This right here is my disclaimer!
I moan, loudly, as Derek's mouth finds my neck. We've spent an hour rolling around my bed, fully clothed.
"Derek, I have to go to work." I whimper when his fingers dive under the hem of my tank top.
"Call in sick," he growls, moving his fingers up my stomach until they reach the bottom of my bra.
"Can't," I flip him back onto his back and peck him on the lips, once before climbing off the bed.
"Stay off the radar today, okay? I love you." At my words, Derek stands up and kisses me lightly.
"Yes, I'll stay out of sight. I love you too." When I look in the mirror, I curse.
"Look at this! I can't cover all these up!" Several purple hickeys with teethmarks inside of them cover my neck and disappear into my shirt. I can see some of them on my shoulder blades as well.
"I will never hear the end of this," I groan. He sets his hands on my sides and butterfly kisses my jawline.
"Just making sure everyone knows you're taken,"
"And if the sheriff sees this, he's going to know I've been sleeping with you!" I say with a growl. He moans and I stiffen.
"If you keep growling like that, MK, I don't think I can stop myself from throwing you back in your bed and making those marks look like baby steps." My heart hammers in my chest, stomach swooping.
I pull out of his grasp, kiss him on the cheek and walk out of my apartment. My car runs effortlessly now that it's been fixed, and I pull into the parking lot later than usual. As I'm crossing the parking lot, my mind drifts to the last two days; spent in bed with clothes on and off.
I stiffen at a familiar scent from a red Tahoe. I meet Kate's eyes, and pull my hair up so the bitch can see Derek's marks on me. Her eyes widen and her palm subconsciously touches her neck—remembering.
That's when I decide to keep walking; straight into the locker room. It's my free period. There's a banging sound and one of the showers turns on. Claws out, I follow the sound.
"Scott?" Stiles rounds the corner, and I motion him behind me when we find Scott.
"Stiles...I can't...I can't."
"Are you turning?" Stiles asks.
"No...I can't breathe," Scott gasps out. I push him to sit and crouch down beside him.
"Here," The human hands me his inhaler. It calms the other beta easily. I ruffle his hair as confusion rolls off of him in waves.
"I was having an asthma attack?"
"Panic attack," Stiles and I say in unison.
"How do you know that?" He asks Stiles. I stand up and wrap an arm loosely around his shoulders, kissing him on the temple.
"I got them really badly after my mom died."
I don't want to stay at school any longer by the end of the day. But, I don't go home, either. I go to the Argent's house, my ear pressed against the smooth glass.
"It's just the whole thing with Derek Hale the other night and Scott saying he didn't know him but I saw them together." Allison says. Shit. Now Scott's being roped in to this.
"Whoa, hold on. Wait. Back up. Scott knows Derek? Alleged killer, Derek? They're friends?"
"No. Not really. Or at least that's what he said."
"How about you tell me everything Scott said about Derek."
"What do you mean by 'everything'?"
"I mean everything."
By the time I reach the school to get my car keys, my office has been locked by Finstock.
"Shit." I grumble, jogging out to the lacrosse field in time to see Scott's elbow collide with Danny's helmet. I beat his teammates to him, seeing the blood on him. I have to curl my fingers into the dirt to keep from shifting at the coppery scent.
"McCall," I say, gritted teeth. He growls under his breath and I grab him by the upper arm to drag him out of view of the others. The teenager isn't afraid to shift around me. In fact, I have to pin both his wrists to his chest and knee him between the legs to calm him down.
"The hell is wrong with you?" I say sourly.
"Nothing."
"Liar. This isn't normal for you. I was here last full moon. You had control then, what's different now?"
"Allison broke up with me."
"Chill," I growl, "A break up is nothing compared to my adolescent life. If you keep losing it like this—you'll end up worse than I did."
"What could've been so bad for you?"
"I lost my best friend at fourteen, A miscarriage at fifteen, and at eighteen my husband killed himself because I wanted a divorce. Don't tell me about hard your life is."
"I don't care what you went through. This is my life. I deal with it." He snarls before walking away. Stupid kid. He's gonna get himself killed.
I unlock the door long enough to slip inside and re-lock it as I walk toward my office. Hands slide onto my hips as a familiar mouth meets mine. I groan, curling my fingers into the front of his shirt and kissing back fiercely.
"Derek, what are you doing here? I told you to stay inside." I breathe once we break apart.
"Maybe I missed you," he knocks my legs out from under me and pulls them around his waist. One of my wrists rests on top of the other as I loop my arms around his neck. My back presses into cold tile; the shower.
"I've been thinking about you all day," he growls, tongue plundering my mouth as his hands slide up the sides of my shirt. I moan, lacing my fingers into his dark hair.
A gasp flies from my lips as he reaches between us to pull the leggings down my legs.
"We can't do this at school!" My head tilts back as his mouth moves along my jaw.
"You locked the door, right? With Finstock's only key?"
"Yes,"
"Then no-one is going to walk in on us, MK." He growls. I give in. I reach down between us and unbuttoning his jeans. Derek's hips roll forward and I groan.
I sink my teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder.
"We seriously have to learn some self-control." I pant as I pull the leggings back up.
"We do have self-control." He says, "The full moon isn't having as big an effect on me as it normally does."
"We do not have control. Derek, we just had sex in the locker-room showers. That isn't control in any sense of the word."
Watching Derek fight is unlike anything else in the world. He lunges for Scott once he leaps on top of the car. My boyfriend tosses Scott down a hill leading to the woods. They roll and I follow, sprinting. My heart races.
Scott tries to fight back, punching. Derek is fully shifted when he turns the teen around, pinning his arm against his back.
"Scott, stop! Scott!" He growls. Scott looks up at me, and breaks free—coming after me. My Derek's eyes meet mine and he calms himself.
I growl, ready to fight. Derek steps in front of me and kicks the other beta into a tree.
"What's happening to me?" He asks, eyes wide. Derek's arm wraps low around my waist, keeping me tucked in his side.
"Exactly what he wants to happen," Derek replies smoothly. I shiver as he turns his head to brush his lips across mine.