Til Forever Runs Out

by ScaliaFics94

PART II of Whenever You're Ready. Scott and Malia are in their junior year of college. They've never met, but they instantly feel like they know each other. They can't quite explain how, but the more they figure out about each other the more they want to find out why they know those things. AU/OOC. Smutty. Expect everything to be different.

1. Chapter 1

Author's note: If you haven't read my other completed fic Whenever You're Ready then I suggest you read that one before this, otherwise this won't make as much sense. But for whatever reason, if you don't want to read the whole fic than you can skip to the last chapter in that and scroll to SCOTT'S POV at the very end. I advise against that because this fic will draw back from the original and tie into that moving forward.

The song for this fic is Alex Vargas - Til Forever Runs Out (mahogany sessions)

SCOTT'S POV:

The next morning Lacrosse practice was like any other practice nowadays; exhausting and unfilling. At one point, it was the highlight of my day. It was the reason I was able to afford college without loans and it was something my mom and I shared. Then we didn't share anything because she died.

As I left the library my phone vibrated in my back pocket.

My dad.

I hit ignore then proceeded to meet Allison by the fountain.

She sat with her knees propped up and her books around her. She grinned up at me. "Hey, superstar."

I waved it off. "Don't call me that."

"You seriously need to learn how to laugh. Your state of depression is really bringing us all down, Scott."

"My mom died."

She nodded. "I know. I was there. Stiles, too. And it's been three months. When my dad died I mourned him, I acted out, and I moved on. You have to talk to somebody."

My head shook. "And tell them what exactly? That my mom died because she got into the middle of our business?"

Her eyes glanced around, then she moved closer. "That wasn't our fault. It wasn't your fault, Scott." Her hand went to my shoulder.

"I know," My jaw clenched. "It's my dad's fault."

She fell silent.

If my father wasn't a deadbeat then I could get past feeling like he did nothing to help us or my mom, that things could've been different. Maybe my mom would still be alive. Or maybe she wouldn't. But the one thing I knew for sure, if Peter Hale hadn't turned me then none of this would've happened. She'd still be alive.

"Do you want to get dinner?"

A huff left her. "Sure."

I helped her gather her things. She protested when I put her pack on my shoulder, but I did it anyway. I'd do a lot for her.

My gaze fell on her as we walked to the dining hall for what was sure to be a disappointment of a dinner. Allison was beyond beautiful. Her dark locks fell well past her shoulders. She carried her head with a confidence that she could completely take care of herself, but her shyness prevented her from putting herself out there in the way she wanted. She only ever had one boyfriend in high school and none since we started college. Jackson Whitmore. I hated him with everything I had. Not just because he was the co-captain to my team and a dick, but because he managed to manipulate someone as sweet and smart as Allison to fall for him. And she fell hard when he cheated on her under the school bleachers during a game. Needless to say, I almost killed him. Why she chose to be with someone like him was beyond me.

She looked at me and smiled. "Is there something on my face?" She asked as we entered the dining hall.

My head shook. "No," I muttered. She was just everything I wanted and couldn't have.

She'd never see me in the same light as I saw her. I couldn't much blame her. We grew up as best friends, then Stiles moved to town in sophomore year and everything changed. There weren't just two of us anymore, there were three. Not that I had a problem with that now, I just recognized it for what it was at the time.

She spotted Stiles and rushed forward with her plate of food.

I followed behind her.

Stiles looked up from his book on Polish warfare. "Look what the cat dragged in," He stole one of her curly fries.

She blushed, but rolled her eyes.

He looked at her with a smirk, then handed her back her beanie and reading glasses. "You were right Scott, girls did respond to me differently with this nerd look."

I nodded.

Allison rolled her eyes as she put her beanie and glasses back on. "And who exactly did you attract? Lydia Martin?"

He stole the rest of her fries. "So what if I did?"

She looked to me.

I shrugged.

"I just don't think she's good enough for you." She leaned forward. "You could do better, Stiles."

His brow arched. "You don't know her, Allie."

"Maybe not, but I knew plenty of Lydia Martin's growing up."

"What do you have against her?" He sat back in his chair and ruffled his hair.

She fixed her glasses. "She's a player and I don't want to see you get hurt."

He held his hand to his chest. "Well, I'm a big boy and I can handle myself." He rose with his book and his bag slung over his shoulder. "I'll see you guys later." He slapped my shoulder and kissed her cheek.

I looked over at her.

She pressed her mouth together and picked at her food. "Please don't start."

I grabbed my apple and stood. "If you want Stiles to notice you, then you have to put yourself out there. Tell him how you feel."

"I can't." She reiterated.

I leaned down to her face. "Then he'll eventually find someone else." I kissed her cheek.

I was aware I should take my own advice, but there was no point in telling one of my best friend's I was into her when she was clearly into my other best friend.

My phone vibrated. I sighed when I saw my dad's name on the screen again.

"What?"

He sighed of relief. "Scott, you answered."

"You wouldn't stop calling."

"If you'd pick up I wouldn't have to call so often." He cleared his throat. "How's school been?"

I nodded at a few people I knew in passing. "Considering I've only been back for a few days it's been normal."

There was a moment of silence.

"Was there something you wanted?" I asked.

"How about to have a conversation with my son?"

I glanced around my surroundings. "Not if I can help it." I felt bile rise in my throat from the approaching conversation. "You said you'd give me space and I still need that from you."

"We need to be able to talk about what happened, Scott."

"Maybe one day we will be able to, but not yet." I slid the phone from my ear and pressed end call.

That night I tossed and turned in my bed until I accepted that sleep wouldn't come. I needed the air to clear out my mind. Walking this campus late calmed me down in the past. Everything was closed so campus was relatively quiet. A few people wandered across the grounds but it was essentially a ghost town. I liked the quiet. There was no one stressing over not doing the reading or making out in hidden corridors that weren't so hidden.

My dad's call stuck in my head like a song on repeat that I despised.

The sound of strings plucked and the melody of an enchanting voice drifted to me from the music building. I didn't think anyone was supposed to be in there this late, let alone performing.

"Every sweat just breaks me a little. And I know you can't take this back and forth. It's not really safe for you in the middle."

Enthralled by the raw emotion in it, I followed the music. It belonged to the girl with the short brown hair. She sat in the music building in a classroom on a stool with her guitar in her hands while she sang.

"When you close that door you see. It's unhinged, it's just like me. I ain't scared of my emotions, but I'm afraid to let you see 'Cause I know if I stay open, I won't be what you need."

She looked out at empty space and something about the pain in her voice made me feel like there was someone who understood me.

"When you close that door you see. It's unhinged, it's just like me. If you close that door you see. You're unhinged, you're just like me."

Before she caught me I headed back outside and sat on the stone railing.

Not realizing this was the closest exit, she pushed through the doors. She didn't look surprised to see me, but walked down the steps.

"That was pretty good back there." I said before she could get away.

She turned to look at me. "Thanks."

I held out a hand. "Scott McCall."

She took it, her skin was so soft. Her hand fit perfectly in mine. It didn't seem breakable. The longer we held on the more tingles danced up my arm.

"Malia McCall," She offered, then her eyes widened. "I mean, Malia Tate." She looked shocked that it came out of her mouth. "Sorry."

I waved it off, but curious as to why I didn't freak out at the idea of this girl insinuating we were married.

"But you can me Lia."

We both realized we still held hands and dropped the others.

"Why is that?" I pushed off the railing to land on the space beside her.

"That's what I let my friends call me."

My brow rose. "We're not friends."

"Not yet." She smiled. "See you around." She headed down the sidewalk.

"Hey," Something made me follow her. "I can walk you back to your apartment if you want. Campus is dangerous this time of night."

"Yeah? What are you going to do that I can't?" Her coffee colored eyes inspected me in hilarity as we inched along.

I put on my best smile. "Protect you from the big bad wolves."

She laughed. "If you weren't so cute I would be offended."

I cracked a grin. "Sorry, I didn't mean it to sound chauvinist."

"No, it's okay, Scott."

When she said my name I felt like I knew her once again.

"What?" She grinned as she assessed me.

My head shook. "You just seem familiar, that's all."

Her brow arched. "Does that line usually work?"

I laughed. "It's not a line, I swear." My hands raised. "Are you sure we haven't met before?"

"Maybe in another life or something if you believe in that sort of thing?"

"Maybe."

"So, Scott...what are you doing here?"

That was an open-ended question.

"I mean, why are you out this time of night?"

I sighed. "Couldn't sleep, decided to go for a walk, then I heard you. You have an amazing voice by the way."

She brushed it off. "Why couldn't you sleep?"

"Personal reasons."

She nudged me. "Oh come on, we go back way."

"If you promise not to freak out on me?"

Her hand raised in promise.

"My mom. She died a few months ago and it's been hard," I looked at her, waited for her to pull away and flee, but she didn't. "And I've had trouble sleeping ever since."

She nodded. "Sorry to hear that. What was she like, your mom?"

I smiled at the distant reminder. "She was a beautifully caring person. The best mom that ever lived. She accepted me for who I was when she found out..."

"I knew you were too handsome to be straight." She joked.

I laughed. "I meant that I became this new person in high school and I hid that person from her for a long time, afraid that she wouldn't accept me. But she did. She was one of my best friend's as sad as that is. Now that she's gone a lot of things that used to matter to me don't anymore."

"Like lacrosse?"

My brow rose.

She grinned. "I know who you are, McCall. Lydia already gave me the run down on all the available hotties in this place. You were at the top of her list."

I didn't know how I felt about that. "I didn't think I was Lydia's type."

"Oh, definitely not. She knows that. It's more of a general list for any girl with standards."

"And why am I at the top?"

She eyed me. "Hmm, let's see." She walked backward to fully face me. "You're an athlete, you're not illiterate, you speak up in class," Her eyes ran over me. "And then there's the obvious."

I grinned. "What might that be?"

"You're an Alpha."

The grin was wiped from my face.

How did she know that?

She snorted a laugh. "Oh, you thought I didn't know? Even if we didn't know who you were, we can smell it on you." Her eyes glowed blue.

I pulled her to the side of a building, by a tree. "Who are you?" I demanded. "What do you want?"

"Relax, we don't want anything." She pulled my hand off her shoulder. Her arms folded across her chest. "We're here the same reason you are with your pack. We just want to graduate college."

"Then why are your eyes blue? The last time I checked blue eyes meant you killed an innocent person."

Her eyes rolled. "I'm a werecoyote. Did you think I wouldn't be able to sniff you out? You're an Alpha which means unaligned betas are drawn to you no matter what." She moved closer. "I'm surprised you didn't sniff me out first." Her eyes assessed me. "What kind of True Alpha are you?"

My eyes narrowed at her. "Did you plan for this to happen?"

"How would I know that you'd walk in on my session?"

She was right.

I shrugged. "Then were you going to tell us who you were?"

Her head tilted. "Like I said, I thought you'd sniff us out."

I glanced around.

"This doesn't have to be a big deal, we can all coexist."

My eyes went back to hers. "Here's the deal, we've got a Hunter with us. If any of you step out of line we'll be forced to take action."

Her eyes danced in amusement. "Take action? Do you know how you sound?"

I stepped closer. "I meant what I said. Keep your friends in line."

"If you think you can scare us with your True Alpha honorability you better think again." She closed the last bit of distance between us. "I'm not scared of you, Scott. You can't bully me into being someone I'm not." Her eyes glowed blue as sapphire. "So if I want to kill someone, then I'll kill someone."

My eyes went down to her mouth for a second. "What did I just say?"

"You can try all you want to keep me in check, but I don't take orders from a man." Her finger shoved my chest back.

For some reason that made like her.

We ended the night in a mutual dislike of each other and an agreement to discuss with our friends if we needed to.

I actually got a decent amount of sleep, more than I usually did. When I woke I recalled that my dream featured the werecoyote. We'd been watching a movie in my room, but more than anything, we'd talk.

Being that I knew it was only a dream, a weird dream, I shook the dream from my head and headed to the dining room for a quick bite to eat.

Allison joined me. "Why are people such assholes?"

I shrugged. "They just are." I took a bite of my omelette. "What happened?"

"Some jock cat called me to be funny."

My brow arched. "Was he on the team?"

She shrugged. "I don't think so. He didn't look familiar, but then again I don't pay attention to the guys on your team."

How could I forget? She was lost in Stiles Land.

She helped me eat my omelette even though I didn't need help, then we headed to class.

My books were under my arm. "You know," I hung an arm around her shoulder. "If you want me to talk to Stiles for you, I can."

Her eyes widened. "Not even remotely funny, Scott."

"Okay," I dropped it at the sight of Stiles already in his seat.

We went to sit beside him.

He had his foot propped on his knee, his gaze on the door.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Waiting to see if Lydia looks up at me when she walks in."

Allison leaned forward. "Why would she do that?"

He looked at her. "We sort of ran into each other yesterday."

She sat back in her seat with a confused but adorable look on her face as he looked back at the door.

My eyes went to her, I leaned closer. "What did I tell you?" I teased.

Her hand went to my shoulder to playfully push me away. She gave a laugh that I could listen to on repeat constantly. "Shut up,"

I sat back in my seat, content until I saw Malia plant herself in her seat by Lydia and Kira.

Class went by in a haze. I spoke up a few times, but my focus would always go back to the werecoyote in the front row.

Stiles nudged me. "Are you okay?" He whispered.

I nodded slightly.

As soon as class let out I headed for her, but she was already out the door. Lost in the throng of people I used my sense of smell to find her. She was close, I could tell, but when I looked around I couldn't see her.

"What's wrong with you?" Allison asked.

"He's into that girl, Allie." Stiles messed with her glasses.

She fixed her glasses with red cheeks.

I followed the smell. "No, I just need to ask her something."

"I'll come with," She kept up pace.

Stiles trailed along.

We ended up at the Student Union.

Malia and her friends sat at a table with their books in front of them. Kira nodded in our direction for Malia to look up.

"Can we talk?" I asked her.

Lydia looked up from searching her bag and grinned at Stiles. "Hey,"

He slid in next her. "Hey,"

Malia scooted out of the booth. "Take my seat," She offered Allison.

We walked over to the grocery section.

"About last night," I started. "I think we got off on the wrong foot."

Her head shook. "No, I think you meant what you said. And I meant what I said." She eyed me. "But I don't see why we can't be friends."

My hand shoved into my pockets. "You did say I could call you Lia."

She grinned. "I did say that. You know you've got a baby face, right?"

"Me?"

"Yeah," She peered up from the short aisles of products. "It makes me want to trust you, but as I saw last night you're a little dangerous. I usually like dangerous, but on you, I can't tell what it means."

My eyes narrowed. "Are you flirting with me?"

She nodded in a nonchalant manner. "Maybe, but I know a taken man when I see one."

"I'm not taken,"

She sifted through the snacks. "Does your friend know you're into her?"

"How is that any of your business?"

"Maybe because your pack is a love triangle waiting to happen and if we're going to be friends then you iron out your problems."

My brow rose. "We don't have problems."

She all but laughed. "Really? So if you told Allison how you felt she wouldn't be freaked out because she's in love with Stiles, who is interested in Lydia. . .Who thinks he's gay."

Surprised by the last one, I chuckled. "Seriously?"

She nodded. "I tried to convince her otherwise, but she didn't believe me."

"I'll handle my friends, you handle yours."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I walked over to her side. "Your friends listen to you. Tell them what we agreed upon."

Her chestnut eyes stared into mine. "I'm not an Alpha."

"I didn't say you were, but you might as well be. You're the only one that came up to me. You're the only one that challenged me. I can bet they listen to you."

She shrugged. "If I've got something to say." She inched closer. "So what should I say? They don't take kindly to domination." Her eyes ran down my body. "But I do, given the right circumstances."

"I knew you were flirting with me." I observed.

Her grin returned. "Was I not obvious enough?" Her hand snaked up my arm and squeezed my bicep. "If you feel your wolf ever start to lose control, come find me." Her arousal surrounded me. "Then we can see who's the dominant one."

I chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Good." Her eyes went to my mouth before she turned away.

I pulled her back. "Okay, I know this sounds crazy, but I know that I know you from somewhere."

The lightheartedness left her eyes as she looked down.

"Do you feel it too?"

She looked up at me. "I know I've never seen you before in my life. I would remember someone like you, but when you said your name in class it felt important somehow."

I let go of my breath. "I thought I was going crazy."

Her head shook. "No, you're not."

"So what does this mean? The fact that we know each other, but have never met?"

"I don't think we really know each other, Scott. We just think we do for some weird reason."

I picked up a bag of dill pickle kettle chips and tossed them to her. "How do I know that these are your favorite chips?"

She looked at the bag, then up at me with disbelieving eyes. "I don't know." She looked behind us at the others, then back at me. "We can't say anything."

"What would I tell them without sounding insane?"

She stared at me then reached into my pockets until she found my phone. "I'm putting my number in. Call me if you can't sleep. I have trouble with that myself."

My brow arched in question.

She laughed and something about it rang familiar. "To talk. If you want."

That night I grew restless again, so I wandered the campus per usual. I went to the nearest practice field and sat. The stars twinkled in the night sky.

Close your eyes, the words flitted into my head, but not in my voice. It was hers. Malia's.

So I did and a feeling of longing washed over me, longing for something I didn't quite understand. Loneliness replaced the longing. Even with my friends, I still felt alone. I wasn't sure if I've always felt this void or if it was something new because my mom was gone and I had this seemingly crazy beautiful girl that reminded me of something I used to have. But I've never had anything similar to what my mind tried to tell me we had. I wasn't delusional. Or maybe I was. My point, I barely knew Malia from a completely stranger. I didn't trust her or like her. She seemed fun and impulsive. Wild. But she wasn't who made my heart skip a beat.

Allison was.

In the darkness, I knew I didn't have Allison. Frankly, it felt like I didn't have anybody.

My thumb hovered over the new contact in my phone. After much deliberation, I pressed the call button, then panicked. I should've just texted her, but it was already too late because she answered.

"I'm hoping that this is a baby-faced Alpha and if not then this will be really awkward."

I leaned back against the bleachers with a crooked grin. "If it wasn't then I'd be really intrigued in how you were going to explain that."

"If anyone's calling me this late we'd have a problem."

I hadn't even bothered to check the time when I called her. "Sorry,"

"No, I don't mind. I gave it to you for a reason." She sighed. "So what's up?"

"I'm in the mood for milkshakes. You want one?"

She made a noise of approval. "I'm into that idea. Where should I meet you?"

Twenty minutes later we were at a local diner in a booth.

"What will it be?" The broken down waitress, Doris, asked.

"Milkshakes, two of them." Malia said enthusiastically.

Doris nodded, but grew irritated with the little information. "What flavor?"

"Oreo for me and chocolate for her." I answered.

Doris left with our orders.

Malia stared at me.

"Okay, I shouldn't have ordered for you." I realized.

"No," Her head shook. "It's not that." She played with the salt shaker. "Chocolate was a good guess."

I raised a finger. "But it wasn't a guess."

"Chocolate's everyone's favorite flavor. It wasn't a leap."

"It's not mine," I pointed out.

She looked out the window at the few passing cars. "Eleven."

"Huh?"

"Your jersey number in high school." She looked back at me. "Was it eleven?"

I nodded, stunned.

She stared back at me. "I had a dream about you last night."

My brow arched.

Her hand raised. "Not that kind of dream, McCall." She laughed. "It was confusing, now I can't really make it out. All I remembered was looking at stars and you teaching me how to play the guitar." She looked down at the table. "I have no idea what it means." She hummed a tune that struck a chord in me. "So just close your eyes." She quietly sang.

"That's a song?"

She nodded. "Yeah, it was actually the first one I learned how to play."

I leaned forward. "Can you play it?"

Her hand reached for her phone. "Sure." She leaned in. "Do you know it?"

A few moments later she played it. The sense of being somewhere with this song with her before hit me.

Our eyes locked.

I nodded.

"That's kind of creepy." She sat back.

Doris sat down our milkshakes.

I took a small sip.

She did the same.

"So this is your first year here. Where did you transfer from?"

"Longwood." From the lost look on my face she further explained. "It's a University in Farmville, Virginia. It was really small and I hated it. So I came here instead. I hated being that far from Lydia and Kira anyway."

"They're your best friends? Your pack?"

She nodded. "They're like my sisters. Our Alpha did an okay job before he went crazy and tried to kill us. We fought back together and put him down." Her eyes remained on mine. "Sometimes you don't have a choice. We've been on our own ever since, but together."

"He tried to kill all of you?" I lowered my voice.

She nodded. "He died before we could figure out what made him lose his mind like that. Deucalion was like an uncle." She shrugged. "I think Lydia and Kira might've been drawn here because of you."

"What about you?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"That probably had something to do with it subconsciously," She reached for my milkshake and sipped away.

I watched her in amusement.

She slid it back to me. "Sorry."

My head shook. "No, it's okay." I grabbed hers and drank some.

A dimpled half grin found her face. "What's your major, McCall?"

I pursed my lips and paused.

"You're undecided?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"But you're a Junior. You're practically wasting time if you don't know what you want to do."

I nodded. "I thought that I wanted to be a Veterinarian, then all of a sudden I didn't." I tapped the cold glass.

"Because your mom died?"

My eyes found hers. I nodded. "She was a Nurse and I thought that it could be something we shared. But I realized that it wasn't what I wanted to do. I should've taken off a semester to figure things out, but if I stayed home I would've gone out of my mind."

She leaned forward on an elbow.

"Enough about me. What about you?"

Her eyes lit up. "Woman's Studies."

A laugh bubbled out of me.

"What?" She asked, a hint of a smile on her face.

"That just makes a lot of sense."

Her forehead creased together. "What doest that mean?"

"You're very blunt and forward. You carry yourself like you know of the power that you have and you own it. And you don't like to be told what to do, especially by a man."

She pointed at me, clearly impressed. "I knew you were perceptive." Her black combat boot planted in between my legs. "But how perceptive?" Her eyes ran over me.

I usually wasn't one of those guys that believed screwing one girl would get another out of your mind, but I had no chance with Allison and Malia was right in front of me. We got along okay. I felt something when I was with her, even though I wasn't sure what. The moment I saw her I was taken by how beautiful she was with her almond milk complexion and penetrating eyes. So far she'd been able to make me laugh quite a bit, which is more than I could say for anyone else.

I gave a small grin. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Her off-campus apartment was closer than mine. Her friends were out at parties so when we got inside she shoved me back into the door and tore my clothes off while I gave a low chuckle. Her mouth kissed up and down my chest and neck.

"You're really good at that."

She gave a throaty laugh, then led me by the hand to her couch.

I removed her shirt, my hand cupped her face as I brought my face closer to hers, but I didn't kiss her. I didn't want to get that involved with her or anybody. Somehow kissing meant more than sex with the right person and we knew enough about each other to know we didn't want to go there.

Our eyes locked.

I tugged her shorts to me and undid them.

She stepped out of them to reveal she didn't have on any underwear, then laid back on her couch expectantly with her legs open. "Well, get to it." She rubbed herself. Damn if she didn't look good doing it.

I smirked at her then knelt down to grab her hips. My mouth trailed kisses along her inner thigh, then sucked on her pussy lips, which elicited a sexy moan from her. Once satisfied with her level of arousal, I moved to lick her. "Mhmm." She tasted good.

Her hands went to my hair and pulled me up to her clit.

A chuckle escaped me at the action, but I flicked her sensitive button of nerves.

"McCall, where have you been all my life?" She moaned and wiggled on the couch.

My hands held her hips still, then I sucked my way down until my tongue slid inside. My eyes met her blue coyote eyes.

Immense satisfaction wafted in me at the look on her face, a look that said she couldn't wait to dominate me. Well, we'd see about that.

My mouth traveled back up to her clit while I slid a finger inside her and worked it in and out.

"Fuck,"

I added another finger, then sped my motions and watched as she bucked her hips. The more she moved the faster my fingers fucked her and the faster my tongue flicked and lapped at her clit.

"Uhh, Scott!" Her hands pulled on my hair as she orgasmed. As she calmed down she gave a weak laugh.

I pulled my fingers out and sucked on them. She seemed to like that so I stood and lowered my boxers to have my hard cock spring out.

She bit her lip.

I cupped her face and brought it to my cock.

She followed willingly and licked her way up and down until she sucked on the head.

My eyes closed at the pleasure.

Her hand jerked me off while she sucked on my balls. She delicately kissed her way back up my cock.

When I opened my eyes I knew that they were red. My hand slid into her hair to guide her mouth onto me.

She instantly moaned as did I. Her tongue swirled around me, and then she deepthroated me.

My hips raised off the couch. "Fuck, Lia."

Her eyes met mine and for a moment it looked like she'd be willing to submit to me.

I worked my hips forward, my hand tightened in her hair.

A flash of us in this position before filled my brain, only I was standing and we were in an apartment. Her hair was longer and blonder. Salt-N-Pepa played in the background.

She hummed around me, which brought me back to the present.

My eyes stared into hers as my lower abs tightened and I felt the oncoming of an orgasm. "Goddamn, Malia." I came down her throat.

Her eyes never left mine as she took it like she was the thirstiest woman on the planet, grabbing onto my hips in need. Once everything was gone she sucked her way off me with a lick of her lips.

That was so hot. Girls usually didn't want you to cum down their throat or in them unless you had on a condom, but I had a feeling that Malia would want it raw. No, she'd demand it.

While I caught my breath she pushed everything off the coffee table, then grabbed me and shoved me down on it.

I grinned to myself.

Her hips lined up with mine and she sunk down on me as our eyes locked. She bit her lip as she started to ride me. Her hands rested on my stomach to steady herself. "Scott," She moaned.

"You feel so good," I groaned, my hands dug into her hips.

"And you feel just like how I imagined."

My brow arched. "How's that?"

She smirked down at me. "Big." She leaned down to lick my nipple.

I've never had a girl do that so I was surprised that I liked it and she seemed to know it. My hands slid up her back and grabbed her shoulders so I could pump into her the way I wanted.

"Ahh!" She bite into my neck. Her breasts rubbed against my chest. "Scott," Her mouth breathed into my ear.

I sped up my hips. "Lia?"

She seemed to know what I was about to ask and said, "Cum in me, Scott."

I was a stroke or two away from doing just that when a string of bullets flew through the apartment.

We stilled for a moment, then she pressed me flat against the table.

I flipped us over that I was on top of her, but the movement made us both moan, and even with the spray of bullets around us we both came, which somehow made it better.

As soon as we came down she flipped us onto the floor, but by then the bullets had stopped and the screech of tires against asphalt sounded in the distance.

We looked at each other.

I was about to ask if she was okay, but something stopped me.

She knew my train of thought somehow and nodded. She started to get up.

My hands grabbed her and pulled her close. "Wait, what if there's more?"

"If there are more guys out there I'm going to kill them." She pushed off of me and stood to get dressed.

I followed and did the same. Suspicion ebbed into me until I finally asked, "What did you do?"

She looked at me. "I didn't do anything."

My head tilted to hers. "Are drive-by's a normal occurrence for you?"

Her eyes rolled. "No. I just need to call Peter. I'll figure out the rest in the morning."

"What'd you say?"

She searched for her phone. "I need to call my birth dad, Peter. He might know something about this."

I slapped the phone out of her hand.

She looked up at me with hard eyes.

"Is your father Peter Hale?"

"You know him?"

My anger that I worked so hard to diminish flared. "Your father was the one that bite me."

"He never mentioned you."

"He's the reason that I got involved in all of this. He's the reason my mom got killed!"

She shook her head. "Peter's a lot of things, but he wouldn't kill an innocent person."

"What do you call him giving me the bite against my will?" I headed for the door.

"Wait," She grabbed me. "You can't leave."

I shook her hand off. "If you think I'm staying here guess again."

"Okay, whatever issues you have with Peter isn't my fault. I didn't do anything so don't blame me. I'm not him."

I gave a dry laugh. "You're his daughter so you're everything like him." My eyes burned into hers. "You stay away from me and my friends. Whatever help you need, call your father." I ripped open the door and slammed it shut behind me.

My heart pounded in my chest while I took the stairs as quickly as possible. I didn't know how things would've turned out with Malia, but I knew that I felt something for her. Something that I could now never explore, not if Peter Hale was her father. Not if she was connected to the one person I hated more than my dad. More than me. I felt bad for refusing to help her, but I couldn't be near her and be reminded of what I lost because of him. If she knew what was good for her, she'd stay away from me until forever runs out.

A/N: I hope yall like this. Sorry it took me so long to put it up. I was working on my new Stydia smut fic, It Was Always You, so I probably will be alternating between each chapter for both fics if that makes sense. If you like this or didn't like it PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHATEVER YOU FEEL OR THINK ABOUT THIS. If you're not coming from Whenever You're Ready and you like this and it made sense please let me know and inbox me if you have any questions. :) Happy Friday yall!