I woke up in total darkness to lips on my throat, the barest hint of stubble scraping against my skin, the lips working in a pattern that ran up one side across my neck and down the other side. I registered the weight pressing me down in a familiar way and a clothed erection grinding into my leg, which led me to realize I was in fact still wearing clothes. My hands reached blindly, my body relaxing more when I felt the leather under my hands.

"Derek." I sighed, titling my head to give him better access. The glaring red numbers on my alarm clock read one a.m.

He lifted off of me slightly, enough that he could grab the edge of my cropped tank top and tug on it, asking silent permission. The erection was the most obvious evidence that the haze had probably returned, if only temporarily. The red glow of his eyes in the dark and the steady low growl were added indicators that he was very aroused, more wolf than man. I nodded, sliding my hands until I found the gap in his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders, scratching my nails down his arms a little through the material of his shirt in the way I found he liked. Not too hard, though, just enough that he could feel it. He tugged my tank top up until my breasts were exposed, leaning down and sucking a nipple into his mouth. I moaned, fingers carding through his hair and rearranging our lower halves so he was cradled between my legs. He laved and nibbled my nipples, the skin of my breasts and the valley between them. He used his free hand to squeeze and roll the nipple he didn't have his mouth on. He alternated, driving me up the wall as I burned helplessly and bucked my hips up into him.

"Clothes off. Now." I groaned, hungry and impatient to feel him stretch me open as he fucks me until I temporarily forget my own name.

He sat on his heels, stripping his shirt off in one smooth maneuver that left me both jealous and grateful. I threw my tank top carelessly on my messy floor, wiggling out of my shorts and panties while he shed his pants. The sight of his dick made my mouth go dry, I hadn't imagined it's size the first time. I wanted to do so many dirty things to it, but most pressing of those is I wanted Derek to fuck me with it.

He shoved his clothes off the bed and covered my body with his. He sucked bruises on my neck, across my collarbone and on each breast. His mouth kept slowly traveling downward, his pace unhurried, one hand snaked up my thigh. I jolted and moaned unashamedly when his fingers skimmed my labia teasingly, a single probing digit slipping further down, dipping briefly into my wetness and then circled my clit. I shifted my hips, trying to make his finger touch my clit directly, aching for more. He nuzzled my stomach above where my womb rested, delving his tongue in my belly button and proceeding down. I caught on to where he was heading, remembering him doing this the first time we had sex. A shiver of anticipation raced through my veins, blood pounding in my ears as I waited for him to reach his goal.

I wasn't disappointed.

I shouted in pleasure as he dove in, back arching and hands clenching in the sheets instinctively. He ate me out. That's the only way I could describe what he was doing to me.

He approached oral sex with complete confidence and enthusiasm. He ate me out like he was a starving man and I was the feast he needed to survive. He ate me out like he was extracting water from my body after going without for days. I cried out and begged, my voice breaking and my legs shook as he wrung the pleasure from my body. The first orgasm hit me fast, crashing over me and leaving me breathless. He fucked three fingers into me, his mouth closed around my clit and sucking, stimulating me through it until I was writhing away from his hand and his mouth. He pet me softly, giving me time to come down, before he started the process again. I cried out, called his name, and then babbled nonsense punctuated with moans or cries of 'yes', 'fuck' or 'please'. He crawled up my body and thrust into me in one smooth glide, the added wetness from my two orgasms eased his way.

"Yes!" I hiss almost deliriously, the full feeling one I had been nearly frantic for . . . for however long he'd been teasing me. "Oh, God."

He started off with smooth, shallow strokes, hands planted firmly on the mattress on either side of my head and his forehead resting on my temple.

"C'mon, c'mon." I moaned, bucking my hips up into his and urging him to go faster, harder.

He complied, his strokes going deeper and his hip bone bumping my clit. His grunts and growls joined my moans, they grew louder, the slapping sound of flesh on flesh music to my ears.

He faltered, hooking his arms under my legs and hiking them over his shoulders. I sucked in a sharp breath, which turned into a loud moan when he leaned forward so I was folded practically in half. He fucked into me harder, his speed and force increasing until he was jack hammering into me.

"Ah, fuck!" I cried, my hands scrabbling above my head to clutch at something, anything. His dick hitting a spot that lit my entire body up from the inside and made my walls clench around him. I babbled, pleading and cussing, my voice breaking as the pressure built in my gut. It spread to my chest, my arms and then my toes, exploding outward as I came hard.

He didn't let me rest, not truly, his thrusts were slow and gentle as I came. When I relaxed fully, he pulled out of me, leaning back on his ankles. He pat my hip, gesturing for me to roll over and oh . . . oh.

I'd always wanted to try this.

I obediently, but shakily, rolled onto my stomach and struggled to make my limbs comply. He helped me lift onto my hands and knees, fixing my posing when I wobbled unsteadily and kissed the middle of my left shoulder. The slide of him in this position. . . felt naughtier to me, like he was sneaking in the back way and he seemed to drag a little bit. I lost all the breath in my body when he pumped harder, intentionally going deeper. He sunk further in than he ever had in the other position, even when his balls were slapping my ass.

Now, though. Now, they slapped against my pussy. Now, the harder and faster he went, the quicker I became mindless with pleasure.

"Shit! Oh, God!" I almost screamed, my arms buckling and my top half resting on the bed. Derek was bent over my raised ass, fucking into me harder and faster the louder I cried out. An endless cycle I supported one thousand percent.

I clenched hard around his dick when he spanked my ass. So he did it again. And again.

"Oh, fuck! Ah, ah, ah, ah!" The last were breathy little moans, I was so close I just needed.

He reached a hand underneath me, flicking my clit in time to his thrusts. That was the last push I needed, I came so hard I saw stars, my whole body seizing up. He roared, shoving himself in all the way and staying there, hot streams of his come shooting into me.

We collapsed in an uncoordinated, sweaty, exhausted heap. Our chests were heaving, his sticking to my back whenever it made contact. My legs trembled and I was sore, but in a good way. I am definitely going to feel the consequences of that for the rest of the day. Every time I have to sit in an uncomfortable chair in class or in the cafeteria I was going to feel what Derek did to me. I was laying on my right side, facing my bedside table. Out of pure curiosity, I checked the time.

The clock read three forty five.

The sweat was beginning to cool on our skin when I decided to give in to the urge to get up and use the restroom. It was way too early for a shower.

I did my business, gingerly wiping between my legs with a wet wash cloth and collected my clothes from the floor. I passed out once my head hit the pillow, mumbling a bleary good night to Derek.

The second time I woke up, the spot Derek had occupied was cold, the sheets rumpled. I stretched, groaning at the slight burn and soreness in certain muscles, but I had a grin on my face. I'd read fanfics . . . okay, fine, porn in fanfic form . . . about multiple orgasms. In the rare event that I touched myself, I only had one, so this was a new experience. I couldn't say that I hated it. A heavenly smell wafted into my room, the smell of cooking mean and rendering fat that meant bacon. I shot out of bed, stumbling a bit over the mess on my floor, but correcting myself and hurrying toward the kitchen. Because fuck yeah bacon!

Derek was frying eggs on the stove, a plate of cooked bacon on the counter beside him. A second plate lay empty next to it. A third containing a stack of pancakes lay in the middle of the kitchen table, a tub of butter complete with a butter knife balanced on top and a bottle of maple syrup sitting next to it.

"Hey." I murmured quietly, blushing at the hoarseness of my voice because yeah, it and the rest of me had gotten a workout a while ago.

I rose my eyebrow in confusion when his shoulders hunched the tiniest bit. Because, what? He's making me breakfast, a totally thoughtful and unexpected gesture, but me saying hello out of politeness as well as whim makes him do a turtle impression? Seriously?

I must have made a noise, because he's turning to face me, his expression unexpected. He looked guilty.

"Stiles." He seemed to fight with himself to say more, opening and closing his mouth a number of times. He scowled, eyebrows furrowed and shoulders slumped. His green eyes found me, regret shone in them. That worried me more than I would care to admit. "I'm sorry, Stiles. I-after we-after the first time I got rougher with you than I intended to. I lost it for a while and left marks. . . claw marks. . . .on your hips."

I blinked stupidly. I don't remember feeling that.

"I checked them after you fell asleep, they don't look too deep and shouldn't cause you any problems. You won't turn, they're too shallow and resemble scratches more than anything. It shouldn't have happened at all, I promise I'll be more careful with you in the future."

"Hey. It's okay, Derek. I don't even feel them, I definitely didn't feel it when you left them, so I didn't know they were there until you told me. I'm fine, hell I'm more than fine, I'm soooo fucking good it's ridiculous." I clear my throat, cutting off my rambling. I doubt he forgot me moaning and screaming like I was filming a porno. "Anyway, uh, thank you for checking on me, and for breakfast. It smells great. What a girls needs after burning all those calories and potentially growing a life."

He snorted, solemness and guilt gone, exasperation and a tiny hint of fondness replaced it. Score!

I grabbed a plate and stole food from each pile, settling at the table to stuff my face before I took a shower.

"We have nine months to figure out this co parenting shit, buy the stuff we need, and fix the nursery or nurseries they way we want it or them to be. That seems like a decent timeline, we can get our shit done in plenty of time."

"Actually, we have seven months to complete those things." He corrected me nonchalantly, filling his own plate and sitting next to me.

I choked on a bite of bacon, spitting it out onto my hand.

"Seven months?! You didn't disclose that shit during the discussion we had yesterday, sourwolf, and this is the kind of shit that needs to be disclosed! It doesn't change my mind about this, but this is information I need to know. I need to know the timeline of this pregnancy-all of my pregnancies-if I want to avoid drawing the wrong attention. I should know how far along I am, people are going to notice if I don't and come up with shit we won't want them to. They could drag dad into it, think I was raped or some shit like that or. . . . fuck, I don't know." I sighed, dropping the bacon onto my plate. "I'm not mad, not really, but you can't keep this kind of stuff from me Derek. It's important and could hurt us if presented the wrong way. I don't want my dad to have to arrest you if he can't talk them down and I don't want you to have to hide in your own home town because an angry mob is trying to hunt you down."

He nodded, oddly quiet. I expected him to defend himself or protest at least one of the things I'd said.

"Okay." I murmured, saying it just to say it at this point. "No more secrets from each other."

"No more secrets." He agreed softly.

"How exactly does the seven month timeline work?" I asked curiously, perking up as a though occurred to me. "Am I already. . . . ?"

"You've stopped ovulating and your body is making the transition for your eggs to completely accept my semen. The pregnancy will be final in two weeks or so." A smug, pleased grin spread over his face. "As for the pregnancy itself. . the baby's growth will be severely accelerated the first month, you will look closer to three months pregnant. After which, the growth will progress steadily and at a normal pace until you reach the seventh, or ninth to everyone else, month."

"Speaking of pups, how did it go with Isaac?" I wanted to smack myself for not remembering before now.

"He has the potential to become loyal beta. I gave him the bite last night." He admitted, stabbing an egg with more force than strictly necessary.

I nodded. I expected nothing less if he had discovered concrete evidence of what I had suspected for a long time about Isaac's home situation and the boys father.

We finished our breakfast in a comfortable silence. I showered, changed and gave Derek a kiss on the cheek before I left for school.

I'd try to talk to Isaac at lunch, scope out how he feels about his new situation and get to know him better if he'll let me.