Okay, this is pretty much just porn and slightly weird porn at that, and ironically, it is the longest chapter that I have ever written. I hope you enjoy. I cannot believe that I have 90 reviews, you all are amazing!

Chapter 21

After holding each other for a few minutes at the stream, allowing the enormous decision that they had just made wash over them, Derek and Lydia realized that it was really cold outside and they headed back to house. Their path was much slower and more resolute than their trip out there. Reaching for his hand, Lydia felt oddly at peace with this turn of events.

As they walked up to the house—still holding hands—they quickly realized that it was all a little too quiet. Walking in, the house looked empty.

"Allison? Scott? Stiles?" Lydia called towards the stairs.

"Laura? Erica? Boyd?" Derek yelled. "Where the hell are they?"

"And where is my baby?" Spotting a note on the table, Derek growled lowly before handing it to Lydia.

I know you made the right decision and the moon is only two days away, we decided to give you two a few hours of privacy to handle this situation without invading ears. We will all be back in the morning. Don't worry the kids are safe.

Love you little brother, Laura

P.S. please don't be naked when we come home and stay away from public surfaces.

Rolling her eyes, Lydia put the note on the table, turning to Derek she sighed, "So, this is awkward."

Laughing he followed her to kitchen, pausing at the door to his bedroom, looking down at Lydia before taking her hand and pushing the door open. Entering the room, they both chuckled at the candles spread around the room, already lit and the bed that had been turned down. Chuckling Derek scratched his eyebrow, "My sister the romantic."

Nodding, Lydia added, "Oh, I am sure Allison had a hand in this somewhere." As the seriousness of the moment settled in, both Derek and Lydia could feel the mood in the room shift.

Looking at him, his eyes slightly downcast, like he was almost ashamed of what they were doing, Lydia could not help but smile. He was actually a good guy. He cared about her and he cared about this crazy, weird pack family that they had all created. He did not want to force her into this lifestyle, but what he didn't realize is that she was already there. That he was saving her from being haunted, taunted and used by someone else. He looked ashamed, but Lydia really did not understand why. Taking his chin in her hand, she tilted it up until his eye met hers; there was a blazing mixture of lust, attraction, anger and guilt in the green pools. Such pretty eyes, she thought, I hope my children have those eyes someday.

"It's okay, you are not forcing me into this," She whispered as if he were a child, "I know you don't want to have to do this, but this was set in motion by Peter, you are saving me from a lifetime of torment and abuse from him. I would much rather be Claimed by you than be used and violated by him."

"Lydia," his voice came out rough and thick, "you shouldn't have to do this at all. You shouldn't have to have sex with someone that you don't want to, even if it is the lesser of two evils, it is not really a choice."

"Well sweetheart," she flirted, running her hands down his chest, the cotton doing little to hide the tight muscles underneath, rising on her toes as high as she could he is so much bigger than me, she kissed the underside of his jaw and down the column of his throat, "it is not exactly a hardship. Be honest, haven't you at least thought about it?"

Their growing attraction to one another and affection for one another had been a taboo subject between them; grabbing her upper arms he stilled her movements, "not like this." He all but growled, taking a few steps, needing to put some space between them.

"Derek, please do this for me, or is that it," she tilted her head, baiting him; "do you not want me? Are you so repulsed by the idea of sleeping with me that you would rather I continue to be violated by your gross…" before she could get "uncle" out he had grabbed her by the back of the head and hoisted her up against the wall, slamming his mouth onto hers, kissing her brutally before burying his nose in her neck as he trailed hot kisses down he neck. Oh God, he is just so fucking POWERFUL! She thought completely turned on by his size and dominance. Honestly she had only ever been with Jackson, and while they had had fun, she was a little nervous about being with someone else, particularly a moody werewolf who had a lot more experience. Whimpering as he hit a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear, she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him closer, needing to feel him against her.

Pulling his head up to meet her eyes Derek whispered, "Lydia I am not going to say I know what this game we have been playing is, I know that I like you, that I respect you. I know that my daughter fucking loves you and you are a great mother to Isabel but I don't think that this is fair to you; to force this pack on you, to force the roll of Alpha female on you," looking down, "To force me on you." His eyes were as open and clear as she had ever seen them.

"Derek, you have got to get past this, you are not forcing anything on me. Is any of this fair—no, honestly it sucks, but it is the reality that we have, let's make the best of it. You did not force me into anything—Peter did. He took away everything—my control over my mind, over my body—do you have any idea how horrible it is to be that under the control of someone else? You are just trying to give some of that control back. And let's be honest- in any group, I am always going to the head bitch in charge so Alpha female just fits." They both chuckle and Derek looks at her with something akin to adoration, "While I cannot claim to know what has been going on with us lately, I think we both know that this was inevitable—well the sex part," she tilts her head and he chuckles against her throat, "we don't have to do the claiming, biting thing the first time right?" He gives her a confused look, "Well champ, if you have got more than one round in you, let's make the first one all about us, then we will get to the whole weird doggy style thing. 0kay?" She kissed the end of his nose and chuckled again as he kissed her, thinking that only she could lighten the mood in this situation.

She was right—the circumstances sucked but they were already heading down this path and they could make it about them—not about Peter and his crazy ass plans. Deepening the kiss, all of his thoughts were lost as Lydia bucked her hips against his low belly, reminding him of the position they were currently in. Releasing her mouth he pulled her away from the wall, kissing down her neck as they reached the bed. Loosening her legs she stood on the bed, finally on even footing with the tall Alpha, locking eyes with him she was overwhelmed with affection as she sweetly brushed her hands through his hair, pulling him in for a hug, "Thank you," she whispered, before shocking him by pulling her top off revealing a dark purple lace bra because she knew that if she didn't make a move they would never get this over with. Kissing her, his hands slid up from her thighs to her rib cage as he brought his head down to kiss each mound. Lavishing kisses across her chest and the peak of each pale breast before reaching around to unhook her bra.

Lydia tugged the back of his shirt up as he kissed his way across her chest. She needed him shirtless. Truthfully she had seen him shirtless and believed that the President should pass a law banning him from ever wearing a shirt, but right now she just needed to feel his bare skin against hers.
Derek broke his head away long enough to allow her to pull the shirt over his head and to slide the purple bra from her body, revealing peach tipped nipples that he could not resist pulling into his mouth. Vaguely he heard Lydia gasp as he swirled his tongue around the already hard peak. God she tasted good rumbled through his brain and he knew that he was going to have to work hard to keep his inner Alpha in check in order to get through this. Lydia was right; their first time together should be about the two of them, about her, and not about Peter Hale's fucking games. Unable to repress a growl, he switched to the opposite breast once again loosing himself in the beautiful redhead in front of him. Overwhelmed by the smell of her arousal, Derek began kissing his way down her chest, in the valley of her ribs, down to her belly. Swirling his tongue around her navel he could not resist a playful bite at it. Lydia made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan at that.

Reaching her pants, he looked up at her, as if seeking permission, she responded by once again running her hands through his hair, this time digging her nails in a little. Sliding his fingers under the waist band of the black leggings, he slowly pulled them down, kneeling in front of her to allow her to step out. Looking up Derek was struck by her image, standing above him, eyes half closed in lust, lips swollen from his own, long red hair falling over her shoulders, chest heaving with desire—she looked like a statue or saint—like a goddess from some long dead religion that Derek had just converted to. In short, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Slowly trailing his hands up her calves, Derek gripped her just behind the knees, pulling sharply he sent her bouncing to the bed giggling. Pulling her knees to him, his eyes attached to her still jiggling breast he pulled Lydia so that she is flat on the bed. Running his lips along the inside of her leg, placed kisses and nips along the way, discovering that the inside of her left thigh was ticklish and that when she blushed it started on her chest. He could not resist sinking his teeth into her thigh—drawing a sharp gasp and an Oh my God Derek. Reaching her center, Derek rubbed his nose along her cloth covered core. Honestly, Lydia had little experience with this, Jackson was more of a taker than a giver in all aspects of his life and so they had only tried oral for her a few times. It was always a little damp and awkward. Her scent overtaking him, Derek used his claws to tear the purple fabric from her body.

Wanting to make a comment about him tearing her good underwear, Lydia gasps as the cool air of the room hits her bald heated core. Suddenly the cool air is replaced with a far too warm tongue, slowly, gently licking the folds of her core in a very pleasurable way. Running his tongue up, over and around her center, Derek uses his hands, claws now gone, to push her legs up and out. Responding, Lydia moves her thighs further up the bed so that her knees fall on either side of his too broad shoulders and her feet rest on his back. As she bucks against him, Derek brings up one hand to still her and slides two fingers deep into her body as he finds her sweet spot again. Hearing her moan is all the encouragement he needs to continue, thrusting is fingers into her soft, tight body while teasing her clit with his tongue before sucking on it hard. Feeling her walls start to flutter around his fingers as Lydia takes a death grip in his hair Derek increases his speed until she cries out something that sounds like "OH, GOD, OH GOD OH SWEET LORD!" As she cums hard on his hand and face. Who knew she was so religious he smirked in his own mind as she finally let go of his hair. Crawling up the bed, Lydia pulls him to her as she comes down from her orgasm high, "You should teach classes in that," she all but moans and Derek response with a self satisfied smirk, "Really."

"Mummm," She nods, looking down, "you are wearing way too many clothes," she responds, reaching for his belt buckle, making quick work of it and his button and zipper, Lydia reaches again for Derek, kissing him, reassuring him that this was about the two of them and their as yet undefined feelings for each other, NOT about that psycho that she refused to name again in such an intimate state.

Rolling her onto her back, Derek continue to deepen their kisses, wickedly turned on by the taste of her on her own tongue, he bit down on her bottom lip before moving to kiss her neck again. Using her feet, Lydia began to push his pants and boxer briefs down in one motion, never stopping their makeout session.

Derek moaned at the freedom of losing his pants, his dick finally free of the tight denim. He felt Lydia flip them, so that she was on top, kissing his neck. Her quick tongue sliding down his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle, stopping to tease, and then bite his nipples, which elicited a moan that he would never admit to. Lifting herself, Lydia straddled his legs, resting her bare bottom on his knees as she looked at his dick.

Damn was all Lydia could think as she looked at Derek Hale in all his naked glory. She would not lie and say that the sight of his cock—which was larger than anything she had seen outside of internet porn—wasn't slightly scary, but she trusted him and knew that he would never hurt her. With that thought, she leaned forward taking the tip in her mouth rolling her tongue around it before releasing it with a pop to lick the underside of the shaft. At that point Derek was pretty sure that is eyes rolled back in his head because it felt so good. Resisting the urge to trust into her mouth as she sucked down as much of his length as she could, he watched her head bob a few more times before he grabbed the back of her head, pull her up to him, kissing her hard. "I," she began.

"No," he shook his head letting her know that she didn't have to return the favor right now. Rolling them over and kissing her again, he felt her legs slip up around his hips on either side of his body. "I need you inside me," she whispered, biting his ear for good measure. That nearly snapped his control—his wolf wanted nothing more than to flip her over and slam into her until she was screaming—but Derek had promised himself that he would make this about them and not about the Claiming. Slowly moving his pelvis, he lined himself up with her center—locking eyes with her once more he hesitated. Grabbing the back of his head, Lydia kissed him hard and she shifted her hips and impaled herself with his dick. Sinking in a little further, Derek nearly came at her forcefulness and her hot, wet, tight body. Taking a deep breath to try to grasp for control he slowly rocked his hips back, pulling nearly all the way out, before sinking back into her. He moved slowly to allow her to relax and grow accustomed to him as well as to allow himself to maintain his tenuous grasp on his control. Derek could feel Lydia's cervix and was very careful not to thrust too hard—the last thing he wanted to do is hurt her. They continued, moving slowly, clinging to one another—her legs clinched over his hips, elbows on shoulders, hands clawing down his back. His hands gripping her hips with bruising force, nose buried in neck when he was not looking into her eyes. Sweat pooled between the two, the room filled with the smell of lust and sex and the sounds of desire as they moved together.

Sliding one hand from his death grip on her hip, Derek reached between them, bringing his thumb to her clit he began rubbing in time with their thrusting. Before long, Lydia was gasping for air and moaning, and clinging to him in a way that made him extremely hot. Derek could feel her body tensing around him, but he decided that he wanted to see her cum. Suddenly leaning back onto his heels he changed their position without ever leaving her body. Pulling her hips up to meet his, Lydia wrapped her legs around his back, leaving her shoulders on the bed, her hands now gripping his biceps. Whimpering at the loss of skin contact, Lydia finds herself crying out as he drives deeper into her. As he pulls back she finds herself clawing at his arms, unable to make any sound at all as he hits her g- spot. Making sure to rub it again on his thrust in, he watches as Lydia's eyes roll back in her head and she screws her eyes shut.

Lydia has never felt so full as she does making love to Derek. When she first pulled him into her body, she felt as if she was being torn in half. It hurt, but in a good way. She was glad that he instinctively knew to take it slow and even in order to give her some time to adjust. However, this new position was insane! On his second thrust she felt her eyes roll back and she could just imagine what her face looked like. She felt him pulling back again and again he hit that spot and her toes curls into his calves as she suppressed a scream. Feeling his hand on her stomach, Derek's voice cut through the fog—"Lydia, look at me—open your eyes and look at me." He commanded in a way that she could not disobey. Looking up at him, his skin and dark hair accented by the candle light of the room flickering, his eyes where the most intense green she had ever seen and as he thrust into her again, and once more- the passion and pleasure that crossed his face was enough to break the little control that she had left over her body. She was vaguely aware of screaming in ecstasy before her entire world went black and for a moment she actually thought that she had died Oh but what a way to go! She thought. Feeling him move again— the friction sending even more shock waves of pleasure through her body, she squeezed his arms as a sign that she needed a minute. After coming down enough to open her eyes, she noticed that Derek's arms were bleeding—five gauges in the otherwise perfect flesh from his biceps to his forearms. Tilting her head, "did I do that to you?" She gingerly touched the cuts on his right arm, the hand of which was still supporting her. "It's fine, after all I did that to you,"indicating the earth shattering orgasm and a half he a given her moments before. Rolling her eyes at his cocky smirk, Lydia made it her mission to make him scream, just as he had made her scream.

Using his arms as leverage, she pulled herself up so that they were face to face in the middle of the bed, lifting up from her knees; she aligned their bodies as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Tightening her inner walls even more, she slowly slid up, twisting her hips a little each way as she thrust back down. Repeating the process a few times and she could she Derek's eyes start to roll back in his head, "Uh, uh," she warned, "look right at me," she locked her own green eyes with his. One more slide and twist combo and she could feel Derek's control slipping. His claws pinched as the dug into her hips, his fangs extended and his eyes began to flash between green and red. Lydia knew that she was playing with fire as she slid up his shaft one more time, tightening her muscles again and she twisted back down him giving into her own release—sending him howling over the edge, spilling his seed inside of her. Lydia noted with a smirk of her own that the all might Alpha had screamed his release. Chuckling with sheer exhaustion as Derek pulled out of her and they both tumbled to the bed.

"What is so funny?" he asked leaning back on the pillow behind him. Rolling on her side to face him, she giggled- "You screamed."

Looking at her- face flushed, hair damp, eyes sated, hands tucked under her chin an a way that he was desperately trying to not allow to remind him of his daughter- all he could think was how beautiful she was, how innocent she looked. "You're beautiful," he said, running his finger down her nose in a completely nonsexual way. He decided to leave out the innocent part seeing as how an hour ago she had had his dick in her mouth. Looking at her, he thought that he could love her, that maybe this whole fucked up situation could lead to something great. Sighing as the thought brought him back to why they were really here—the Claiming. He needed to allow the wolf out, but the thought scared him.

Seeing his eyes grow pensive, Lydia knew that he was thinking about the Claiming—she hope he hadn't reconsidered because she was not sure if—after what she had just experienced—she would ever be able to stop fucking him. "I guess it's time, right." She looked him in the eyes. "We said once for us and then once for the Claiming right." Reaching down, she grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers, she sighs and says, "I trust you Derek, I know that you will protect me." Kissing the back of his hand, she pulls them up to their knees, she kissing him slowly, softly. Pressing his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and sighing, before opening them and locking them with hers, "I need you to say it," he says softly.

"I am ready to accept to role of Alpha female of the Hale pack, I am ready to bind myself as your mate Derek, claim me," she whispers to last part against his lips, closing her eyes, she feels him shift as his fangs puncture her lip. Pulling away, she sees the Alpha's—her Alpha's- red eyes glaring. Derek is not in full transition, for the most part he still looks human, but his face is marred by the hard ridges and fur of the wolf, but she can tell by looking into his eyes that the wolf is in totally control. Grabbing her by the upper arms, the wolf buries his nose in her sweat damp hair. Running its nose down her neck to her chest it continues to sniff—as if it is tracking Derek's scent on her. Stopping at the bite on her navel and then again on her inner thigh, the wolf sniffs and then licks the wounds, almost as if he is trying to heal her. Burying his nose between her legs, she knows that it can smell Derek's still drying seed dripping down her legs. Part of her wants to pull her legs together—feeling that this is private between she and Derek, then she realizes that this is just as much Derek as the man who she just had sex with. Derek didn't share his body with the beast—the beast was part of him.

Trying not to cry out as the wolf circle off the bed and pushed her down onto all fours, Lydia tried to stay still as she felt, rather than saw his too warm penis pressed against her. The Alpha behind her did not seem to flinch as she did cry out in pain as he slammed his cock into her not quiet ready body. Truthfully, Derek was a little too well endowed for this position to be comfortable without some serious build up and the speed at which the Alpha was plowing into her hurt. Hurt like nothing she had felt since Peter's attack. She knew she was crying, but she tried to stay quiet and still until the Alpha bit her. She felt him on her back, still ramming away at her core as he sunk his fangs into the back of her neck—Claiming her.

She was still crying out in pain as the Alpha faded and Derek took control back of his body. He had never felt anything like that before—he typically had some control over the wolf when he shifted, but this time he could not control anything. Smelling blood and tears his attention was quickly drawn to the girl below him. Quickly pulling himself from her body and flipping her over, she took a moment to lock eyes with him before lunging up at him, sobbing as she wrapped her arms around him. "I am so sorry," he whispered, "I am so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you; I never meant to hurt you." He pulled them both into a sitting position, Lydia still clinging to him and his ran his hand over her hair. The change in position allowed the smell of blood—her blood—to hit him full force. Standing and lifting her to his chest he carried the now calming girl to the bathroom and sat her on the sink while he got a shower ready, trying hard to ignore the blood covering him from his chest to his dick.

By the time the water was the perfect temperature, Lydia had calmed down enough to speak, "I'm sorry I freaked out." She stated, not making eye contact, frantically wiping her nose and eyes. Crossing to her, he tilted her face to meet his and looking in her eyes, he sighed before kissing her forehead, "You did great. I am sorry that the wolf hurt you. I," he sighed again his eyes feeling with shame and self- hatred, "I could hear you crying, I knew I was hurting you, but I couldn't control the wolf, I couldn't stop him- myself. I just needed to mark you, to make you mine," closing his eyes because he feels the beginnings of tears, and he has not cried since his family died, "I am so sorry I couldn't protect you," he kissed her hair.

"You did," her voice whispered, he looked down confused, "As soon as the wolf marked me, you came back you took control back, you didn't let him finish." She looked at him with—was that adoration?

"Let's get you cleaned up," he lifted her from the counter and helped her in shower, pulling the door shut behind them. Following the smell of blood, he pulled her hair to side and gently began to rinse the wound. Bringing his lips to the angry looking bite mark he gently kissed it as it closed and started to heal. Running the girly body wash and puff all over her body he gently washed away the sweat and blood and seaman that he had left on her. Following his nose, he knelt in front of her, pulling her left leg over his shoulder as the scent of blood hit him again. She was bleeding. The force of the wolf had torn the most intimate parts of her and now she was bleeding. Shame washed over him again and he felt on the verge of tears one more time because she should not have to suffer because of him. "It will heal."She states from above him, "Give me a few days and I will be fine big boy," she continues in her typical Lydia snark, "and believe me, when I am, you will make it up to me." The mischief in her eyes had him hard in an instant, but he knew that they could follow through on anything tonight. Standing he kisses her, pouring more passion and respect into that kiss that he thought he would ever feel for anyone. Quickly rinsing off, quickly washing the blood off his body from the Claiming, he turns off the shower and reaches out grabbing two towels. After drying off and wrapping a towel around his waist he leaves Lydia in the bathroom to pee and towel dry her hair. Quickly, he changes the sheets, but the smell of their coupling still hangs heavy in the air as Lydia returns to the room, crawling into the bed, resting her head on his shoulder, he pulls her closer, wrapping both arms around her and burying his nose in her hair has they both fall asleep, unaware that the coming days will change both of their lives completely.