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Summary: Peter asks Stiles if he wants the bite. Stiles refuses and he tries to change his mind.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Three:
I tried to regain control of breathing. Peter had already gotten Scott's password out of me, but he didn't make any effort to leave. It just made the fact that I was alone with a very angry, very hot Peter in an empty parking garage that much more terrifying. He's a predator in every sense of the word. He makes me feel like I'm his prey, just waiting for the taking.
"You know, Stiles," Peter purred, bringing his mouth dangerously close to my ear. "I believe that I made a mistake when I bit Scott. Don't you? You'd be far more valuable as a wolf, as my wolf. Would you like that? Would you like me to bite you?" He propositioned me. I gulped and tried to ignore all of the blood in my body rushing to my groin. I shifted uncomfortably under his heated gaze. "I can smell the arousal on you. I know that you want me. I know that you want this. All you have to…" He drawled, as he let his tongue trace the shell of my ear. "Is give in and submit to me. Say yes, Stiles. Say yes and I promise you that I can find something much more satisfying to do with that pretty mouth of yours." He placed wet kisses down my neck and I groaned.
"N-No," I whimpered. "I don't…" I tried to protest, but his mouth was so freaking distracting. "I don't want the bite." I told him. I felt him smirk, against my skin.
"Don't you?" He asked me. I shook my head. He palmed my groin, through my jeans and my head fell back. "I can tell when you lie, Stiles."
"I'm not lying."
"Naughty boys get punished. Is that what you want? To get punished?" His words rolled off his tongue and turned my brain into a melted puddle of goo. The way he said it, I did. I definitely wanted to be punished and I wanted him to be the one to punish me.
"I'm not taking the bite." I bit out. The words didn't even sound convincing to me.
"Stiles, I can still bite you, without giving you the bite." He purred. A shudder ran through my entire body. He has got to stop doing that!
"Peter! Let him go!" Derek yelled, running up to us, out of nowhere. I jumped and tried to hide my obvious hard-on, courtesy of Peter.
"Think about it." Peter winked at me and ran off. I was left with a fuming Derek that chose that moment to look down at the tent in my pants that I was trying to hide. Fuck my life.
