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Chapter Two: Third Person POV
Stiles snapped his eyes open when he felt a warm tongue lick the wounds on his sharp hips. He hissed, shoving himself back when he felt the strong stinging sensation.
He froze his attempts of escape when he heard Derek's deep warning growl as it penetrated the silence around them.
"Stay still." Gulping, Stiles nodded watching the wolf cautiously.
"What are you doing?" He winced as the lycanthrope resumed licking at the claw-shaped marks.
"My saliva will help heal you quicker." He explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The quirky teen nodded, even though he didn't understand what was going on. He laid back down trying- and failing- to ignore the wolf's ministrations.
He let his thoughts wander to last night, suddenly becoming hyperaware of the all the aches and pains his body was enduring.
Aside from the stinging he felt every time the lupine wiped his tongue on the wounds, his lower back was burning, it felt like it was a blaze. His back was sore and it was uncomfortable to move but the pain from the scratches was absent. He figured Derek had already 'healed' his back.
Could what had happened the night before even be considered rape, since he had wanted it…kind of?
What was going to happen now?
Had Derek actually claimed him?
Stiles didn't know how he felt about all of this. He hadn't noticed that Derek had stopped licking him until a warm weight fell on his midsection and he felt Derek's slight stubble as it rubbed against his neck as he sniffed his neck. He tried to back away; he didn't want the older man touching him at all at the moment. He wanted to be left alone. He pushed the arm off of him and crawled away from him. When he considered there was a sufficient amount of distance between them, he brought his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself; only then registering the fact that they were both still completely bare and in the forest.
Derek moved towards him.
"Don't! Just don't Derek!" His voice sounded panicky and the lycan nodded and stopped his approach.
"I'm sorry." It was odd hearing the stoic man apologize; what made it even odder was the sincerity behind the words. Stiles faintly remember hearing him apologize last night as well. The whole night was hazy. He couldn't believe he actually begged the wolf to fuck him towards the end. He felt dirty and disgusting. How could he have given in? Why had he given in? Why did the wolf do this to him?
"Why'd you do it then?" He couldn't help the hurt and accusing way the words tumbled out of his lips. The same way he couldn't stop the tears that now trailed down his cheeks as the memoires flooded him.
"We need to go the house and I'll explain. We can't stay out here, it's dangerous." His sounded cold and uncaring, his face back to its usual emotionless mask
"The only thing that is dangerous out here is you, but fine." Stiles agreed. Derek picked up his discarded jeans and slipped them and took a step toward the younger teen. He stopped when he heard the heart-beat rise and the smelled the spike of fear that penetrated the air around him.
"I need to carry you back, you ran deep into the woods and you are in no condition to walk the long distance." Stiles stared at him, strongly debating whether or not to the lycanthrope anywhere near him. Deciding that it wouldn't do him any good staying out in the forest especially considering the fact that he was completely naked and hurt he acquiesced; he let the werewolf pick him up and carry him bridal style. He couldn't stop the bright crimson color that took home on his cheeks once he was in the strong arms of the alpha.
Derek ran at blinding speed through the woods, somehow being able to remain graceful. His slowed down when the burned remains of his house came into view. He walked up the step and kicked his door open. He walked slower than he normal would up the staircase, dreading the conversation he was to have with the man in his arms. He opened the door to his bedroom, the only room he bothered to have redone, and gently set Stiles down on his bed. His heart panged with guilt when his submissive pushed himself as far away as possible on the bed.
Walking to his closet, which stored a very minimal amount of clothing, he picked out an old pair of sweats and a shirt and threw them to Stiles, slipping on a gray tee himself.
Stiles didn't waste anytime as he hastily dressed himself, keeping a vigilant eye on the tattooed man as he sat down on a chair on the opposite side of the room from him; the space between them allowing the quirky teen to slightly relax.
"So? Are you going to explain or just continue staring at me like the creeper you are?" Stiles questioned the silent man angrily, scooting further into the bed when Derek's eyes flashed crimson momentarily.
Derek leaned forward, resting his forearms on his legs, running a hand through his dark hair, forcing his wolf to calm down.
"It's complicated…it can't be easily explained." He told the teen, still not raising his head.
"Try." The lycan nodded his head, sighing.
"Last night, after I killed my un—Peter his position as alpha, as head of the Hale Pack, was passed to me. The…instincts of an alpha are hard-almost impossible-to control, especially if the new alpha used to be a beta like I used to be. Becoming an Alpha is almost like trying to learn control from birth again. It's like being a pup all over again, only this time around the wolf half is exceedingly stronger. I managed, though I don't know how I did, some control that night; if I hadn't you wouldn't be here right now. I would have killed you last night." He paused, figuring out how to word what he was going to say next.
"After the power was shifted to me, the wind changed direction and brought your scent to me. When I lifted my head and our eyes met, my wolf instantly recognized you as its mate. A mate is the single most important thing to an alpha, gaining a pack coming to a close second. Peter was too revenge crazed to focus on finding a mate. My wolf took over when it smelled you. I was running on pure instincts but like I said before I managed to retain a silver of control. My first initial instinct was to mate with you, claim you as mine; claiming you allows me to start a pack as well. I couldn't fully claim you though because part of you was resisting. For a claim to happen, you have to be completely willing." He leaned back on the chair, crossing his arms against his chair, legs stretched out in front of him, as he gave the teen some time to process the information.
Stiles' mind was on overdrive trying to make sense of the whole thing. So many questions filtered through his overactive mind that he didn't know which one he should ask first. He unwound himself from his position feeling slightly more at ease since the wolf hadn't tried anything. He licked his dry lips, asking the first question out of a long list he had.
"Why didn't your…wolf alter ego thingy 'recognize' me as your mate before? Can only alphas sense mates or something?" He bit his bit lip again waiting for a response.
"No a mate is…instinctual to any werewolf. When we smell or see our destined mate it feels almost as if we get more powerful, like there is a meaning to life. I am not sure why my wolf didn't recognize you until now." He closed his eyes, listening to the hammering heart beat in front of him.
Stiles nodded, he could pretend to understand that. He saw Derek's eyes open and flicker to the bed before he closed them again. Almost as if reading his mind, the quirky teen knew the wolf wanted to be closer, and that annoying nagging voice in his head didn't fail to remind how he also wanted him to be closer. He smiled slightly at the fact that Derek didn't move closer despite the fact he wanted to in respect of his strongly spoken wishes.
Before he could change his mind he softly whispered Derek's name before he patted the bed; signaling him it was okay to move closer.
Derek looked at him before getting up from the chair he sat on the edge of the bed. Stiles waited for a bit before asking his next question.
"You keep on saying 'mates', I understand the basic concept of what is, i mean come on who doesnt, but can you explain exactly what it is in the werewolf world?"
Derek laid down, on leg hanging off the bed and closed his eyes again.
"My parents used to always say that each of us had one destined mate. They were joined souls; when the souls come in close contact with each other there is an instant connection. The connections sends both-in our case one- wolf into a frenzy with the need to claim, mate and in the dominant male the need to assert dominance on the other one. Werewolf couples consist of the dominant mate and the submissive mate. Normally the males are the dominate ones and in our case you are the submissive one…"
Stiles cut him off.
"WAIT! That means I'm the woman in this-this-this thing?" He shrieked, soundly exactly like a horrified twelve year old girl. Derek growled at his outburst, eyes flickering blood read causing Stiles to flinch.
"Shut up!" Derek covered his eyes with his arm, trying to stopp the growls that poured out of his mouth. Finally regaining control, he continued where he left off.
"As I was saying, you are my submissive and I am your dominant. Last night, your…soul instinctively recognized mine and submitted..." Much to the lycanthrope's annoyance, Stiles interrupted him once again.
"Hold up." Stiles sat a bit straighter when he heard the new information. "Was that what the voice was?"
Derek lifted himself to res on his elbows and forearms, looking at the brunette as if he had grown another head. "What the hell are you talking about?"
The lacrosse player felt his face heat up as he sputtered, not sure how to explain what happened to him without sounding completely mental. He cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Uh…well last night when you were…when you were…you know, there was a voice that kept on telling me to submit and just en-just let you do what you wanted. Is that a side effect or something to all of this?"
The werewolf sat up, running a hand once more through his messy hair only serving to disheveling it even more. He let out a sigh and shook his head. "No, not that I know of, but from what you said it seems to have been you soul trying to explain what was happening. That there was no point in fighting the lust you felt, telling you to submit."
The brown-eyed male threw his head back against the headboard with a loud 'whack!' shaking his head from side to side. Why did this have to happen to him? Why did he have to be the mate of scary werewolf?
"I guess that makes sense…sort of." His eyes met the lycan's, suddenly feeling the same pulling sensation in his chest, knowing the wolf felt it too when the gray-on-green eyes flickered red. He quickly lowered his gaze, forcing himself not look at him. "You said you wear the pants in this…arrangement, what exactly does that mean?" He wasn't really sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"Basically I am in charge. We are equals in the grand scheme of things—well that's how it's supposed to be unless you try and reject this, that's when things get tricky. It is my job to protect you, provide you, to make you happy…." He trailed off, locking eyes with the smaller boy for the first time showing some of the guilt he felt for his actions. "It's in my nature to be possessive, demanding, hovering, jealous and even controlling at times. In the beginning I will be constantly by your side. My scent has to be on your body at all times. You have to smell like me."
Derek laid back down; not at all surprised his explanation was met with complete silence. He understood this was a lot to wrap around one's mind. To any un-werewolf person the concept of mating was a strange topic. Yes, he felt remorseful over his actions, cursing himself for not having better control, but he knew that a mate bond was impossible to ignore. It was useless to fight it, the mates always eneded up together anyways. He didn't love or even particularly like the teen. He found him annoying and a pain but he did have a special soft spot for him and until the night before he was never really sure why.
While Derek was in another place lost in his own thoughts, Stiles was also off in his own fantasy land. None of this seemed fair to him. Why did he have to be the werewolf's mate? Why him?
'For Christ sakes! I don't even like the guy!' He couldn't lie, he admitted that the older male was attractive and he had peaked his interest on more than one occasion but whenever he began to have the slightest amount of attraction towards him, the lycan quickly stomped it away with his asshole-ness.
Stiles had always found men attractive, probably since middle school. In reality Lydia was the only girl to ever peak his attention. Scoot was the only one that was aware of his sexual preference. He had often times tried to hook-up him and Danny together….he was an idiot but Stiles loved Scott for trying.
Returning his thoughts to the situation on hand he felt as if he didn't have any say in all of this. He felt like Derek just expected him to go along with whatever. He jumped off the bed, surprising the lycan.
"So what? I don't have a choice? That's it?" He stood up straighter, crossed his arms across his chest, staring into Derek's eyes, unknowingly challenging Derek's dominance.
The tattooed man growled, his wolf clearly seeing the challenge. Stiles didn't have time to react before Derek had him pinned against a wall, hands held above his head, and he was staring into glowing red eyes. Fear engulfed him as the taller of the two snarled at him.
"Don't challenge me! Submit!" His voice barely sounded human anymore; the teen racked his brain for any useful information h might have come across from his extensive research. Remembering something he quickly cast his eyes down and bared his neck.
The lycan, somehow keeping the full shift at bay, placed his fangs on the pale skin with force that threatened to break, causing Stiles to whimper. He continued growling lowly in his throat until he was satisfied that his dominance between the two was reestablished, he retracted his fangs and whispered 'good boy' into the pale ear before taking a step back.
Stiles' heart hammered against his chest. He chanced a glance at the now fully human Derek. Speaking softer than before, he asked his question again.
"I don't have a choice do I?
"Yes, you do. The choices are simple. You agree to the bond, accept it, I claim you fully and things go smoothly or you reject the bond, I will force myself on you until you accept it, claim you but things won't be as smooth. The bond between mates can't be denied. It will happen eventually." Stiles rolled his eyes.
"So I accept it and you claim me or I don't accept it and you claim me. Either way I lose right? "
Stiles gulped when Derek stepped back to him pinning him to the wall again, their bodies flush against each other.
"I know what I do to you. I have smelt the traces of arousal on you when I push you up against walls exactly like right now. I have seen you looking at me when you thought I wasn't looking. And even though I forced myself on you last night I also know that you enjoyed it."
"Well aren't you the all-knowing-werewolf." Stiles huffed out, shutting up when he heard his growl of annoyance.
"If you hadn't, you wouldn't have begged me to fuck you, you wouldn't have agreed with my claims of you being mine, of you being my mate either. You wouldn't be getting aroused if part of you didn't want this." He moved one of his hands to grasp him through the sweats causing Stiles 'to widen as he struggled against the wolf's strong hold. "You lust for me and for now that's enough. Think about it but be aware of the consequences of either decision you make."
Derek didn't let him go though, no, instead he forced his lips against the shocked ones of Stiles pushing his tongue into his mouth. He brought the hand that was still on Stiles' growing bulge to the back of his neck, keeping him place as he struggled. He rocked his hips against the smaller males, smirking at the groan it caused and broke the kiss. He leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"Listen to your soul…I am not going to wait forever. You have one day." He ran out of the room lurking in the shadows waiting for Stiles to leave.
Stiles stayed glued to the wall his breathing heavy not knowing how to react to all of this. He glared at the tent he was sporting.
"This is all your fault." He grumbled but sighed right afterwards. He knew he had to leave the house but there was no way he was leaving while sporting a hard on.
'Okay, okay think of dead puppies….old wrinkly people….Scott being all mushy with Allison.' He shuddered at the last thought but was happy to see the tent was gone. He pushed himself off the wall to the closet where he saw Derek get the clothes for him. He figured if he was going to have to walk home he was going to at least be warm. Grabbing a random sweater he put it on and rushed out of the house, not noticing his teammate walking towards the house.
Jackson kept on walking towards the burned down house, his head downcast, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his designer jeans.
Coming up to the door, he hesitated unsure of whether or not he should he knock. He didn't have time to make up his mind because he soon found his face pushed up against the door, the splintering wood digging into his skin.
"What are you doing here?"
Jackson shook slightly in fear at the immense of power he could feel coming from the man that had him pinned to the door.
He screwed his eyes shut and let out a groan of pain when Derek pulled him from the door only to slam him back with a large amount of force.
"I asked you a question. Answer it." He growled out.
"I want to be like you. I want the bite." Jackson's voice though quiet held a certainty for the request that stunned Derek momentarily.
He spun him around, his hand wrapping around his neck, lifting him off the ground slightly.
He felt his eyes bleed red as he let his wolf partly take over.
He smirked and Jackson gulped.
"You want the bite?"
Finally chapter two.
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