14: "Having fun, yet?"

Of course, I wasn't having fun. Kate had been teasing me for hours. She'd touch me, lick me, pinch me, push and pull me until I was stimulated, then she would suck me, massage me, or vibrate me until I was on the verge of release. Every time, she'd pull back just before the big finish and leave me stranded.

It was a fate worse than death. I wanted so badly just to reach down and help myself, but she wouldn't let me. She'd force me to wait until I was calm again, then she'd stimulate me and tease me over and over and over, again.

I tried to think of other things to avoid getting stimulated, but that didn't work. Kate was strong enough and skilled enough to overwhelm me with arousal no matter how much I didn't want to. She was teasing me so much, it was starting to hurt, but I refused to let her have the satisfaction of seeing me in pain. I held it in, ignoring the very real fact that my dick could not take much more of this.

The game itself seemed pointless. Why was she putting so much effort into this? It wasn't like she was getting off herself by doing it. The more she teased me, the more clueless I became as to what her real intentions were. Maybe she really was just bored and this was what she considered a way to pass the time.

I highly doubted that.

She smiled down at me after asking if I were having fun and I knew she wanted me to beg for release. I ignored the desperation I felt inside and shrugged nonchalantly. Her eyes widened for only a second in surprise, then Kate became emotionless and said, "Well, I guess I'll have to try something else."

"No more, Kate, come on! I'm tired and it's almost dark outside," I tried to act as apathetic as possible in an attempt to get her to quit.

She huffed and replied, "You're not going home until I take you home."

I sighed and let my head fall back. Sweat was building underneath the iron cuffs around my neck and wrists, and it was both itchy and aggravating. I was tired of this place and I was tired of Kate. All I wanted to do was go back to the halfway house and lye down in my own bed.

"What do you want to do, now?" Kate asked me coyly.

She acted like I was totally willing to do all of this with her. I'd call it ignorant, but I figured it was just another ploy from her to get me to crack under the pressure. I frowned and replied morosely, "I don't know."

She slapped me playfully on the chest and said, "I know! Let's play the biting game!"

Kate opened her mouth and leaned forward. So far, her other games were bothersome but I was dealing. Biting, however, was a fetish that I wasn't planning on letting her take part in.

"STOP!" I screamed at Kate for the first time since she had brought me here.

She did stop. I yelled angrily, "You never bite me, you understand? I only do the kinky stuff with Derek!"

Kate's demeanor completely changed and she cowered away from me like I had hit her. I blinked with surprise and said more softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell."

Kate narrowed her eyes at me. I said nothing more and she cautiously edged her way back on top of me. I could easily see up Kate's skirt and she was obviously missing panties. She had made no attempt to have full blown sex with me, yet.

"Why won't you fuck me?" I blatantly asked her.

I assumed I had nothing left to lose at this point. For the first time since she had brought me here, Kate became visibly anxious and her cheeks turned as red as fire. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she were embarrassed by the question.

She quickly changed her demeanor and replied as arrogantly as ever, "I don't want you squirting all over me. I hate it and I'm glad that Derek doesn't do that."

"Oh. Right," I rolled my eyes at her.

She stared at me in silence for a few seconds, then she looked away and used my phrase from earlier, "Only Derek gets to fuck me."

Kate didn't seem to care about anything, but I could see the attachment in her eyes when she spoke about Derek. I could also tell from her look that Derek was her one and only. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, he was very meaningful to her.

There was a sudden knock at Kate's bedroom door and she quickly covered my mouth and hissed into my ear, "Don't say anything or they'll kill you."

She may have been lying to me, but I wasn't going to take the chance. I nodded and Kate said politely to the door, "Come in!"

The door opened and a short, staunch woman with short red hair sauntered in. She barely glanced at me as she stated to Kate, "You have a human in the house?!"

My eyes widened with shock. I had been called horrible names and told to leave because people didn't like the way I looked before, but I had never been insulted for being human.

"I'm sorry, okay?! I just wanted to play with him for a while," Kate complained.

The red headed woman didn't react to Kate's play for attention, but said passively as she turned to leave, "Make sure you get him out of the house before your brother comes home. You know how he makes a mess of the people he eats."

I was pretty sure I just heard her say, "eats."

"Wait! Did Derek call me back? Wait!" Kate got off of me and rushed out after the woman.

I was finally alone, but now that I knew her sibling ate humans, I felt worse than when I was just with Kate. I doubted she had any plans to eat me herself, but I wondered how Kate intended to get me out of here.

A quick glance at my nearby settings provided no resources. Not even a hairpin to jimmy the locks on my cuffs. I made a long sigh of disdain and stared at the ceiling, waiting for Kate to come back. I remembered that Derek was going to call her at the halfway house when I left to take Lydia home, and I wondered if he was planning on coming over. That gave me at least a little bit of hope.

Several minutes passed and Kate didn't come back. I closed my eyes and imagined what Derek was doing right now. He probably tried to call Kate and came back to discover that I was gone, but since I left with Lydia, he assumed I was still gone because I had decided to spend time with her and he was most likely back at his house with no reason to be concerned about me.

I did know that he liked to check up on me, though. He was bound to go to Lydia's at some point and he'd realize I wasn't there, then he'd check back at the halfway house and it would click that something had happened to me. Exactly when he would put all of this together was a huge toss up, and it brought me less hope than I needed.

I remembered watching a werewolf movie years ago where they could speak to one another telepathically. Derek seemed to know what I was thinking at times. Other times, he was way off. I decided to try my luck anyway and I concentrated on Derek, himself. I sounded like a complete dope as I said out loud, "Stiles needs you. Come find me."

Opening my eyes to the cold green ceiling of Kate's room, I realized how lame I was. This was not a movie, it was real life, and if I didn't find some way to get myself the fuck out of this place, I would probably die here or at the very least, my dick would fall off and I would never feel another orgasm, again.

I looked around once more, searching for anything that could be used for escape. I considered trying to pull the headboard off and taking it with me, but I reconsidered that plan after I realized how impossible that was.

Kate walked back into the room and I sighed with frustration. She slammed her bedroom door and came back into bed with me, straddling my stomach like she had before. Her expression was not amused and I asked her calmly, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know if Derek called me back. My brother's bitch wife never tells me anything!" she stated angrily.

Kate's anger was welling up and I knew I would be the one to feel it if she decided to lash out. I shrugged and said, "Just forget about her. Let's play another game."

She ignored me and yelled, "Why can't I get a simple message? All I'm asking is for her to tell me if he called or not! That's it!"

Kate put her palms out and I braced for impact, but she folded her arms instead of hitting me, and I sighed with relief. She frowned and told me, "I wanted Derek to come over. Now, I don't know if he'll ever stop by."

It suddenly hit me what this whole thing was about. Kate was teasing me to get Derek's attention. He was supposed to answer the desperate but vague call she made earlier and come running over to help her, only to find me naked and chained up in Kate's bed, which would inspire him to be angry, and then, all hell would break loose and Kate would get the attention she so craved.

The only problem was, she didn't know how possessive Derek was of me. After the way Derek treated Scott for committing the crime of being a moderate asshole to me, I doubted he would be the hate-turns-to-hot-sex lover Kate thought he would be after she had kidnapped me, chained me up and forced me into hours of non-pleasurable sexual acts while her cannibalistic brother waited patiently for my death.

"Kate, I don't think Derek's coming over. He is probably back at the halfway house helping his dad after Malia's funeral and all," I informed her.

She ignored me and moved to go down on me again. I tried to stop her, pleading, "Kate, please, I don't want to do this any-"

Kate surrounded my dick with her mouth. It felt completely raw at this point, and as soon as she started sucking, I couldn't hold in the pain any longer.

"OH, FUCK!" I cried out.

Kate immediately let go and asked me, "What?"

"It hurts, goddammit! You sucked my dick into a fat blister!" I countered angrily.

She surveyed me like she couldn't tell what the problem was. I shouted even louder, "Fuck this! Fuck this whole thing! I said I want to go home, and I want to go home, now!"

Kate started cowering away from me like she did before, but this time, I was too pissed off to care.

"Let me go, Kate! Let me go right now!" I screamed.

She started to reach for me when a stiff knock at her bedroom door put her on high alert. I froze, thinking it was her brother and I was done for.

I heard Derek's voice say calmly, "I know he's in there, Kate. You better let me the fuck in."

She glanced at me, then back at the door, then at me, then at the door again. Kate started shaking all over as she climbed timidly out of bed and opened the door. She bowed her head at Derek and said quietly, "I was waiting for you."

His eyes were as wild as they had ever been. His face was like stone. Derek stared down at Kate like she meant nothing more to him than a grain of sand at the beach. He quickly moved past her and put his arms around me to help me sit up, asking somberly, "Are you alright, Stiles?"

I thought Kate was a bitch, but I didn't want to witness what Derek would do to her if he knew the details of what she had done to me. I put on my best nonchalant smile and told him, "I'm great. Tired, but great."

Derek's eyes slowly drifted over my naked body, lingering at my crotch before he came back up to meet my gaze again. His expression betrayed nothing, but I knew that there was evidence on my dick and most of my body of what Kate had done.

The red headed bitch lady came into the doorway and played dumb as she asked, "Oh, Derek! How are you, dear?"

He turned his head to one side and stated, "This human is mine."

Red headed lady turned even colder than she looked, before. I could tell Derek had as much control over her as he did over everyone else. She quickly worked on excuses, "I had no idea he belonged to you! I thought he was just another student-"

"Don't insult me by pretending like you didn't notice my goddamn scent all over him!" Derek cut her off.

She closed her mouth and stood there. Kate stood behind Derek and watched as he carefully, painstakingly removed all of my bonds and helped me to my feet. He moved around the room to gather my clothes, then he handed them to me and waited patiently for me to put them back on. The red headed woman had already seen me in all my glory earlier, but Derek deliberately stood in her line of sight to give me at least some sort of privacy until I was fully dressed again.

I swallowed hard and waited in stunned silence for Derek to make his next move. He kept his eyes on me as he said, "Kate has taken my human and defiled him without my permission. I hereby revoke her rights to all of my territories until further notice."

The red headed woman dropped to her knees. She remained unemotional in her face, but there were tears coming from her stony eyes. Kate started pleading with Derek in a language I had never heard before and tried to cling to him, but he shrugged her off. She tried again, but again, he shrugged her off. His eyes continued to stay with mine as he said, "Let's go, Stiles."

I slowly made my way out of the room and wandered through the house to get outside. I was unfamiliar with the place, but it was only one level, so the front door didn't take long to find. As soon as I was outside, I took in a huge breath of the cold night air, then I saw Derek's Jeep and headed for it.

I could still hear Kate pleading. I stood next to the Jeep and looked back at them. Kate was still trying desperately to cling to Derek's left arm. Without warning, he shoved her and Kate fell backwards into the grass.

I went over to try and help Kate up, but she crawled away from me and got up, taking off into the trees faster than most vehicles could drive.

I turned around and Derek was already in the Jeep. I got into the passenger's seat and we drove off. I told him when we were clear of Kate's house, "Why did you do that? There was no reason to shove her."

"She was touching me," Derek sneered like it repulsed him.

I had never seen him look so furious, before. He was holding a lot in and his eyes were dark, like he were feeling the effects of a huge betrayal.

I shook my head and stated anyway, "I don't like that. You should never shove a lady, no matter what she may have done."

Derek went silent and I thought he might be pissed at me for defending Kate. He said after a long while of silence, "You're right. I should not have shoved her. I'm sorry."

"I'm not the one you should apologize to," I pointed out.

Derek clenched his jaw for a second, then he changed the subject, saying, "You're coming home with me, tonight."

"No! I want to go back to the halfway house!" I argued.

Derek glared at me and countered violently, "Why do you want to keep staying at that fucking shack with all those shithead humans? It's not even a real home!"

I blinked with surprise and Derek realized he had said too much. He looked away shamefully and said, "I didn't mean that."

"Yes, you did. It's not my home, and everyone else who lives there besides Justin and your uncle are shitheads," I agreed with him.

Derek clenched his jaw and replied, "I just don't understand why you don't want to stay with me. I want you to stay with me."

His expression matched his words with such sincerity that it brought tears to my eyes. No one I had ever known in all my life had shown such an interest in me like Derek did, much less wanted to provide me with a place to call home.

"Do I have to put out if I stay with you tonight?" I joked.

Derek cocked a rare smile and replied dryly, "Well, I am giving you a place to stay rent free and all."

I mocked a disgruntled sigh and stated, "All men ever want from me is sex, sex, sex! Why can't they just like me for me!"

Derek busted out laughing and it was like music to my ears. It took him a couple of minutes to settle down, then he asked thickly, "What exactly did Kate do to you?"

I shrugged and answered, "I'll get over it."

Derek was quiet again and I knew he was waiting for me to go on. I explained to him, "We didn't have sex. She just teased me a lot and she wouldn't let me release. It was annoying and I'm pretty sure the entire length of my foreskin is gone, but I'll live."

I was trying to be funny, but Derek didn't laugh. I looked at him and I could see that he was clenching the steering wheel almost to the breaking point. I added quickly, "I'm not holding a grudge about this, Derek. Kate's a bitch but she didn't cause any permanent damage or try to kill me, and it didn't look like she wanted to try this again, so let's just move on."

He didn't respond and I knew Derek was still angry. I sighed and told him, "Stew about this all you want, but if you hurt her over it, I'm telling you now that I won't forgive you."

Derek finally looked at me. He seemed surprised and I remarked, "She really cares about you, and she thinks of herself as your first prize. I come in and make her second best and she's lashing out because she wants your attention back."

He slowly shook his head and I asked, "What is that for?"

Derek explained, "Werewolves are entirely based on status. You work your way up or stay in the same place, but you never, ever accept a downgrade."

"So, what are you saying? Is Kate going to kill me?" I asked skeptically.

Derek shook his head and replied, "Kate is Alpha of her pack and she will accept nothing less than total control. You are considered much lower than she is, and she will never stop until you are put in your place."

"And what place might that be?" I asked curiously.

"They only work humans into their pack to use as submissives. Some use them as a food source, but that is considered an outdated and more primal way to live," Derek told me.

I scoffed and asked, "What about Lydia? I thought she was Kate's friend."

Derek frowned and replied, "Kate thinks of Lydia as her submissive. That's why I can't completely prevent Lydia from getting hurt."

"I had no idea," I said quietly.

Derek stated morosely, "The others think you are my submissive. That's why they haven't interfered. If they knew that I had real feelings for you, they would want you to be turned or killed. Even if I made you part of my pack, you would always be an omega. They're the ones that get punished when things go wrong. They're the scapegoats of the pack."

"Do you think Kate knows how you feel?" I asked.

"Kate definitely knows what you mean to me, now. I'm sure she took you because she did want my attention, but she was also spending time with you to get an idea of how you operate, as well as to memorize your scent and your taste so she can find you whenever she wants," Derek explained.

"What does that mean, then?" I asked.

Derek was silent for almost a minute, then he told me, "It means she's probably the one who killed Malia."

I think I just felt my heart stop.