See Chapter One for all warnings,

Living Dreams and Nightmares

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"Hey Angela," I greet the nice receptionist as I walk into the foyer hand in hand with Peter after our little walk, which mostly consisted of the hotel grounds, they have this courtyard thing out back and gardens and to one side a freaking swimming pool, talk about over the top luxury.

I'm wearing Peter's jacket and he's in only his shirt as he doesn't really feel the cold, the warmth of my body is causing the smell of him to rise up, I'm thinking it's a sneaky way to transfer his scent to me and get on my good side.

"Did you have a nice time Stiles?" she asks and the five minutes I spent chatting to her while Peter organised an extra night in the suite is worth it, she's totally relaxed and not longer thinks Peter's out to molest me, which he is, but she can't know that and live.

"Awesome, you were right there were lots of things to look at, and the gardens are spectacular at night, loved the way you've gotten them lit up, and have you seen the size of the swimming pool?" I wave my free arm around for emphasis.

Laughing she hands us the key card to our room, "I'm glad you had fun, I'll have your information pack ready for you in the morning, and I've arranged for a taxi."

"Thanks," I lean on the desk, "Hey, we've had a few changes of plans and we're gonna use tomorrow for shopping and stuff," I screw my nose up, "My stuff is kinda dead, Peter said we could stay another day and use that last day for sightseeing, do you know any good shopping areas?"

"I'll add them to the list for you Stiles," she makes a few notes.

"Thanks Angela," I give her a wave and then take Peter's hand in both of mine and dance backwards towards the lifts, "Come on Peter, nap time, I'm dead tired," and I am tired, drained from the toll of today and I may be bouncing on my feet but I can sense the energy crash coming.

"Of course Stiles," and he moves gracefully forward, dipping he somehow gets me into his arms bridal style and I yelp in as manly a way as I can, over his shoulder I can see Angela's amused at our antics.

He holds me the whole ride up and I try and wiggle out of his arms but he gives me a look with a touch of red eye and I subside. Up the corridor to our room he acts like my weight is negligible, and it probably is, he lets me card the door so he can keep holding me and then he carries me into the bedroom and gently places my feet on the floor.

"Thanks," at least I think its thanks, at this rate I'll have to hand back my man card.

"You're more than welcome Stiles, I enjoyed carrying you, it pleased me," he leans forwards and I fight my instinct to flinch back. His lips caress mine and I get my very first kiss, ever, "I'll go and change for bed, I'll leave my undershirt out for you."

I'm left standing there touching my fingers to my lips, oh god please let that be an indication of how careful he's going to be of me when we have sex.

He's not long and comes out in one of the big fluffy robes, so I skitter past him and close the door for some privacy. The marble does make the room a little cold and I hurry to strip down to my boxers. His undershirt is by a sink and I pull it on to stay warm.

Laid out is a brand new toothbrush and toothpaste, taking the hint and wanting to have unfuzzy teeth I clean them methodically. In the mirror my bruises are turning some lovely colours, I twist and check them out, they do look nasty and it's a wonder the cops weren't called when we got here.

There's a fluffy robe for me too and it's so soft I have to stand there and run my fingers over it. Peeing, I flush the toilet, wash my hands and then I can't think of any believable reason to hang around in here any longer and I exit the room and go to the bedroom.

Peter's already in bed, he's taking up the right hand side and I suppose I'm on the left hand side.

I can't see much other than his head over the covers and frankly I'm showing very little skin so I shrug the robe off and get under the covers. He turns to me, "I've put the TV remote on your side, if you want to watch it because you can't sleep please just turn the volume down for me."

"Okay," I nod and his hand turns the main light off.

Plunged into darkness I lay there and stare at where the ceiling should be, beside me Peter shifts and then goes still, I zero in on his breathing which quickly evens out and yeah he has been driving for hours, werewolf or not, it's tiring to do that much in one go.

Tossing and turning a bit I know I'm close to sleep and as my eyes adjust I can see the unfamiliar glow of the electronics in the room, the soft edge of light surrounding the curtains from the window. The hotel doesn't creak but every building has its own noise and the roar of traffic is muted far below us.

Sleep tugs at me and I tumble down hopeful of my future for the first time in months.

Sprawled out on my left side I can feel something hot all down my back and an arm is draped over my waist, the hand tucked up against my chest. Someone is breathing into the nape of my neck and I lay there baffled for a few seconds, both Brad and Oren are much taller than me. Whoever it is, is at least wearing underwear but nothing else.

Peter.

My heart kicks up and I settle it remembering how nice he's being so far. Except there's a hard swollen dick pressed into my back and he so has morning wood. He's said he won't do anything until we're 'home' I should be safe but my heart is refusing to listen to me and my palms are sweating again.

"Your fear is delicious," he murmurs into my neck and I shiver, he might look harmless but Peter is a psycho wolf, and finding my fear delicious is only the tip of his crazy iceberg.

His hand on my chest rubs a soothing circle and then I realise it's right over my heart which pounds faster and faster like a jack hammer, he groans and bucks his hips, "God Stiles, stop, you smell and feel so good like this," his full body shiver isn't helping, "I don't want to take you in fear, I need you to be mine willingly," he moans the last part and then flings himself away from me.

"I need the bathroom," he whines and the usually debonair Peter lurches at a fast walk from the bedroom, the heel of his hand pressing down on his cock. He's only got on a pair of those tight clingy underpants and it hides nothing as he hurries away.

Wow, I think he's going to keep his word and not do anything to me for a while, to the point that he's extremely aroused and is probably jacking off in the shower.

Not wanting to hear anything I turn the TV on and the volume is low, there are cartoons and that's an excellent way to convince my heart to calm down, his actions so far are not up to his usual psychotic blood drenched standard.

Losing myself in the silly animations I glance at the clock and after an hour I'm seriously worried. Scott and Jackson have both torn up the locker room on more than one occasion and I dread to think of the bill if Peter tears up the bathroom here.

Debating with myself I roll my eyes at my stupidity and ease out of bed to go to the bathroom door. Knocking on it I call out, "Peter? Are you okay? Do we need to flee the hotel for any reason?"

Nothing, though I think the shower is on.

Trying the handle I turn it and stick my head around the door, yep the shower is on with a shadow of a man behind the frosted glass and then I hear, "Stiles," in a drawn out groan mixed with a partial howl and Peter just came.

"I'll leave you to it," I retreat to the bedroom and get back into bed, oh my god, has he been at it for an hour? I can't smell that good to him, can I?

The cartoons don't hold my attention as much and my eyes drift to the bathroom door over and over. Fidgeting I debate getting the I-Pad from the other room when the phone on the bedside table rings and I jump.

"Hello?" My voice is steady and friendly.

"This is an alarm call for Mr Hale and Mr Stilinski. Will you require anything else sir?" The man's voice is far too bright and bubbly for nearly eight in the morning.

"Um, maybe breakfast but we can call that down later, thanks," I remember a trick one of the deputy's taught me, if you smile while speaking on the phone it shows in your tone, even if you're in the shittiest mood it still sounds like you're happy so I do that.

"Thank you sir, I'll let them know you'll be calling for breakfast soon. You have a nice day."

"Thanks, you too," I hang up and the bathroom door finally opens. "Um, we just had our alarm call, you know the one you ordered…" Please let him be back to harmless.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.