AN: It's been awhile, but I'm back. Here's a new chapter, it gets a bit M rated at the end. Some BDSM (Minus M), sex, language, all the fun stuff. I was going to drag it out more, but I found once I started I couldn't stop. So you got some smutt early. Hope you enjoy, tell me what you think

Dakota's glad she decided to change before going into the woods. Werewolf or not she could not walk in those heels out here. It was a bit chilly out, of course the cold and heat doesn't affect her nearly as bad as it does for a human, but she still can feel hints of it. She changed into all black, trying to blend into the night. Black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, her black leather jacket, and her black boots. So far the night has been quiet. She hasn't heard any footsteps, gunfire, or any voices, but that didn't mean the woods were safe. She learned long ago to always trust the woods and right not, despite the quiet, the woods felt thick with tension. Not a single animal made a noise and the air itself felt like a coiled spring.

The sound of a branch cracking has her spinning and pushing the person to the ground. "I guess you were serious about kicking my ass." Her eyes widen as she sees Derek laying on the ground.

"You should know better than to sneak up on me." She stood up and held her hand out to her cousin. "How did it go?" She asks as she pulls Derek up.

"I dropped her off and as planned." He held Allison's coat up in the air.

"Great. Now what?"

"Now? We wait." He moves and hangs the coat upon a branch before motioning her to hide. The feel of her phone buzzing has her taking it out. "Seriously?" Derek whispers. Dakota waves him off before reading the message.

'What did your cousin do with Allison? Scott thinks he's the alpha and he's going to look for her. Will Derek hurt him?' - Stiles.

Dakota frowns before typing up a response. 'Don't worry, Allison is completely fine. Derek just needs to get Scott somewhere where he won't be a danger to anyone. We need to talk to him. Explain things. Derek won't hurt him… at least nothing he won't heal from.'

Dakota's head shot up as she heard the sound of someone running. Scott. 'Can't talk right now, but I promise to talk later.' Dakota sent real quick before adding. 'And please don't text me for like ten minutes, I don't want anyone to hear the buzzing.'

Right after she sent that her phone buzzed. 'Buzz' - Stiles. Dakota glares at her phone. Stiles wanted to be a smart ass? Then she was going to defiantly get back at him for it. Her breath catches as she hears how close the footsteps are. "Shit!" She yelps as Scott grabs her.

"Where is she? What did he do to her?"

"Calm the hell down." Dakota kicks her leg, getting him right in the knee, causing him to let go of her other leg. She used that leg to kick him in the face before scrambling up.

"Where is Allison?!"

"She's safe." Derek's voice says, causing Dakota to slip farther from Derek. "From you." Scott lets out a strangling sound, causing Dakota to look and watch Derek and him roll down the hills.

"Boys. So immature." Dakota mumbles as she stands up and wipes leaves off her. "Fighting isn't always the answer… just the fun one." Dakota watches as the two fight. Derek pins Scott to a tree as Dakota listens out for any other sound.

"What did you do with her?"

"He took her home, Scott. We aren't monsters." Dakota calls to him. The sound of running, causes her head to shoot in that direction. "Derek! We got company!" She calls.

"Too late. They're already here." Derek says before looking at Scott. "Run!" Dakota didn't need to be told. She took off running the second she heard them. She knew these woods like the back of her hand. She lived in these woods for almost half her life. She played in these woods. Games like hide and seek. She knew every hiding place in here.

She slipped into a small alcove, invisible to anyone who didn't know it was there. She took deep even breaths, trying to regain her composure. She hears a shout of pain and she knows it's Scott. The hunters found him, which is not a good thing. "He can't even run." She grumbles before slipping back out and doubling back. She sees Derek take out one of the hunters in the back. She takes out the other, knocking his head against a tree and leaving him unconscious. The sound of their screams was enough of a distraction for the final hunter, Chris Argent, to look away from Scott. Dakota hears Derek freeing Scott. Dakota throws a rock, hitting Chris in the head. She hears him curse, but she's already running again and too far for him to find her.

Dakota reaches Derek and Scott moments later. "He's way back. Picking up the other hunters. We've lost him for a bit." Dakota tells them before seeing the obvious tension between them. "Uh… What's up?"

"The bite is a gift." Derek tells Scott.

"I don't want it."

"You will." Dakota jumps in to say.

"And you're going to need us if you want to learn how to control it. So you and me, Scott… we're brothers now." Dakota snorts as Derek turns to her. He raises an eyebrow.

"We're brothers now? That's so stupid." She laughs. He grabs her by the scruff of her jacket and starts leading her away. "Hey!"

"Shut up before you bring the hunters back down on us." She pouts, but no longer struggles against him.

"I feel like a little kid again. Being manhandled by my dad." She grumbles. "He used to grab me like this too."

"It's a wolf thing. The parent of the pup always grabbed them by the scruff of their neck and carry them." Dakota laughs.

"Right and being werewolves, of course, means we act like animals." Dakota moves quick and kicks his legs out from under him. He gives an 'oof' as he falls to the ground. "There'll be more where that came from. I promised you I'd kick your ass. But for now… I'm going to go finish that date up that you so meanly interrupted.

"Be careful with him, Koti." She waves him off and walks through the woods.

It takes only an hour to reach Stiles' house. Her car still in the driveway. She walks up the steps and knocks on the door. His jeep is in the driveway, so she knows or hopes he's home. It takes a minute but the door opens to Stiles stuffing what looked like a marshmallow covered with peanut butter in his mouth. She raises an eyebrow. "Busy?" His eyes widen, but with the peanut butter he can't really speak, so instead, he motions her into the house. She chuckles and walks in. He holds up a finger before practically running to his kitchen. Dakota can't help but smile as she waits for him. She kicks her boots off, leaving them by the door and draping her coat over the back of the couch.

"Sorry." Stiles says as he walks in. "I-I didn't know you were coming. Coming over I mean…. Wait no… shit, I mean-" His face is bright red as he tries to find another word. Dakota can't help but giggle at his embarrassment.

"Relax, Stiles. I get what you're trying to say. Oh and this?" She holds up her phone. "Seriously?" Stiles grins. Dakota grabs her shoe and throws it at Stiles, but he dodges like she knew he would.

"Hey, it was a joke." He holds his hands up in surrender. "Holy shit, are you okay?" She gives him a confused look. He motions to her leg. When she looks down she sees that her jeans are ripped and there's blood on them. It was from when Scott grabbed her.

"Oh… Scott grabbed me after your message. Must have cut me." She shrugs.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. Do you need stitches or…" Dakota raises an eyebrow.

"Stiles, I'm a werewolf, I heal really fast. It's really nothing. I'm completely fine." Stiles suddenly looks serious.

"Right… you're a werewolf…." Dakota frowns and moves to the couch, Stiles follows her. "So when… when did you become a… a werewolf?"

"I was born one. My father was one and his father before him. I come from a long line of werewolves. I've just always been one."

"And do you turn into…."

"A wolf?" He nods. "It's rare for us to be able to do such a shift. My aunt and cousin could, but they were alphas when they did it. Betas like me have almost zero chance of doing that. We aren't strong enough."

"And what's it like exactly?" Dakota shrugs.

"What it like being human? I can't really explain what is so normal to me. I mean, from a young age I've always been different. I'm faster than any other kid at school, stronger, my reflexes are ten times better than any person in our town. I heal really fast, my senses are crazy good, and as you saw earlier I can change my appearance." Stiles is quiet for a long moment.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"We didn't know each other that well, we still don't. This is a big secret, Stiles. If people knew what I was they'd either hunt me down or use me. There are people out there that do know about my kind and they do hunt us down. It's why we left Beacon Hills. It wasn't safe for us anymore."

"But now you're back."

"Yeah." She falls quiet for a moment. Her thoughts going to her cousin. Laura was so beautiful and so smart. She was going places. She had a whole future before her. She was going to med school and she wanted to help people, but now she can't help anyone. She can't have a future.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." Stiles lifts his hand and wipes the tears that fell. She didn't even know she was crying. "You're thinking about your family, right?" Dakota nods, not trusting herself to speak. "Come here." Stiles pulls her into his arms, the two laying down on the couch together. "It'll be okay. I'm right here." Hales didn't cry, they didn't show weakness and yet, here is Dakota, having a human comfort her. No… Not just a human. Her mate. What was it Derek said? She can be weak with Stiles. There was no one around to judge her. She can give in to her emotions. So she does.

She clings to Stiles as she cries. She cries for her mother, her aunts, her uncles, her grandparents. She cries for her family. She cries for Laura. She cries for all the pain the Hales have suffered and all the pain she suffered. She cries until she can't cry a single tear more. Stiles holds her through it all, whispering soothing things in her ear, rubbing her back in a soothing motion, kissing her temple every time her sobs got too broken. He didn't judge her or push her away. He just held her and comfort her. It was nice. She felt safe and despite crying, she felt happy.

She gave a final sniffle before pulling back. "I'm sorry. I think I messed your shirt up." Stiles laughs and brushes her wet hair from her face.

"I have plenty others. You okay?" She nods, staring up into his beautiful brown eyes. Stiles smiles at her. A smile that makes her feel so warm inside. He leans down and kisses her. His lips are soft and warm, welcoming. She moves closer to him, practically on top of him, and kisses him with desperation, afraid to lose this connection between them. Afraid to lose the warmth. "You shivering, are you cold?" Stiles asks as he feels her body trembling. She nods. She was cold. She never felt this cold before, but she was. Maybe it was her wolf way of trying to tell her to get closer to Stiles. Either way, she listened to it. Her body molded against his, leaving no space between them. "Come on, let's go upstairs. You can stay here if you want. I'll keep you warm." The thought alone made her warmer. She nods and takes his hand.

He leads her up the stairs, their hands never breaking apart. When they got to his room he pulled out a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt from a draw. "Here, you can wear this."

"Thanks." Dakota smiles, bringing the clothes to her face. They smelt like him. She closes her eyes and inhales the scent. A sweet smelling cologne, oranges, and a hint of mint. It's just Stiles. No other way to explain it.

When Dakota opens her eyes she sees Stiles staring at her, causing her cheeks to flush. She places the clothes on the bed and takes her top off. She doesn't care that Stiles is right there and watching her if anything it only encouraged her. She heard Stiles' sharp intake of breath as she unclips her bra. She lifts her eyes and sees him staring at her breasts. They're medium size and perky. She stares at Stiles, causing him to look up at her and blush. "I… uh…" He took a deep breath before turning around. She can't help but smile at how cute he's acting. She likes seeing him all flustered and shy.

She slips on his shirt, which fell past her butt. She kicks her jeans and socks off and slips her underwear down her legs. She puts her clothes in a neat pile on the floor and eyes the sweat pants. She never wore pants to bed, they always got tangled and these pants were big, so the chances are they'd probably fall off in her sleep anyways. She moves the pants back to the dresser. "You can turn around, Stiles." He turns and does a double take. Her hair was on the messy side and she had only his shirt on. He swallowed and looked at her. He suddenly looked nervous. "Are you going to change? I promise not to look." She didn't mean for that to sound so sexual, but it came out like a purr. She watches as Stiles hardens in his pants.

"I usually sleep in my boxers." He says in almost a whisper.

"So?" He nods, his face turning redder by the minute. He tries undoing his tie, tries being the keyword. "You're going to choke yourself." Dakota laughs as she moves towards him. She works his tie undone and helps get it off him. "My dad used to have me help him with his ties all the times. Said it would be good practice for the future." Stiles reddens even more.

"Oh." Her small nimble fingers move down and begin unbuttoning his shirt. Each button undone made his breath heavier and made her pussy ache. When she got the final button undone she finds out he has no shirt under it. Allowing her to see his hardened nipples, his slightly lacking of chest hair, and his freckled stomach. He didn't have many muscles on him, but he was good looking, maybe Dakota is biased.

She slips the shirt off him before moving to his belt. "I-I can do this if you want." Her eyes flickered up to him, her eyes dark with lust, her little pink tongue slipped out and licked her lips. Stiles' eyes watched the movement, his dick being harder. Dakota was sure it hurts at this point and wasn't too sure it wouldn't just rip through his jeans.

"I don't mind helping." Dakota whispers, her fingers running over the bulge. Stiles' bites his lip as he stares at her. She moves her fingers back up and unzips his jeans. He groans at the loose feeling in his jeans, his cock having more room to grow. Dakota leans up and licks his neck, causing him to sputter. Her hands slip into his pants, his cock jerking at just the tip of her fingers. "You look like you need help."

"God yes." He groans. She could only blame the moon and the fact that he's her mate on how they both were acting. Stiles wanted to take it slow, but it seems slow was not an option for them.

"Do you want me to suck you?" Stiles whimpers as her fingers wrap around his cock.

"Yes, please."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have been a smart ass earlier." She releases him and steps back. Stiles whimpers, trying to reach for her, but she moves out of reach.

"No, please, Kitty, I'll do anything." He begs, his cock aching for her touch once more.

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything!" He practically shouted.

"Undress." Stiles didn't wait for her to finish the word. He kicks his sneakers off and pulls his jeans off. He practically rips his socks off, leaving him in only his boxers. "All of it." Stiles is too horny to be embarrassed. He slips his boxers off, his cock standing at attention. His cock was throbbing, the tip bright red and dripping with precum. He was like all you can eat buffet. Dakota licked her lips. "Get on the bed." He moves onto the bed without needing another word. Dakota figured he'd be the submissive type, which only made this so much more enjoyable. Dakota picks up his socks from the ground, thankfully that they were long ones, and moves towards him.

"Kitty?" He questions when he sees the socks in her hands.

"Relax, Stiles." She runs a finger down his chest, causing him to squirm. "If you want me to stop then just tell me."

"No! Please, don't stop." She smiles and moves, straddling him on the bed. He groans as he feels her hot wet heat on his stomach. She wraps the socks around both his wrists and ties them to the bed.

"Tell me what you want, Stiles?" She whispers in his ear, her hot breath fanning his steaming skin. He whimpers, his wrists struggling in the bonds. She tied them tight so he couldn't get out unless she lets him out. "Stiles?" She purs, rubbing herself against his stomach. He moans.

"I want you."

"Mm, and what exactly do you want from me?"

"I want…" He makes a high pitch whine as her pussy rubs against his cock. "I want you to fuck me." She smiles against his ear before taking the lobe and nipping it.

"Didn't you have courses with dinner? You can't just jump right into the main dish. You have to have courses before." Stiles whines as the tip of his cock brush her center.

"Dakota." He cries. She loved hearing him begging and withering below her. Teasing him was defiantly becoming her kink.

"What do you want for an appetizer?" She whispers.

"Mm." He whines.

"Use your words, Stiles or…" She moves off him.

"No!" He cries. She raises an eyebrow at him. "Suck me." She smiles.

"Now was that so hard?"

"Yes." She tsks.

"Remember how you got in this situation, Stiles. No one likes a smart ass." She pinches and twists his nipple, causing him to cry out. "Bad boys get punish." She whispers in his ears. "Are you being a bad boy?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm being really really bad." She grins.

"Do you want me to punish you?"

"God yes." Dakota moves and kisses him, his lips instantly kissing her back. "Please, baby." He begs. Dakota gives him another quick kiss.

"Say sorry for being a smart ass and maybe I'll give you a reward."

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. Please. Please. I'll be good, I promise." Dakota pauses, thinking for a moment. "Kitty, please."

"Fine. I forgive you." He sighs in relief. "But I still have to punish you."

"Yes, yes, please." She smiles and moves to untie his wrists.

"If you touch me at all you'll be punished. Understand?" Stiles nods quickly. "Roll over." She says as she gets up. Stiles does as he's told. "Get on your hands and knees." Stiles does what she tells him to. "You've been really naughty Stiles." She whispers. "Naughty boys get punished." She spanks his ass, causing him to gasp. She spanks him again and a deep groan comes from him. She slaps him for the third time.

"Fuck, harder." She does as he requests and hits him for a fourth time even harder, but still not hard enough to really hurt him. She moves the second cheek and gives him the same treatment. "Kitty." He moans.

"Get back on your back." He does as he is told, his eyes even darker than before. "You've been good so I'm going to give you your first course." Stiles takes a sharp intake of breath. "Remember, no touching until I say so." He nods quickly as she moves down his body. She buries her noses in his hair, taking in his musky scent. "You smell good Stiles." He whines. Her tongue slips out and runs along his cock, causing him to squirm. "Don't move, Stiles." He instantly stops. She runs the tip of her tongue over the tip.

"Kitty." He moans. She takes him in very slowly. "Oh god." He chokes out. His big cock filling her wet hot mouth. "Please, please, please." He begs. Dakota isn't sure he even knows what he's begging for anymore. She begins to suck him, causing him to cry out in pleasure. No more teasing. She swirls her tongue around him, sucking him deep into her throat, rubbing and squeezing his balls. It isn't long before he cums screaming. "Dakota!" She swallows his salty seed greedily, not letting a single drop slip from her mouth. When he finally stops convulsing and she swallowed it all, she moves back up to him. She kisses him, letting him taste himself on her lips.

"Are you ready for the second course do you need time."

"No! I want to taste you." He says quickly. "I want to eat your pussy." She raises an eyebrow. Surprised by his forwardness, but not at all upset by it.

"Oh really?"

"Yes, yes, please. Please let me taste you." She moves and settles down on his face, his tongue instantly getting to work. Dakota closes her eyes as pleasure like never before fills her. His hot tongue explores every inch over her, while his lips suck the juices off her. She moans as he eats her. She never had a guy go down on her before, but after Stiles, she knows no one could outdo this. She cries as she clings to the bed frame, trying to hold out for a little longer. "Let me touch you." He whispers.

"Yes." He places his hands on her hips, having her grind into his face. She goes with his motions and grinds down onto him, while he sucks, licks, and nipples every inch of her. "Stiles!" She screams as she gets closer and closer, moving faster on his face. "Yes, god, yes." She moans. "Fuck, Stiles!" She cums, exploding her juices on his face, but he doesn't complain. He licks it all up, groaning as her taste hits his tongue. She shakily climbs off him.

"You're so sweet." He moans, closing his eyes and letting himself savor her taste. She grabs his shirt by the bed, it's already ruined from her crying, she wipes his face clean. He stares at her for a long moment. "Please let me fuck you." Dakota was done teasing. She wanted Stiles to fuck her. She needed him to. She climbs onto him and sinks down. Both of them groan as he fills her. She is tight and wet. His cock is soaked in seconds and is throbbing in her. "Can I…." Stiles hesitates.

"What?"

"Can I fuck you?"

"I already-"

"I mean, can I take control?" She pauses for a moment before nodding. He rolls them over so he's on top. He pulls out of her and pushes back in. Her nails dig into his skin as he thrusts in and out of her. He grabs her legs, putting them on his shoulders, causing him to thrust deeper into her. It's a good thing she's so flexible.

"Fuck, Stiles!" Her nails ripped into his sheets as he dives in and out of her. The bed groans and the headboard slams against the wall over and over again. Bam. Bam. Bam. Their noises fill the room. Stiles grunts as he fucks her hard and fast. Neither show mercy to the other as she works in time of his thrusts. Sweat clings to their skin, causing Dakota's hair to stick to her skin. Stiles digs his nails into her thighs, but they both know it'll heal. Dakota moves one hand to wrap around Stiles' neck, moving her legs to wrap around his waist, bringing them much closer to each other. Her fingers run through his short buzzed hair. He moves down and kisses her as he speeds his thrusts. She moves her lips off his and starts trailing kisses down his neck. Her lips find his pulse point and her eyes glow. Her teeth change and she bites into Stiles, deep and hard. Stiles grunts, but keeps thrusting into her. A sudden jolt of pleasure shoots through them as Dakota pulls her teeth out of his skin. They gasp as a tingling sensation comes over their skin and electricity runs through their veins. The bond between them completed.

"Dakota!" Stiles screams as he cums. Dakota's eyes glow as she lets out an animalistic growl.

A moment passes and their heavy breaths are the only sound remaining in the room. "Fuck." Stiles curses as he pulls out. "I…" Dakota looks at him, her eyes were a bit dazed. "I forgot to wear a condom."

"I'm not in heat." She whispers. "Only when a werewolf is in heat is she fertile. Male werewolves are always able to breed though. So really, it's all up to the female whether or not she'll be pregnant."

"Really?"

"Yeah, when I'm in heat that's the only time you'll need to wear a condom as long as your clean."

"I…" Stiles blushes, causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"You are clean, right?"

"I… I was a virgin." Her breath catches as she realizes what he is saying.

"I… I took your virginity?"

"Yes, but I wanted you to. You're the one I wanted to take it. I wanted you to be my first."

"What about Lydia?" Stiles huff.

"I already told you. Lydia isn't who I want. I want you and only you." He moves to lay beside her. She rolls over on her side to face him. "I just want you, Dakota." He brushes her hair off her shoulder. "What about you…. Did you ever… Where you a…."

"The heat… it's not…" Dakota bites her lip. "It's painful to go through. You are so weak and the only thing that helps is having sex. I only ever slept with anyone during my heat. I already told you I hate people." Stiles chuckles, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. "You're the first one I…" Dakota blushes. "I made love to." Stiles leans forward and kisses her.

"Good." He pulls her to him and holds her against him. "Let's get some sleep." She gives a big yawn as he says that.

"You're so warm…" She sighs, her eyes drifting closed. "Please don't leave me."

"I'm not going anywhere, Kitty."