Authors note: I am really sorry it took me so long to update, I have been extremely sick with a bad cough and many other gross things for a solid 2 weeks. After all of the wait, I decided that you readers deserve to have the next installment. Without further hesitation or delay, here you go.
At 4:02 am, I woke to a dip in the bed. Derek, now with a pair of night pants on, had brought Sawyer into the room and laid him in the middle of the bed. Derek had entered with Sawyer in his arms, the tiny human's head resting on the junction of the alpha's shoulder and neck. "Cora had to go to work. She just left two minutes ago." Derek volunteered, laying the child down in front of me "I didn't want to wake you, but I think we should talk about whats going on here." The look he gave sent shivers through my body, it was like I wanted what he wanted. An awkward connection, but it feels nice to relate to someone that was older than 3 years old for the first time in a few years. Quietly, I get up from my spot of slumber, tucking my son into the warm spot I was vacating. Looking back, Sawyer was curled up on the bed, sleeping with his mouth open. My cute boy.
Derek was sitting in wait for me on the edge of the L section couch in the living room. "What exactly is going on here Derek? Exactly? I have been confused here lately, but at this time I don't even think i'm in control, and that is dangerous with Sawyer depending on me."
"I think you should be enlightened about your lineage." Derek had gone into full lecture mode, sat me down, and began pacing the walkway. "You said you are of the Stilinski blood line?" I nod, pausing on our eye contact "Well, that is not a blood line that is on record. Is there a different name you know that was related to your existence?"
"Related to my existence? What the hell does that even mean? I am up at what time is it now? 4:14 in the morning. I don't do mornings Derek. Can we just…"
"I am 100% serious, Stiles."
"Patrill, my mother….. Her maiden name was Patrill." As if on cue, Derek pulled the book from his side. It was as he explained it, a record of any 'were creature that was registered in the Domain. The domain was a power figure for were kind. "Why are we only talking about me right now? Huh? What about you, what is that silly tattoo on your back?"
"Stiles, its time to be serious right now…. Is your mother's name Claudia? How is Sawyer so… advanced? He behaves like a 5 year old. Where is your family?"
"Yeah, my dead mother's name WAS Claudia."
Derek was taken back "….you are of famous decent. Your mothers name was Patrill, your family was legendary in Southern America. For the longest time their rule was almost heaven like." The passion was all there in his speech, but that does not change the fact that it is still 4:17 in the morning and he just made me talk about my mom. "Did you not know about this?"
I do NOT want to talk about my mom right now, "Look, I don't do mornings, if you wanted my attention, this could have waited for the morning. I am going back to sleep, maybe in Cora's room with Sawyer." Within seconds of standing up, I was pinned with my stomach on the couch by Derek, his breath coming out in pants over my neck. To brace myself from the sudden force, my arms and legs spread in search of support. The heat from his alpha eyes bore into the back of my head, his claws holding my hip and shoulder in place gave ample warning to not move.
"It would be be better for everyone if you stayed with me for a little while." I could refuse if I wanted to, what would he really do to me? Although, I do need to know what he knows about my family, and making him mad would get my cause absolutely nowhere. Unclenching my muscles takes a minute due to the tension in his grip, but eventually Derek is human again. "Sorry, I lost my temper." He soothed with a few light pats on my hip.
"I think it would be best to just go back to sleep Derek. C'mon, you like sleeping right? I don't want Sawyer to wake up on his own in a strangers room." Without argument, we both went back to bed. When Derek and I sunk into the cool sheets on each side of Sawyer, the little guy curled into Derek's chest. Derek pulled me close to the middle of the bed, tossing the covers gently over my back. Slowly, my eyes closed, and I began to drift to sleep. Derek remained rigid, like a statue, or a guardian. The last feeling i remember was Derek's hand resting over Sawyer on my side, rubbing circles with his thumb to take the pain of where his claws bit the skin.
"There is more to be said, Stiles. We can talk about it in the morning.
After the eggs and bacon had been set out on plates, I began the toast, turning to fill cups of orange juice while the toast browned. Sawyer stumbled into the living room alone, rubbing his eyes to help him wake up. Without words, he sat on the only surface low enough for him to reach, the couch, patiently waiting for the food to be up. He likes his toast crispy with strawberry jelly, but the only jelly Derek has is a half eaten raspberry to offer. Without the jelly, it will be a long day. I think there are other things in town that he doesn't totally hate yet, we can go to McDonalds or something quick before breakfast is over. "Derek, I made breakfast, but we need to go out to get Sawyer something." I shouted to the next room. After a minute of silence, I called again "Derek!" Silence. Fine, if he wants to ignore me, then I will just make it impossible for him to ignore me. Walking into the bedroom, the first thing I notice is that he is not in the bed still. The restroom door was cracked, and the sink was running, so one would assume that you would be decent, but no! Derek Hale, an alpha of great renown, is masturbating because he is frustrated. "Well, thats…. thats a thing that happened this morning." I force myself to maintain eye contact by moving my hands to block my line of sight of his penis.
"Well if you want anything to get done, I need my me time. Being an alpha is difficult stuff man. So you can either go back out there and wait for me or you can deal with this!" He whispered harshly gesturing to his painfully erect penis in between us. On the plus side, we could leave and get Sawyer food, but on the negative side, this might be moving too fast for comfort. For a few seconds I mull it over, and I decide that leaving earlier is worth the work I will have to put in. Slowly, I lower to my knees in front of Derek, who is standing next to the sink.
With total seriousness, all I say before I begin is "If you make me choke, I will not hesitate to bite." With my warning clear, the slick head passed my lips. Slowly, my right hand came from my knee to grip his shaft, my left to grip his hip. A growl of approval shot through his whole body as soon as he bottomed out inside of my mouth. Rubbing my nose in his collection of pubic hairs, I began to withdraw. Inch after inch left my mouth, slick with spit. The second bob was precise, calculated. His hands came to cup the back of my head to massage my scalp. Again, he bottomed out, and again, the growl returned. The pace quickened, allowing me only to get a breath every so often. Him filling me up gave me a rush, and it was an amazing feat that I did not choke. It just fit, like a puzzle piece. Thrust after thrust hit its mark, each time his balls hitting my chin in a steady rhythm. About half way through, I withdrew and his hands went to grip he countersued. He was clearly enticed with me licking a line down his shaft, ending with my mouth on his swollen balls. Pump after pump of my hand gifted me with what seemed like gallons of his clear liquid. His cock, now hard, slick with saliva and pre cum, was obviously close to exploding right then and there. His eyes glowed red when they met mine, which I knew were blue due to my heightened scenic of being at the moment. In one swoop, I took all of him. Piece by piece, he came apart. By my count, he shot close to fourteen ropes of hot, slick cum down into my stomach. As he was climaxing, his hands returned to my head, locking it in place. "Wow, that was great. I, I mean… um thank you Stiles." As a blush creeped onto his face, he added "Sorry it was such a light load…" I had no words. If that was a light load, then what in normal, and god forbid I ask, but what is a large load? Almost too quickly Derek puled me up along with his underpants. What had startled him into pulling me from my knees? A tiny knock at the door.
"So I think you should throw some pants on, cause we have stuff to talk about." Quickly, he pulled on a pair of pants over his plaid boxers that were previously around his ankles, and a grey shirt. When we came from the room, Sawyer had eaten the food, even without his favorite jelly.
Sawyer didn't have school, so Derek took us to the park. The park was simply to entertain the bouncing baby boy, Which he made me explain, awkwardly. When he sat us down at a bench near the playground and asked "So where did he come from? He smells kind of like you, so I assume he is yours, you are a single dad I guess?" I nearly spit out my coffee(which still tasted of Derek's cum), is that a normal question you just ask someone out of the blue? "I'm sorry, I should not have asked that." he lied. I could tell in his heart beat, he must have wanted me to know he was lying, because alphas are excellent at getting away with lies, and he was doing a piss poor job of covering up his lies.
"Well, its a confusing story, so brace yourself." To be honest, I don't even know the whole story myself. I was hoping he could give me the other pieces of the puzzle when he found out what I know. "My blood line was famous, I knew that much, it allows many things to happen in my life. One of those things being my son. About 4 years ago, I was with an omega, they are dead now. The two of us made Sawyer," Derek growls, interrupting my story "before an untimely death split the three of us up." I finished.
"Did you love her?"
Oh. "Yes, I was going to marry HIM. His name was Clay. Sawyer was still inside of me when Clay died, and he doesn't know how mommies and daddies work yet, sooooo." The words were weird coming out of my mouth. "My lineage… well I don't know how to say it, but I carried that boy right there for about 6 months. He had a twin that… Well he had a twin." The conversation died away into sounds of frolicking 4 year olds. "Sawyer is getting dirty, can we, huh. Go now please?" Derek read the signs, he collected Sawyer and we went back to the apartment that we decided I could call home until my place was fixed.
On the way home there was little small talk, most of the time the radio served as a pleasant but dull distraction. When we returned home, I ran a small bath for Sawyer, while Derek helped him eat a snack. After his ice cream, he took most of his bath all by himself while Derek went to the store to get some toys to pass time when Sawyer gets bored. Half way between a commercial break in a tv show that I was only half watching, Sawyer called me back to show me he was 'All Clean' and to help wash his hair. Satisfied with my giggling, glistening boy, I reached back for a towel only to find that there were no clean towels in the whole restroom. "Stay here baby, I'm going to get a towel for you to dry off."
"Okay dada!" he shouted, splashing what was left of the water in the tub. Slipping out of the door, I was met with a stranger entering the apartment, growling at me. I latched the door behind me, shutting Sawyer in the bathroom. I shifted, and so did the stranger as soon as I did, I crouched, and so did he. His fur was noticeably darker. Two bands tattooed were on his left bicep before his shift, and an uneven jaw line settled into a predators weapon. On top of every thing, red eyes. I would lose this fight if we actually went at it, but it was my duty as a parent. He was the first one to lunge, pinning me down at the base of the wall, snarling in my face, earning a growl in response. For every swipe i gave him, he returned two, my strength depleted more and more with each cut of his nails. Every slam on the walls knocked something off of the walls. I struggled, but my fighting was useless. Just as he lifted his dominant hand to finish the job, Derek rushed through the door, pinned the stranger to the ground by his throat, and roared loud enough for the next two towns to hear. "Hey Der… Sawyer needs a towel" There was some shuffling, muffled voices, and then blackness.
When I finally came to consciousness, I was back in the bedroom. Sawyer, Derek, and a mess of other people were in the other room. That doesn't sit well with me. As quick as possible, I shot through the door, crouching and growling. On the other side of the door was a meeting. And here I was, in a tattered pair of underwear from the fight, staring at a group of people I don't know. And 4 that I do. Cora first "Derek, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" She yelled, pointing to a mark on my inner thy. A mark that matched the one on Derek's back. Mine was about half the size, and only slightly visible.
Then Derek, "I didn't. Unless what I did to Scott made that happen?" The group began starring at the new mark. My eyes met by no one, left to scan the crowd of unknown people. Lydia met my eyes before Derek did.
Holding Sawyer, Lydia calmly began to question me. "So, now that your'e a part of a branded pack, are you coming back to work?" The mark began to burn, and get darker simultaneously, causing me to topple over. Derek rushed to me, pulling my body to his, looking all over my body. His hands ghosted all over my body trying to find any pain he could take. It only gave more pain in the areas his hands came too close. Lydia took Sawyer outside, so he wouldn't have to watch what was about to happen.
"Derek, Stop! That is hurting him!" Cora demanded. Derek gave her a huff and continued to search my body. "Derek! Do you remember when I changed, this happened to me too. Dad tried and tried, but he only made it worse. It's a waiting game!"
"No" Was Derek's response.
The group began to get restless watching the scene. "Mom couldn't help you when it happened to you!" With that, he was off of me, Cora taking his place. "Go get him one of your shirts Derek." In a flash, he was gone and back again, handing over a soft shirt to Cora. With her help, I slipped the shirt on, which went half way down my thy. "Derek, only a mate causes more damage during the scribe. You are his mate Der." Of course I have no clue what she is even talking about. But the group they call a pack is plunged into complete silence. Cora pulls a chair up to me, and I sit. Every member in the room is at least five feet away from me, starring.
The black man second from the left who was said to be Boyd spoke up"Mates?" A few minutes after the pain stops, Lydia comes back with Sawyer, handing him to me.
"Dad, are you okay now?" The pack eyed Sawyer trying to find bits of Derek in him.
"Derek, he's not yours is he?" Scott asked, baffled.
"No," Derek stated "But the next one will be." He finished with a blush.
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