Summary: Peter wakes Stiles up. Lydia interrupts, because Scott calls an emergency meeting.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Fifteen:
Do you always sleep naked, after you shower at night?" A voice purred in my ear. I jumped and flailed, and tried not to fall off of the bed.
"Oh, my God! What the hell, Peter?!" I exclaimed. Is he serious, right now?!
"Not God, darling, just Peter." He purred. I stared at him, trying to figure out what he wanted – what his motive was. I was drawing a blank. Peter has never been interested in me or what I've done. I don't know why that would change now.
"What are you doing here, Peter?!" I tried, again.
"I came to see you, sweetheart." He winked.
"Why?" I pressed, still not buying it.
"Have you seen yourself, kitten? You're delectable and I would love nothing more, than to eat you up." He kissed up my body and my voice caught in my throat.
"P-Peter…" I stammered.
"That's right, sweetheart. Practice saying my name, because you're going to be saying it all night."
"How are you even this hot?" I asked him, before I could stop myself.
"Because he's a horny old man, who preys on young boys." Lydia drawled.
"I'm not old, Lydia. And Stiles is not that young." He corrected her.
"Semantics."
"Leave Lydia, unless you really want to see me deflower Stiles." Peter suggested. Lydia scowled at us.
"I'm good with that Lydia – so good."
"Scott called an emergency pack meeting. Your budding sex life will have to wait." She shrugged, with her signature indifference that comes out so easily, when she's dealing with Peter.
"If we must…" Peter sighed, before attaching his lips to mine. I moaned against him, savoring the moment.
"I'll give you two a minute. Don't take too long." Lydia excused herself. As soon as she was out of the room and the door was closed, Peter broke the kiss.
"I thought she would never leave." He smirked. "I can't wait to trace over every inch of your body with my tongue, later. You better believe that ass is mine."
"It's yours – so yours."
"We're waiting." Lydia called from the hallway.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. We're coming."