A/N: I know it's been forever. Sorry about that! My laptop crapped out on me and I literally just got a new one. Updates will be more frequent – I promise!

Summary/Idea: Stiles catches Peter staring at him and decides to do something about it. So does Peter.

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Eight:

Peter kept staring at me. We've been researching for hours and every time I look up, he's just staring.

"Dude, I know I'm pretty, but stop staring at me. It's starting to freak me out!" I exclaimed. Peter didn't even look bothered by my outburst. If anything, he just looked amused.

"How can I help but stare at such a ravishing creature? You really are quite beautiful, sweetheart." Peter cooed. There wasn't an ounce of sarcasm in his voice. He crept closer until his lips brushed against my ear. I shivered, unable to stop myself.

"Oh, my God, you're not seriously hitting on me, right now!" I moved away from him and started walking towards the door of Derek's loft.

"What's the matter, pet? Are you worried that you might start to like it?" He taunted me.

I spun around and before I could say anything, he had me backed against the door and his lips were firmly attached to mine. I gasped against him and he took it as an invitation for his tongue to invade my mouth. I groaned and pulled his shirt to move him closer. His hands roamed my sides, before settling on kneading my ass. I yelped, when he pinched me. He chuckled and palmed my growing boner through my jeans. I hissed at the contact. His mouth moved to my neck and he bit down, gently. The sound I made was anything but human.

"I love those pretty sounds you make for daddy." He breathed. I groaned. This is so wrong... but it feels so right. "Let me show you just how good I can make you feel, sweetheart. I'll ruin you for everyone else. No other man will do, once we're done." As soon as the words left his mouth, I almost melted.

"Peter," I moaned. His hands started touching other parts of my body and he pulled me in for another kiss. Without warning, he picked me up and sat me on the table. I attacked his lips with as much vigor as I could muster.

"What do you say, pet? Do you want to be mine?" He asked me. His hands kept working their magic, like he was trying to coax an answer out of me.

"Yes," I whimpered, completely incapable of thinking straight.

"Oh, Stiles, just wait until you see what I have in store for you." He said, against my lips. The door to the loft opened and Erica stepped inside, smirking.

"I knew it! You all owe me twenty bucks." She told the gaping werewolves behind her.

"Wh-What?" I stammered.

"It seems that Erica is profiting off of my affection for you, sweetheart." Peter purred.

"Do you have to call him that?" Derek winced.

"Don't mind them, pet. We'll go back to my place, where daddy can take care of you." Peter helped me to my feet.

"Really Peter?! 'Daddy?'"