EASE THE BITE

"Dispatch, we have a report of unusual activity near Beacon Park. A crime scene has been found with two bodies at camp site 4. Requesting back up to bag and tag the bodies and begin investigation. . . "Sheriff Stilinski patched in on the intercom but Stiles was already turning the car keys to head to the scene.

"Looks like the bat signal has gone off and I am going solo. " Stiles muttered to himself as he couldn't get a hold of Scott. He was likely off with Alison or the pack doing werewolf things like making babies or hunting down bunny rabbits. It had been a long time since he had gone on one of his father's reports.

He scratched his head as he exited his jeep, his shoes crushing the winter leaves. This was camp site 4 and it was empty, no signs of activity whatsoever. Stiles being the adventuring type pulled out his flashlight and explored the area. The darkness of the night enveloped the forest but even with his luminous beams nothing appeared. Stiles flicked his flashlight off and headed towards his jeep when he froze.

He turned his head slowly honing in on a low growl about 20 feet behind him. Beaming eyes shone at him as he stepped back slowly. He took another step fell into a headlock from behind. He struggled to break free until he heard his name spoke softly in his ear.

"Isn't it passed your bed time Stiles?" she joked freeing him from her grasp. Turning on his flashlight, she illuminated the glowing electronic lights attached to a tree. "You could run into a big bad wolf."

"I think I have found a wolf and no, I don't have a bed time." Stiles said brushing himself off from the choke hold. "The real question is why were the murders called in? There is nothing here."

"Strange Stiles, very strange, it is almost like someone lured you out here, to the deep dark woods." she said inching closer to him clearly enjoying the situation he was in. she smile broadened, matching the moon in its phase and silvery brightness. "Who would do that? And why would someone be so devious?"

Stiles took the initiative grabbing her hips and moving her backwards to a park bench. She had brought him out here for a reason and he planned on getting it out of her however he could. Erica gasped flirtatiously and giggled, she allowed Stiles to have his moment pinning her against the picnic table. They kissed passionately, they had both been lonely so long, it was intense for them when the exchanged their affections.

"Did you take me out here for a make out session because my couch is a lot more comfortable than this bench? Hell, I would have made snacks." Stiles asked inquisitively. "We could have rented a movie, played cards, raided in WoW."

"Tonight, Stiles you are the snack." Erica spoke cutting straight through Stiles' wall of humor. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes slightly at him, appraising the young man. He looked like someone walked over his own grave as he stiffened and turned pale white. "Derek told me a little secret, so I worked with your dad to get you all to myself to try it with you."

Suddenly it all made sense. "You and my dad are working together! The whole dispatch report was setup, they were in on it. Oh, dad, I am gonna get real on you and your health when I get home." Stiles exclaimed, realizing how elaborate this whole plan was.

Stiles tried to reel backwards but she held onto his arms pinning him in place. "You know how an alpha wolf bite turns you into a wolf?" She felt him flinch slightly in her arms. She let him go and he stepped back a pace. "Well, the bite of beta wolf does something entirely different. It gives the wolf a connection to the bitten, memories, experiences, feelings; it would connect me to you." Erica explained. Stiles looked quizzically at Erica, in disbelief.

"So you brought me out here to bite me? Turn me into a midnight snack? I mean if you want a think I have some pop tarts. We don't have to do this." he inferred at the she wolf, now taking off her leather jacket. She wore a low cut red blouse and her leather skirt. Stiles smirked and turned red enough to be seen clearly in the deep night. Erica pressed forward, with one hand on his chest, kissing him passionately until his back was set against a tree.

"This is happening. Besides I know the ways you look at my eyes but I have also seen the way you look at my mouth Stiles. I have a feeling you won't mind as much as you think." She puffed her lips out, attempting to justify the fact she was about to bite Stiles. The effect of Erica's kiss wore off and Stiles came to his senses.

"Look Erica, I am digging the whole being in a relationship with you thing but getting bitten by you is a little too heavy on the commitment side for me. I mean your teeth, my throat, and my blood in your mouth. . ." Stiles tried to build up a wall of excuses. "My dad doesn't even know where I am. I have to go."

Stiles walked to his car and opened the door for Erica. He walked around to his door thinking of how weird this whole situation was. He opened his door to Erica's flirtatious face, no longer sporting her jesting smile but a hungrier, perhaps more seriously sensual face. He felt for his keys in his pocket but only felt lint. He looked back at Erica dangling his keys this time with her characteristic smile.

Erica crawled towards him with feline grace kissing the shock off his face. When she pulled back he was slightly less dazzled. "It is said, if a beta bites a human, it bonds the wolf to the human. The taste of their blood carries their essence and can bring a werewolf back from the deepest of furies." Erica explained and justified her actions.

"So you want this? I mean you have already gone through your first full moon, you know what you are doing." Stiles retorted. "I mean you have a beautiful, sensual, oh my god day dream about mouth but not getting bit by a werewolf has been my goal this year."

"Listen Stiles, last full moon . . . didn't go well at all but that is not why I am doing this. This marks you, it marks you as mine as a boyfriend and you are mine? Aren't you Stiles?" Erica whispered moving her hand down lower. A whole new look washed over Stiles face, pleasure. Although they had been together for months now, they had never moved passed kissing. Stiles was too bashful and Erica was afraid of wolfing out on him. All of that was about to change.

"Maybe some incentives need to be given to ease the bite, Stiles. Would you like that?" she asked entirely rhetorically as Stiles nodded like a broken robot. "I would too." Stiles rushed into kiss her, hands on her waist engulfed in passion with foresight of future pain. He was going to enjoy what he had while he had it.

Erica made the first move, moving her hand over his crotch, feeling it move under the sensation of her touch brought a smile to her face and a gasp to come out of Stiles' mouth. He followed suit with her, bringing his hand to her knee and letting it trail up slowly, reaching her inner thigh. Erica made a small moan that gave Stiles just enough confidence to do what he wanted. He moved his hand under her leather skirt, realizing immediately that she was not wearing anything underneath. He blushed touching a girl for the first time, he couldn't believe it. He traced his fingers around her lips, exploring the surroundings.

This made Erica even more excited as when he looked back at her again she sported her glowing wolf eyes. The mixture of her yellow eyes and the euphoric look on her face made Stiles realize it was all worth it. Erica raked a clawed hand across his chest, ripping his shirt apart and creating five fine red lines. The look on Stiles face showed he knew he was in deep over his head. In a feral instance she unbuttoned his pants and he was in her hands before he could set forth a groan she was pumping him with her hand.

Stiles was overwhelmed with what was happening in his jeep, in the middle of the woods, at midnight, getting a handjob from a werewolf. All of those thoughts left him with the next movement of Erica's hand. Stiles felt for her clit as he had learned on his wikihow, and went to work. I guess you really can learn everything on the internet he thought to himself as Erica moaned more bestially. He slipped two of his fingers inside and let his thumb massage her. She began to buck her hips slightly.

He kept the pace, moving in and out of her, her juices rushing forth. He felt her walls spasm and she came hard. She roared Stiles' name in a way that pleased him. In the heat of her orgasm she couldn't help it, her fangs grew and she began to kiss Stiles.

He couldn't keep it together much longer as Erica massaged his hardness and licked her lips and protruding teeth. She moved her mouth to his neck and traced a small box with her tongue. She sped up her hand movements as his dick pulse in her hand. Erica bared her teeth and sunk them in slightly, just enough to make four puncture wounds.

"Erica, I – oh…ah . . . This is not so bad" he tried to say before the pain and ecstasy hit him. Erica took out her teeth and let the blood fill her mouth. He came hard in her hand, his whole body shaking like it was the first orgasm he had ever had. She used to hate the metallic taste before a seizure but there was something so different in his blood, so intimate in the situation. She cherished it.

She moved her head back and licked his neck wound and he breathed hard to recover. Then she was over taken by one last feral urge. She gazed down at his erection glazed in his cum. Stiles breathe lost him again when she engulfed all of him in her mouth and bobbed down enough times to milk his body completely bone dry.

"I wanted to taste all of you Stiles." She said wiping the blood and other substances off her face. Stiles chest heaved and Erica grabbed a bandage for his neck. "Now you and me are bonded, consider us officially dating in human and now by werewolf standards as well." She applied it and they held each other in the darkness of the woods.

He couldn't believe his dad had worked with Erica to set this up for him although he was sure Erica did not fill his father in on what had planned to do with him in the woods. God, Erica bit him. He let Erica bite him and he would do it again if he had to her thought. She was just too much of a crippling sexual force to resist.

"I love you, I am sorr-"Stiles began but noticed Erica had fallen into a deep sleep and Stiles eyes began to flutter closed. He would tell her some other time. As weird as his relationship was he happy to have it. With his foot in the supernatural world no one but her would fit in his heart.

Maybe this is what Scott and Alison meant when they were talking about bestiality.

"Whoever said never love a wild thing so wrong, oh so wrong." He muttered before slumping in his seat embracing his monster slash girlfriend, passing out peacefully. Erica, like a dog in a day dream, began to explore all that was Stiles Stilinski one memory at a time.