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Stiles didn't want to just mope around the house with a killer headache. Lydia being Lydia fixed her a bloody mary to get rid of it but that only did so much. She wanted to have fun. After so many years being off alone doing her own thing with so much fun, she can't just sit around here with gaurds on end. And just when she looked through the patio door at the back entrance and noticed the pool.

The pool.

They have a fucking pool, she thought with wide eyes. Stiles was estatic.

"It's a Saturday and I need to get wet-"

"Be carful now. There's an unmated wolf here," Isaac smirks.

"I need to cool myself off. You guys in?" She asks the group. Stiles had broaden her group of friends after meeting Boyd and Erica earlier in the day after breakfast. Boyd was timid but Erica was more eventful if not like Lydia. Erica was on board as long as a hot sexy bikini was on the line. Lydia warned Stiles that her being a newly mated wolf would not do good for everyone's life if Stiles goes around in a bikini and Derek hasn't even seen her naked.

"Puh-lease, I don't wear bikini," she rolls her eyes. Stiles runs up the stairs and into her room. She went through her dresser trying to find her swimsuit.

"Whoa, mama!" Erica yells out to Stiles when she reveals herself. Stiles rolled her eyes. "Sexy Stiles!" she laughs.

Stiles had on a black one piece swimsuit with 'West Coast' in white in the front. The back of the swimsuit dipped low a few inches above her hip. Isaac's couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Stiles knew that she was slim. She wear size five in jeans but has a small chest. And being a werewolf helps her out making her toned in unimaginable places.

"That's the first time I heard that before," she laughs as she cannonballs to the pool. The cool water surrounding her petite body. "I don't mind hearing it again, Sexy Erica."

They had fun. More fun than just getting drunk at the bar. They played Marco Polo. And raced in the water with either Scott or Isaac wining. But Scott would lose sometimes since he would catch himself staring at Allison as she talks to Lydia and Stiles.

But the most fun was playing Towers.

That's the game when you sit on someone's shoulder and try to knock down the other.

And Isaac and Stiles are invincible. Lydia was the coach seeing if any cheating going on. And she would whistle every now and then when she catches Stiles tickling Erica making her go down.

"Anything means necessary," she yells throwing her hands up in victory. Stiles was so into her game that she didn't even noticed her mate walk outside to see that the commotion was about. She noticed when hearing the threatening yet sexy growl coming from Derek. Her head whipped forward and she waved at him but he seemed angry.

"Maybe he's pissed on the fact that his half naked mate has her legs around Isaac's neck," Erica tells her like she read her thoughts. Stiles thought that Erica might become her next best friend. Stiles rolled her eyes and jumped off of Isaac and swam to the edge of the pool to where Derek was standing. She looked up and smiled sweetly at him.

"You should jump on in," she told him. "Give me a reason to see you all wet, glorified, and smexy," she said to him causing herself to blush. Stiles knew that Derek was ripped. It was pretty obvious when with his broad shoulder and flexing muscles every time he moved. She caught hold of them when she made out with him on their ceremony night.

"Isaac," he calls out for his Beta. Isaac quickly swims over next to Stiles but made distance between them. "I'm leaving for business. You know the drill. Inquiry is on my desk." Derek then looks down at his mate. "Be safe," was all he said before walking back in.

"I'll miss you, too," she yells at him. She turns to Isaac. "Let's have a freaking party."

Let's just say that they didn't have a party.

Stiles's heat came like a wave. A heat wave. She didn't know what the hell was going on until Isaac walked in and took a whiff of the scent. She gave off the scent of arousal and lust which for an unmated wolf, means open for buisness. And since he is the right hand man to Derek (having Derek give him the bite personally) means that the feeling that Stiles was giving off, was way stronger.

Derek has been gone for two days. It took Stiles to ask Isaac and beg Derek to tell her through hundreds of texts of where he went. He went to Seattle visiting a pack. Helping an old friend out through there mutual hatred of hunters.

They was all just sitting on the couch in the living room watching Savages with Blake Lively and Taylor Kitsch. Stiles was just ranting about how how hot Aarron Johson and Taylor Kitsch was until some wave pool. It came out of the sudden. Her vision slightly blurry. Mouthwatering. Her head began to pound at the same rhythm as her heart.

"Holy shit," she said as she felt her forehead with the back of her forehead. Her temperature risen. "I feel like..." she trailed off as soon as the heat of wave pool over her. Her body flushed. A desire flowing through her.

"You smell like..." Lydia scrunched her nose up. Her eyes widened. "Are you..."

"What the hell...?" Isaac hops up from beside Scott and across the room swiftly. His nose flaring from the erratic yet alluring scent of all things Stiles. "You're in heat." he states the obvious.

Stiles never really had the 'talk' since she lives with three older boys who doesn't know a thing about it. It sucks since the Stilinsky pack is mostly made out of men who are mated with humans. She never knew that being in heat felt like this.

Her eyes went to Isaac who was already on the verge to mount her from across the room. He was wolfed out (what Stiles would call it). He was growling and snarling.

"What the hell, Isaac?" she said in a breathy whisper.

"Scott, get Isaac out of here," Lydia yells at him as she pulls Stiles to the kitchen. Stiles could hardly breathe. It was as if the air was heavy. She was struggling for a breath of fresh air along with seeing straight. She felt like she was on fire. And sweating was not making it any better. She rested herself against the fridge and watched as Lydia talked on the cell phone. "I know, I know but its Stiles." She waits. "She's in heat. Scott had to literally wrestle Isaac out the house. Ok, bye." Lydia looks at her with a smirk. "He'll be here as soon as tomorrow."

"So, I'm going to feel this way for a day?" she screeched. "How do I get rid of this freaking feeling," she asked crouching to the floor wrapping herself in her knees.

"You never had the talk?" Lydia crossed her arms. Allison came behind her. "I don't know much about it since I'm still technically human." Stiles knew that for years. They grew up around each other. With Lydia being Jackson's mate and JJ trying to change her. She ended up living through the full moon yet not altering into a werewolf. She became something else.

A banshee.

"I know the gist around it," Allison said. When she was a teen training to become a hunter, her dad told her about the 'heat' that the women wolves go through. That they are irresistible to unmated wolves. Allison explained to Stiles all that she knew about her heat and that only made Stiles worse.

"I will feel like this until Derek...crap crap-and there's a guarantee that I'll get knocked up!" she banged her head against the fridge. "I can ignore it, right? How long does it last?"

"Almost a week if not taken care of but less if Derek..." Allison trailed off blushing. Stiles cursed.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asked Allison and Lydia.

Stiles thought she could handle this. But it's only been hours and already she is ready to mount all things Derek. Scott and Isaac made sure that all unmated wolves of the Hale pack was out of territory and put them in hotels to stay at. Stiles commented that the pack has nothing better to do with the money then throw it away at hotels so that their alpha can get their freak on. She took a few cold showers and ice baths but that only did so much to her body.

Where the hell is Derek, she thought to herself. Stiles decided she would hold out on the mating thing. She and Derek's relationship has not amount to much sense the territory. The only sense of affection that she relayed on him was a kiss and she was the one to initiate it. And then the worry of sex got into her head.

In today's modern era, sex before meeting your mate became in the norm. But Stiles stood true to tradition. She would want her mate to be much as a virgin as she is. That didn't stop Stiles from getting her Mack on with her first and last boyfriend, Aiden, in college by only kissing. No penetration.

She waited on the bed with only a sports bra and pajama shorts on. Her cell phone in hand looking at the time and hoping for any updates from Derek. And before she could even thing, something clicked. Her legs moved on its own. Stiles grabbed her quilt and walked to Derek's room. And as soon as the door opened, she was welcomed to all things Derek.

The room was just as simple and undecorated as she thought since it belonged to her mate. Someone who's all things complicated. The hardwood floors squeaked and creaked as she made her way to his bed. The bed was simple yet the most alluring since it was drenched in her mate's scent. She sunk herself into his black comforter and wrapped herself in her quilt and snuggled up onto his pillow.

Just being in his scent gave her a content feeling and she easily fell asleep.

It took almost twenty four hours for Derek, but he made it. Ever since Lydia called, his wolf has been howling in excitement. He cut his trip short and caught a private jet to Beacon Hills, California. He was restless as it is. He couldn't even nap until he was around Stiles.

He smelled her aroma as soon as he was on the porch of his manor. He could hear the erratic heartbeat and breathing. He dropped his luggage on the foyer and ran up to the scent following it. He didn't think that the scent was leading him to his own room.

Derek stood there breathing heavily of all things Stiles. He took one careful step closer to the bed. His hazel green eyes never leaving Stiles's brown ones. His hands balled into tight fists trying to control himself.

"I had my mind made up," she said weakly to him. Ever since Derek ran in, she was radiating more heat than usual. And all her mind was focusing on was Derek. Derek. Derek. Freaking Derek. "I was going to tell you that I would not mate since we have yet to build a strong human relationship. But..." In one graceful movement, she strolled over to Derek. He stilled as she takes steps towards him. She reached out and grazed her hand over Derek's cheek. The touch was tender and soft and it filled Derek with a warm yet numb feeling. Her heart eased when Derek submitted to her touch. He took one step and his hand rested along her slip waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Derek closed his eyes and relaxed into his touch. His shoulder sank and posture relaxed with the overbearing scent that went through every pour seducing him in.

"...you walked through that door and it is taking everything in me for not jumping you this very second," she said softly. The simple contact of this embrace was enough for Derek. But for his howling wolf that his commanding him to mount his mate...he needed more. And that Stiles was also wrapping herself in Derek, that she was accepting him.

Derek didn't thing before acting. He tighten his embrace over Stiles and nestled his face into her neck and breathed heavily. Seeking more information from his mate. Stiles couldn't help but smile at this new found affection from Derek.

"Are you sure?" Derek couldn't help but ask. He didn't need his mate holding a grudge against him because he didn't wait until she was fully ready.

Stiles pulled back with a teasing look. She did the bravest thing ever, she tilted her head back and pressed a sweet kiss to his sweet thin lips.

"...Course...Sourwolf...sure...ever," she muttered agaisnt his lips. The chaste and sweet simple kiss transformed into something deeper than what she was used to. It was hot and demanding. Yet tender and loving which confused the hell out of Stiles. That didn't stop her from giving out a luscious moan that was musical to Derek's ears.

Derek knew what Stiles wants and desired, and Stiles knew exactly what Derek needed. Hooking his hands around the back of her thighs that then wrapped around his waist. Derek held her tightly as he walked them towards the bed that carried her scent.

He dropped Stiles onto the bed which made her giggle. He lifted an eyebrow at the new item on his king sized bed. He lifts it up and sniffs. It reeks of Stiles and he loved it. He wanted it.

"That's my lucky quilt," she said in slow breaths. "My mom made it." Stiles bit her lip. She wasn't sure if she wanted her family quilt in the same bed that she is going to be ravaged in. She took it from him and threw it across the room on the desk of his. "Attention on me, please," she said with a smile.

Derek shakes his head at his silly mate and lowered himself onto her. He took a deep inhale into her neck intoxicating himself into her scent. Stiles laughed when she hears him growl. She relished in the fact that Derek was pressing himself into her. She felt the hard firm muscle of all things DEREK. His hands threaded into her short chestnut brown hair causing her to purr in delight. Surprisingly he was in no hurry to rush at this which made her heart pound a bit.

"You do realize I am in heat, do you?" she said through heavy breaths. Derek lifts his head and just watches her profile. He loved how she shows her feelings. Her eyes was dazed yet wide. Her cheeks flushed pink over her many moles and freckles over her cheeks. "Can...You like...just...ravage. Me already?" that quirked a smile into Derek.

His mate wants him now.

He stole a quick kiss or two before lifting himself off of her. Stiles watched in awe as this Adonis of a God peels off his black Henley shirt showing all things Derek Hale. He could feel Stiles's hands trail over his flesh, his abdomen that had a few hairs over his 'V'. She smirked at the chest hair that he had as well.

"Dude..." was all she could spit out. Her body was inflamed in both heat and blush. She was now on the verge of nervousness. Her heart pounded against her chest. This guy had a body of a Greek god. And she knew that she had a body of an awkward fourteen year-old. "I'm keeping my shirt on," she declared as her hands moved to his pants unbuckling her belt.

"I don't think so," he said with a growl. Like the idea of a clothed Stiles is out of the question. In one quick movement, he ripped Stiles cropped shirt off in ease welcoming himself to a slim yet soft Stiles. He growled at the many scars on her torso but he would save the questions for another day.

Derek chuckled at the squirming Stiles who attempted to cover herself up. Just weeks ago, he carried her stalk naked from the woods and now she's ashamed of her lovely body. He pressed his body onto hers as he pressed his lips onto her soft ones. Derek loved this. He loved how her body was such a small thing. Not as tiny as Lydia but tiny enough for Derek to engulf his built body onto hers. He was built like a bull, Stiles thought. Full of power and not an ounce of fat on him. His shoulders was broad as was his chest as well.

Derek inhaled deeply again. The hardness of his abdomen pressed tightly onto her soft flesh. He gazed down onto her slightly pale skin that was now flushed pink. He could hardly control himself with a heated mate but he would not hurt her. Not when this is their first time together.

"Oh my god," Stiles covered her face. She is okay with her body. Hey, she worked out with Scott and Isaac in only shorts and a sports bra. And she felt comfortable in a swimsuit all the time. But when Derek gazes down at her with those hazel green eyes that she loves, she felt so...nervous.

Derek will have her chocolate brown eyes look at him. But that didn't stop him from making his kisses on her neck that was bared to him. Submitting to him. Stiles closed her eyes and squirmed. He trailed kisses onto her shoulder and down her chest that was covered with the retched sports bra.

Stiles didn't even notice when Derek clawed her Nike bra off. But then she felt a breeze of air on her girls. Her eyes popped open and she looked down at Derek who was now kissing her chest. Her barely B-cup chest. She wanted to push him off but her wolf was purring and wanting. Desiring more from her mate. Stiles couldn't really control what she was feeling at this moment. Her hands went to Derek's hair pulling on it as he went lower onto her torso.

Clothes was off now. Nothing but flesh on flesh. And Stiles and Derek was not even there anymore. Partly but their wolves was taking control.

Derek stared hard and long down at the bare Stiles. His hands gripping hard onto her thighs almost drawing blood with his claws. His crimson red eyes watching her intensely. He couldn't control the glow of his eyes or even the canines of his teeth that extracted from his gums.

"Are you just going to stare or fuck me?" Stiles drawled out through dazed eyes.

Derek growls. His mate never shuts up.

• • • • • •

Stiles woke up to an empty bed. Her body splayed out over the king size only leaving a foot of room on the right side of the bed where her quilt was laid. She rolled over and she felt the soreness. Her face flushed from the memory of a certain naked alpha's...member. Of course she sore as hell, he was huge. But then she smiled at the fact that he was considerate enough to bring a condom knowing that she didn't want any children just yet.

Stiles was relaxed more than ever. She felt like she had the best sleep of her life. She could picture herself in the room for the rest of her life. She took hold of the quilt and sniffed it. It didn't smell like just her or her brothers anymore. It smelled mostly of Derek. And her wolf loved it.

She was still in minimal heat. But it was not as bad. It's been two days of...sexing it up (Stiles called it). She couldn't believe she didn't fall asleep from exhaution but she made it through. And it is now day three and her heat was decreasing.

Then she felt an effing hurting as hell feeling on her neck. And then it dawned on her. Since Derek and she hadn't completed the mating bonding on the ceremony night he done it now. He marked her as his now. It felt like she was stabbed with a knife. And then she starts to wonder has she marked Derek? Stiles could hardly recall what was going on in the last three days. Just images.

Stiles looked down at the rest of her body feeling the aches and pains. There was plenty of scratches and bruises. Derek did a number on her. Stiles started to wonder how come they haven't healed yet.

"It's because they were caused by an alpha," she heard. Stiles looked to her right to see Derek at the door of the bathroom. He just showered. He was wearing dark jeans and a black button down. And he was shaven. Stiles frowned at that. She hasn't realized that she preferred his beard until now. And the feel of it against her skin. "They will heal within the day."

"Good because I feel like I just got mugged," she didn't mean to make it sound so bad. Derek frowned at that. He stepped towards her taking the quilt that covered her bare body and looked down onto her naked self. His frown deepen.

"I'm truly sorry if it hurts you," he said flatly. "But my wolf like my marks on you."

"Of course he does," she sighs. Stiles instantly lifts Derek shirt up to see if she left any marks but nope. Just his flawless body.

"I heal faster," he said. "But to make you feel better you did leave plenty of scratches on my back," he deadpanned like this was a normal conversation.

Stiles blushes immediately. Derek smirks.

Her eyes then trained onto his neck. He had her mark. The bite that now healed into slight tattoo. A tribal one of sorts.

She watches as Derek takes her quilt and holds it. Stiles raised an eyebrow. "What's with you and my quilt?" she recalled over the three days, if he wasn't sniffing onto Stiles then it was her quilt. "Is that a fetish or something?"

"No," he glared but she noticed the slight flush onto his neck. Stiles waits for an answer. "It has your scent...drenched on it."

"Funny because all I can smell on it, is you," she said.

"Good."

Stiles rolls her eyes. "So what's the special occasion, alpha?" she teased him as she rubs onto his smooth chin. She felt more confident touching him now that they got their Mack on. "Shaving and dressing up? Got a hot date?"

"No," he stands. "I have errands to run."

"All these damn errands," she groaned as she slams herself back onto his pillows. "You know, I would like to go on a date with you sometime before I start teaching."

Derek didn't know what to say to that. Instead he says, "You are a wild sleeper...and you snore and talk in your sleep." She smiles at that. "You take over most of the bed yet you cling to me."

"You sound just like another alpha that I know who said the same thing," she sighs.

"Who?" he growls out. Derek was sure that he was her first.

"Jackson and Johnny," she said not picking up on Derek's jealousy. "When I was a toddler, I use to be very clingy to Jackson. I would climb into his bed and sleep with him until I became a wild sleeper clinging onto him for dear life. He pushed me out the bed every time I took over so then I went to JJ. He dealt with it for about since I was twelve."

"I almost fell out the bed, twice," Derek said. But it didn't sound like he was complaining.

"Sorry," she didn't mean it.