First post from Korea! :D Hahaha, yay!
My mind was on a Teen Wolf high during my flights. Unfortunately, my laptop was packed away in my suitcase so I couldn't type my ideas. But I had my phone! So I was like a mad texter for 19 hours... Ugh, my fingers hurt!
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They stumbled inside the house, hands grabbing, teeth biting, tongues stroking. Mark shoved her against the wall, kissing her with such passion. As if they were long lost lovers finally reuniting.
Summer moaned, squeezing her thighs around his left leg that was snug against her aching center.
"You want this?" he muttered against her neck. He grinded his leg harder against her, savoring the sound of her gasping in pleasure.
"I want this."
Mark smirked as he took her hand and led her up the stairs, down the hall, and into his bedroom. Pulling her in, he silently locked the door behind his back, hiding the action from her.
He felt his groin twitch in pain as it pressed into his jeans and he quickly yanked them off. "Get in bed." He dropped his shirt.
Summer crawled onto the covers and laid there. Anticipation pooled in her stomach and she felt her lace panties damp. She pulled off her shirt and bra, tossing them somewhere, her pants quickly following. She reached down to slip out of her panties.
"Keep that on," he demanded in a gruff tone. She shivered at the roughness in his voice. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so turned on. She felt her skin tingle when she saw him just standing there – tall, proud, and naked - with his member thick and erect.
He slowly walked towards her, stopping at the bottom edge near her feet. "Your shoes," he said.
Not bothering to unlace them, he just tugged them off and chucked it to the side, an echoing thump following.
He grasped her chin and jerked her head up, roughly. He hungrily smashed his lips against hers, shoving his tongue inside, loving the way her saliva mixed with his. She heard him growl and she whimpered in anticipation.
She started to pant out of breath, as she felt his right hand graze across her tender breasts.
Mark was touching her, trailing his fingertips everywhere. Her face, neck, down to her stomach, hips and thighs – between her thighs.
Summer's skin felt like it was being lit on fire. All that tingly sensation spiking her desire.
"Mark," she gasped, when she felt his tip suddenly brush up against her.
He smiled at her, coyly. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "Again. Say my name."
Her breathing was ragged, panting rapidly. "Mark."
He moved away, kneeling at her feet. He wrapped his hand around her right ankle. "Close your eyes," he said. He waited until he was sure they were.
Summer frowned when she heard shuffling near her feet. "What're you doin' ?" she asked, nervous. She felt something scratch against her right ankle, a pressure tightening around it. "Are you – " She opened her eyes and lifted her head to peek at the bottom. Her eyes widened. "No, stop. What're you – "
"I'll untie them. Don't worry," he assured, clasping the cable tie around her right ankle to the bedpost.
She propped herself up, leaning against her elbows, as she watched with uncertainty as he did the same with her left ankle.
"I promise."
Mark knelt on the bed. He trailed his fingers across her shin, shooting tingles up her leg.
She saw him bend down and press his warm lips to her ankle. "Relax," he whispered, his cool breath caressing her hot skin. Deciding to let him keep her feet tied up, she reached for a pillow and rested her head on it, focusing on the lips and tongue that was massaging their way up her shin, to her thigh.
Her knee jerked up, pulling the tie taut. She gripped the blankets and sighed when he gently bit a spot that made her leg tremble.
She felt her arousal soak the lace, hot and wet.
He inched closer and finally she could feel his lips against her panties, his breath breezing through the fabric.
She moaned, frustrated. Everything was going too slow. She just wanted to feel him inside.
Mark pressed his tongue flat against the lace while hooking his fingers under the band. He quickly ripped them off, the sudden cool air rushing against her heat, making her breath hitch.
Her hips jerked forward when she felt his tongue glide from the bottom the top in one strong lick.
He placed a hand on her stomach, close to her center, keeping her in place. He took her folds into his mouth, sucking, biting enough to make her cry out in lust. He felt her fingers pull at his hair, bringing him closer against her dripping center.
"More," she moaned, grinding her heat into his mouth.
He reached up, pressing his fingers against her, a crazed grin on his face when he heard her sigh. He sucked harder, her juices filling his mouth as he slid his fingers inside. "Oh, shit." he heard her say.
He pulled his fingers out and rubbed the top of her hot core with his thumb, his other four fingers digging into her stomach preventing her from moving. He pushed his tongue deep inside, strong strokes curling against her pulsing sex.
He felt her nails pierce his scalp as she gripped his hair tighter. "More," she gasped out. Her ankles were sore where the tie was digging into her skin, but it just added to the pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt that sensation get stronger. "I'm coming," she cried out and instantly she felt her release, leaving her heart pounding and her vision blurry.
She could feel his tongue wriggle inside, shooting tingles down from her stomach to her toes. She could hear the suckling sound as his mouth drank her dry.
Summer trembled when he took a fold between her teeth, tugging gently, and she got wet all over again.
She felt the mattress sink down from pressure on both sides by her head. She opened her eyes, caught off guard when she saw two steely gray eyes staring harshly at her.
She bit her lip, worried. But that look… it was hard not to get aroused.
"Summer," he said in a husky voice.
Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Yes?"
"I'm going to fuck you."
She bit back a groan and her hips inadvertently jerked up against his. "Oh, god…"
"Yes." He grabbed both of her wrists with his left hand, raising them above her head and pushing them down into the mattress. His grip tightened, bruises already starting to form. "God."
He shoved himself into her in one strong force, all the way to the base. He heard her cry out in surprise.
Summer felt like she was melted beneath him. She was completely mesmerized, as she felt his hard, thick length stroke her again and again.
He felt the walls pulse around him. He started to thrust with more force, more speed, grunting in beyond satisfaction when she started to quiver in ecstasy.
Mark was pushing deeper into her with an almost brutish strength. He groaned, his primal needs overwhelming him when he felt her nails rake down his back, her teeth biting his shoulder, her cries of passion, the smell of their sex. He tightened his hold on her wrists, pounding mercilessly into her.
She was close, he knew it. He was close, too. He had been close for a few minutes but forced himself to keep calm. He wanted to come with her, wanted to reach that high moment together. So he dragged it out, waiting until she was almost at the edge.
So close.
He was thrilled. Thrilled that he was fucking Summer first. He was so tempted to grab her phone from the bedside table and dial his number. Keep it on speaker. Make him listen as he repeatedly shoved himself inside her. As he brought her to her best orgasm.
He wondered what Derek would do in response. "Don't - fucking - care," he thought with each thrust.
Her skin was glimmering with sweat. He could see a drop of sweat glide down her neck, leaving a silvery trail. Not slowing down his pace, he leaned down and pressed his warm tongue against that hollow part on the base of her neck, between her collarbones. He licked his way up to her chin in one movement, wishing tonight wouldn't be the last he would ever taste her sweat, her juice, her lips.
Oh well. At least she got the chance to get laid before dying.
"You don't deserve her," Allison snapped, forgetting for a moment that she was human and talking to an Alpha.
Derek's eyes gleamed red with fury. He wanted to sink his teeth into her neck and rip her throat out for being rude. But she was right. He didn't deserve her.
Summer was so perfect, so beautiful, so kind and gentle… What was he? He was a brute. How could he ever make her happy?
His fangs slid back into his gums, dulling down to just regular, human canines. He felt his face tickle as his fur receded under his skin, the slight pinch of pain when his nails forced their way back in.
After what had happened at the diner, he had went back to his home, trashing everything in his path. Soon after, he called for a pack meeting, painfully and guiltily telling them what he did and begged for their help. He had rushed to the Stilinskis' house, pounding on the door. Waiting for Anna to open the door. But he had waited for an hour and he was still locked out.
He slumped back, the dust that settled on the old couch breezing up. "I know," he whispered, staring down at his hands that looked so empty without Summer's fingers in between his. Agony rushed through his body, making him ache.
Allison frowned, not knowing how to react. For the first time, she was seeing Derek Hale – the Alpha – hopeless, lost, and miserable. A pang of guilt hit her and she wished she hadn't been so harsh on him. But he needed to know the truth. She sighed and walked over to him, carefully sitting down next to him to avoid being smothered by dust. "Derek – I – I didn't mean that." She tentatively reached out before placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's just - " she hesitated, not knowing the best way to say it, "– you make things so difficult, you know?"
She glanced at the pack, silently asking them if she was saying the right thing.
They nodded their heads, encouraging her.
"You love her," she said. "But everything you're doing, you're just… You're hurting her. So much."
He felt his wolf claw at his chest, whining piteously.
"I know," he said quietly. "I know."
"Shit," Summer gasped, her heart still racing.
She lay on her back, her ankles still tied to the posts and sweat trickling down her skin.
Mark reached down to the floor and hoisted a thick blanket up, pulling it over their bodies. "That was – "
"Fucking amazing," she interrupted. She bit her lips, holding back a moan of satisfaction. She could still feel his hands doing their wonders, even if they weren't anymore.
"Wait," he said, propping himself up with his elbow, leaning towards her. "For the past hour. Are you British?"
Summer's eyes shot open and a slight panic rushed through her.
She glanced at him, quickly thinking of a lie to cover up her mistake. "Uh, yes. Yes, I am." She gave a nervous laugh. "But I've been livin' in Georgia for so long that I… assimilated to the Southern American culture." She brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear. "The accent returns when I get… excited."
Mark grinned coyly. "I'm sure I got you more than just excited." He placed his hands by her head, his palms pushing down on the mattress. He pressed his lips against her neck, nipping at the skin.
"Overwhelmed?" he said, his lips moving up to her chin. "Mind blown?" He traced the curve of her bottom lip with his tongue.
Summer moaned, the familiar coil clenching in her stomach all over again. She lifted her hips, nudging against his, and grinded into him.
"Trying to get me hard again?" he teased, his mouth moving against hers.
"I might be," she said, her breath brushed past his cheek, tickling him. She lifted her head higher, tugging lightly at his ear with her teeth. "Is it workin' ?"
"It might... If you say my name." Mark tilted his head down, kissing the ridge of her collar bone, trailing his fingers down her stomach.
"Mark," she whispered.
He grunted, feeling himself harden when her fingers glided down his soft, yet still impressive, member.
"Moan it."
A corner of her mouth twitched up in a seductive smile, accelerating Mark's pulse.
Her lips grazed his ear, shooting tingles down his arms. "Mark," she purred.
She gasped, feeling his fingers suddenly stroke up against her center.
"My name, Summer."
"Mark," she panted, squirming from his hot touch, trying to pull him closer.
They froze, hearing a ringing.
"Goddamn it," Mark groaned, rolling off her. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, quickly walking towards the door. "Probably work."
She turned, laying on her side. "It's - " she glanced at the clock. " - 2 am. What kinda work keeps you up this late?"
"The bad kind," he said, pulling his pants up, buttoning it. "I'll be back." He unlocked the door and started to step out.
"You locked the door?"
"I have a maid," he said instantly. "Didn't want to be disturbed." He looked over his shoulder and winked at her. "I'll be downstairs."
"Wait!"
He turned to her, an almost impatient look on his face. "What is it?"
She lifted a foot, creating a small tent with the blanket. "You still haven't untied me."
Her back prickled when a smirk crept to his lips. She bent her arms, leaning into her forearms.
Mark walked back to her, stopping at the end of the bed. "You're right. I haven't," he said, a strange tone in his voice.
She looked at him, expectantly, and jumped in surprise when he grabbed the ends of the blanket and yanked it off her, letting it thud on the floor.
"But I never said when."
Summer's breath hitched in her throat when she saw a glint in his eyes. She fidgeted under his stare when his gaze traveled slowly from her eyes down to the throb between her legs.
"Besides," he continued to say, turning to leave, "seeing you tied up, aroused, and sweating, all exposed to me... I can't wait to ravish you again."
He shut the door, leaving her alone. Summer dropped back, her head bouncing a bit against the pillow. She couldn't stop the huge grin that was crawling to her lips. Maybe Mark was it. Maybe he was the one. She's only known him for a week but in that week, she felt so... So alive.
She hadn't felt that alive since John, her fiancé. The only man she had trusted since running away from home - even told him a bit of her past and her real name.
She frowned, remembering how his family had spoken against the sudden marriage. They had met in April when they were 24 but made the best of that one month before he left for his final tour. But the only difference in this tour and the ones before, was that it was accompanied with letters. Summer never got a response, but she still kept writing, hoping that he would be reading them.
"You've only known this girl for, like, 10 months!"
Anna could hear John's sister shout from outside the door. John had told her to wait in the car, but she was too curious. She wanted to know.
"She's right, honey," his mom said. "10 months. You don't know shit 'bout this girl. Who she is, who her family is."
"I'm in love with her. She's in love with me," John argued. "She's caring, funny, understanding, smart. That's all I need to know."
"I won't let you do this, son," Anna heard John's father say. "I refuse to let my only son marry some girl who most likely was some whore back home."
"No!" John shouted. "I'm gonna marry Anna. I am. I love her an' that's all that matters."
"Does she love you? I don't think she does," the sister said in an icy tone.
"I've spent too long losin' people. I ain't gon' lose her, too. I'm gon' spend the rest of my life with her and if you won't accept this, then we're leavin'. "
Anna jumped back when the door swung, almost slamming against her.
A look of surprise was on John's face. "Anna!" He glanced back at his family, and back to her. "I love you, Anna. Don' ever fuckin' doubt me. And we're leavin'. Come on."
John headed to the beat down red Ford, stomping in fury.
Anna peered around the door, sadness growing stronger. She stared at their cold, hard glares. The sister's head was tilted up, a haughty posture, glowering at her.
"I'm not a whore," she said, starting to shut the door. "And I love John. So much."
Since meeting Derek.
"All that obvious staring you doin', you gon' stalk me?" she teased.
She watched as a light red crept up his neck and to his ear. She bit back a smile at his embarrassment.
The ruggedly handsome young man finished his pancake and drank his coffee before placing a generous tip on the counter for her. As he got up to leave, a part of her wished he could stay and talk with her.
She felt a shiver when he stared into her eyes, almost as if he was reading into her soul.
"Could you blame me?"
She raised her brows at his bluntness. He turned away - but not before she could see a smirk of satisfaction on his lips - walking on the white, tiled floor, and headed out the doors.
She laughed.
Oh, damn. "He's got cheek," she thought, amused at his confidence. She hoped that he was a regular at Jubilee's so she could see him again.
"Kinda like John."
Derek.
Derek Hale.
The one who made her feel so invincible. Made her feel as if everything she suffered through was worth the pain. Made her believe that Beacon Hills wasn't just another town on the map, another place to hide.
The one who helped her in ways he didn't even know. Healed her broken heart, soul.
But he just took her fixed heart and crushed it. As if he knew that she had fallen in love with him and used it, taking some sick pleasure in hurting her.
Summer sighed, refusing to cry.
She was happy. She wouldn't think about Derek.
She reached towards the bedside table for her cell. She frowned, concerned, seeing 13 missed calls and 17 messages.
Allison, Stiles, Stiles, Scott, Allison... the sheriff... Boyd... Isaac, Lydia...
She scrolled down her inbox, skimming through the message highlights.
"Pack meeting. Derek's. You coming? (:" -Allison
"hey bring some food! :D" -Scott
She looked further down the list.
"heard what happened. think the two of you should sit down and talk. he'll be at stiles in 6. btw has a dick way of showing but he really does love you." -Erica
"summer where are you were looking everywhere for you" -Stiles
"We're going to burn this town down. Where are you?" -Jackson
Summer groaned, not knowing that they had spent hours searching for her. She selected 'Stiles cell' started to hit call when a passport caught her eye. Curious, she picked it up.
She pushed herself up, sitting on the bed, her legs still spread. After wondering why his passport was out in the open, she remembered Mark mentioning he was preparing for an emergency trip up to Canada. She also remembered Mark saying that he was embarrassed by his passport picture.
"Can't be that bad," she said, smiling.
She flipped through the pages, looking for the one with his face.
"Oh… It is that bad," she said, biting her lips, trying not to laugh.
The last name caught her attention and she read it, confused.
"His last name is Andrews," she muttered.
She blanched.
Summer pressed a hand to her mouth, feeling something crawl up from her stomach to her throat. She felt like puking.
She dropped the passport, letting it fall to the ground. She hurriedly jabbed the key on her cell, panic and fear rising as she kept hearing the ringing.
"Come on, come on," she whimpered, constantly glancing at the door. "Answer the goddamn phone, Stiles!"
She cursed when she was directed to his voicemail.
"Yo, this is the great Stilinski. Leave a message and I will or will not call you back. It all depends on my mood and how much Adderall I've taken. Peace."
"Stiles," she cried. "Shit! You – you – goddammit, Stiles, where are you? It's Mark. Mark, he's – he's," she stuttered, terror jolting through her veins. "He's that guy! Gray – Grayson. The Wisps. Mark. Fuck. I'm here. We're – we're. Stiles, help me!"
She shut the phone and dropped it, quickly pulling herself towards the foot of the bed.
She grabbed the knots and started yanking at them. "Break, break, break," she cried, her vision blurring. Relief coursed through her as she got the left tie loosened. She wrenched her ankle free, ignoring the painful burn on her skin from the plastic.
"What're you doing?"
A sob shook her body as she heard his voice. She looked at him, dread and tears in her eyes. She couldn't breathe when she watched as his gaze shifted to the ground, seeing the passport.
She let go of the right cable tie.
His lips curved into a vicious sneer as he slowly stalked towards her.
Summer picked up her cell and tried to call Scott. But Mark leaped onto her, wrestling the phone from her tight grip.
"No!" she screamed.
He snatched it from her and chucked it across the room where it hit the bathroom door and fell to the ground.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy every bit of this. Every. Bit," he whispered, ominous.
"Please," she begged, closing her eyes. "Please, don't…"
She flinched, feeling his cold hand trail up her right leg, stopping at her thigh, lightly tapping his fingers.
"Don't what?" he said, mockingly. He moved his hand to her shoulder and roughly shoved her back down the bed.
"Don't kill me."
He leaned down, his lips against her ear. "I won't."
She looked at him, sighing in relief, only to be petrified again.
"But the Wisps might have other plans."
The depressing tension in the room shattered as Stiles rushed inside the Hale house, shouting. "Guys? Guys!"
"We're in here," Boyd responded. Everyone stood up, concerned when they heard the panicking tone in their friend's voice.
Stiles burst into the living room, faltering when he saw the somber looks on their faces. "Wait, what happened?" he asked, momentarily forgetting the reason for his urgency.
"Summer," Erica said.
Hope sparked in his eyes as Stiles sighed, relieved. "You found her!" he exclaimed.
Scott looked at him, confused. "Wait, what?"
Immediately, fear returned to Stiles' face. "Fuck. You don't… She called me a few minutes ago. She was – she was – " he stuttered, his airways constricting.
"Stiles, calm down. Breathe, breathe." Lydia rubbed his shoulders, trying to soothe him.
He stared at them, scared. "Mark. He's – he's – Mark is Grayson. She's with Grayson."
Summer shuddered.
"They'll come for me. They will," she whispered frantically, hoping to scare him – but mostly to assure herself.
"They will, right?" she thought to herself, dread hovering over her like a cloud. The possibility of that was not high. After all, she was assuming Stiles hadn't heard the voice mail. So they had no idea that she was kidnapped. No idea that Mark was Grayson. No idea that Grayson was in Beacon Hills. No idea that Grayson had her locked in his basement.
After what had happened in his bedroom he had untied her other ankle, thrown the blanket around her, and dragged her out by the hair. Down the hall, stairs, and into the basement.
"And when they do, they'll hurt you. Real bad. So – so you should let me go. Unharmed," she emphasized.
He made no movement that suggested he had heard anything she just said.
"Grayson?" She tried to look at his face through the darkness. Maybe if he could see the genuine terror in her eyes, he would take pity and free her. Maybe. But then again, he was a homicidal freak. So maybe not.
She leaned her head back, thumping against the wall. Summer wondered if he was going to kill her even after promising he wouldn't. All Grayson apparently wanted was for them to leave him alone, to let him continue his war against the slime of the Earth.
"Imagine my surprise when I overheard a man asking questions at the bar I frequent. Certain questions that... concerned me." his fingers wrapped around her neck, nails digging into her skin.
"What do you know about these strange deaths. Black smoke. Alcoholics, whores, druggies... Filth," he spat, his saliva hitting her face. "Naturally, I got curious. Who is this man and why is he asking these odd questions? So I followed him from Riverside up to Madera. To Sacramento. To Beacon Hills."
He licked his dry lips, biting at the chapped flesh. A drip of blood trickled down.
"And he started researching these... These coins. That fucking. Nosy. Piece. Of. Shit," he snarled, his eyes glittering with malice, shaking her by the neck at each word.
"You people couldn't just leave me alone, could you? Huh?!" He let her go, bringing his hand back and swinging it.
Summer cried out as her head collided with the cement floor from his hit.
"Fucking getting in my way."
She sighed. Did grief and pain follow her everywhere? First her family's betrayal, her parents' brutal assassination, her murdered fiancé… Derek… And now this?
Maybe she was being punished. Yeah, that had to be it. But punished for what?
Summer closed her eyes, trying to not cry.
"Find me," she whispered, despite knowing that no one would hear.
It's about to be 12 pm here in K world. Been a week, but my mind is still running on USA time. Which means I might fall off my chair 'cause I'm just so sleepy.
Thanks, guys! For everything (: