The younger one of the two, held the wriggling teen his arms as he kissing him pushing his tongue down the moaning teen's mouth the dark haired man warped his hand around his neck feeling his Adam's apple bob as the boy moaned, his lips were swollen and bleeding from being over used and nipped. His hands clawed at the man holding him as the older man was in-between his legs "Don't you look so pretty around my cock." Came a gruff voice and Stiles open his heavy eyes as he looked at the older man that was splitting him open. His warm brown eyes were clouded over as he looked down to watch the large thick cock refilled him over and over again.
"He does look pretty doesn't he, I think look even more pretty once he's round with pups." The younger male said, Stiles knew he should be listening to what these two are planning for him but half the night of hard and fast sex have left his mind wrecked.
From the moment Peter pulled Stiles inside the loft they hadn't let Stiles rest even more a moment once, when one finished fucking and knotting him the other moved in. His stomach was now stretched out filed with their cum that he started to think he looked about 4 months pregnant, he didn't know if he could keep this up without passing out. Stiles eyes' rolled back into his head as the older man Peter he thinks he's called grabbed his hips and snapped his hips faster ripping a scream out of Stiles' throat as he battered well over bruised sweet spot.
Derek grinned as he moved Stiles off his legs a little and started to direct Stiles to his weeping member "Come on beautiful open up one last time and after this you can sleep." Stiles whimpered as he felt Peter's cock start to swell, he open his mouth and let the dark haired man pushed his cock inside the teen's mouth and started to rock his hips making Stiles take his cock deep into his mouth. He pushed the cock in deep as he grabbed a handful of hair and held him close as he forced his cock down the teen's throat and moaned himself as he felt the teen choke on him.
"Fuck we're keeping this one." They young man groaned as he watched his uncle pushed his knot into the over used and abused hole of their mate…our mate… thought with a deep rumble of his chest. Stiles pulled his mouth away Derek's cock and cried out arching his back as he came on his stomach once again and then everything went black as he passed out in Derek's arms.
His whole body ached and throbbed as Stiles started to wake up, his mind was blanked he couldn't think right all he wanted to do was curl up and whimper he thought maybe he was beating up again by the wolf Jackson or Jackarse …Jackarse sounds right… he thought but then he won't have woken up in a nice warm bed. He felt his tail warp around his middle letting him know that he partly foxed out…Oh… his golden red ears twitched as he listen for any noises in this strange place, he picked up on two voices coming from somewhere in this place. Opening his eyes slowly he let them come in to focus.
He sat up weakly and looked around the dully light room, the bed was large and it was comfortable a thick quilt was placed over him with care and shifted seeing a shirt at the end of the bed. Moving his muscle screamed at him to stop and just go back to sleep but he picked up the black shirt and pulled it over his head and watched it as he fell to his knees. Stiles moved towards a stair case that twisted down making the young fox limp down holding on tightly to the rail.
He stopped as the voices got louder, he sat down because of his jelly legs and looked between the bars and watched the two men argue with each other, it was then Stiles remembered the two wolves that fucked him until he passed out. The younger male screamed bad boy that needs a shave while the other one reminds him of a car sales men/mass murder "He's a fox! Damn it Peter you had to pick a fox what if his skulk come looking for him!" The younger man yelled at the older one, who just smirked
"Relax nephew I knew what I was doing and whom I picked, this little vixen is alone in the world he is perfect for us. He needs a lot of love care Derek been living on the streets for the last 4 years abused by every passer-by and by one of the wolves from the McCall pack." Stiles held his whimper at the truth of the wolf "He will soon be full with our pups." He smiled as he placed his hand on the back of Derek's neck and pulled his head closer resting his head against his forehead as he rubbed his thumb along the skin, Derek sighed and closed his eyes letting his alpha his uncle and his adoptive father calm him "Think of your pups." He smiled
"Pups or kits." Derek whispered
"With any luck both. Imagine a small ball of red fur in a sea of black and grey wolves." He grinned, Derek grinned back.
It seem they knew Stiles was listen because Peter walked around to the stairs and looked up at him "You going to come down?" He smiled, Stiles hid behind his tail and whined at him
"Tell me he knows how to talk?" Derek asked looking shocked because he has not heard this kid utter a word since Peter brought him back.
"He knows but living alone in fear for such a long time he just been keeping himself quiet." He tells him as he held his hand out for the fox, Stiles just looked at the hand and lean forwards and licked the tip of his fingers making the wolf smile widen "Come on I bet your hungry ummm how about a nice warm meal in your tummy?" The teen eyes widen he couldn't remember the last time he had a cook meal.
He reached out slowly and placed his hand in Peter's hands, he felt the wolf's hand close around his slim hand and pulled him up. Stiles made an eep sound as his jelly legs crumbled from under him making him land face first into Peter's chest "Careful my little fox." Stiles whimpered as rubbed his face into the wolf's chest. The older man looked back at Derek who was watching closely "Derek why don't you take our little one into the living room while I cook us something scrummy." He smiled.
Derek rolled his eyes knowing his uncle's type of cooking but then again he can't cook any better he could burn scrambled eggs. Derek let a soft smile Graces his lips as he held out his arms to the teen fox, Stiles looked at him up and down as he clung onto Peter's V-neck shirt "It's okay Derek won't hurt you he's your mate to." Peter encourage him. Stiles bite his lips and moved quietly to Derek's hold and hid his face as he felt the large arms warp around him and scoped him up before walking over to the sofa and sitting down holding their most precious being in their pack now.
"Do you have a name?" He asked softly as he felt the fox rested his head on his shoulder
"S...Stiles I'm called Stiles." The teen whispered,
"Stiles it's different." Derek said leaning back as he heard his uncle swear, Derek rolled his eyes and looked down at the teen that held onto him tightly, his watched how his black shirt only came to the mid length of the milky smooth thighs, he could see bruises in shapes of hands it made him slightly guilty at how rough they were with him. His hand moved along the smooth legs to the teen's hips to the back where the fox tail was and started stroking the soft fur. Stiles shivered at the wolf's touch but cuddled more into him
"No one could say my name, so I called myself Stiles." He tells him
"I like it." Derek say as he tilts the brown haired teen's face up to look at him. Derek had to admit he could fall into those hot whisky eyes "You don't have to fear anything form us Stiles we will never harm you love."
"Y…You promises?" He whispered
"I promises… tho I may not be able to protect you from Peter's cooking."
Derek winced as he saw the blacken reminds of toast and the hard hollow husks of the scrambled eggs, Peter glared at Derek as he put the plate on the table "You cooking is no better sweet heart." He grimaced at his own plate
"Maybe we should order out before you end up giving our mate food poisoning?" Derek asked, with a heavy sigh Peter nodded
"Yeah your right. Alright love what is your favourite food?" Stiles looked at Peter and smiled
"PIZZA!" He cried out with a large smile, before becoming shy once again.
"Pizza it is."