Alright guys! This is continuing from the last chapter! So this story is not my first but it is the first to be published anywhere on my part! I know the theme is dark and Stiles might not get to much love but things always tend to sort themselves out! After this chapter we go to Scott and get to continue the weaving of this web! I thank you all for your reviews and if I get a few more I promise to update right away! Anyway, I'll let you get to it, enjoy!
Derek felt his control slip further as his heart's desire lies beneath him, face battered and porcelain skin taut beneath his fingertips. He leans in, smashing their lips together as he bares down with all his strength, trying to bottom out in one deep motion.
Stiles' broken sob let's him know he has succeeded. The teen grips his forearms at first, but when he's mounted he goes straight for broad shoulders. The last person who had dug their fingers into him like that, she had killed his entire family.
And created the living hell that was his life.
"Fucking relax... Your to tight."
He speaks thru gritted teeth, the canines sharp and glimmering in the bask of the full moon as Stiles let's out another labored sob. He growls, the pain and fear making his prey's scent that much more poignant.
It was delicious, and making the alpha give a rough grind of his hips.
"N-no! Don't move, just..."
A stuttering breath and more sobs as Derek's hips begin to nudge back and forth. The body is warm and he can feel that it's healthier and stronger than anyone else he could've chosen...
Although ironically it wouldn't be his first choice if he could've controlled how he felt about the boy instead of abuse his power to mate him. To bind him for eternity.
"Shut up, you want it. You've always fucking wanted it."
His statement is hollow as pale fingers rake down his back, His thrusts pick up speed. And then he hears it.
Scott.
~"Scott, I won't say it again. Tighten the perimeter, now."~
He warns him with a heated whisper, muscles growing tense, as if someone was waiting to take a fresh kill right from
Under him. Scott's scent shifts and he realizes that the threat means nothing as the stench of arousal rolling from the young boy outside is only do to one thing.
The prospect of pups, but more specifically, his alpha's pups. Building the pack. Making a family by acting on animal instinct and breeding the first available bitch nearby.
To put it simply, Scott was turned on by watching his display of dominance. Derek felt some of his guilt being over taken by pure lust. He grinds forward a bit more quickly, Stiles still fighting, his sobbing making his spine crawl in satisfaction. Then he hears Scott, practically panting.
~"Show him who's in charge, your alpha, breed him right."~
Derek's hand wraps around Stiles' throat when he fully processes the encouragement. His hips are moving fluidly, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the burnt shell of a house. Another murmur of words drifts through the wood, this one more demanding.
~"Fill him, tie him like a bitch. Can't you see he's begging for your pups. Our pups. Our pack will grow, so tie him."~
Derek starts to quicken his pace and soon Stiles' protests fill his ears.
"N-no it hurts! It won't fit!"
Stiles begins to thrash as his alpha begins to tie him, the swollen flesh spreading his insides wide as it creates a seal. His scream is agonized, his fingernails torn to shreds. He had used them on Derek's back. The wolf hadn't even noticed.
Derek hears Scott bolt, the disgust and shame rolling off him in waves. The mortification is left only for him as his wolf retreats and lets him take control once more. Stiles' is sobbing into his hands, the light trickles of blood and cum running down trembling thighs. Derek shifts, the swollen flesh of his cock pulsing softly inside the tight vice. The alpha speaks, voice deep, the smallest hint of regret seeping through, his words blunt and to the point.
"I couldn't control it, your heart was racing and I knew you wanted it, I-"
A pale fist crashed into his teeth. Stiles lets out a hoarse cry, clutching his hand to his chest as he concentrates on the pain in his now broken fingers. Anything to avoid the horrible sensation, the raw feeling of being ripped open. Derek rolls his neck, turning and spitting out teeth. Stiles breathes, and speaks gently, his voice a croak.
"I knew you'd take someone tonight... And I knew you found me appealing one way or another but... I never knew you were truly nothing but a brainless animal."
Derek feels his chest grow heavy, his eyes prickling and he turns away. Breathing, trying to calm his sadness and the hint of rage swirling beneath the surface, he reaches between quivering thighs and begins to pull free, the knot shrinking back to fit normal human anatomy.
Stiles stumbles into shaking legs, the raw feeling burning up his spine as he begins his treck towards the door.
"I'll carry you, don't strain yourself."
Stiles scoffs but is soon scooped into large arms and whisked through the door and out into the chill of the night air. He's left inside his destroyed Jeep, and when he can't see the retreating form of his thought to be ally, he breaks down into tears.
Derek ignores the sorrow as he flits thru trees and over damp ground. He wishes that Stiles' cries didn't resonate so deep within him. Now all he could do was wait and hope that tonight hadn't all been in vain.
