Title: Surrender
Genre: Angst/Romance? idk
Rating: M
Pairing: Leah/Sam
Words: 500 exactly!
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Prompt: "I don't want to lie anymore."
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Surrender
The man stepped silently through the wet leaves, eyes trained intently on his beautiful target. She pretended not to see him, taking care not think about his presence a few feet away.
Alright Paul, I'm out. She didn't give the other wolf a chance to respond before she phased and turned to face her alpha—hands on her hips and gorgeous nude body proudly on display. "What, Sam? What do you want?"
He couldn't take his eyes off her as he greedily drank in her long legs, those hips that were just right for his large hands to hold as he pounded his cock into her incredible heat. The wolf only made her already fit body even more perfect, and he longed to trace his tongue up the smooth planes of her flat stomach on his way to those luscious perky breasts.
He could almost taste the familiar flavor of her dusky nipples as they tightened noticeably under his intense gaze. She caught his attention when she snapped her fingers. "Eyes up here, Sam," she growled with a fierce scowl on her flawless face. She was so beautiful.
A brief pang of loss brought a crease to his forehead when he thought about her waist-length hair he used to love to wrap his hands around. It had gone the way of the scissors, much like his own. Just another sacrifice his fierce warrior princess had to make. She deserved so much better.
Leah froze in shock when he dropped to his knees and buried his face against her stomach, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist. He'd avoided her like the plague for the past few months, trying not to share her mind any more than he absolutely had to. She thought he must hate being stuck with her in his pack—she was such a freak.
"Lee-lee…" The name sounded like it was viciously pulled from him with a pain-filled moan. She was startled when she felt the wetness of his tears against her bare skin. "I can't do it anymore. I don't want to lie anymore!"
She was torn. One part of her wanted to sink into his arms and lose herself in him like she did before all this wolf nonsense. Life made sense back then—back before the man she loved disappeared, then left her for her cousin, her best friend.
Her fierce she-wolf side surged to the front with her anger. She put her hands on his shoulders, trying to ignore the way his skin felt beneath her, and shoved. "What the hell are you doing? Go home to that bitch—your fucking imprint."
His shoulders drooped and he hung his head in shame. "I don't love her Lee—not like I love you. Please, Leah. I need you." He raised his eyes with the last three words, and her breath caught at the intensity of his gaze.
Almost against her will, her hand reached down to touch his face. With one kiss, she surrendered.