he
continued. "You can't wait to get off, so fucking hot for my cum."
His finger pushed deeper into her ass, his other hand digging into her skin,
hard enough to bruise. "What would Sam think if he could see you now? On your
knees in a filthy bathroom, practically begging to be fucked like a dirty
whore. I can feel how much you want it, dripping wet and eager." His thrusts
were building speed, words coming out harsh and panting. "I bet you wish that
wasn't my finger, but another fat cock up your ass. I bet you'd love one shoved
down your throat too, gagging you, plugging you up from all sides. You'd like
that, wouldn't you, Leah, to be filled from all directions, to be used and
fucked by three cocks at once, like a greedy fucking slut? That would show Sam,
wouldn't it?"
Paul felt Leah's muscles contracting around his cock as she came, her cries
loud in the small enclosed room. He felt her trembling, coming undone at his
words. She looked incredible, ass in the air, face bowed down, shaking with the
force of her orgasm. He grunted as he came, pulling out his finger to grasp her
hips in both his hands, holding her body against his cock as he emptied into
her, pulsing deep. When he was done, he pulled out, watching his cum drip out
her cunt and down her inner thigh. He caught a drop with his finger, swiping it
up the crevice of her ass, pushing his wet finger back into her asshole. She
gave another keening cry, body shuddering.
He twisted his finger for a moment, wringing a few more cries from her,
enjoying watching her continue to respond to his touch. Then he removed his
finger, stood up and started fastening his pants.
"That's a good look on you," he said. "Used and spent and dripping with my
cum."
He laughed as her shoulders immediately tensed. She struggled to stand on her
shaky legs, eyes blazing.
"Fuck you," she spat.
"So soon? You really are greedy for it, aren't you?"
She flew at him in a rage, wanting to rip that cocky sneer right off his face.
He caught her arms easily as she tried to claw at him, using his strength to
press her body against the wall. She struggled against him futilely before
ceasing her efforts, panting and glaring.
"I think we've definitely established you like it a little rough."
She wrenched a hand free and went for his face again.
"Uh uh," he chided. "As eager as you seem to be for round two, I'm going to
have to take a rain check. I've got to meet up with Sam."
Leah stilled at his words. Paul moved his body against her one last time,
slowly and sensuously, the rough cotton of his tee shirt rubbing across her
breasts. She hated her response, nipples hardening, heat pooling in her
stomach. His mouth was on her neck, right under her ear and her eyes fluttered
shut as his teeth nipped at her skin.
"I'll tell him you said hi," he whispered, hot in her ear. Then he was gone,
his laughter echoing behind him as she stood naked and trembling alone in the
bathroom.
Hands shaking, Leah pulled on her clothes, trying not to think about Sam
smelling her scent all over Paul. She shouldn't care. He had no claim on her
anymore. She could do whatever she wanted. Fuck whomever she chose. It was none
of his business anymore.
The sun was blazing even higher in the sky as she made her way home. This had
to be the hottest day of the year. At the thought of spending the afternoon in
their small stuffy home, trying to keep cool with the breeze of an old fan, she
changed her route, heading instead toward the beach. It would be a long walk in
the hot sun, but she didn't want to phase and risk encountering one of the
pack. It'd be worth it though, to strip off her sweaty clothes and dive into
the surf.
Leah's entire body seemed to respond to the idea of a swim. As she anticipated
the feel of the water surrounding her, caressing every inch of her skin, the
feel of hot sand under her feet, her nipples tightened and she flushed in the
sun. She grew agitated as she realized that her encounter with Paul hadn't done
any more to assuage the aching want in her gut than fucking Jacob had. It was
as if there were coals in her belly, keeping her filled with a slow burning
need.
She smelled Jacob before she saw him. Her hand reached up absentmindedly to cup
her breast. Leah rolled her nipple between her fingers, feeling it harden as
she remembered his thick beautiful cock. Her lips parted, breathing becoming
shallow, as she waited for him to come into view. A flash of fur raced through
the trees and then he was in front of her, naked and beautiful—tall and
hard—all strength and power. She wanted to push him backward onto the ground
and climb right on top of his dick.
Jacob's eyes, dark and hungry, locked with hers, and they both moved toward
each other. Before they could meet, another flash of fur darted between them
and there was Paul, phasing to human, blocking Jacob's approach.
"Get the fuck out of the way, Paul."
"You're not man enough for her."
"She came looking for me today. Not you. She wants me. She sought me out."
"You were obviously a disappointment because she was begging for my cock before
your spunk had even dried."
The two of them were chest to chest, spitting insults at each other, fighting
over her like a juicy bone. Leah was aware of a growing audience as more of the
pack joined them, observing Jacob and Paul's argument.
As she watched the two of them circle each other, posturing and posing, Paul's
words from earlier rang through her head, about being filled from all
directions, being fucked by three cocks at once. She imagined riding Jacob's
dick again, but this time, Paul would be behind her, pushing her forward,
shoving his cock up her ass. She could smell the arousal of the rest of the
pack and she willed one of them to phase back to human so she could suck on a
cock at the same time. Her thighs clenched, lust clouding her thoughts.
"Both," she whispered, head still full of images Paul had put in her mind.
They broke apart, startled. "What?"
"I want you both to fuck me."
The words were barely out of her mouth before Paul was grabbing her arm and
pulling her to him, mouth crashing down on hers. She gasped in surprise and he
took advantage of her parted lips by pushing his tongue into her mouth, hot and
wet and devouring. His hand had immediately slipped under the elastic of her
shorts and he was fingering her, rubbing against her clit, pulling soft cries
from her throat. Jacob was pushing against her back, bending his knees to slide
his thick cock against the crevice of her ass, scraping his teeth against the
back of her neck, hands sliding up her sides to her breasts. This wasn't
exactly how she had pictured it, but it didn't matter; she didn't care whose
cock was in which hole. At their touch, desire crashed over her, turning her
legs to jelly. She felt the eyes of the pack on them as their large hulking
forms circled closer, high pitched whines coming from their throats. Knowing
they were all watching made her burn even more. And when Leah thought of Sam
showing up, watching as Jacob and Paul fucked her, she practically shook, her
arousal surging into a blazing conflagration.
Then almost as if she had conjured him with her very thoughts, she heard an
unmistakable deep growl and turned to see a huge dark shadow bounding toward
them. Sam stopped feet from them, hackles raised, as he barked out a warning to
Jacob and Paul. Jacob pulled back, but Paul tugged her even closer, eliciting
an even more ferocious response from Sam. His muscles bunched as he prepared to
leap and then Paul was shoving her aside, phasing mid air, and clashing with
Sam in a frenzy of teeth and fur. When they landed, Sam turned toward Jacob and
lunged again, meeting in another snarl of savage growls and bared teeth.
The three wolves tussled on the ground, biting and rolling, moving in a
monstrous blur of power and muscle. When they barreled too close to her, she
phased, quickly moving out of the way. She was immediately plunged into the
minds of the pack, agitated and aroused, full of images of her being fucked—on
her knees, impaled on Jacob's cock, writhing under Sam. The packs' whines grew
more frantic as her own fantasies of being taken by three cocks at once joined
the display.
She vaguely registered Seth, his mind a whirl of shame and confusion from his
arousal, unable to stop himself from responding to the images of his sister
being taken by three different men. His distress began to reach an
uncomfortable level before his thoughts suddenly disappeared, his panicked
decision to phase back to human a relief to Leah. Jared's mind likewise
flickered out as he resolved to find Kim for his own sexual relief. The others,
however, were closing in on Leah, sniffing the air, circling her hungrily.
Sam was too busy with Jacob and Paul, trying to stake his claim, to pay
attention to the junior members of the pack. With a ferocious growl, he lunged
for them both, physically herding them away from Leah. She heard their loud
yelps of pain as his teeth sunk through skin, his attacks becoming more
aggressive and dangerous. Their cries faded from hearing as he chased them into
the woods, far and fast.
Once the three fighting pack members had departed, Leah became more aware of
the remaining wolves, all of whom were now nuzzling her body with their noses,
lifting her tail to smell between her legs, rubbing their flanks alongside her
own. She flicked her tail to the side, letting them see how wet and swollen she
was, how ready she was, how much she wanted to mate. Her tongue lolled out of
her mouth, dripping saliva as she panted in the heat. Need consumed her.
Do it, she told Embry. Fuck me.
The others whined loudly in response, their pacing and nuzzling becoming more
intense.
Leah heard his hesitation, his wondering about how Sam would react, what Jacob
would think, and urged him on. I want this. And I know you want this. I want
you to fuck me. I need this… She let out a high pitched whine.
Embry's resistance crumbled and he was on her, mounting her with his front legs
around her hips and his penis pushing into her, expanding as it sunk into her
wet heat and she clamped around him.
Fuck, he panted, overwhelmed at the sensations rushing through him. Fuck.
He rutted against her, pelvis bucking into her fast and hard. Yes, just like
that, Leah said, standing without resistance, allowing him to pump into her.
Quil, Brady and Collin circled around, noses pressing wherever they could
reach. Quil was behind Embry, his wet tongue lapping at his rectum and Leah
could hear Embry coming apart in her head. She watched herself being fucked
through their eyes, their excitement reaching a fevered pitch when they felt
her consent to their eager wondering about whether they would be next.
Embry's movements sped up and he jerked erratically as he spilled his seed
inside her, groaning out a string of expletives in her head. Then he was out of
her and Quil was taking his place, pushing in with an angry thrust. His draped
himself over her back, his jaws gripping the back of her neck. She could feel
his anger, blaming her for some incident with Claire. Leah wasn't interested in
probing his thoughts for more; she was only interested in the dick that was
filling her up, locked inside her, his angry movements driving him deep. Yes,
she thought. Fuck me harder. As hard as you want. This was exactly what she
needed.
She watched Brady and Collin rubbing up against each other, letting out small
yips of encouragement, the scent of their arousal heavy in the air. They echoed
Leah's directives, urging Quil to give her what she wanted, to fuck her good.
Their teenage enthusiasm was contagious and Quil responded with a growl,
gripping her sides with his forearms as he pounded into her.
That's it, she prompted. Harder. Harder. He let loose another deep growl and he
was coming inside her, hips jerking in short thrusts. When he pulled out, Brady
and Collin were immediately there, both trying to mount her at the same time.
They scuffled and after a sharp yelp, Collin was on her, awkwardly trying to
get his dick into her hole. His movements were too sloppy and eager to be
accurate. The others laughed at his inexperience, but his momentary
embarrassment disappeared the minute he found her dripping cunt and his dick
was embraced in her wet heat. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for with
his grateful response, full of wonder and amazement that he was actually
getting to do this. That she was not only letting him fuck her, but was getting
off on it too, if her mental encouragement was any indication.
He didn't last long, coming with a strangled howl that would have had Brady
laughing if he weren't already pacing behind them, impatiently waiting his
turn. As soon as Collin finished, Brady was on her, quieter and more focused,
but no less grateful and full of awe. Leah inwardly cringed when she realized
she preferred Paul's rough handling and Quil's angry thrusts.
How could it be possible that she was still feeling dissatisfied, with Brady
being the fourth one in a row to fuck her? Yet she still burned inside, wanting
more. Leah felt a tremble of excitement, a hum down to her bones, when a
familiar growl sounded through the trees. She registered Brady's shiver of fear
and his panting breath as he came, then his yelp as an enraged Sam forcibly
removed him from Leah's haunches.
He snarled and snapped at the four pack members, warning them away. Leah's
desire flared, but so did her fury. He had no fucking right to tell any of them
to stay away. That was her choice, not his.
Sam turned toward her and she saw the intent in his eyes. She snarled at him,
angry at her body for betraying her when her tail remained up, exposing her
need. With another furious growl, he had his teeth at her neck and had mounted
her, his dick plunging into her and filling her up. She tried not to respond,
but her body shuddered with relief and locked on tight, his huge cock giving
her the satisfaction that none of the others had been able to provide.
Aware of her thoughts, he gloated in her ear. This is exactly what you want,
isn't it, Lee Lee. Only my cock can make you feel this way. It doesn't matter
how many others you fuck, like the bitch in heat that you are. You're mine.
She tried to twist away, but his teeth sunk further into her neck, holding her
still.
I hate you, she spat.
You've got a funny way of showing it, with your cunt hot and open for me. I can
feel how much you want this.
She raged, but was unable to deny her body's response. His huge dick felt so
good and she'd give anything if she could really be his again.
But it was never going to be.
Get the fuck off me, she seethed as she renewed her struggles.
Stop it. You don't mean that. You're mine, Lee Lee. You'll always be mine, he
insisted, giving her a shake beneath his heavy jowls.
She could feel his anger flaring again as he thrust into her harder and faster.
I do mean it. I want you to stay the fuck away from me.
She cried out with a yelp as he responded with a tightening of his jaws on her
skin. He pumped into her even faster, while letting loose a steady stream of
commentary.
He was furious. They can fuck you, but they'll never own you like I do. You're
mine, body, mind, and soul. I can see everything in your head. Everything. I
can see everything in your heart; I know how you feel. His pace increased once
again.
I can command your body. If I tell you to kneel and suck my cock, you're going
to kneel and suck my cock, and there's nothing at all you can do about it;
you're just going to fall on your knees, because I've told you to. She could
feel him getting off on the thought of using his Alpha power to force her to do
his bidding.
His body was strong and powerful over hers. He felt too good thrusting into
her. She had missed his voice, his touch. She shivered at the thought of
kneeling at his feet, taking his thick cock down her throat. Why couldn't she
stop wanting him? Anger warred with despair.
That's right, he said as his movements became erratic, his release immanent.
Mine. Body, mind, and soul.
Fuck you, she spat as she phased to human form, ejecting him from her head as
his orgasm ripped through him. His teeth broke through the skin at her neck and
she screamed as her vagina tore, her human body far too small to accommodate
his huge wolf cock. He howled as his seed pulsed into her, mixing with her
blood, and she fought to remain conscious through the pain.
After he was done, he eased out of her battered body, hovering over her bloody
form. He whimpered as he nudged at her prone body, sniffing at the blood
dripping down her neck. He tentatively licked at it, watching as her
accelerated healing abilities started closing the wound. He cleaned off her
neck and shoulders with his tongue, then used his huge wolf head to turn her
over onto her back.
Using his nose, he pushed her legs apart, giving another plaintive whine at the
sight of even more blood. He used his tongue again, cleaning it from her body,
licking her inner thighs and lapping at the juncture between her legs.
Leah's low moans turned from pain to pleasure as Sam's huge tongue swept over
her cunt, licking and sliding, tasting everything. Like the wound at her neck,
her body was repairing itself, closing the jagged tears. Her heart raced and
her breathing became shallow as she responded to his agile tongue. She opened
her legs wider, canting her hips up, seeking more of his wet rough touch. As
his tongue stroked her body, she knew he was tasting not only her blood, but
the semen of the six other pack members she had mated with that day. That
thought pushed her over the edge and she was coming against his tongue, back
arching off the ground, ragged cries leaving her mouth.
Her body shuddered again as Sam gave one last long lick, then he was phasing
back to human, collapsing on his back by her side, and they lay there, spent
and exhausted. Leah was vaguely aware of the other pack members circling around
them, their pacing agitated.
She was too tired to protest as a wet nose nudged against her skin, sniffing
and whining with excitement.
                                   The End.
End Notes
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