Chapter Two: Alpha Male
The Stillinski House
I deliberately slammed the door in my twin brother's face and kicked off my Vans before taking the stairs two at a time. It took that idiot a moment, but he finally got the door unlocked and got inside.
"Stella! How many times do I have to say 'I'm sorry'? You know I am!"
I whipped straight around and bounded back down the stairs. I got into Stiles' face and forced him backwards until he was against the front door. As menacingly as I could, I replied,
"Until your voice box crackles with dried blood and constant use!"
I refused to acknowledge the hurt expression on his face as Dad came thumping down the stairs. I could tell he still had his work boot on just by how heavy his feet sounded. My annoyance flared and I spun on him.
"How many damn times do I have to tell you to take those nasty ass boots off at the door?" I shoved past him as he gaped at me and headed back upstairs. I most certainly didn't have time for his idiocy, too. Handling Stiles' was bad enough!
"Excuse me?" Dad gaped at me. "And just where in the hell have you two been? It's a school night!" I could tell he was glaring, but ignored him all the same.
In his defense, it was well after one in the morning, but it wasn't as if either of us was stupid enough to actually answer the rhetorical question. I glanced over my shoulder and shook my head at them, tears blurring my vision as I rushed into the god-given sanctuary that was my bedroom and slammed the door. Stiles was right behind me, however, and I turned the lock on the door so that he couldn't come in. I almost laughed when he ran into it, and the knob jiggled.
"Stella! Stella, come on, open the door!" he begged, pounding repeatedly. The noise was intensifying the headache I always got whenever I cried, and the fact that my scars hadn't stopped aching? I was not the she-wolf to trifle with.
"Come on, I'm sorry! Stella, I had no idea―"
"Just go away, Stiles!"
"Honey, come on out," said our father in that fir no-nonsense tone. But what could he do, short of breaking down my door?
"Just go away! You've done enough, Stiles! You're the most infuriatingly embarrassing twin brother ever!" I screamed at the door; I gave them a sob and threw my pillow at the door to give them the hint, knowing they would eventually crack right and just leave me alone.
Both of them sighed- one with disappointment and one with regret. I knew it was their last attempt, but I refused to say anything else. I felt like a bitch, being awful to Stiles― I was painfully aware of how hard his throat was working, and how heavy the sigh he had given was. I hated it when we fought: but my twin brother seriously needed to learn when to keep his damn mouth shut. Sometimes my brother just did not get the message.
"I really am sorry, Stells," Stiles whispered through the door before he and Dad moved off, Dad slowly to his study and Stiles shuffling to his own room across the landing from mine.
Sobbing quietly, I moved away from my door and to my bed. I know it was nasty and unsanitary- especially due to my slight romp with Derek -but I did not have the energy to go hunting for my pajamas, so I did what any other typical white teenager in a movie would do and flopped onto the bed in my smelly clothes. I buried my face into my pillow just as it started to thunder outside and frowned, annoyed because usually I could smell rain days away before it even gets here, but I hadn't smelled any rain at all for weeks. Sniffling, I got up to turn off my lamp when it went out on its own, along with the rest of the power. As my room was washed in darkness, dappled patches of pale blue moonlight shined into my room from the uncovered window. I suddenly had the urge to feel the light on my bare skin, so I pushed myself away from my bed and began to strip myself of my clothes, brushed the rest of the leaves out of my river of brown hair. When I was in nothing but my underwear, I kicked my clothes across the room and into the hamper before wandering over to my closed window. The pale light was cool on my too-hot skin, so I sat down on the window seat and leaned my head against the cold glass panes. I was grateful when my scars stopped bothering me, and I watched my skin as a sheen of pale silver settled over them. Thinking nothing of it except for how wonderful it felt, I tucked my knees to lay chest and leaned against the window, more than eager to finally fall asleep.
It wasn't until what could only be assumed as hours later when an unfamiliar groan reached my ears and woke me up. All of my senses were on high alert in moments, and the muscles throughout my body tensed. However, I must have made some sort of movement, because a voice said,
"I know you're awake, Stella."
I gasped audibly and I eyes snapped open because this voice was one I immediately didn't recognize, while it was undoubtedly young and male. Whomever the hell was in my room was about to wish he'd never been born... My eyes flickered about the room, but the only thing I could plainly see was my folded shadow across my bed and on the wall, outlined in the moonlight seeping into my room. The rain was beating against my window now, attempting to distract me from looking around. A moment later, lighting flashed and lit up my room with a single strobe; I screamed, but the thunder drowned me out as I saw a boy whom I had never met with eyes that were reflector-yellow. I kept staring at him standing there, in the corner across the room as the lighting strobe went out and my room was bathed in darkness again. At first, I prayed I was imagining things, that he wasn't really there and that I was lucid dreaming or something else freaky- I would go back to sleep any moment now and wouldn't wake up until the morning.
But then he parted himself from the shadows, as though the darkness were giving birth to him. The boy's face, a smooth expanse of ivory decorated with a fall pink mouth, an aquiline nose, and pale hazel eyes framed by dark brown hair, seemed to breach the surface of the black pool first. It was followed by a smooth, bare chest wrapped in a blanket of lean muscle and sinew that flowed into a lower abdomen of coveted washboards and a V; black cotton boxers that rode low on his hips were short enough to reveal long, sculpted thighs and calfs. The boy's hands were as long adn slender as the rest of him, and I suddenly woondered where those hands had been- where they would go.
"Hasn't your father ever taught you that it's rude to stare?"
His voice made me judge, and I stumbled back to sit down hard on the window seat. It was unnerving, the deep and soft whisper that parted his lips. I eyes were drawn to him, and suddenly wanted him to-
"Kiss me."
His dark brows gave a quirk and rose ever so slighly before I realized before I'd spoken out loud. Abruptly, I wasn't bothered by the fact that he was an intruder in my room, that I had no idea who in the sam hell this kid was; I wasn't bothered by the fact that I felt like I'd known him for a while even though I'd never seen him a day in life. I was, however, bothered by the fact that he was taking his sweet ass time coming towards me as if I had all of the time in the world. I wanted to go to him, but I had a feeling that if I moved, this dream would be over. The scars on my stomach were itching again, but it was a good itch this time- one that I couldn't wait for this boy to scratch. The sensation was prickling at first, and began to grow as the boy came closer. I was suddenly aware that I hadn't taken a full breathe since I had seen his face moments before, and I still couldn't; I felt like I could barely breathe, and my chest heaved. The sensation spread from my scars and reached towards the rest of my body, the reverse of what Derek's effect on me was. I could feel in happening underneath the warm palm of my hand and I think I liked it... I could feel my cheeks burning as the blood rushed to my face, and my skin felt way too sensitive all over. Breathless and afraid I would suddenly faint, I stood and came face-to-face with him.
We stood there, staring at each other for longer than I cared to admit. I didn't touch, even though I could feel the heat radiating off of his body in waves because it was so close- an inch away from mine. I opened my mouth to ask him what his name was, he ducked his head and his tongue plunged inside, striking up a dance with my own. Surprised, I gasped, but he swallowed the sound as I pressed my hands against his chest. I whimpered into his mouth as my knees began to feel weak over the welcomed, sensual assault of my senses. His hands, ice cold brands against my hot skin, found my thighs and lifted my feet off of the ground; we switched places and he fell back onto the window seat as my open palms slammed against the glass panes on my window. I ignored the spiderweb cracks and focused on the impossible fire that flashed from those ice-cold hands on my sensitive skin. Our tongue never stopped dancing as I tangled my fingers into his short hair as mine fell about our faces like a dark curtain and his fingers whispered across my skin. I moaned softly into his mouth as I straddled his lap and he pressed his body to mine. He let my tongue and lips be, now undoubtedly swollen and pink, and brushed his lips against the column of my throat. As he groaned, low and guttural in the back of his throat, the vibrations trembled deep underneath the surface of my skin as though his voice were liquid fire.
Which, of course, it was.
"My name is Junior," he whispered softly against my skin and wrapped a firm arm around my waist. I wondered about anyone culd make the name 'Junior' sound so unbearably sexy- but then again, he wasn't just anyone.
"Where...?" I started breathlessly, unable to finish my question. Luckily he finished it for me.
"'Where did I come from'?" Junior went on when I nodded, "Your need to be with me," was all he said.
I was utterly confused but didn't question it, and quickly forgot my other question when his lips moved along my skin. I could feel his tongue blaze a trail from my chin to my collarbone before his nipped me there when his teeth. I started to shiver uncontrollably, and then couldn't seem to stop. Junior evened out the score and applied the same treatment to the other side of my collarbone, and I simply wanted to do limp and let him do whatever he wanted to the rest of my body without protest.
"What a wonderful idea, Stella," Junior chuckled, reading my mind. I still wasn't phased. "I think I'll enjoy doing whatever I want to your body."
There were so many things right with that sentence that I didn't question him. Instead I kissed his forehead and his hair softly, and he kissed the soft flesh in between my breasts and down my stomach to my scars. My breathe hitched as his tongue flicked out to touch my first scar, and a bolt of electricity ran through me. Junior glanced up at me, his devastatingly handsome face framed by my hands. I searched his eyes, and something came over me. I found myself nodding, as though giving him permission to go on. Junior smiled at me, and the smile I gave in return was rather shy at best. He ducked his head again and I felt his tongue just where I wanted it. My head fell back and I moaned his name as his hips rolled forward to meet mine- a quiver worked its way up my spine. Junior's tongue worked slowly in that agonizing way that was tortuous, all the while kneading the flesh high on my thigh and holding me in place as he grinded against me. I was panting, my breathing labored as I fought to control my heartbeat; something Scott had told me about before he made his first transformation. I could feel it straining to be free of my chest cavity, but I still fought to keep in under control. Junior's tongue was everywhere at one, shooting sparks and bolts of electricity into my body. It felt too good to keep my appreciation under lock and key, and soon enough I was begging for him to never let it end.
When all of the blood rushed to my face and my temples pounded, when my toes curled and muscles tense I welcomed the release graciously. One hand latched onto the short curls of Junior's hair and wouldn't let go; the other braced itself against the nearly-broken window, allowing more spiderwebs to form inside the panes. Our body convulsed at once and we cried each other's names as our hearts roared pounded against our chests and our breathe mingled.
About Three Hours Later
Junior shifted underneath me and brought me back to consciousness. I was grateful the dream hadn't ended, and sighed with content as he leaned down to kiss my mouth.
"I'm still here, Stella," He assured me, and I smiled up at him.
"Thank you were staying with me, Junior."
"Of course."
I snuggled closer to him and he rolled me onto my back. Resting on his elbows, he gave me the sexiest smile I had ever been given, and said,
"I'm suddenly glad I didn't kill you that night, at the high school," Junior said nonchalantly as though it were the most normal thing to say in the world.
I on the other hand, was unable to register the words properly, and therefore turned to stare at Junior with puzzled eyes.
"What was that?" I asked, rather simple-minded.
"Stella," Junior shook his head as though he were reprimanding a child. "You can't possibly think that you just happened to be lucky enough to survive and become a what I am, can you?"
"What?" I repeated, frowning hard at him.
He sighed as though he were getting impatient and I suddenly couldn't breathe. He had to be joking. He had to be shitting me because otherwise I don't know what I could possibly do to undo what he'd just said. Momentarily ignoring me, he threw the sheets away from our nearly-naked bodies and sat up. I yelped as Junior grabbed my ankles and dragged me into the middle the bed. Without another word, he settled over me and tangled his fingers into my hair, placed his ice-cold palm against the skin underneath my left breast, where my scars began. His eyes poured into mine and I felt a prick in my yet unhealed flesh.
My eyes flickered from his face to his nails- his claws;they were positioned just over the scars The Alpha had given me. The tips of his claws pressed into my skin, and I sucked in as much air as possible.
"What are you doing?" I was barely able to whispered, staring up at him wide-eyed.
"Junior, stop-"
"Oh, no, I'm not going to stop." His grin was wolfish. "I'm never going to stop, Stella."
"Junior- please, stop-" I grabbed his wrist, but he snatched mine with his other hand before he grabbed the other and stretched them above my head; I was forced to stretch in the event he tore my arms out of my sockets, and then I realized that Junior's grip was too real. The way my heart pounded and my blood roared in my ears was too real.
This wasn't a dream.
This wasn't a dream- and I was absolutely the stupidest person on the planet for thinking it was.
"Stella, relax! It's a win-win, really; we made each other feel good, and now you'll make me feel even better!"
"No, don't- oh, my god, please-"
"God has nothing to do with it, Stella, so don't bring Him into this. Now I just want you to do a couple more things for me. Can you do that, sweetheart?"
He applied pressure to my ribs, and I gasped as I felt them start to crack, but I didn't think I could inhale anymore air. A sob choked me and tears spilled from my eyes.
"Stella, I need you to say my name." He looked so sincere that I was confused.
"W-what?" I said stupidly, trying to shrink away from his hand, he wouldn't let me and instead latched his claws into my said. I cried out from the pain as I felt my stitches tear, and Junior tutted.
"Just do what I ask and it'll be over before you know it. Now say my name, Stella."
"Your name is 'Junior', you sadistic bastard!"
"Wrong."
He rolled his eyes and ripped into more stitches; I shrieked and begged him to stop, and he shouted at me to say his name again.
"I already told you!" I shouted back as I felt my blood run in lines down my side. "Let me go, please!"
"Obviously, Stella, that wasn't my real name, now was it?"
"I don't know what you mean-"
"Fine. Then I'll give you a hint, but only one, so listen carefully, sweetheart."
Junior leaned in close but I turned my face away. His cool breathe tickled my ear as he whispered,
"We met at the high school that night, by the trophy case."
All of the air left my lungs, and I turned back to him. My heart forced its way into my throat and nearly came out. As I watched, Junior's light hazel eyes misted over- with bright red. I was unable to look away from them as the red eclipsed my vision and it was soon enough it was all I could see.
"Oh, my god," I whispered. "Peter."
He- Junior- Peter -laughed, as though it were the funniest thing in the world.
"What a good girl you are, Stella! Now, I suggest that you save your breathe; you'll need it so I can hear that gorgeous little scream of yours."
I couldn't hold back the bloodcurdling scream that wrenched out of my throat as his claws embedded into my skin and he flicked his wrists, tearing my scars wide open.
