A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest… *sighs*
Brooklyn was restless.
The bed was comfortable and held a warming embrace but she shivered beneath the plush thick comforter. She could feel the minutes ticking by, counting down to the second her self-will would slip away. As she stayed curled up thoughts trickled into her mind. What if the chains didn't hold? What if she escaped or worse hurt one of the guys? Brooklyn didn't know what she was truly capable of under the influence of the wolf but after what she did to Tyhurst a very frightening idea was forming.
"Brook," Derek stirred and groaned. He was half asleep when Brooklyn started growing agitated beside him. "Brook talk to me."
"What if I hurt one of the guys?"
"You won't. Danny Stiles and Scott know how to hold their own. They're upstairs right now keeping a lookout with Tyhurst."
She rolled over to face the dark haired werewolf. Derek didn't need light to see the apprehension looming in her eyes. He could feel it. Brooklyn had not eaten a single bite of the sandwich he had made for her earlier that night. The wolfsbane was tucked away in Stiles' room, safe from view and discovery. Derek had grown concerned over Brooklyn's gradual descent into despair.
"Hey," Derek reached out and lightly stroked her cheek. His thumb was greeted with the moist trail that traced her skin. "I'm not letting you go."
"I don't want to hurt you." Brooklyn confessed her worst fear. "You're not my mate…."
"Don't talk like that!" Derek felt his anger flaring at her painful admittance.
"But it's true! You were right! My loyalties are split, conflicted in ways I wish didn't exist. Ever since that day you found me I have never felt the same! I feel myself fighting itself even now! I can feel the pull! It's Jackson! I can hear him."
Derek drew her against his body and listened as she sobbed against his chest. His hand ran up and down in a soothing comforting way. Deep down he hated Jackson for what he did. He wanted to rip the teen's throat out with his teeth then watch as the blonde died a slow painful death.
"Hey," Scott called out in a groggy voice. "Is everything okay?"
"No," Derek heard himself say. "Brooklyn's having trouble sleeping."
Scott understood and headed back upstairs only to return five minutes later. Derek nodded in thanks as he took the tablet from Scott's open hand.
"Brook," Derek sat her up and passed the cup over. "You need to rest."
"No," she shook her head. "I won't be able to feel you."
"Yes you will. Please take this for me? I'm not leaving you. I'm staying right here with you."
Derek pleaded with his eyes hoping she would relent without putting up a fight. Brooklyn huffed and popped the tablet then chased it with the water.
"Happy now?" Derek flinched at the acid in her tone. He didn't want to make her do it but what other choice did they have?
Brooklyn curled back into the bedding with Derek latched against her. His arms were safe and strong. She waited a few moments before spitting the table out and watched it vanish somewhere on the carpet. There was no way she was taking that damned thing! Instead she closed her eyes and forced a deep breath, focusing on the steady breathing behind her. She wanted to feel Derek beside her even if that meant she didn't sleep. Her fingers subconsciously raked up and down his powerful forearm, recalling the countless nights spent wrapped up in one another's presence.
Derek didn't move or even say a word when Brooklyn had spat the sleeping pill out. He shouldn't have been surprised by it either. Instead he snuggled in the space between her shoulder and neck, inhaling the body wash that was infused with vanilla and cinnamon. It was going to be nothing short of agonizing to watch Brooklyn struggle and fight against the restraints as the influence of the moon took control. But it was the only way to keep her away from Jackson and Peter!
"Derek," Brooklyn sighed and rolled around knowing it was going to be a long night. "You're angry I can feel it."'
"I'm angry for what we have to do to you. You've been through Hell."
"It's the only way Derek. You know what will happen if I don't stay."
"I can't stand the thought of it."
"Then don't think about it." She leaned in pressing her lips softly to his. "Think about the day you and I can be together without fear of retribution."
Derek nodded in silence, admiring how strong she was being.
"Also remember how much I love you Derek."
Jackson was stretched out on his bed, glancing over at the clock and watched as it turned from 11:59 to 12:00. He lay there and wondered if the mating bond would spontaneously take over or would it be gradual during the night? He didn't feel any different; at least not on the outside. Sleep continued evading him but he could tell his parents he wasn't feeling well which wouldn't be an entire lie. His dad was going to be out of town for a business meeting while his mom would be busy with her own devices. Jackson would have no trouble with keeping Brooklyn in his room.
Excitement and anticipation flooded his mind with visions of things that were to come. The wolf was starting to claw from inside, knowing the time was drawing close. The teen felt an odd sensation creeping into his lower body then steadily fan out to his legs then arms. He knew Brooklyn had to be feeling it too; the slow burn that continued to increase throughout his body. It almost felt like the onset of a fever as the heat enveloped his body until he broke out in a sweat. The thick scent of arousal loomed in the air as he remained sprawled out on top of the sheets despite the chill seeping in from the crack in the window.
Jackson couldn't halt the images that flooded his mind but really didn't want them too either. A tiny smile crept up along his lips as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his sleep pants. He imagined they were the delicious lips of his red haired mate that were brushing against him. Shivers of delight shuddered down his spine as he fisted his swollen member and slowly pumped his hand with steady deliberate strokes. The quiet sighs and moans passed between his slightly parted lips as his back arched off the bed. His heart thundered louder against his chest as he felt the tension drawing closer still. He knew this was the start of the mating craze as he jerked his cock harder in a fervent need for release.
His breathing turned shallow and lighter as he started to pant and groan in fits of pleasure. Jackson writhed on his bed as the thick sticky ropes shot across his hand and fingers then against the inside of his pants. His body exploded from the tension that had pooled in his lower body, causing him to buck his hips against his hand. He shot his other hand below, massaging the tender spot of skin and nerves behind his cock. Jackson bit down hard on his lower lip to keep from waking up his mom. The teen felt his sexual high starting to wane as his hips slowed then rested back on the bed. Jackson stayed frozen with his hands still inside his charcoal grey pants. He felt a sense of relief and ease from the powerful orgasm yet at the same time held a sense of emptiness.
I need her….
Brooklyn I need you…..
His voice was pained as it called out for his mate.
Jackson's hands retracted from their cottony confinement and swiped against the sides of the pants as the blonde got up and sought the cool healing touch of the shower.
Brooklyn opened her eyes and looked around the room. She heard Jackson whispering in her ear, claiming he needed her. Her body was charged with sharp pricks of electricity that stabbed between her legs and around the lower part of her torso. Brooklyn didn't have to guess why her body was acting in such a manner for it was responding to Jackson's self pleasuring. Yet she couldn't shut it out but attempted to ignore it regardless.
Her eyes caught the outline of the chains beyond the door of the spare room, waiting patiently for her to welcome their heavy embrace. Brooklyn secretly hoped they would keep her restrained and away from Jackson. Derek had told her after she was chained it would be then he would administer the wolfsbane.
It will burn like acid but it will prevent you from breaking free.
Brooklyn shivered unconsciously alerting Derek she was awake. The dark haired werewolf responded in kind by pressing a kiss against the back of her neck then snuggling closer against her.
"I'm here," he reaffirmed.
Well we shall see if the chains will hold or not...
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