A/N: This story will be a series of connected drabbles centered around LeahxPaul. Yes, there will be lots of smut and lemons so click away if that's not what you came for.

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Chapter One: Watching

Leah rubbed her shoulder with a grimace. The wound there was closing quickly but it was deep enough to warrant a longer healing time than her other injuries.

She paused long enough in her walking to throw a shirt on over her head, wincing at the overextension of her right arm. It pulled her shoulder taut, causing pain to flash hot as she maneuvered.

Her only consolation for the wound was that she kicked Paul's ass equally in return. He'd mentioned something about her being a miserable bitch and she'd said something about him being a dead-end loser with an asshole for a face. Either way, they ended up in a fight that Sam had to stop with an Alpha order. Leah smirked at the irritation that had been Sam's thoughts. She suddenly frowned as she remembered his worry and distress for her. It was so laughable to think that now that she was broken beyond repair, Sam was suddenly worried about her getting hurt.

Leah tried to lighten her mood by considering the fact she'd ripped a sizable portion out of Paul's thigh during the course of their brawl. Of course, it was probably healed by now. Her own wound on her shoulder, once raw and deep, was coming close to disappearing. Still, the amount of anger and pain she'd enticed from him in that moment had been intoxicating.

She continued on, through the thick trees and deeper into the forest, away from the rest of the wolves and away from the clearing they'd all been training in. It was supposed to be an easy day - a new wolf that needed to see a few tricks so he could keep his scrawny ass alive should he ever come into battle. Yet, as always, the melodramatic harpy and the neighborhood asshole ruined it. If it wasn't one or the other, then it was both. Leah knew how they were both similarly hated and somewhat shunned, though Leah more so than Paul. Well, she hated them too. At least, she hated Sam. All the other wolves she pissed off were just a byproduct of that.

Leah was lost in her bitter thoughts when someone's form caught her eye. Her vision, and her speed, were superior to the other wolves. It was probably supernatural evolution being fair by giving her something to make up for being smaller than everyone else. Of course, if the supernatural were fair by any means, it would have left her and her life well enough alone.

The person was shirtless and definitely someone from the pack. The form was extremely tall like Jacob or Embry, although maybe it was Sam or Paul. Yet, he was too muscular to be Embry and he wasn't as stocky as Sam. She squinted. He was simply standing, unmoving, head down as he leaned one hand against a tree.

Leah took a couple steps closer, footsteps clearly unheard by her pack member. She was about to call out, ask whoever it was about whatever it was they were doing. As she came closer her words caught in her throat.

Because this person wasn't just anyone. It was Paul.

And he wasn't doing just anything. He was jerking off.

His dick was in his hand. It was so thick and long that she wondered if human girls suffered internal damage from its size. Back when she was human, if she saw one that large, she might have bowed out with grace because no way in hell would she risk getting her intestines twisted into a double knot.

His hand was pumping up and down his shaft vigorously. Quiet growl and snarls filling the air loud enough that they explained why he hadn't detected her yet. From her view she could see his shoulders and biceps flex with each movement of his hand. His other hand held high against the tree to steady himself, fingers clawing into the bark.

Even with the distance, her sharp eyes picked up the glistening on the end of his cock. Leah stared at it for a moment, watching as his palm came up, circling the head, wiping it away. There was something so wrong about watching this. Certainly, enough time had passed she should have either made herself known or walked away.

She didn't do either of those, too curious to look away. It didn't automatically disgust her like she assumed it would to stumble upon something like this. As shameful and humiliating it was to admit, she liked watching his hand work up and down member, his hips thrusting forward a bit, precum continuously gathering at the tip.

How much did she like it? Certainly, she was intrigued. Though she hated Paul with a passion, she couldn't deny that he was good looking and had a dick the size of a rhinoceros horn. The way she couldn't tear her eyes away from each movement of his hand told her that she liked it. She liked it a little bit too much.

Suddenly, Paul bucked his hips and he started going faster.

It occurred to her a moment too late why.

He was close.

Right as she thought that, Paul bucked his hips once more and threw his head back. Right as he did that, his eyes locked straight on with hers.

And then he came, his features contorting with shock and ecstasy. Her gaze moved downward just in time to see his hot seed spilling all over his hand.

Her heart pounded in her ears as the realization dawned what she had seen and also not prevented herself from seeing. Not a second later, she turned and ran.

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