Derek was laying on the couch as Maia walked into the house, looking up from the TV with a bored expression on his face. He'd decided not to follow after her when she'd left the hospital, knowing he would have more gratification when she had had ample amount of time to think and seethe. Derek was glad Maia did not disappoint: he could see how pissed off she was from just a look into her eyes, the hateful expression on her face solely for him. She had never taken well to be told what to do- but he was caught off guard by what she decided to do next.

Without a word she started undressing, shimmying out of her dress and reaching behind herself to remove her bra. He simply stared at her as he dropped her lace panties, Maia still standing in her leopard heels and presenting herself to him. "I'm sick of playing games with you," Maia said, her husband turning off the TV and setting down the remote. He was trying to stay calm and aloof, but Derek had always had a tell, his heart starting to beat faster. Derek caught her hawk-like eyes and his stomach tightened, the male glaring at her evenly.

"I'm not playing with you Maia," he replied in a passive tone. "That was always your thing- you were playing games, remember?"

She laughed coldly and tossed her hair over her shoulders, inhaling deeply, "You know, for all your big talk, I haven't seen you really do anything yet. And I don't think it's the fact that you don't want me- no, that could never happen because I know that you will always want me.

"I think you're scared Derek, scared of the fact that I'm just as strong and just as powerful as you-"

"No, you're not."

Maia offered herself to him again and Derek stood, letting out a heavy breath. "Fine Mai. You want to try and challenge me, fine," he snarled in response, ripping his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side. She raised an arched eyebrow and licked her lips, stepping out of her pumps slowly. She never took her eyes off of Derek and the way she looked at him got underneath his skin, the male letting out a low growl. He and Maia lunged at each other from across the room, her long legs wrapping around his waist as Derek attacked her mouth. She was hot and Derek could only smile at the fact that the full moon was next week- everything made sense now, her intense mood swings and almost insatiable lust for him.

Maia was in heat.

She licked his neck, Derek carrying her upstairs to the master bedroom and throwing her onto the bed. Maia pulled him down with her and she raked her nails up his back, growling lowly in her chest. His strong hands ran up her sides, holding her down and kissing her ferociously, fighting against the constraints of his jeans. Derek reached down to fight with his zipper, Maia growling and holding her claws up to her mate. "Let me." He nearly purred as Maia ripped through his jeans and boxers with ease, feeling her intense warmth pressing up against him. She spread her legs and Derek bucked, the female underneath him reaching up to bite his neck. It was her way of challenging him, knowing how much Derek hated it when he knew he wasn't pleasing her. "Let go," he growled in the bass of the Alpha, his claws on the pillow beside her head. He bared his teeth at her, eyes wide and dilated with desire, pushing into her in one hard movement. Maia half-phased, the human side of herself refusing to let go as it cried out- the wolf couldn't understand the love and passion wavering between them because it wasn't about emotions for her wolf.

It was the need for power.

Derek pulsed within her, Maia twisting underneath him as she gasped for air, his thrusts smashing the headboard against the wall until he could hear small chunks of plaster hitting the floor. She moved until she was on her stomach, letting out a sound that was half-cry, half-howl and incredibly sexy. He'd always enjoyed the week before the full moon when Maia's sex drive was at its highest, knowing that he would fulfill her need for true animalistic lovemaking on the night where he was at his prime. Derek wrapped his hand around her neck, restraining her as he pulled out slowly and returned with a thrust that made her knees hurt as he slammed into her.

Maia attempted to speak, her words coming out broken and breathy or turning completely into snarls before she had even gotten the thoughts straight in her head.

The slapping noise coming from between them was loud to the half-phased Maia, her senses in overdrive. Every time Derek buried himself within her or brushed against her overly sensitive skin drove her wild, the scent of their lovemaking strong and raw… primal. Derek dug his claws into her hair and pulled her head back, forcing Maia to met his eyes. "Is this enough? Isn't this what you wanted," he growled, his voice so low and guttural his words were barely discernable.

Maia fought to find her voice, reaching back to place her hand over his on her hip, "More."

The seemingly-beign demand sent Derek into overdrive, the Alpha going into a complete frenzy as he sought to abuse her, to make her scream his name. Sure enough she began to yelp and wolf-cry, unable to keep her wolf from clawing at the surface. He felt her moisten further and tighten around him until he felt like he was in a vice, pushed over the edge by Maia digging her hand in between her thighs to help herself get off- as if she needed it. He let out a roar that shook the bed, his release sharp and quick as he held her hips, feeling and hearing the slight fractures he caused there. As well, she moved in an undulating rhythm as she rode out her completion, her eyes closed and her throat vibrating from where she hummed. They both slowly turned, Maia allowing herself to collapse as Derek rested his hand on the small of her back for leverage. He looked down at Maia's motionless form, knowing that she was completely exhausted. His ability to rejuvenate was both a blessing and a curse, because within a few moments he was well-prepared to take her again- but knew that she would grow withdrawn and sore from his repeated assaults if he didn't let her heal.

"I need to sleep," Maia mumbled, finally picking her head up from the bedding. She winced as Derek withdrew from her with a slick pop and let her hips relax, feeling the fractures there slowly start to mend.

He wasn't sure what he should do, starting to climb off of the bed before deciding that he wasn't going anywhere and laying down beside his wolf-mate. She smiled as he threw an arm over her back and pulled her close, his face buried in her hair. "You know, you make me want to scream sometimes," she said sleepily, Derek pushing her hair back from her face. He looked at her over his arm and smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead, "I know. And I think you attempted to earlier, though it was a shitty try."

"Do you still love me Derek Hale?"

Her question was sudden, her eyes half-glowing as she searched his face. Derek's retort was as sharp as it was quick, a hard edge coming into his voice at the thought of her ruining the moment that was all pent-up lust and sex and passion to ask about emotions he didn't want to deal with, "Yes."

Maia propped herself up on her elbows and smiled sleepily then, looking at Derek evenly.

"Then give me a pack."

It was now Derek's turn to search her face, trying to see if she was serious or not. And then he smiled, knowing that with a pack, she wouldn't go anywhere. "You want a pack, Mai? Because I'm not going to take the time to make new wolves if you're just going to skip town. The little bastards get on my nerves anyway," he growled, Maia able to see past his tough façade and knowing that he wanted a pack as much as she did.

"Give me a pack Derek," she smiled, running a claw down his cheek and drawing blood.

"Fine but first," her mate replied, moving to rest in the cradle of her hips. "I need something from you…"

All heads turned to the black Camaro as it pulled into the parking lot at the end of the day, Derek cutting off the entire flow of after-school traffic and getting several honks in return. "Look at all the lovely little lambs," Maia breathed, licking her lips hungrily as her eyes swept the crowd of youth before her. Derek got out of the car and moved to open her door, catching more than a few of the girls' eyes, "Control yourself- they're not food."

"Its temptation at its worst."

Hazel eyes flashed at the sight of a girl passing by, Derek inhaling deeply at he looked at his wife struggling not to lose control- it was exactly how he felt when he looked at Maia. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and they walked towards the old football field, Derek pressing his face to her curls. "I'm afraid you know not of temptation," he grinned, baring his teeth at the people who stared at them, undoubtedly in awe.

Derek led Maia onto the lacrosse field, taking a seat in the stands as practice got underway. He half-smiled as he saw his mate's eyes widen slightly at all the potential on the field, offering her a pick of any of them, "Choose."

The two watched the practice for a long time before Scott finally noticed them, Derek giving him a glare as Maia waved at the young wolf flirtingly. He crossed the field and ran into the stands, looking at Derek. "What are you doing here," he panted, ignoring the Alpha female for the time being.

"Aw, what's wrong Scott," Derek asked, nonchalant. "We're just out here… scouting the talent on the field."

Scott's eyes flashed indignantly and Derek snapped forward, baring his rather impressive teeth. He did not appreciate the Omega challenging him, especially not in front of his mate. If Scott kept pushing him, he'd be forced to put him in his place once and for all. Maia sensed the situation escalating and sighed, looking at Scott, "Really, we're just watching our guys practice out there Scott. If Derek hasn't told you, he was captain his junior and senior year- and I was the first girl ever on the team. We're just reliving some old high school memories: nothing wrong with that, right?"

"These kids are my friends Maia and I can assure you, none of them are ready to join a pack, much less become what we are. Don't do to some stupid kid what Peter did to me," Scott said, his eyes pleading. Maia reached out and cupped his chin, smiling.

"I promise not to do that Scott. Promise."

Derek glared at the werewolf as he stalked back onto the field before shifting his attention to another player and sighing, "He's an annoying little shit, too."

"Who?"

He pointed out a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy who was the epitome of the All-American male, Maia raising an eyebrow as he looked back at her fearlessly. Most humans couldn't meet an Alpha's eye straight on unless they were entranced or really comfortable in the situation- and that human wasn't under her spell in any way, shape or form. "He's a bold one, isn't he? Staring at me like that," Maia murmured, her husband shaking his head.

"That's Jackson Whittemore," Derek said darkly, the female turning to her mate. "And I already bit him. It didn't work."

"What do you mean, didn't work?"

Derek shrugged and Maia touched his arm, confused, "But he's not dead… And what happened to that girl in the hospital, it couldn't have happened twice- two teenagers being bitten and surviving without any apparent side affects. What is going on?"

"I don't know. But I fully intend to find out."

"Good," Maia said before allowing her eyes to drift to the bench. "Now, if you excuse me…"

She climbed down the bleachers in five-inch stilettos as if it were the easiest thing, Derek remembering the time in which she could hardly walk in kitten heels. Maia walked over to where a lone boy sat on the bench, his lacrosse stick laid across his lap. He looked up and flinched back from her wicked smile, finding himself speechless for a moment. "Can I… um, do you need something," the boy asked, the woman in front of him smiling even wider and sitting down beside him. Maia only smiled and reached out to touch his cheek before running her fingers through his curly hair, "I think I might. What's your name?"

"Isaac," he blurted out, her skin running over his like liquid heat. "Isaac Lahey."

The Alpha female leaned forward and let her eyes wander over the red blotches on his cheeks, her hand resting on his knee carelessly. She heard the hitch in his heartbeat, the young boy struggling to keep his eyes fixed on her face. "I like you Isaac Lahey," Maia purred, leaning in to press her lips to his cheek. She then stood swiftly, feeling at least three sets of eyes burning into her back: Scott, Derek and the one named Jackson. Again she ran her fingers through his hair, turning away before shooting the one she had chosen as her Beta a seductive look, "I'll be seeing you around, sweetheart."

Isaac sat stunned for a moment as the surly-looking guy in the stands met her by the gates, unsure of what to think about the encounter with the woman who's name he hadn't even thought to ask.

"Nice meeting you…"