After some careful decision making with 'lord kiras hand', I have some fuel to the fire. What can I say that wont give anything away? I don't know! Just read on, and we will see what pops up.
The morning rolls around quicker than I would have liked. The clock on the side table reads 5:04 am, which I assume is right this time because its not flashing at me. My body from the neck down is not moving when I tell it to, because Derek conveniently wrapped himself around me at some time in the night. In all honestly, I couldn't be mad at him, because I am wrapped around him just as much as he is wrapped around me. With each and every tug I muster, his appendages clamp around me, locking me to him. Absolutely nothing that I try will wake him, he just stirs, growls slightly, and settles again in our embrace. His incessant sleep mumbling was quiet and unclear. Over and over again he would say my name, and clutch me tightly. A knock at the bedroom door has Derek jumping up in a nude haste to block any intruders from his mate, me. His hunched body and extended arms were pure power. His wore a mask that covers his human features with those of his Alpha form. On the other side of the door was Isaac. The second Derek realizes, he calls out. "We will be right out, Isaac." And like nothing had just happened, he turns and hands me a clean pair of his black silk boxers, seeing as mine had been destroyed last night. He pulls a matching pair over his man business, allowing the two of us to meet with the three others in the living room.
Cora stands in the kitchen, talking to Sawyer who sits on the counter a safe distance from the stove top where she is cooking him breakfast. Bacon and eggs are in a pan together, and the pancakes seem to be ready on a plate in the middle of the table. Isaac is the first to make eye contact with the pair of us. His expression is a mix of anger and utter embarrassment. His face literally turned red before he looked away. "So that's why I had to cancel my plans yesterday." Derek looks at Isaac with an air of betrayal, obviously Isaac was let down from his canceled plans. An unmistakable shimmer stretched along my cheeks and ears prompting Derek to move his hands from behind my mid section, tracing the pads of his fingers over the exposed skin of my stomach. It seems that when Derek doesn't want to deal with a small problem like this, he just pays no attention to it until it goes away.
Pushing the larger man off of me, I apologize quietly sheepishly making eye contact. Leaving the guys to the discussion they were about to have. Sawyer was overjoyed to see me, making grabby hands for me, and leaping into my arms once I was close enough to him. "Daddy, last night was sooo fun!" Sawyer yells in my face while moving his hands in every direction as fast as possible to emphasize his statement. "We went to the park by my new school and played games, then we went home when it got hot. When Isaac got me up, we watched a movie with his friend and he played games with me and gave me piggy back rides and told me a secret! Then we all fell asleep in the bed. I liked his friend, he smelled like you daddy" for a second, Sawyer looks around and once he spots Derek, he cups his hands over my ear and continues his sentence "but he acted like him." His eyes squinted and his index finger came up, meaning that he thinks Derek can't hear exactly what he just said. Derek's smirk lets me know otherwise.
"Oh yeah? Well it sounds like you had fun baby. You have to start school soon, so you get to play on the playground all the time!" A long, sharp squeal comes from his core before he jumps down and runs over to Derek who was talking to Isaac. He jumps onto Derek, telling him about his time with Isaac starting from the beginning and even getting more details from Isaac. "Cora, is Isaac seeing someone? Because Sawyer says some guy showed up to his place…" Cora placed the new pancakes on the table and shrugged at me.
"WHAT?! ISAAC what the hell!" Derek booms, startling the child in his arms. Wiggling from Derek's grip and sliding down his tall body, the short trip to me takes seconds for the fast little boy. Sawyer stands between my legs, one arm around each, with his feet meeting mine. "What were you thinking, letting some random wolf near the pup!" Derek's rush of anger is as good as testosterone for teenage boys, in the commotion the table is broken. All of the adult pack members shifted for a split second, morphing into a completely different being, some staying shifted longer than others. The two males in the living room remained shifted, and with Isaac being a beta while Derek is an Alpha, there was no fight for dominance. Cora was not going to stop her brother, and Isaac is obviously in no position to argue.
Passing Sawyer to a confused looking Cora, peace was about to be made. "Derek Timothy Hale! You treat him like he deserves." Both males turned to see an angry me storming through the door way. "He didn't do anything wrong, which is less than I can…" My rant was cut off when my insides did a few flips, my face twisting into a sour expression. "Um, excuse me!…" A stabbing pain in my mid-section came out of no where, demanding to be dealt with. The first bit of vomit comes easy, but it gets harder after each wave. Derek's hands come around my hips, lightly rubbing in any and all directions. The nausea passes after my stomach is emptied. I could feel Derek leaving me and a moment pass before he hands me a wet wash cloth and kneels a few feet behind me to give me space. When I turn, the others are standing there. Not just Isaac, Cora, and Sawyer, but now Scott joins them with Allison, and Erica with Boyd. During the process of vomiting, my nails morphed and punctured my thigh skin, causing a sticky, silver liquid to trickle from pinpoint holes. The liquid smells like familiar things. Like Derek, like me, but most disturbing… like blood. The scene was folding out awkwardly as everyone, a sick wolf was unusual, but there are absolutely no records of ones with silver blood. Looking up to derek, I whined in my throat, high pitched… a sign of distress to any wolf's ears.
Derek's immediate reaction is to bend down and lap the shiny streams clean, in the process sealing the puncture wounds. The skin under his saliva was soothed, and everywhere else itched. Everywhere. Almost all to fast, Derek picks me up bridal style, rushing me to the room and bed that we had grown accustom to in the late, frisky hours of the night. "Take him to the park someone! And call Deaton, tell him to come over as soon as he possible can!" Derek commands, shutting the door and stripping the two of us completely nude.
Scott
"Take him to the park someone! And call Deaton, tell him to come over as soon as he possible can!" Derek directs at me, gently closing the door. Derek was obviously about to mate again to sooth his mates discomfort. By the time Sawyer had made it to Isaac, the older male was still shifted, but no threat to the younger. Sawyer takes only a moment to will his body through a transformation that took most of the adults in the room years to master. Hairs come from nowhere and sprout up along the child's jaw, giving a 4 year old an impressive pair of mutton chops. Isaac and Sawyer study each other, except that, they are not really each other. They are were wolves meeting for the first time Isaac grunts at the runt before him. At the moment, tensions were low, and no one seemed to be in immediate, curable danger, so I task my self with cleaning up a little. The broken pieces of table and stuffing from a poor stuffed animal that was in the wrong place at the wrong time are the first to go to the dumpster outside.
The first sight I am met with when I turn from the dumpster is Isaac taking off with Sawyer tucked in his arms like a football. "Shit! Boyd, call Deaton!" I shout as I run after Isaac and the pup. Sawyer does not seem to care too much as he climbs onto Isaac's back and secures himself like a backpack, which calms me slightly because he is not panicking. The transition was so smooth, it seems like they have done this before. The pair in front of me had made it three blocks before finally ducking through an alley and popping up on the next street. The neighborhood was almost entirely apartments through this part, so Isaac does not surprise me when he ducks into a door way to one of the moderate complexes. The chase ends on the third floor in the second doorway on the left side of the hall. Just as I approach the two who are trying to gain entry to the other side, the door swings pen in a rush and the smell of another wolf pours out os the doorway. The wolf (who is in human form, kind of) who opened the door invites us all in with a grin and a nod. To me, he introduces himself only as Aaron Masters. On any other day, I would have raised a stink about the whole situation, but there was a key difference in this predicament. Aaron smelled allot like Stiles and Sawyer, which only meant one thing for me… It's time to investigate.
Derek
"What Stiles was doing was called 'budding', it is a natural response that receptive wolves go through when they are mated." The first straight up answer from Deaton since I have known him and we didn't have to beg him for it. The others all left on some goose chase with Sawyer, so Stiles, Deaton and I commune in the kitchen conducting any business we could not do in front of the others. Stiles leans with his butt against the counter while Deaton sits at the table facing out.. "But oh the other hand." and there is a catch… "The silver blood is simply unheard of in my records; Not to mention ironic." When Deaton paused, stiles hugged his mid section firmly and looked at his feet.
"Any thoughts Doc? Like I know there is nothing in the books or whatever it is you use, which would probably be a computer come to think of it. Do you use Mac?" At the beginning signs of a panic attack I shuffle over and try to calm Stiles, which would be missed by Deaton if he had not had an extensive history with the supernatural. His experience coming from my family to be exact. Deaton continued to ponder while Stiles begins to curl into me and mumble about anything that comes into his mind. Deaton's ideas range from this to that, but the one that stands out to the pair of us is when he says that we might be pregnant. Immediately the bones in my fingers break and reform into longer, extended digits.
"If I may, Derek…." Deaton questioned, gesturing to stiles in my arms. Quietly, I step away from Stiles, who returns a broken huff and sad eyes. It takes every bit of control I have to allow Deaton to examine my mate because I know what he is about to do, he did the same thing with Laura when she was pregnant three years back. It is a strip search. Deaton instructs Stiles to turn and place his hands on the counter after dropping his underwear while he snaps on some doctors gloves from his lab coats pockets. The overwhelming whine out of Stiles' throat breaks me a little more, but I remain resigned and continue to relay a calming energy through the room. Stiles' eyes met mine, he was met with a cold stare from a distance. Deaton's fingers pulled at the hem of the underwear that Stiles had slipped on in a hurry; the cloth dropped to the floor like a feather. "Stiles, if you want me to tell you what's happening, i'm going to need you to un-clench your…" Deaton starts, quickly taking the note when Stiles vigorously shakes his head no. I growl at Stiles, which was meant to reassure him that all was alright. His sigh of defeat was audible to human ears, and the blush that spread over his face could compete with a traffic light. He released his muscles, and in return, a fair amount of my fresh semen had trickled down his leg to the floor. The river left behind smelled like a mix of the two of us. The Hale 'tattoo' was throbbing on Stiles' thigh, it looked like the pulse of a heart, but at his crotch.
"Is that normal? That throbbing?" Deaton shrugged. The doctor continues to poke and rub. Stiles draws the line when he feels a finger find its way to his pink pucker. His wolf could not hold its peace, taking control and forcing him to shift. Deaton stumbles backwards at the second that I spring forward to cage Stiles in my arms. His thrashing and slashing is relentless through my calming kisses on his neck. Out of fear that Stiles will slip out of my grasp, I drag him through the doorway to the bedroom we share. My scrambling mate tore across the room from the door that I blocked. Stiles curls up in an angry ball on the middle of the bed. I crawl beside him, pulling him apart until until I have the opportunity to reach down and smile up at my beautiful mate, rubbing circles into his half hard dick. His lips so full as he moans, forgetting the doctor in the next room.
I take his cock, already hard from my encouraging massage and begin to kiss him in a new way. First the head. Kissing lightly. Enough suction to make him groan. Enough of a tease to keep him interested. And then, as if I have been trained to do so by a professional, I take the member down to the base. My mouth expands over the length of his 7 inches, gagging slightly, but swallowing over the dick none the less. I looks up and slowly move up his body, kissing a trail softly up his body, ending with his mouth.
His moan "Mmm, I'm delicious today." Kneeling between his spread legs, my hands find a way to stay busy. That area just beneath his balls, giving just the right pressure. I return my mouth to its prize, furiously bobbing. Slowly sucking. Gently licking. Hands slippery, sliding. Fingers roaming, finding their way to his ass. Not in, but almost. Just the pressure drives him wild under my body. He will never last with this going on. I'm ready for all he's got. His hands quickly come up to grip the back of my head, one thrust, two thrust, three deep thrusts, and then there it is. A taste of him. A lot of him. Warm. Salty. And strangely satisfying. Within minutes of his orgasm, he drifts to sleep in the bed, completely tuckered out from his morning.
Leaving my sleeping mate on the bed, I return to the living room to find the remainder of the pack had returned in my absence. Scott, Isaac, and anther unknown wolf were out on the balcony. Deaton had waited for me, to give me his information. His gloves long gone into the garbage, and the underwear on the ground slid to the washing machine. Deaton and I sat in the kitchen over a note pad with a few bullet points on it. He goes down the list once or twice before looking up at me. "Well there is no bad news, I think." he starts. "First of all, congratulations, he is pregnant." Joy. Fear. Guilt. Love. All at once. "And the throbbing, I know what that is about. You see, Stiles had belonged to another wolf, a wolf who knotted him just like you did. That explains Sawyer. But that claim is being taken over by the power of your knot. Stiles' previous mate was either a Beta or an Omega, and you being an Alpha takes a priority to their power." So that means that Stiles and I are not only pregnant together, but he is now all mine. "No need for the 'thank you' that no doubt would fallow, but I must return to the clinic. You will receive my bill." Without another word, he left, and the pack entered with an unfamiliar face.
The new wolf, a skinny tan runt sat in the end section of the couch. He introduced himself to me as Aaron. He has little information, but what he says is important.
"I am from Stiles' past, and he needs me now more than ever..."
Welcome to the story Aaron, and spawn of Derek and Stiles. I need names people. Or I could just name it after a crush. (Thats where Sawyer came from). Read and review, P.M. is welcome too.