Hi everyone, I am sorry for the wait, but school has been insane lately. I wanted to look a little more closely at the whole bloodlust thing so this chapter focuses a bit on that. The next chapter really moves into the next stage of the plot. I know a few of you have asked about them going home and eventually they will, but right now it is not safe for most of them as Jade and Allison and Sophia would be prime targets for the hunters because they are all an affront to the hunter's beliefs, that is why Chris told Scott and Allison to keep away. However a little bit of Beacon Hills may show up soon. As always, thank you all for reviewing, it means a lot to me and it keeps me motivated. Enjoy!
Chapter 38
After breakfast Lydia and Jackson made their way into the woods to invoke the Kanima or whatever Derek and Laura made a list of supplies and headed to town to resupply the other went to run practice drills, leaving Erica and Stiles to do laundry. Laundry quickly turned into kissing and that is what led them to stumbling into Erica's room a fumble of hands and lips. Closing the door behind him Stiles quickly spun them, slamming Erica into the wooden door with more force than needed but just enough force to turn her on. She giggled before grabbing his neck, pulling him down to kiss her again.
Swirling his tongue around her mouth, he pulled back and biting her bottom lip as his hands lowered to her hips, sliding them around to cup her ass. Squeezing he drew another sigh out of Erica before he slide his hands up her skirt and applied enough pressure to her upper thighs to get her to spread her legs, lifting them around his waist. Pushing her further against the door, Stiles nibbled and licked his way down her throat.
"Oh, oh God," she moaned grinding her core against his belly, grasping the back of his head as he hit a sensitive spot. Pulling away from the door, Stiles walked them over to her bed before dropping her unceremoniously onto the red comforter. "Shirt off" she commanded and Stiles quirked an eyebrow at her aggressive tone. Smirking she rose to her knees, locking her eyes with his, both glinting with mischief as she slowly unbuttoned her top, sliding it off her shoulders and tossing it aside, revealing a lacey white bra. Blonde curls wild and eyes a bit crazed, she looked ravishing. Reaching forward, she fisted Stiles' t- shirt, pulling him forward she licked her lips before dragging the shirt over his head and throwing it in the direction of her own. Moving towards him, Stiles leans forward to kiss her, but is shocked when she ducks her head and drags her moist tongue up the ridge of his abs, veering left to bite his nipple causing Stiles to moan and bury his fingers in her hair.
Twisting his fingers into a fist in her hair, Stiles pulled Erica's head even with his own, taking her face in his other hand, he ran his thumb over her lips and cheek bone, "Erica, I love you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Quirking her head a bit as the sincerity of his statement cut through her lust haze, "I love you too" he pulled her forward to kiss her, the kiss sweet and loving and passionate. Erica reached for Stiles' jeans, pulling him closer and flipping the button open, Stiles moves his hand to still her movements. Pulling back dejected, Erica looked up, the hurt at being stopped clear in her eyes. "Erica," he all but growls, the restraint this is taking his clear in his voice, "No," She giggled for a moment, reaching for him again, again he stayed her hand, "Seriously, no, not today."
"Why?" She asks her eyes sad and her arms crossing herself in an attempt to cover her chest. Sighing, Stiles dropped to the bed beside her, "Because, I don't want our first time to be because of the fucking moon." Looking incredulously at him for a moment, Erica started to giggle, the giggle turning into a full blown laugh as she drops back to the bed, hands over her face, knees pulled up onto the bed. Looking at her Stiles sighs again, exasperated, "What is so funny?"
"Fucking moon. It is just such an apt description because it makes me want to tear your clothes off and fuck you until you bleed."She continues laughing maniacally. "That disturbing image aside, you understand why I stopped right?" He asks, timid. Getting her laugh under control, Erica sat up and pulled him into a hug, "Yeah, I get it and thank you because your right in a way, but, me wanting you, me wanting to take this further is about how much I love you, not just the moon." Leaning forward, she kissed him, pulling the back of his head, leading his body down beside her on the bed. "But the moon does make it feel like my blood is boiling and nothing can calm it down."
Pulling his head back, Stiles smiled, "Woman you are going to be the death of me," pulling away, he stood, moving away from the bed needing to put some distance between himself and Erica. "Look, I am not going to sleep with you because of the moon lust thing, but I have an idea. Do you trust me?"
Raising her eyebrows, "Um, yes I trust you with my life, but what are you talking here Stiles?" Moving towards her with purpose, Stiles grabs Erica behind her knees and slides her towards the edge of the bed. Sliding his large hands up her thighs, Stiles reaches the hem of her skirt, pausing he leans forward, laying a kiss to belly, just below her navel, nipping at the bottom of her navel, he dips his tongue in and swirls it before nipping the top causing Erica to sigh as she ran her hand over his buzzed hair. Sliding his hands up, he opened the button on her skirt and unzipped it, leaning back, he locks eyes with her before pulling gently. Erica raised her hips, eyes still on his, mouth slightly opened.
Pulling her skirt and underwear down her legs, Stiles lifts each of her feet out of them before lowering himself to his knees on the bed. Looking down at Erica, he watched her squirm a bit, obviously uncomfortable with being this exposed in front of him. She unconsciously pulled her legs together, as if trying to hide herself from his view.
Leaning forward, Stiles crawls between her legs, gripping her knees and pushing the apart gently. Moving up, kissing the swell of her breast before moving his way up the column of her throat, to her ear and finally her lips. Sliding his hand under her, he expertly unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it off of her. "Stiles, what are you," Erica sighed as he moved back down her body, her words cut off when he reach her left nipple, swirling his tongue around it as he brought his hand up to her right breast squeezing the nipple between his fingers. "Oh, that feels so good," she moaned, cupping the back of his head, pulling him into her, arching her back toward him. Biting down, Stiles heard Erica cry out, unable to suppress the sound.
Licking and biting his way down her belly, Stiles felt her tense under him as he kissed her inner thigh, running his tongue in a circle around the hollow of her knee, he sat back, "Erica, you need to relax,"
"Stiles, I've never, I "She looks down, "I know Erica, I haven't either. In fact I might completely suck at this, but it is the best idea I can come up with to quench the moon lust without doing anything we are not ready for." After a moment's consideration, she nods, leaning forward to kiss him again. Pressing her to the mattress, he moves down her body again, kissing her way up the inside of her legs. Erica pressed her legs apart and tried to relax and focus on the pressure building in her low belly. Sliding his hands around her hips, Stiles pulled her closer to him, sliding his nose between her folds, pressing a gentle kiss to her center. There were a few awkward moments as he familiarized himself with the terrain, rooting around a bit. As he finds her clit, he rolls his tongue around it, sucking hard for a moment before bringing his hand up to press her folds apart and causing Erica to cry out and sink her blunt nails into his scalp. Trying hard to focus on the sounds that Erica as making and the motions that she reacted to most vocally, he brought his tongue to her opening, dipping it in tasting her. She taste like mangoes ran through his head before he gently slid his finger into her tight, hot, wet body.
Arching her back toward him as he sunk his finger into her, Erica cried out as he brought his mouth back to her clit. Sliding his finger out and the back in a few times, she cried out something between a growl and a moan as he added another one with his next thrust. Needing to see her, Stiles moved his other hand to press her clit while the other continued to pump in and out of her. Looking up at her, all flushed skin, glistening with sweat and pulsing with anticipation, her thighs quaking, Stiles felt himself harden to an uncomfortable degree, his dick straining against the denim prison of his jeans. "God I love you, you are so beautiful," he whispered before moving his mouth back to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her at an increasing pace, suddenly he felt her blindly grab at his head before moving her hands to her own thighs, her claws digging into the soft flesh there as she cried out in release cumming around his fingers. He continued to lick her clean, leaning back as she panted her way back to earth he moved to join her on the bed, she rolled toward him, "wow, I wow" she muttered into his shoulder, pulling him closer, needing to feel him against her shaking body.
"So I didn't suck at that?" He asks in his typical sarcastic cadence.
"Well you sucked, but just in all the right ways," She smirked, kissing him, "I have never felt anything like that," she panted, he breath damp against his bare chest, "I've never, you know."
"Really?" He cut her off, knowing that she was a virgin, but not knowing that she had never had an orgasm, "No, now I understand what all of the fuss is about." She yawned, curling into Stiles and sliding into sleep. He held her close, kissing her head and pulling a blanket over them as he tried to make the raging hard- on go away.
After Lydia and Jackson returned from the woods, Lydia all but stumbled into her bedroom, stripping her clothes off as she made her way to the bathroom. Hearing the shower when she entered, she decided to join Derek, mostly because she was too tired to wait for him to finish showering and she did not want to crawl into bed smelling like mud and river water. Opening the door to the shower, Lydia slid her arms around Derek's back, leaning into him. "Hey baby," he turned, kissing her forehead.
"Hey," she turned her head up and kissed him.
"Are you okay?" He asked as he lathered her hair taking in her listless state.
"I am just so tired," she yawned as he rinsed her hair, allowing herself to be bathed. Derek quickly finished washing her and rinsed both of them off before shutting off the shower and opening the doors to grab a towel for each of them. Drying himself and wrapping a towel around himself he moved to dry Lydia and wrap her in a towel, looking over the exhausted girl he stooped to pick her up and carried her to the bed. "I'm cold." She muttered, shivering a bit.
Derek moved quickly building a fire in the fireplace and pulled on a pair of sweat pants before moving back to the bed with flannel pj bottoms for Lydia and a t-shirt. Pulling the wet towel off of her he slips her feet into the pants, pulling them up, pulling the shirt over her head Derek let his fingers to her belly, smiling to himself as he listened to his son's heartbeat. Lydia looks down at him, badass Alpha kneeling before her, gently dressing her and caressing her belly—it made her feel oddly powerful. From the tilt of his head, she knew that he was listening to their son. Running her hand through his hair, Lydia smiled, "You are a good man Derek Hale."
Looking up at her, he smirked, "Oh really?"
"Really," She kissed his forehead, "How does he sound? Our little boy?"
"Beautiful, just like his mother," He smiles back, rising up to kiss her. "Right now he is just making me very tired, it is like I am running a marathon every day."
"Are you taking your vitamins?"
"Yes mom, I am taking my vitamins and eating and taking it easy," She rolls her eyes.
"You don't know how to take it easy," He scoffed, "Speaking of, how did everything go today?" He asked as he climbed in the bed with her, Lydia snuggling into his chest. Yawning again, "It worked; I can push Jackson to Kanima form and pull him back. He can also control his actions and remember everything in his Kanima form."
"Wow, that is good news," Derek was shocked that it had actually worked.
"Yeah and I puked at him so now he knows about the baby," she continued as if it was not a big issue, Derek chuckled at her nonchalance, "Well I guess that is one person off the to tell list," Running his hands through her hair he asked, "So how did her take it?"
"Better than I expected actually, he understands that you make me happy and that this baby is also going to make me happy.' She looked up at him, the firelight reflecting off her face lighting her eyes making her love and contentment clear.
Pulling her a fraction closer, he asks, "Is that true? Are you happy Lydia? Because sometimes I feel like all of this has been thrown at you and you are just so young," he began, she cut him off, "Yeah, I am happy for the first time in my life I feel truly content and at peace and I didn't know how to make that happen before. It is like I told Jackson, the girl I was, the girl who lived for her parent's approval and the acceptance of the high school social ladder died that night on the field when Peter attacked me. The person that I am, the person I am happy being is this person—Alpha female, your wife, Jade and Isabel's mom." Chuckling she added, "Pregnant." Unable to respond, Derek pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.
"You are amazing Lydia, truly amazing." Kissing her once more, he watched her fall asleep, listening to the steady beat of her heart and of the heart of their son inside her. For that few hours Derek allowed himself to get lost in the wonder of his life and how much it had changed over the last year.
Allison tossed in her bed, unable to get comfortable in her own skin, she felt like her skin was too tight, too hot. She struggled to find a place that was cool in the sheets, but she couldn't. When Scott entered the room, she was overwhelmed by the smell of him. He had been running with Boyd and he smelled like the forest and sweat, she called out, "Scott," her voice was whining and desperate.
He hurried to her side, obviously worried, "What's wrong baby?"
"Scott," she sighed, "I need you."
"What, what's wrong?" He asked, clueless and looking around for what she could need.
Sitting up with some difficultly, Allison grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard. "I need you, you idiot. I need you inside me. I feel like my skin is going to combust if I don't cum and I am going to need you inside me when that happens." She states bluntly, shocking Scott more than a little bit. Once he processes her words for a moment, he realizes what is going on, "Your skin feels too hot and too tight, like you just need to rip it open in order to feel better?"
Nodding, Allison's haze is broken by his words, "Yeah, exactly."
Chuckling, Scott continues, "It's the moon; that is how bloodlust feels. The moon is affecting you like it does us."He explains as he pushes her hair back from her face, resting his hand on her neck, allowing his thumb to caress her throat.
Moaning, she leans into him, "Really, this is what that feels like?" He nods and the replaces his hand with his mouth kissing her neck. Grabbing his head, Allison growls, "Good, then you understand. Now take off your pants." She reaches for the fly of his jeans, he tries to still her hands, "Scott don't fucking try to stop me, I need this." Locking eye with her he sees the lust filled haze covering her eyes, taking a deep breath he is overwhelmed with the scent of her arousal he feels the wolf inside of him go wild at the scent of his mate. Releasing her hand, he leans forward and kisses her deeply, breaking only to allow Allison to pull his shirt over his head and standing momentarily to strip the rest of his clothes.
Now nude, he quickly removed Allison's clothes, marveling at her body in her late pregnancy. He knew that she was a little self- conscious about her size but he was amazed at her body's ability to change and accommodate their daughter. Running his hand over her belly, he lowers her to the bed, facing her as he continues to kiss her and cares her. "Oh God Scott, I need this to move a little faster," he chuckled at her candidness, realizing that he had been running all day to burn off the excess bloodlust energy, but she was trapped in bed, unable to release any of that energy. Kissing her again, he lowered his hand to her core, stroking her a few times before plunging his fingers in her. Pumping two fingers in and out of her a few times, Scott watched as Allison threw her head back digging her fingers into his shoulders as he pushed herself down onto his hand.
Grabbing his head again, Allison kissed him with more force than he could remember her ever using before. Pushing his hand away, Allison rolled over so that her back was facing Scott, for a moment Scott was confused, but then he realized that she wanted him to enter her and she could not be on top this time. Taking his dick in his hand, he pumped it a few times before pulling her leg over his hip and lining up his body to hers. Allison leaned back and kissed him as he plunged into her body, causing her to gasp in pleasure against his lips. Grabbing her hips, he gave over to the bloodlust inspired by the moon and desire that filled the room and thrust hard and fast into her. The brutal pace has them both panting and moaning, Allison running her hands and nails over the parts of Scott that she could reach. Scott could feel the pressure building in his low belly and balls and knew that he didn't have long left, reaching forward, he found Allison's clit and gave it a few quick pinches and she came screaming, her body grasping at his cock as her muscles milked him triggering his own hard orgasm. Scott panted into Allison's shoulder, unable to slow his heart rate, "That was," he gasp.
"Yeah," she panted back, kissing him again as he pulled his body from her own. After a few minutes, they rolled to face one another, still kissing and touching each other as they came down from the sex high that filled them. "Is it always like that for you? Every full moon?"
"Yeah, the bloodlust is, but sex with you is always that intense. I wonder why you are feeling the bloodlust," he questions out loud.
"I think it is the baby, she is getting ready to come out so I am feeling not just food cravings and stuff, but also her werewolf cravings, my little she-wolf," Allison smiles as she runs her hands over her belly, both she and Scott feeling the baby move where her belly was pressed against his own abdomen.
"Maybe," He kisses her forehead, seeing her eyes grow heavy. Allowing himself to relax, he fell asleep with the pressure of his daughter moving against his belly from inside her mother, content in the closeness and safety of his family. For the moment he was overwhelmed with the love that filled him for Allison and his little girl. It was in this moment that Scott found peace with being a werewolf, with the changes that life had brought him, because those changes had brought him to this place.