Fic - Heat [1/2]

[arcadianmaggie]

Title: Heat
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Leah/Sam, Leah/Jacob, Leah/Other
Warnings: contains graphic content and possible triggers. Please read AN below
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~16,700
Disclaimer: No profit was made from the writing of this story. All creative rights to the characters and recognizable elements belong to their original creator(s) and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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 below.
Author's Note: I can't thank my beta, otta_ff, 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: 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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Heat - Part 1

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.

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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.


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