Pairing: Leah/Paul
Genre: Smut
Rating: M
Words: 500
Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight.
BiT Contest prompt: "Fire and/or Ice"
Staking a Claim
He had enough time to pull his cut-offs over his lean hips. The zipper was zipped, but the button was undone. She waltzed into his house as if she owned the damn place and it irritated him. A chair in the kitchen scraped against the wood flooring as he rounded the corner. Her nose wrinkled, but so did his when he caught the smell. His growl was low but she heard it and smirked.
"What fuck are you doing here, Leah?" Paul spat through clenched teeth.
Leah kicked her feet up into the chair beside her. She folded her arms behind her head and leaned onto the back two legs of the chair. "You know why I'm here, Lahote," she said, with a sultry smile.
The twitch in Paul's groin produced an ache so tight, he tried not to walk bowlegged to the fridge for an ice cold beer. He discreetly pressed his hard-on inside of the frigid air before grabbing a Bud for his trouble. Leah snorted... the bitch noticed everything.
Paul turned to the she-wolf in a 'fuck it' manner. After all, she was here to ride his magic stick. He watched a sweat droplet roll slowly down her bent, tilted, exposed neck as she bunched the makeshift bun on top of her head. His tongue darted out to lick his parched lips before sipping from the rapidly warming drink. He adjusted his dick as she cut eyes in his direction.
She was up so fast, Paul barely had enough time to release his beer and block. "You owe me a chair," he growled, as he ripped the shirt from her body.
Paul caught a swaying breast between his teeth and bit down - hard. She grabbed fist fulls of his hair and pulled. He clamped down and tugged the snap of her shorts so hard the button fell to the floor. Her neglected tit nestled nicely in his open palm. Leah jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He clamped his free arm around the small of her back, and walked them to the bathroom. Paul released her imprisoned funbag to suckle at her nipple. His tongue swept over her hardened peak, eliciting a combination of growls and moans. She pulled his head from her boob and crashed her mouth to his.
Paul nipped at her lips, pulling her far enough from his body for her to undo his shorts. He turned the spray on cold to simmer his fire. His plunge into her smoldering depths was like heaven. She roared, gripping his hair tight as he drove them at a hip-shattering speed. The wolf needed to coat his scent over the lesser male's.
Hell, once he was done fucking her in the shower, he was going to fuck her again and again. Make her scream his name. She was his and he'd show her. Mark her, and dare her to give him shit about it. He loved Leah, and it was time to man-up.