Background: Stiles is about to get lucky in the club bathroom, when Peter interrupts.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Thirteen:
The mouth pressed against mine smelled too much like alcohol for my liking, but the body it was attached to was hot as hell, so I'm not complaining. His hands grabbed my ass and someone cleared a throat behind us, reminding me that we were still very much in public. I groaned inwardly. Why can't I ever catch a break?! I haven't gotten laid in months.
"Really, Stiles, I would have thought you were above sloppy, drunken hook-ups in club bathrooms." Peter's unmistakable air of arrogance filled my ears. God, why did it have to be him? It could've been anyone but him… I'm sure that Deucalion would spare me this humiliation. Well… maybe.
"Hey, back off. Can't you see that we're busy?" The mystery hot guy growled at Peter. I stiffened in his arms. I don't have to know Peter well to know that my would-be hook-up just made a big mistake.
"Actually, you're not anything. You were busy. And now, the only thing you'll be busy doing is leaving." Peter told him a dangerously low voice with glowing eyes. The guy didn't even think twice, before bolting.
"Was that really necessary?" I huffed, looking Peter in the eye. He just smirked and sauntered closer to me. I felt the energy change around us and only then did I notice the way he was drinking me in with his eyes.
"Yes, Stiles, it was. If I had to spend another second looking at his hands on you, I would have ripped them off. Call me old fashioned, but I assumed that maiming your suitor in front of you, would have ruined my chances of claiming you for my own." Peter drawled.
Wait. What? Did he realty just say what I think he did? Why did he wait until now to say something?!
"What? What?" I asked, unable to say anything else.
"I want you." He replied, before pushing his lips against mine. I gasped against his mouth. His hands started feeling me up. He maneuvered us into an empty stall. He became more and more aggressive. He bit down on my neck, hard, before dropping to his knees and undoing my pants.
"Fuck, Peter," I groaned, as his mouth closed around me.
"Shh, Sweetheart, as much as I would love to hear your sounds, we don't want someone to walk in on us; do you?" He purred. I forced myself to nod, as Peter continued to suck me off. I bit down on my lip to keep myself quiet. I knew that I wasn't gonna last long. I was already horny, before Peter came into the picture. His nails dug into my legs and it was enough to send me over the edge. I couldn't muffle the sound that fell from my lips.
"Jesus, fuck, just hurry up in there. I've been waiting forever." Someone that sounded suspiciously like a drunk Isaac, said from outside of the stall.
"Come, Sweetheart, let's finish this at my place." Peter suggested, as he licked his lips and helped me straighten my clothes. He opened the door, before I could protest. "Isaac – good to see you." Peter said, smoothly, as he slipped a hand in mine and led me out of the bathroom.