Trigger warning!
Just as the tags state, there is rape/non-con in this - one of those scenes occurs in this chapter.
I have separated this scene from the rest with three asterisks (***) before it starts and once it's finished.
I ended up choosing a long-sleeved black shirt, that after looking in the mirror, I easily admitted that it looked better on Derek. I was practically drowning in it. Curse his stupid muscles.
Curse him, in general, really. Especially right now. Because yeah, he was hot. And yeah, I was into guys. But Derek Hale? No way. There was absolutely no way that would work. He was absolutely not into guys.
Scott walked in then, looking distraught.
"What's up with you?" I asked, turning to look at him.
"Why does his bed smell so strongly of you? Why are you wearing his clothes?" He paused and raised his eyebrows. "Whoa, dude! I knew you were getting over Lydia, but with Derek? And you were pretending to hate him!"
"Shut up, Scott!" I said in a coarse whisper. "No, no! He had me sleep in his bed. I guess I was distracting him from something he was working on. That's it."
Scott shrugged. "Oh, well, okay, I guess. Doesn't totally explain why he was acting so weird about it when I asked him how it went."
"He had to carry me to bed, Scott. It wasn't exactly a fun night for either of us."
He shrugged again. "Derek said you should come eat."
My stomach growled again at the mention of food, and I followed him out.
I sat down at the table and Derek presented a huge plate of food.
"When does a wolf get time to learn how to cook?" I asked as I spread peanut butter over the deliciously fluffy looking pancakes.
He shrugged.
I ate quickly. I'd learned within the first week that if I didn't eat it quick enough, the wolves around me started picking at my plate whether I was done or not.
Isaac came in, apologizing for being late.
"Okay, Stiles. What'd they look like?" Derek said after clearing the table. "The rest of you need to listen carefully."
I ran my hand through my hair. Nervous habit. I rubbed my collarbone.
"Don't touch it." Derek said, pulling my hand away. "It needs to heal."
I swallowed. "I don't know, I was focused on getting away from them, not what they look like."
Derek nodded. "Just try."
"I only saw two of them. There's more, though, right? There has to be more to be a pack, right?"
Derek nodded. "Any description will help."
"I dunno. The man…he's older."
"How old?" Isaac pressed.
"Older than Peter, I guess. Maybe the same age. He has a raspy voice. He's balding. In good shape. Smiles a lot. Perfect teeth." I shrugged. "I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention. I just wanted to get away from him."
"What about the other one?" Erica asked. "You said there was two?"
I nodded. "Yeah, a girl. She was tall and slim. Similar build to you, Erica. Brunette hair. Gold eyes, when she flashed them. Sharp ass nails."
"He's describing every-day people, Derek," Isaac said. "This isn't going to help anything."
Derek growled under his breath.
"Look, he was in my car. Why don't you just go sniff it?" I said, leaning back.
Isaac stood up. "Why didn't you start with that?"
"Isaac. Sit down." Derek growled.
"No, he's right," I said. "I should've thought of that. Sniff away."
I tossed my keys to Isaac. He caught them without looking. The entire pack shuffled out the door, Derek stopping in the doorway. "You coming?" He asked.
I sighed and stood up. "Can I go home after you're done smelling?"
"Is your dad at work?" He asked.
"No, he's home." I lied.
"I can tell you're lying." He stepped back inside the door and stood next to me. "Stiles, please. Either hang out here or come with us. I don't want you at your house. They know your name, they definitely know where you live."
"What? I can't even be at my house anymore? What the hell?"
He frowned. "Stiles. Let me fix it. I'll get them out of here. You can go back to your life."
I sighed. "I didn't ask for this."
He nodded.
He pulled my hand away from my collarbone again – I hadn't noticed I'd been rubbing it – and pulled me lightly out the door. It was only when we joined the rest of the pack outside that he let go. Scott was watching me carefully, eyes flashing back and forth between Derek and I.
He moved to stand next to me. "You were holding hands," He said under his breath.
"Dude, if I had any idea of what just happened I'd tell you." I said, staring down at my feet.
"Are you into him?" Scott asked.
We were interrupted by a low growl. It was Derek.
"What is it?" Scott said, stepping away from me.
Derek shook his head. "It's familiar. I don't know why."
"It's disgusting," Isaac said, leaning into the jeep to take another whiff.
Scott nodded in agreement.
"So now what?" I asked. "You guys go running around looking for them. You find them, maybe. Then what?"
Derek was watching me carefully, almost. It felt too intimate. What was happening? "We find them. We worry about what comes next after that."
"Where do we take them if we find them?" Boyd asked, leaning against the jeep.
"To my house in the woods, then call me. I'll meet you there. We'll split up. Erica and Boyd stay together. Scott and Isaac."
"What about you?" Scott asked.
"I'll be fine on my own."
"Where's Stiles gonna be?" Scott said, looking back and forth between us again.
"He's going to get summer reading done at the station. He's safest with us or with the sheriff nearby."
I sighed. This was ridiculous.
"Erica, Boyd, you two take the woods. Scott and Isaac head downtown. I'm going back to the flea market to see what I can find there." Derek instructed, shutting the door of my jeep. "And call me if you find anything. We meet back here at 1 to regroup and replan."
The pack nodded. Isaac and Scott turned and got into Isaac's car. Boyd and Erica got into Erica's SUV and drove quickly away.
"And I'm following you to the station." Derek said, tossing my keys.
"Seriously? Don't even trust me enough to let me go alone?"
Derek shrugged and walked around to his car.
"I don't even have the books I need for summer reading," I said, rolling my eyes. Derek rolled down his passenger window and tossed a book out the window to me. I caught it clumsily and looked at the cover.
"How did you know what I'm supposed to read? And where'd you get this?"
He rolled up his window without saying anything.
Stupid sourwolf.
I got into the jeep and lead the way to the station. This was stupid. So stupid. And what the heck was with Derek?
Derek pulled into the space next to me at the station but didn't roll down any windows or get out.
"I'm here," I said to the tinted windows. "Safe and sound."
No response. I sighed and turned around. It wasn't until the door was shutting behind me that I heard Derek drive away.
"Morning Stiles," Sharon, the officer at the front desk said. "Here to see your dad?"
"Morning," I said. It wasn't until then that I realized how ridiculously early it was. I glanced at the clock behind her desk. 7:30. Dad would not believe anything. There was no way I stayed at Scott's and was here by 7:30. Was Derek even thinking? Dammit. "Yeah, here to see dad."
She nodded and buzzed me in.
I walked down the familiar hallways and into his office.
He looked up from a file then looked at his watch.
"Scott was meeting Allison." I explained. I hated how easy it was to lie to him.
He nodded. "And you're here instead of at home?"
I nodded too. "Yeah, I figured it would be easier to focus on summer reading here."
His eyebrows knit together as he stared at the book in my hand. "Son, you're a good student, but you have never cared to read the books assigned for summer reading, let alone start them only three weeks into summer…"
I shrugged. "Scott's so busy with Allison, what else should I do?"
He still wasn't buying it. "And what about you, Stiles?"
"What about me?"
"I know my son – you love girls. Why don't you have a ladyfriend?"
I faked a smile and shrugged. "Too much work."
I sat down and opened the book.
"Stiles." Dad's voice was rough.
I looked up at him, my heart beating quickly.
"What happened?" He stood up and walked around the desk.
I sat up, swallowing. Derek's stupid too-big shirt had fallen off my shoulder. I pulled the shirt back over my shoulder and shut my book.
Dad pushed it back off and looked quizzically at my bruised and scabbed body.
"I told you I fell," I said, the lie coming easily off my lips.
He just shook his head, brushing his fingers lightly over the injury.
"Oh," I said. "When I was running. I tripped. Fell face first into a stump."
"It looks like someone grabbed you," He said, looking me in the eye.
I laughed, but it sounded as forced as it was. "Dad, I tripped. You know how clumsy I am."
He wasn't buying it. Shit.
"Dad, seriously." I set the book down and pulled my – Derek's – shirt back up.
"What kind of stump leaves a mark that looks like that?" He said, crossing his arms.
I leaned my head back. Shit, shit, shit. "Dad, come on. Let's be real, here. Who would have grabbed me?"
"Officer Lincoln told me he saw you at the flea market yesterday," Dad said.
I nodded. "Yeah, so what?"
"So he saw you with Derek Hale," Dad said. "Why were you with him? I don't trust him. And you shouldn't either, Stiles. If I remember correctly, you were the one that told me that he-"
"Dad," I interrupted. "I wasn't hanging out with Derek. Scott and I went down. Did Lincoln tell you that part, too? Scott saw Isaac Lahey and wanted to say hey."
"Why is Isaac hanging around Derek?" Dad asked, but he seemed to be buying the lie more.
I shrugged. "I dunno, it didn't seem appropriate to ask."
Dad stared at my collarbone even though it was covered up. "Maybe you should stick to running on flat ground, son."
I smiled and breathed out slowly. "Yeah, you're probably right."
I got comfortable again, my heartbeat slowly falling back into a normal pace. I read for another hour before falling asleep.
Dad was shaking me awake, laughing. "Go get some sleep at home, son."
I smiled. "This book sucks."
He laughed. "You've been here all morning…and made a decent dent in that book. Get out of here and do something fun."
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was noon. I had an hour before I was supposed to go back to Derek's loft.
"Scott's busy for another hour," I said. "I'll just chill here."
"Stiles, I think you should do something without Scott today. You shouldn't have to wait on him all the time."
I shrugged, but stood up. There was no point in arguing. Trying to convince dad that staying in his stuffy office for another hour would only make him suspicious. I decided to break Derek's rule and head home for lunch before going back to the loft.
I felt slightly uneasy about it once I pulled into the driveway, but I wasn't about to turn around and leave. No one was following me. The pack probably found the creeps already and was deep in fighting them and scaring them off.
It wasn't until I was halfway through making myself some chili-cheese dogs that I felt like I wasn't alone in the house.
Shit.
I turned off the stovetop and stood against the kitchen counter. I reached behind me and grabbed a knife from the wooden block behind me. I took a deep breath. Shit.
"Stiles, I thought we made it clear that we didn't want you to tell your pack we were here." His gross raspy voice sent a chill down my spine. He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the door.
"Made that a bit difficult to explain when you tried to paralyze me from the neck down."
He smiled. "I see that it wasn't too much of a problem," he stalked closer to me. I gripped the knife tighter behind my back. "You seem to be walking just fine."
"Yeah, well, it was inconvenient to say the least."
He was standing less than four feet away from me now. I could feel my heart beating against my chest.
"I'm just not sure how to make it clear to your alpha that he needs to stay out of our way," He said, suddenly in front of me.
I moved quickly and tried to stab him, but he was quicker. (Stupid wolf powers.) He grabbed the knife and threw it across the floor beside us, holding my wrists tightly in his.
I swallowed hard.
He took a deep breath. "Derek Hale…" He breathed out. "The Hale's are quite protective, aren't they, Stiles?"
I tried to jerk my wrists away from him, but it hurt me more than anything. "Yeah," I said, my voice slightly shaky at first. "So you should know not to mess with his pack."
He laughed. "You were very adamant yesterday about not being apart of a pack, Stiles."
I stared back at him. My heart beat was slowing down. He wasn't going to kill me. I was a pawn in his game. Killing me wouldn't be nearly enough fun.
He moved in closer to me, his nose running against my neck. It sent a second chill down my spine. He laughed breathily on my neck at this, still holding my wrists tightly. He sucked on my earlobe lightly.
"Derek's going to kill you," I said through my teeth, my heartbeat picking back up again.
He didn't respond with words. He moved my hands behind my back, holding both wrists in one hand now. He flashed his sharp nails in front of my face before ripping Derek's shirt down the middle quickly.
"You smell very strongly of him," He said, running his nails down my bare chest. I was holding my breath. "Are you his mate?"
I said nothing. I looked at the clock on the stove behind him. It was 12:45. I had to last at least another 15 minutes. Then the pack would know something was wrong. They'd come looking for me, right?
He laughed again, his hot breath against my neck. "No? But you want to be, don't you? I can feel it. You are waiting for him to come get you. To protect you."
I swallowed hard again. My breathing was shallow and hard.
"A human in a wolfpack." He said, licking my neck slowly. I tried to move away from his touch, but he moved with me easily. "Dangerous thing, there."
"Leave," I said. It was strong and hard, surprising even me.
He just laughed again. "It actually makes the pack weaker. But I'm sure you know that. You're basically an omega. The easiest to kill." He bit my throat and I gasped, jerking away. His tongue lapped the little bit of blood that he had just created. "But I'm not going to kill you, Stiles. You know that, too, though, don't you?"
"He's going to kill you," I said, my voice faltering.
Within seconds, he had moved us from the kitchen to the living room, his weight crushing me on the couch. I struggled beneath him.
He was kissing me, then. His sharp fangs cutting my tongue, my lips and my gums. I tried to fight him, but it was useless. I was putty in his hands.
He stopped kissing me finally. He was smiling down at me, my blood on his lips.
"He'll kill you," I said again. And that's all I could say. That's all I could think. No matter what he did to me here, Derek would have his revenge. Derek promised to protect me. And I trusted him for some reason.
He let go of my wrists finally, and for some stupid reason I tried punching him. I cursed and he laughed. He was rock hard.
It wasn't until then that I noticed that he himself was rock hard, but so was something else. I could feel his hard-on rubbing against me roughly.
I swallowed hard again. My first sexual encounter was with a creepy wolf against my will. Wonderful.
"Don't you find me even a little bit attractive, Stiles?" He said, kissing my chest. I lay helplessly under him, wondering what time it was. What if the pack didn't' come?
"He'll kill you," I said again.
And again, he laughed. "Is that all you are thinking about?" He sighed and slid down my body more. Pressing one hand against my chest, holding me roughly against the couch. "I wish you would focus on something else. This could be quite enjoyable for you, I'm sure."
"Fuck off," I hissed, trying to push his hand off my chest. He pressed harder. He was practically choking me now.
He was unbuttoning my pants. Shit. I squirmed beneath him, but it was still useless. I wouldn't stop trying to fight it, though. I wouldn't give up.
He bit my hips lightly (okay, not lightly. He wasn't biting hard enough to turn me, though. Just enough to make it hurt). He licked up each drop of blood that seethed out of the marks he left. He grabbed my limp cock roughly. "Not even a little excited about this, are you?"
I just glared at him, trying again to get away.
His teeth scraped against my stomach and hips. For the first time today I whimpered. With that, he came back up, smashing his lips against mine again. I bit his tongue as hard as I could before being disgusted by the blood. He punched me, tearing my lip open. I cursed at him. "You little bitch," He spit.
I struggled to breathe under his weight.
He was crushing me, kissing me, grabbing me, scratching me.
I was freaking out. Why, why, why did I not listen to Derek? I opened my eyes to see him pulling his fully erect penis from his pants.
"Please," I said, tears running down my cheeks now. "Just stop." It wasn't until then did I see that he was no longer human. He was full wolf, glowering eyes, pointy ears and hairy face.
"You're going to suck my cock, you bitch," He said, his voice raspy and gross and evil.
I closed my eyes and turned my head, only for it to be yanked with sharp claws back to face him again.
He only had to put his claws by my mouth and threaten to pry it open to make me open it on my own. "Good, you understand now."
I was barely able to breathe. My heart was racing and I was so fricking pissed at myself for not listening to Derek.
He shoved himself into my mouth. I choked and tried to push him out. He was foul tasting and revolting. He continued to pump himself into me, choking me over and over again. I fought weakly against him, quickly losing strength as breathing got more and more difficult. He pulled out, allowing me to breathe for a second.
Finally, the front door across the room burst open. It only took a couple seconds for the heavy body to be lifted. I opened my eyes. Scott, Isaac and Derek were all shifted, growling and howling at the man. I was shaking on the couch, shocked.
"Outside," Derek growled. "Take him outside!" Scott and Isaac pushed the man out the door, bearing fangs. Derek came to the couch, shifting back quickly. His eyes were still red.
"Are you okay?" Derek said, pulling my head up.
I knew I looked like a mess. My body was bloody and bruised. I was naked and exposed. I was crying. I just wanted to hide.
"Stiles, look at me," Derek said, pulling my face to look at him. "Are you hurt?"
I shook my head through tears. I wasn't hurt anymore than what he could see.
Boyd came in, then, growling. "He got away," He said, slamming the door shut behind him.
Derek shut his eyes. His jaw was tight. His body quivered.
When he finally opened them again, his eyes were back to normal. "Boyd, go put the seat down in my car."
"Derek, he got away." Boyd said, cursing.
"I know, I heard you. We need to get Stiles out of here before his dad gets off work."
Boyd took a deep breath and nodded. He opened the front door and went outside. Erica came in.
"Erica, go clean up whatever mess is in the kitchen. I can smell something burning."
She nodded and went directly to the kitchen. I curled myself into a ball, still crying, still shaking.
Derek took his shirt off. "Come on, let's get some clothes on you," He said, pulling me gently up. I took the shirt from him and put it on. Scott came in then, cursing.
"I'm sorry, Derek," He said. Derek shook his head. "Go get some sweats or something for him, Scott."
Scott disappeared up the stairs. He was back downstairs with boxers and my lacrosse sweats.
I put those on shakily. Scott paced around the house cursing.
Erica joined us in the living room. "Everything's cleaned up.
Derek was still kneeling next to me. I don't know what made me do it, but I sort of just collapsed into him.
And he caught me. He wasn't rigid or stiff like I expected. It was almost as if he expected me to fall into him. He stood up easily, carrying me for the second time in less than 24 hours. He put me in the car, buckled my seatbelt and shut the door.
I watched as he and Scott talked outside the house. Boyd and Erica had already disappeared back into the woods. Scott and Isaac got into Isaac's car and drove away.
Derek got into the car and took a deep breath.
"Were any of the cuts especially painful?" He asked.
I just shrugged. In truth, I was exhausted.
"Stiles, I need you to stay awake and talk to me."
I stared at him as he drove.
"What happened? Why didn't you stay at the station?"
"I'm sorry, Derek." I answered, shutting my eyes. I was embarrassed and in pain. I knew I should've stayed at the station. Nothing could change that now.
"Five more minutes and we'll get you cleaned up. Then you can sleep."
I nodded.
"Did he say anything?"
"He knew your scent," I answered quietly. "He didn't like it."
"I can tell," he said under his breath.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"He licked you and spit on you a lot, I bet. He was trying to cover my scent. I can smell it."
"I smell like him?"
Derek nodded.
I mumbled an apology.
Derek lived more than five minutes away. It was more like fifteen. After five minutes, I started to cry again. I don't know why (I do). I wasn't in pain. Just scared.
Derek didn't say anything but reached over and grabbed my hand.
When we did finally pull up, I was still crying. I felt like such a child. But I also felt like I deserved a time to be upset. I'd just been attacked. The first time Id ever been physically harmed by anything caused by the wolves.
Derek went around the front and opened the car door. I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck and he carried me (again) up to the loft.
"Can you stand?" Derek asked once we were inside.
He set me down, still holding me up mostly. My entire body was shaky and sweaty.
He helped me to the couch.
"We need to clean the cuts," Derek said.
I nodded and pulled the shirt off. I felt more like I was watching everything happen then actually living it. I was numb. Shocked. My body ached.
Derek went to the kitchen and bathroom before returning to sit beside me.
He worked quickly across my body, starting first with my lip and making his way down. Wiping the dried blood, spreading ointment over each one and bandaging the worst of them.
I had stopped crying. Now I just watched Derek work.
"Anything lower?" He asked as he finished the last cut on my stomach. It had been the worst one.
"No," I said.
"I'm going to check," he said, his fingers lingering on the hem of my sweats.
I pushed him away. "Please," I shook my head. "I've had enough of everything being exposed."
"If he hurt you..."
"He didn't do anything lower." I said, turning away from him.
He sighed but nodded. "Okay." He swallowed hard. "Let everything dry before putting the shirt back on."
I nodded. He stood up and put away what he had taken out. He stood at the dining room table, staring at several papers in front of him.
He was angry.
"Derek, I'm sorry." I said, sitting up. My heart rate was normal now, but I didn't trust my legs still. Otherwise I would have walked to him to apologize.
His entire body tensed up. He hadn't gotten a new shirt for himself. "What for?" He said shaking his head. "You got hurt. That's my fault."
"You didn't do anything. You asked me to stay at the station and I left."
He shook his head. "I should have had you with me. It was the safest way."
"Well, we know for next time," I said. I felt bad. Derek wasn't nearly as bad as I had thought for so long. He worked hard to protect the pack.
He shook his head and cursed under his breath. "That's not good enough." He slammed his fist on the table, startling me. He frowned. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"My dad was getting suspicious. I didn't know what else to do. I should have called and asked you what you wanted me to do. I knew it wasn't safe."
Derek shook his head. "Stiles, stop. It isn't your fault. He attacked you. In your own home. There was no way you could have expected that."
"You warned me!" I yelled. Though it wasn't all my fault, it wasn't all his, either.
He sighed. "Are you still tired?"
I nodded, even though I didn't want the conversation to be over.
He walked over and started to pick me up.
"I can try to walk," I said, feeling guilty. It wasn't Derek's job to cradle me.
"It's the least I can do," he said as he walked across the room.
I shivered as soon as we entered his room. Seriously freezing. I moved in closer to him, craving his heat.
When he set me down, he stared at me for several seconds.
I swallowed. I liked him. I did. A lot.
He wasn't who I thought he was.
But who was I to him? A beta. Basically an omega. A hazard.
"Do you need anything, Stiles?" He said. He was staring at the cuts across my body.
I hesitated. What was the cost of asking him to be my heater? I shivered involuntarily again.
"Right. You get easily cold." He said, but he didn't move.
"Not all of us were graced with perfect body temperature." I said, looking at my feet. I glanced up to gauge his reaction.
"Stiles, I'm really sorry." He said. "I never wanted anyone to hurt you."
"It's not my fault and it's not your fault. We can't change it."
He shrugged, shaking his head.
I scooted over across the bed. He watched me carefully.
"Are you going to come keep me warm, or are you going to go through the trouble of getting me a blanket?" I asked finally.
He didn't waste a second climbing into bed next to me.
He wrapped his arms around me carefully. My back to his chest. I couldn't see him. But he wouldn't do this if he didn't want too, right?
I didn't care enough. He was warm. He made me feel safe. Secure.