A/N Thank you for the reviews, the follows and the favourites! It warms my heart that you all enjoyed it. I have borrowed bits and pieces of dialogue and situations that have played out on the tv show, but have twisted it to my own use. I have also changed the name the video store, why, cause my brain failed to function when thinking of it. Christine; prepare yourself for a hellva show when the Argent's & Noelle run into each other. It will be explosive. Derek doesn't trust anyone easy, and he has learn trusting an Argent in the past comes with a price. Will this Argent be the same? As for Noelle's past, her scars ( both physical and mental), & the mystery wolf that bit her & and her brother... well a girls got to have her secrets, now doesn't she?


Noelle bit into the crisp apple as she stared at the blinking lights of the cruisers, and ambulances in front Beacon Hills Video, the newest murder scene. The Alpha had come, killed and left. She stood off in the shadows, watching and listening to the conversations between the officers and the only two witnesses. Jackson Whitmore and Lydia Martin, both high school students with one beta Scott McCall.

From what she heard the breathless and near hysterical Lydia tell Sheriff Stilinski that whatever came through the window was big and hairy. And Jackson wasn't really saying anything. From his body language Noelle picked up on his agitation, fear and denial.

Pretty boy Jackson was hiding something. And Noelle wanted to know what that was.

Noelle licked the sweet juice of the apple from her lips as she chewed. She felt the hairs on the back of her head, and she started to scan around to see what the cause was. It was a few moments before she saw what had her back up. There on the roof of the video store was big, bad Derek Hale and little lost puppy Scott McCall.

Someone was giving teaching lesson's tonight, it seemed.

Noelle nodded in their direction, took another bite of the apple, and smiled a little when Scott gave her a friendly wave. She held Derek's eye for a moment before nodding towards Jackson. As if he didn't know that Jackson was failing to share what he saw with the good Sheriff. Derek may have a pretty face, toned and sexy body but he had sharp, focused mind. Hale wasn't a fool.

Derek inclined his head, and walked away from the edge of the building Scott trailing behind him.

She left the crime scene moments after the Beta's, tossing what was left of the apple in a near by dumpster. Her nose had picked up on a very distinctive smell, and wanted to put it to use.


Stiles walked into this room, preoccupied thinking about Lydia. She looked terrified, and all he wanted to do was comfort her. Jackson was to busy being a douche bag to his dad to even really make sure Lydia was okay.

He kicked the door close before he reached out to flick on the light. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the light, and when they did he let out an undignified scream at seeing the semi friendly red head werewolf Noelle perched on his bed.

She wore ripped jeans, tank top and what seemed to be the standard werewolf uniform, a leather jacket. Her hair was tied back in a tight braid, and he was thankful her eyes were fully human.

"Jesus!" he bit out, removing the hand that was at his throat. His breathing returned to semi normal as he watched arch an eyebrow at his startled expression. "How did you get in here?'

"Window." replied Noelle sliding her legs off the bed and getting up. She could smell Stiles's fear, something that he never had around Scott, and always around Derek. His heart beat was picking up speed as she moved closer to him. With every step she took towards him, he took a step back. Finally, he could no longer more further away from her when his back hit the door. "We need to talk."

"We need to talk? I, uh have no idea what you would have to.. to talk to me about." Stiles stammered on for a minute, eyes wide and darting about. Noelle found it mildly amusing and cute. " Isn't it Scott that you should be talking about werewolf stuff to?"

"No, I don't want to talk to Scott." Noelle held her finger to Stiles's lips. She broke into a wide smile and leaned in close." Actually, I find him to be a bit of a idiot. You on the other hand, I have some use for."

Stiles for a small moment was speechless. He, a mere human was useful, to a werewolf?"Your not going to eat me are you/"

"No, your not my preferred type of meat." Noelle smirked a little bit. "You are going to talk to Lydia Martin tomorrow."

"What?" Stiles confused at how Noelle would even knew about Lydia. His favourite redhead was completely in the dark about all things that howl at the moon. She was blissfully aware in a way that Stiles wished himself to be only in his deepest moments of self doubt.

"You, Stiles are going to speak to Lydia about what happened at the video store."

"Why Lydia?" he asked feeling her box him in more with her body." Why me?"

"You because I could smell that sweet, sweet love you got burnin for that vapid, shallow girl, all the way across the parking lot tonight when you saw her in the ambulance." Noelle told him moving to cut off his escape when he tried to dart around her.

"I don't love Lydia." scoffed Stiles as he processed the information. Werewolf's could smell love? "She's not shallow. Or vapid. She's pretty smart, actually."

"Lie." Noelle smiled, hearing his heart blip and smelling the lie on his words. Stupid boy." Stiles, you will talk to her, or I'll pay her a visit myself. I think can imagine how direct I could be with her. If I really had to be, I mean from what I remember bones took a while to heal when your human."

"No." Stiles bit out, putting his hands up. He clenched his teeth together, hating when he was forced into a corner. Derek had a habit of doing this to him, and even Scott in his small way did the same. But this was Lydia, and he couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in love with her. " I'll talk to her. Tomorrow."

"Good. Find out what she saw. I want to know." Noelle moved away for Stiles and back towards the window. She heard his breathing relax just slightly. "Stiles?"

"Yes?" Stiles walked towards his computer, his back towards her.

"Find a better place to hide your porn. It was super easy to find."

Stiles whipped around to find Noelle gone, like she had never been in his room in the first place. The only thing she had left behind besides the blunt threat to Lydia was a slight indent in on the bed. "Do they all do that?"


Derek smelt her before he saw her. She was quick, he had to give her that. She made it up the stairs of the Hale house before he got to his bedroom door. He could smell her sweat, so he knew she ran here from where ever she came from. Her face was flush from exertion and heart beat was higher then normal. Derek figured he would be seeing her at some point after seeing how interested she was in the latest murder scene. They both had a common interest in the Alpha, what that was he didn't know.

But what Derek did know was that Noelle didn't smell of fear. He picked up on that right away.

"Noelle." Derek crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. His long legs stretched out on an angle to the side of him. His body looked relaxed but Noelle could smell the frustration on him. "Been a few days since I've seen you."

"A week actually." Noelle had gone out of her way to avoid him. Her wolf liked him a little to much for her comfort.

"Counting the days, I see."

"I have a proposition for you." Noelle said as she tested the sturdiness of the railing that circled most of the upper level. She leaned against it and looked at him. Her wolf wanted to be closer, to touch him. To feel skin on skin again. Noelle shook her head at the little slut her wolf was becoming.

"Funny, when you say it I don't think we are thinking the same thing." Derek gave her an easy grin, which only grew wider when he smelt the hint of arousal at his words. Little wolf was interested in more then just information.

"Hardly." frowned Noelle as she tugged on the hem of her leather jacket. It made her skin feel hot when she felt his eyes on her. She never had that reaction to a male wolf, let alone a very dominate male wolf. It usually left her feeling, cold, numb and dirty. Her fight or flight instinct usually kicked in hard but with Derek she was fighting the urge to move closer. " Your going to see Jackson tomorrow."

That was the logical move. Derek had planned to see the little shit tomorrow whenever the opportunity arose that Jackson was alone. He wanted to know what Jackson saw, having been inside the store with the Alpha. Needed know why the Alpha left him alive in the video store. If Jackson disturbed the Alpha so soon after a fresh kill, the urge to slaughter would have been so present it would have been hell to control it. So why was Jackson still breathing?

"Your point?" He asked watching her move her arms back to grip the railing behind her.

"I want to come."

Four words had never made him harder then when they slipped past her plump lips. His brain interpreted them in an entirely different meaning, wishing the little red head had said them under different circumstances. Wish she begged them. He shifted to hide his erection and for a brief moment wondered why his wolf responded so strongly to her.

"Why should I let you?"

"You haven't been getting any closer to the Alpha then I have." Noelle told him as she shifted. She didn't know how Derek lived here, in the old Hale house. Even though the stench of death had faded years before the horror and the bitter sadness had lingered. "Two heads are better then one."

"I already have Scott."

Her sweet laugh rang out in the silence of the house. Derek raised an eyebrow at the noise.

"Scott is too busy chasing his own tail." Noelle looked at Derek. They both knew that Scott was still fighting for control of his struggle to accept his new life was stifling at best. " He may be your freshest connection to the Alpha but the kid is a puppy. Doesn't have enough sense to do as he's told, and he is more concerned about not killing anyone instead of trying to kill the Alpha. That is your end game isn't it?"

"I want answers." Derek growled. Thinking of his sister erased all thoughts and wishes of a sexual nature from his mind. " I want to know who killed my sister."

"Not who left her in pieces for you find?" Noelle asked watching as Derek's eyes switched from human to wolf in two seconds. The yellow was eerie in the darkness of the house.

"Fucking Argents."

Noelle nodded, as she herself had come to that conclusion. Hunters like to use whatever they could as an advantage.

"I know what Scott's agenda is." Derek shoved off the door frame and moved towards her. He watched her stiffen, eyeing him warily as he got closer to her. " I have no clue what yours is little wolf."

Noelle knew that this moment would come about with Derek. She knew she wasn't getting aware on her own when it came to the Alpha, and she needed the Alpha. She needed him to keep killing, to make himself a bigger problem so that the one hunter she wanted in particular would make his way down to Beacon Hills.

She wanted Gerard Argent. After all, everything in the Argent family started and ended with Gerard.

"I don't care what you do with Alpha. I want the hunters, one in particular. The Alpha will flush him out. He's proven to be to big of a problem for Chris Argent, there is only a matter of time before he comes here to end it." Noelle said watching Derek's face as he digested what she was telling him. She needed to be smart, tell him enough of the truth to satisfy him and steer clear of anything like her being related to the Argent's that would make him want to snap her neck. He needed to trust her as much as Derek could trust anyone. " If you want to kill him, I'll help you do it. You want to trap him, I'll help. All I ask is that you share information, include me in your little investigation."

"Your asking, not calling in the favour I owe you." Derek stated as he shifted closer to her. Pinning her between him and the rail. He felt the heat from her body, even though they didn't touch. He could taste a bit of fear now, but also a bit of arousal from her as well. He leaned down and into her personal space. His lips inches from her ear as he spoke softly. "Why?"

Noelle knew what he was doing. Measuring each word she spoke, for a lie. She chose her words carefully." You would share more willingly then under a debt. If you choose not to play nice, then I could go out of my way and make if more difficult for you and Scott. We can help each other."

"What do you want with the hunters?" He had his own issue with them, centred directly on Kate Argent. He knew what she did, and he meant to pay her back in kind when he got the chance.

"See this scar." Noelle directed his attention to one of her most prominent scar, the one Kate gave her with the tapping of her finger beneath her ear. "One of the few things I'd like to pay back."

Derek heard no change in her heart beat, smelled no lie. He nodded and moved his body back an inch. She would be more useful then Scott, she knew more about the way werewolf's worked and would be able to help him piece together the things that didn't make sense to him. Scott was still useful to him in the sense he was the last connection to the Alpha Derek had, and he would honour his agreement to Scott to help him gain control. Noelle would be able to help with that as she understood Scott's control issue more then he. As she was bitten, same as Scott and would have struggled with the same control issues that Derek would have learned earlier, faster and easier being a hereditary wolf.

"Come here tomorrow, early." was all Derek said before returning to his bedroom and leaving her in the hall way.

Noelle said nothing before making her way down the stairs. She was almost out the door before she heard him practically whisper.

"Don't get pissy when your wolf decides to fuck me."

Mother fucker. Of course he knew her wolf wanted him. And of course he was a bastard enough to say it.

And her wolf was just enough of a slut to get wet at the sound of him saying it.

Derek watched her run off into the woods, enjoying the way her body moved under the half moon. He stayed by the window, till he couldn't see her darting through the trees any more. Before she stepped off his front porch, he had smelled her desire. Working with that little wolf was going to be more interesting then teaching Scott.

He couldn't tell if he was more horny now, knowing apart of her wanted him as bad as he wanted her or before when he just wanted her.


Derek drank the coffee that Noelle had brought for him this morning when she showed up. He had already finished the two bagels he had fished out of the bag she had carried with her. They left her truck at his house, and drove back into town in his car.

He preferred to be in control. It was a dominate thing. It didn't bother her one bit and she apparently felt comfortable enough to kick off her boots and sit in the passenger seat with her feet on his dash board, dipping part of her bagel into her tea.

"Feet off." he said casting her a look.

"Hey, I brought you coffee and food." Noelle pointed out turned her head from looking out the window to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "You should be nicer."

"This is me nice." he growled as he watched her pink tongue dart out to like a bead of liquid off her lips. His dick went hard, and it made him shift in his seat to hide it. He wanted her tongue to lick something different. " If you were Stiles, you'd all ready be bleeding."

"If I was Stiles I would have already peed myself from one of your ferocious glares. Cause you know, you are the big bag wolf."

Derek laughed and slowed down as they entered Beacon Hills town limits. "He is easy to scare."

"And you enjoy it." Noelle moved her feet of his dash board, ignoring the urge to bug him further. She shifted in the leather seat before sitting her cup of tea in the cup holder. She jammed a bit more of the bagel into her mouth before speaking again." Speaking of Stiles, I asked him to find out what Lydia Martin knows about the murder last night."

"Asked or told?" Derek wanted to know before shaking his head. "Doesn't matter, she won't know anything. She was outside."

"Her car was parked right beside the broken window. She would have seen him exiting the store." Noelle argued rolling her eyes. Dominate males were a pain the ass, no one else was right in their mind. "Besides, if she doesn't then it's not like you went out of your busy schedule to put the fear of the unholy in her to get her talk. Stiles would be the only one who wasted his time. But I doubt he would think of it like that."

"Fine. But I know Jackson will be the only one with anything interesting to say."

Idiot.

It took Derek another ten minutes to pull up and part on the street where the high school was. They exited the car and made their way to the high school. Jackson would be in the locker room soon, after his gym class. Derek wanted to confront him there before Jackson was surrounded by his peers.

They had talked more that morning at Derek's house. Sharing what little information that they both had, and then track Jackson down at the school. Lydia was taking a sick day it seemed. They found Jackson in the boys locker room after gym class had let out. He had made the mistake of lingering in the foul smelling room longer then any of his classmates.

The room was quiet, and the steam from the locker room showers hung heavy in the air. It smell of boy stank, sweat and dirty socks, Noelle held back a sneeze as she cut away from Derek, going around the row of lockers Jackson was standing at. He was a tall boy, physically fit and he had a face that Noelle was sure other people thought was good looking. She found it hard to get past the arrogance, entitlement and general shitty attitude.

It took Jackson a moment to make out the face in the steam as it approached him. The marks on the back of his neck tingled like it did the night before when that thing touched him, and Jackson knew right then that the guy that put them there wasn't all to human just like that thing from last night wasn't. He was scared, and he tried hard to meet the guy's eyes as he approached him.

"I swear I don't know where Scott McCall is."Jackson told Derek, fear leaking out of him. He was pressed against the lockers, with a towel wrapped around his waist, shaking in fear from the very sight of Derek.

"We're not here for Scott." Derek said moving closer to Jackson. His voice was controlled, firm and hard. Aggression radiated off him, and Noelle had to focus hard on Jackson to ignore it." We're here for you."

She moved into Jackson's focus, watching as his eyes widen as he took in her appearance. She wore a smirk on her face, as she leaned against the locker beside him effectively cutting off any escape route he may have planned. Between the scar and the natural feeling of a predator that a werewolf gave out, she was just a scary as big, bad Derek.

"Hello puppet." Noelle reached out and ran her finger down from under Jackson's eye, over his predominate cheek bone, down his neck and further down his arm. Derek wanted him scared, and Noelle didn't have a problem with that. Jackson was shaking, pulse thumping and his fear was escalating. "Just got a couple questions to ask you. Play along nicely, will you?"

"Why, why me?" Jackson stammered. " I didn't do anything."

"No but you saw something, didn't you." Derek advanced closer to Jackson, and Noelle was surprised Jackson didn't piss himself in fear. She may joke and call him the big bag wolf, but when Derek threw around his dominance even the poor humans felt it.

"No. I didn't see anything." Jackson said, he couldn't keep the terror out of his voice. He looked wildly back and forth between Noelle and Derek. His eyes darting between the both of them. He felt closed it, trapped and he didn't like it.

"What was it? An animal? A mountain lion?" Derek questioned further as Noelle watched for signs of a lie from Jackson.

"I didn't see anything. I swear I'm not lying." Jackson pleaded, his mouth finding it harder with every step Derek took closer to him. He was so caught up in watching Derek he had forgotten about Noelle. In till she reminded him of her presents.

Jackson's thick hair felt slippery and wet in her fingers and she clutched a handful. She pulled his head forward by his hair and pushed it back hard into the locker. She watched his face fill with pain. She released him and tucked her hand into her pocket.

"Oh Jackson. If I were you I would calm down and say it again." Derek warned his eyes darting out to look at Noelle. "She's not very patient."

"Say what, that I'm not lying?" Jackson asked shrinking back with fear from Noelle. The pain in his head was deafening and the last time he had felt this much pain was when he got hit by Dwight Barker from St. Mary's high school last year in lacrosse.

"Say you didn't see anything. Slowly." Derek ordered, as he watch Noelle move closer to Jackson.

"I didn't see anything. I am not lying." Jackson pronounced each word carefully, and slowly like asked. He stared right into Derek's eyes because he figured if the red head bitch was going to hurt him, he'd rather not see it coming.

Noelle cast a look a Derek." No lie. But I don't think you are asking him the right questions."

"No, by all means have a crack at him." Derek motioned forward with his hand.

"What did you hear?" Noelle asked pressing into Jackson who moved further away from her and back himself into a corner. "Did you hear growling perhaps? Hear claws on tile?"

"Growling yes, from the back but when I heard it I was already backing up from the dead body. I hid behind a shelf of videos."

"And then what?" prompted Noelle. She had heard this before when Jackson gave his statement to the police last night.

"I don't know what happened but the shelf's started to fall. I was trapped under one when the police found me."

"What happened during the time the shelf fell and the cops showed up?" Derek asked earning a glare from Noelle. He glared back.

Jackson was silent for a moment and Noelle moved forward suddenly causing whatever Jackson was holding back to spill out of his mouth." It touched me. When it past me on the way to the front of the store. I swear I could feel it's claw or something against the back of my neck. But I didn't see anything, I was looking at the ground. I swear. I didn't lie to you."

Noelle's hand shot forward to fast for Jackson to block and she reefed his head forward again by his hair. She noted four marks an inch long each in a straight line down the back of his neck, along his spine. They were old, red and healing like shit.

There was no possible way that the Alpha marked him. She thrust his head back and turned around and walked out of the locker room leaving Derek and Jackson along in the locker room together.

Derek caught up to her moments later, both walking at a brisk pace out of the school. Neither looked like they were high school students and there were enough teachers still around for Derek's own high school days to recognized him. His face was well publicized thanks to Stiles and Scott's murder accusation regarding the death of his sister, Laura.

"There were claw marks on the back of his neck." Noelle told Derek as they exited the school and made their way back to the Camaro. There were only four werewolf's in Beacon Hills and surrounding area. One Alpha, two beta's and one Omega. It didn't make sense for either of the Beta's to mark Jackson. It wouldn't benefit either Derek or Scott. Jackson had no reason to hide if had had another encounter with the Alpha or as the town was calling it, a wild mountain lion. And she sure as shit didn't mark him.

It didn't make sense. Those were definitely werewolf claw marks.

Derek didn't speak in till they had cleared the school grounds. He was waiting to speak in till they got into his car but when her hand shot out and grabbed his arm he stopped walking. He didn't lie to Jackson when he said she wasn't patient.

"Are you listening to me?" Noelle asked squeezing hard on his arm before he pulled it from her grasp. "There were old half healed claw marks on Jackson's neck."

"You did good in there." Derek told her as he started walking again. He reached the Camaro and opened the car door. He slid into the leather seats, close his door and waited for her to get in.

"I know I did. Good wolf, bad wolf not a hard thing to follow." Noelle tossed back as she wretched open the passenger side door and slid into the car. She looked over at Derek and reached out to grab the keys as he tried to start the car. She snatched the keys from his hand and earned herself a growl from him. "What do you have to say about the mark on his neck."

"Nothing, since I put it there." Derek replied swinging his arm out to attempt to snatch the keys from her hand. He missed and he readjusted the way he sat in the car to allow him more room to get the keys from her. "Give them back, little wolf."

"You marked that idiot back there?" Noelle jerked her hand back holding ring of keys back behind her head away from his out stretched arm. She swung her legs up onto the seat and used them as buffer to keep his arms away from her hands. " What the hell did you do that for?"

Derek felt her boot hit his chest and push him back against his door with a thud. Little wolf was going to regret playing this game with him." It was by accident. I couldn't control my self with the wolfs bane in my system. I was looking for Scott and he provoked my aggression."

Derek grabbed her calf and pulled. She practically ended up straddling his lap in the drivers seat before he let go of her leg. One hand was on her hips holding her down onto him as the other tried to pull the set of keys out of her fingers. He realized his mistake by bringing her over to side of the car almost immediately. The more he tried to take the keys from her the more she shifted and moved, grinding herself onto his semi hard erection. He was having a hard time resisting the urge to thrust up into her.

Noelle was having fun. She had always enjoyed the cat and mouse game she and her brother played when they were children. Playing with Derek had a slightly different feel to it, but she liked it none the less. And it wasn't in till she felt herself get wet that she realized the reaction her little game was having on both Derek and her. They were so close together, faces inches apart, so close she could feel his hot breath on her face. Their bodies moving into each other, giving in just a little bit to the desire they both wanted to deny.

Derek caught Noelle eyes, and held them there. He stopped reaching for the keys and she leaned forward just a fraction of an inch closer to him. They were still for a moment, the only sound in the car was their collective breathing.

Noelle didn't know if it was him or her that made the first move. One minute she was staring into his eyes and the next she was plaster against him, his mouth pressed to hers. She dropped the keys, didn't even register doing it. Didn't know or care where they landed. Her hands were fisted in his hair, and his lips were hot on hers, his teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as he continued to kiss her.

He heard her moan as he sucked, bit and licked his way down her neck to the hollow between her neck and shoulder. He bit the flesh at the base of her neck, the suck on the harassed flesh. Derek thrust upwards into her, feeling her grind downwards onto his hard dick. His hands were pulling and tugging on her leather jacket, he wanted it off. He wanted to feel her skin against his hands.

Noelle was surprised how excited she was when Derek bit her. She liked it. She wanted more. She pulled her hand free from his hand and helped him remove her jacket, tossing it to the side on the passenger seat. She pulled his head from her neck with her hands on both side of his face and kissed hard. She was greedy, as his tongue darted into her mouth, she sucked hard on it causing him to moan. The sound was so sweet to her ears she wanted Derek to do it again.

Derek reached down and pulled on the lever to lay the back of the seat further down giving them more room to manoeuvre in the small car. His hands returned to exploring her body as they swept under her shirt touching the skin along her back. He could feel her scars, raised above the rest of her smooth skin. He traced them, only feeling sadness for her pain for a moment before the need to give her satisfaction rode over it like a train rolling down the track. One hand moved to her front of her jeans and snapped the button out of the hole with experience fingers. Her jeans were tight and his hand was big, so it took a few moments to pull and stretch the material before he finally used both hands to pull it over her hips. He rubbed her pussy through her wet panties, feeling her wetness coat his fingers.

She was throbbing, rubbing herself shamelessly into his hand. Noelle needed him to do something to relieve the pressure she felt building inside her. Her clit was achy and her pussy was so slick with need, she was so close to begging him for it. When his fingers pushed aside her panties, and he sunk one glorious long finger inside her she through her back and whimpered. It felt so fucking good. She didn't know it could feel this good.

Derek watched Noelle's face as he pumped his finger into tight, wet pussy in short strokes, her jeans didn't allow him for more room to go deeper in her. Her eyes were close, her mouth parted half way and her breath was coming in fast intakes. She pushed down onto his finger as often as he pushed into her. He added a second finger and felt her stretch to accommodate him.

"Yes." Noelle moaned out, tilted her head down and started at him with glowing orange eyes. He was making her feel so good, she never wanted him to stop. Leaning down she nipped at his lips before he started to kiss her again. Her hands reached out to grasp the seat behind his shoulders, giving her balance as she moved with his fingers. She didn't even register when her claws came out and sunk deep into the expensive leather.

Derek was less concerned with getting his own needs full filled as seeing Noelle with her face filled with desire, eyes looking at him with half wild and the smell of her arousal making him want to see her come even more then trying to seek his own orgasm.

"Come for me little wolf." Derek all by whispered into her mouth as his increased the speed of his strokes with his fingers and brought his other hand around to the front of her body. His fingers were splay across her belly while his thumb rubbed her clit in circles causing her to jerk away from his mouth.

"Oh, oh." she panted his mouth on her neck, biting and licking down to the sweet spot he found earlier. The pressure was building, and she could feel her orgasm bearing down on her. Her breathing sped up and she knew somewhere in her head that she was getting louder. "Harder. Please."

Derek smiled into her neck, moving his fingers harder and faster into her. He rubbed his thumb fast on her clit, and looked up in time to watch her fall apart as her orgasm hit her. She rode it out on his fingers with his urging. "That's it, fuck my fingers. Come for me, come on my fingers. I want to taste you on them."

For Noelle, the world slowed down for a few seconds during her orgasm. It was like nothing existed but her and Derek. She let the orgasm roll through her and when it was down she pulled away from him a bit. He slowed his moments and finally stopped them. They just sat there for a moment, his fingers still buried inside her and her eyes closed head tilted back.

When she opened her eyes and looked at Derek, he knew his wild little wolf was gone. Her eyes were wide, and the reality of what had just happened was all over her face. She pushed his arm down and he pulled his fingers out of her.

Noelle pulled her panties up, covering herself from his eyes and pushed off him in a hurry. It was board daylight, practically across from the fucking high school and she let him finger bang her till she came. Leaning back into the leather seat, she pulled her jeans up in a rush.

While she was pulling up her pants, Derek couldn't resist putting his fingers in his mouth. He wasn't lying when he said he wanted to to taste her. And once he did, he wished it was still a mystery. She tasted sweet, and he wanted more.

Noelle said nothing as he flipped his seat back up and scoped the keys up from the floor. He started the car and pulled out of the parking spot. The windows were fogged up from their heavy breathing and he put them down while he ran the wipers.

They drove in silence back to his house, neither knowing what to say. Noelle was still surprised at her own actions, and Derek didn't know what to say that wouldn't make her run.

He pulled up beside her truck and she was out of the car before he had it in park. Before she made it inside her truck he had to say something.

"Noelle." Derek called out, watching her stop and turn back to him. He caught her eye, smiled as he told her the only thing he could think of to say." You taste really good."

Her face flushed at his confession, and she found her self at a loss for words. She didn't understand the feeling that rose in her belly when she saw him, smelled his scent or the fire that she felt when he touched her in places she thought of as dead.

Nor could she explain her own ache to touch him, feel his skin against hers, to taste him.

Noelle did the only thing she could think of. She fled.

Derek watched the little wolf cast one last look over her shoulder as she practically sent gravel spitting up at him in her haste to put as much distance between him and her. Her wide eyes and flush face affected him almost as much as her tantalizing scent that linger in the air, on his finger tips and in his mouth.

He licked his lips, savouring the sweet taste of her as he walked into the charred shell of a house that he once knew.