Title: Burning Night
Genre: Smutty romantic drama
Rating: M
Pairing: Leah/Paul
Words: 2,500
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Prompt: Ed Sheeran "I See Fire" song lyrics- specifically this line- "I see fire (feel the heat upon my skin, yeah)"

AN: So this week's drabble kinda went long- it happens I guess ;)
Hope you like it!

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Burning Night

Leah cringed back against a tree as Rachel's nasally voice carried over from the bonfire. "Where's Paul, Jacob? I thought he'd be here by now."

Jacob didn't even attempt to mask his disdain, something that made her respect the boy just a little bit more. "He worked all night and just got off patrol. He's probably asleep, Rachel. Give him some space—this isn't exactly easy for him."

A cool hand on her arm made Leah jump, and she whirled around, shocked that Bella had been able to sneak up on her. The smaller girl put her arms around the she-wolf and hugged her just as fiercely as her mate would have. For all her small size, Bella had a natural talent for Jake hugs.

"You okay, Lee? I've been worried about you," she murmured quietly, attempting not to draw attention to the shadows where Leah was hiding.

As she looked down at the other girl, all the pain and stress of the past week—hell, of the past three years—all bubbled up in a choked sob. "Oh, Leah. Come here." Bella pulled the taller girl's head down on her shoulder and attempted to soothe her with her scent. It was all she knew to do.

They were worried about their pack female. Leah had pulled herself up from the betrayal of Sam's imprint, and finally opened her heart to Paul after endless months of his constant devotion. They were a fiery couple, their passion burning clear down to their souls, and yet the pack was somehow more stable for their mating.

The past year had been eye-opening for the prickly wolf, and she had blossomed under Paul's attention and truly grown to her role as alpha female. Then her world was turned upside down once more.

Rachel Black came home from college and one look at Paul pulled the rug out from under the happy couple. Paul was devastated by the imprint, with both wolf and man fighting the unwelcome pull. He had a mate—the best mate—and no cosmic fuckery was going to take Leah away from him.

With Leah avoiding him, Paul threw himself into his work and took extra patrols in his free time. It was clear to everyone but Rachel that he was avoiding his imprint, and it was clear to everyone but Leah that he was trying his best to fight it.

"Leah, why don't you go check on Paul?" Bella took the chance on baiting her friend. "I'm worried about him—he hasn't been eating well since you moved out."

Leah was already shaking her head as she tried to extricate herself from Bella's arms. "I can't, B. You know I can't do that. He's not mine anymore." The last words were a whisper that sounded as if they were pulled painfully from the depths of Leah's soul. As if she didn't want to say them.

Bella put her hands on her hips and glared at her friend. "You march your ass in there and get your man, Clearwater. That boy needs you. Heaven knows Rachel doesn't have the first clue what to do with him."

A spark of hope filled Leah as she glanced back at the fire and caught Jacob's eyes. He stared at her hard and nodded once—Rachel may be his sister, but Leah was Pack. He didn't know what the ancestors were trying to pull with this imprinting shit, but he didn't think Leah and Paul should be punished for the Spirits' mistake.

Leah bit her lip indecisively, even as her feet were turned toward the small cabin she had shared with Paul up until the week prior. Bella nudged her encouragingly. "Go on—I'll keep Rachel busy."

Something in Bella's voice made Leah's eyes narrow in suspicion. The girl couldn't lie for shit. Another glance at the fire showed Seth staring at her now as well. He gave a nod of his own and she couldn't hold back anymore. She missed Paul. Her wolf missed Paul. She was going.

It took less than a minute for her to jog quickly through the forest on two legs . She didn't risk phasing lest Sam catch wind of where she was going. Of course Sam was all for the newest imprint—he couldn't very well speak up against it when he never fought for Leah himself.

She paused outside the house, listening to the familiar beat of Paul's heart as he tossed and turned restlessly, alone in their large bed. His scent drifted out through the open window and she was gone. She needed her mate.

The door opened silently under her hand, and she crossed the floor without bothering to turn on the light. She could see enough, and she knew this house by heart. This was her den.

Paul woke suddenly at the flash of heat covering his back, and he rolled over to face Leah, certain he must still be dreaming. "Leah? What are you… Are you really…? Oh, Lee…"

She froze when he pulled her down tight to his body, his hands roaming her familiar warm flesh as his lips captured hers in a fiercely possessive kiss. He let out a loud growl as he reached up and ripped her shirt in two, his hands moving to cup her full breasts. "Mine."

Paul didn't care if he was dreaming, he had his girl in his arms and he wasn't going to let her go this time. He knew the imprint had hurt her, but she had hurt him when she ran away without even trying to fight for him. He thought their love was stronger than that—he thought their wolves were stronger than that.

Leah let out a whimper when her shorts were also shredded, and Paul's large hands pulled her body tight to his. The feel of his skin against hers was a fire that consumed them, burning away everything but the two of them.

"You feel like fire, babe. So hot, so perfect," he growled as he ducked his head to capture one dusky nipple in his equally hot mouth. "Don't you leave me again, woman."

Never one to give up control for long, Leah moved her hips enough that she could sink down on him—encasing him in her scorching heat—and laughed at the deep moan he couldn't hold back. "You like that, wolf boy? You like being inside me?"

Her nails raked down his chest as she arched her back and bent down to steal a kiss. His growls let her know she was playing with fire.

With a move so fast even she couldn't follow, Paul pulled his knees under him and rose up, never losing the connection between them as he lifted her onto his lap. She tossed her head back in submission without a thought or regret, and ground herself down on him as he nipped at her throat with ravenous hunger.

"You giving in now? You gonna submit? You gonna be mine, woman?" He was intentionally goading her, drawing out her wolf in the only way he knew how.

Her eyes flashed yellow as she pushed up on her knees, putting her head just that much higher than his. She wouldn't give in that easily—the battle was half the fun.

With an irritated roar, he tossed her back none too gently and pulled her to her hands and knees before him. This was the raw, feral, animalistic sex that the rest of the pack simply couldn't understand. They might know what it felt like to mate, to be mated, but only Paul and Leah could understand the true gritty nature of wolf sex.

Paul used every tool he had—his scent, his teeth, his sheer physical size—as he covered Leah's lithe, muscular body with his own. Her groan of surrender was more human than not as she pressed back against him, taking him into her body as deep as she possibly could.

For the first few strokes, he pushed her head and shoulders down, forcibly subduing her and her wolf, so they both got the message that he was in charge of this mating. This wasn't true every time—Leah did more than her fair share of dominating as well, and Paul had no issue when her wolf made her needs known.

This time Leah was the one needing to be controlled. She needed to be chastised, and he couldn't stop himself from biting her ear in a move that had nothing to do with their sexual connection. He was scolding her, disciplining her for running away from him, leaving him to a weaker woman. "You're mine, Lee," he growled as he pounded her down into the mattress.

She pushed back, in apology and agreement, surrendering everything she had. "Yours, Paul."

Outside the cabin, Jacob was communicating sliently with his stubborn little mate as Bella led an unknowing Rachel toward what was sure to be an explosive confrontation. Bella kept up a steady stream of babble to cover the tell-tale noises drifting out the open window. Rachel was still very much in the dark as she kept her eyes on the dirt path.

"Yeah, I'm not sure why he hasn't brought you out here yet. I mean, most imprints move in with their wolves almost immediately. But Paul's always been a little… different." Bella cut her eyes up to her mate who was not as gifted in the art of blank faces as Sam Uley.

Jacob had spent the past week trying to figure out how to fix this bizarre imprint triangle. He hadn't' been around the first time, when Sam imprinted on Emily and left Leah behind, but he'd been there every step of the way when Paul and Leah built their relationship.

He'd watched Paul admire Leah from afar, and he was one of Leah's only confidants, along with Bella. They all knew that imprinting was always a possibility, but they had also seen the way their two wolves reacted to one another. They were mated—end of story.

When Rachel wandered home, she upset more than just Paul and Leah's world. Jake and Bella had taken over the larger bedroom at Billy's house, so they could have a king size bed instead of the small single that took up the majority of Jake's childhood bedroom.

Bella and Jake took care of Billy's every need without complaint. Bella felt that part of their imprint was meant to lift even just a small bit of responsibility from Jacob's wide shoulders. She'd harbored some resentment toward his sisters, for leaving him home with their father all those years.

Rachel rolled into town and threw a fit when her old room wasn't waiting for her. Bella managed to keep her temper in check, and Jacob calm as well. He would never forgive himself if he hurt his sister. Of course, all hell broke loose when Sam and Paul came over to help Jake move the furniture around to set up a bed for the prodigal daughter.

Paul was absolutely horrified when he imprinted on Jacob's sister, and he turned tail and ran. He'd kept himself away from the pack all week, unless he was running the woods in wolf form. Sam and Billy took things into their own hands, informing Rachel about the imprint and the wolf pack. Just like Emily, Rachel had always harbored some jealous feelings toward Leah Clearwater, and she'd just been handed the other girl's sexy boyfriend on a silver platter.

Bella was firmly on Team Leah, and she made no secret of her feelings to everyone but Rachel. Rachel didn't know Bells well enough to know when she was being less than sincere, as she currently was.

"Oh, he must be sleeping," Bella remarked casually as she walked in the house flipping light switches as she went. She maneuvered Rachel in front of her as they walked down the hallway, and Jacob shadowed them closely with an instinctual need to protect them both.

Rachel froze in the doorway, completely shocked at the sight that met her. Paul was sitting back on his heels, and he'd lifted Leah up once more, this time with her back to his chest and perfect body on clear display for the audience at the door.

Leah's head was thrown back in ecstasy as Paul's large hands caressed her breasts and massaged her clit as he thrust into her as hard as he could. She let out a wordless scream, collapsing against Paul as he roared his own release.

Paul's eyes never left Rachel as he pulled out of Leah and shifted her exhausted form in his arms as tenderly as if she were made of glass. There was no mistaking the love in his actions or the contrasting sheer hatred in his pointed gaze.

Rachel took three steps back until she bumped into her brother and Bella who were currently blocking the doorway to the hall. Bella had a cocky smirk on her face as she leaned into Jacob, and Rachel soon realized that she had been played.

She didn't understand the dynamics of this strange pack, but the last thing she wanted was an unfaithful lover. It didn't matter to her that she had never actually slept with Paul—she'd been told he was hers, and that was that.

"I can't believe you're with her, Paul! You're mine!" Rachel screeched, and even Bella's human ears ached at the sound.

Leah's growl was louder than Paul's and she flew off the bed toward the perceived rival, completely at ease in her nudity. "Look, bitch, I think he made things clear. He's mine, and you need to get that through your thick skull."

Paul walked up behind her wearing his shorts and holding a sheet to cover his mate. He wasn't the least bit ashamed of her, but there was another male in the room and he didn't like to share what was his.

Rachel watched as he draped the sheet around her, lovingly kissing every square inch of skin left showing. He never once looked in the direction his supposed imprint. With Leah's frankly scary glare and Jacob's apparent indifference, Rachel was done.

She threw up her hands in frustration. "Fine! I'm done! I don't need some rez trash like you anyway, Paul. I'm outta here."

Paul jerked slightly at her words, then looked down at Leah in wonder. None of them noticed as Rachel pushed her way out the door and stomped off toward the Black house. "It's gone," Paul whispered, awe filling his tone. "The imprint is gone!"

Leah smiled up at him, taking the first deep breath she'd been able to all week. Paul was hers, and nothing was ever going to change that. Jacob and Bella slipped out as she dropped the sheet and jumped on Paul, knocking him back on bed. They had moonlight to burn.