I am so sick of all this werewolf-kanima shit.
Seriously, I mean what the hell? It’s hard enough being a damn teenager without all of this paranormal crap. I know I’m just a human and Scott’s the one with the actual problems but I just spent way, way too much time holding Derek Hale up in the school swimming pool to care.
Sometimes I think they forget that I have feelings too, you know, the human that gets dragged into crazy werewolf situations that have totally nothing to do with him. I mean yeah, it’s freaking awesome sometimes but right now, it’s not so much my thing.
I stretched out in my computer chair after getting back from the school. My whole body ached from trying to stay afloat and avoid almost certain death from some weird snake-lizard creature. I kicked off my shoes which were still a little damp and stretched my toes.
I need a god-damn shower.
The hot water felt amazing running down over my body, like I could finally relax a bit. I soaped myself up and cleaned off that werewolf smell. Not just werewolf smell, wet werewolf. That is not pretty.
I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around my waist before walking out of the steam filled bathroom. I yawned a little as I walked back into my room and shut the door behind me. As I stretched my arms out in front of me I saw a shadow on the floor that didn’t belong. I turned my head and almost fell on the floor with the shock of seeing Derek standing by the dresser.
“Holy-! What the hell Derek?” I leapt away and rubbed my eyes.
He looked me up and down and I became increasingly aware that I was naked. He gave me a bemused look and I held on tighter to my towel.
“I… uh why- what are you doing here?” I asked.
“Did you talk to Scott?” He said.
“About what? Look, haven’t you spent enough time with me today?” I said.
He smirked. “Don’t flatter yourself there, I need to see Scott.”
“So go and break into his house, why is it always here? Why is it always me?” I muttered the last part to myself.
“He’s not at home and I’m not stupid enough to hover around the Argent’s garden looking for him. I know he is.” Derek rolled his eyes a little.
I sighed. “Yeah he’s a bit of a loose cannon when it comes to Alison.”
Derek shook his head a little, his lips never moving from their thin line. He had his hands in his jeans pockets and a leather jacket covering his damp shirt. I felt a shiver run over me and looked over at the open window.
“Seriously? Do I need to start locking my windows to avoid late night visits from werewolves?” I asked and this time his lips twitched into a smile.
“You could, but I don’t think you will.”
“What does that even mean?” I asked.
“You ask too many questions.”
“Well no one ever answers me!” I threw my hands up and my towel slipped a little causing me to grasp at it frantically.
Derek just laughed.
“Don’t you have a pack to go play with?”
“And here I was thinking you were enjoying my company.” He walked over to me and held his face close to mine. “If you get hold of Scott, tell him I’m looking for him.” His eyes dropped for a moment before looking me in the eyes again. “By the way your towel is starting to slip again.”
I turned my face away and held it far tighter as he climbed out of my window and bounded off into the night.
Well that was pretty weird. Why does he always have to come to me when he’s looking for Scott? I have enough trouble finding him as it is.
And why was he so… chilled? It’s not very Derek-like. Hmm, maybe he’s right. I do ask a lot of questions.
Alright, I’ll try to stop that.
For some weird reason I just couldn’t get Derek out of my head. There was just something about tonight that made him stick in there. It actually felt really good to be the one to save him for once.
Usually I’m the god-damn damsel in distress, which sucks by the way.
I sighed and walked over to my bed and sat down, running my hand over my head and lying back down. I tossed my towel to the floor and climbed under my bed covers. As I closed my eyes, really needing to sleep I realised that Derek was still hanging around in my head.
My eyes slowly began to get tired and eventually I drifted to sleep.
I turned over, determined to stay asleep.
“Stiles…” The voice got louder and more insistent. “Stiles!”
I groaned and rolled back over. “What?” I opened my eyes to see Derek standing above me and I flinched. “Holy crap! Derek!”
“Yes?” He said.
“What… you’re in my room and you woke me up so what do you want?” I said.
“You don’t know?”
I didn’t say anything. I knew what I wanted but was that what he wanted too?
He grinned wickedly and his eyes glowed red. I swallowed hard and said nothing as he pulled his jacket off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. He swooped in close as I sat up a little. He held his body over mine and as he drew his face in close I felt him breath in deeply, taking in my scent. He let out a growling sound that sent shivers down my spine in a way that could have been out of fear but I’m almost certain that it was something else.
I closed my eyes and took a few heavy breaths and then it happened; I startled myself awake.
“What the fuck?” I said to myself.
This was not normal. I can't believe that I just had a dream about Derek… like that.
The next day at school I must have looked about as crappy as I felt because I didn’t get any sleep after that dream. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to have that dream again or maybe it was the other… pressing matter.
I don’t want to talk about it.
“What happened to you last night?” I spun around to see Scott looking at me and I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t you start, you’re the one who gets away and hides out with your hunter girlfriend and in the meantime I get Derek hunting me down because he’s looking for you.” I grumbled.
“Why was he looking for me?”
“I don’t know!”
“Well why didn’t you ask?”
“I did but he’s a psycho and didn’t tell me why.” I said.
“Who’s a psycho?” We both turned to see Derek standing behind us and I looked away, my cheeks flushing a little as I remembered my dream.
Get out, get out, get out.
I saw him eye me suspiciously but he usually looked at me like that so it wasn’t that odd.
“Why do you have to bother Stiles all the time? If you want to talk to me then come after me.” Scott said and a tried to subtly turn even further away but Derek just narrowed his eyes at me and then tilted his head towards Scott.
“Well if you don’t want me to bother him to get to you then maybe you should stay away from the Argent house. I’m not cleaning up your body when he catches you there.” Derek said.
Scott rolled his eyes and pulled his bag up onto his shoulder. “Come on Stiles.” He glared at Derek and started to walk away.
I scratched my head and avoided his eyes as I started to follow Scott.
“What’s wrong with you?” He said and I stopped.
“What, me? No, nothing.” I said.
He raised an eyebrow and grinned arrogantly. “You’re being stranger than usual.”
I bumbled around with my words a little and heard the bell ring for class and pointed towards school before scampering off to science class.
That afternoon I drove Scott to the woods to meet with Alison, I told him he could wolf it back to his place after. I think I made a bit of a fool of myself earlier in front of Derek, why can't I just play it cool? It was just a stupid dream.
I shut the door of my jeep outside my house, my dad was out at the station still, he probably had a late shift tonight, what with all the crap going on around here.
I walked up to my bedroom and threw my bag on the floor. As I went to sit down in my computer chair but as I turned I caught a glimpse of someone in the corner of my room and slipped off the edge of the chair and onto the floor.
“Derek!” I said as I climbed back up and he shook his head at me. “Again really?”
He laughed and folded his arms.
“Or is this another dream?” I muttered.
“Another dream?” He raised an eyebrow with amusement and I opened my eyes wide. “You realise I can hear you from here.”
“I… Well yeah, obviously.” I said.
“So you thought that what you just said was the best thing to say?”
I shrugged and shook my head around, turning my gaze away from him. God this was awkward, why is he even here? I looked back up at him to ask him just that and he was gone.
“So what were you dreaming about Stiles?” I leapt forward as I felt his hot breath on my ear.
I rubbed my neck where I had felt him whisper to me and gave him a look. “What are you doing?” I asked.
He grinned wickedly and stepped forward a little. My heart pounded and I wasn’t sure why. Was I scared or was it something else entirely. He walked towards me and I took steps back until I hit the wall. I looked back to confirm that yes, I was stuck and he was still advancing.
Is it wrong that a part of me was aching for him to keep going? I won't tell you which part of me it was.
He stopped only inches from me and his eyes grazed me up and down. I swallowed hard.
“You can’t hide it Stiles, I can smell it on you.” He growled.
“I… don’t know what you mean.” Can he smell lies too?
I hope not.
He grinned and pressed me against the wall with one hand, his claws beginning to extend. He dragged it down over my chest and I think I may have stopped breathing. I closed my eyes tightly and his breath was bearing down on my neck, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. His breath was rasping, like a low growl and his claws were only just grazing my skin as his hand slipped under my shirt and back up over my stomach.
My breathing was ragged and my mouth was parted as he sent shivers down my spine. What the hell was going on with me?
“Do you feel that?” He said.
“Um yeah… wait what?” I said, turning my head to look at him, his eyes so close to mine that I could see myself in them.
“Your heart is racing.”
“Yeah I have… allergies or something, I don’t know I think it’s the weather for it-”
“Shut up.” He said with a shake of his head.
I went to speak but he gave me such a menacing glare that I shut my mouth instantly.
He gazed into my eyes and I swallowed hard again. He leant in towards me a little before he looked up and threw me across the room.
“Ow what the- Dad!” I was leaning against my desk as my father opened the door.
I think he may have called out as he did but I was too busy being thrown painfully into a desk to notice.
“You alright there Stiles?” He asked with a concerned look on his face.
“Yeah, never better, what’s up?” My eyes darted to Derek standing just behind the door.
My dad looked a little confused but that was pretty much the way he always looked at me. “Just seeing if you were going to be playing in the game this weekend?”
“I didn’t know you were home… and I’ll probably be, on the bench, again, as usual.”
“I just had to collect some files and I saw your Jeep so I thought I’d come up and ask. Clearly this was a bad time.” He raised his eyebrows and supressed an awkward smile. “I should be in for dinner tomorrow, but I have a late night tonight.”
“Yeah, sure, cool.”
“I’ll just leave you to- whatever it was you were doing.” He backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
“Yeah, alright, night dad.” I said, exhaling for the first time since he had come in. “He was a little weird don’t you think?” I asked casually and Derek shook his head. “What?”
He walked over coolly and stood in front of me. “Maybe it was because of this.” He reached out and cupped his hand to the bulge in my jeans and my jaw dropped.
“Uh…” That was all I could manage.
“But I don’t think he expected that there was anyone else here.” He grinned and I shot him a glare.
“Yeah, thanks for that.” He laughed before he threw me back onto my bed.
He descended on me, standing over me and waiting for me to make room. I just looked up at him, so strong and rugged. And he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I scoot backwards on the bed and he knelt over me.
I don’t know why I let him keep going but I couldn’t stop this feeling. I have never felt like this with someone before.
He pulled at my shirt and I sat up so he could pull it over my head. He forced me back down and his lips finally made contact with my skin. The scratchy stubble on his chin skimming my chest as he kissed my collarbone and his hand ran back and forth over my stomach.
“Did you really come here because you wanted to see Scott?” I asked shakily.
He looked up at me with a scowl before he went back to kissing down my chest.
“I guess that means you're not a big talker.”
“Stiles…” He said as his lips brushed my ribs.
“I think I probably do too much talking.”
“Stiles…” He said with annoyance in his voice as he licked just above my navel.
“So how long have you known that you were-”
“Stiles!” He growled and let his face hover over mine with a glowering look. “If you don’t shut up… I’m going to make you.”
“How would you-” I probably should have taken the hints earlier but in a way I’m glad I didn’t.
He roughly pressed his lips into mine and opened his mouth as I did just the same. His tongue slipped behind my teeth and he reached his hand up to hold my face tightly. As he moved his lips with mine in a hot mess of tongues he put his leg between my thighs and ground his hips against mine.
I could feel a solid heat pressed against me and a groan escaped my lips as he thrust in slow strokes. He pulled his lips from mine and stared down hungrily before he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the ground. He forced my head to the side as he kissed my neck and I felt my hands shaking as I struggled to think of what to do with them.
“Tell me you want me.” Derek growled, his eyes starting to glow red.
He looked up at me, his hips still grinding softly. I just sort of gaped at him and he smiled.
“Don’t you know how to play the game Stiles?” He grinned as he pulled himself off of me and turned me over so he could kiss his way down my back.
Shivers engulfed me and I wasn’t sure that I could say anything even if I wanted to but I managed to get something out.
“You… you told me to shut up.” I felt him smile as he drew the skin of my back into his mouth and grazed his – thankfully – human teeth over it.
My hands gripped the sheets tightly. “Don’t tell me you’re new to this?”
I scoffed a little. “No.” I said without much conviction.
I felt him stop and panted a little.
“Stiles… are you saying that you’re a virgin?” He asked and I screwed up my face and shrugged a little.
“Not… I mean well technically…” I heard him sigh and felt him get up and off the bed.
I rolled over and saw him pull his shirt back on.
“Wait, what? Where are you going?” I said, not wanting him to leave.
He didn’t answer. He just pushed the window open more and climbed out.
“Wait, Derek!” I sat up and looked out my window as he jumped off the roof and started walking away.
Why the hell would he do that? I didn’t even know I wanted him until he made me feel it so what the hell was his problem? He couldn’t just throw himself out there and then leave, I feel like an idiot.
“I want you.” I said to myself.
I really did. I wanted to be with Derek, but for some reason he was just gone.
“I want you.” I clenched my teeth as I heard his voice echo in my head.
I almost stopped, I almost turned back but I wasn’t about to do it. I didn’t want to take something from him that I had forced on him. Who said that this was what he really wanted? I know he said that he wanted me once he thought I was out of earshot but that doesn’t mean that he really meant it. Idiot, I already mentioned my hearing once today.
But for some reason his idiocy was charming.
I can't explain my attraction for Stiles, it’s more frustrating than it is anything else.
It’s the wolf in me, there’ something about him that draws me in. Maybe it’s the way he stands up to me with that smart mouth of his.
I can't help who I am, who I was born, but I didn’t give him a choice on this and he deserves one. I walked back to my house with my fists clenched to try and control myself.
That’s another thing; even if he made the choice I would have to be so careful because I won't make him into what I am. It’s hard when my desire crosses into something else. Anger and lust were so close that it was hard to separate them sometimes.
Maybe that’s where this started. Stiles could make me so angry and one day I just looked at him and then… I knew that I wanted to have him.
Taking what I wanted was one thing; taking his virginity was another, especially when he had clearly never thought of himself in this way.
It’s a strange feeling, when you just know that you want someone. It’s a werewolf thing. It’s all about scent. There are some people who just give off pheromones that we find attractive, irresistible. It doesn’t always stay the same and sometimes it doesn’t start off that way but all I know is that being around them makes it harder to keep in control of that side of you.
You always have the scents surrounding you and it’s easy enough to tune them out, unless it’s someone who triggers you. That’s what Stiles does for me. Being a werewolf makes it hard to be definitively straight or gay. We see people as people, or smell them, and physical attraction comes second. Resisting a trigger is harder than you would think.
I want him and I feel that in every part of my body, it’s like an instinct. All I have to do is wait for that feeling to go away. In my experience, waiting it out is the only way to get rid of the feeling. Sometimes people never stop feeling it for one person, and then it’s just easier to move.
I reached my house and walked up the front stairs. When I opened the door Erica and Boyd were hanging about in what used to be the living room.
“Are the two of you still here?” I said roughly.
“Are you still pining for Scott’s little side-kick?” Erica asked in a not so sweet way.
I glared at her and she gave me a satisfied smile.
“Leave him alone.” Boyd said.
I wasn’t about to jump up and thank his for defending me, in all honesty I didn’t care what she said to me. It’s just amusing to watch her trying to get under my skin the way I know I can to her.
“I just think it’s a real waste, you know? Someone like you… going after him.” Erica said.
“Well, that’s what happens. It’s not like I have any control over it.” I said.
“You don’t have to want him.” She said.
“He’s a trigger for me, so like I said, I don’t have any control over it.” I said, slightly annoyed.
“What’s a trigger?” Boyd asked.
“A trigger is someone who has an irresistible scent, it’s not the same for everyone and it doesn’t always last. You feel like you have no control when you’re near them. Everything that could trigger the transformation is just bubbling under the surface. It’s passion, lust, anger… all rolled into one and projected into a physical form. Like I said, they call it a trigger for a reason.” I explained.
I suppose I would have to explain all of this stuff to them one day. My fault for choosing a bunch of teenagers I suppose.
“So, what? You imprinted on Stiles?” Erica said ignorantly.
That one got on my nerves a little.
“This isn’t Twilight and you’re no Bella. Weren’t you listening? I said it doesn’t always last and it’s not like a romantic bond, it’s a one way obsession based on scent. The trigger appeals to everything that makes up your wolf side and that’s why it’s so hard to keep control when you’re around them, that’s why they’re called triggers.”
“So you expect me to believe that?” I turned to Erica and growled.
She looked away, knowing that I had the authority over her.
“What’s going on?” Isaac walked down the stairs and looked over at us.
I groaned. “Don’t you all have homes to go to?”
“No.” Said Isaac as he walked past me and over to where Boyd was standing. “So what’s going on down here?”
“We’re talking about his creepy obsession with Stiles.” Erica muttered.
I let out a loud growl in her direction and she flinched away from me.
“He called it a trigger, like a scent based attraction to someone.” Boyd clarified.
Isaac nodded to himself. “Like, an irresistible urge?” he asked.
I looked up at him. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“And it makes the transformation happen?” He asked.
“You know what he means?” Boyd asked.
“I think so. There’s this girl, a freshman, every time I see her I just… I don’t know, I’m just drawn to her. I got too close to her once and ended up transforming in the locker room. I just, couldn’t control it.” He said.
All three of them looked up at me. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
“So how do I stop it? I can't keep going through that at school. I thought it was just some weird coincidence.” Isaac asked.
“You avoid her and you wait it out. Or you can act on it, but if she’s human you’ll have to be really careful. A mixture of all those emotions, you could kill her.” I said.
“I was afraid of that.” He sighed. “So that’s what it’s like for you with Stiles?”
I nodded. “It’s a scent thing, doesn’t matter who it is. My advice for you; don’t lose your control. Stay away from her. You’re new to this and the first time is the hardest.”
“It happens more than once?”
“I just explained all of this. Get one of them to tell you.” I said.
Boyd told him all about it, reciting back what I had said almost word for word.
“How long have you known that Stiles was a trigger?” He asked.
“I don’t know, like a month or two? Why do you want to know?” I have known about it for quite a while.
It’s not like it’s something that you can put to the back of your mind. I’ve just been able to stay away from him for most of the time, or hold back my urges. Tonight was a mistake and I knew that if I hadn’t just walked away I could have really hurt him, done something I regret. Even if he did want me, I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t turn and lose control.
I didn’t want to give him the bite because I knew that he didn’t want it, but being in that situation with him – I would have taken him and torn him to pieces if I wasn’t careful.
“Derek!” I looked up as I heard the voice in the distance.
“Looks like the little lost puppy followed you home.” Erica grinned.
I walked over to her and looked down at her. “You can push me as much as you want, so long as you know that I’ll beat you in everything you try.”
She pouted and folded her arms but didn’t say anything else.
“He’s still yelling out there.” Isaac said.
“I can hear him.” I said.
I could smell him too. His scent filled my nose and engulfed my entire body. My heartbeat got faster and I could feel my skin prickling as he triggered the uncontrollable side of me.
“Do you want me to send him home?” Boyd asked.
I rolled my eyes. “I can deal with it myself. I’m a little better at controlling this than you are. I’ve done it before.” I muttered as I headed out the door.
What the hell was he doing here? I could feel the anger bubbling under the surface but I knew I had to keep it in check while I got rid of him.
“Derek!” I was going to kill him.
I caught sight of him and ran over, shoving him up against a tree.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I growled.
“Oh hey Stiles, sorry I just ran out of your house after-”
“You’re an idiot do you know that?” I had his shirt balled up in my hand and I pressed him harder against the tree.
His scent was completely intoxicating me now. I shouldn’t be anywhere near him, I shouldn’t have come outside.
“Well yeah but that’s not the point.” He said.
“Go home Stiles.” I shoved him and let go, taking a few steps back but my feet wouldn’t let me leave.
“Why? So you can break into my room again?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Not saying I minded really, I mean I never thought about it before but-”
“Stiles!” I snarled.
“Yeah I know; shut up.” He rolled his eyes and I ran my tongue over my bottom lip. “Look if you’re worried that I’m… inexperienced or whatever then to tell you the truth you’re a bit of a douche.”
I shook my head and tried not to laugh.
“What? You left right after that.” He said.
“Stiles, I could kill you.” I said.
“Yeah I know, so could the flu.” I raised an eyebrow and he shrugged.
I took a step closer and saw him swallow. His heart pounded faster and his forehead was shiny.
“Are you saying that I’m like the flu?”
“In the way that you could kill me, but I’d rather have you than the flu. I mean the flu makes you all shaky and sore.”
I grinned. “So would I.”
He nodded a little to himself and looked away.
God damn it, why did I come out here? Why did he have to have such a big mouth that he used before he thought it through? I stepped even closer to him until I almost had my chest pressed against his.
I took a deep breath in, my control slipping further and further out of my grasp. “I’m not good for you Stiles.” I said.
“Would you stop being such a sour-wolf?” He said.
I jabbed him with my finger and glowered at him. “Don’t call me that.”
“What you going to do?” He pushed.
Erica couldn’t get under my skin but somehow Stiles knew how to. I balled his shirt up in my fist again and pressed my lips into his.
I was on fire. My entire body was ablaze and I knew that I had made a mistake. He was a trigger and I had broken my rule. I had never let a trigger get too close to me and by now, after having left him once I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it again.
I licked his top lip with my tongue and took his face in my hand. As his tongue slipped into my mouth I growled low in my throat and kissed him harder. The finger I jabbed him with was now a firm palm against his chest, holding him down. I dragged it down over his chest and let it find its way under his shirt.
His body was warm but his lips were cold. I couldn’t get enough of him, every kiss, every touch… it wasn’t enough of him for me.
I tore my lips from him and rested my head against him, panting and using every inch of my self control not to turn. I kept my eyes closed until I knew I was in no danger of transforming in front of him. As I opened them I saw that he was looking up at me in a way that was both sure of himself and vulnerable. He wouldn’t have come out here if he didn’t mean what he said.
I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back towards the house. “Come with me.” I said, not really giving him an option.
He willingly followed but I didn’t let go of him. As I dragged him up the steps and into the house the three newbies stared at me and Stiles made an awkward waving motion with his hand.
“Don’t you all have somewhere else to be?” I said irritably.
“I do now.” Erica rolled her eyes and got up to leave, Boyd followed her.
As Isaac passed us he smiled weakly. “Be careful.” I glared at him and he backed away. “Just saying, you’re the one who isn’t taking his own advice.”
When they left I started dragging Stiles upstairs again. My bedroom has long since been repaired since the fire and when I reached the door I threw him in. He stumbled a little in the way he always does and I pulled my jacket off my shoulders. He slowly began to take off his outer shirt but it wasn’t fast enough.
I grabbed it and tore it off before reaching down and pulling his shirt over his head, doing the same to mine. He was breathing heavily and I wasn’t going to let myself lose it. I reached down to his belt and unbuckled it quickly, pulling it smoothly out of the loops.
“You look like you’ve done that before.” He mumbled and he undid his buttons and started to slide his jeans to the floor.
I glared at him before shoving him back onto the bed and removing my own jeans. I clambered over him and pressed my hips firmly into his, that part of him was definitely not cold. His skin felt so soft against mine, it sent sparks through me. I kissed him, my tongue wrestling his in a torrid mess that left me absolutely throbbing. His naïve hands ran down my sides and over my ass until they gripped my thighs, pulling me into him.
My lips traced his chin and while I still had my human teeth I gently bit down on the soft flesh of his neck. I felt his fingers grip me tighter as I sucked on his bare skin, leaving a mark that was more of a bruise than anything else. I put my hands either side of him on the bed, my claws extending from my fingertips. I pulled away from him to breath, willing myself to stay human.
Stiles made it almost impossible as one of his hands reached around and cupped my shaft with a slight squeeze.
I looked down into his eyes and I could see the reflection of the red glow from mine. I grabbed his wrist roughly and tore it away, pinning it to the bed. With my other hand I ripped away his boxers, literally. My claws would not retract after his little stunt.
I took him carefully in my hand and his eyes rolled back as I caressed him. I kissed down his stomach and I heard him moan a few odd words before I wrapped my tongue around him. He moaned loudly as I sucked his tip and then drew him in deeper, my whole body tingled from the sensation of it.
I don’t know why I never did this with a trigger before, it was so much better than with anyone else, and there was something different about Stiles. It felt like more than just a trigger. How was I ever going to stay away from him now?
“Holy…” I breathed as Derek went down on me.
I have never felt anything like it before. He was amazing, I was barely worried about him growing massive canines and… well you get it. All I was thinking was … wow.
He pulled away and brought his face in close to mine. His eyes were still glowing and I could see him trying not to touch me with his clawed hands.
“Turn over.” He growled in a voice that wasn’t quite his.
I didn’t care that he was half shifting, right now that was so far from my care list. I rolled over and he kissed and licked my shoulder blades. I felt him pull back and shift his weight as he removed his boxers and pressed his bare hips against me. He pulled my hips back to meet him and I knelt on all fours as he dragged his claws gently down my back.
How could I not have realised that this is something that I want? How could it not be?
I felt him reach for something and put it on, I closed my eyes. He grabbed my leg and held onto it almost painfully before he leant over and whispered to me.
“Just take what I give you, don’t try anything or I may rip your throat out.”
“Is that supposed to happen?”
I heard him laugh. “Not if you want to do it again.”
“Well then I’ll just do what you say.” I said.
He kissed my shoulder and I panted a little before grunting as he slowly entered me.
He exhaled with a sound that was mixed between pleasure and pain as he very slowly thrust himself in and out.
It hurt at first but it didn’t take long before my body had warmed up to his. He began to move faster, thrusting a little harder each time. His grip on my shoulder and hip tightened painfully but I tried not to focus on that.
There were far more enjoyable things being done to me. I balled my fists up as I gripped the sheets and he moaned with every stroke, making me do the same. I felt him go quicker and the groaning he was making grew shallower and deeper. As he reached his climax he let out a growl that made my hair stand on end, or maybe that was the feel of him coming inside me.
He pulled out and I collapsed onto my chest as he leapt back. As I turned to look at him I saw that he had slumped back against the far wall, his face now contorted from his transformation. As he panted I could see his strong jaw and sharp teeth resembling more of an animal than a man.
I sat up and rested against the headboard, not sure which mindset he was in now. I watched him as he got up shakily and walked over to the bed, climbing in beside me. He stared at me with his red eyes and I swallowed hard. He looked into my eyes and I could hear him slow his breathing until his face began to change back to human.
We stared at one another for a moment before he leant in and kissed me, softer this time, but still every bit as passionately. His eyes looked down to my shoulder and sighed. His fingers had already left bruises on my skin and there were four tiny puncture marks from his claws.
“That’s not going to turn me, right?” I asked.
“Most likely not, they’re not deep enough.” He said, inspecting my hips for more bruising, sure enough, it was there.
“I can't do this again.” He groaned, a furrow deep in his brow.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Would you look at yourself? You’re lucky I didn’t break something.” He looked down at my neck and sighed again. “By the way that’s going to last for a while.”
I put a hand to the spot where he had bitten me and winced, it was tender and sore. I’m sure there was going to be an even more obvious mark there than on my shoulder.
He looked away and his jaw jutted out. I leant up and kissed his neck and he shoved me down with a lightning fast reflex.
“What did I just say?” He said.
“You said you can't, you didn’t say anything about me.” I shrugged a little and it took him a while before he smiled.
“God, I hate you.” He said as he rolled me over and began kissing me all over again.
It was pretty late by the time I left Derek’s place, he came with me in my car, I’m not totally sure why. He said something about me being a trigger but I uh… wasn’t really listening.
We sat in silence in the car as I drove home, Derek either staring out the window or at me. It was slightly odd but I didn’t mind.
“So…” I said, trying to break the silence.
He just stared over at me.
“So am I like your boyfriend now?” I grinned at him, knowing that it would bug him.
He shot me a death glare and rolled his eyes. “Don’t ever call me that.”
“So you know I don’t really care about the bruises and stuff. I mean this might be a bit hard to hide,” I pointed to my neck, “but I don’t really mind it.”
“When I tear out your throat or rip parts of you to shreds you might have something different to say.” He said.
“Well, I probably won't be saying anything if you rip my throat out. And how many times can you threaten to rip me open before I figure out that you’re bluffing?”
He leant over and whispered in my ear. “It’s not a bluff it’s a gamble I take.” When he took my earlobe into his mouth I swerved a little but managed to stay on the road.
He rubbed his hand up my thigh and I exhaled shakily. “Hey look there’s my house.”
I pulled into the driveway and Derek pulled away from me as we got out of the car. He walked with me up the steps and we stopped on my porch.
“Look I don’t really know what’s going on here but-”
He grabbed my face with his and kissed me. He slipped one hand to my waist and pulled me into him. This kiss was softer, tenderer than the others. I have to say, I liked it a lot.
I leapt back from him as the door opened and my father came out with an eyebrow raised. Derek looked pretty calm but I was a little jittery.
“Dad, hey, I was just-”
“Stiles, relax.” He said, putting his hands up.
“Good to see you Sheriff.” Derek said before he gave me a smile and began walking away.
“Goodnight Mr Hale.” My father watched him until he hit the path and then turned to me. “You coming in?”
I slunk past him and tried to escape to my room but he grabbed my arm. “Okay dad, listen, before you say anything I-”
“Stiles, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. If you want to stand around on the porch kissing boys like Derek Hale then go for it… well, you know what I mean.” He nodded understandingly.
“Wait, you’re not mad or shocked or anything?”
“Not really.” He shrugged. “What does shock me is who you were out there with.”
I sighed. “Yeah, I know Derek is a bit…”
“I mean I thought maybe you could be… you know… but I didn't think you had it in you to get a guy like that.” He actually looked… proud.
“Thanks dad.” I rolled my eyes and he gave me a pat on the shoulder.
“You’ll always be my son.” I returned his gesture and turned to go upstairs. “Oh and Stiles?” I turned around and looked back expectantly. “All of the things I told you back when you were fourteen… that still applies, okay?”
I know my cheeks flushed but I tried to play it cool. “Do you really think that-” he pointed to his neck and I put my hand over the bruise. “Right. Night dad.” I rushed up the stairs; I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
I got to my room and closed the door behind me. God that was embarrassing.
“At least you have his approval.” I jumped about a mile as I turned to see Derek standing by the dresser… again.
“Are you always here?” I asked and he smiled.
“I can be.”
“Thanks for warning me that he was coming by the way.” I grumbled.
He walked over to me and kissed me.
“Oh yeah, that makes it better.” I said and he laughed again.
I walked over to my desk and leant on it.
“Do you want me to stay?” He asked.
“Obviously.” I said. “Oh, and one more thing?” I said without turning around.
“Yeah?” The look on his face was priceless when I turned around and whacked him on the nose with a magazine.
“What the hell?” He growled.
“You know what that was for.” I said, hiding my smile.
It took him a moment but he grinned, his red eyes glowing as he grabbed me and threw me onto my bed.
This was probably going to be a long night.