Title of story: Freedom
Word count: 2008
Pairing: Jared/Leah
Beta: Bran
Story Rating: M (strong sexual content and language)
Freedom
Jared lies awake listening to Kim's soft snores beside him. The bedside clock reads a quarter to midnight. Without a kiss to his sleeping imprint, Jared carefully rolls out of bed and grabs a pair of cutoffs to stash in the tree behind their home. He stops, bleeding into the shadows to watch Kim roll over onto his vacant side to sniff his pillow. Waiting with baited breath, Jared listens to her breath even out and her heartbeat slow, indicating she once again fell prey to the sandman's lure before quietly exiting their shared bedroom.
Heavy flurries fall from the sky, coating the ground in a few feet of snow with the onsight of a white Christmas. Kim's little brother is supposed to come over later in the morning to build snowmen while later in the evening they are going to her parents' for dinner. Jared groans with the thought, missing his own brother, who left for college and hadn't so much as called with a 'fuck you' in three years, leaving Jared with the curse of becoming a wolf to protect his people while shattering his dreams at the same time.
Jugging to the treeline, he doesn't look back before stuffing his shorts inside the hollowed tree to phase. Becoming the wolf took away all of his choices and with it his free-will.
Imprinting - the last link in the short chain leashing him to La Push. The legends led them all to believe the phenomenon rare, but with five of the nine wolves imprinted the likelihood of the others is inevitable, slowly taking them down one by one.
He doesn't blame Kim, she was in the right place at the right time. For the most part, Jared didn't know the girl despite having classes with her his entire life. Hell, he was content with his new physique and his single status. He loved going to the bar with Paul and Embry, even Jake occasionally when he wasn't feeling sorry for himself over Bella Swan.
Fucking bitches who didn't know he was barely sixteen, drinking shot after shot because bitches wanted to fuck him…
All of it, the entire lifestyle - down to the fucking freedom of being the wolf.
Freedom.
Until the day Sam released him to go back to school - one question, one look and he was a goner.
It's possible to live without a soul for short bursts of stolen moments. The heart and mind are strong enough - when in accordance- to bypass the circuits of the soul's happiness. Granted, it's not fair to Kim, his need to be with someone else, but his mind and heart remember a time when he was happier without her.
Craves it.
Jared pushes harder on four legs, weaving and jumping through the forest, losing himself in the wolf. Protecting is honorable and purposeful again, and in these stolen moments, he remembers how freedom tastes...
..a feeling he only gets from her.
He remembers every detail of every moment locked between her legs. From the volume of her howling screams, to the way all of her muscles quiver as she holds back the orgasms belonging to him, forcing him to earn every screaming one - taking them all for his very own.
Jared stopped miles outside the isolated cabin over the Canadian border. With his superior vision, he is hidden from her, slightly beyond her line of sight, enabling him to watch from a safe distance. The wolf lingers at the surface with need to best the female, knowing the only way to gain what they both craved is to let man take over; yet, still refusing to release Jared.
He waits, taking in every detail about her through the window. The air is heavy with the pungent smoke of burning wood. Her brow furrows and an errant strand of hair falls into her eyes at the disagreeable passage, turning the page in haste to read what happens next. A pulse jumps below her jawline as she awakens from her book, slowly becoming aware of his presence.
The wolf recedes, leaving Jared naked on his fingertips and the balls of his feet. She jerks her head to the left, sending him in motion. He sprints towards the log big enough to jamb the back exit, using his momentum to propel himself onto the roof, and dropping down in front of the last exit as the door swings open. Her eyes lighten with a tinge of gold to match his own with agitation of her blocked exit.
Jared crowds Leah into the house with slow, deliberate steps. She turns to put distance between them and he takes the opportunity to lunge, grabbing a handful of the back of her dress and ripping it down the middle. He smirks at her growl, knowing he's forcing her to either shield her body with the tattered remains or drop them in the event of self-preservation.
Leah slowly stands from her crouched position, allowing the dress to fall to the floor with a mischievous glint in her eye and a wanton smile upon her lips. Jared absently closes the door behind him, watching the female with predatory intent. She draws him in with her retreating steps. His instincts are on high alert, but his brain knows it's a trap.
She means to escape, and he means to catch her.
Jared lets her reel him in, waiting on her to make her move. Luring him deeper into the trap, she snaps, triggering Jared. He tackles her, forcing her to the ground to trap her beneath his body. Quickly, he grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head and sinking his teeth in the nape of her neck. She bucks beneath him, opening her thighs to give him enough room wedge himself between her legs to spread her wider. His bite is sharper, earning him a moan while she rubs herself along his hard dick.
With rumbling pleasure, Jared relaxes his jaw, releasing her skin to lick and suck at the abused flesh. Jared pushes his solid length deeper in the cleft of her ass cheeks, rocking himself against the hungry mouth licking at the length of his cock with each thrust. His muscles constrict with the thunderstorm roaring through his veins, massaging the soft body beneath him. Groaning into her soft neck, he skims his fingertips down her arms and over the silky muscles lax beneath his touch.
His callused fingers feel coarse over her satin skin, but her purr is deep and pleased, vibrating through his chest and punching holes in his nervous system. He reaches between her legs and pierces the pouty lips of her pussy knuckle deep with his middle finger. Jared groans a puff of air against her neck, delighted when her muscles quiver against his body. Leah fucks his hand, pushing her plump ass cheeks against his aching dick with the rhythm of his finger strokes into her body. Biting his lip, Jared locks his muscles and presses hard against her upward thrusts, forcing her back down on his searching finger.
Finding the rough patch of skin in her depths, his hips jerk to hump her against his stiff digit. Her pants are harsh and burning on his cheek with her fight against the orgasm he is driving her to. He smiles as her body shakes with her refusal to let go and bathe his hand in her holy water. The clenching of her pussy gives away how close she is to letting go. Latching onto her neck, he sucks and bites along the slim column, licking the abused flesh to give her the extra push over the edge. It's a purely selfish move to ride her body through her crest, barely withholding his own orgasm.
"Fuck me." Her demand produces a chuckle, pulling on the choke collar of his control.
Jared dips his hips to accommodate their height difference and spreads their legs with his tense thighs. Lining his sensitive tip to her warm creamy center, he slowly pushes into her against their taut, quivering bodies' demand to drive himself hard and deep into her body, seating himself to the hilt. An extra push into her depths, and her pussy grips his cock with her spasm. The tight, warm channel wrapped snugly around him, teasing him with promised pleasure only her body provides him.
With a deep breath, Jared rests his head on the floor with his eyes closed tight, willing his balls to release their clutch. His teeth mar the meaty part of her shoulder with their sharpened points before he licks away the evidence of his violent need. Relaxing, he moves with slow-measured thrusts into her silky heat.
"Jared…" She growls, the sound rough with a plea and demand rolled into one.
The chuckle sounds wicked, even to him, but her body responds accordingly - pussy squeezing around his dick, desperate to keep him embedded inside of her. Rising on his haunches, Jared grips her hips, tilting them at the right angle to drive himself hard and deep. He pounds into her with the animalist need to claim and possess every inch of her body. losing himself in their rhythm.
Jared runs his fingers through her hair, fisting the short strands to pull Leah's head back, straining the muscles bunched beneath the film of skin of her neck from the floor. Falling one armed over her to the floor, he presses his cheek against hers, snapping his hips hard against her upward thrusts. Her vocals sing the gospel of his soul as he thrusts into her, pulling her orgasm from the depths of her being. He rides the waves with clenched teeth and taunt muscles, growling with the pending need to release into her begging body.
"I'm not done," he growls with a low rumble, dropping his hold on her hair.
Gritting his teeth, he pulls his sensitive, swollen dick from her warm grip. The aching muscle bobs with his effort to stand. He helps Leah to her feet and directs her towards the couch, following her like a leashed beast. Jared palms his dick to stroke the drenched flesh while he watches her ass bounce in her wake.
"Ride me," he orders, sitting on the couch.
He scoots lower on his back, resting his shoulders on the cushions at his back to spread his legs and gaze at her beneath his lashes, while his hand slides up and down his dick. Using his shoulders for balance, she climbs in his lap to position the head of his cock at her entrance. His upper lip curls with a sneer at her teasing pace. Losing the battle of wills, Jared grabs her hips and slams her down into his upward thrust with a vicious growl.
Leah's body shakes on top of his with the force. He grabs her wrists, pulling her hands behind her back to bow her torso towards his hungry mouth. Using the hold on her shackled hands, she rides his cock while he sucks and bites at her hard nipples. Her bounces pull at the hardened bud between his teeth. She gasps when he cruelly drives upward with a sharp downward tug at the flesh.
His control snaps, letting her hands go in favor of her hips. Digging his fingertips into his hold, he jackknifes into her body, releasing ropes of cum into her womb with a roar. Leah screams and jolts with the force of her own climax, jerking against his sensitive shaft. They breathe hard with their foreheads resting against one another, trying to find their equilibrium after the storm.
Jared stands on shaky legs, wrapping his arms around her waist to carry her to the plush fur rug into front of the fire. Setting her down, she turns away from him to curl onto her side. He settles behind her, tucking her close to his body to kiss along the back of her neck. Gently brushing her damp hair over her scalp to kiss the shell of her ear, relishing in the taste of freedom.