'Are you getting ready for the night of the dead?' Stiles called from his perch on the fence. Lydia paused in her movements to check over her shoulder.
'What?' She called back, annoyed that Stiles had interrupted her, but she held her pose, her back straight. Derek was leaning beside him on the fence.
'Or your first full moon with sour wolf here?' Stiles nudged Derek's shoulder. Derek shoved his elbow into Stiles's abdomen forcing him backwards and off the fence. Lydia laughed at them as Derek yanked Stiles to his feet, but Stiles was covered in mud from the recent rain. He mock coughed and glared up at Derek as he brushed himself off.
'Ha-ha, you're so funny!' Stiles mocked a grinning Derek.
'What's night of the dead?' Lydia asked coming to a stop beside them.
Stiles eyes lit up and suddenly his mud soaked clothes were forgotten. 'And the tenth moon shall bring with it death chaos and destruction, for the dead will rise and shall feast upon the land and its inhabitants!' Stiles quoted from memory.
'What?' Lydia swallowed.
'It's true. The dead rise and must be put back to their graves,' Derek confirmed. 'We go into battle and the night after there is a great feast and celebration. Of course there is death for us too, and we must stand up and remember our honourable dead,' Derek said punching a fist to his heart. Stiles nodded gravely, doing the same.
'And when does this happen?' Lydia asked. Derek was fabulous but sometimes he failed to tell her important things like the fact that one night a year the dead rise. She turned glaring eyes on him. Derek had the decency to look sheepish.
'I was waiting until after our first full moon.' Derek tried. Lydia rolled her eyes but she could tell he was lying. She didn't need any heartbeat ticks to confirm it, it was on his face as clear as day.
'Admit it, you forgot because you were sexing her up!' Stiles smirked. Lydia opened her mouth but Derek's guilty look said it all.
'So when's the first full moon?' She asked resting a hand on her hip and raising an eyebrow.
Stiles laughed loud, chocking for a second before slapping his hand on Derek's back. 'Tonight?' Derek said, making it sound like a question.
Lydia let out a huff and frowned at him. Her teeth clenched in her jaw. 'You kept this from me?'
'Baby I forgot!' Derek said ducking into the fighting ring.
'Don't baby me! Isn't a moon important to you? Don't you think that was something we should have discussed?' Lydia demanded.
'Of course it is, but let's go back and talk about it.' Derek suggested.
Lydia only took a second to make her decision, twirling and bringing her practice sword to Derek's thigh. Derek's eyes widened at the blow, and he let out a shout of pain. Lydia stood back watching as he straightened himself. Stiles was laughing but he stopped at Lydia's furious look.
Derek shot Lydia a wounded look and hobbled back to the safety of the fence. Lydia took up her training again, forcing herself to do another five minutes before she gave up. Derek eyed her warily as she got close and Stiles said a quick goodbye, scooting off to wherever.
'Okay, let's go back and wash up for tea,' Lydia said. Derek fell into step beside her but didn't speak. She got the distinct impression he was huffing. They had just stepped inside the back kitchens when Laura accosted them.
'Uncle Peter's on his way home,' she said picking up on Derek's tension immediately, if her drawn eyebrows were anything to go by, 'what the hell's wrong with you?'
'Nothing,' Derek muttered sourly leaving them to head upstairs alone.
Laura turned to look at Lydia. Lydia let out a huff and looked around the room to see who their company was before she spoke, 'he's upset with me because I hit him with a practice sword.'
'Why did you hit him with a practice sword, don't tell me you still can't get past a block?' Laura's voice rose slightly.
'No! He didn't bother to tell me that tonight was the full moon!' Lydia threw her hands up, shaking her head at Laura.
'Oh,' Laura grinned, 'yeah that's a dick move, but just so you know the sex will be amazing for both of you!'
'Derek's always been...insatiable during the full moon,' a voice from behind said, Lydia recognised Kate's voice. Laura rolled her eyes.
'I'll be sure to take good care of him then,' Lydia said.
'If you need help,' Kate smirked.
'Oh I promise you love, you'll be the last person I ask!' Lydia turned on her heel and marched upstairs.
Once inside their rooms Lydia washed and pulled a thick dressing gown over her shoulders, while Derek watched her with his version of puppy dog eyes, and then lunch arrived. She ignored him through that too until he was practically on his knees trying to get a reaction out of her.
'I'll shift,' Derek finally said when she ignored him tapping the table as she read one of his history books, 'I'll shift part way at first, but by midnight I'll be full wolf. My personality won't change but I'll probably become more possessive, so it's best that we confine ourselves here for the first few shifts. By morning I'll be human again, but I'll be pumped full of adrenalin, so I'll be looking for sex then food, and I'll sleep most of the day away.'
'Why don't you go out, run with your pack mates?' Lydia asked tilting her head to the side. She had listened to then talk, and she supposed a full moon was like breathing to Derek. It didn't make up for him neglecting to tell her but it consoled her a little. Derek's eyes widened when she spoke and he moved towards her slightly, but didn't touch her.
'I don't want to leave you here alone,' Derek admitted.
'Do you fear for my safety?' Lydia asked as she carefully marked her place in the book and closed it.
'No,' Derek said.
'Well go,' Lydia flicked her fingers at him. A flash of hurt crossed his face, but she watched him push it away almost instantly.
'I want you to see me, so you won't be frightened of me,' Derek said quietly taking a small step towards her.
'You'll be coming back to me, I'll be waiting.' Lydia promised. Derek looked up at her, and she saw a face full of emotion. She realised that she was beginning to fall in love with this man. 'And don't keep anything from me again or I'll find ways to punish you,' she said in her sweetest voice making her way to the bedroom to change her clothes. Derek followed her, and she allowed it, letting him settle on the armchair by the fireplace as she let the navy material slip over her creamy white skin, making sure to leave the dressing room door open so he could see her. When she was naked she looked over her shoulder and couldn't help but notice his hand pressing down between his legs. Taking pity on him she sashayed her way towards him with a big smile on her face, pushing his knees apart and kneeling on the floor.
'Lydia,' his voice sounded broken. Lydia shushed him and carefully untied the strings on his leather pants.
'Quiet, I need to practice,' Lydia said ducking her head and sucking him into her mouth. Perhaps he did deserve punishment, and what better punishment than forcing him to endure her blowjob practice, especially as she intended to take her time.
Lydia was surprised to find she enjoyed this, flattening her tongue to lick from root to tip, and then taking his cock in her hand while she pecked light kisses at the bottom. Derek hissed in something similar to excitement, but she tuned him out. Sitting back on her heels she let a hand wander down over her left breast, tugging at her nipple, licking her lips, watching a little clear liquid bead at the tip of his dick.
Lydia leaned forward and licked the precome, closing her eyes and savouring the bitter taste before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. She concentrated hard on her tongue fluttering along the underside while she dared use her teeth just a little. Derek's hips jerked and his hand wrapped around the base of his dick. Lydia looked up at him. 'If you do things like that I'm going to come,' Derek warned.
'You'll come when I say so,' Lydia said batting his fingers away from his cock but replacing them with her own. She didn't touch his cock with her mouth, not yet because she wanted to experiment so she closed her eyes and focused on his balls, rolling them on her tongue and playing with the sensitive skin behind them. Derek made a pained groan and Lydia rose a little on her knees, taking him into her mouth again.
She looked up at him and nodded slightly. Derek looked relived as she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. 'Fuck!' Derek hissed as he spilled down her throat.
'Will that make your moon more comfortable later?' Lydia asked.
Derek nodded to her, his eyes heavy, but he moved forward until her back was on the soft rug on front of the fire. He slipped a hand between her legs, thick fingers fucking her pussy while his thumb caressed her clit, swirling teasingly over the tip while he flexed his wrist. Lydia gripped his arm keeping it where she wanted it while he worried at her nipples, sucking one moment and biting the next. It would be tough later too, Derek's cock filling her, making the bed shake with their lust and Lydia could hardly wait, clenching her thighs together and twisting her lower body as she came hard on his hand.
Later, Lydia sat by the window listening to the steady comforting thump of the rain on the windows. She felt immensely safe, despite the thunder that rumbled overhead. She did startle when she heard a scratching at the door. A quick peek brought a massive black wolf into view, and she opened the door to let Derek inside. He pressed his nose into her hand where she had wrapped the black cloth that had been used to bind them together in marriage, the cloth that made her feel less lonely when she had it. Derek growled happily and Lydia led him to the bedroom, watching his body shift and contort until, the beast was now a man, beautiful and standing at the bottom of their bed watching her, his hard cock rising out of a thatch of dark hair and it was all for her. Feeling bold Lydia opened her thighs and invited Derek into bed.
It was rough, fast in a way it never had been and Derek was everywhere. He started with an unforgiving mouth on her pussy, sucking on her clit until she was writhing then pulling away, despite Lydia's hands in his hair tugging him back to where she wanted him.
'Derek!' Lydia practically scolded half sitting up but he grinned at her, his face flushed, Lydia's juices coating his stubble, he looked obscene. Lydia had never felt more turned on in her life.
Then he was on her lips, pushing against her, fighting for control of the kiss. Lydia wasn't sure why but something was telling her to fight back and Derek seemed overjoyed with this, his eyes flashing every time her blunt teeth caught him.
Lydia was so distracted by Derek's mouth that she cried out in surprise when Derek flipped her to her belly, then raised her hips. Instead of the cock she expected his mouth was back, tongue fucking her slit, sucking on her lips until Lydia was dripping. His tongue travelled higher and his hands pushed her ass cheeks apart and Lydia felt herself flush all over.
Derek was touching her asshole, his tongue travelling a path over it. Lydia felt the flush ride up her body but Derek was making these pleased little noises, more animal than man and Lydia didn't want to stop him.
'Relax,' he muttered and his scruff moved against her skin. Lydia realised she was going to have beard burn in some very interesting places come morning, but that didn't matter, not now, not here, so she forced her body to go pliant as the flat of Derek's tongue teased her.
'Derek this,' she breathed, her eyes practically rolling, 'so good, so,' Lydia tried to swallow but the tip of Derek's tongue was pressing inside now, and his fingers were frigging into her, his pinkie brushing her clit as Lydia moaned and whined pushing back onto him.
When he pulled his mouth away it was both relief and disappointment. Lydia gulped great mouthfuls of air as Derek's hands rested on her hips. 'I'm going to mount you,' he said and Lydia tensed up, surely if he fucked her there it would hurt, she wasn't ready, he would tear her to pieces, 'I'm not going to put it in your ass, calm down,' his voice was warm and comforting, just like the hand sliding between her shoulders, 'not tonight anyway.'
'Derek,' Lydia said as he moved behind her, pushing her hips down and lining himself up. Derek wasn't gentle as he entered her, or started to fuck her, he set a demanding pace that Lydia was powerless to meet, and instead she relaxed and let him control her, just as she had done hours ago with him.
Derek still paid careful attention to her, reaching around to play with her clit, his thumb teasing her ass, his mouth hot on her shoulders.
When he came he snarled and snapped and his thumb sunk into Lydia's ass. Her eyes rolled in her head and she clenched around him, her own moans caught in the pillow. Her orgasm was a relief, washing her tension away until she was left boneless, Derek draped heavily over her back.
'That was intense,' Lydia said when she opened her eyes. Derek was lying beside her, his eyes still dark with lust. She knew what he wanted, her body in his arms, cheek pressed into his shoulder. Lydia slid closer and he gathered her up, his hands clenching into her skin. The blankets settled around them and Derek curled his legs around hers.
'Mine, just like I'm yours,' Derek murmured. 'So strong, perfect match,' he babbled in her hair. Lydia cupped the back of his neck and kissed him until he relaxed into her. It was a long time before she spoke.
'Tell me about your uncle, tell me who we're expecting home,' Lydia asked placing her head on his shoulder.
'Uncle Peter, my mother's younger brother. He'll arrive back with his wife Melissa, her son Scott, their daughter Libby and my little sister Cora. Peter has been touring the north, examining the mines in the mountains, and Cora's at the age where she should know this sort of thing. Peter would like Cora and Scott to wed one day but-' Derek trailed off quietly.
'What?' Lydia asked rubbing her toes against Derek's hair rough shin.
'They like other people,' Derek said. Lydia smiled softly to herself. She was looking forward to meeting more of the people she loved, and then she would be preparing for the night of the dead.