Disclaimer: You already know who Teen Wolf belongs to. Also, this work was inspired by Bundled Love written by OliviaMarie

Chapter One: First Night

I had showered off the stench of smoke and burning meat. Scrubbing my body and hair vigorously and taking the extra time under the hot spray to release the tension in my muscles.

I slipped on a decently cute pair of underwear and a loose night shirt to wear for bed. I was in the need for cute and comfortable given my activities earlier tonight. After, I curled up in bed, light off and only the light from the moon filtering in through the window, staring at the ceiling.

Peter is dead. The rogue alpha wouldn't be attacking any of the remaining members of the Argent family. His madness died with him.

Kate is dead. She couldn't target and hurt other packs the way she did the Hales.

I wasn't sad about either of them being dead. I was sympathetic to a degree toward Allison, because she loved her aunt, but her aunt was a murderous psychopathic bitch. She couldn't help who she was related to, until recently she didn't realize anything was wrong with her aunt. Her eyes were opened and then minutes later they watched her aunt die in front of her.

It's always difficult when there's a death in the family, but this situation? There would be a whole new category of fucked up that would undoubtedly mess with Allison.

I shook the thought away, focusing on something else.

Derek became the Alpha tonight.

Scott was angry because he believes the older beta took away his chance to be a normal teenager again. I don't buy it one hundred percent, but I don't have evidence to refute it either. Either way, that won't likely go away any times soon.

I was curious how the new influx of power would change Derek. He's been a beta all his life, had a certain amount of strength and power that came with the territory. Now, though. . . . .

I grabbed my phone and dug up everything I could. I researched until my eyes grew heavy and the words started to blur.

I set my phone aside, rubbing my eyes and settling down to sleep.

I frowned, blinking groggy eyes open. What woke me?

I didn't hear anything unusual. Nothing too loud or intrusive to warrant my waking. So, why in the flying-?

Derek's feet landed on the floor silently, his body twisting as he turned to close the window.

"Dude," I groaned stretching my arms and legs out lazily. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

He didn't answer me, red eyes flicking to the four corners of my bedroom before staying on me.

"It's ass o'clock and I should still be asleep." I grumbled. I had school tomorrow. Or was it today? What time was it, anyway?

"I need a pack." He growled like that explained everything, stalking silently over to my bed. He grabbed a fistful of my blanket, dragging it off of me and exposing my sleep warmed skin to the cooler air. Oh, and also his wolf eyes.

"I'm not part of your pack." I respond, my words slow and measured-go me!-given the mystery time. I eyed him warily. I didn't appreciate the sudden cold, but I wasn't angry enough to pick a fight with a werewolf over it. I tried to grab my blanket blindly, resisting the urge to turn my head, knowing from experience the more I moved the colder I'd get. "I'm definitely not a wolf, either."

"We could change that." He replied easily, sitting on the bed. "I could give you the bite right now."

His words were low, meant to be seductive and lure me in.

"No." I told him flatly. I currently had no plans to alter my body in ways that lead me to want to tear people to bits.

I didn't point out the pout he was now sporting. I deserved chocolate and sweet sugary goodness as rewards for my restraint.

"I need a pack." He repeated, his words soft and his red eyes glowing. "Any kind of pack. You could help me create a pack."

His hand slid across the space between us, touching my foot and slipping up to stroke my ankle. His eyes strayed to my stomach, leaving no doubt what his double meaning entailed. If I wouldn't let him bite me, his other suggestion was for me to have his baby. Merge bloodlines and all that.

I sat up, raising an eyebrow at him. "You realize how that sounds, right? What you're asking of me?"

His eyes had stayed glued to my empty stomach. His nostrils flaring with every breath.

"You're ovulating." He breathed out. "It's the perfect time. I can protect you, I can protect the child. Let me breed you, Stiles. Let me rebuild my family."

It almost sounded like he was begging, which was foreign and I didn't know how to feel about that. Best not think about it now. Focus, girl!

"Derek." I huffed in exasperation, pushing his wandering hand into more neutral territory. Serious discussions mean no sexy wandering hands are allowed. Even if they were attached to a sexy Sourwolf that wanted to 'breed me'. . . . Nope. No. Bad Stiles! Focus! "Why me?"

"I need pack. You'd be a good pack member. You'd be a good mother to the children that we create together. Help with the betas that I make with the bite. Look how well you did with Scott?" He praised lowly, rubbing his hands and face along my legs. They were getting higher with every passing minute.

"Does it have to be tonight?" I ask, partly out of curiosity and partly because I'm still tired.

He rumbles, his face literally inches from my crotch.

I huff, pushing his face away. A girl likes to be asked first, dude and we haven't discussed this option in our possible baby making itinerary. "Fine."

He pouted again, but let me push his face to a more acceptable location near my knee.

"I'll let you sex me up, big guy, but I have some conditions." I announce, ignoring his happy rumbling and satisfied smirk. "First of all, you don't turn anyone without my permission. If we're in this thing, we're in it together. I reserve the right to call you out if you choose to turn someone that would cause problems immediately or in the future."

He nods. "I can do that."

"Second, we talk about this in the morning when you don't have a one track mind. Third, we tell my dad everything. We tell him about the baby and werewolves. . . .the whole deal." I couldn't hide a pregnancy from my father. Derek was going to be in my life and also making more werewolves so that was another thing that wouldn't be easy to try to keep from him.

It would be best to ease my father into all of this and give him time to come to terms with what it would mean.

"That's agreeable." He growled, the growl turning into a rumble when I shifted down the bed until I was nestled underneath him.

He settled his body on me carefully, his arms holding most of his weight.

I raised a hand to his cheek, caressing the skin there and watching his reaction. He stared steadily back at me. I leaned in and kissed him softly, carding my fingers through his hair to see if it was as soft as it looked. It was, but the rest of him was harder planes of muscles. Steel wrapped in skin, I'd heard the phrase before but didn't think it applied until now.

He deepened the kiss, licking into my mouth. I ran my tongue over his elongated teeth curiously, careful not to cut myself on them. He broke the kiss more than once to pay attention to my neck and give me a chance to catch my breath a little bit.

I snuck my hands under his shirt, feeling up his back. I'd wanted to touch his muscles since I met him.

I moaned, back arching a little when he mouthed at my collarbone, sucking on it.

"Off." I urged, tugging at the hem of his shirt insistently. The kissing and touching was making me burn, I wanted more skin contact.

He leaned up and stripped off his shirt, tossing it carelessly in a vague direction to land on my floor. I took the opportunity to sit up long enough to wiggle out of mine, the rush of cool air hitting my pebbling nipples. I met him halfway, lips locking in a kiss and letting his weight press me backwards on the bed. My breasts were flattened against his chest, I liked the feeling.

I licked the roof of his mouth, making him growl and push me down onto the bed; dominating the kiss as he worked at his pants. As soon as his jeans and boxers were down, I glanced in the minimal space between us to check out his dick.

It was flushed an angry red, the tip weeping a clear fluid.

I honestly couldn't say if it was an average size, the only references I have are anatomy books I looked at for kicks.

Speaking of red, his eyes had stayed the same color since he arrived, but now his pupils were blown. Those eyes held a predatory gleam as they roved over my body, sending a shiver down my spine. It made my heart skip a beat and a nervous pit on my stomach. He'd never looked at me like that before and I wasn't sure how to handle that.

I wouldn't say I was scared of Derek, even shifted and wolfed out, he hasn't hurt me.

He pinned my arms and slithered down my body, licks and nips marking his progress until he reached my pubic hair. I pride myself on being clean and trimmed downstairs, this turn of events just made me more so. I swallowed thickly when he rubbed his nose through the trimmed hair there, his eyes glowing up at me.

I swear I nearly swallowed my tongue when he lowered his mouth the tiniest increment and licked up my folds in a single swipe.

Whimpering, I couldn't look away as Derek held eye contact and continued lapping at me, latching onto my clit and sucking before going down and sticking his tongue inside me. Widening my legs purely on instinct, I attempted to sit up a bit more before he used a hand to pull me back down, gripping me hips to get me to stay still. I moaned as he continued, using his teeth to skim my flushed, over sensitized skin gently, before turning his head and biting into my thigh with blunt human teeth and sucking a hickey into the pale flesh that was exposed to him.

It was the hottest thing I had ever seen him do. I felt ready to burst into flames.

I moaned loudly, louder than I strictly meant to, grabbing a hold of his hair and pulling him up my body for a kiss. I ignored the taste of myself on his lips, filing that away to analyze for a later time, if ever. I wrapped my legs around his waist because it felt natural and comfortable, his dick slotting against my stomach. In a fit of bravery, I reached down and put a hand on his dick, giving it a tentative experimental squeeze. I received a growl and a slight warning nip to my bottom lip as he gripped my hips tighter than necessary.

Derek nuzzled his face into my neck briefly, pulling back to study my face. "Stiles, are you sure this is okay?"

I smiled. He may be in a mating/alpha-pack-building-phase, but he won't hurt me.

"Yeah." I whispered, biting my lip so I wouldn't grin like an idiot. "I'm good, I promise."

The blush that instantly spread on my face when my words registered was worth it when he chuckled.

He gently pushed into me, not objecting when my hold on his hair tightened in a way that must have been painful. I fought to breath evenly through the sharp pinch of pain, but that's all it was. A pinch followed by a dull ache as he stretched me to accommodate him. He hid his face in my neck and his hot breath fanning over my skin.

"Shit." I breathed when it felt like he was done spearing me for the moment, tightening my legs so he couldn't move further. "It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I've heard things, so I expected horrible pain, you know?"

After a few moments, I bucked my hips experimentally.

"Okay. Let's do this. Slowly to start, if you please." I request cheekily.

The slow slide was nice, the ache eased the longer we moved together and the pleasure built up. He sped up a bit when I grabbed a handful of his ass, a growl tearing out of his throat.

The slapping sound of our skin simultaneously made me want to laugh and moan. The sound was weird, but the sensations that accompanied then were amazing. When he sped up more, his thrusts becoming harder and growls fell from his lips, I met him the best I could. My moans were poorly muffled in his shoulder when his hips started to stutter and hit places just right. The feeling of his balls hitting my ass made my breath hitch and added to the hype, for her. With one final hard thrust, he buried himself all the way in and didn't pull back out, groaning into her neck. His body slumped, his weight falling on his arms, but boneless like a puppet with its strings cut.

"You're heavy," I gasped for lack of anything better to say. Thank you? Glad you had fun, but I didn't have that magical moment?

"Give me a minute." Derek rasped, rubbing his nose along my neck.

I hummed in response. The arousal was still there for me, making me want to fidget or do something to sate it.

He hardened inside of me again, making me squirm at the strange feeling. I stared up at him as he lifted himself onto his elbows, starting a slower pace that had him hitting a spot inside me that made me thrash and grab onto him for support.

I moaned into his skin when he slid a hand between us to rub my clit and helping me along, so to speak.

I bit his shoulder to muffle my scream as my body seized, his growls turn into snarls and his second orgasm washes over him at the same time as mine.

I feel like I'm drifting away, closing my eyes and struggling to catch my breath.

Derek rolls so I'm laying on top of him, our bodies still joined together. He rubs a soothing hand over my back and covers us with the blanket to guard against the chill in the room.

Exhausted, I cuddled into Derek and fell asleep in record time.