Chapter 9: Road Trip
Scott's POV
Glancing over, I take in the figure next to me. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his emotionless face sets me on edge. He does not look happy. I'm in so much trouble. It's bad enough I can feel the disappointment coming off of him in waves. I don't want to see it as well. Sighing, my shoulders slump over as my head bows down while my eyes cast downward not wanting to see anything. After an hour of driving, I start wondering where we're going. He said he had to see his contacts, whatever that means … he doesn't seem like the social type … he's too closed off … keeping everyone at a distance … never dropping his guard … I wonder who these contacts are … Are they allies, friends? Psh. Yeah right, friends … "So where exactly are we going," I curiously ask him. The car is silent for a moment before his voice breaks through.
"A place about 2 hours away from here," he replies with aggravation on his voice. Um, okay, way to avoid the question. I mean, seriously, who does that?
"Oh, okay, what are we going to be doing there," he lets out a huff at my question.
"I already told you, I need to talk to some of my contacts," irritation seeping into his voice. Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. Well, this shouldn't surprise me. He's never one for long answers.
"I know that but why," I push forward. Hey, if I'm stuck here for the ride I have a right to know exactly what's going on. Hearing him inhale a deep breath, I know he's fighting the urge to flip out on me.
"I need to talk to them … about you. I am a werewolf from birth so I have always been taught control. You, on the other hand, were bitten, which complicates things. I'm just going to find out some information about the best way to teach you. Hell, that's even if I can teach you," he quickly explains to me. I nod my head at him letting him know that I understand, even though I clearly don't.
What does he mean that he might not be able to teach me? I mean if he can't teach me, then what? I'm fucked, that's what! The sounds of the car start agitating me as the silence becomes uncomfortable. My eyes dart around the car trying to focus on something, anything.
Not finding anything to hold my interest, I look out the window leaning my head against the glass. Darkness, trees, and road are all I can make out as we pass by. Oh my god, can this be any more boring. Fine then, if he doesn't want to talk, I'll just keep myself busy. I turn around in my seat reaching behind Derek's to grab my bag. Ignoring Derek's questioning look, I unzip the front pocket and pull out my iPod. Turning back around, I hold up my hand to show Derek the reason for my actions. A look of understanding comes over his face as he flashes me a quick smirk before turning his attention back to the road. Putting my earphones in, I turn on my iPod as I close my eyes while trying to make sense of everything that happened. Plus, I desperately need a distraction from the ever growing pressure inside my dick, having blue balls is a bitch. Random thoughts enter my mind, making the music nothing but a whisper as I lean my head against the cold window once again.
So many questions … So many thoughts running through my mind. I can't seem to stop the randomness from occurring. It swirls around, this constant nagging feeling of horror. I'm a monster, yet no one sees me. Everyone thinks this is a game. Well, they aren't the ones that almost took a life ... fucking bastards. They're not the ones that almost shed an innocent's blood just satisfy this unquenchable hunger that never disappears. I try to ignore … try to pretend that it's not there … but it is … it grows with each passing day. These urges intensify until I become weak … and allow it to take over. I can't talk to Stiles, he doesn't understand. He only focuses on Derek as being a threat. Humph. Derek's no better … he only cares about not exposing our kind … he isn't even sure if he can train me. He doesn't understand. He was never normal. He was never bitten. He doesn't understand what I'm going through.
To Derek, his wolf and he are one in the same. To me, my wolf is a monster that ravages everything it touches. I know that it's just me. I can't depend on anyone else. Sometimes the weight of my new reality suffocates me, strangles me, and squeezes my chest cutting off my air. Constricting my lungs, this feeling of isolation is numbing … it only leaves this rage. Because no matter how much I reach out … I can no longer connect with anyone. I am alone … because deep down inside within my depths in the darkest corners of my soul … I know what I am. Derek and Stiles give me false hope saying that the beast can be controlled. But there's no guarantee. This beast watches and waits until I'm at my weakest … to push its way through, violently if necessary.
Yet again, I look at the man next to me driving. He focuses on the road in front of him. He hasn't said anything. He hasn't tried to "reach out" to me. No comfort. I guess he's giving me a chance to comprehend what has happened ... comprehend the words that were just spoken. But really, what is there to comprehend? I lost control, again. I don't know what he wants from me. He acts like this silence is comforting and reassuring but in reality it is smothering and suffocating. The air is thick with tension as the uncomfortable silence turns deafening. This churning in my stomach … this burning in my veins, the sound of blood pumping drowns out the music. An unsettling feeling causes my arm and neck hairs to stand on edge causing me to pull the earphones out and place my iPod in the cup holder next to me.
Taking shallow breaths, I grip onto the seat, fingers digging into the leather enough to crease it but not enough to break it. Sweat forms on my head dripping down my body. Derek looks over at my hands gripping his seat with a raised eyebrow as if asking what the hell is wrong with me. Not trusting my voice, I force a small smile while shaking my head. I release the seat, suddenly, everything around me starts spinning. The tight knot in my stomach tells me that I am far from okay. Oh God, I need to get out of here. "Derek! Stop the car," I yell in a panicky voice. He looks over at me with a questioning what the fuck look on his face.
"Scott, calm down," he huffs out in a monotone voice as he rolls his eyes at my "little bitch" moment. What the fuck … calm down? Do I look okay? I squeeze my eyes shut in a desperate attempt to calm down but I soon realize that is a mistake. Images of ravaging Courtney plague my mind. My heart thumps rapidly against my chest, the desire, the hunger, the want, the insatiable need. I feel clammy. Sweat drenches my shirt. My breathing comes out in short pants. Oh God.
"Derek! Stop the fucking car … I can't … I need," I manage to wheeze out. Concern briefly flashes in his eyes before angrily shaking his head at my behavior. Feeling the car slow down, I wrench the door open causing him to slam on the brakes. The momentum flings my body out of the seat. Pain. That's what I feel as my body hits the asphalt but it feels so good. My body continues taking abuse as it scrapes roughly against the unforgiving surface. Pain is replacing panic and I welcome it. I lay on the side of the road taking deep breaths … sucking up much needed air like a person that has been submerged under water for far too long. My eyes focus on a dark approaching figure with a familiar scowl on his face. Damn, he looks mad … fuck he looks really mad … shit.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK. WERE. YOU. THINKING," his eyes flashing with rage while annunciating each word slowly like he was talking to a small child. Propping myself onto my elbows, I slowly meet his gaze and immediately flinch from the intensity burning in his eyes.
"D-Derek, I-I'm sorry," I softly mutter out. "I just … I needed to get out of the car … needed to get away from my thoughts … Derek, I almost killed that girl and if you hadn't been there I would have … thank you … for stopping …," I trail off as my thoughts flutter back to our moment in the bedroom. Wait a minute how did he stop me without using violence like he normally does? He grabs my arm pulling me to my feet. "Derek, how did you stop me anyway? One minute we are staring each other down and the next minute we're kissing on the bed. I thought you said we would never-," I ask only to be cut off by him dragging me towards the car.
Once inside, he runs his hand through his hair before shifting into first gear. Wincing as a sharp pain runs up my spine, I shift in my seat trying to get comfortable. Glancing at me, he lets out a sigh. "I know what I said. And what I said still stands. What happened tonight isn't going to change that. It meant nothing," he curtly says with determination and resolution in his words. So it meant nothing. What am I saying? Of course it meant nothing. He doesn't want me.
"I know that but ..," he cuts me off before I finish my question.
"I used the mating bond to entice your wolf, making it willing to submit to its mate," he simply responds. Giving him a questioning look, I raise my eyebrow for him to explain. I mean damn does he think that his vague answers are enough. "Scott, listen up and pay attention because I am only going to say this once. When I came into the bedroom your wolf saw me as a threat instead of its mate. Taking off my jacket and shirt, distracted your wolf by making it curious at the sudden gesture. He recognized his mate and acted accordingly. I had to get your wolf to drop its guard before making you submit. Normally, I would have forced you into submission but I couldn't risk exposure so I used the mating bond to make you weak enough to submit," he shrugs his shoulders as if it's no big deal. I give him an are-you-fucking-kidding look. He rolls his eyes, "Scott, get some sleep. It's a long drive," he sternly suggests but his tone leaves no room for discussion. I give him a small nod. Leaning back against the seat, I drift off listening to the soothing sound of purring coming from the car's engine.
"Scott, wake up. We're here," I hear a voice say off in the distance. Groggily, I open my eyes taking in my surroundings. Letting my eyes adjust, I glance at the time. Damn, it's three in the morning. You've got to be kidding me. Hearing movement to my left, my eyes snap to the source of the noise only to find an impatient Derek sitting there with his signature scowl on his face. "Come on," he says while exiting the car. Okay, what's stuck up his ass? Shaking off the sleepiness, I grab my iPod and bag as I exit out of the car. Closing the door, I look around trying to find Derek. I notice a log cabin surrounded by woods with a lake off to the side. The moonlight reflects off the water's surface giving the area a peaceful vibe. Wow. This is beautiful. Taking a deep breath, I breathe in the cold night air. The smell of nature instantly fills my nose making my body relax. It feels like home. "Scott," his voice cuts through the night air. My head snaps to his direction and I quickly follow, breaking into a jog to catch up to him.
When I approach him, his body is leaning against the cabin with amusement in his eyes. He pushes off the wall and heads up the stairs onto the enclosed porch. Using his keys, he opens the door and walks inside while sending me a vibe to follow him. Walking into the cabin, I freeze, admiring the inside. WOW! To my right there is a huge open living room with a fireplace, a black leather sectional, and a 50 inch HDTV. To my left is the open country-style kitchen with an island coming off the wall. Cherry hardwood floors throughout the house. Hearing the door close behind me, I glance at Derek. He nods towards the stairs that are off to the side. Following the stairs with my eyes, I notice that the whole upstairs is open in a loft-type style. Damn, this is nice. "There are six bedrooms, four are occupied, the other one is off limits, leaving one open. So you can either share a room with me or you can sleep on the couch. Your choice," he quietly states as he walks up the stairs.
Hmm. Couch? Or share a room with Derek? I look over at the comfortable sofa. Shrugging my shoulders, I start making my way towards the couch. Suddenly, the realization hits me as I reach the living room. Wait, did he say that four bedrooms are full? He said he was meeting his contacts. Derek doesn't like humans, which means … ah shit! I'm in a house full of werewolves. Lovely! Quickly, I turn on my heel walking towards the stairs. Keep calm Scott. The last thing I need is to be surrounded by a bunch of werewolves all because I decide to have a freak out. Shaking my head, my grip tightens around my bag as I walk up the stairs. Not paying attention, I reach the top step only to bump into a hard body. What the-. I look up to find Derek with a knowing look on his face. Without saying a word, he turns around and starts walking down the hallway.
Suddenly, he stops in front of a bedroom door almost causing me to slam right into him. Jerk! As if sensing my thoughts, he turns his head giving me a cocky smirk. My eyes narrow on his causing a small chuckle to escape his mouth. It's not funny asshole. Tapping my foot, I raise my hand making a shooing motion, urging him to hurry. "Whatever," he snorts out as he turns around and opens the door. He turns on the light as he steps into the room. Following Derek into the room, I pause to take in the sight before me. Holy crap! My eyes bulge as shock runs through me. In the middle of the room is a California King-sized bed made of wood with a deep blue comforter covering silk blue sheets. There's a massive wooden dresser on the left wall with a 48 inch television mounted on the wall across from the bed. There are two doors off to the right side of the room. Damn! This room is freaking huge.
"The shower's through there and the closet is the door on the right. I'm going to use the bathroom down the hall," he states while walking to the dresser pulling out clothes. What the … he has clothes here? Hmm maybe he comes up here often. Nodding my head, I walk into the bathroom noticing the large Jacuzzi-type tub with a separate stand up shower complete with a bench. I turn on the water while stripping out of my clothes. I step into the shower letting the warm water cascade over my body as I lather soap over my skin. I lean against the wall enjoying the water massaging my muscles. Oh God, that feels so good. My body relaxes except for my lower region causing me to groan in frustration at my hardening member. My nuts feel heavy like bags filled with water. Blue balls suck ass. Closing my eyes, I try to ignore the discomfort by thinking about the sleeping arrangements. How is this going to work … I mean Derek … me … sharing a room. Well, one thing is for sure. One of us is sleeping on the floor while the other takes the bed because there is no way in hell that I'm sleeping in the same bed with him.
The thought of sharing a bed with Derek sends a chill through my spine which causes my body to involuntary shudder. His warm body pressing against mine, "Oh God," I breathlessly moan out. Opening my eyes, I notice my hand is slowly stroking my shaft while running my thumb over the tip. What the … FUCK IT. Closing my eyes again, I lean my head against the shower wall allowing myself to take my body into pure ecstasy. My strokes become faster as images of Derek body pushing me onto the bed, straddling me, and kissing me roughly flash into my mind. Oh fuck … this feels so good … aw shit … faster … harder. Tightening my grip around my cock, my hips thrust into my hand. My dick starts painfully throbbing, begging for release, as it nears its peak. Oh, come on. Damn it, I need this. It hurts so fucking bad that my low whimpers fill the room. Suddenly, the image of Derek biting my neck sends me over the edge. My hips jerk as cum spews out splashing onto the shower floor causing me to bite my lip in an attempt to muffle my moans. "Fuck," I quietly pant out, my voice husky.
Rinsing off, my shoulders slump forward as I let my body completely relax. I turn off the water. Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel my waist letting my body air dry as I stand there debating what I should wear to bed. I mean, I'm sharing a room with my asshole of a mate. Yeah, I have a mate but he doesn't want anything to do with me in that way. Isn't that some fucked up shit? I know I'm not gay, but still. Rejection hurts either way, asshole. Hmm. Going out there in nothing but boxers may not be the best idea. I pull my boxers on along with my low-hung pajama pants. I walk into the empty bedroom placing my bag in the closet. Grabbing a pillow, I decide to lie on the floor letting sleep take over me.
Derek's POV
That little shit. I can't believe he pulled that stunt in the car. What the hell was he thinking? I swear sometimes I just want to strangle him. While other times, I want to wrap my arms around him and let him know that everything is going to be alright. But I can't, because I won't. I won't let another person get close to me again. Have friends? Sure. But love? Nope, not going to happen. I will not allow myself to be blinded by my emotions, especially, when Scott is involved. He's young, reckless, and a pain in my ass. I approach my bedroom door to hear soft snoring coming from inside. Walking inside the bedroom with my boxers on, I spot Scott sleeping on the hardwood floor a few feet away from the bed. A smirk forms on my face as I stare at him. His slow breathing letting me know that he's asleep. He looks so peaceful. It doesn't surprise me that he's on the floor. He's a stubborn jackass. Oh well. Shrugging my shoulders, I open the window next to my bed allowing the sounds of nature to soothe me as I lay down on my bed.
Staring at the ceiling, random thoughts fill my mind. Fuck! What am I doing? I didn't want to bring him here. I'm trying to keep him out of my life and what do I end up doing? I bring him here … to my family's house … well, my house now. What the fuck was I thinking? Damn it! Hearing movement on the side, I glance over to the source of the sound. I see Scott's body shivering, clutching his body trying to get warm. Should I? I really should just leave him there. I mean it's not my problem that he's cold. I didn't tell him to sleep on the floor. Dumb ass. I guess there's no sense hiding it from Scott. Unfortunately, he'll find out more about my life. I just hope this wasn't a mistake bringing Scott here. There hasn't been anyone introduced to the pack since Connor and that was a couple of years ago. I wonder how they will react.
Losing my sister as Alpha was a big blow to the pack and it was just assumed that I would take the position of Alpha after her death but first I need to dispose of the son of a bitch that killed her. He won't get his hands on my pack … my family. Memories of my family and all the good times we had here flash in front of my eyes like watching a movie of my life before everything went to shit. Teeth chattering together break me out of my thoughts. I stare at his shaking body curled into a fetal position trying to keep warm causes me to let out a sigh. Damn it, Scott, you are a pain in my fucking ass. Shaking my head, I get out of bed to walk over to him.
Reaching his body, I crouch down placing my arm around his back and the other under his knees. Picking him up bridal style, I take him to the bed, gently lay him down on the mattress, and cover his shaking body with the blankets. Getting back into bed, I close my eyes only to feel movement next to me. Opening my eyes, I look over to Scott noticing that his body is still shaking. Shit. Really? What am I going to do with you? Groaning, I take a deep breath. I roll over, grab his waist, and bring his back flush against my chest without waking him up. Damn, he must be tired. Of course, he is … after everything that happened. Feeling the urge to comfort my mate, I place a kiss on the top of his head as my grip tightens around his waist. Soon, my body relaxes, my eyelids feel heavy, and my breathing slows as I fall asleep with my mate in my arms.
No nightmares. No haunting dreams about the past. No anything. Only sleep. I wake up as the morning sun shines into the room. Feeling a warm hard body next to mine while hearing soft rhythmic breathing almost lulls me back to sleep. A hard body? Someone breathing? What the … I try to move away from him only to find that my arm and legs are being trapped. I look over and see my arm is across his stomach. Scott's fingers intertwined with mine. Looking down, I see our legs tangled with each other. I mentally scold myself as I lay my head on the pillow. Shit! This is definitely not part of the plan. Stupid, Derek, just fucking stupid. I, carefully, untangle our bodies trying my hardest not to wake him. Sitting up on the bed, I look at Scott before running my hand over my face. Agitation fills me as I realize the hypocrisy of it all. First, I tell him that shit like this will not happen. Next, I'm kissing him. Then, I cuddle with him in bed. Fucking shit. This is bullshit. Grabbing a piece of paper, I write Scott a note before getting my shorts on and going out on my morning run.
Scott,
I left early this morning for my run. I'll be back after I'm done. My contacts don't know you're here. So stay in the bedroom until I come back.
Derek
Scott's POV
A sweet smell creeps up my nose causing my hips to grind against something soft and warm. The sounds of birds chirping fills my ears. I roll over only for my back to hit against something firm yet soft. What the … soft? The floor isn't soft. Opening my eyes, I realize that I'm on the bed. When did I get into the bed? The last thing I remember was falling asleep on the floor and trying to get warm. Oh, I see. He put me here. But, why? It's not like he gives a shit about me. Speaking of Derek, where is he? Propping myself on my elbows, I scan the room trying to find Derek only to find a piece of paper on the night-stand next to me. A snort comes out of my nose as I read the short letter. Yeah, like I'm really going to stay here waiting for him to come back. He has issues, if he thinks I'm going to miss out on food while he's gone. Fuck that. Crumpling the note, I throw it into the waste basket across the room. Yes! Score! That's right, I got mad skills.
I get up, make the bed, go to the bathroom, and get dressed into a dark blue shirt that clings to my muscles along with stone-washed blue jeans. Don't hate. I know I'm sexy. Opening the door, I make my way down stairs only to come to a stop as soon as my feet touch the bottom step. What the … I gulp a huge lump in my throat as I see four males sitting in the living room. Before I can blink, all four surround me. How the hell? Finally, realization dawns on me as growls and snarls fill the house causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand. Un-fucking believable! There's no way I can take on four werewolves. No, fucking way in hell. Without warning, a guy six-foot tall with brown shaggy hair roughly slams me into the wall letting out a deep territorial growl. Oh fuck … oh shit … this is not good … why couldn't I have just listened to Derek … FUCK ME!
