A/N: We don't own it, can't claim it... But we do like lighting the hoops on fire before they jump!
Thanks to October Skies for your mad beta skills- you spanked it straight!
Once they reached the forest, Leah melded her lips to Ry's. She kissed him with abandon, begging to feel more than nothing. When the realization dawned on her that there wasn't going to be any great passion between them, she wrenched away from his embrace. "I'm sorry. There's just- it's not there. Nothing. I feel- I feel nothing." Her confusion and frustration dripped from her words.
Ry advanced on her, his eyes gleaming like a predator, "Don't be a tease, honey."
"First of all, I'm not your honey. Second of all, didn't your momma teach you that no means no?"
"You won't be saying no for long," Ry said, as his hands reached for her and pulled her into his chest, his lips attacking her throat- teeth grazing and leaving marks. One arm clutched her to his chest, while the other grabbed at her breast.
"Damn you, you bastard! Stop!" Leah shouted, trying not to hurt the idiot as she extracted herself.
Sensing another presence, Leah's eyes darted around, looking for the other person. Finally spotting Paul, she relaxed until she saw the rage turning his handsome face into a mask of hate.
Paul hands gripped the back of Ry's shirt as he lifted him off of his feet. "Listen here, you little fucker. You will leave. You will not look at or think of MY girl again. If I catch sight of you within a hundred yards of her, I'll tear you limb from limb. Understand?" Paul dropped him to the forest floor and turned his attention to Leah. He needed to make sure his mate was unharmed.
Scrambling to his feet, Ry's lips curled in contempt, "I'm not afraid of you. Hit me with your best shot," not giving Paul a chance to face him, Ry rushed. Paul's werewolf abilities kicked in and he spun quickly enough to block Ry's punch and to give him a swift right hook to the jaw. The sound of the bone shattering rent the night air.
"Get the fuck out of here...NOW!" Paul screamed in anger.
Clutching his jaw, tears seeping from his eyes, Ry dashed back to the party.
Leah watched the retreating form until it was back amid the party goers. Turning on Paul, she unleashed her fury, "I had that under control! Asswipe!"
Paul just nodded as he turned on her with fire in his eyes. His chest heaved and his face twisted into a silent snarl. "Did you like it?" he asked as he slowly walked around her.
"Did I like what? Ry trying to molest me? Are you on drugs?"
"Did you like another man's hands on your skin, Leah?"
She huffed in frustration, "No, I did not like felling Ry's clammy fucking hands groping me. I was trying not to hurt him. Unlike you. Dammit, Paul! Why?"
"You were made for ME." Paul growled before roughly shoving her into a tree. Paul's eyes bore in to hers for a moment before he leaned down and buried his face in her neck. He placed his body against hers completely, growling at the feel of her. "No one else can make you feel like this Leah."
Her breath hitched. HIs body was tall and strong against hers. She couldn't pretend that he didn't affect her in some way. The scent of her arousal was strong in her own nose. She knew he could smell it made her so angry that he could make her feel like that. She hated him for it. Shoving him hard, she slapped him across the face. "I did NOT say you could touch me either!"
"Tell me you don't want me to touch you," Paul said, moving closer to her.
"I-I-I... I don't... I can't... I- fuck! I can't think straight. This is too much. It's all too much. I just... DAMN IT!" Leah paced back and forth, her hands tugging her hair as she raged.
"STOP...thinking," He said grabbing her around the waste. "Just feel...feel me." He placed both of her arms over his shoulders and just stared into her eyes.
Her hands wound around his neck of their own accord. She stared, mesmerized, into his eyes. Her lids felt heavy as she gazed at him. The attraction was undeniable. "I don't want to, Paul," she whispered, afraid to be loud and break the spell.
"You don't have to be afraid of me...I would never...could never hurt you," he whispered back. "Just give me a shot." He watched her carefully, wanting to lean in for the kiss but afraid to scare her off.
She let out a small chuckle. "I'm not afraid of you. I don't know why. I should be, but I'm not. You'd never hurt me physically. It's the emotional part that scares me. I feel it, I do. But I-" her eyes closed and she looked down, trying to gather her thoughts so she could explain herself.
Before Leah could find the words, Paul's lips were against hers. Leah melted into Paul and kissed him back. It was unlike any kiss she'd ever had. Her body fit into his like they were made for each other. Made for each other? They were NOT made for each other!
She wrenched her lips from his and slapped him again, the sound ringing through the forest. Her chest heaved with her anger. Her skin rippled, she was pissed as hell at having ANOTHER choice taken from her. She closed her eyes and tried to find her calm. It was useless. She exploded into her wolf.
Paul responded with a growl, his body humming with a slight tremble. A smirk played on his lips as a mischievous glint entered his eye. "I love it when you fight." He growled before shredding his skin. "Come to daddy," he said as he waited for Leah's charge.
"Dude...are you...going to FIGHT your imprint?" Quil thought.
"I don't think this is a good idea Paul," Embry thought, agreeing with Quil.
"Mind your own business guys. I can handle this!" Leah said through the pack mind.
"Shut the fuck up and phase...now...and keep your mouths shut!" Paul thought angrily.
"Handle me...can't wait," Paul thought smugly.
"Heh, in your dreams. You are so full of yourself, "Leah said, but a flash of her shower crossed her mind.
Paul was momentarily distracted as he caught the image from Leah. He imagined himself joining her, replacing her hands with his. Leah took advantage of his momentary distraction and jumped behind him to bite his flank. Her mouth dripped with blood, but she felt his pain. She couldn't bring herself to bite him again.
"I know you can do better than that Clearwater," Paul gloated as he charged at her playfully.
"What? But- I hurt you. I felt your pain. You aren't pissed at me? You're not gonna fuck me up?" Leah asked.
"I love the way you bite," he said, winking at her with his mind's eye.
She couldn't help but chuff a laugh at him. Her mind calm, she sat back and phased back. Standing bare before him, she didn't bother to hide her nakedness. The wolf in front of her howled before becoming a man. A naked man, who was staring at her as though she was sex on legs. Paul growled as he grabbed her by the back of her thighs throwing her legs around his waist, as he slammed her into a tree.
The bark pricked her skin and turned her on. Her senses were filled with all things Paul. His scent, the sound of his breath, heavy in her ear, the sight of his strong body, the feel of his perfectly sculpted muscles under her fingertips. She could still taste him on her lips. Her tongue darted out for another taste. She pressed her body to his, reveling in his heat. Leah brought her head to his shoulder and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his muskiness. He smelled of the forest: wild and feral.
Her face buried deeper into his nape and her tongue flicked out to taste him. The salty flavor of his skin brought a moan ripping from her throat. She shivered as he growled in response. She rubbed her body against his, trying to elicit a bigger response from him. She felt success when he flung her to the forest floor and covered her body with his. His lips found hers in a feral kiss- the animals within barely leashed beneath the surface. Paul's hands expertly roamed Leah's form, burning her skin with each pass. She was amazed at how prominent her nipples became under the intense heat of his hands. His head dropped to her neck and he left a trail of molten lava down to the valley between her legs, nipping her with his teeth as he went. He grabbed her legs and spread them wildly for her, smirking as he heard her breath catch. He rolled his tongue across the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, breathing his hot breath across her clit -teasing her- before continuing to the other thigh.
Leah whimpered and squirmed, pulling her lip between her teeth to keep from pleading. When Paul could feel her trembles grow and he knew he had her right where he wanted her, he stroked his tongue up her slit slowly, lavishing in the sweet taste of her. His grip on her thighs tightened as he had found his prize; his head swam as she assaulted all five of his senses- intoxicating him. The taste of her spurring him on, his tongue began to probe her center with rigor.
Her cries of pleasure becoming too much, he had to restrain himself from slamming in to the hilt, until he saw this through. Her fingernails dug into his skin, breaking it open as they dragged down his shoulders. Her voice grew louder as she climbed higher and higher. Leah, unable to contain herself any longer, screamed his name.
"Fuck, Leah." Paul growled, quickly returning to lapping at her juices. Leah shouted his name as he sucked her clit into his mouth and drank her in as she exploded. Leah screamed loud into the night without a care for who heard.
Paul lifted his head with a triumphant smirk. Leah's entire body shook and quivered with the force of her orgasm. Her chest heaved and her eyes were clamped shut, until she felt him position himself at her entrance. Two things happened at once: Leah's eyes flew open and the sound of feet crashing through the forest reached both Paul and Leah's ears. Before they had a moment to react, Seth came barreling through the trees, Sam hot on his heels.
Seth and Sam had been discussing Seth's feelings and concerns about becoming a wolf when they heard Leah's screams. Sam could smell the sex pouring from the woods a hundred yards away. He scrunched his nose and tried mouth breathing. It was no better. He could taste it.
When the pair broke through the trees, Paul had jumped up to crouch in front of Leah, trying to protect his mate from any threat. Leah, realizing she was still naked, tried to shield herself from Sam's eyes by hiding behind Paul.
"God Leah. You guys made it smell like a brothel here," Sam said
Seth pulled his shirt off and extended his hand to Leah, offering it to her. Gratefully she took it and hurriedly slipped it on. Once it was settled around her curves, Seth turned and ran. His embarrassment evident in the flamed cheeks he sported before he fled.
"Seth! Wait! Please, can we talk about this?" Leah called out.
"It's alright, little girl. I'll go talk to him," Paul told her. She nodded her thanks, sighing when he kissed her forehead before leaving their little love den.
"In the forest...really, Leah?" Sam asked, disgusted.
"Well, we are wild animals now. Why the hell not? And besides, it's your business HOW?" Leah was angry, enraged at Sam's condescending attitude.
"I just...this isn't you. What happened to not wanting this?" Sam asked a little more softly. "Now you're screwing him in the dirt?"
"Well, it's not like we have much choice, remember? Destiny, fate, planets aligning, ordained by the spirits shit?"
"You have all of the choice Leah! HE imprinted. He'll be whatever you need from him. A friend, a brother...doesn't have to be a lover."
"Wait? Are you for real? So Emily had all the power to turn you away? That's rich. Get the hell away from me. NOW!" Leah screamed as her body trembled with rage. "I better not see that woman for a while or I swear to Taha Aki, Sam..." Her eyes glowed feral in the moon's light. Her fist shot out as she broke Sam's nose and pummeled his ribs. "Damn you! Stay the hell away from me!" Gaining control, she closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe evenly. Remembering the feel of Paul's hands on her, she turned and phased to run home.
A/N: So... A lot happened this chapter. How do you think Paul handled the situation with Ry? And Sam let the truth out about Emily and her wicked ways... lol... Let us know what you think!