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Hayley
Seducing Derek turned out to be totally unnecessary. So showing off my sexy back was for nothing because my dear big bro Stiles gave me the perfect opportunity to demand answers from Derek. Of course I never expected werewolves to exist or that Isaac, Scott or even Lydia would be one of them. That did explain lots of things though. There was no way that Lydia could have perfect skin or that she would know stuff that I only told Allison because Allison would never tell Lydia about the time I lost my virginity to Matt in freshman year. The bitch has werewolf powers. That also explains how Scott, socially awkward and uncoordinated, McCall became a lacrosse star out of nowhere, or how Isaac would shake uncontrollably during our arguments. He's literally battling a beast inside him.
The rain falls down hard on me soaking me to the bone in a matter of seconds. Besides the shock of finding that werewolves and a thing called a kanima are responsible for my dad's, as of late, high blood pressure, I come to find that the rumors are true; Derek did play a hand in my breakup with Isaac. That narcissistic bastard actually told Isaac to break up with me. Who the fuck does he think he is to dictate Isaac's and my relationship?! He's a nobody! If I didn't really hate him before, now I do. I hate his guts, and I just want to…
I turn around and go back into the house to find the asshole sitting on the couch staring at the ceiling. Upon hearing my footsteps probably, he turns around. His thick eyebrows meet in his signature deep frown. He opens his mouth to say something, but I quickly cut him off.
"Tell me something," I say through gritted teeth. "Did Isaac fight you on the issue? Did he fight for our relationship?"
If Derek is a nobody, then why would Isaac listen to him? Why would Isaac obey Derek's order to dump me? Derek frowns and opens and closes his mouth several times as if debating whether to tell the truth or not. Oh he better tell me the truth. If Isaac didn't fight, then he doesn't care for me like I thought he did. Maybe the whole 'I'm a werewolf, and I don't want to hurt you' was just the excuse he needed to finally dump me.
"I need to know the truth," I whisper and hug myself unsure if the shivers running through my body are because I'm soaked or because I feel empty and without a purpose. "I need to know whether I should fight or give up."
"Hayley," with werewolf speed no doubt, he is quickly by my side. He raises his hand as if to touch me, but he drops it. "He didn't. But you have to understand…"
"That he didn't love me?" Big fat tears begin to leak out of my eyes. "That he destroyed my life, my perfect future? He was my greatest accomplishment! I changed him, and he pays me like this? I'm somewhat of a good person. I don't deserve this." The sobs shake my body violently and my knees buckle under me.
Before I touch the ground though, Derek catches me in his arms and crushes me to his rather sexy, warm, and naked chest. I don't fight his embrace and instead wrap my arms around his neck before I fall apart. He doesn't seem to mind that I'm soaking wet, so he begins to stroke my hair and rub my back as he consoles me. We don't say anything as I just continue to cry. This scenario, which I would have never predicted, is entirely too weird. How did we go from bickering non-stop to Derek consoling me in my dark times? How did we go from hatred and dislike to tolerance if not friendship?
"He loves you," he says after a while, and call me crazy, but I get the feeling the words come out forced. "I mean it. He showed up at my place with swollen, red eyes; he had obviously been crying. The reason he didn't fight me on this is because he loves you and wants to keep you safe. A young werewolf doesn't have control over his emotions. One day he can snap and kill you."
"So you're saying I should fight for him?" I frown as I look up at him.
He sighs and shakes his head. "I wish you wouldn't, but I can't stop you can I?" He gives me a small knowing grin. "I've known you for eight years, Hayley. I know you're an uncontainable force. You're as stubborn as they come."
"I prefer to think of myself as persistent," I mutter while my brain shoves away the fact that Derek knows me so well maybe not as well as Stiles or Allison, but it's definitely scary how he gets me. Stepping away from him, I stand on my own and wipe my face and nose with the back of my hand. "I'm getting him back. I'll figure out how to keep us together. We are meant to be." With newfound decisiveness, I turn to leave not even considering saying goodbye to the asshole that wrecked my life.
"Are you sure?" Derek's voice is thick with scorn. "Are you sure you're meant to be, Hayley?"
"Of course." I narrow my eyes at him letting him know that I don't appreciate his tone.
"You called him your greatest accomplishment," he crosses his arms and a small, arrogant smile plays on his lips. "I have never heard a girl describe her boyfriend as an accomplishment. You make him sound like he's a trophy. You don't love him. Not really."
"How dare you?" I stalk towards him and raise my right hand to slap him across the face. He grips my wrist before I even get close to his face. With my wrist still in his grasp, he pulls me against his chest and sneaks his other hand to my lower back keeping me securely in his arms. Obviously I'm uncomfortable with the situation, so I wiggle and struggle, but I might as well be fighting an anaconda, a very smoking hot and sexy anaconda with gorgeous green eyes, thick, manly eyebrows, strong cheekbones, delicious washboard abs, and a predatory smile on his lips. "Let go. Right now." I stutter as my heartbeat thumps loudly in my ears drowning out all other noises.
"You don't love him," he repeats as he leans forward to whisper in my ear.
Appalled at his words, I try to shove him, but it's like trying to move the Great Wall of China. "Shut your mouth! You don't know what the fuck you're talking about! I love Isaac."
"Werewolves are like walking lying detectors you know," he whispers huskily as he runs his nose up and down my neck. "It's all about the heartbeat. If a person is telling the truth, her heartbeat will be steady. If she is lying, well, her heart is like the hoofs a race horse."
"I do love Isaac," I repeat while my breathing soon picks up as he continues to skim my neck. "If I didn't I wouldn't worry for his well-being."
Derek clouds my thoughts as he continues to run his nose up and down my neck and along my jaw. I lean my head to the side giving him easier access to my neck. What am I doing? Derek begins to leave feathery and small kisses on my neck, and I'll be lying if I didn't admit he's sort of turning me on.
"Oh you care for him," he whispers against my skin. "It's part of your nature to be a caring and compassionate person. But caring and loving are two different things."
"I love Isaac," I repeat once again trying to shove him and regain control of my brain, but instead he pulls me closer still though he lets go of my wrist. He rises his head up to look into my eyes. Those green emeralds narrow as he tries to figure me out.
"Say that again," he surprises me by suddenly letting go.
I quickly step back putting as much space between us to clear my head though a feeling of loss and insecurity washes over me. Being in his arms makes me feel safe, but the guilt soon gnaws at me. "I love Isaac." I insinuate every word hoping to feel that flutter in my stomach and that joyful tightening of my heart. Nothing.
"That's what I thought," he says though I detect no trace of malice or superiority that he knows my feelings better than I do. Instead, he watches me with pity as I process my sudden epiphany.
I did love Isaac at some point. Somewhere along the way though, I must have fallen out of love. I didn't want to acknowledge that the only reason I stayed with him was because of the sense of stability and normalcy he brought to my life. My life was perfect. With a loving and rather gorgeous boyfriend, I was envied by the entire female population. And Isaac is a very enviable guy with his beautiful blue eyes, curly dark brown hair, and ripped muscles despite his lanky stature. And that's not even taking into account how sweet he is. So what happened? When did Isaac become a trophy, as Derek has put it?
"What do I do now?" I ask out loud more to myself. I don't expect an answer, but Derek gives me one.
"You move on," he shrugs and crosses his arms. "You can't force a relationship."
"Why not?" I practically shriek almost like a child throwing a tantrum in the middle of Toys R Us. "I could try to rekindle my love for him. It shouldn't be hard; Isaac is wonderful."
"Love is not forced, Hayley," he reprimands gently with some sort of unrecognizable emotion in his voice. "You'll be unhappy if you try to do so. Besides, do you think Isaac deserves to be lied to? We established that you care for him, and your heart holds no malice, perhaps only towards me but that's beside the point. Don't you think he deserves to move on and find someone else?"
I blow the air noisily out of my lungs. Damn you Derek Hale. He's making a lot of sense right now. That can't be right though. Am I still heavily intoxicated? Maybe so. Because how can the man who got my brother and several teenagers involved in a war against the supernatural make so much sense? A small part I thought dormant due to the alcohol admits that Derek makes sense because he speaks the truth. I care for Isaac a lot. Every time I took care of his wounds, inflicted by his father, I died a little inside. It had taken me a while to get Isaac to open up about his father but when he finally told me everything, I began to harbor a deep hatred and resentment towards Coach Lahey. In some ways, I was Isaac's safe haven as he ran to me whenever shit would hit the fan at home. He doesn't need me now. With his new abilities, Isaac is very much capable of taking care of himself. And I can't and will not keep him as a trophy.
"Can't I at least try?" I ask pathetically even though I know the answer, but the thought of Isaac with someone else, someone like Erica, who is exactly like him and capable of defending herself should Isaac lose control, makes my stomach hurt.
"Can you fake love? Attraction?" Derek shakes his head. "Should you fake love, attraction, passion or any other emotion for that matter? A relationship with Isaac won't really be a relationship, it would be a friendship."
More tears leak out my eyes as I slump on the ground nodding in defeat. Isaac does deserve better than a lie. He deserves a real relationship; he deserves a girl who will love him more than I could. Still, I cry and feel my heart constrict painfully as I finally let go. The reason this breakup hurts so much it's because I am losing a very important person in my life. Derek grabs my arms gently and pulls me to my feet. He leads me slowly to that battered couch and makes me sit as he kneels in front of me. As the tears blind my vision, Derek merely watches me and rubs my arms to warm me up with the friction.
Gradually, the tears subside as does the shivering. Sitting there looking into Derek's eyes a sudden and awfully odd thought comes to my mind. I think Lydia was on to something when she said I had to be attracted to Isaac's dick in order to put it in my mouth. Yup, that's the oddest thought that could come to me at this moment. But seeing Derek, and with no knowledge of what his manhood looks like, I can feel that attraction I certainly haven't felt with Isaac in a while. Actually let's forget Isaac for a moment. This is Derek Hale we're talking about; he's entirely and completely different from Isaac. Why am I suddenly craving to be wrapped in Derek's arms? Earlier when he had me against his chest, and he was kissing me, I could feel warmth spread down all the way to my toes and between my thighs.
Two epiphanies in one night; I should drink more often. I, Hayley Stilinski, sworn enemy of Derek Hale, am attracted to aforementioned enemy. When did it happen? Is it because of the alcohol and my sudden status as a single lady? No. Even though I don't know when or how it happened, I remember Allison and I drooled after Derek, secretly of course, for a while. Neither of our boyfriends would find it amusing that whenever we saw Derek, after I insulted him in some way, we would practically strip him in our minds. Despite my vow to dislike Derek, for silly and childish reasons, I can admit to appreciate beauty when I see it. And Derek goes above and beyond beauty. He's the dark mysterious man with a troubling past. He kept to himself most of the time until recently when he started hanging around a bunch of teenagers, which now I now turn out to be his pack and allies.
And one more epiphany, perhaps the most revealing of all; the reason I was drawn to Isaac, besides my intuition telling me to help him, was because he is very much like Derek. Isaac kept to himself, and he has a troubling past. Unlike Stiles, who never takes anything seriously, I tend to take everything to heart. My vow to hate Derek for never apologizing for running over my bike was taken to a whole new level. I forced myself to dislike him. Well, damn. I've been fighting my attraction for Derek for years. Well, maybe until recently since my raging hormones took over my body. What's the point of fighting them anymore?
"Hayley?" He waves his hand in front of me to draw my attention. "Where did you go?" He echoes my earlier words to him when he zoned out.
"To about five minutes ago when you were kissing me." My words are barely audible and once they are out of my mouth, I can hardly believe what I'm about to do. First though, I need to figure out if he's attracted to me as well, or he was just kissing me in the heat of the moment. "Are you attracted to me?"
He raises his left eyebrow as his eyes almost bug out of his sockets. "Why the sudden question?"
I shrug and look down at his hands over mine. "Because maybe I'm attracted to you."
"Hayley," he frowns and remains silent and thoughtful for a few seconds. "I am more than attracted to you. I have been for a while."
I, too, frown unable to understand what he means. Seeing my look of confusion, he mutters something under his breath and then chuckles. His eyes meet mine and we stay locked in each other's gazes for a while. He looks away first and stands up abruptly. I sit still wondering what the hell has gotten into him as he paces back and forth pulling on his hair and still muttering under his breath. As he paces, I notice he has triple spiral tattooed between his shoulder blades. Unable to take his pacing anymore, I get up and place my right hand on his left shoulder. Something like a shot of electricity ignites upon touching him. He turns abruptly around and once again looks down at me with a puzzling glint in his eyes. The rain has stopped pouring down is my last thought before he crushes his lips to mine. It takes me a couple of seconds to reciprocate but when I do, he moans deep in his throat. I snake my hands around his neck and tug gently on his hair. His tongue begs for entrance, so I grant it permission. As our tongues dance, I moan this time as the heat from earlier returns with more force.
He grips my face gently with both hands as if I am a breakable valuable. Unable to stop myself from roaming his body, I rake my nails gently down his back to his lower back the all over his chest. My fingers trace every line of his sculpted abdomen, and I shiver deliciously. He deepens the kiss by sucking on my lower lip followed by gently biting it, and I reciprocate the same way with his upper lip. Derek's hands become bold moving down my neck over my breasts giving them a gentle squeeze and tugging at the soaked sweatpants.
"Wait," he pulls away as his hands are about to shove the sweatpants down. "Are you… are you sure?" He asks breathlessly as he touches our foreheads together.
"Just do it," I reply very breathless myself.
"But you're drunk. I don't…"
I kiss him hard and unbutton his jeans followed by lowering both the jeans and underwear leaving his very endowed and aroused manhood exposed. Unconsciously, or perhaps consciously, I lick my lips. Getting on my knees before he can protest, I grab the shaft of his dick and run my tongue over the tip. He groans and buries his hands in my hair. Before I take him into my mouth again, I wonder if maybe I am drunk because I wouldn't do this. Or maybe I would. I shut off my brain and concentrate on sucking him like my own personal lollypop. Because of his size, I am unable to take him fully into my mouth without gagging so with my right hand, I pump the shaft while my tongue twirls and dances over the tip. His groans intensify as I work my mouth and hand on him. His cum begins to slowly drip into my mouth, and I swallow it all. He tastes a bit salty but strangely delicious.
Wetness begins to pool between my thighs as he continues to grunt and slowly rock his hips back and forth screwing my mouth. After a while and with a shudder, he comes in my mouth with a guttural sound resonating in his chest. He pulls me up to my feet and kisses me hard no doubt tasting himself still on my lips. Having made up his mind, Derek removes the sweatpants and panties in one movement, much like I did to him, followed by the tank top. Kicking his pants aside, he picks me up in his arms with me wrapping my legs around his torso. Ever so gently, he lays me down on the couch.
"Where did you learn to do that?" He asks as his teeth graze the skin of my breasts never touching my nipples.
"I have never done it," I gasp out as he takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks gently then biting hard on it. "First time."
He stops his ministrations to look up at me with an incredulous look on his face. "Can't be."
"Scout's honor," I reply with a frown. "Now, why did you stop?"
He gives a quick and throaty chuckle and, before returning to my breasts, he kisses me rather lovingly on the lips. His mouth is soon back on my left nipple sucking on it first gently then hard then once again gently. Several times, he bites hard enough that I know I will have a bruise, but the pleasure is much too great to really care about it. Once he gives my breasts enough attention, he slides his tongue down my stomach all the way down between my legs. I've never been comfortable with anyone going down on me, but before I can protest, Derek inserts two long fingers inside me.
"You're very wet my dear," he grins up at me. "My fingers slide entirely too easily. Let's see if you can handle more." He inserts three, and a moan that resembles more a small scream escapes my lips. Once again he grins up to me before he begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of me.
My hips arch from the raggedy couch to get more of his fingers, but he shoves me back down, teasing me. With my right hand buried in his hair, and my left gripping the couch, I feel myself tighten around his fingers as he pumps in and out faster than before. My mouth opens in a silent scream of pleasure as an orgasm like no other hits me making me reach Heaven and say hi to God. To ride out my orgasm, he pumps his fingers in and out at a gentler and slower pace. Once I am calm, he pulls his fingers out and keeping eye contact, he licks them. My mouth literally drops when he grins and even moans as he tastes me.
"You are delicious," he kisses my inner thighs and bites gently without taking his from mine. "How about another taste?"
Again before I can protest his tongue gently caresses my clit several times. "Oh my…" I gasp as my eyes roll to the back of my head. "Is this what I've been missing all this time?"
Derek stops again to look up at me with a frown on his face. Why is he so surprised that I am sort of inexperienced? Jeez, I am not slut. I've only been with two guys, well, three counting him, and I'm barely eighteen.
"First time, again?" He grins cheekily.
"Don't mock me," I narrow my eyes at him. "I've never been comfortable enough…" I trail off and look away as my cheeks redden in shame.
"Hayley," his voice is soft and gentle. "Look at me." Grudgingly, I do. "You're beautiful in every way. From the inside to the outside. Every corner of you is beautiful. Gorgeous. Which is why I love you."
"You love me?" I gasp unbelieving I have heard right. How can he love me? We've disliked each other for ages! I've been the bane of his existence by starting rumors about him, such as that he is gay. I've called him horrible names from cocksucker to pussy. I'm nowhere near a caramel covered apple. I'm surprised anyone even loves me because honestly, I know I can be a pain in the ass and a bitch. The pain in the ass, I must share with Stiles, figures we had to share the most annoying trait of all. "How?"
He shrugs and maintains eye contact with me. "I don't know how exactly. I just know it happened. One day, I looked at you, and I knew I loved you."
"Derek," suddenly this isn't about attraction, passion, or lust. Suddenly this situation takes on a whole new meaning. What that meaning is, I have yet to find out. For Derek though, this must mean a lot if he claims to love. The last thing I want is to give him the wrong impression or lead him on. But am I really leading him on? I want this. Oh I want him.
"Don't." He kisses my thighs again. "You don't have to say anything."
And I don't. Mostly because he returns to teasing my clit with his tongue. At first I try to keep the moans caged inside for fear of anyone hearing us, but then I realize we're in the middle of nowhere, in a desolate house, who could hear me? So I let my inner porn star out and moan, almost on the verge of screaming, as Derek takes my clit in his mouth and sucks gently then hard. His right thumb takes over his tongue as he moves down to my entrance. With his mouth and his thumb working their magic, I begin to writhe under him as my moans literally turn into incoherent screams. Once again, I come violently causing me to bury both of my hands into his hair.
When the orgasm fades, thought the pleasure still lingers, I let go of Derek as he moves up my stomach again leaving feathery kisses and small bites all over me. Everywhere he touches with his lips, tongue or hands, burns deliciously. He sends all of my senses tingling and my skin feels very sensitive under his smallest touch. Soon his lips find mine again, and we are kissing passionately our tongues dancing as if they have done it for ages. Faintly, I taste myself on him and that for some reason turns me on even more, if that's even possible.
"Derek," I whisper against his lips. "Take me."
He bites hard on my lower lip before grasping his manhood in his right hand and guiding it easily to my entrance. Our foreheads touch as he slides achingly slow into me. Our breathing is labored but in sync. Then, he's fully sheathed inside me. I arch my back and gasp as I stretch to accommodate him. I've never had such a big intruder inside me, so it hurts a bit before it feels good, oh so good. He stays still for a couple of seconds just gazing down at me. Feeling his manhood throb inside me, I bite my lip as a deep moan forms in my throat.
Slowly, he begins to rock his hips pulling almost completely out before thrusting back in. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he gains momentum and his tongue caresses my neck slowly up and down, in and out. Once again, his lips are on mine as his thrusting becomes almost erratic making me moan into his mouth.
"Faster," I beg as the pleasure begins to build once again inside me.
He obeys my command thrusting into me with wild abandon until the couch is creaking dangerously under us. If the thing hasn't broken by now, it probably won't now. Sensing that my orgasm is near, Derek reaches between our bodies to stroke my clit with his thumb again. It is then that I come undone shouting out his name, digging my nails on his lower back and shoulder, and wrapping my legs tightly around him to keep him inside. As I tighten around him, Derek finds his release as well with an animalistic sound and uttering something that resembles my name escaping his lips. I let him ride out his own climax as he continues to spill inside me. Once we're both down from our high, we kiss slowly and chastely though keeping his manhood inside.
"I love you," he repeats his earlier words against my lips. "I love you, Hayley Stilinski."
His words make a knot form in my throat. "I wish- I wish I could say the same." Knowing I don't feel that for him yet, if at all, I kiss him with all I have. I pour all the passion and attraction I feel for him in order to placate him and not hurt his feelings.
He pulls away first and looks down at me lovingly and unfazed by my confession that I don't love him. "I'd like to feel it though," I confess.
A brilliant and joyful smile breaks across his lips as he caresses my cheek with the back of his right hand. "That's all I ask." He gives me a small peck on my lips. "We've made progress. From hatred to dislike to tolerance to perhaps something more."
"I guess it's true what they say," I return the smile as I myself caress his face. He leans into my touch closing his eyes.
"What do they say?" He asks still not opening his eyes.
That opposites attract. He's entirely different from me. I know he's got a temper to look out for and has little tolerance for the idiots, such as my brother. I also know he likes to keep to himself. On the other hand, I am fairly laidback with tolerance and patience of a saint to deal with Stiles, God help me if I didn't; I'd end up hanging Stiles by his toes. And I enjoy being surrounded by friends. I guess you could say I like being the center of attention. Still, all these differences haven't stopped us from being uncontrollably attracted to each other. In his case, he's even in love with me.
Someday I hope to love him as well. It wouldn't be so bad to have a hunk, a werewolf hunk, as my man. Who can say no to those gorgeous eyes, sexy body, and great sex? Besides, I have come to find that Derek Hale has another side to him, a side I doubt many have seen. He can be caring and gentle when he wishes to be. I bet he keeps that side to himself as a defense mechanism to not be hurt again. Well, it seems I still seem to attract wounded souls. I just hope I get to keep this one for a long time.
"Hayley?" Derek runs his right index finger over my lips. "Where did you go this time?"
"I was just thinking," I trace patterns on his forearm. "That it's true what they say. The line between love and hate is thin."
He stares at me with wide eyes for a while before he starts to chuckle. "Very thin."
We stay in silence for a while both of us just gazing into each other's eyes. Nothing seems to touch us as we lay in our own little world. Time has ceased to exist and no longer has meaning. That is until voices are heard outside. Derek's lets out an annoyed growl then his eyes widen and he jumps up. Hastily, he throws his clothes on.
"Quick," he whispers ever so quietly and throws my previously discarded dress at me. "Change."
"Who is it?" I ask with a whisper of my own as I put on my panties and the dress over my head. "I mean I can take a guess that it's probably Stiles…"
"And Isaac." He says meeting my eyes briefly before looking away and hiding the previously discarded sweatpants and tank top.
"Shit," I cover my mouth and try to fix my hair so it doesn't look like I just got screwed by my ex's Alpha. Using the term 'werewolf' and 'Alpha,' even in my head, feel weird and foreign. Damn it Hayley! Focus! Your ex-boyfriend, who is apparently still in love with you, is about to catch you with his Alpha, the very same man who commanded him to dump you. What are you going to do? "What am I going to? What do I tell Isaac?"
My voice shakes as I meet Derek's eyes. He looks pitifully and helplessly at me. No doubt he's wondering how the hell we're going to handle this as well. The mangled front door creaks as it opens, and the wood complains under the footsteps of the newly arrivals.
"Hayley?" Stiles calls out. "Are you in here?"
"Idiot," Isaac mutters, and I can picture him rolling his eyes at my idiot brother. "Of course she is. I can smell her."
"I was just making sure your Alpha hasn't killed her." Stiles snaps back.
Nope dear brother. The Alpha hasn't killed me. He has killed me with multiple orgasms if that counts. Oh, and he loves me. Shit. I turn to Derek begging him to find a way to fix this. As the guys get closer, he leans forward and gives me a quick peck on the lips.
"We'll handle it," he mouths as he pulls away from me.
"Hayley?" Isaac's voice sounds far away and extremely concerned.
With a gulp, I turn slowly to face my ex, with superhuman abilities that can probably smell sex a mile away, and brother making sure to avoid eye contact, for now at least, because surely even Stiles, who is oblivious to the world most of the time, will be able to see the shame in my eyes. Derek steps closer to me, and even though I know shit is about to hit the fan big time, I feel oddly comforted to know I have him by my side. Somehow, I know he is telling the truth, and we will handle Isaac. It won't be easy and hearts, possibly faces too, will be broken. But hey, who said love was easy right?
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