So, about last night's episode... I fangirl squealed in the beginning every time they zoomed in on Stiles' mouth. AHHH! And when he scored?! I mean, AWESOME!
And Allison? Well, let me just say that what happened last night gave me even more reason to hate her. I never liked her since she first watched Scott play.
And I seriously think Morrell and Deaton need to get their game on. I mean, the hunters have to know that there are people who support the werewolves. Not just Stiles and Melissa. At least, I think Morrell is on the wolves' side...
And I love Erica even more now. I mean, letting herself to be sacrificed to save Boyd? I knew I liked her since she got knocked out by the kanima at the pool.
But Boyd - oh my gosh! He came for Erica! I almost cried! All that trust and loyalty between them.
And Isaac? I liked him, then I loved him, cried when he said his dad was the anchor, and wish he was my boyfriend after watching him heal the dog and said, "I came to win." I love the friendship between him and Scott! And Scott saying he doesn't want Isaac to get hurt, awwww!
Anyways, on with the story... Leave me a review saying what you think! (:(:(:
It took a long time - weeks - for Derek to finally accomplish in sniffing out the murderer. Which was why he was standing before them in the study, relaying everything he had discovered.
At first, Summer had stayed back, not sure if she should follow them into the study. But after Scott's assurance, she tagged along, sitting next to Allison on the large red couch. She looked at everyone, seeing the worry in their eyes, the creases on their foreheads as their facial features came together with a frown. For the past hour and a half, they had been discussing the newest information regarding the Wisps and the murderer – Grayson Freeway. Summer had let out a relieved sigh when Stiles had announced there was a different solution. One that did not require her dying.
She turned to look at Derek, whom she felt had been avoiding her for whatever reason.
That thought was confirmed when she realized Derek was deliberately trying to not look at her. She tried to think of a moment that she had done something wrong to receive this treatment.
Derek had felt her gaze on his face and he had to force the wolf to heel. "Goddammit. Just one look from Summer and I go stupid," he thought, scowling. He felt her stare cease and Derek took that opportunity to study her from the corner of his eyes.
It had been a while since he last saw her ever since that chat with Erica. He missed the sound of her voice, the way she would sometimes walk when overly excited – toe first, heel later as opposed to the average person's heel first, toe later. He missed the way she would dance when she thought she was alone. The feel of her warm body next to his when they walked side by side, hands sometimes brushing against.
His eyes were immediately drawn to her exposed legs, left thigh crossing over the right. He could see the muscles flexing as she tapped her left feet in a steady beat, the pump dangling from her toes. He gazed upwards, frowning when his view was cut off at her knees, obscured by her skirt. Derek's fingers twitched as he felt the urge to shred that damn skirt off.
He stared at her hands, her fingers that were fiddling with the fringes of the pillow that was on her lap. Those hands… Slender, dexterous fingers that drove him over the edge every time she touched him. Derek wasn't into kink but he shamelessly wondered what it would feel like to have those fingers dipped in whipped cream and what it would feel like to suck them clean, to have those fingers stroke their way down his body.
He felt the wolf whine, the need to thrust into her, to have her hot center pulse around his thick member. Derek stood, feet wide apart, desperately trying to figure out a way to get rid of that throbbing desire between his legs.
"Fuck," he whispered, swallowing hard, wincing at the dryness of his throat.
"You okay, man?" Scott asked, trying not to chuckle. He noticed how rigid Derek was standing. Scott was suffocating in the tension oozing off of Derek. The tension he was pretty sure the other wolves could feel, too. The… sexual tension. Or, sexual frustration.
"Shut up," the Alpha snapped. "If there's nothing else to discuss, I'll be leaving." With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the house.
As Derek sprinted back to the asylum, he thought about Summer and her scent that he could smell at least a mile away. It was how he knew that Summer was at the Argents' house. It wasn't that difficult to smell her – she had that distinct scent of the fresh earth - like nature. A scent that made the wolf inside growl in satisfaction. But she also had a different scent, one that his human counterpart enjoyed. He couldn't describe it, but it reminded him of the wild raspberries that used to grow behind the Hale mansion, before the fire destroyed them.
He thought about what Erica had said, about him not being at his fullest potential ever since Summer came around. And he had to admit that she was right. But he still didn't care. Seeing Summer tonight ignited that intense love in him.
But a part of him was afraid. What would happen if Summer found out the truth? That he was the one who attacked her in the forest, bit her, almost raped her. Would she forgive him? Probably not. He ruined her life.
And what would happen if Summer found out she was his mate?
He remembered that night, the night he desperately tried to forget. It had been months after the fire and he had somehow ended up in England. He had become a bloodthirsty wolf on a rampage. Which is why when he smelled the girl's fragrance – that fear mixed with innocence – he wanted to shred her to pieces, to bathe himself in her flesh and blood. Because when a werewolf turns uncontrollable, those are the two things that taunt it – fear and innocence.
He pushed open the doors, one of them snapping from the hinges and flying through the air from the force. Derek walked over to a punching bag, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and attached it to a ceiling hook.
Thud. He rammed his fist against the hard leather. Thud. Again. Thud. Again. Steady, unlike his heart that was pounding sporadically.
Inadvertently, his mind drifted to last night. Starting with the long dream he had to the icy shower that followed.
He jumped, spinning his body and placing an impressive roundhouse kick against the left of the bag.
"Dammit," he groaned, the corners of his eyes creasing from shutting them so tight.
"Don't," she whispered, her breath breezing past his cheek, having him gasp at its chillness against his hot skin. "Open your eyes."
His eyes shot open, not wanting to disobey. She was in one of those moments when her stamina soared through the roof, when her carnal desires seemed endless. Those were the moments when he let her take control – only to pacify her. His seductive, dominating minx, he would call her during those times.
He was laying on the bed, back against the headboard, giving him a perfect view of Summer while she lowered herself onto his large, erect member, sheathing him into her wet folds.
Derek groaned, when she switched from her kneeling position to placing her feet closely next to his hips, her legs bent, giving him a better feel of her inside. He grabbed the back of her neck and yanked her towards him, kissing her hard on the lips.
Her fingers brushed up his abdomen up to his chest, her feathery touches leaving him gasping for air as he pulled away from the kiss. "Summer," he said, huskily, dragging her name out. He saw the look on her face, that coy smile, and it almost made him jet inside her.
She lifted her legs up and bended them over his shoulders, her ankles crossing behind his back. Her feet dug into his back and instead of hurting, he moaned when she pressed her heels against his sore muscles as if she was massaging them.
All that tight heat, their juices mixing inside her, Summer's moans and sighs and his animalistic growls… She was so gorgeous – fucking beautiful. Fucking beautiful then, fucking beautiful now with her skin glistening with sweat and her eyes clouded with pleasure.
He watched, curious, when she reached back, her hands spreading his legs apart. He watched as she laid down, her upper body nestled between his strong legs, her ankles still crossed behind his back. Some of her hair was resting on his shins, tickling him. He reached down to touch her hair, to feel the silky dark brown strands. He let go, trailing his fingers to her cheeks, across her jaw, and placed a thumb on her bottom lip, feeling the soft plumpness of it. Her breath hitched and he could hear her heart beat rapidly.
Derek slowed down his pace to a gentle grind.
He continued, his fingers gliding against her skin, her neck, down the curve of her breasts that fit perfectly into his hands, her stomach, and stopped, resting his hands on her hips.
From this position, Derek could see her entire front body and he loved it.
He saw the playful glint in her eyes and he wondered what his love was planning. "Fuck," he gasped, as she ran her hands down her body to play with the folds surrounding his hard length. He could see their wetness gathering on her fingers.
His eyes widened and jaw opened a bit in amazement. She never ceased to surprise him.
He felt her fingers brush against him, sending shivers down his back. He stared as her fingers fondled her folds. He stared as her fingers disappeared into her pulsing center, stroking herself and his member that was still inside her. Her hips jolted up and she cried out in passion.
"Fucking – You gotta be – Shit!" Derek sputtered, incoherently. He reached behind his head and forced her legs apart. He quickly adjusted their position and almost threw himself on top of Summer, his chest pressed against her breasts, and he smashed his lips against hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth.
He drove into her, almost ferociously, pounding again and again and again. At that point, he didn't care about his release, he just wanted her to be satisfied. Because she deserved everything he had and could give her.
She broke off the kiss, taking a deep rush of air. "Harder," she cried out, her breath erratic, as she gasped in high pitch at each thrust. Each thrust that moved them closer and closer to the edge of the bed, their upper bodies almost dangling towards the floor.
His body started to tremble, his muscles spasm in intense pleasure.
She shouted as she came, her walls vibrating against him. Derek felt himself pump into her seconds after she released. He threw back his head and howled, the raw sound laced with passion and love.
Derek woke up with a jolt, sweat dripping down his shirtless body, wet and hot. His heart was beating almost painfully and a hot coil was clenching in his stomach. Derek swallowed, saliva going roughly down his parched throat. "Fucking kidding me," he growled, feeling an ache and seeing it raised straight up. He jumped from his bed, ripping the blanket off of him, and stomped to the bathroom. He yanked the shower curtain back and cursed as he tore it completely off the rings. Not bothering to hook it back, he turned on the freezing water and drenched himself in it, pants still on.
He kicked the bag off the hook, sending it soaring into the wall. He watched as it slammed and bounced off to the floor, sending a resonating smack.
He just stood there, thinking about how complicated his life had gotten. He let out a deep breath, wishing that Laura was with him. She was smarter than he was. Braver, too. She would have known what to do and would have made all the right decisions.
He thought about what Erica said. About him getting distracted. About him avoiding Summer until everything calmed down.
But then he thought about what Laura would say. "You idiot. If you do that, you're going to lose Summer before you even tell her 'I love you.' ." And then she would have slapped the back of his head.
He couldn't. He didn't know what to do. Again, for the millionth time, he was lost.
Whew. That was intense.
Well, hope it was a good read and didn't disappoint.
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