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Quil's POV

"Mmm… They consisted of a couple of comfortable bedrooms and.. awe.. a single large airy sitting-room, cheerfully furnished, and… fuck.. Illuminated bytwobroadwindows… Oh my… So desirable in every way were the apartments, and so moderate did the terms… ah fuck… seem when divided between us, that the bargain was concluded upon the spot, and we at once entered into pppossessssion."

Leah purrs as trace my fingers on the underside of her right knee, my tongue circling the tip of her bead.

"Continue." I could listen to her voice all day.

"Th-That very evening I moved my things… round from the hotel, and on the following mmmorning Sherlock (her tongue clicks on the ck) Holmes followed me with several boxes and portmanteaussss. For a day or two… we were busily employed in unpacking and laying out our property to the best advantage. That DONE, we gradually beGAN to… settle down and to acc-ommo-date ourselves toournewsurrounDINGS."

The last couple of words were said in a whispered rush before Leah's head fell back in the chair and her right hand gripped the arm rest.

Her left hand grips the book before dropping it on the hard floor.

The past two weeks have been difficult for her.

Sam has been pushing us hard with long hour shifts, her father has passed away from a heart attack, Seth was going through a stage of angry teenage rebellion which was placing more stress on Sue which has led to her being short with Leah and her change in life style, and to top it all off Sam and Emily announced their engagement AND were expecting a baby.

In short, Leah was tired and crabby.

Also I imprinted on her. A month ago.

She's having a hard time accepting that. She wants to imprint on me but the council says it is impossible. Females were not even meant to be shape shifters in the first place.

So we fight.

And we fuck.

And once in a while we make love.

I slide a finger inside her dripping canal, curling my finger in beckoning. I raise my head and watch her hips slide down with my finger. Leah's head lolls forward, our eyes connecting. The bond between us intensifies. Our wolves are electrically charged.

"Quil…"

I add a second finger, continuing my beckoning.

"Mmmm…"

I pull her further from the chair, her legs wrapping themselves around my waist. Her arms are still resting on the chair, her ass sliding up and down my jean clad legs. My cock strains against my pants as Leah moans/pants between rising and falling on my fingers and brushing her ass against my jeans. Each time she lowers herself on my hand her ass presses against my cock.

I growl deeply in my chest as I reach behind her head and grip her spiked black hair.

I'm going to make her grow her hair out.

Her dark nipples press against her white tank top, straining for my touch.

Adding a third finger I am gratified with the sound of Leah groaning loudly, sinking down hard on my fingers.

"Oh fuck Qui-mph!"

I shove my tongue down her throat, plundering her hot mouth.

She may be quick with her wrath but man did she know how to make a guy feel needed.

Leah bites my bottom lip before forcing my back to the floor.

"Stay." She commands in her husky fuck-me voice, her deep breaths straining her breasts against her top. She plants her bottom over my tent, giving an extra wiggle. Her hand guides me out of her pussy to her mouth. She makes loud sucking noises as I slowly pull each finger from her mouth.

"Fuck Leah."

She bares her teeth in a menacing smile.

"Quil."

With that she rises on her knees, still straddling me but no longer touching, and slips her hand down into her dripping core. She begins inserting her digits at random intervals as her other hand pulls at the nape of her neck. Right where my hands should be.

"Ah- oooohhh. Fuck that feels great!" She brings her whole body into riding her body over her fingers. Her eyes close as she fucks herself faster. Her right hand travels from her hair to her nipples, pinching them through the fabric.

Her pants quicken, her body rocking harder as she pushes herself closer to the edge.

My dick is demanding to be released at this point. Unfortunately according to our rules, I am not allowed to touch a damn thing.

Leah's voice pitches to a level only dogs (such as myself) could hear before slamming down on my jean covered dick, thoroughly soaking the material. Her forehead falls on my bare chest, her sharp nails digging into my arms. Her hot breath travels down my abs, shaking my entire body.

I clench my teeth as Leah's tongue begins leading a trail down to my cock. I grip her wrists. Now I'm allowed to touch… I think.

Using her teeth Leah succeeds in undoing the button and my pulling my fly down. Unleashed from its sweaty confines my 10 inches smacks her cheek.

Raising an eyebrow she returns my sweaty grin before salivating and wrapping those blood red lips around my head.

"Ah fuck. Deeper now." I mutter, watching her head slink down my cock before bobbing back up.

"Such a large penis you have Mr. Ateara." Her tongue drips with saliva as she licks from my balls to the tip of my cock and back down, going along the sides in a circle.

Suddenly she rises and before I can protest her leaving, she slams her dripping pussy on my dick with a howl.
"Leah!"

I jump into the air, bracing my feet so as not to leave her body, my hands gripping her ass. Her hands grip my shoulders and her head falls back, her neck exposed. My mouth latches on her nipple, effectively ripping her shirt and sucking her hard bud through the hole. Her legs are in a V in the air as I pound balls deep into her.

"Quil… Quil… Quil…" Leah chants softly as I thrust into her. Her eyes roll back into her head before her lids closed. I don't think she knows she is speaking when I take her like this.

I feel my balls tighten, my cum wanting release. Now.

I slam Leah's body against the wall. Her eyes snap open, her irises are fire. I reach under her and as I bite down on her nipple I stick my pointer up her ass.

Her howl overpowers my smothered shout as her vagina clenches around my dick, her other walls squeezing my finger. Another thrust and I follow in my own orgasm. Emptying myself into her pussy.

I run a calloused hand down her smooth back, my finger brushing the dip above her cheek before sliding it back to her shoulder. Such smooth skin.

Leah lies on her stomach, my rug the only pillow keeping her head from touching the wood floor. Her eyes flutter open, a half smile on her face. In a soft voice, "Quil?"

"Hmm?" I reply just as quietly.

"Can you read to me?"

I grin, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Of course."

Reaching over I bring the discarded book away from the chair, placing light kisses on her shoulder blades.

With her back to my chest and my chin tucked into the crook of her shoulder I resumed where we had left off.

"Holmes was certainly not a difficult man to live with. He was quiet in his ways…."

Points to anyone who knows the book.