Christmas

Officially, for all intents and purposes, snow and ice disliked Layla greatly. She had more bruises on her backside from falling on the ice and tripping over rocks hidden by the show than from a very fun night with Sam, which was just plain wrong. Layla had just gotten out of the shower and was trying to look at her newest bruise in the mirror when Sam walked into the bathroom and stopped, staring.

"Why do girls hold their boobs when they're looking for something?" Sam asked.

Layla realized that's exactly what she was doing and snorted softly.

"Because it feels nice?" Layla said.

Sam moved until he was behind Layla and moved her hands out of the way before grabbing her boobs in his hands, holding and squeezing gently.

"You're right. They do feel nice. What are we looking for?" Sam asked, not letting go.

"I'm looking at my newest bruise. Mother Nature has it out for me. There's more bruises on my from falling than there is from you." Layla said, pouting.

"That's not even right." Sam said.

"I thought the same thing. I like your bruises waaay better. More fun." Layla said.

Sam smiled wickedly. He bent his head to kiss and gently bite Layla's neck, making her head fall back against his shoulder and moan softly, squeezing her thighs together. Sam growled deep in his chest, moving one hand to Layla's thighs sliding his hand between them, prying them open enough to have wiggle room there.

"You're already soaked, baby girl. I love how sensitive you are…how responsive to my very presence you are." Sam growled softly, punctuating every word with a kiss.

Layla was breathless, twitching against Sam's fingers restlessly, moaning loudly when he slipped 2 fingers deep inside of her. Sam set a rough, fast pace with his hand, giving Layla no slow build. She was clutching his arms tightly, trying to wriggle away as pleasure was slamming into hard and fast.

"You're drowning my hand, baby girl. Gonna make you drench me, flood my bathroom floor…" Sam grunted. "Fuck, you're already milking my fingers… can't wait to be buried so deep inside you…"

"Sam! Sam, there…just...SAM!" Layla cried out.

"G-spot, baby girl. You're mine!" Sam growled as he doubled his attack.

Layla would have fallen into the floor had Sam not grabbed her across the chest and held her against his chest. Sam pumped his fingers harder, feeling the exact moment Layla's orgasm slammed into her. Her felt how it seized her body so tightly that she might snap and shatter into a thousand jagged pieces. She was calling his name as if she were begging, praising him for not stopping. Sam finally eased up when he felt her pleasure wane, with even the lightest touch on her over stimulated body made her shake and whimper. Layla felt her legs get weak and she tried to tell Sam, but couldn't find the words. Sam picked Layla up in his arms and carried her over to his bed, gently setting her down.

"I think I beat my personal best just then." Sam said, entirely too smug.

"Hmm?" Layla mumbled, looking up.

"Not only did I make you soak my hand… there's a sizeable puddle in our bathroom floor, baby girl. You didn't just squirt…the dam burst." Sam said proudly. "And part of me wants to let my pants dry and go around knowing you got them wet earlier. And that I can still smell it."

"If you smell it, others can too." Layla managed to say.

Sam held up his hand and licked his two fingers, grinning. Of course he was teasing about wearing the pants. There was no way in hell he would voluntarily let another member of the pack know what his Imprint smells like when she comes. That was his scent to know and his only. Sam kissed Layla passionately, posessively before going to grab a towel and clean up the puddle in the bathroom. Layla quickly texted Leah to interrupt before she and Sam could get carried away and mess up her gift idea for him later. Layla got up on shaky legs and put her bra and panties on. Leah knocked loudly and walked into the house with Jake right behind her, going straight for the bedroom. Jake stayed outside in the living room until Leah gave him the signal that everyone was modest. Layla grabbed one of Sam's button up shirts and slipped it on.

"Always a minute too late, dammit." Leah said, grinning.

"For you, babe, all I need is the word and all of this can be yours. We'll leave the boys and run away together." Layla giggled.

"Is it safe to come in?" Jake called out.

"Not yet!" Layla yelled.

Layla drug Leah over to the bed, giving her the 'shh' sign. Layla pulled Leah down and scooted under her, wrapping one leg across her hips. Leah quickly got the idea and played along.

"God, Leah! Yes! Right there, Leah!" Layla called out.

Jake and Sam both heard. Jake nearly tripped over his own two feet to get to the bedroom. Sam tossed the towel into the shower and ripped the door open. Leah bent down and kissed Layla just as both males made it to the bedroom. Sam smirked as he watched from the side of the bed. Jake moved to get his phone out to record, but Sam grabbed it out of his hands. Jake whined pathetically. Leah pulled away slowly and Layla bit her bottom lip just enough to make it noticeable what she was doing.

"I know exactly what I want for Christmas. And for my birthday." Jake said. "More of that. Only Leah is naked. And I can watch. And touch Leah."

"You're saying you want a threesome, Jake?" Leah asked. "Or just to watch while Layla makes me scream?"

"The second part. God, the second part." Jake whined.

Layla giggled, looking over at Sam. Sam looked like he wanted nothing more than to devour Layla. Layla winked at him.

"I know exactly what a girl likes. I bet I could make her come waaay better than you could, Jake." Layla teased.

Jake growled at being challenged, making Leah shiver above Layla. Layla giggled madly.

…

Everyone, minus Bella, had packed into Sue's house for dinner and to open gifts. Layla had spent Christmas eve with Bella and the Cullen family. Well, Emmett mostly as he demanded all of Layla's attention. Layla smiled. So far n her plans for the day and evening had gone perfectly. The guys and Leah had made sure to give Layla and Sam just enough private time for her to tease Sam before interrupting and Sam was getting agitated. Layla almost felt bad for the case of blue balls she was surely giving Sam, but she planned to make it right once they got home. Until then, a lingering touch, accidental rubbing against him, bending over, stretching…

Sue announced that it was time for secret Santa. Layla had found out who had drawn Sam's name and convinced them to switch with her. Billy couldn't stand to see Layla pout so he readily switched, seeing the devious glint in her eye he laughed. Sam was the last one to get his gift purposefully. Sue read her cue from Layla and convinced Charlie to go sit on the back porch with her and watch the snowfall and keep each other warm and he readily agreed. Quil grabbed a huge box and set it in front of Sam. Sam raised an eyebrow and ripped the paper off, opening the box to find… another wrapped box. He repeated the process six more times, finding progressively smaller boxes each time until he got to the last box. He pulled it out and opened it, seeing a small ring box. He looked around the room, thinking it was a gag gift. He opened the ring box and saw a cherry. He pulled it out and squinted, seeing the name Layla written nearly on it.

"Oh man, he's stinking already!" Quil whined, making the others laugh.

Sam stared at the cherry before looking at Layla, his eyes darkening. Layla smiled innocently but kept her eyes on Sam. Without a word, Sam popped the cherry into his mouth and stood up. He picked Layla up and headed for the door. Billy laughed, remembering how his own son behaved. Sam could have run the distance to their house because he was beyond excited. Once they both got into the Wrangler, Sam sped off. Layla leaned over in her seat and, without shyness or embarrassment or fear, popped the button on Sam's jeans. Sam was breathing hard, trying to keep his composure.

"I can't wait to have you buried deep inside me; Sammy. I know you'll split me in half but, damn, it'll be amazing. And you know what?" Layla said sweetly.

Sam could only grunt in response at this point.

"Remember last month when Leah and I had a girls day? We had a girl's day…after I stopped at the health department. For a birth control shot that lasts 3 months. So you know what that means? I get to feel you without a stupid piece of latex between us…" Layla said.

Sam felt himself going deeper and deeper into the feral part of his mind. He parked sideways in front of his house and carried Layla in. Layla looked up at Sam.

"Whatever you need to do it want to do...I know your wolf is in there too and I trust both of you. I can see him in your eyes. I'm yours. Both of yours." Layla said.

Sam exhaled in a growl. He all but ripped the clothes off of Layla, careful not to hurt her. His own clothes were ripped off without care as he picked Layla up again and took her to their bedroom. He kept the lights low so it wouldn't be too harsh. He let himself be consumed with his feral mind. Sam was gentle but persistent as he prepped Layla with his fingers and his mouth and no less than 3 orgasms.

"Teased us all day." Sam growled, his voice distorted.

"I'm not sorry, either." Layla said, loving how he was getting worked up.

Sam growled again, but it wasn't out of anger. His mate was teasing and tempting him, wanting to get him even more amped up. Sam licked and nipped and sucked dark spots all over Layla's body, marking her. Layla was getting as desperate as he was.

"I want you to own me. Fucking own me, mark me inside and out, show me why you're the Alpha… why I shouldn't find another male to satisfy me…" Layla said.

There was no going out of his mindset. Sam was so deep in his Feral Alpha mind that he could think of nothing else. The only time he was gentle was when he pushed inside of his Imprint, knowing his length and thickness was something her body wasn't accustomed to.

"Ours.' Sam growled, deep and distorted.

"Prove it, Alpha…" Layla gasped.

Sam released himself, knowing his Imprint wouldn't have said that had she not been ready. Layla held onto Sam's arms to keep from hitting the headboard. She could feel him all over her body and she craved more. She encouraged him with her moans and praises, pleasure overtaking both of them. It didn't slow Sam down in the least. Layla took everything he dished out and begged for more. He'd taken her body in several different positions and she swore he got deeper and deeper every time. Layla was on her back with Sam above her, she could feel his sweat dripping off his chest and hips and knew he was close to exhaustion as he'd been going at it for hours.

"Need all of you, Sammy." Layla whimpered.

Sam grunted, the words of his Imprint barely registering. He pushed himself as deep as he could, feeling himself get so close. Layla pulled Sam's body closer, his head down to hers. Sam cried out as Layla bit against his neck, sling-shotting Sam into the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. His entire body tensed and he lost control of his arms and legs, feeling Layla supporting him and accepting him, whispering sweet words to coax him through the blinding pleasure.

"Can't…s-stop…" Sam growled.

"Give me everything, Alpha." Layla cooed. "I've got you."

It took nearly ten minutes for Sam's pleasure to fully wane. He was lost in the feral wolf part of his mind where language didn't exist and his actions were dominated by his instincts. He had collapsed on Layla and she accepted his weight, rubbing her hands up and down his back to soothe him. Sam kept up a steady, low growl meant to soothe both himself and his mate.

"You want me to get a warm washcloth and clean you up?" Layla asked.

Sam growled in a higher pitch which Layla took to mean no.

"You wanna stay inside me?" Layla asked, smiling.

Sam's growl this time was low and steady. Layla chuckled softly and adjusted the pillow underneath her head and pulled a sheet overtop of Sam and herself, scratching his scalp until he fell asleep. Layla watched his features smooth out, his growling now more of a deeper chest rumble. Sam stayed as deep inside Layla as he could but didn't wake up except to nuzzle against her chest and neck. Layla fell asleep, holding onto Sam.

God, she loved him more than she ever thought possible.

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your new years present! I tried to keep it as hot but as tame as possible and i think i did okey. Tell me whatcha think. In a comment. Because i fucking love comments. I'm gonna put a poll on my page for you all to pick the next story... Seth or Leah. So comment and vote! Thanks!