AN: Sorry for any errors. I was trying to get this one out to you guys as fast as I could. 3 Read and review please!
Ever had one of those paralyzing dreams? The ones were you can't move any of your appendages no matter how hard you concentrate. Hell you can even yell for anyone to hear you. That's why I just woke up. The dream in question was one that I've had many times before now, but it morphed into different scenes and that is something new.
I watched my parents get murdered. But I had the blood on my hands. Then Tyler took their place, and I slit his throat as well without pausing to realize what I was doing. Scott, Stiles, Uncle Stilinski and Ms. McCall, I killed all of them the same way. When Derek dropped to his knees in front of me he didn't beg like the others. His chin was held high, just like my father, there was burning rage in his eyes which were shifted to a fiery red. He says something but it's so muffled I can't make out the words before I ripped his heart from his chest. Now this is the part that gets interesting. I'm now in the middle of the woods, by a large tree next to a small clearing. Every single thing around me is dead. No green leaves, no birds chirping. Nothing. All of my loved ones are scattered in a circle around the edges, their eyes open but lifeless. I look up and see myself just standing there in the middle of the dead. It was like the stare down of the century. I looked at myself, the fury in my eyes. The tattered clothes, blood streaked face and the katana dripping with blood and gore. That's when I noticed there were two wolves at my twins' sides. Without a signal, we each rushed at each other. As the sword speared my throat, my clawed hands choked hers with one and the other reached down into her mouth. My twin gagged and thrashed as I pulled out two yellow gummy bears. Yes. Mother fucking gummy bears.
Now please remember that this dream scared the living daylights out of me. I just got a sword jabbed into my esophagus. And now I'm paralyzed on the floor of the woods staring up at the full moon. I felt like I laid their forever before the dead rose around me grabbing at my arms and legs. I couldn't run to get away. I couldn't scream. Eventually my eyes opened and I was in my room, cradled by the strong, safe arms of Derek. I was alive. But that didn't comfort me enough. I still had the blood on my hands. My throat still burning from the sleek, pointed blade.
Derek's breathing was helping to steady my heart. I needed to forget what just happened in my mind. Both of us still lay naked in my bed. I wriggled out of his grasp and he turned fully on his back. Perfect. He already had a semi-erection. Groaning he put an arm over his eyes. Sitting up on my knees I bent do to lick the V chiseled into his perfect hips. As I wrapped both of my hands around his cock pumping up and down his body twitched. On the verge of waking up, I made sure to give him a sight any man would want when they first wake up. With my ass in the air I took him into my mouth.
"Wha-?" Derek inhaled as his eyes widened taking in the scene below his navel.
I licked around the tip of him as our eyes met. His head dropped down to the pillow and gripped my hair into a pony tail while I bobbed up and down his length.
"Fuck. Damnit, Brooke. You. Are. Amazing," he emphasized each word groggily.
I tightened my fingers around him and sucked harder, humming onto him. I concentrated fully on pleasuring him. Willing my mind away from the fucked up dreams my subconscious conjured up.
I focused on his moans. His half words because he was so disoriented and in the moment of being half awake with his dick in my mouth. Before I knew it he was grunts were louder and he was cumming into my mouth. I squeezed more gently, getting the last drops out.
"Damnit woman! You'll be the death of me," he joked sitting up.
Not what I wanted to hear right then. That was all I needed to push me into hysterics. I sobbed quietly into my hands.
"What? What's the matter? What's wrong?" Derek's alarmed voiced asked.
"A dream. It was-I couldn't…I did-" I stuttered trying to find the right words to say without sounding like a complete psychopath.
"It was just a dream, Brooke. Don't get worked up over it. Nothing's wrong. We're fine." He soothed huskily taking me into his arms to hold me.
"I don't want to think about it, Derek. It felt so real. And I don't want it to be."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Make me forget," I pleaded.
Roughly taking my face into his hands, he smashed out lips together. I quickly caught on and our tongues battled for dominance. But right now I wanted to be dominated. I wanted him to tell me what to do.
"Lay down," he ordered.
I did as I was told and fell back onto the bed. He traced the outlining of my nipples and I went to tug on his hair, but he stopped me.
"No. You can only touch yourself. I want you to show me." he said huskily.
Fuck. Kinky Derek is in the room ladies and gentleman. I hesitated at first. Not sure what to do. It was almost embarrassing. Come on! Masturbating in front of him? Then I realized that he's seen all of me before. There were no secrets.
His eyes looked alert and expecting. I wasn't going to let that sexy face down. I stuck my finger into my mouth for a few moments before it headed south to the apex of my thighs. Rubbing my clit in circular motions I took my other hand and firmly cupped my breast. I could hear his breathing getting heavier. Shit this was so intense. With the hand on my breast I brought it up slightly so I could lick my own nipple before biting on it. Derek growled lowly.
"My turn," he said before sliding off the bed. I heard a small clang of metal and a drop of clothing. What is he doing?
"Give me your hands," he commanded.
I did as I was told. He wrapped something thick around my wrists binding them together. Bringing them over my head he secured them to the headboard. Glancing up I recognized his belt from the jeans he wore earlier.
After securing them he kissed my knuckles. My body was panting with need at this point.
"I'm not going to be gentle," Derek professed as he cupped both of my breasts with each hand.
"I don't want you to be."
Derek's mouth claimed the spot where one of his thumbs were previously positioned. Biting and sucking the skin. He did the same to the other.
My body was under his control, just like always. He slid his naked body down mine, lifting up my legs as he got in between them kissing each ankle. Then he spread them as far as possible, leaving nothing to imagination. I felt the extended claws on his fingers caress my breasts down to my pubic bone. With both hands, claws and all, he pushed harder on my thighs, locking them to the point I couldn't move my legs.
"Gah!" I screamed unable to make coherent words.
Derek's face dived in between my legs, mouth first. He bit down savagely on both of my lips, then kissing each before flattening his tongue on my clit. Lapping it up and down and it, repeating the process several times, making my climax begin to bubble up from within me. I bit my bottom lip tight to keep myself from screaming out. Then he stopped suddenly making me whimper and squirm, my hips determined to find his mouth. His palm came down on my hip.
"Don't move."
"Derek," I whined once again.
"Shhhh. Don't want to wake the neighbors," he half joked. I know I was loud, but you shouldn't tease me when I'm on the edge.
Seizing the sheet from under my rear, he took my left leg, wrapped it twice and stuck the end under the mattress. I couldn't move it. He had use of one hand now. Suddenly his finger slipped inside me (without claws), my walls clenching around it ready and craving.
"Oh, Derek," I sighed reveling in the contact.
Derek swirled his finger inside me, once, twice, before adding a second and adding his tongue back to my clit. Once again he licked me like I was his favorite flavor. Hooking his fingers slighting he drove into me harder and faster. His other hand and the MacGyver'ed sheet was still keeping my legs wide open and all they could do was shake. I was getting close yet again. He moved his tongue side to side on my clit as my orgasm resurfaced. The buzz swept through my body and my wet, trembling core constricted. Just when I thought it couldn't get better he removed his fingers and began kissing my sex. Just like he would kiss the lips on my face. His arms wrapped around my thighs, clutching me closer to his as his mouth opened and closed, tongue sliding in and out at the motions. Fuck everything with him just kept getting better and better. Once the involuntary trembling subsided and my muscles were weak and limp he kissed my now sore lips and climbed back up to spoon me.
We lay there for a few moments, both panting, before he spoke.
"They're just dreams, Brooke. They can't hurt you. And I'll never let anything hurt you again." He vowed.
"It's not me I'm worried about." I admitted.
"I don't know what makes me angrier. The fact that you think I'd let anyone take me away from you, or the fact that I know if you had the choice, you'd have no self-preservation," he sighed kissing my hair. "Sleep. We'll talk about this in the morning."
"I love you," I mumbled as my eyes were fluttering closed.
"You are my everything," he answered seriously.
Christmas.
"Lydia, Allison! You're not helping! What the hell do you give a man that has everything!?" I snapped as they continued ranting about giving Derek a swing from a sex store. "This isn't funny!" I whined as they giggled.
"Okay. Okay," Allison said trying to stifle her laughter. "Has he said anything that he needs? Or wants?"
"Not that I can freaking remember."
"Well I wouldn't say he has everything," Lydia spoke at the same time.
"He has a sweet, new freaking ride and a house he's rebuilding from the bottom up! What the hell doesn't he have?" I whipped back.
As the idea dawned on me I pushed the girls out of the house and dialed a number I've never used, but I had in case of emergency. This my friends, was a freaking emergency.
"Brooke?" Peter answered the phone. He must have my number too.
"I need your help!"
And from there we talked for a good hour. He took measurements, told me what they did and did not have in the house. And gave a great description on the décor of the other furniture in various rooms. It was sweet really. Derek was giving his home and upgrade, but with a lot of the same, vintage taste that his parents had. No TV in the living room, which was perfect for my plan, and also being that it was the largest of the rooms that was not a bedroom.
By the time we were done ordering the furniture I needed we were back at Allison's house having a girl night. The black credit card seemed to burn in my purse. I've only used it for necessities until now. But now I just purchased a Christmas for over ten people. I didn't do anything to deserve this money. Which is why I'm trying to let these girls take my mind off of it.
"Pick a color! Any color," Allison instructed holding up a basket of nail polishes.
I picked a sparkling green one. After giving ourselves mani/pedis, drinking a little too much Bacardi, which Lydia misappropriated from her mother, and exchanging our Christmas gifts - because well now they just couldn't wait - we were laying in various positions all over Allison's room. Allison was holding her new .9mm with special sights so she could get used to it, with the her new Ray-Bans that Lydia bought both of us, deciding we should be more 'one' with each other. Each pair was different, Allison's had a floral and green finish, mine were black with a snake skin finish and Lydia's were bright red and gold. I mean really? What were we? The pink ladies? Definitely not, we are way cooler. I can't feel my mouth. Shit.
"Get UP!" Lydia screamed into my ear.
"Fucking a, Lydia! Sleepy time bitch!" I snapped at her flailing my arms in her general area, hoping for a direct hit.
"Get your half naked ass up and get dressed! We have only five hours to get Derek's house ready while your brothers and Peter keep him busy. I swear I'll drag you out of this house naked," she warned as I groaned climbing off Allison's shoes in her closet. What the hell?
"Is that an imprint of my stiletto on your ass?" Allison asked with bedhead holding two cups of coffee. She graciously handed me one.
I looked down at my left cheek.
"It appears so," I grumbled sipping the coffee.
"Let's go!" Lydia yelled clapping her hands. Don't choke her. Don't choke her.
We got to Derek's house exactly two minutes before the furniture and electronics' truck showed up. Picking up Peter's copy of the key from under the mat, I unlocked the front door, barely having time to look around the house at the hard work they put into it. We just waltzed right in, remembering which room Peter told me it was. Lydia put her 'boss ass bitch' hat on and started ordering the movers, electricians and carpenters to their positions. Yes. It's that serious.
All of us, except the tyrant Lydia, jumped into action helping with whatever we could.
Our time was up. He could be home any minute. I got lucky. Mr. Argent knew some people that would be more than obliged to help with this project on Christmas Eve. They were around when the house burnt up in flames. Some even knew the family, though we didn't discuss it with them. They all had a nice note in my book.
I snapped a picture before leaving, praying that he would love this. Sweating and tired we all went home. No one was there, so I had enough time to put out the presents I bought before trudging upstairs, stripping my clothes and throwing on one of Derek's t-shirts he left at my house. I took a fistful and inhaled. I'd know his smell from anywhere.
The bed dipped and the covers slipped off of me just for a moment before Derek's bare chest and legs spooned my back. I was about to say something, but he stopped me.
"Shhh, go back to sleep. You look exhausted." He murmured into my ear.
Before I could make a snappy retort on how he thought I looked like shit. The smell of him overwhelmed me. My eyes never opened and my body shut down once more from the fatigue.
"MERRRRRRYYYYY CHRISTMAS!" Tyler burst through the door of my bedroom yelling. Thank God I had decided to sleep in Derek's shirt otherwise he'd see the twins out in the open. The comforter was at both of our waists and Derek's perfectly shaped abs were out for all the world to see.
"Merry Christmas, Tyler," Derek spoke first laughing a little at my brothers horrified expression.
"Dude, the least you could do is put a ring on it before you lay all up in my sister's bed with your birthday suit on," Tyler snapped seriously before backing out of the room. Derek rose his eyebrow at Tyler's retreating figure.
I had to giggle a little at that one. We all know Derek was far from popping the question, regardless of how in love we were. I don't think I could even imagine him doing it. Kinda made me wonder what it would be like to be married to him. I mean come on! Having this man in my bed every night. It's like a woman's dream come true. Forget Cinderella, I didn't want to be a princess. I wanted to be the Mrs. Hale.
Shaking my head of those thoughts I kissed Derek's chest. Then I heard more feet slamming against the floors outside the door, followed by a hard slam into a wall.
"DON'T BREAK THE HOUSE!" I yelled at them. "We better get up before they start demolishing this place," I told Derek straddling him then hopping out of bed. He smacked my ass before pushing himself upright.
The McCall's were spending their Christmas with the Argents. Stiles was with going to be with his dad at the station most of the morning. Stiles was supposed to bring Lydia over later once she was done dealing with her parents arguing and the new step-mom. So it was just me, Tyler, and the pack. It's a little funny how easily I caught on to calling them that.
The pack was surrounding the Christmas tree filled with presents underneath. Peter was the only one standing in the kitchen making coffee.
"It's fresh," he told me handing a cup over.
"Thanks, Peter." I smiled at him.
All I could hear was yelling and whining.
"ALRIGHT! Calm down kids! Everyone grab a present from Santa and give it to its rightful owner," I told them trying to cool their rowdy behavior. Seriously they were like kids on Christmas morning…wait…ha!
After that the sounds of wrapping paper filled the air. I snapped a few pictures with my camera, smiling as I did so. Then Tyler yelled.
"You got me a car?!" he jumped up excitedly waving the keys.
"Hold on there 15 year old! It's not a car per say. Just go outside and look." he did just that. But he used his wolfy reflexes to jump over Boyd and fly out the door. The rest of us followed.
Sitting beside my Mustang was a black and blue four-wheeler with a big red bow on it. I saw his eyes light up. I know why my parents always watched us first before opening their own gifts. The sparkle in Tyler's eyes when we saw what 'Santa' had left made my heart soar. I'm sure it did for them too.
Tyler yanked me into a big wolf hug and thanked me over ten times before we walked back in the house.
They all laughed and thanked each other for the gifts they received. Boyd looked a little nervous. Him and Erica were now exchanging presents. As she got up to get his from behind the tree he grabbed her hand and propped himself on one knee. Holy cannoli Batman!
"Erica, I know we've always had this connection. I don't want to ever let you go. Please marry me," he asked simply. I covered my mouth in awe. The room was silent before she squealed and jumped on him making them crash on a pile of reindeer wrapping paper saying yes over and over again before he slipped the ring on her finger. We all said our congratulations and Erica came over to show me, the only girl in the room, the ring. Because really, did guys even care what it looked like?
"It's beautiful!" I told her honestly as I gazed at the canary yellow, solitaire circular diamond ring.
"I just can't believe he asked!" She whispered with tears in her eyes.
I squeezed her hand. Erica and I have never been on the best of terms, but due to our recent sleeping cohabitants and hanging out together as part of the pack, we've come to a mutual no-bitching or cat fighting agreement. And I have to say, she wasn't bad when she let her guard down.
"Everyone deserves to be happy, Erica. With all that you and Boyd have been through. You two deserve it." I told her and she cocked her head a bit, I guess she was trying to decide on what to say. Before I knew it she engulfed me in a hug.
"Thank you, Brooke. Really. I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you," she mumbled.
"That's the past. Don't worry about it. And I'm serious. You and Boyd are great together."
Now it was me and Derek's turn. I swiped a small rectangular box from inside the tree and handed it to him. He shook it like a child trying to decipher what it was. It gave an unsatisfying rattle. I rolled my eyes.
After ripping off the paper and opening the box he took out the photo. His brows furrowed in confusion.
"Anything look familiar?" I asked playfully.
He stared at the picture for a little longer, and I'm guessing at the point where his eyes widened he found the familiar photograph canvased on a large board plastered on the wall on the right side of the picture.
"It's already set up. Peter helped me a lot." I told him gesturing to the smiling Peter. Damn he wasn't saying anything. "If you don't like it you can change whatever you want. I have the receipts, I just figured you were doing all that work on the house and you had no 'family' room," I finger quoted as I rambled on. Say something damnit!
"You continue to amaze me," he said looking up at me still holding the photo when he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Figured all that testosterone in one house needed a man cave." I laughed. "Or wolf cave, whatever you want to call it." I waved my hand in the air nonchalantly.
"Let me see it!" Isaac shouted, his ears perking up at the sound of man cave.
They all took turns looking at the photo. The fifty five inch LED TV dominated the largest wall. It had a twelve seated dark brown leather sectional with reclining chairs in front of it separated by a matching ottoman. The couch matched the rest of the furniture in the house with its old time look, with brass circular pins on the armrests and seams. The gaming unit and DVD collection stood on both sides of the television in a built-in shelving unit that went from floor to ceiling, which, by the way, was completely set in real stone rocks. It looked like an au natural cave. Behind the sofa was a large canvased photo of all of us on my graduation day. On the floor was a vintage carpet. And in the far corner was a bar area with all marble counters and stainless steel appliances.
"So you really like it?" I asked nervously.
"Of course I do. It's really extreme and you shouldn't have spent so much money. I don't even want to think about what this cost you," he said shaking his head. "But I love it."
"Well I figured since you were making enough room for the pack to live there, might as well have a place you can all be together….like families should," I whispered.
"Here's yours," he said without another word about the photo.
Handing me a smaller box, similar to the one I gave him, but with a large green bow wrapped around it. I took hold of it wondering what it could be. I mimicked his actions from earlier and shook the box. This one did give a satisfying rattle.
Shimmying the ribbon off, I lifted the lid. Nestled on shimmering paper was a brass key and keychain. The keychain was a simple black wolf in mid howl. But what was the key for? I looked at Derek for an explanation.
He coughed uncomfortably sensing everyone's stares. "It's a key to my house," he informed me. "I want to ask you to move in with me."
What? My mind drew a blank. Cannot compute! He was asking me to live with him. To be in the same bed with him. Every. Single. Night.
"I can't," I said shaking my head. I looked over to Tyler who was staring at me probably wondering who I'd pick. Him or Derek. "I'm sorry, Derek. But I have my brother to think about," I told him in a low voice, trying to break it to him easily. "I can't just leave him with nowhere to go. He's my responsibility."
"Oh thank God," he breathed. His shoulders slumped in relief. Why am I not fucking understanding shit right now?
"So you never wanted to me to move in?" I asked harshly.
"No! That's not what I mean! I know you have Tyler! We have a guest house, an add-on I made for all of them. You both, I meant to ask you both to move in with me, with us," he amended.
"Oh." That's all that came out of my mouth. He knew I wasn't coming without Tyler. He thought it through at least. But I still wasn't sure. This was something I'd need to talk to my brother in private about.
"Do you mind if I give this some thought first?" I gestured my head to Tyler's vicinity.
"That's fine." He smiled. Thank God he's not mad.
We turned to face everyone and their eyes wandered somewhere else. The tree, the trashcan, and the front door were the most popular. I wrapped my fingers around the key and stuck it in the pocket of my robe. In my peripherals I could see Derek's smirking at the action.