Kiss Me - Fighting Urges
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Kiss Me
His lips descended fast and melded with hers; unable to keep herself silent, she moaned at the contact before gripping him, tightly. The feel of his body moving against hers, causing her body to react against her mind.
'No, what are you doing? You don't even know this man!' She thought to herself, furiously.
As she raised her arms to push him away, he pinned them back down, his mouth moving to her neck and placing a playful, yet dominating bite there with a slight growl emanating from his chest.
"What did I say? Hmm? You. Are. Mine. Don't resist this." He said, his voice low, raspy and seductive.
"I will fight." She tried to say but it came out with little conviction and ended with a moan as he licked the length of her neck and then returned to his seduction.
Feeling herself aroused, Kirsty arched her back to come closer to his heat, her mind reeling and her arousal building. As his lips left hers, momentarily to stare down at the woman beneath him, he admired her defiance and will as she began to sit up.
Pushing her back down, he stared into her blue eyes and printed her face to his memory, the sounds he drew from her causing the beast within him to be driven insane. Growling, he pulled at the hem of her t-shirt.
Suddenly, a cuss from outside on the hallway caused both of them to look towards the door, sharply.
Taking a moment to find her voice, Kirsty pressed slightly in the muscular chest that blocked her from standing. Staring back at her, he looked at her, cautiously not knowing her plan of action. Giving him a nod, he stood and pulled her up with him. "Stiles? Is that you, again?" She asked, aloud.
A few moments passed before an answer came.
"Yeah, it's just me, stupid railing." He cussed.
Motioning for the man to move over to her wardrobe out of view from the door, he cocked his head to the side before doing as she directed.
Walking to the door, Kirsty opened it, slowly before laughing at the sight of her brother nursing his right foot.
"Every time Stiles." Kirsty said, unable to keep her laughter in.
"Ok, ok, I know I do it every time, that doesn't make it funny you know." Stiles replied with a laugh of his own.
"Well, are you ok? Will your foot survive?" Kirsty replied, comfortable with their banter.
"Well, it might need amputating, but other that I'm sure it will live." Stiles laughed.
"Good, I'm glad. How was today with Scott and your friend?" She asked, smiling.
Looking up, Stiles nodded before saying "It was great, thanks. We had a good time." As Kirsty looked down at her brother, she couldn't help but notice the small blush forming on his cheeks.
"So.. was this a female friend or a male friend?" She enquired.
As his blush deepened, he lowered his head before looking up at her.
"A male friend." He looked at her, sheepishly.
"Knew it." She said.
"Oh yeah?" He replied, questioningly.
"It's obvious that you look at guys more than woman. I have eyes and I observe situations more than most." She stated.
"Oh, ok. Are you mad? Upset?" Stiles mumbled.
"Why would I be mad at you? So you like men, what's wrong with that, so do I!" She laughed, lightening the mood.
"That's true. I'm glad you're ok with it." He said, laughing slightly, happy that his sister accepted him.
"So dare I ask this friends name?" She teased.
"Erm.. yeah. His name is Derek." Stiles said, blushing.
"Ooooh, Derek. Sounds charming." She said.
"He is." Stiles replied.
Bidding each other goodbye, they hugged each other before parting ways. Returning to her bedroom, she shut the door before being pinned back against it.
"Now, where were we?" He said, roughly, his arousal still evident through his tight fitted jeans.
"No, not until you tell me your name, at least, I have questions, quite a few of them and you need to answer them." She stated with a demanding tone.
Growling, he looked at her, restraining himself from ripping off her clothes. "My name is Peter, I am a werewolf, so are you and you are mine. What more do you need to know?" Impatient, he starts tugging at the hem of her shirt again, grazing her skin and causing her body to shake in anticipation.
"You're a werewolf?" She asked.
"Yes." He whispered whilst nipping at the curve of her neck.
"And now I'm a werewolf?" She asked.
"Yes." He moaned as her hands started to roam against his chest, feeling the muscles flex underneath his casual v-neck shirt.
"You bit me that night in the woods." She stated.
"Yes." He replied, suddenly cautious of her actions.
"Oh." She murmured.
"Are you ok?" He asked, concerned slightly.
"I guess, but why is this happening to me? What is this between us? Why do I feel this way?" She asked, her desperation to know causing her voice to shake.
"Feel what way?" He smirked down at her.
"Why I do fee an urgent need to rip your clothes off and have you fuck me into next month." She asked.
"Well, do you now?" He laughed before turning serious. "You are my mate, I sensed it that night in the woods and now you are mine." He stated.
"I am not yours, you do not own me." She said, defiantly.
"Yes, you are. You. Are. Mine." He growled, before kissing a trail up to her mouth and biting down on her soft lips.
Hearing her moan, he smirked and said "See, I told you, you are mine."
Feeling his need as it pressed against her, she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his waist before saying "Shut up and kiss me."
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