I own nuffing except Jordan and the rest of my OC's, obviously.
Catalyst: Something which incites activity.
I find myself writhing in Scott's arms, and not in the pleasant way I wanted earlier this evening. Another scream claws its way out of my throat, nowhere near reflecting the pain in my body.
Then he's there, grasping my bony wrists in his large calloused hands and pulling me to his chest. My Angel. Or at least that was what I thought when I saw him the first time; an angel fallen from God.
He's my guardian, always there to save me. His strong arm curls around my lower-back as my knees buckle.
"Derek," I breathe, through the pain. His free hand brushes the hair out of my face. The feel of his fingertips on my skin sends shivers up my spine. I scream again at pain immediately following. He pulls me inside the charred house and lifts me easily to sit on the counter in front of him, tugging me to the end of the table and stepping between my legs with my knees at his hips.
Normally when I have a fantasy about Derek standing this close and in this position, it ends much differently.
"Scott, why the hell did you do this to her?!"
"I didn't mean to! I lost control, Derek!"
"What were you doing to lose control?" He snaps. I let out a pained whimper, drawing attention off the subject.
"Jordan. Where did he bite you?" He whispers, hands on the table on either side of my hips.
"Left hip." Scott pipes up.
"Take off your shirt," Derek demands. I almost fall off the table in shock, blushing at the way my body reacts to the commanding tone in his voice.
I reach down and pull the tee shirt over my head. He unconsciously glances down at my chest, heartbeat stuttering before he meets my eyes again. He brushes his palm over the bite, eyes flashing ruby as he inspects it.
"Good. Your body is accepting the bite. I have to trigger the healing process and to do that, I have to break your hip. Hold still. If you need to, hold on to me." Derek growls. I wrap both arms around his neck and hide my face in the column of his stubble covered throat.
I'll gladly accept any excuse to get close to him.
"Isaac, I need you to hold your sister down."
"Half-sister," I correct reflexively. My mother's youngest son climbs up on the table behind me; kneeling and setting both hands on my shoulders and anchoring me to the wood. Derek purses his lips before he pushes half my hip back and pulls the other half forward.
A horrible sound comes from deep inside of me. Agony. Derek hauls me immediately off the table and holds me, one arm beneath my knees and one around my waist. My head lolls forward, on his sternum.
"Hurts..." I whimper. He presses his lips to my temple.
"Scott, follow us to my loft. Isaac, will you drive? I have to stay in the back with her." Both teens spring into action, rushing outside. I'm floating, painfully unaware.
All I can feel is the pressure of his arms.
Vaguely, I hear the door to the Camaro shut.
"You cannot leave me." He murmurs, voice broken.
Of course! I want to scream, I would never leave you, I love you! But it comes out in a groan. His face buries into my hair, lips pressed against it. Kissing my hair? He must really be worried.
I drift out of consciousness for a long while.
I wake up with a mattress shaping to my body with a warm, strong arm around my stomach. Realizing it's Derek, I stroke his arm with my fingertips. He's so soft.
His lips touch the back of my neck, staying there for awhile. I find myself choking back a moan.
"Thank God you're awake, Jordan." He whispers. I roll over to face him, hearing Isaac and Scott snoring. Our legs tangled in sleep.
"Why?" I murmur.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you happy I woke up?"
"I promised Cal-"
"You slept in a bed with me just because of my brother?" I push out of his arms and roll out of his bed. I pad across the floor and into his bathroom in only my bra and panties.
Using my nimble fingers, I play with my hair in the mirror. Frustrated.
"Jordan, why are you acting like this?" All the love pent up for him in 12 years boils out of me. I grab the front of his shirt and slam him against the wall. I've had enough keeping it inside.
"You really don't know why I'm upset?" I roll my eyes. He shakes his head.
"This is why," I breathe, pulling him down to my level and kissing him. He doesn't respond at first. He stiffens in shock.
After I lace my fingers into his hair and tug, he reacts.
He pulls me in closer, growling. His mouth moves roughly against mine, dominating control of the kiss. I allow it. Derek's hands splay out across my bare back.
I moan and it breaks the trance he's been in. He pulls back, removes my arms from around his neck, and steps away from me.
I try to steady my breathing.
"Why did you do that?" He pants.
"Derek, you know exactly why. I've wanted to do that since I was eleven years old." I say through panting breaths.
"Callum never told me."
"I asked him not to. You were my brother's best friend, you couldn't know how strongly I feel about you."
"You're 17, Jordan, whatever your feeling is just hormones. You can't have 'strong feelings' for me. You're a chil-" I slap him as hard as possible. I can't help it. He grabs my wrist and shoves me up against the wall.
"I am not a child! I've been on my own for three years." I snarl, my heartbeat speeding up. I feel the change coming. With a growl, my nails sharpen, along with my vision, and I feel my canines brush my bottom lip.
His breathing hitches.
"You're an Alpha...How is that even possible?" He mutters, to himself. I push him away and storm across the loft-back into the king sized bed and hide under the sheets. I'm lifted from the mattress and tugged back to talk to him.
"This isn't you. You don't hit me. You don't storm away from me. What's going on with you?" His green eyes lock easily with mine.
"I'm tired of being sweet, innocent little Jordan all the time! Isaac knows that, Scott knows it, hell, even Peter knows it! Callum and my Parents treated me more like an adult than you do."
"Yes, and maybe that's the problem."
"Don't bring the fire into this. You and I both know that she wasn't Callum's fault."
"Kate tried to decimate you're family the same way she did to mine. I had to pull you out because Cal was too busy drinking!"
"And whose fault was it that she followed us, Derek? Who told her that Cal and I spent time with you and your family? Oh, that's right. You did!"
"You don't think I know that?!" He shouts in my face, "You don't think it makes me feel like shit? It does! I caused two fires! Your parents are dead, because of me!" He looks down at his shoes.
"That isn't true," I mumble, reaching up and running my fingers through his soft hair. I haven't been able to stay mad at him, ever. His head falls forward, onto my shoulder.
"I'm sorry," I tell him, quietly.
"I am too," he mumbles into my skin. I shudder at the feel of his mouth moving against my collarbone. The Alpha pulls back and hands me a tee shirt.
"Put some clothes on,"
"Are you sure you want me to? I saw you looking at my chest last night." I tease. His face pales guiltily.
"I need to go get some food, now that I have three house guests." He grumbles, taking his keys and starting out the door.
Laughing, I pull his shirt over my head before turning around and crossing the room. Scott and Isaac both fell asleep on the couch, slumped in the exact same position; head fallen back, arms flat on the cushions. I lower myself into Scott's lap, leaning in and kissing him lightly. His eyes flash open as I pull back.
"Hey," I grin.
"Mmm, hey." He stretches, winding his arms around my waist.
I've never been exactly innocent. I'm not a slut by any stretch of the imagination, but Scott and Derek might just push me over that edge.
"We need to get to school. First period started ten minutes ago." I frown. He nods, starting to stand up with me still in his arms.
"I'll take you back to my house to get your dress. It's on the way to school from here." He sets me down and laces his fingers through mine. I smile as he leads me down the steps and onto the back of his bike.
My arms wrap around his abdomen as he speeds off. The wind whips my hair back and I close my eyes; my cheek pressing between his shoulders.
"Thank you," I murmur, leaning up to kiss his cheek. When we reach his house, he gets off first and helps me stand.
I smile, following him up the stairs. When I see his bed, I feel my face heat up. The avid memory of his mouth on my stomach, working his way up flashes through my mind.
It seems to be the case in Scott's mind too; his heart beats faster, blush creeping along his skin.
We both meet the other's eyes and it's like a magnet. Our lips crash together, his hands on my lower-back, pulling me flat against him as mine rest tangle slide into his hair. Our tongues battle for dominance this time; I'm strong enough to be equal with him. I jump up and wrap my legs high around his waist. My knees press into his bare skin.
"Class can wait," He breathes. I nod, pulling the shirt off and unclasping my bra before flattening myself against him again. He throws me onto the bed and swallows heavily as I strip the last remaining article of clothing from me and then strip his.
"Condom," I gasp as his mouth finds my neck. He reaches above me for the box and I take it from him, ripping it open easily.
"Eager?" He teases, nipping at my neck as he slides it on. I kiss him roughly.
"You have no idea." I whisper.
When we're done, we both sit up and face each other. I lean over and lazily kiss him.
"What the hell was that-that thing that happened before we..."
"I don't know. It made me jump you." I tease.
"I think we both did the jumping that time." He smirks.
"What's, like, going on between us?" I ask, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"I don't know. But, I need to take a shower and I think you do too," I giggle as Scott carries me into his bathroom.
The shower takes us fifty five minutes. I sprint into his bedroom, redressing in my spare clothes from my backpack. Before I put my shirt on, he leans in and kisses up my spine.
"Scott, stop it!" I giggle, hurriedly doing up my shirt all the way. He's all the way dressed five minutes later, and we make it to school twenty minutes into Blake's class.
Blushing like crazy, we both get our tardy passes and walk into the room together.
"Oooooh." The class choruses together. I sit down in the desk between Allison and Lydia, in front of Stiles.
Allison glares sideways at me, Stiles tries not to laugh, and Lydia sends me a judgmental look.
Screw them. Allison dumped him and Lydia is having one night stands.
"Studying last night looks really productive. It went all the way through this morning." Lydia says, sarcastically.
"Yes, it was. I got bitten by a werewolf last night and Scott stayed with me until it healed. Is that alright with you?" I snap. Her eyes widen.
"Oh, God. I'm sorry,"
My hair covers a hickey Scott left, thankfully. I'm fuming and I fight to keep the wolf contained. Stiles reaches forward at a free moment and squeezes my hand.
"Breathe," He says.
I nod. This being a werewolf thing is going to be much harder than I thought. My emotions are even sharper, both for Derek and for Scott.
What the hell am I going to do?