I guess I should warn for a little bit of shifted wolfy tongue? Maybe? Just in case…
. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .
Today was the day. Derek couldn't believe it was actually here. Today he would claim his mate, today they would become one. Nothing could bring him down. There was still no sign of Theo or his cohort Matt. He had kept up the perimeter runs. There was no way he was going to risk the little asshole get through right when he was going to make Stiles his. Today would go perfectly or heads would roll.
The plan was simple. It was Friday and Stiles had a game tonight. Once he returned from the locker room after the game, he would approach him and begin the ritual. The great thing was, Stiles had no idea. He thought Derek was going to have to miss the game. He'd told his mate he was going to see Deucalion about a problem the other alpha was having. None of that was true, so it would be a surprise which Derek had discovered was what Stiles preferred.
During a chat with Erica, she'd let it slip that they'd discussed Claimings and Stiles had said he would rather not know it was coming so he didn't end up working himself into a panic about it. Derek had no problem with that and had planned accordingly. He had warned the Sheriff, who planned to attend the game. He said he would stay for the claim question and bite and then quietly leave. He didn't want his son – or himself – to feel awkward. His father would then meet them at the pack house for the reception. That was something he and Stiles had discussed and his mate had told him that all of his friends were in the pack except for Danny and he would just invite him along when the time came. So they agreed to have it at the pack house and it would just be a casual, barbeque type event. Nothing special needed.
Derek had asked him if he wanted a ring and Stiles left that decision to him. So he had done the smart thing and went to Erica to see if she knew whether he'd mentioned anything during their chats. Stiles apparently really was okay either way. Derek had an idea to run by his mate about how they could handle it, but he would wait until after they were mated.
This afternoon would be perfect. And his pack agreeing to sleep in the outbuildings or camp in the surrounding forest meant that their Claiming night would be perfect as well.
. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .
Stiles was having a good day. He was healed, Creeper McDouchewolf was gone, and life was looking up. The only down side to the day was Derek missing his game. It would have been their first game as a couple, Stiles first chance to have a mate in the audience like so many of his friends. That was okay, though. Derek was an important guy and he was always willing to help out other shifters in need. He smiled to himself. Yes, indeed. He was proud of his mate.
Of course that was when his phone rang. Unknown number.
"Hello?"
"If you know what is good for you and for Hale, you won't mate him. You belong to me, Stiles. I marked you first and I will own you in the end," the voice growled out at him.
"Fuck off, Theo, you're pathetic," Stiles said and ended the call, his heart pounding. The shifter had threatened his mate, an alpha. The guy obviously had a death wish. A text vibrated his phone.
I will end you both. Don't test me on this.
Now he had to question whether he should tell Derek or not. He would eventually, but he was going to be gone most of the day. If he told him now, or told a pack member, Derek would just hurry home. Stiles knew there was nothing that could be done. Derek hadn't canceled the perimeter runs, so they were still protected. The call hadn't been traced and came from an unknown number. Probably a burner phone. Yep, there was nothing to be done. Not yet.
. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .
Derek watched from between the bleachers as his clever mate scored another point. His boy was on a role. He hoped his pre-game phone call had something to do with it. Knowing he had been disappointed, thinking Derek wouldn't be there, he'd wanted to call and wish him luck. He might have whispered some naughty suggestions for after the game. Stiles' small whimper had made it worthwhile. He couldn't wait to see his face when he came out after the game. He knew his mate would also appreciate the fact that after the game, the stands would be mostly empty. The pack would be there, again, unbeknownst to Stiles. And any other stragglers.
Alpha's tended to go two ways when it came to Claiming their mates. They either wanted an extra big crowd, make a bigger statement. Or they wanted a smaller crowd because they tended to be more possessive and less willing to have a crowd of people see the naked body of their mate. He moaned, thinking about that nude body. He couldn't wait to see Stiles on his hands and knees in the fragrant grass – Derek had already scouted out the perfect area that would be soft and easy on his mate's body. His moans would echo across the field, the scent of his desire filling the air until that was all Derek would be able to smell. The thought of thrusting into that tight body was almost too much and he had to reach down and push against his cock to settle his own body. Pay attention to the game, Hale.
. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .
After a quick shower, Stiles stuffed his uniform into his bag and hefted it onto his shoulder. Looking around, he realized the locker room was empty. How did he miss the entire team leaving? Shrugging, he headed toward the door. It had been a good game, he'd scored three points and Coach was impressed. He'd been playing better and better with every game. It was a good feeling.
Leaving the locker room, he headed out toward the field to see who was still there, hoping to find someone to hang out with. Not paying attention, he nearly ran into someone.
"Sorry about that," he said and moved.
"Aren't you going to say hi?"
"Derek!" Stiles looked up and saw his gorgeous mate. "What are you doing here? I mean I'm totally excited you are, I just thought you weren't going to be home until tonight." Realizing he was babbling, he turned red and looked down.
Derek lifted his mate's chin and smiled. "I'm happy to see you too, mate. Kiss me," he said, taking Stiles' bag and dropping it near the stands.
Stiles grinned. "Certainly." Leaning in, he met Derek's lips with his own and was instantly lost in the kiss. It always amazed him how he lost touch with everything around him when Derek's lips were on his. His alpha was a fantastic kisser, he mused as he thrust his tongue back against Derek's. They were dueling, as they loved to do, each trying to gain control over the kiss. Stiles just liked to give in. He stumbled toward him when Derek took a step backward, not paying attention to the fact they were moving.
Suddenly Derek ripped his mouth away and spun Stiles around. He realized they had made their way into the field and were now standing, facing the stands which still had quite a large number of people in them. They were only about thirty feet away and he could see the excited, burning eyes of the pack amongst the other people. Before he could question his mate, he heard a loud growl and fangs were gripping the back of his neck, holding him still and demanding his attention. He sagged against the alpha, his heart racing. This was it. It was time.
Derek held his mate still for a moment, feeling the submission in his body. Pulling back, he roared loud enough that he was sure the entire town heard him. "Do you accept my claim?!" Then, even though he was sure of his mate and his answer, he held his breath, waiting for those sweet words.
Stiles whimpered as desire ripped through him. He took a deep breath and shouted for all to hear. "Yes, I accept your claim!" He then tilted his head, ready to accept his mate.
Derek exhaled in relief. Then, with a mighty roar, he opened his jaws wide and struck, his fangs sinking deep into his mate's neck, claiming him, mating him, announcing to the world that Stiles was his.
Crying out at the agonizing ecstasy of Derek's bite, Stiles felt a shift deep inside him. He was Derek's. Derek was his. They were no long Derek and Stiles. They were DerekStiles, nothing between them, merged into one being. It was beautiful.
And it felt so fucking good, his body began throbbing.
Unable to help the call of his wolf, Derek suckled a little while at Stiles' neck. Tasting the delicious copper flavor of his mate's blood, he knew what destiny was. What fate was. It was this right here. Stiles and him being one. Breaking away from his mate's neck, he licked at the wounds to seal them, causing them to permanently scar. It would never fade. "I'm going to take you now, mate," he whispered in Stiles' ear. "Remember the wolf comes out. I will be as careful as I can, okay?"
"Claim me, alpha," was all Stiles said as he began stripping out of his clothes. He didn't want to, but found himself looking up. He knew his face was on fire as he saw Erica wave at him, Boyd smiling supportively. Scott was there, eyes wide with something like shock before he quickly turned away, Allison smiling as he cuddled into her. There were strangers looking at his now bare body and though he burned with embarrassment, his cock was standing up, hard and aching. He couldn't wait for Derek to take him. Taking the first step, he got down on his hands and knees. He heard growling behind him and knew the alpha werewolf of Beacon Hills was about to descend on him.
Derek stood behind him, nude, and so very proud of his mate. He reached inside himself and slid open the door to let his wolf come forward. The world took on a hue of red as his eyes shifted. Mate. Claim now. Falling to his knees behind him, Derek roared before grabbing Stiles' ass cheeks and spreading them wide, rumbling as the earthy scent of his mate invaded his senses. He dove in and licked and lapped at his hole, his shifter saliva helping loosen his mate and numbing his nerve endings.
Stiles gasped and moaned loudly, the crowd cheering them on, as Derek thrust his tongue in and out of his stretching hole. It felt different than the last time Derek had done this. With a delicious shiver, he realized it was because his tongue had shifted. The alpha was still in his human form, but his tongue – and claws, judging by the grip on his ass – was all wolf. It was so very wrong, but oh so right. His shifted tongue was long, so very long and stronger than a human tongue. It seemed to reach so damn deep inside him. He began rocking back against it, hearing Derek growl in approval. His mate shifted his position and suddenly that brilliant tongue was lapping over his prostate. Shrieking his pleasure, he again heard the crowd cheer. Unable to help himself, he peeked at the people yelling and whistling their approval. Several couples were making out and if he wasn't mistaken, there was a couple going at it under the stands. It was considered poor manners, the moment was supposed to be about the Claiming couple, but Stiles just grinned to himself and lost himself to the wonders of a shifted alpha tongue.
After another solid minute of being licked open, Derek pulled back and roared again. Stiles knew he was under the power of his wolf and found it sexy and exciting. His mate leaned down and, voice like gravel, said "Mate tasty."
Stiles was caught between thinking wolfy-Derek was adorable and being intensely turned on by his words. "Claim me, alpha."
Those words appealed to the wolf and sat up, lining his longer, thicker cock up at Stiles' hole. "MINE!"
With that claiming roar, he thrust into Stiles' untried body. Immediately he howled in victory; at taking his mate and at the extreme pleasure he found inside the tight confines of his ass.
Stiles body was lit up like a fourth of July display. The pain and pleasure of Derek's cock inside him was so intense, he screamed as he came immediately. The orgasm caused his hole to ripple and tighten further on Derek's cock, causing the alpha to growl and roar. Stiles heard him distinctly say, "Again, mate," and knew his alpha was going to make him come again.
With that, Derek began thrusting into him, his hips almost a blur. Stiles moved against him as best he could, but mostly he just held himself up. Over and over, Derek pounded into him, wild sounds ripping from the wolf's chest.
Derek was still very much present, though his wolf was in control. He knew Stiles had come and made sure to angle his hips to hit his mate's prostate so he could come again. He knew this had been a rough mating and Stiles hadn't made a peep of pain or protest. His mate was a warrior as much as any wolf was and he couldn't be prouder. He was also aware of their surroundings, making sure they would not be snuck up on, though he knew his pack was watching the area as well. He could sense their audience and the excitement they were experiencing from this mating. It gave him a moment of smug pride, but that was it. His main focus was his mate.
. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .
Some distance away from the safety of the branches of a tree, Theo sat, watching the near violent mating. Seeing the pale beauty of Stiles' body illuminated by the lights on the field made his claws come out and his cock harden. This had started out as nothing more than an attempt to take from the alpha, to steal what was his, punish him for turning him away from joining his pack. But after pursuing the human, he'd begun to truly want him for his own. This was hell, more pain than he'd ever experienced physically. Seeing the alpha thrust into the perfect ass of the man he'd come to see as his own burned. Seeing Stiles throw his head back and cry in ecstasy made him growl, the sound echoing around him.
He knew he needed to run. He would be discovered if he kept this up. He'd only come back because he'd heard whisperings of the alpha intending to claim Stiles and wanted to make sure it didn't happen. Seeing Stiles strip in front of the crowd had frozen him in place and he'd been unable to do anything. It was too late now, the Claiming was nearly over. Unable to handle the strange burning in his chest, he melted into the semi-darkness, making his way to the car hidden in the forest. Time to move on to Plan B.
. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .
"Mine," Derek rumbled in Stiles' ear as he continued to pound into him.
"Yours," came the weak, breathy reply.
Derek knew his mate couldn't take much more. The wolf insisted they make their mark on Mate. Drawing his claws ever so lightly down his mate's back, he growled in happiness at the red marks that raised in their path.
The ecstasy he and his wolf were feeling, the snug fit of his mate, was overwhelming. Feeling the end coming near, he reached down, and began stroking Stiles' cock, being careful with his claws. "Come," he demanded in Stiles' ear.
"Yes, alpha," Stiles panted.
Derek increased his thrusts, aiming for his prostate, knowing he got there when Stiles' grunts became loud cries. Squeezing his mate's cock as he stroked him, Derek knew he had him when Stiles ass suddenly clamped down on him and he screamed. That delicious, rippling pressure massaged his cock and immediately sent Derek over the edge, man and wolf together, howling their completion and victory in claiming their mate. It was done.
Among cheers from the stands, Stiles collapsed to the ground, body sticky with come and sweat, breathing hard and so damn happy, tears trickled down his face.
The alpha took back control from his wolf and gently pulled out of his mate before lying next to him. He wanted his mate to have privacy so he set his back to the audience and pulled his mate to him, letting him bury himself into his chest. He stroked one hand down Stiles' back to massage his still open and puffy hole. His wolf growled with possessive delight at the feel of his come leaking from his mate. Rubbing the rim, he encouraged it to return to its normal size. Looking at his precious mate's face, he saw tears and he was stricken. "Mate?"
Stiles knew immediately what the concern was. "Happy tears, mate. So very happy," he smiled tremulously. "It's just from being overwhelmed, nothing more, I promise."
"Good. I would hate to think I hurt you," Derek murmured. Looking out the corner of his eye, he saw Boyd motion to him. He saw the pack had surrounded them loosely, their backs facing the couple, giving them privacy from the crowd leaving the stands. His pack blew him away. He turned his attention back to Stiles and wiped the tears from his face.
"You didn't hurt me. It was rough and beautiful and absolutely perfect," Stiles said, his whiskey eyes filled with love.
Derek melted. "You are perfect, my amazing mate."
"I guess we'll just have to be perfect together," Stiles said with a dramatic sigh.
"I guess so," Derek agreed with a smile and kissed his mate. Everything was perfect.
. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .
Thank you to Kaysco for the awesome Creeper McDouchewolf Theo insult. I loved it so much I just had to sneak it in there somewhere!
Let me know what you thought of the chapter. This was the entire purpose behind the story, wanting a public scene with Sterek. I hope it lived up to everyone's expectations. I wrote and rewrote in the hopes it would be all I hoped. Now I've read it too many times to enjoy it! :) Your comments are hugely appreciated! Each one is like a gift. I save up the email notifications and open them all at once like Christmas.