Originally written for the Public Lovin' Contest, WNT was only a one-shot. In the past year, several of you dirty birds have asked to know what happened to Sam and Leah after the story ended. This expanded version is the response.

WICKED NEEDFUL THINGS

Part Two:

Shadowed light danced through the trees. Deep within shadows, the she-wolf watched without shame a sexual dance of sheer carnal delight, performed on white sand. Cerulean flames tipped in orange fire climbed skyward. Warm and hot, they glowed across backs of satin skin drenching them with the sheen of lust. They appeared as phallus beneath the silver moon; their mouths devouring each other in an erotic feast of pleasures of the flesh.

The desire to touch and be touched stirred beneath her breast. Fine tremors of anticipation quivered over her body.

Leah knew she was not alone in the woods.

The soundless footfalls behind her told of man; the magical nature of what they were revealed only to her heightened senses. A tingling sensation along her spine let her know he was watching, not just them, but her, while she stood as Venus beneath the stars.

Shifting subtly, she allowed him to catch her scent, then smiled upon hearing the sharp intake of Sam's breath. The air surrounding them was static with the charge of lust. Tonight, she'd take. The queen in her planned to claim, and after this night, she would not share.

Leah cocked her head to the side, catching a glimpse of the wolf, noting how Sam never pulled his eyes away from the trio fucking unabashedly on the beach. Then she spoke. "I can't not watch them. The three of them wanted each other for so long. For months we've heard every single fantasy in the pack mind. Now, seeing them together, taking each others bodies, letting the world fall away around them... it's beautiful, isn't it?"

Closing the gap between them, she moved as a woodland nymph; Artemis embracing Orion when slipping behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her former love stood as a statue, but she could feel the vibration of a growl deep in his chest.

A wicked smile formed on her lips, delighting in Sam's reaction. It was always those who fought the hardest, those who claimed innocence and disgust, that secretly desired the most. Leah knew this man. The dominance he'd possessed as a humna magnified when he became the wolf, had been suppressed for too long under the guise of protection and a twisted idea of duty.

Leah's cheek brushed against his, the warmth of her breath causing him to shudder when she began to whisper seductively, the tip of her tongue grazing the shell of his ear. "They wanted her. Embry wanted her. More importantly, she wanted both of them. It's love, Sam. Jacob loves her enough to do this. He loves her enough to fight for her. Enough to leave an imprint behind."

Beneath her fingertips, she felt the rising beat of his heart. At the same time, Leah heard the sharp intake of his breath.

The revelation was a kick to the gut.

"Nobody knew," she explained. "Only Jacob and I. It was after he left the pack and closed his mind to all of you. He never even knew the girl's name."

"But-"

Leah cut him off before his protest could begin. Sam needed to understand devotion of that kind could transcend the bounds of an imprint. "His love for her is too great. Not even the ancient magic of our people can surpass it. Do you see the way he holds her? The way Jacob cradles her against his chest with one hand over her heart? It is a sign, a display of his devotion and dominance, yet it is not he who claimed her. It was Bella who claimed him. It was the imprint she left upon his mind and the deep love she carried for him inside of her heart that allowed it. Love, Sam. It's not always about tradition, honor or mystery. They have to fight every single day for their love. Bella is resented by many of our people. You've heard the ignorance of the old ones voicing their disgust that a Black should disgrace them by taking a white woman to his bed, but they fight for it because that is love."

Sam watched them closely. Arms and legs intertwined, Bella's body was a feast of caligulan delights for the men devouring her pale, delicate flesh. It took restraint for Jacob to keep the wolf at bay. His sharp eyes could see it straining against the skin, both out of sexual frenzy and territorial need, but he was willing it back, focused on the woman he held in his arms, drawing on the pleasure she took in riding Embry Call hard and fast in the sand.

This was no mere coupling of erotic delight. It was love and humility expressed in its most primitive form.

Leah stepped into his line of sight, and with a sinful smile walked out of the thicket and toward the shore. Naked and shimmering beneath moonlight, the sway of her hips beckoned he follow and partake in all she was offering. Glancing at him over her shoulder, dark, smokey eyes called to him, demanding both his body and soul.

No longer a girl-child of innocence, she was a woman full of carnal appetite and sexual desire; every inch the warrior queen, presiding over mossy forest and dark night. Raven hair shimmered beneath the moonlight when she circled round his body, breathing in the heady scent of masculine arousal.

The hardened tips of her breasts brushed softly against his back when she stopped behind him, fingernails scratching lightly down his side. "Tell me, Sam, is it my face you see when Emily is beneath you? Is it my body or hers you desire? The way my hair used to fall across your chest, the feel of it wrapped around your cock." Her breath was warm across his cheek, voice low and sultry when her small hand grasped him tightly. The words she spoke punctuated by sharp nips to his earlobe. "My mouth on yours. My lips and tongue tasting every... single... inch... of you."

"Do you remember how it felt the first time you took me?" she asked, stroking that hard length until he shuddered beneath her touch. Eyes never leaving the trio on the beach, both she and Sam watched, the contours of her body pressed closely against the heat of his back. "Warm, wet and tight... the first stroke of sex tickling your spine. The way you throbbed deep inside of me until you came hard screaming my name."

Leah's hand gripped him harder, stroking faster, the words dripping from her tongue thickly laced with sexual desire and memory. "The way I took you in my mouth, tasting myself on your skin... swallowing everything you had left to give me."

The images flashed through his mind. Long hair, black as a raven's wing. A soft, copper body sliding beneath him. The curve of hips and blush of rose on his lovers cheek.

Sam wanted her. Wanted her in a way he'd never wanted Emily, and Leah knew it. Imprint be damned.

"Tell me, Sam..." One arm snaked around his chest, a long, red fingernail scraping across the scars of his heart before raking further up his skin. Skimming his lips until with a growl he took it into his mouth. "...do you still want me?"

Wordlessly, she released him. His eyes followed the sway of her hips when she walked toward a rocky outcropping, resting herself against a boulder, smoothed by hundreds of years of ocean tides.

Nymph, siren, goddess or queen- Leah embodied them all. Skin smooth like chocolate, ripe and waiting to be tasted, her legs parted in invitation, overwhelming his senses. Lust dripped thick as wild honey between her thighs, begging to be tasted. The scent of her desire hung in the air, tempting his body with remembrance. Words fell from her reddened lips, demanding a response. "Your body craves mine and yet you torture yourself with nothing but memories of teenage lust and clumsy love-making. All that I am can be yours again in ways you have only dreamed. Every sinful thought and fantasy you've ever had will come true. I will push you back and fight for dominance. I will give you all the things which your imprint has denied, but make no mistake, after tonight ... you will be mine."

"It is your choice, Sam, but I'm claiming you. You'll need me like you never wanted Emily, and you will come whenever I call."

Thunder crashed over the Pacific, mirroring the storm that had been raging in his soul for five long years.

A bolt of lightning tore open the night sky, bathing Leah's body in the glow of nature's fury. With supernatural eyes, he saw her as he never had before. The teenage girl he'd once loved had matured into a woman, her body supple and ripe to be plucked. The wolf had changed Leah, enhancing the heavy curves the gods had blessed her with. Sam appraised her head to toe, following the strong lines of her legs. Eyes moving over tight, burnished copper nipples, drawn to the smooth, pink flesh of her sex, flush with arousal.

Leah took him in, wondering if he was aware of the way his cock throbbed and pulsed ever so slightly with every drop of rain. Though he stood a mere six feet away, already she could feel him deep inside of her. She didn't just want this man, but needed him. Whatever supernatural rules imposed on them would be broken. Emily was not his soul mate. She was no more than a lap dog for the pack. Leah Clearwater and Sam Uley both knew they belonged to each other.

Slowly she parted the bare, pink lips of her pussy, dipping her long, slender fingers inside, pulling the wolf deeper into temptation. The length of her hair flowed over her shoulders, the soft rain leaving behind a darkened shade of indigo over raven locks.

A wicked smile played along her face while she watched his eyes follow the tips of her fingers upward past the curve of her waist, skimming lightly across her skin before finally savoring the taste of her own desire.

Droplets of water carved winding rivers through the valley of her breasts and created waterfalls that dripped from her hardened nipples. Sam took it all in, and the feral dominance of the wolf releasing an inhuman growl that reverberated off the trees when she threw her head back, moaning in ecstasy.

"Enough!" he shouted, striding forward. The calluses of his palms bit into her when he grasped her shoulders roughly, but Leah did not care when his mouth consumed hers.

Punch-drunk on love and lust, Sam no longer cared he had an imprint or about the vows he'd sworn to protect her. The world contracted and there was only Leah-and she was taking what she wanted.

For the first time in years, he ran his hands down her body; fingers stroking and playing against her spine, while his lips caressed every inch of her skin until his palms rested at the apex of her thighs. With heightened senses he breathed in her scent, remembering the way it once was and revelling in how it had subtly changed before diving into her hard and fast with his tongue. The magic of nature mingled freely in her blood now, making Sam groan when the first wave of her orgasm washed over his lips, greedily drinking everything she had to give.

Kneeling before her with his dick weighing heavy, the wolf could not wait any longer and neither could the man. Before he could rise, Leah pushed him backward into the dirt, straddling his waist. Long hair cascaded to one side when she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "I want to taste myself on you," but her tongue only traced the outline of his lips.

Hands braced on his chest, she sank down, swallowing his length deep inside of her body.

A flash of heat tore through Leah. Sam watched and listened in amazement at the scream which echoed against the rocks, confirming the unasked question between them. The way she was clenched so tightly around his cock, he now knew the truth. There had been no others since him. No man had touched her since the morning their lives were torn asunder.

Leah Clearwater had walked alone with only the moon to love.

In that moment of transcendence Sam finally understood. The imprint was but a mere echo of love-amplified adoration masked to exert control and tie their people to the land. The chains binding him to Emily broke irrevocably and there was no going back.

The rain came down in sheets, culminating into a violent hurricane of lightning and wind, extinguishing the flames on the beach while at the same time igniting the ones burning wild in their blood.

She could feel the throb inside of her as Sam grew larger and closer to the brink, but Leah wasn't finished yet. Another orgasm tore through her, and quickly, she moved between his legs, swallowing him until the head of his cock pushed past the back of her throat. Sam began to jerk beneath her. Pinning him to the dirt with inhuman strength, the she-wolf took what she needed before releasing him to take what he wanted.

Groaning, Sam felt her tongue curve around him like a snake, watching the salacious delight on her face, slowly drawing him out like a wicked, little girl sucking a lollipop.

When she was finished, Leah rose to her knees and turned, smiling sinfully back at him over her shoulder, humbly presenting herself like an offering.

He knelt behind her, parting the firm roundness of her cheeks, unable to stave off the temptation of the tight, puckered, pink flesh. Sam drew his cock between her folds, slipping inside her softness, then pulled out, rubbing the tip back and forth over her clit until she came in surge of wetness. Without hesitation, he drew upward, pressing slightly. If he was seeking permission, Leah gave an answer by pushing back hard against him.

Gripping her hips roughly, he slid further inside, enjoying her cries of pleasure but barely keeping a leash on his control. It took every ounce of self restraint not to slam into her over and over again, but as she soon reminded him, Leah was not human.

With almost brutal force she thrust back against him, until every inch was encased inside of her, proving that fragility was a physical virtue she did not possess. The she-wolf could give him what Emily refused to, and all the things she could not.

His hand pressed firmly into the small of her back, claws extending, their tips pressing into the skin, but on instinct he held back. Sam was waiting for her.

She moved away suddenly, turning until she was wrapped in his arms. The hard glint in her eyes softened their blackness to violet. In them, Sam saw it all-desire, passion, grace, love and unerring devotion. This woman was claiming him through the tenderness of a heart broken by mysteries beyond their control. Leah was providing him a second chance at life, yet at the same time, telling him it was the only chance they had left.

Perhaps on some level he always knew this would happen. For too long he had put off a marriage between he and his imprint, always placing honor and duty to the pack above their bond. Yet with Leah, the rain pouring down all around them, he found himself very much married in ways that really mattered. Theirs was a connection that had never quite broken, only intensifying by pain and separation.

The tips of her breasts brushed against his chest, sending jolts of electricity up his spine. Covering her lips with as much tenderness as a man could possess, Sam made his promises to her without words.

The wolf receded slightly, letting the boy who once loved a girl, to now love the woman as a man.

The rain had abated and they made love under the stars, seeking in each other what they had both longed for under every full moon since the change. When gentleness turned to hunger, the power of the wolf shimmered beneath Leah's copper skin, her eyes tingeing liquid gold and glowing bright in the surrounding darkness.

Sam could feel it vibrating beneath his hands, calling the warrior in his soul to rise. Their movements became frenzied, faster than the slapping sound of the waves against the sand.

"I'll never share you. From now on, you'll be mine." Leah's voice sounded otherworldly, caught somewhere between human and wolf. "Tell me it's what you want. Tell me this is your choice."

Lips and teeth grazed across his shoulder, demanding a response.

Fingers tangled in her hair, Sam gave answer by pushing her tightly to the juncture of his neck, then clamped down hard on hers.

In that second, every tie he'd ever had to Emily disappeared.

Artemis and Orion became one.

Did you like WNT? It's been nominated in the best erotica category for The Fandom Choice Awards. Voting runs through January 3. www. fandomchoiceawards. com