Ok so this was just an idea that popped into my head based off of a dream. I don't know how you feel about Chris Argent; but I personally think it's time he got a little loven. (Read: NOT FROM HIS WIFE IN THE SHOW!) This will be an M rated story revolving around Chris Argent and my O/C. Oh, and this probably won't be updated very soon since I have three other stories to finish...plus I'm not even totally sure where this is going. Let me know what you think. REVIEW!
Note: I don't own Teen Wolf. (Also; I don't think I'll be doing this story based on songs.) Enjoy!
You know being a werewolf is hard enough. I mean there's the whole anger issues, trying to plan your schedule around the full moon so that you won't tear someone's throat out, sprouting hair through every pore on your body, and let's not forget the royal hell that us females had to go through each month; like triple that of the normal human being. But perhaps the worst part of being a werewolf are the 'werewolf hunters; who are always lurking behind every corner just waiting for the opportunity to slice your head off and serve it up on a platter of what they like to call 'justice.' 'Hunters Code….phhh.' You give them an inch and they take it a mile. The code they 'supposedly' live by states, 'They can only hunt werewolves who have been proven to have spilled human blood.' Yea, try telling that to my cousin who was just trying to defend himself when POW! Some female hunter whore shot him with a magic bullet before lopping off his head.
Which brings me to the reason why I was sitting outside of 'Bo's Hunting Gear' in my smart car; stalking two hunters. 'Keep telling yourself that.' Ok, so maybe I had followed the deep musky male scent that had blown through my open car window; leading me to the current situation I was in. I pretended that I wasn't 'really' enjoying watching the tall, broad shoulders pulling tight against the mossy green jacket as he drew his bow back. I pretended that I wasn't extremely turned on by the hunter in any way! 'I could write that off as lack of sex right?' Seriously, my sex life was in the toilet ever since my long time bf ran off with his 'other' mate. That's right peeps; I said 'other'. Meaning I wasn't the 'only one.' 'No shit, right?' You see, I was in one of those relationships where my mate, 'Tyler', was allowed to have more than one mate. 'My family was big on tradition and full on believed that it was a males right to take as many 'mates' as he seen fit.' I wasn't ecstatic about sharing him; I mean come on, we had been together for three years before little Miss. Red Whore came along and claimed him as 'hers.' But I had no say in how many 'mates' Tyler wished to claim since after all, it was my Alpha's law. Alpha being my older brother Dyson; and boy was he a royal ass hat.
I lolled my head back against the head rest and groaned loud and obnoxiously. Dyson wasn't going to be too happy with me when he finally realized I was missing (I have nine brothers and four sisters people! It's not like I was center of his attention) and then being forced to track me down. Not only was I sure to get the ultimate ass kicking of my life for disobeying him; but he'd probably rip the hunter's heads off without thinking twice about the consequences. Sure I was going to do the same; but I was going to be tactful about it. 'Now don't get me wrong; I love Dyson, he's my brother after all.' But he was also one of those chauvinist pricks that believed men were the 'providers' and women were to be house wives, with a lower paying job on the side. We were to be obedient and serve our men as they wished. 'Ugh!' The very thought made me sneer in disgust and disagreement. Which is probably why we butted heads so much; he may be the alpha of my pack, but he was still my pain in the ass older brother.
I snapped my head back up when I heard the deep gruff voice of said sexy hunter; followed by the yelp of a women's with the same hoarseness. My eyes followed the hunters as they left the shop and headed towards their USV; while I listened in on their conversation.
"Chris! Seriously….you should trade in this old 'soccer dad car' and get something sportier, faster….., more dangerous. Live a little man…it's the least you 'should' do since Linda left you." The women taunted. I recognized her immediately; short light brown hair down to her shoulders, strong build (sort of like a man), with brown eyes. She wore a black leather jacket over a grey t-shirt with tight jeggings and paired with knee high biker boots. 'Ok, so I did like her outfit. It was cute and bad ass.' But that still didn't drown out the hate I had for her. "Besides, how cool would it be for Allison to say her dad owns an expensive car. Not some sort of fuddy duddy."
"Drop it Kate." The 'Oh so tempting' man replied simply before tugging his car door open and getting in. I watched as they drove off and gave them a five minute head start; so that it wouldn't be obvious that I was tracking them, before grabbing the files off of my passenger seat and glancing through them. (I had talked one of my friends in the Police Bureau to snag the files for me.) Turns out 'Katherine (aka Kate) Argent' had quit the record; mostly for mild offenses and public disruption. Looks like she had the temper of an ally cat.
I tossed the file in the floor before pulling out and following the musky male scent through my open window. It only took ten minutes before I was passing a nice two story house in the middle of a ritzy neighborhood where the USV disappeared behind the closing garage door. I took note of the address before speeding off down the road; heading towards the cruddy motel room I had rented for my little 'hunting trip.' I pulled into the parking lot with weeds poking out through the cracks in the blacktop before parking my car, grabbing the files from my floor, and heading over to my room. I shoved the door open; taking in the mildew-y smell before dropping my things on the bed and heading to the bathroom for a shower before bed. I turned the shower on full steam before shutting the cracked glass door and staring in the oval mirror above the nicotine colored sink. My eyes were an odd cross between blue and hazel and outlined with deep charcoal colored eyeliner. I wore my blonde hair long and wavy; stopping at my lower back. My skin the color of cream with lips painted a bright pink. I removed the white oversized sweater I was wearing to reveal B cup breasts before sliding my hands down my slender frame and removing my short jean shorts and black boots that laced up the front before stepping into the shower and relaxing as the water hit my body. It had been a long three days of nothing but driving and carefully planning out my route so that I wouldn't be easy to track. I'm sure that by now Dyson was already searching the state of Louisiana for me; and when he didn't find me there, he was sure to start scouring the country. I sighed before forcing the thoughts of Dyson and his man hunt from my mind; focusing on my task at hand. I had to find a way to get close to Kate without throwing up any signals of my true nature.
She didn't know what I looked like or who I was; thankfully for me. It had taken years of research and undercover work before I was finally able to reveal my cousins murderer. I was 23 at the time; barely skimming by in college when 17 year old Devon had come to surprise me. I'd talked my nerdy and wimpy cousin into going to a college party where I had gotten head of heels drunk; barely able to hold my head up, let alone fend off anyone who would try to cause him harm. 'Devon had always been a lover; not a fighter.' I had stumbled before crawling over behind a dumpster and loosing my liquor before passing out. Devon left me to go get the car; but never made it. Kate had apparently got a tip off to Devon's true nature and proceeded to hunt him down. I heard the crack of gun shot; causing me to stir from my drunken slumber before peeking around the dumpster in time to see my cousins head go rolling off his shoulders and to the ground. I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry, I couldn't move….I was simply stunned and too scared to do anything at the sight of Devon's dismembered body. I remember puking a lot before fainting. I awoke the next day in jail with nothing but a foggy memory and puffy swollen eyes. Dyson bailed me out only to give me the worse beating of my life and the ultimate guilt trip; I think I'd rather have stayed in jail. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I remembered that night like it was yesterday. I've lived with the guilt of my cousins death for the past 5 ½ years; crying my eyes out every anniversary of his death and begged for forgiveness every night of my life. 'Don't do this to yourself Jewls…now's not the time.' I chastised before gathering myself and turning to better thoughts.
A much more primal feeling took hold as I reviewed my night; instantly sidetracking myself with the sexy hunter named Chris. I could still smell his scent; like it was permantly imprinted in my senses. I closed my eyes and leaned against the chipping shower tiles as I traced a slick hand over my breast; lightly pinching at my nipple while the other rubbed down my stomach and between my thighs as I envisioned 'him' naked. A perfectly built body, tan with a four pack and broad chest; light brown hair sprinkled lightly over his pecs. His face covered in the same colored scruff with cute messy hair; his eyes glinting the same color green as the jacket he wore earlier. I rubbed my clit harder as I envisioned my eyes trailing down his body to reveal his trimmed light brown pubes that lightly dusted his balls; and a huge erect member that slapped against his abdomen as he took it in his strong hand and begun to stroke in fast rhythmic pumps; matching my own frantic strokes as I rubbed frantically, feeling the heat pooling low in my belly. It wasn't long before I was seeing stars as my orgasm rocked my body to the core and I slid down the wall as I came back down.
I don't know how long I sat there; but the cold water raining down on me alerted me that it had been for quite some time. I stood up on weak legs, rinsing off, before shutting off the water and stepping out. I wrapped a towel around my body and then grabbed an extra to towel dry my hair; before brushing it out, adding some moose, and calling it a night in the bathroom. I crawled under the covers of the bed free from papers and cloths; feeling the cool of the sheets on my naked body. It wasn't long before I conked out with the pleasant dreams of a certain sexy hunter.
I awoke to the sound of two people arguing in the room two doors down from mine; only to glance at the clock and squinting my eyes as I read the blurry numbers. 3:00am. 3am! 'What the fuck where people arguing about at three in the fucking morning?' I tried drowning out the noise by placing a pillow over my head; but the sound only seemed to increase in volume. Anger quickly boiled inside me at the thought of someone awakening me from my slumber; before slinging the covers off and traipsing over to the door. I grabbed an oversized t-shirt with AC/DC written on the front that proved to hide enough so that I wouldn't be shooting anyone my 'crotch'; as I marched out the door and over to room 16A and pounding my fists against the door.
I glared up at the older guy with a beer belly, cigarette dangling from his toothless head, balding on top, and countless stains over his shirt and 'Peter from Family Guy' boxers. I coughed as he blew out the smoke, carrying with it the smell of Marlboro, rotted scum, and excessive alcohol. "Well aren't you a pretty little thing? Wanna come and sit on papa's lap sweetie pie?" The pig offered.
"Would you like for me to take that cigarette and shove up your ass?" I countered with a smirk as he grumbled and looked offended. "I tell you what….I'll hold off on shoving that cancer stick up your nasty alcoholic ass if you just agree to keep the yelling down." I offered. He grimaced before there was a gleam in his eye; telling me that he wasn't about to make it that easy.
"You talk a lot of smack for a puny thing such as yourself. And NO! I won't keep my voice down! It's a free country dammit! But I tell you what….you come in here and I'll show you what all the screaming is about." He swayed in the doorway; propping one arm against it.
"Can you even find your penis under that beer belly?" I inquired. He scoffed at me before attempting to slam the door on my face. I caught it with my hand and kept it from budging as he looked at me with wide eyes as he shoved with everything he had against the door.
"How…"
"Listen here you pig….either you keep it down or it's going to get real ugly. And trust me; you don't want to make me angry. Now make this easy on yourself and SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I ordered with a growl; allowing my eyes to change their hue for impact. It worked; he went stumbling back in shock and disbelief before landing on the floor and pointing up at me.
"You…you…did you see that? Did you?" He asked desperately to the drug induced women propped against the bed. I felt sorry for her as I took the sight of her. She was beyond skinny; bordering on anorexic, with short blond hair, and clouded over eyes. She was so fucked up that I couldn't tell where her pupils stopped and her irises began; and no way could she be any older than 25. I wanted to help her; but unfortunately I knew she was beyond it. She was way to involved and dependent on drugs to actually want to change. I'd seen it way too many times with people that I loved back home. I pulled myself away from the door, shutting it behind me, as I made my way back to my room. I wasn't worried about the pig ousting me; he was way to drunk to remember it in the morning and no one would believe him anyway.
I crawled back under the covers as I listened to the more suddle voices of the 'pig' trying to convince 'her' to believe what he'd seen. It wasn't long before he slipped into his drunken coma and I listened to her slip out the door. I sighed as I rolled back over onto my stomach and drifted back to sleep.
What ya think...good so far? Again this was just an idea. It won't be updated till I get at least two out of the three of my other stories done. So I should be able to get a few chapters rolling by then. As always...REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!