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Stiles POV
I was in heaven.
I had to be.
Otherwise last night actually happened.
Isaac 'Fuck-Me-Sideways' Lahey mated with me.
He had sex with me.
He took my virginity, and it was glorious.
He hugged me to his body after he came. He whispered that he loved me into the darkness of my room, and I felt it to be true with every ounce of my being.
He loved me.
He really did.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
I wanted everything he could give me.
A house. A family. A life.
He could give me everything, and I wanted it. I wanted it all more than I had wanted anything in my entire life.
I loved Scott. But he didn't matter.
I loved my dad. But he didn't matter.
I loved my life here. But it didn't matter.
I could pack up and leave with him tomorrow and I wouldn't care, as long as he promised to stick by my side.
With him next to me, I felt like I could do anything.
But that might have just been the post-coital bliss talking, and really, I just loved the feel of his cock in my ass.
But whatever.
I think that's what first love feels like. Like.. Real true love. And I liked it.
Almost as an answer to my thoughts, Isaac asked, curiously, his thumb pressed between my brows, and a silly smile on his face, "What are you thinking about, Stiles?"
"Nothing," I answered, quietly, nuzzling my face into his neck, like a fucking pre-teen girl, "I'm fine."
He rolled his eyes, and tucked his arm behind his head, his other hand snaking around my waist, and pulling himself closer to me, pressing his toned thigh between my legs, and asked, "You sure?"
"Yeah.. Just tired," then as I turned on my side, I winced, visibly. The burning that I felt flame at my entrance was something that I didn't want to experience again. The ache travelled up the entire length of my spinal cord, and just.. Hummed. Not outright painful, but really uncomfortable.
Isaac placed his had, his warm, soft hand, on the small of my back, rubbing the pads of his fingers in small circles, and asked, "What's wrong, babe?"
My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, my ears burning a bright, annoying red, and I tucked my chin further in the pillow beneath my head.
"Talk to me, Stiles," he said, soothingly, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
My voice was muffled, but I knew he could hear me, and I mumbled, "My.. My ass hurts."
I thought he would laugh at me. Tell me that I was being stupid, and just laugh.
But he didn't.
He sighed, softly, and pressed a soothing kiss to the dip in my shoulder.
"Roll over. Onto your back. Do you have any soothing cream in your bathroom?"
Shaking my head, I said, "In my closet."
He quirked a brow, mischievously, and I said, my voice full of sarcasm, "I've hurt myself a lot over the years. I needed it in a handy place."
He dipped his head, and stood, shamelessly bare for all to see, and I blushed harder, knowing that.. That had been inside of me.
I heard him shuffle around in the closet, my face pressed in the crook of my elbow, and I felt the heat from his body as he returned, making the light dusting of hair on my arms stand on end.
"Roll on your back. Be careful, though. I tried to be.. Gentle," he said, his eyes trained on the pale, freckled dip in my back as I moved.
The ache worsened as I turned, but he asked me to, so I did what I was told.
He palmed the swell of my ass, softly, taking special care when his now-warm, slick fingers probed at my entrance.
The sheets were thrown from my body, revealing my naked body to the cool bedroom air, and I winced, fractionally. He chuckled, under his breath, and shuffled my legs apart, his touch tender and loving. He whispered against the exposed skin of my back, "Shh. I've got you," making my stomach curl and twist in longing. Heat pooled in my lower tummy, and I bit down on my bottom lip, tightening my hold on the pillow below me, to stop myself from groaning.
I shouldn't be getting hard over this. It wasn't right. I really shouldn't.
But his touch was so soft, and his tongue had felt so good against my skin last night, I would be an idiot to not want those sensations to be wracked through my body again. He trailed his fingers down the length of my ass, smoothing the cooling ointment along my crack, and his thumb probed my entrance, lightly, slicking my hole with the cooling balm.
Once he was done, he pressed a soft, affectionate kiss to both globes of my ass, making me yelp into the still air of my bedroom, and he chuckled against my pale skin. He groaned, his warm breath puffing against my body, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, "You have the most.. Delectable looking ass I've ever seen, Stiles."
He grinned, so wolfishly that I was sure his canines had elongated, if only for a brief moment, and said, as he slithered up the side of my body, "I hope that stops it hurting. I don't smell any blood, so you're not torn, but still, soreness is a given. You were a virgin after all."
The mention of my lost virginity made me nervous, and, of course, I started babbling bout everything, embarrassing myself further, "Yeah.. Were. As in past tense. As in yesterday. Wow.. That actually happened, huh? I mean.. shit, well.. What.. What does that mean for us? You know."
He grinned, so beautifully, and said, "Yes. Were. You're mine now, Stiles," he wrapped his arms around my middle, and pulled me close, "All mine."
"All yours, Isaac," I said, kissing the tendon in his neck, "Always yours."
He grinned, languidly, down at me, then sighed, teasingly, "Now about your hard-on.."
-0-
"Spill. The. Details. Now!"
Obviously Lily was excited.
She had spent the night over at Derek's, and if the colossal mouth-shaped bruised that was imprinted in her skin said anything, she had had a lot of fun, too.
Almost an hour after Isaac left my house, having received a call from his Alpha - werewolf shit, apparently - I was able to get out of bed and not scream outin pain.
A shower was torture, and taking a piss was even worse, but shitting was out of the question for a while, so I decided against breakfast, if only for now.
Lily had text me while I was in the bathroom, and asked me to come over, saying she had something that she needed to talk about, urgently, so I made my way over, as quickly as I could, taking into consideration that pain that shot through me every time I so much as curled my toes.
This was getting real tiresome.
With a grin, I said, quietly, holding up the McDonalds dual meal that I had bought on my way, "Well if you let me inside, I'll tell you everything."
She smiled, grabbing the paper bags from me, and cooed, excitedly, "Ooh, food. Gimme."
Breathing out a grin, I handed her the lusciousness that was a McDouble Breakfast Burrito, and a coffee, just the way she liked it, while I kept my Pancakes and hot chocolate. I couldn't handle much more than that, honestly.
We shuffled onto the couch, Lily switched on the TV, and threw her hair back so it was trailing the length of her spine in a.. well, what do girls call it? Fish plaits? Well yeah, one of those, and grinned as she dug into the calorie-filled bag of deliciousness.
"So spill, Spud. What's the deal-io? You and Isaac get it on?"
She ground her hips into the thin air above her, like a horny puppy, and I couldn't help but throw my empty wrapper in her general direction, with a teasing scowl marring my features.
"Don't be so lewd."
She scoffed, and waved her hand through the air, dismissively, "Puh-lease, Stiles. Tell me what's going on! I'm dying here!"
Shrugging, but unable to stop myself from grinning like a crazy person, I said, almost inaudibly, "We.. We did it. Last night. We.. Had sex."
"YES!"
Rolling my eyes at her excitable antics, I said, "It wasn't anything like I expected."
Her brows raised, but not in that annoyingly suggestive manner that I would have expected from someone like Scott, but more in a conduct that reminded me of Lydia. That sarcastic, challenging look that made me want to chew ice, and punch walls at the same time.
"Yeah. Sex'll do that to you, sugar. Now.. Tell me. Was he worth it?"
"Yeah."
She grinned, widely, and sipped her coffee, idly, "Good. I was worried I was going to have to show him who's boss here. You're still my Spud, though, right?"
I rolled my eyes at the softness in her tone, and said, "Nothing's going to tear me away from you, stupid."
I raised my little finger up at her, and she joined them together in a locking embrace. She said, strongly, "Pinkie swear, doll."
"Pinkie swear, Simba."
Alright, guys. I've decided to create a system into my stories - I'll upload every other Sunday, so you'll get a chapter every fortnight. It's the best I can do - I'm sorry. The work load is only going to get harder, and I'm hoping to keep you guys filled it along the way! I love you guys, and, each and every one of you - have a wonderful day!
