Chapter 10

Derek POV

Okay, time to get to business and get back around so I can drop Stiles' jeep off and hopefully meet up for lunch.

After I get off the school grounds, I make use of my werewolf senses and my eyes flash blue, seeing everything around me. Time seems to move in slow motion while I weave in an out of honking cars. I don't have much time. I get to the clearing Stiles described 6 miles from his school and 4 from my house. Speaking of my house- well, our house, Stiles has really changed the place. I like the feeling of another sense of warmth in the cold halls that are my house.

Focus, Derek.

I slide to a stop and take the key out as the gear shifts into park. I make my way to the clearing and the smell of blood slams me over. I double over, but imagine Stiles is behind me, so I must protect him by standing up. I get my torso back up, and trudge toward the clearing more. Blood in general is fine, but my blood, it's different.

Then there's another scent in the mix, something peculiar. I recognize it, but I can't place my finger on it. I've smelled it on Stiles before, but not strong enough to linger hear for the course of two weeks. This scent means someone has a routine of putting this fragrance on. Honestly, it smells really good.

That's when the stranger walks into the clearing. A stranger with tan skin, a tight red/orange shirt, and white jeans. More importantly, a cloud of Armani surrounds him.

"Danny, why are you here?"

As soon as I say it, it's like I get smacked in the face, and the pink scare around my collarbone burns.

"Turns out werewolves don't react well with chemical fragrances," he says.

"Danny, what the fuck! Why were you here, and then I wake up dying and in a pool of blood?"

Then I don't expect what happens next. Tears roll down his face and his eye mutate into solid white, the area around his irises close in on the irises and pupils. Then he just falls to the ground. I text someone I normally would never text.

Jackson, something happened with Danny. Clearing in the woods don't argue just go.

Omw

Five minutes after Jackson ditches English, he's running straight for Danny after parking his parking Porsche, not even caring it might get dirty.

"Shit, what did you do you bastard!" he yells.

"Calm down, I didn't do anything. Something out of my hands is going on, bring him to your house and let him sleep there tonight. Take care of him."

"Yea, of course." For once, Jackson looks generally like he cares.

He manages to carry his best friend to the Porsche and lays him down in the fully reclined passenger seat. He puts one hand on his friend's chest to keep him from sliding, and he goes off.

With a sigh, I walk back to the black Camaro parked 100 meters away, and drive to get Stiles blue Jeep at my house. After that, I text Stiles that I'm on my way with his Jeep and ask if he wants to spend his thirty minute lunch break with me. Of course he replies yes, and with another sentence that you could say means he's horny.

Lord Stiles, and you're in high school?

I pull up to the school and there's Stile walking over to my car after getting up from sitting on a bench with Scott. He waves to Scott, then stands outside my car after opening the door.

"Oh hey Derek, how've you been?"

"Stiles get in now."

"But why Wolfie?" he says teasingly. He knows his text got me horny and knows that he's resisting me to have power over me.

"Come on Stiles I submit just get it."

"No," he says smiling.

However, I don't take no for an answer. After a second or two, I undue my seat belt and grab him my the lapel, yanking him into the car before I buckle and speed off. The minute we are off school grounds, I pull into some off road eddy. Stiles has been feeling up and down my thigh since the minute he got into the car and now he's undoing my zipper. He practically licks the jaw and neck before pulling my pants down a bit, asking how my job interview was.

"Haven't-oh shit- gone yet at two o'clock," I say while finishing with a strong moan of pleasure.

"Derek take your shirt off, now."

"Only if you take yours off too," I reply because his body may not be extremely ripped, but it's hot. Really hot.

He does, so I comply and he's immediately kissing my chest, moving down toward my nipple. I groan, in heaven. Then he's moving down towards my abs, and eventually down my happy trail.

"Oh Stiles no, I've got a job interview in an hour."

"But Derek, I can't help it," he says before kissing under my chin and breathing heavily obviously "excited."

"Wait until tonight, I swear it'll be worth the wait."

"Fine."

Then, like magic, he's asking what we're having for lunch. Jesus, still all I can think about is Stiles, and the way I'm going to make him mine tonight.