Chapter two

The Hale house was just as Stiles remembered. It still smelled of burnt charcoal and grass. The tangles of large vines covered a large majority of the walls and the floor boards were even more broken then before. God, how had Derek lived in here those first few months? And when you think about the train station he also lived in and the loft, the guy could live in Haiti after the earthquake and be in comfort.

" Here." Cora tossed him a blanket from the couch. " Dry yourself off."

He did as she told. Cora showed no indication of drying off herself and just sat down. " What about you?" Stiles asked. " Your dripping more then me." And that's when he noticed her. Really noticed her. Wearing noticing but tight black jeans and a white tank top, her clothes were completely drenched. The clothes clung to her wonderful body like skin.

His mouth went dry when he saw the black bra through the top. Her large bountiful cleavage made him want groan, and her ass made his manhood want escape from its confines. Thank God he wore baggy most of the time.

Never before had he wanted to bite into a heinie so bad.

And those lips. God...Those evil lips. Pouty and dark pink they were tempting and sinful. When ever she spoke his eyes found they're way to those wondrous cushions. Watching as they made erotic dances whenever words escaped. And when she sweeps her tongue over her bottom lip...

Have mercy.

Oh please. He might as well get those dirty thoughts out of his head. Of course she would never be interested in him. No member of the opposite sex would. He wasn't like Scott or Derek, or even Isaac, Boyd, Ethan and Aiden. He wasn't muscular like them, or strong. He didn't have dark Hollywood good looks like Derek, or gorgeous features like Issac. He didn't have that amazing male charisma and drool worthy body like Scoot and Boyd, and he wasn't as cool as the wonder twins.

Apparently he didn't inherit any of his fathers genes, because Ms. McCall and his mother use to say that in his younger years his dad was extremely good looking. Hell, women around town still think he's attractive.

Stiles felt like the ugly duckling around his friends. Or a boy version of ugly Betty.

"How long are you planning on staying here?" He asked.

" How long are you?"

" Until your ready to leave and go back home."

" And what if I said I might not want to go back for a few days?" Oh yeah. Most definitely Derek's sister all right. Always has to make things more complicated then it has to be. When he didn't answer she nodded her head and sat down.

" And where are you going to stay? Here?"

" Bingo."

" And what are you going to do for food? You have any cash?"

She raised her hand and turned it into a claw. "I'll hunt for food," she said simply. Stiles wasn't expecting that. He didn't actually think werewolves ran around eating animals raw. Oh this was going to be a good joke one day.

While Scott would probably scold him for this later, Stiles removed his sneakers anyways. Might as well make himself comfy. Lord knows he was going to be staying for awhile. " So do you eat animals raw? Or do you just catch them and cook them?" Stiles waited for an answer, but Cora was silent.

" Cora?" Her back was facing him. Stiles had to get up and look over her shoulder to see she had fallen asleep. He stood like that for a moment. Just watching her as she lay there, her usual moody expression evaporated unto a serene eased one. God she was amazing. All wet and spreed out before him, she was sex itself. All Stiles wanted to do was lick those beads of water off her lips.

Just one taste...

Mentally slapping himself he willed for those dirty thoughts to go away. He was not going to be a creeper like Peter. He snorted at the rhyme.

The weather reports said that temperatures were going to drop around midnight. His watch said that was ten minutes away. The house had no heating, and with Cora dripping wet, she could catch a cold. Or ammonia. Shrugging of his hoodie, Stiles used it as a blanket and covered the she wolf. No way he was going to use that dusty old thing she had given him.

Besides, his hoodie was two sizes bigger then he needed, and on Cora it covered her whole upper body. Also its thickness would provided much better warmth.

It was probably stupid of him to worry about such things, after all werewolves couldn't get any human sickness by natural means. It was that damn part of him that felt something for her. It was much different than what he felt for Lydia.

With Cora it was much more primal and physical. Animalistic. He didn't want to adore her or admire her.

He wanted to fuck her.

To be locked in a hard sweaty embrace with the she wolf, feeling her skin against his, lips against lips, sex against sex. His arousal became so potent for a moment he thought that he could smell it. Was that even possible? For werewolves yes, but Stiles didn't know that. He also didn't know that someone was pretending to be asleep right next to him.


" So do you eat animals raw? Or do you just catch them and cook them?" Do you ever shut up? Why were these kids still learning about werewolves when they had Derek and Peter to console with for over a year now? Do they learn these things only when it benefits them or some shit. Her last two family members can be so useless.

" Cora?" She shut her eye lids and pretended to have fallen asleep. Take the hint and shut up. The human went quiet, thankfully. She felt him move closer towards her. His scent filling her nostrils more and more by the step, dimming the smell of rain and of the house. Cora's heart began to pick up.

Something covered her wet upper body. And then something else assaulted her nose. Seat, musky and potent. Stiles was aroused.

Was somebody playing drums here? Oh, wait, that was her freak'in heart about to exploded out of her chest. And unless Stiles had a burnt down house fetish, then the only thing that could give him a boner was...

The heat that build between her legs came fast and furious. Her fangs extended in her closed mouth accidentally cutting into her tongue and her eyes burned yellow beneath closed lids.

Taste him. Jesus Christ she was sexed up and ready to mate with the human.

A sight broke her train of though. She could hear the shuffling of his feet and slinking down to the floor, propping himself net to the couch she pretended to sleep on. Her back was facing him and most likely vise verse, so Cora opened her eyes. The room was quiet for who knows how long. Cora had begun to think he fell asleep-

" I'm really glad your back you know." The sudden sound of Stiles voice surprised Cora. Had he realized she was awake? Registering what he just said, something in Cora's stomach warmed." I know Scott says you've been nothing but trouble since coming back, but... Okay. So you have been doing some crazing things, but I know you have your reasons."

" Its weird, but, having you around Cora, you make...you make things better for me. Even though you seem to be angry at me twenty-four seven for reasons you won't explain. And I get why your such a angry person. When I lost my mom, I was always sad and angry. I only had my dad, Scott and his mom to push me back up. You lost your whole family and couldn't deepened on anyone but yourself. I'm sorry you had to go through that."

" But I guess now you don't need to worry. You have sour wolf, and the pack, me and alpha Scott to help you bounce back up. You don't have to be alone again." The human yawned and rest his head on the couch quickly dozing off into sleep.

When she had heard his breath change and his heart beat relax, Cora sniffled. She covered her mouth with her hands and allowed the build up of tears to fall. That's what she need to hear. Dear God it was all she ever wanted to hear. That she didn't have to be alone. That family and pack would be there when she needed it. The misery and pain she held inside, the lose, it had been compressed into one heavy load she'd carried with her since the fire, adding more and more weight over the years.

Stiles's words had lightened that load, yet set it all come crashing back. And funny how somethings effected certain people because the pain blast from the past was straightening and therapeutic. She cried for what felt like hours, until no more tear could spill.

A smile graced her lips at the end of it. A cloud of clarity came over Cora. And like a lone light in a room of darkness, a truth bright shining eye tightening was realized. Something the she wolf couldn't hid from nor deny. It confused her, angered her, and terrified the shit out of her, knocking the smile off her face. Wide eyed and strangled noise rose from her.

She sat up and looked at the sleeping boy next to her.

She had fallen hopelessly in love.

Holy. Shit.