Day four was a complete and total blur.

Which Stiles was completely and totally thankful for.

He woke up needier than he thought possible, cock throbbing so much he thought it'd break off and run away to take care of itself, slick soaking his thighs and sheets, hole wide and gaping and clenching damn near anything. Derek hadn't needed any prodding, waking up almost immediately after Stiles did and automatically rolling on top to slide inside and knot him.

A lot.

That's all Stiles really remembered, blurred flashes of thrusts and groans and pounds and growls. The sight of red eyes and red scratches, the pain of being empty and the relief of being filled, the joy of being knotted and tied to his Alpha, the scent of him filling his lungs and helping him breathe.

There were no details, not that he wanted any of them. What he remembered was bad enough. He didn't need to know exactly how wanton and needy and desperate he was acting.

But he had the knowledge of Derek taking care of him and giving him everything he needed and that was enough to last him for a lifetime.

It was pretty damn annoying being woken up by your arousal. It was even worse to know that by day five, Stiles was used to it.

He didn't hesitate to roll over and press his body along the side of Derek's, the werewolf still asleep on his back. He writhed against him, hard cock rubbing against his thigh, smearing precome all over his skin.

"Dereeek," he whined, nuzzling his nose into the guy's neck and scratching at his torso with blunt nails.

The Alpha slowly woke up with a groan, still half-asleep when he looked down at the younger man. Dark circles now lay under his eyes, hair a ruffled mess, beard untrimmed and untidied. He looked rough, like he hadn't gotten much sleep over the past few days but had still been busy putting his body through a lot of physical motions.

Which really, he had been.

A wave of guilt washed over Stiles at the knowledge that he'd done that to Derek, that he was responsible for his sleepy, messy state, that he had it worse because he'd been the one pounding and thrusting and knotting, while Stiles just had to lay there and take it. Hell, the Omega could fall asleep while being knotted, get a few extra minutes of shut eye that way. He wasn't entirely sure if the same went for the older man, considering the mini-orgasms and tremors that wracked his body while knotting someone.

The thought of Derek's knot had his arousal kicking guilt in the face and shoving it aside, reminding Stiles that it was the most important thing at that moment. He mentally apologized to the Alpha and promised himself to get him a nice gift, maybe take him out to dinner or something.

His hips rolled against the other man's side, grinding into him, a fresh spurt of slick leaking out his gaping hole. Thanks to his arousal and the number of times he'd been fucked over the past couple days, it was still open, unable to fully close. Convenient, but also weird as hell, especially considering the lack of sheet covering them—no point since Stiles still felt like he was running at about five hundred degrees, a nice change from the thousand he was at yesterday, and they were just gonna have sex again anyway so the sheet would keep constantly getting in the way—and the cool air hitting his insides.

Weird as hell.

Derek liked his lips, lids halfway down his eyes in fatigue. But despite his mental tiredness, his body was fully awake, instincts picking up on the Omega's fake fertile scent and driving him with the overpowering need to mate and breed, causing his body to get ready for it, even if he wasn't entirely awake or ready for it.

"Again?" he croaked out, voice rough from sex and sleep and not enough sleep.

Stiles felt his guilt come creeping back, a background emotion to the arousal currently running the show and controlling his every move. He nodded, looked up at the older man with apologetic eyes, hips still moving as he pleaded. "Please."

Derek nodded before hooking his arms under his armpits and hauling the younger man on top of him. If nothing else, Stiles had discovered a kink for being manhandled and hoped his next partner and his future mate was as strong as the werewolf he was straddling.

The thought that Derek soon wasn't gonna be his anymore made his heart clench in his tight, but the hurt was easily hidden by his overwhelming need to be filled.

"C'mon, li'l Omega," Derek urged, hands sliding up his thighs and cupping his ass. "Ride your Alpha."

The words brought a smile to the younger man's face, allowing him to shove aside any sadness about how their time was running out. Rising up to his knees, he held Derek's dick by the base, thumb rubbing the gland where his knot would form as he lined it up with his hole. The Alpha spread his cheeks and held them open as he slowly sank down, being filled by the other man's cock and making them both groan.

Stiles didn't wait, didn't need to adjust anymore, just rose back up until he felt the head tug at his stretched rim then sank back down. He repeated the actions, movements shaky from out of control hormones and inexperience, his lack of knowledge making him slightly unsure of his motions.

Large hands held his hips, helping guide him and making his movements more steady, more sure. The Alpha's lips parted, harsh gasps leaving him as he stared up in wonder with green eyes that were flickering red.

"So good, Stiles," he praised, fingers flexing their grip.

The teenager whimpered in pleasure, biting at his bottom lip, grabbing at a muscular forearm. "Knot me," he requested in a thready voice, wide eyes begging. He didn't feel as desperate as he had over the past couple days, but still had a clawing desire to be knotted, still felt an overwhelming need to be tied to the man below him.

"I will, baby," Derek promised. "Get me there."

Stiles nodded, determined, speeding up his motions and slamming himself down on the other man's cock. High pitched whines were forced through his gaping mouth every time he was filled, his head tilting back in pleasure and he found himself desperately wanting the other man to mark him up with bites and hickeys and beard burn the way he had every other time they fucked.

"There you go," Derek praised with a smirk before breathing out a swear. "You're doing so good, baby."

"Feels good," the Omega gasped out, tilting his head down to see the older man's eyes locked onto where he was entering him. He found himself wanting to watch, too, wanting to see Derek repeatedly filling him, stretching him wide over his cock and knot, but settled for just feeling it.

Not that that was a bad thing, given how incredible it was and how he felt himself getting closer to coming. God, sex was awesome. Why didn't people have sex all the time? He totally would if Derek was the one fucking him.

"Wanna be fucked by you forever."

The Alpha smirked wider, face soon contorting at one particularly brutal slam down. "Shit, I wanna fuck you forever," he admitted in a rush, hands grabbing at the younger man's ass.

Stiles grinned widely, leaning forward and bracing his hands on flat pecs, shifting the angle at which he was being entered. Derek's cock now grazed against his prostate with every thrust and he was vaguely aware of his claws extending, standing out against the Alpha's chest.

The older man titled his head back on a groan and the teenager didn't hesitate to lean further forward and sink his teeth into the newly presented flesh. Derek growled deep in his chest, the sound more pleasure-filled than angry or intimidating, and the Omega took it as a sign to nip where he could, biting at his neck, throat, and collarbone. He felt the other man's knot start to expand, stretching his rim, growing faster than usual at Stiles' ministrations until he could no longer move up and down his length.

Sitting up, he started moving his hips in grinding circles, aided by the Alpha's hands on his hips, eyes locked onto glowing red orbs.

"Getting close," Derek practically whimpered, muscles tensing up as he held his orgasm off. "You gonna come soon, babe?"

Stiles nodded, his own body tightening up, base of his spine tingling as his orgasm drew near. He shifted slightly so the knot was right up against his prostate, making him cry out in pleasure as the swollen gland massaged the bundle of nerves. "Oh fuck, almost," he panted, head falling back and eyes drifting closed. "Almost."

Hands rubbed up and down his thighs before claws lightly scratched at the sensitive skin, the right amount of pain to still be pleasurable. "C'mon," Derek urged, tone a gentle command through gritted teeth. "Mark your Alpha."

The words and the rumbling growl that followed did their job, Stiles' orgasm hitting him in a rush. Pleasure radiated all over, his eyes bursting open as he yelled out the other man's name, head tilting down to see thick ropes of come spurting out his cock and painting the Alpha's chest. Derek moaned in pleasure, his grip tightening on the younger man's thighs as he spilled inside him, dick pulsing.

"Ah shit," the older man groaned, face contorting in pleasure, eyes screwed shut while his body trembled. His face was flush, skin shiny with sweat, long lashes clumped together as they fanned over his cheekbones, hair messy and sticking to his forehead. And Stiles had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

Derek moved so he was sitting up, slumped back against the pillows and headboard, arms wrapping around the younger man. Stiles pretty much collapsed on him, hands on his shoulder blades, head on his shoulder, only then realizing his own body was shivering.

A low whimper hit his ear, the Alpha shuddering as another minor orgasm hit him, whiskered cheek rubbing against whatever skin it could reach. Stiles kissed at his shoulder, then at a bite mark on his neck, causing another tremor to race through Derek, more come filling his hole and making him feel wetter than ever.

It was as though Derek's orgasm and the subsequent mini-ones while knotting were more powerful than the others and Stiles found himself struggling to figure out why. Only to realize that he'd been on top. As far as he knew, Derek had been on top of him for every round of sex they'd engaged in throughout his heat, Alpha nature making him more dominant and preferring to hold his partner down. Yet Derek had submitted to Stiles, had let the Omega take charge, control the tempo, let him bite and mark him. He wondered if the older man had ever let his other heat partners do that, remembering how Scott had told him that Derek ended things with his previous two girlfriends right after his heat had ended. He further remembered Derek's insistences that Stiles enjoy his heat and not do something he wasn't comfortable with, leading the Omega to believe he was speaking from some sorta personal experience. Stiles wondered if it was due to the same submitting thing, if he realized he hated it and regretted it and didn't wanna be with someone who was into that.

And damn if he didn't want the answers to that.

"Hey Der?" he prompted cautiously, getting a sleepy "mm?" in response. He hesitated, biting his bottom lip, not wanting to disturb the happy post-coitus bubble they were in and the enjoyable peace at being knotted. But being knotted meant they were tied together and Derek wouldn't be able to run away from the question. And if studies were true, then Alphas were even more agreeable post-orgasm and mid-knotting and unable to lie, their defenses weakened in the peace they felt while having their knot held tightly.

With a mental "fuck it", Stiles plowed ahead and asked anyway, figuring he had nothing to lose. "What did your previous heat partners do that you hated?"

The change in the larger man's body was immediately. He inhaled sharply, hands freezing where they'd been rubbing up and down Stiles' back, every muscle tensing up. The Omega lifted his head, seeing the other man's eyes shut tight, nostrils flaring as he breathed hard, trying to keep control of himself and his wolf, knowing he couldn't let go while they were tied together or else the teenager might get hurt.

Shit. Clearly didn't think of that.

Because it was a total possibility. As reluctant as he was to admit it, wolves were stronger than coyotes, and Alphas were stronger than Omegas, meaning Stiles lost in both categories and was at total risk of being harmed by the older man. Not that he thought Derek would do it, not after living with Rafael McCall and his abusive ways for several years. But accidents happened, especially when one's animal took over. They didn't care about who was who or what relation they were, only focusing on releasing their anger and asserting dominance in the only way they knew how: through violence.

Like Rafael McCall.

And if whatever Kate or Jennifer had done to Derek was that bad, then chances were he was angry about it, or at least pissed that Stiles had brought them up when he'd wanted to forget about them. And his wolf might feel the need to take over and show the nosy little coyote shit what happened they shoved their snouts in someone else's personal life.

Oh fuck.

"Sorry," he quickly apologized, hands gently laying on the Alpha's shoulders, mind wondering if he should move them, if the touch was welcomed. "You don't have to answer. My filter's working less than usual." He put a small smile on his face, hating how shaky it was and how his heart was racing.

At least his scent wasn't giving anything away. Other than "just had sex with Derek Hale-McCall".

"It's okay," the Alpha replied softly, quietly, eyes opening to reveal green orbs. "I wanna tell you."

Stiles hid his joy at those words, thinking it was more than a little inappropriate to be excited over a guy agreeing to share personal information with him. But he couldn't help it. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Derek, especially the private stuff that he didn't share with anyone else. Probably a little messed up but that's how it was. He already felt like they were kindred spirits of sorts, both knowing what it was like to lose a parent and the hardships that follow, especially when that parent was the same orientation as you. He wanted to find out if they had more in common, part of him wanting to use it as proof that they were meant for more than just that week.

But instead of voicing any of that or giving away hints of it with his scent, he simply settled into a comfortable position—as much as he could, given the knot still holding him on Derek's cock—and fell silent, expression grave to show he was serious and knew this was a heavy topic and was behaving in an appropriate way.

He could totally do calm and mature. It was just a little harder for him than it was for most folks, that's all.

"Jennifer wanted to start a family," Derek began, tone flat but muscles tense. Stiles rubbed at his shoulders and felt some of the tension slip out, the action seeming to help in some way. "She played on my breeding instinct and being so out of my mind with heat, and she got me to agree to impregnate her."

The Omega's brow furrowed, his own muscles tightening a minute amount, not happy with some other person trying to start a family with his Alpha.

Not that Derek actually was his, or had been back then. It was just for the week and he knew that. His coyote, on the other hand, didn't quite see it that way and was agitated, hackles slightly raised as it grumbled lowly.

"Don't get me wrong," Derek added. "I want pups, just sometime in the future when I'm Mated and settled and in the right place."

The teenager nodded in understanding, that being his plan, too. He was planning on attending Stanford in the fall, getting his degree, then worrying about getting Mated after that. Kids weren't in the five-year plan—although they were a loose possibility in his ten-year one—and he was glad his heat had been spent with a guy so he wouldn't have to worry about any unexpected pregnancies.

He mentally shuddered at that, feeling like an ass but really, he was eighteen. Pups were not a thing he wanted anytime soon.

"Luckily I was able to talk her into that Plan-B pill, ya know?" Derek continued before seesawing his head. "Well, my mom helped a lot with that, but point was she took it."

"You're a lot more calm and mature about it than I'd be," Stiles commented in awe, corner of his lips tugging up in a small smile. "She was essentially taking away your future and your happiness and your chance to find your mate."

The Alpha shrugged like it wasn't a big deal and Stiles only just managed to hold back a "bullshit". Because werewolves—most of 'em at least—had a deep, profound sense of honor and loyalty. Had Jennifer gotten her way and gotten knocked up with Derek's pup, then he would've done the right thing and Mated her to help raise the child together. It wouldn't have mattered that he didn't love her enough to spend the rest of his life with her, wouldn't have mattered that they weren't True Mates. Because that was his pup and he was gonna be there for it no matter what. It was just like when Rafael had finally been kicked out and Derek stepped in as Male Authority Figure and Role Model for Scott, because he felt like it was the right thing to do as his big bro. Being an actual biological father to a kid would make that need to guide them even stronger, especially with his Alpha and werewolf instincts telling him to protect and provide for what was his.

Had Stiles been in Derek's shoes, he'd be a million times more pissed than how the older man was acting, especially with an Alpha's more aggressive and easily angered nature.

"Yeah," Derek agreed on a sigh of sorts, seeming like he was dismissing the whole thing like it was a stain he'd gotten on an already ripped old shirt that he was planning on tossing anyway. "But like I said, I talked her out of it, made her realize how wrong it was and that I wasn't the right man to father her pups. Besides," he paused to shrug again, entire demeanor changing with his quieter, more reluctant tone. "Wasn't as bad as what Kate did before her."

Stiles felt his hackles rise, his coyote growling loud in his head at the mention of the female he'd never quite liked. He had no idea what exactly she had done but it couldn't be anything good. Because Derek had gone tense all over, his scent laced with disgust and shame and anger and humiliation, his head ducked down as though he couldn't look at the younger man anymore.

The Omega kept his claws sheathed, kept his own scent even and content, trying not to let his emotions get to be too much and his coyote feel the need to take over. He wanted to be calm, to be a soothing presence for the older man to be comforted by and feel safe with. He didn't want to make it seem like he couldn't handle anything he was about to be told or have his emotions be misinterpreted and believed to be aimed at Derek, causing the wolf to retreat and regret saying anything, or feel worse about what had happened in the past.

"What'd she do?" he asked quietly, voice thready and a little shaky, yet still even and strong enough to show the older man that it was okay for him to share whatever he was about to say.

Derek swallowed hard, keeping his head ducked down, hands on Stiles' hips and thumbs rubbing circles on the bones. "She, uh," he began, voice shaking before he cleared his throat. "She did some, uh, some sexual stuff," he confessed before lifting his head. His lips were tight, eyes turned down at the corners, and he looked complete vulnerable and a little scared. "It was way out there kinky shit that I normally wouldn't do: humiliation, S&M, forced submission. And she filmed it all."

"Jesus," Stiles breathed out, his stomach churning. Alphas weren't made to submit. Ever. That's why Derek letting Stiles ride him and mark him was such a major thing, because they just didn't do it. Maybe for their mates as a sign of trust and respect, but never for someone they were just dating—or servicing during their heat. Kate forcing Derek to do that was sickening and perverted—in the wrong way—and he wanted nothing more than to sink his claws into her jugular and rip out her throat.

But since he couldn't do that at that moment—what with the knotting and the heat and the overall reluctance to leave Derek—he settled for scratching the back of the older man's head, trying to bring comfort by appealing to his animal.

"She liked having video evidence of a pathetic, vulnerable Alpha, considered selling it," Derek went on, fingers tightening their grip on the leaner man's hips before gentling once more. "Luckily your dad was able to get every copy of it and I had fun that night with my friends smashing all but one that he kept in the evidence lock-up."

Stiles' brow furrowed in confusion, having never heard of his dad trying to help Derek in any sort of legal matter. And it wasn't like it had just slipped the Omega's mind and he couldn't remember it or anything like that, because info like that would forever be burned into his head.

Out of all the cases his dad worked that he didn't snoop in...

"How'd my dad get it back?" he questioned, curiosity taking over, his mom's voice cooing that he was her little detective replaying in the back of his mind.

"A new California statute that had just gone into effect a month or so before," Derek explained in that flat tone that betrayed no feelings about it either way. "Heat rape."

The teenager see-sawed his head, thinking the term made sense. "Sucks like hell that such a thing exists and is needed, but I'm glad it came in handy for you."

"Same here," the Alpha muttered.

The younger man snorted and shoved at the werewolf's head. "Obviously," he scoffed with an eye roll, getting a chuckle in response. A smile formed on his own face, glad the mood had been lightened, before he sobered up once more. "Thanks for telling me all that."

The Alpha nodded, swallowing hard. He looked up at the younger man with down turned eyes, that earlier vulnerability back in them. "Just don't tell Scott," he requested weakly, shakily. "There's just some shit a big bro doesn't want his li'l bro to know about him."

Stiles scratched at the back of the older man's head, reassuring smile on his face. "Of course, man," he promised, thinking it wasn't that hard. He could partially understand not wanting someone to know a certain thing about you, that fear that it'd make them see you in a different light, a bad light. And Derek having stepped in as that male role model figure for Scott, he wouldn't want his brother to think he was weak or less of an Alpha.

Not that Scott would, or that what'd happened to Derek made him weak. But Stiles got the impression that there was no telling him that, no convincing him otherwise. It was easier to just go along with Derek's wishes. Plus it wasn't really his story to tell. He needed to keep his mouth shut on it.

The corner of the Alpha's lips quirked up in a weak version of a grateful smile. Stiles fought the urge to kiss his lips and make that grin something more real, more genuine. Instead, he snuggled closer, hands cradling the back of the older man's head as he rested his chin on a broad shoulder. He felt arms wrap around him tighter, holding him close, holding him as though he was a security blanket or something that could take away all the bad.

Stiles found himself desperately wishing that he could.

Post-sex cuddles were quickly becoming one of Stiles' very most favorite things to do. Besides sex itself because, ya know, orgasms. But seriously, cuddles were awesome. Knotting cuddles were the best, but post-regular-sex cuddles were great, too, when Derek hauled Stiles in and held him close, their legs tangled, arms around one another, his head on a muscular chest. Totally the best.

He sighed happily, breathing in the Alpha's scent, lungs filling with cinnamon sweetness of it and bringing him a sense of calm. His mind went to his own boring scent, the lackluster vanilla his aroma was comprised of, hating it once more. It wasn't as complex as Derek's cinnamon, didn't carry various notes or layers like his did.

Boring.

His mom had called it sweet, sugary. Malia called it basic and plain. His dad said it was a fine scent for an Omega to have and to not worry about it so much. Everyone always told him it was "nice" and "okay" and that there was nothing wrong with it. But he wanted more than that, wanted his scent to be incredible and mouth-watering and the best thing anyone has ever smelled. He wanted someone to react over his scent the way Scott did with Allison's chocolaty one, to have someone practically drool as they waxed poetic and used fancy words and—

Okay, nothing like that. But he'd definitely like someone to react the Scott did to Allison's scent or Malia to Kira's, have them automatically bury their nose in his neck or hair or whatever, to just wanna breathe him in forever, to wanna be covered by his scent and him covered by theirs and just...

Yeah. He didn't want a boring scent. He wanted someone to be enamored and totally enraptured with it.

He remembered his first night at the apartment, how Derek had said he smelled good and slapped a hand over his mouth when he tried to argue. Maybe the Alpha smelled something more than plain old boring vanilla on him?

"Der?" he prompted, waiting until he felt the older man's head tilt down to him. "What do I smell like?"

Confusion colored his scent, his hand slowing where his fingertips had been lighting grazing up and down his spine. "Huh?"

"Me," Stiles clarified, shifting so his chin was on the more muscular one's chest, allowing him to look him in the eye better. "What do I smell like?"

An eyebrow raised at the question before a smirk formed on the Alpha's face. "You don't want me to answer that right now," he commented lightheartedly.

"Oh ha ha," Stiles replied sarcastically, smacking the other man's chest as he chuckled. "Normally what do I smell like?"

Derek drew his brow in curiosity, lifting his head and burying his nose in Stiles' hair. The younger man wanted to object, to comment in how gross that was because his hair was all sweaty and he honestly had no clue when the last time he showered had been, only to realize they were both completely covered in sweat—some fresh and some dried—and other bodily fluids so really, sniffing his hair wasn't any less disgusting than the two of them cuddling with come sticking them together. Plus it would be pretty counterproductive, telling the older man not to sniff him when he asked what he smelled like.

A sleepy, satisfied growl rumbled up from the Alpha's chest as he inhaled deeply, fingers gripping at the teenager's back. "Vanilla icing."

Typical. Exactly what Stiles had predicted: plain ol' boring vani—

Wait.

Just...wait.

His head raised off Derek's chest, eyebrow cocked in a weak imitation of the other man's signature move. "Vanilla icing?" he double-checked dubiously. No one had ever mentioned the icing part before, just the vanilla. And since he'd gone eighteen years without that adjective being attached to his scent, he was finding it a little hard to believe that that was how he smelled. Like vanilla icing.

"Yeah," the Alpha answered nonplussed, fingers lightly grazing up and down the younger man's spine again. "It's vanilla, but with this sugary note underneath it, like icing."

"Vanilla icing?" Stiles repeated, hoping if he said it enough, he'd believe it and it'd be real for him.

"Mmmm." Lifting his head, he buried his nose in the Omega's hair again, the teen ducking his head and laying his forehead on his chest to give him easier access to inhale his scent repeatedly. "Like on cupcakes," he murmured, words getting lost in sweaty tawny strands. "Or those cookies my abuela makes sometimes. Or on, uh." He paused, suddenly freezing, breathing stopped and fingertips no longer tracing along his spine.

Stiles' eyes widened from where they had drifted shut, hope flaring up in his chest. His coyote's head perked up, tail thumping slightly in its own brand of optimism, and the human-half felt like doing the same.

If he even had a tail anyway.

But instead, he swallowed hard and spoke with a voice that was surprisingly strong and free of tremors. "Like a cinnamon roll?" he finished for the other man, not entirely sure how okay he was with how hopeful he sounded.

Because if he was right and if the Alpha agreed, it meant that they two of them had compatible scents, scents that blended together to create a beautiful fusion, proof that they were mates. And it meant that Derek was thinking along the same lines and knew they were meant to be.

Only that wasn't what happened.

Of course.

Derek laid his head back on his pillow, eyes distant, tone flat as he spoke. "Sometimes. Most of the time it's cream cheese though."

And there went Stiles' hopes and dreams, smashed to pieces as easily as a piñata. Like the one still hanging in the corner of the older man's room.

He distracted himself by inhaling the Alpha's scent, calming himself on the cinnamon-tinged aroma, laced with its own sugary undertones and sweet notes.

Like a cinnamon roll.

Dammit! Now he had a craving.

"Got any cinnamon rolls?" he asked, jerking his head up, mood completely shifted at the prospect of baked goods. He tried to limit the amount of that stuff that entered the Stilinski house due to his dad, but he wasn't home and he was on his heat and dammit, he was taking advantage.

"No."

Or maybe not.

"Oh." His mouth remained in that shape as his face fell, only to shift back as he made a decision. "We should totally get cinnamon rolls though. When my heat's all over, we are totally hitting up a Cinnabon and getting ones as big as our heads. Just screw your diet, okay? Cinnabon and cinnamon rolls."

Derek chuckled, amusement lighting his eyes and making them sparkle. "Whatever you want, Stiles."

"Damn straight," the Omega murmured, laying his head back down on the older man's chest. "And I wanna watch more Star Wars."

A smile formed on the werewolf's face as he grabbed the remote off the nightstand and flipped the TV on, readying the next episode of The Clone Wars. Stiles shuffled into a more comfortable position that allowed him to see the screen yet still use Derek as pillow, inhaling the Alpha's scent with every breath. He noticed a slight vanilla—no, vanilla icing note hidden within the cinnamon aroma, increasing his craving for a cinnamon roll and calming his coyote. If he pretended their scents mingled well and they were snuggled up because they were mates, then that was his business.

And a really horrible, idiotic idea.

Which he just happened to have a terrible habit of thinking up and going along with. Awesome.