Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

WARNING: THERE WILL BE EXTREME SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS THROUGH OUT THIS STORY. NO CHARACTER IS SAFE AND NO ONE WILL BE SPARED. WILL INCLUDE SLASH, VOYERISM, INCEST and maybe a little BONDAGE.

~TABOO~

Summary: It was forbidden, taboo, but the fruit was so sweet that each and every one of them could not ignore the wolf inside them.

Be Tender

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"You heard me asshole" Leah spat back, standing in almost a defensive position, ready for the Alpha's attack. "I'm . going . home!"

"You can't" Jacob cried, standing in front of the door, to block her escape.

"And why the hell not?" Leah glared burning holes into his face, as his brown eyes stared back at her.

"Because-" Jacob snarled through gritted teeth, his foot firmly against the bottom of the door and his hand pressed against it. "- because you're mine, and I say when you leave" He snapped, his eyes hooded and his pupils black.

"Oh really?" Leah challenged, pressing a pointed finger into his chest "You listen here Black and you listen good, I belong to no man, especially not-" She let out a shriek as Jacob pulled her suddenly close and pinned her against the wall. She could feel his warmth engulf her wrists in a tight bind and his chest was pressed so tightly against hers she wasn't sure if she was getting enough air into her lungs.

She was trying to think of something really awesome to say, some kind of mocking words that would make Jacob back off, but the hard rod poking into her thigh was making her brain turn to mush. Through the silk of the boxer's she could feel his heated flesh, beckoning her to strip away herself and let the Alpha take control, let him care for her, provide for her, feed her.

"Damn it Black" Leah sighed, feeling his lips begin to pepper her neck. "We can't keep doing this" She sighed, wriggling her hands free and running them up through Jacob's hair.

"Why not?" Jacob whispered, moving up to take her earlobe in her mouth. His hands were wandering underneath the small shirt, reaching to cup her breasts in both his hands. Running his thumbs over her nipple they puckered instantly, as a small whimper left her lips.

Leah scolded herself for caving in to the naked wolf boy in front of her. Maybe if he hadn't been so close, maybe if he'd been dressed, then she would be able to make sense of all of this shit that was going on. After literally being a nun after Sam, she'd now gotten laid more times in the last two days, more times than she could count on both hands.

Leah bit down on her bottom lip as she felt Jacob's hands press against her stomach before tugging off the boxers. Using his knee, he pushed her thighs apart and cupped her mound, feeling the heat and wetness already pooling for him. Just by his mere scent, his heat, she was getting aroused. This wasn't healthy, it couldn't be.

"What are you afraid of Leah?" Jacob whispered, kissing her lips as he simultaneously slipped two fingers into her pussy.

Her intake of breath was slow as she answered. "Nothing. Certainly not afraid of you" She whimpered, his fingers tightly tucked inside of her and not moving an inch. He was just holding her there, watching her face, while his fingertips were frozen.

"You should be" He whispered, curling his fingers hard, making Leah's hands shoot straight to his shoulder's and squeeze down.

"Fuck Black" She cried, closing her eyes tightly, feeling her legs tremble and her back arch. Slumping her head forward into his chest, she breathed hard.

He smirked, pulling his fingers out slowly before slamming them back inside, hearing her cry out and try to muffle her sounds in his chest. He felt like nothing in the world made sense anymore, nothing except him and Leah. Repeating his actions, he felt her walls squeezing down on his digits, sucking him in, closer to her.

"Faster Jake" She whimpered, leaning to kiss his neck and holding firmly on to his shoulder's.

"Say you want me" He growled possessively, scissoring his fingers inside her warmth. "Tell me you want me to fuck you..." He breathed, nipping at her jaw, pressing his mouth firmly against her skin. "Tell me you're mine and that you'll be mine forever"

The feeling was too intense. Jacob's words, his voice, his fingers searching inside of her, she couldn't take it. She could feel her back seizing as she tightened her thighs around his hand, shuddering in the wake of the most fantastic orgasm she'd ever had in her life.

"No-" She breathed, trying to blink away the clouds that were over the pupils.

"Say it" Jacob insisted, brushing his lips over hers and slamming his fingers back into her. He could feel her juices running freely, each drop of precious honey, trickling past his fingers, down his palm and around his wrist.

"Urgh" Leah cried, biting down on her bottom lip and resting her forehead against his chest. "Stop please Jake-" She whispered in a small voice, making Jacob freeze. "It's hurting me-"

Jacob immediately pulled his hand free of her and grasped her waist, pulling her body flush against his. His demeanour had changed, he'd gone from aggressive to loving in an instant when he heard Leah's voice tremble in pain.

Brushing her hair back behind her shoulder's he kissed her hair and forehead. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I didn't know I was hurting you" He apologised, fearing that he'd hurt Leah more than he intended.

"It's fine Jake, but I can't keep this up, you know" She sighed, wrapping her arms around his back and snuggling her cheek into his chest.

"Are you okay? Shit... are you tender?" Jacob whispered, kissing her ear, trailing his lips down to her shoulder.

"I'm hungry and I need a shower-" Leah offered, hearing the concern in Jacob's voice. Truth was, as magnificently mind blowing as Jacob was, she was tender as fuck, she needed a shower and she really needed to eat. Her back was a little sore, her thighs burned and her neck felt like she'd been attacked by wild animals. Correction. One wild animal. "-some sleep wouldn't hurt either" She finished, looking up at Jacob who still looked concerned.

"Come" Jacob whispered, pulling her wrist and leading her down the hall to the small bathroom of the Black's residence. "Let me help you"

Rolling her eyes, she pushed past Jacob "I think I can manage Jake" She spat trying to close the door in his face, only to have him push it back open and step inside. "So what? You're just going stalk me from now on?"

"Leah-" He warned, turning on the hot water tap first to allow the slow crawl of steam to engulf them.

"What?" She snapped back, grasping for the hem of his shirt she wore. There was really no point in covering up anymore, no point in being modest. Jacob had seen everything, pressed his lips to everything , stroked every fucking thing.

Jacob sat on the toilet lid as Leah washed herself, starting with soaping her hands and running it up and down her whole body. He was jealous of her hands and wished he was them, running smoothly back and forth across her skin, dipping down to frolic between her long legs.

"Well are you just going to sit there and watch? Or are you going to join me?" She asked with a sigh, watching as his eyes followed her hands everywhere they went.

With a small smile, Jacob nodded and slipped into the tiled area, pulling the curtain across and grabbing the soap himself. "You want me to do your back?" He asked sweetly, rubbing the light blue bar of soap between his hands.

"Sure" Leah breathed, leaning her head forward under the spray. Jacob's hands were tender as they massaged her skin lightly and washed down her body, slipping briefly to soap her breasts before going back to her back. Leah winced as Jacob's hands came down and gently stroked the lips of her pussy. She was so tender, so utterly swollen and she could barely stand as his knuckles bumped against her clit.

"Jake" She choked out, closing her eyes tightly, feeling the pain from the pads of his fingers gliding over her.

"Shhh, It's just for a moment. I'm sorry" He whispered kissing her spine and raising his hand for it to sit against her stomach. He wanted her so badly but he could tell that she was in pain. He hadn't meant to be so rough with her, his mate, but his wolf had clouded part of his brain. Her neck was riddled with small bruises from his teeth and he made sure to kiss each and every one of them.

Leah whimpered feeling his hard cock slip against her skin from behind, rubbing roughly against her ass. It's heat was incredible and the slippery sound it made against her skin made her want to swallow the pain and have Jacob just one more time.

"So-" Embry started, playfully pumping into Seth's shoulder as they walked from the cinema to the restaurant. "What did you think of the movie?" He asked glancing at Seth in his peripheral vision. Seth's mouth had been graced with a constant smile ever since he'd picked him up from his place. Sue had been out and they shared a brief kiss or two before leaving. Embry had wanted so bad to throw Seth down and fuck his tight little ass but he wanted it to be special for his little wolf. He wanted the romance and the candles and not to just use Seth like a fuck toy. He wanted to take his time, taste every little inch of his male musk before slowly sliding into him and stretching him wide.

"It was cool, I guess." He said softly. "I mean – I never really took you for a lover of old movies, but it was nice. Special... you know?" Seth said turning to Embry, who nodded gracefully.

"Yeah" He smiled back, digging his hands in his pockets and bumping Seth's shoulder again. "I kind of hide that stuff, with the pack mind and all. It's just better to keep things a secret"

Seth shook his head and chuckled, knowing that if the pack found out that they both gone to see 'Gone with the Wind' they'd never live it down. "So you like Italian?"

Embry removed his hand boldly and grasped Seth hand in his own so they were walking hand in hand. The mere gesture just about melted Seth into a pile of goo. "Not as much as I like you" Embry grinned, squeezing Seth's hand in his own, watching Seth's face heat up. "- and that blush of your's" He laughed, leaning over to kiss Seth's cheek.

Yeah. Seth was definitely about to turn into goo.

Leah's face was ecstatic when she bit down on the grilled ham and cheese sandwich that Jacob had prepared for her as she sat in the living room watching an episode of 'The Simpson's'.

Jacob felt his chest constrict as she heard her little ebbs of laughter watching the cartoon show. Her face would light up and her eyebrows would reach up and she held her stomach and chuckled when Homer would do something stupid. Her eyes danced playfully watching the small box, sitting Indian style with the plate in her lap munching away at her meal.

At first Jacob sat across from her in the single seater until it all became too much and he scooted close to her and pulled her on to his lap. Instead of focussing on his grilled cheese he couldn't help but watch her face, so care free, so alive.

"Jacob, you really have to stop staring at me, it's kinda creepy." She smiled, watching him out the corner of her eye.

"I can't" He replied, kissing her shoulder and nuzzling into her neck. "You're so beautiful" He whispered, his nose firmly pressed against her skin, his arms wrapped around her narrow waist.

"Hmm..." She said, chewing her last corner of sandwich before placing the plate on the coffee table. "Thanks – I guess"

Her eyes where still glued to the TV but Jacob could tell her cheeks had changed colour and they were more rosy than normal. She was blushing. And it was the first time he'd ever seen it.

"I want you so badly" Jacob whispered nipping at her ear and running his hands up and down her thighs.

Leah huffed and lay back into his chest, picking up one of his hands and tracing his palm and each finger. "Can we just sleep tonight? I mean... well yeah" She mumbled still playing with his hand, running her fingertip against each grove and pattern.

"Yeah, we can do that Lee" He breathed, kissing her neck once more before getting a little more comfortable in the couch.

"Thanks Jake" She replied, kissing his palm and laying her head back.

Sam was bored out of his mind. Emily and her bitch of a mother had gone out of town on a shopping trip and wouldn't be back for another 2 days. It had only been two hours since Sam had arrived back from his patrol and attempted and failed to make himself dinner.

Picking up the phone, he dialled the number for 'Marino's Pizza' just outside of the reservation. At least they would be able to feed him since his wife, the one who was supposed to be cooking for him, was out frolicking around Seattle with her evil mother. God he hated Amber Young. Something about the woman made he want to lock her in the basement and throw away the key. She was just so, so... so fucking annoying.

Emily was meant to be his wife. She was meant to be standing over the oven stirring a pot of some delicious stew while Sam's hands made their way up and under her dress and apron. Fuck he was lonely. Imprinting really did suck. He'd already gotten a boner just thinking about her whimpering and pleading. Or had it been the stew? He wasn't sure and he didn't care. Right now his dick was hard as rock and he needed some relief.

Getting an idea, he bounded up the stairs and walked into the master bedroom. Looking over the light green sheets, he sighed. Emily had picked those sheets.

Walking to the wooden dressers, he opened the top draw slowly, smiling like a fucking cat as his eyes landed on the material. Using his hand, he brushed his fingertips over the soft silk and clutched the purple ensemble in his hand. Raising it to his nose, he inhaled the clean scent of the washing powder and that little bit extra. Emily's scent was still softly lingering there. Throwing the panties over his shoulder, he grasped another pair, crushing them to his nose and feeling his cock almost pulse with desire.

Fuck, he was horny. And it was getting so damn hot in the little master bedroom.

Flicking the button of his cut-offs, he let them drop to his feet, kicking them across the room, letting himself free ball. Well shit, it was his house right? He was the king, and if he really wanted too he could have hung free every single day.

Smelling Emily's knickers again he sighed. The scent wasn't strong enough, he wanted over powering, sensual, pure pussy juice to be covered over the material. Throwing the panties back in the drawer, we wandered into the small ensuite and began ripping the laundry hamper apart.

"There has to be some in here" He mumbled to himself, tossing cutt-offs and track pants on to the floor. "Yatzee" He cried, finding a tiny pair of pink cotton panties with small ice cream cones on them. Raising them to his face he groaned. Fuck they were covered in her smell.

Running back towards the bed, he through himself down not even waiting until he stopped bouncing to grasp his solid dick. Laying the knickers over his face, he began to stroke his hard cock, running his thumb liberally over the wet tip. His head was so hot as he spread the thick liquid over it, trying to grease himself up so he wouldn't give himself a dry burn.

The panties over his face were making his head spin, her scent was too much too soon. Pulling the pink cotton from his nose, he lapped at it a few times before wrapping the cotton around his dick, imagining Emily's tight little twat bouncing on his engorged cock. Groaning and bitting down on his lip, he moved his pelvis up off the bed, simulating the fucking they would do every night. Emily's black hair hanging over her scarred up face, her small little tits bouncing wildly as her wide hips rolled down onto his, taking his cock deep inside her heat.

She was a little bitch of a minx.

Hearing a gasp from the door, Sam dropped his dick and opened his eyes. Standing in the doorway was Rebecca Black, LaPush's only resident lesbian, dressed in a pizza delivery outfit and holding a pizza box in her hand.

"I'm really sorry Bec, I - uh - I didn't hear you knocking" Sam blushed as he held the sheet firmly around his waist at the front door.

"Don't worry about it Sam, really. I used to catch Jacob choking the meat when he was younger - though he wasn't as big as - you are."

"Really?" Sam said smulgy, dropping the sheet a little to make his V shaped dip more prominent.

"Bare in mind, he was 10" Rebecca chuckled, shaking her head and placing the pizza down.

"Oh" Sam sighed, running a large palm through his hair.

"But like -" Rebecca started, trying to back track, noticing Sam's face fall, his ego no doubt hurt. "- it's totally the biggest I have ever seen" She said with a nod, watching as Sam's face and eyes lit up again. Sam Uley was a great looking guy, beefy body yet toned and cut just to the right degree. Sure Rebecca was a flaming dyke that loved to tongue fuck some of the hip-swaying dick-professed Forks girls who she met at clubs, but never the less, Sam Uley was hot.

Letting her eyes roam down his body, she wondered if anyone had ever sucked on those cute little nipples of his, if anyone had fucked him like she would, when she'd strap on a cold piece of plastic rubber and bend those girls over the couch. Man, she could imagine it now, he'd even look hot in a cute little lingerie number. Red, definitely red.

She wondered what kissing a man would feel like? How different it would be to have his large hands run down her body instead of some sweet little college brat. How warm he would be, how fucking tasty and sweet his mouth would taste.

"Well here's the 20 I owe you for the pizza... once again, I am really sorry" Sam said, holding the bill out to her for her to take.

"Fuck it" She spat, slamming the door with her foot and kicking off her shoes.

"What are you - what the hell are you doing?" Sam almost shrieked as he watched her pull the hem of her uniform over her head and throw it to the ground. Under that bagging green uniform was the breasts of a goddess, wrapped tightly in a white strapless bra. Sam could already feel his dick harden again and press against the sheet, yielding to be free.

"What does it look like?" She asked, unbottoning her black trouser's to push them down off her hips.

Oh fuck, is that a thong? Shit, yes it is!

"Really Bec, I have Emily" Sam said trying to calm his pulse down, and divert his eyes from her glorious tits.

"So? I've had her too..." She smirked watching as Sam's face pinched. "Calm down big boy, it was in high school, she was drunk and I was drooling for it. So what do you say? You wanna motor boat these bad boys?" She grinned pointing to her breasts, before Sam smirked back, dropping the sheet as he stepped forward.

"Fuck yes" He breathed, snatching her by the waist and pressing her against his body.