It was had to keep himself tamed around the boy, what with that sent driving him up the wall. It was probably the entire reason he hadn't gobbled him up that first moment. Here before him was his mate, pale and littered with moles. Beautiful imperfections that only had Derek more on edge. Of course his mate would be some lost teenager. Little red riding hoodie. He let himself succumb to the sweet temptation of touching the boy- Stiles. Stiles was a skinny boy with creamy... oh so creamy skin, he smelled like perspiration, hormones, and a bit of the baked goods he carried in his pack. A tail-wagging sensation really.
Derek was giving in to his wolf, nuzzling into his neck to take light bites, marking him... claiming him. This human was his. If his tail had been out at that time, he was certain it would have been wagging with excitement at the thought. His claws started to emerge, dancing over the boy's hip and creeping their way up beneath his shirts. Oh ecstasy~
Derek could hear the heartbeat of his mate pick up its pace. Gingerly, he licked at his pulse, enjoying a moment to match the rhythm in his ears to the pattern on his tongue. The whimpers were the best. The little, high pitched squeals he was rewarded with when he 'innocently' rubbed himself against the boy. He was being strong and forward, but Stiles wasn't complaining. He could see the want in the boy's eyes. The nervous eyes of a virgin.
Oh was his tail wagging.
Within a few more minutes of foreplay, Derek had managed to slip the hem of Stiles pants down, pushing his hand between fabrics to get a good point of access. His hand was heated in seconds, the warmth pulling him in, begging for more. Yes, definitely his mate, what with the way his body was responding. His wolf was clawing at him, dying to break free and ravish the boy. Derek fought himself once more. If this boy continued to get his wolf excited, he'd be the death of him. It was nearly impossible to control himself with Stiles squirming in his hold. The boy wasn't going to last much longer...
Derek could smell it.
He lent his wolf a little room, allowing his inner animal to take control for a few seconds. Just a few, only enough time to lick at his jawline... maybe start up a bit of feverish kissing. Oh his mate was... just... too much. The way he was barely managing to cry out his name... or the way he was clinging onto his shoulders... Derek out a low growl of arousal. He was turned on to the extreme.
Control the wolf. You can't claim him right now... Calm yourself down damn it!
His groin was angry with him, weeping silently as Stiles reached his peak, letting out short and strangled cries that only excited him more. This was impossible. Finally it was over. Derek pulled himself away, instantly releasing his wolf, desperate for relief. His wolf was in control now, staring at Stiles lustfully as the boy slumped to the ground, all support lost.
Stiles huffed out breathy words, "Sourwolf..."
The wolf inched forward, fighting against Derek as the human side of him tried to hold back. No matter how attracted he was at that moment... in the middle of the woods was no place to take his mate for the first time. His wolf snarled with withdrawal, angry with Derek for continuing to hold him back. The wolf was dominant, needing control. However, Derek was well known among the wolves for his self control. This stupid mate was dulling his senses. He couldn't think straight. It would take a while, but he could do it.
Slowly, Derek tamed the wolf, grabbing up the boy's backpack in his jaw, and resting it gently onto his lap. He was given a confused type of look, which... well, probably made sense. He had just molested the boy, then wolfed out, and finally returned his backpack. He just wanted to be on his way. Get this over with and send the boy home. The last thing he needed on his plate right now was a mate. He'd bring Stiles to his grandmother's safely, but after that he was done. This boy didn't need to be dragged into the world of wolves anymore then he needed the vulnerability of a mate. Especially with an entire pack of Alpha material wolves on his heels. It was the wrong time for them to meet.