4: "Kiss me, again..."
"I like it," I told Derek.
He mashed his lips with mine. It was like trying to make out while underwater.
Derek's kisses were powerful and brought me to the brink of my limits before he would let go. I would gasp for air. My lips kept going numb and my teeth were kind of sore, but I didn't care. I really, really liked kissing him.
I groaned and he pulled away. I took a deep breath and leaned against the fence that surrounded the boiler. We were down in the basement of the school for lunch hour. In Derek's words, he wanted to give me a true tongue lashing.
"Again," I said, and Derek mashed his lips with mine once more.
It hurt more this time and I wasn't sure why. Derek suddenly pulled away and licked his lips, then he stared at me intensely and said, "You're bleeding."
I rubbed my hand over my lips and saw blood inside my palm. I thought I had cut my lip, but then I tasted blood in my mouth and I looked at Derek with confusion. He told me regretfully, "I was pushing you too hard. The blood is coming from your gums."
I stuck my thumb in my mouth and reached up to feel my gums. Sure enough, they were bleeding, and my teeth were sore to the touch. I chuckled and replied, "Well, that's a first."
Derek shook his head and replied, "It's not funny, Stiles. I should be watching my strength with you."
"It's no big deal," I shrugged, but I could tell Derek was concerned. I added thickly, "Want to lick the blood out of my mouth?"
He locked eyes with me with a mix of eagerness and surprise, then he quickly gathered himself and replied, "I can't do that."
"Why not? Is it too gross? Will it make you sick?" I joked.
"Stop it, I'm serious," he countered.
I rolled my eyes at him and said, "You're always serious. Come on, just tell me what the problem is and we'll move on. Otherwise, I think I should be the one to say what's too much for me."
Derek frowned at me but his intensity lessened. I smiled at him to show my blood stained teeth and asked, "You wanna lick me, Derek?"
He half-smiled and replied, "Yes, I do."
"How bad you want it?" I taunted him.
"Come here," he took a step towards me.
I took a step back and asked again, "How bad do you want it?"
He clenched his fists and replied, "Really bad."
"How bad?" I asked once more, waiting for him to come closer.
Derek made his way over to me until he was an inch from my lips, then he whispered thickly, "I wanna lick you up so badly, it fucking hurts me inside. You wouldn't believe how much it takes to hurt a wolf."
He pushed me up against the fence and pressed his lips against mine. This time, he was much softer, although it was still more intense than any kiss I'd ever had. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and explored me, withdrawing to drink down any blood he found.
Derek let out a long groan. I wasn't sure if he were happy or debating on whether he should actually kill me. He pulled his lips away from mine and drank down the last of my blood, then he blinked slowly and said, "You taste better than anyone I've ever had."
"That is a horrible pick-up line!" I argued jokingly.
Derek grinned and replied, "I mean it. There's something about you, something about your blood..."
"I bet you say that to all the guys," I replied.
He gave me a sideways glance and replied, "I don't think you quite understand."
"So, what?! Now I'm special?" I asked curiously.
"I'm addicted to you, in a way."
He lifted a brow and grinned like he might be kidding but he might not be. I replied easily, "I've dealt with stalkers and pervs, before. A little pepper spray keeps the creeps away."
Derek looked at me seriously and asked, "Who were they? I want names. Now."
I laughed and replied, "Not now, we've got to get to class."
He glared at me for not answering the question, but dropped it and passed me to lead the way back upstairs. Once we were out in the hallway again, he told me, "I was being dead serious, you know. About you being my addiction."
"Well, I'm okay with it as long as our breakup doesn't send you to Eichen House," I teased him.
He shook his head at me and left. I walked back down the hallway so I could conveniently step in line when the bell rang and everyone came out to head to their next class. I passed the men's bathroom just as the door flew open and I was yanked inside by Mace and P.J.
Mace threw me up against the bathroom wall and punched me in the stomach as hard as he could, knocking the wind out of me. My gums started to bleed, again. P.J. gave me a sideways glance as he said, "Jesus, Stiles! We haven't even started to beat on you, yet."
I felt a left hook from Mace connect with my jaw and my head snapped back, slamming hard into the tile wall of the bathroom. I slumped over and Mace grabbed me to pull me up to my feet again, only to punch me in the stomach once more.
I was going down when I grabbed Mace around the waist and tried to tackle him. He fell backwards and hit one of the bathroom stalls, but it barely even phased him. He grabbed me and shoved me into one of the stalls, then he came in and grabbed me by the head, dragging me towards the toilet.
"Shit!" I shouted, jamming my foot against the lid of the toilet so I could push back and keep Mace from drowning me.
He was way stronger than me. I knew it was only a matter of time before my head would be all wet.
I tried to think of another way out of this. I quickly let my foot off of the lid of the toilet and both Mace and I lurched forward. He let go of me for just a second and I fell to the floor, then I crawled underneath the stall to get away from him.
P.J. came around and tried to stop me once I came out of the last stall. I shoved him aside but he was fast and slammed his fist right into my ribs. I cried out and fell back against the wall. I could hear Mace coming around to grab hold of me.
The bathroom door opened and Derek calmly stepped inside. P.J. and Mace turned to face him and P.J. immediately shifted to save-face mode, "Derek! How great to see you, man!"
Derek gave P.J. a venomous stare. P.J. backed off. I pushed myself up to my feet and walked out, making sure to give P.J. and Mace a sly, bloody-toothed grin before I left. Derek stayed behind, and I had the feeling that Mace and P.J. wouldn't be messing with me again anytime soon.