MS: Hey everybody! :) Brand new fic hereee, second attempt at the twi-universe haha. I'm sure if you're reading this, that you followed my fic Before The Storm; which is AMAZING with support thanks sooo much guys :) Now I'm back with a treat ;)

This fic, little warning here; is NOT suited to those under the age of.. Maturity and puberty. It's nothing but the rawwww sex and lust and maybe just a hint of humor and romance. I also went about writing this a different way. Yah see guys a few months ago I offered readers of BTS a chance to do a sex-oriented survey about the guys of the wolfpack; andddd I tallied their results. This fic is based on those results :) I asked every 'it goes there' question that could exist in someone's sexual mind, so hopefully this fic is pretty accurate at how you all think the guys would react when the lights go down ;) Each chapter of this fic will 'feature' Leah and another member of the wolfpack getting down and dirty; some with kink, some with brutality and some that are just cute.

Basically, it's gonna be non-stop sexfest. And no I do not care if you think Leah's a slut in this fic :) Because if I were Leah and the whole love triangle/daddy death happened to me, I'd be making my way through every single piece of hot ass in La Push as well; and so would you so don't deny it. :) Now at the head of each chapter, along with an author's note, there will be a timestamp and a list of the survey questions that had that specific male as 'winner' of the poll.

Now I'd like to list the authors who helped me with the survey: FreakForSmut, MissCrys, Dance-into-Twilight, Notashamedtobesoilyfan, jblc77, Malchik(.)Gei(.), and RenesmeeCarlieBlackxo. YOU GUYS KICK ASS. I'd also like to thank my beta, StealthLiberal :) Couldn't have done this without you girl!

So now for the first chapter... I bring you Jacob. ;)

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Who do you think has the Biggest Cock? (Tie between Jake, Paul and Sam)
Which guy would totally wanna do Anal?
Who's the 'Good Lover'? The one who can make a girl orgasm just right and full of passion.
Who's got the most Attractive Body?
Who's all about Cumming Inside? (Tied with Sam)
Who's got the Greatest Stamina?
Who does Leah look Hottest with? (Tied with Sam)

Night 1: Jacob's Pity

"I can't friggen believe you're doin' this Jake! Seriously... We're fine just the way we are! We don't need to go back to them!"

Leah had clenched fists as she said that, staring at her Alpha with fire in her eyes and Jacob knew he was gonna have a rough time getting his Beta to agree with him.

It had been maybe two weeks after the Volturi hauled creepy cold ass out of Washington and Jacob couldn't help but miss his brothers. He missed Embry, and Quil and god, even Jared, Sam and Paul who was sure to have eaten him out of house and home while he was gone. The war was over.. Renesmee was allowed to live (thank fuck) and there wasn't really anymore need for alarm with the chance of random bloodsuckers on the prowl hitting zero.

So.. Why not go home?

Why not rejoin with Sam's pack...? It wasn't like he'd wanted to be an Alpha in the first place.. In fact Jacob was more than happy to hand the position right back over to Sam and to finally head home. After all, he could only stand a stinking leech shower for so long.

Hell he missed Billy. He missed Rachel. Leah and Seth had to miss Sue, right..?

..Maybe wrong. Because the only female shifter was standing with him in his garage, back home, now and she wasn't happy with the move.

Understatement.

"Look Leah, I know you were hoping to get away from Sam-"

She scoffed, crossed her arms.

"You don't know anything, Jake. I thought you did... But clearly; I was wrong." The shewolf shook her head. Jake rolled his eyes as she turned away from him, still shaking her head.

He didn't want to hurt her... But Leah really did need to accept that her place was in La Push; like her brother's was, like Jacob's was. He knew it must've sucked; probably painful as all hell but come on, would it ever really go away...?

Jacob didn't think so. Because honestly, the whole Bella-likes-frozen-popsicle-more-than-me thing still bothered him.. It still hurt. Renesmee, his little angel made things better obviously and he understood the 'draw' to Bella that he'd felt for so long. And, as he got happier he could've sworn Leah was getting happier too as she ran beside him every day; patrolled with him and helped him work through each succeeding plot that the vampires threw at him.

He thought he'd helped her too.

Jacob's eyes drifted downward to the dark shadows on the concrete floor of his dim garage. He hated hurting Leah, he did... But the world couldn't put her first. Not him. Not when he had Renesmee. And Sam had Emily. And Jared had Kim and Paul had Rachel and fuck, why couldn't she find somebody...?

It wasn't like she was some ruined woman. Leah Clearwater was a force to be reckoned with; Jacob could see the lust in many pairs of eyes when she walked into a room. Why couldn't she let go of Sam and her dad's death and see the positive silver lining instead?

'Women.'

Then Jake heard a sound that honestly made him rethink his 'Leah's a strong girl' notion.

A low sob, a small whimper echoed in the large empty garage, and Jacob's eyes locked on Leah quickly.

"Leah...? Lee? Are you..?" He swallowed hard; nearly choked on his words. "Are you.. Crying..?"

She walked a few steps away from him, back all he could see and rested her left hip against his Rabbit.

"No." She sniffed.

Holy hell. Leah Clearwater was crying.

"..Bullshit..." Jake muttered. Just out of that special alpha-beta connection the duo had managed to form over the last few weeks or so Jacob found himself strolling closer to her back, a large hand ghosting out and smoothing from shoulder to arm.

His hand had brushed her hair; wow, it'd gotten longer.. Looked nice.

Jake bit his lip. If he did it this way, he was less likely to get punched in the face.

The russet-skinned teen was quick yet gentle; he wrapped his arms around Leah from behind, closing in her own crossed arms with his and letting his hands rest over her hips. He rested his head on her shoulder (tad bit surprised; she smelt pretty damn good this close up) and put his cheek against her own.

It was wet.

Leah Clearwater was indeed crying.

It hurt Jacob more then it should've.

Of course she stiffened mechanically in his arms; but soon her small chest heaved with another low sob, and Jake cringed.

"Lee... Don't cry." To be completely honest, it enchanted Jacob just as much as her tears frightened him. Never had he seen her this vulnerable.. This unprotected and unguarded. Maybe he was the only one who ever had.

Leah turned her head away from his and broke contact with his cheek.

"Let me go Jake."

The boy couldn't help but roll his eyes at that one, and almost tightened his arms around the small girl in his embrace just for spite. Now that she was vulnerble, finally, she'd try to close back up on him?

Not happening.

Besides... It didn't feel bad having his arms around a chick his own age, hot like him for once.

Jacob turned her around to face him and pulled her close; so close there was chest-to-chest heat and it narrowed her teary eyes into slits.

..Holy fuck.

Her teary, blue, beautiful eyes. Did it make him a bad person if he thought she was gorgeous, hot as hell when she cried?

"..Wow."

She swallowed, tried to step back unknowingly from his hot embrace only to find his muscular arms had reclasped around her waist; down low, the loose cross of his arms nearly allowed his hands as they hung to caress the sides of her ass.

"What?"

".." Jacob didn't really think about what to say (dirty temptations rushing his mind for some reason) but he recalled a phrase Bella had once said to him and it was perfect. "..You're sort of beautiful."

Her head jerked back in surprise.

..Why was she so shocked? Jacob always knew she was 'beautiful' yeah; everyone did. But the way he looked at her now.. So small in his arms, both physically and emotionally and with those glistening stains on her high cheeks and just the subtlest hint of glow from her stormy blue eyes it gave him a whole new angle; a whole new perspective of the girl in front of him.

Maybe he suddenly felt just a tad bit more sympathetic for her case.

Maybe.

"..What the fuck's wrong with you man? Jake just let me go, like Jesus..." She muttered, placing her palms on his chest and giving a light nudge.

That did it; Jacob rolled his eyes, leaned his head down and took her mouth with his.

If she was stiff before she was rock now; and the hands on his pecs curled into fists. Jake's eyes were open, though... And he watched her's shut real slow-like.

...Hah; her lips were soft.

Jacob had figured this was the quickest way to shut up her complaining and apparently it had worked; so why not go for the all? Jacob took advantage of the small part of her pretty plump lips and slipped his tongue inside, testing stormy waters as he let it stroke over her own.

God... She tasted good.

Leah's heart was flipflopping in her chest. Like what the hell was this...? Jacob Black was kissing her.

Well it was startling enough when she had the gall to actually cry in front of him like a sissy little girl; but letting him kiss her was wayyyyyyyyyy overdoing it; more like heart-stopping shock.

What was even worse was that it felt right... Finally having another's lips on her's, another's arms around her hot and hard.

Leah moved her tongue against his; one of Jacob's hands gripped her hip and his other dipped into the back of her jean skirt... The coarseness brushing against thong and ass and swear to god there was a slight moan against her lips.

Somewhere, maybe in the back of his mind Jacob thought just what the hell was he doing; it wasn't his imprint he was kissing, his imprint's ass he was feeling up... It was friggen Leah Clearwater's; bitch extraordinaire (at least he used to think so) and the proud owner of her own little broken heart. His friend's- No, his brother's ex-girlfriend; ex-fiance. And she was crying; Leah was reeling from a decision he'd made and yet here he was, kissing her just to get her to shut the fuck up.

Jacob called it pity.

(His dick called it justification.)

Soon enough she pulled her lips away from his... Looking up at him with clear confusion shining in her bloodshot eyes and once again she was hella pretty; and horribly, horribly tempting. Leah had always been tempting... But then she'd hear all your thoughts when you were phased and Jacob and the other guys learned then; so not worth the beatdown.

"Jake... If you ever kiss me again-"

"Shut up Leah, just enjoy it already goddammit."

Like he thought; might as well go all the way.

Jacob withdrew his hand from the back of her skirt (funny how she'd mentioned the kiss but didn't trip balls about the feel) and went straight to the button while Leah stood there in a dumb stupor. Jacob honestly didn't feel that guilty; or wrong. Renesmee was young and they couldn't do anything, and the little hybrid didn't expect Jake to be a saint either so why not?

He'd seen Leah naked before too; all of them had. Just like they'd all had their fantasies, their instincts... Just no one had the balls.

Until now.

Jacob yanked her skirt down over her tanned, smooth legs and he actually didn't hesitate when it came to her little blue thong panties either. Leah gasped out of course, her hand pushing at his shoulder but when it came down to it (the smell of her arousal) Jacob knew she didn't want him to stop.

"I am not doing this with you Black!" She tried to hiss out, giving the thick bulk of his arm another futile attempt at a shove as she crossed her legs and tried to cover herself. The black ink of her pubic bone tattoo was the only hint of private skin Jacob was able to see; Leah planned to keep it that way.

Just who the hell did he think he was...?

Jacob scoffed.

Then grabbed her thighs and hoisted her unto the hood of his Rabbit.

"When was the last time you got laid Leah?"

Leah looked flabbergasted.

"...Well..."

"It's been awhile, right?" He sighed, the smallest hint of irritation tugging at his words. "Just do me Leah. We both want this. Frankly you're hot as fuck. There; I said it!" He rolled his eyes. "And you should want the chance to get back at Sam; whether he knows about it or not which he won't. Little rendezvous, just between us, just for the night." His massive hands spread apart the smooth copper of her thighs. "Whaddya say?"

The shewolf grit her teeth.

It wasn't like it was a lie... If wanting to get back at Sam made her petty, then she was petty; who really gave a fuck? In all honesty, having someone even remotely make like they cared about her would feel pretty damn good.

It really had been too long... She hadn't slept with anyone since Sam. Three years ago.

Jacob unbuttoned his cut-offs.

Leah gulped slightly. His posture was stiff; muscles rippling under his toned flesh and Leah didn't know whether it was because he was impatient for her answer or just horny as hell. His eyes hadn't really left her's, but his hands almost seemed sketchy on her flesh; shifting just barely toward her core, the moist jewel between her legs.

Moist indeed... It wasn't like Jacob was nothing to look at. (Or fantasize about.)

Still didn't stop the blush from spreading, though. Her high tanned cheeks had dried of her tears by now (still couldn't believe she'd cried; enough to blush about right there) but she still felt the rising heat underneath her skin, tinting her flesh just the most elegant shade of deep rose.

Leah had no idea how much it drove her Alpha wild.

Jacob shucked off his pants... He'd gone commando.

Leah's breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of his large dick springing free from the contricting denim. Seeing it in front of her... It was a magnificent cock. He was just as big as Sam, maybe bigger? Leah didn't know but it stood erect for attention, and Jacob stepped between her thighs.

With him this close, Leah was finally sorting through just how wrong the scenario was in her head.

Jacob Black was her Alpha; and, she was older than him, though he seemed older by looks and size alone. Leah bit down on her plump, swollen bottom lip (what a kiss) and could only imagine the images that would flood the pack's minds if either of them let this little 'rendezvous' as he called it slip their mental locks.

It wouldn't go over well... That was for sure.

But then she remembered that meaningless sex with Jacob, was probably as close as she'd get to having someone actually care about her, for a long time... Maybe forever.

The closest thing to Sam.

(And sticking it to his little fucked up imprint was nice too.)

"...Do it."

She spread her thighs wider for him even though he'd spread them already, and a slick smirk crossed Jacob's lips.

He pushed her back to lie down on the hood of his Rabbit, and alligned himself like he had wicked skill and then plunged his aching member deep into her core.

Leah's head tossed back and she released a loud moan. Jake thought he was being strangled.. She was so goddamn tight that he was probably hurting her just a little, but fuck she felt amazing. Better than he could've ever imagined. He knew she was no virgin.. Hell she and Sam fucked like rabbits; he'd seen some pretty candid memories in his alpha's head, and her's.

Even back then he'd liked what he saw.

Biting his lip, Jacob looked down at her sprawled on his Rabbit. Her head was back; the black of her hair was coating practically the whole hood of his small car (she really did look better with long hair) and her eyes were squeezed shut.

A long time ago, it was something Jake would picture only in his dreams... With Leah's tight-as-fuck heat sealed around his thick cock, her pouty lips screaming his name and her gorgeous tits bouncing with every pump of himself inside her.

Another thing that was regularly a feature of Jake's dreams, was Leah's selective virginity. Sam had been her first...; Jacob had always wondered just what it would've been like, to be the first one to scour the insides of her; feel the end of her hot channel before anyone else had and despite the macab of the thought... To be the one who caused the demure trickle of blood and the rip of her tender flesh.

But he hadn't been that man. (And Jacob was a man; not a boy.)

Sometimes though, he still wished for the opportunity. Hell if he could go back in time, if the chance ever came up-

He stilled inside her.

Leah's blue velvet eyes opened to look up at him, still a little red and just as gorgeous with her pretty chest rising and falling to her heavy breaths.

"...Don't tell me you're gonna back out now. Seriously Jake." She moaned in irritation; moved her hips a little against him, trying to urge him into her deeper a little nudge to say 'get the fuck going.'

"I'm not backing out Leah. Tell me; you ever get fucked in the ass before?"

Then she felt the power of his rough hands as they all but flipped her onto her stomach on the car; they raised her till she supported herself on her hands and knees.

A small feeling of dread flooded her pulsating body.

"...No." She wasn't sure if she was answering the question, of giving Jacob his answer outright. Either which way she hated herself inside for admitting that she was maybe just a little scared. What right did she have to say No to Jacob now...? And there was of course the small part of her that wanted some part of her to be his... A little place the man who'd broken her heart had never had the chance (or the permission) to go. A piece of her forbidden.

(And she always did think a little rough play in the bedroom was hot.)

"Then I think there should be a first time for everything, don't you...?" Jacob had leant down over her back, his breath a hot cloud against her ear that peaked enticement from her pebbling nipples all the way down to her curling toes. His hungry eyes scanned down her freckle-less light brown back, pausing at Leah's second colorful tattoo upon her tailbone and grinning at it. It was a spiralling light purple music bar adorned with black notes, and lacking the treble clefs at the ends to replace them with a light blue star on the upstroke and a light blue heart on the other. When he thought about it, it was a Leah-ish tattoo.

She wanted this to happen too; and he knew it.

Leah breathed out a soft moan as she felt his coarse palm come into contact -hard, contact- with the firm globe of her left ass cheek. It stung for the barest few seconds before fading away into what she imagined was a violent red sign that read 'Jake was Here.'

"Don't let me hang back here, Lee... Give me a yes or no." His words came out almost a growl; her thoughts pictured him finally, almost an adult alpha with the need to dominate. It was a sexy look for Jake.

He just wanted to hear her say it...

"...Don't make it hurt, Jake I mean it." She hissed, feeling him rub over her now-sore ass. "...Yes."

Jacob grinned his signature boyish smile behind her, and trailed a line of kisses down the middle of her back and shoulderblades.

"I won't."

He gripped her hips as she'd felt him do before, and lined himself up with her puckered, tight little opening; pushing the head of his thick cock inside.

Her small body stiffened immediately before his, back arching downward into a delicious curve and Jacob winced as he felt just how tight she was; heard her hiss of discomfort and watched her fists clench into tight little bundles of pain.

"Sorry, sorry... Damn." He pulled himself out, hoping he wouldn't hurt her again. Jacob wasn't an idiot; he knew what he'd done wrong. There was a key ingredient missing from this little situation and if he wasn't so goddamn mesmerized by the sight of her gorgeous ass in front of him spread and waiting maybe he wouldn't of forgotten it.

Lube.
Wetness.

"I don't think this is gonna happen Jake..." Leah spit out through her gritted teeth. The burn lingered there; a small pain blossoming around her most-locked entrance (or, exit) that seemed to stretch on for miles; made her wonder just how worse it could've gotten. Hell it wasn't like Jake was small... Far the fuck from it. Boy was huge.

For the first time in a long time, Leah had doubts if she could handle the pain.

"It'll happen... You just weren't wet enough that's all." Jake looked around quickly.

Axel grease would not make good lube. For both of their healths.

Jake looked down at his large hand then.

Eureka!

Jacob twisted his tongue to collect his saliva, then spit into his palm.

"...You did not just do what I think you did." Her mocking voice stuttered out.

"I did; don't complain, that'll make this a hundred times easier on you." He wrapped his palm around his meat and slicked Jacob Jr. up good, before lining himself up once again. "Besides; it's like the movies." Boyish smile; she could practically hear it.

"You're sick, Jake."

"You're sexy, Leah."

Then she shoved the head of himself inside her again and heard a hiss that was luckily a lot quieter than the first.

"I'mma go slow..." He said softly. It was surprising considering he'd practically growled at her a moment ago, but Leah welcomed the change. It was nice to have some form of a comforting sentiment when it felt like you were being split apart from the inside out.

Leah felt the huge thick of him moving deeper, a growing weight on her insides that seemed to grade the very walls of her ass. It was by no means pleasant...; and then she heard Jake's first groan of bliss. It was a throaty moan that sent a thrilling pleasure to Leah's unoccupied other nether-region, moistening the jewel even more as if it were possible. Huh; since when did she get off from just his pleasure? ...Or her own pain?

Blatantly the thought and the wonder of the situation buried the burn in her ass for a moment; long enough for Jake to finally sink all the way inside and moan out loud enough to shake her out of her own mind.

"Godddd Leah... Jesus christ... You're tight... Really... Really tight."

Jacob felt like he was being strangled; In the best way he could've ever imagined. Leah's body was a wonderland; a heaven all his own built to make him come. Hard. The only thing that could've made the string of thoughts in his mind better ('') was if he could've seen her face. Saw those pretty pouty pink lips widen into an appropriate 'O' for the pleasure or the pain he gave her... Either which way, he wanted to see those stormy blues.

"How does... How does it feel...?"

Was Jake seriously asking...?

Leah gulped, hands still molded into fists on the hood of his Rabbit.

"Uhh...," she muttered, "...Tight. Kinda... Burny..." The hands on her hips loosened up their holds a little.

"...Want me to stop...?" Jacob asked. Leah could practically taste the disdain as if the bitter word had rolled off her own tongue.

"No... Don't go fast though man... Just go slow." Her head hung low and she moaned as he completed his first full-circle out-and-in.

"You feel... So good Leah..."

Jacob continued to moan as he pushed in and pulled out halfway, driving himself home once more. Her hips were sharp in his palms, blunt bones a sign of her fragility and despite the fact that she was a wolf, Jacob had to remind himself that if he went too fast or squeezed too tightly that he could hurt her.

The thought of a bruise of two marking where he'd been was sexy; ...But he didn't wanna hurt her.

Briefly he considered the Alpha-Beta connection they'd share after this... One of a kind. Maybe there was no other word for it. Whether he was no longer Alpha or not.

As Leah's ass continued to massage him Jacob's own moans came out quicker and louder, a huge rumbling from his eight-pack chest that made Leah wish desperately she could be staring that chest in the face above her for all time. (But behind her would do.)

Jacob however wasn't too out of it to notice yet another thing missing.

Leah's pleasure.

He'd heard all but maybe two or three little whimpers as he fucked her ass and that wouldn't do; especially not for his alpha-ness showing his awesome beta some appreciation. So, grin adorning his lips he wrapped an arm below her stomach and pressed his middle finger to her clit. The gasp she let out was remarkable and Jacob instantly fell in love with Leah's moan.

More than fond of the reaction it caused for her Jacob pressed down on Leah's button again to hear the she-wolf's next hitched, pining cry. It made his cock twitch inside her.

"...Fuck... Jake...!"

Hearing her say his name shouldn't of given him as much satisfaction as it did, but fuck, it did. Jacob laughed breathily.

"Say that again Leah."

He sped up his thrusting inside her; finger sped up it's twirling motion on the magic nub between her soaked folds.

"Jesus! Jacob!" He watched in awe as Leah tossed her head back, the long black strands flying and dusting his chest in a soft tickle as he fucked her. GOD, why hadn't he done this sooner! Jacob really was officially confusing himself with the answer to that question, when he felt her first orgasm.

Her body stilled on the car for not even a second before she practically screamed his name, a high-pitched wail that made Jacob Jr. twitch in bliss inside her hot ass again. Jake watched the tremors rock her russet form, the smooth shivers coarse from her head to her toes.

It was mouthwatering.

And he wanted to see a hell of a lot more of it too so he didn't plan to let up anytime soon.

Did it still hurt? Hoh yeah; but Leah couldn't really bring herself to terms with the pain racking her behind (was positive the large hand fondling her clit had something to do with it) and was too mind-numbingly entranced in the situation as a whole. The same sentence ran amuck through her head for the zillionth time ('I'm actually fucking Jacob Black.') and the only difference was that now, she couldn't really see a negative to the situation.

Jacob was hot as fuck; and he was behind her, grunting out her name in his own ecstacy.

Her name.

Not Bella's. Not Renesmee's. Her's.

Leah Clearwater's.

Leah liked the sound of it too. Her hands were squeezed so tight on the cool hood of the car that her fingernails left indentations in her palms; toes curled just as tightly, so tightly that it sent rivulets of cramp-like pain shooting up her leg.

But Leah was too into it to stop. Waaaaay too into it.

And her surprise was one of the things she loved the most regarding the whole predicament. Jacob wasn't being rough, at all; his moans were loud, his hands held her hips secure and his thrusts were fast now. But he wasn't being rough. In fact, Leah could've sworn several times now that her alpha had leant down and pressed a chaste kiss to the sweat-laden skin of her back, soft whispers of 'you're so beautiful' accompanying the romantic gesture.

Actually, Leah could not recall a downright cruel moment in her and Jacob's past if she tried. Sure he'd said things to her, mean and degrading things like the rest of them had but he'd never wished death on her like Paul had; never threatened a punch like Jared or purposely left her out of pack-related plans from the sheer want of her non-existance.

He treated her like a dear and comfortable friend.

(Not that dear and comfortable friends fucked the shit out of eachother, but hey you take what you can get.)

Jacob's thick mass angled inside her a different way; a loud moan of her name escaped from her lips and in his pleasure, his fingers all but pinched the fine nub of her clit between them. Orgasm number three for Leah was just as savoury as the last two, and her head moved backward of it's own accord again, mouth opening wide and she screamed.

Low whimpers, silent tremors followed behind and she breathed out his name.

"...Jake... God... Jacob..."

"Love it... When you say... That baby..." He muttered in between his grunts, hips continuing their swift pivotals and thrusts like he'd been skilled in this art for years. To further her surprise, one of his hot hands left her hips, and began to stroke through her hair. Not pull, not hold; stroke through gently.

It was nice... Leah's thought of 'I don't want this to end' hit her like a lightning bolt. Then she wondered, just how long had they been screwing like this? It was twilight when she'd arrived at his garage, now it was pitch black outside.

Jacob had some real fuckin' stamina; she and Sam would've been finished by now.

Her hair was soft. Really soft, not that he'd not touched it before, but when you're so wrapped up in the simple being of another person you notice the little things; and they cause a storm of adornment and wonderment in your eyes. His fingers pawed through the silky strands.

Jesus, he wasn't going to last much longer...

The heavy feeling of satiation and pleasure began to coil in his balls, thigh muscles straining to let him achieve the few last pumps he'd needed. God, he wanted to fill her... He wanted to release himself inside of her. Leah was his Beta; his, always his beta even though he'd connected bridges with Sam again.

That fucker would never have Leah like Jacob was having her ever again.

The coil in his sack tightened.

"...Fuck... Lee... Leah I'm gonna...!" His teeth bit down into his bottom lip, hand leaving her hair and holding her hip again as he slammed her backwards into the force of his thrusts. "I need... I need to cum inside you..."

He needed to fill her with nothing but the seed of himself; the very epitomy of his being, his scent and his essence.

Mine.

Leah didn't answer with words... So Jake assumed her low whimper and hung head was all the permission he needed.

And with a scream of his own finally, a loud, growled curse and Leah's name Jacob shot himself inside her tight ass. He felt his own wetness (nearly made him rearing to go again), and he stilled his movements to catch some of the breath he'd felt he'd held since their session began.

Leah moaned out softly as she too felt the weird, slightly moist sensation of Jacob's release inside her (strangely it didn't disgust her at all despite) and finally reveled in the opportunity for her own shaky breaths. Her entire being was quivering, small shakes and spasms that one could only get from some awful damn intense sensations and she was friggen wondering where Jacob Black's ass-plundering cock had been all her life.

(No regrets as of yet.)

Leah's mind was so boggled with these million-and-one thoughts, that the only sentence she could think to form in her head consisted of a single word.

"...Fuck..."

She felt Jacob lean down, and kiss between her shoulderblades with a chuckle.

"Yeah, we just did... I'm not gonna lie, that was pretty wicked."

She felt that signature boyish smile against her svelte skin; and she breathed out a shaky laugh.

"God..."

"No, not really; thanks for the compliment though." Jacob chuckled, vibrations shaking her small back and stood up straight again, placing his large palms on her sore ass gently. "Sorry if I hurt you at all... I tried not to.." He pulled himself out of her slowly, head of his dick catching on the senstive outer ring of muscle and she hissed softly. "Damn, my bad..."

Jacob took in the sight of her spread out ass, soaked with the white of his release and thought maybe, just maybe he would want a repeat performance of this night.

(Not maybe; definately.)

He also wondered if maybe she was hurt; sore, or something. He leant down once more and eased his arms around her shivering waist. A glance to the clock told him how late it was.

"Come on... We better get you home, it's like one in the morning."

...One in the morning? Seriously?

Leah's eyes widened in mild surprise as she let Jake lift her up from the hood of his car and set her back down on her own weak two legs again. She could've sworn she'd let her own house to come here, at like twelve. They'd only been talking for fifteen or twenty minutes or so...

Wow.

"You okay to walk?" His eyes scoured every inch of her naked skin, and Leah felt herself shivering even worse; not from the cold.

"Uh... Yeah I think so..." If she wasn't so embarassed at the... Squishy, feeling in her behind she would've brought a hand back to rub the sore globes. Those two smacks had actually hurt.

Jacob's face became a mask of sincerity, and worry.

"No... You've gotta be sore, I'm gonna drive you." He picked up her skirt and panties, handing them to her so she could put them on. Leah really didn't wanna walk home; it did kinda hurt, or burn... And it's not like she could hide the bowleggedness from La Push. But out of courtesy;

"Jake it's okay, I'm fine, really..."

"No no no," he said softly, opening the door of the Rabbit for her. "I'll take you home. ...It's the least I can do, for tonight..." His eyes saddened then. "...Leah... I'm sorry."

As Jacob dressed himself, he was sort of happy Leah didn't answer. Did he regret fucking her? Not at all. Did he regret rejoining the La Push pack? Nope; he wanted to be rid of his alpha status, Sam could deal with that bullshit. Was he happy that he'd made Leah Clearwater scream his name in pleasure? Hell yes; he guessed that part of him pitied her, knowing the life she had to return to now.

But Jacob was gonna be with her... Every step of the way. He'd make sure of it.

As he climbed in beside her, he smiled when he felt her half-lidded gaze on the sweaty planes of his abs. He'd satisfied her; that was for sure. Probably a lot better than Sam ever had. It made Jake happy though, just knowing that maybe for a fraction of time there that Leah was too.

And with that, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him as he drove her home.

The ride was silent... But not in an awkward way at all, like Leah'd thought most likely it would be. The warmth of his chest was a nice contrasting sensation to the cold night air of La Push, and honestly, cuddling after some not-so-romantic sex was too. His arm held her steady to him, muscles anything but strained and his tanned flesh just seemed comfortable there; like he knew his beta wouldn't ask him to move anyway.

It was only roughly five minutes before they were inside the Clearwater porch (no sign of Sue as usual, and Seth presumably in bed asleep) and Leah thought a simple nod goodbye would have sufficed... It wasn't like she was in the position to expect so much from him.

She got it anyway.

"Hey... You good?" Leah's brow rose in slight surprise, and she turned to face Jake again from her standing at halfway to the stairs.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Jacob's lip quirked up in a soft smile and he strode forward calmly, wrapping his large arms around her again. After she was clothed once more, and stood before him with the same blue stormy eyes Jake had to fight to remember seeing her so blissful and vulnerable. As shut off from the world as Leah made herself, Jacob hadn't once considered her so beautiful as she was now.

Leah had opened up to him; sure, in a different way other than talking but Jacob knew the difference between I-hate-the-world Leah and I-wanna-be-cuddled Leah. And he liked the contrast.

"It doesn't hurt, or anything does it...?" Concern in Jake's voice was foreign so self-directed... But she was no stranger to viewing his caring nature.

"Nah... It stings a little, but..."

"But what?"

"...I kinda think I like it."

There it was; that boyish smile. (She was liking it more and more every day.)

"I had fun Lee... We should do it again sometime." Jacob flashed her a peek of his tongue and grinned even wider before walking back out through the door.

The only thing that bothered Leah, was her wondering whether he meant it or not.

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MS: Thanks for reading guys :) Just a fair warning though; this fic is not my priority, ATS is ;) So I'll only update this when I have the chance to. Which won't be often, so expect no pattern like I tried to keep with BTS. Either which way though guys, review please? :)