He almost lost control of the car on several accounts, each time the tires either slipped from his reckless driving on the slippery road or the furious desire for her overtook him. The waiting was really getting to him... Just five more minutes and he thought he was going to go insane. Derek had never been more grateful to see the building of his loft when he finally sped up to it, sloppily parked the car and jumped out, only to pull Florence out of the car as well and kiss her feverishly as he ran up to the door.

With Derek carrying her while he ran up the several flights of stairs, Florence broke the kiss and kissed down his jaw to the side of his neck where she licked him and began sucking his skin. He groaned, feeling the tip of her tongue lick him.

Just one more flight of stairs... Run faster, damn it! Wait, why won't the door open? Fuck! It's jammed again! Derek held her with one arm and pulled the metal bar on the door, trying to open it. He tried several times, only getting it to open by a few inches. With a frustrated growl, he pulled again, this time using all of the strength he could muster. The door flew to the side with a loud bang, making Florence jump in startlement and look at the door.

"Derek?" she quietly mumbled as he ran to the bed, still holding her with only one arm, grabbed one of her wrists and pulled it off of his neck, forcing her to let go of him so he could put her down.

Since she was sitting, he put his knees on either side of her on the bed and pushed her down by her shoulders to quickly lick her neck a few times before smelling her deeply.

Up until that point, Derek thought that his need for her could not get any worse. He was wrong... So wrong. Her scent alone was intoxicating, clouding the little judgement he had left and taking control of him.

She moaned lightly and pushed her head back into the bed so her neck was open and ran her fingers up his back. With the need growing, Derek went up to her mouth and kissed her forcefully, slipping a hand under her shirt to pull it up and off of her, breaking the kiss so the shirt could pass her mouth. He then kissed down her jaw and neck to kiss her chest, all the while pushing a hand under her to unclasp her bra. He heard the small click of the metals of the garment coming undone, and he pulled it off of her to throw it behind him where it landed on the table.

Florence, who had sobered up just a little more, was starting to realize what exactly was going on.

Wha... Derek? What's... She blinked a few times, slowly waking up from her drunken state. What is he... Oh God, that feels good...

Derek was kneading her left breast while he kissed around the nipple of her right one before taking it into his mouth and gently biting the hardened bud. She gasped and gripped the the fabric of his shirt on his back.

"Derek..." She whispered, causing him to look up at her. What she saw... Was what really woke her up. "Derek, your eyes-!"

Oh God! he screamed in his head, looking down and shutting his eyes tightly, trying to get them to fade to their human green color. About two seconds passed and he opened his eyes, blinked a few times then looked back up at her. Given her expression, which was not screaming, "Your eyes are burning red!" he knew they were back to their normal color.

"What?" he asked, kissing back up her chest.

"N- nothing..." Florence grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him up to kiss him. Her kiss was sweet and warm, unlike his. He moaned and exhaled through his nose, still trying to calm himself even in the slightest. In reality, he didn't know what he wanted more. It was either to stop, to protect her innocence and to make sure she doesn't get hurt, or it was he wanted to take that from her. He wanted to be the first one she feels inside of her, the first one she climaxes with. He also wanted to be the last.

It wasn't long till he felt her hand pushing down to his pants zipper. His heart rate escalated even further when she slid it down as well as unbutton his pants, lessening the pressure of his hardened member. Florence then worked her hand under his boxers, lightly stroking his penis. He gasped and bit down on his lower lip hard enough to the point where it drew blood.

Get ahold of yourself, Hale... Derek told himself, although it really was no use. He couldn't stop himself from pushing his hips forward slightly, causing his length to go against Florence's hand. She squeezed him lightly but he held back a moan.

Neither of them really knew how it happened. All they knew was suddenly, Derek's shirt and pants were off... Actually, they were shreds of fabric on the floor, partially hanging off of the bed. When he next looked at his hands, he found long, sharp and curved claws strong enough to cut through metal. His eyes widened and he slipped his hand under the pillows so she couldn't see the claws, but he still had another hand, which was now gently stroking the side of her neck absent-mindedly.

Somehow, she didn't notice the claws lightly dragging against her skin. All she cared about was him. All she wanted was him. All she could even think about was feeling him inside of her, even though she really didn't know what it felt like... Wait...

Wait... Everyone who's told me about it said it hurts... Panic soon began seeping into her mind. It's going to hurt...

He began biting her neck, harder than he had intended to. Florence let out a yelp and her body tensed. Derek grinned and did it again, this time holding her skin between his teeth and sucking it. She moaned lightly, but not in frustration... No. She was afraid.

Derek could smell the fear on her, and although it should have made him worry for her and stop, it only made his need worse... But why? Why is it that he wanted her more? Was it because he felt dominant? Was it because the power that came with being an Alpha made him want her to submit to him, even if she wasn't a wolf? Whatever it was... It was stronger than he was.

"Don't be afraid, rabbit..." he growled into her ear, a small amount of the Alpha mixing with his voice.

"Wha... Derek, are you ok?" she asked quietly, turning her head to the side to look at him, ignoring the pain she felt in her neck where he bit. His voice...

Derek did not respond verbally. He only turned her head to the other side so she wasn't looking at him, only the large hole a brick wall, and he licked her neck while he shoved his hand down to her pants.

"D- Derek..." she whimpered. All she could see in that hole in the wall was shadows...

Again, he didn't respond. With a single clawed finger, he tore at the front of her pants and quickly pushed them off of her legs without cutting or nicking her skin at all. The next to go was her underwear, in the same fashion as he pants.

While he tore at her pants, she managed to look down at him. Wha- are those claws?

"Y- you tore my clothes... WIth your nails..." she mumbled, disbelieving, as more fear swelled in her chest. She could have swore she could taste it, the cold venom of the fear that was etching its way into her heart, making it pound heavily in her ribs.

He grinned... Sinisterly? and looked up at her, tilting his head slightly. "I know."

Finally, all clothing was removed, and he couldn't wait any longer. Derek settled himself over her, taking in the whimpers she let out as she practically trembled under him. God, she was afraid... She understood where he stood in their position. He was the dominant one. She belonged to him.

"Der, wait..."

"I'm sorry, Florence," his voice dropped low, "but I can't stop. Not now." She could feel the tip of his penis lightly press into her lips just above her clit, and anticipation and fear held her still. All she could do was stare up at him with widened eyes. "Don't be afraid, rabbit. It's me, Derek... You trust me, don't you?"

She nodded slowly and was able to relax- if only by little- because the truth was: she did trust him. She trusted him with her life. "Yes... I trust you... But... It's going to hurt, isn't it?"

"At first... But it'll get better. I promise," he smiled. He didn't grin, he didn't smirk... He smiled as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

Florence smiled back slightly, feeling the reassurance she needed. Why was she so afraid? She's with the man she loves with all of her heart, the man she trusts.

It'll be ok... He won't hurt me...

She really didn't know how wrong she was...

Florence nodded and inhaled, trying to calm herself, even though she knew it was a useless effort. "Alright..." She spread her legs.

He took that as an invitation.

Derek grabbed one of her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers; his other hand moved down to her hip and held it. He slowly began pushing hisself into her, his breath catching when he felt her tightness engulfing him. He heard her whimpering, but he couldn't tell if it was because she was still afraid, if she was feeling pain- well, he knew she was- or if it was because she just wanted him in already. Maybe it was all three. Yeah... Definitely all of the above, he decided.

With a quick snap of his hips, he pushed himself into her, making her yelp from the pain, quickly arch her back and pull her hips back. Derek looked down at their hips, his mouth hanging open as he breathed through his mouth. "Florence..."

"Y- yeah?" she gasped, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

"If it hurts... I'm sorry..."

She stared up at him, even though he wasn't looking at her. She really thought he was going to say, "If it hurts, tell me to stop," but... He didn't. He just said, "I'm sorry." What was that supposed to mean?

He really meant it when he said he can't stop...

Derek pulled back, biting back a groan, and held her hip while he pushed back into her. Florence bit her lip harshly and shut her eyes tightly, gripping the bed sheets. "Der-ek..." she whimpered with a shaky voice.

His only response was to push his entire length into her and wait a moment, giving her time to adjust. She exhaled heavily, not realizing she was holding her breath. When that moment was up, he started again, this time using a bit more force.

He wanted to go slow for her... Really, he did. But he just couldn't. He could smell the fear and the lust all over her, and it was messing with his head. He couldn't think straight. All he could do, all he wanted was to hear her scream his name, to feel her nails drag down his back.

Derek sat up and spread his legs a bit wider right before he picked up the pace and began thrusting with vigor, earning one of the things he wanted. Florence, who obviously no longer felt pain, only the pleasure of having him inside of her, let out a low moan. Derek couldn't help but grin slightly before he let go of her hand and held her hips with both hands, pulling her hips up to meet his with each thrust.

It wasn't long till Florence began moving her hips to the rhythm of his, just like she would tap out the beat of the song on the steering wheel. She gripped her breasts and let out another moan, her mouth hanging open... And all he could do was watch her. He watched her writhe under him, thrust her hips with his as she felt her own chest. He almost wished she would look at him. He wanted her to look him in the eye so he could see what she was really feeling- other than pleasure. And... She did.

Florence opened her eyes a little and looked into his, only to find them searing crimson. Her eyes widened and held her breath again as she began building up to a climax, not knowing if she should scream from pleasure or fear. Something was not right with him. When she thought she saw claws, the claws she could now feel on her bare skin, she was right. Now that he was staring her in the eye, his red and filled with raw lust, she knew she was right.

"Der- Derek...!" she almost screamed.

He knew what she was seeing. He knew that his eyes were burning red... He knew that his claws were now digging into the backs of her hips while he continued thrusting into her, his breathing short and irregular, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain in her. He wished he could take the latter away... He always wanted to make her first time something that she would feel good about, not something she remembered as painful. But, Derek wouldn't be able to do what he wanted for her... He would never be able to bring her pleasure without pain.

But really, he couldn't feel bad about that at the moment. He couldn't feel anything besides the orgasm he was quickly building up to, as well as Florence.

She stared into his eyes for just a short moment longer before a wave of raw pleasure pounded through her core and sent warm currents throughout her body and she clamped her eyes shut tightly as her mouth snapped open in a harsh gasp, leading to a scream.

He would have grinned, hearing her scream like that, but he couldn't bring himself to. The wolf had overtaken him and continued thrusting, finding himself just millimeters away from the cliff he was about to fall off of.

"Der-" she gasped, "-ek!" she gripped his wrists tightly and arched her back, still feeling her muscles contracting with her orgasm since he continued pounding into her.

He gripped her hips tighter in response, sending his claws in deeper. She was losing strength fast from her release, proving that she didn't have the ability to keep thrusting with him. Derek began moving her hips for her, keeping the vigorous pace that he began with. Actually, he was picking it up to a faster speed... That is till he finally was pushed over that edge, and he felt himself explode inside of her.

Florence felt his hot fluid seep through her body, relishing in the sensation of it. Derek allowed himself to fall forward a bit, letting go of her hips, to hold himself up with his hands on either side of her head. He was not breathing at this point, still thrusting to ride out his climax, even though he was slower and less powerful than before. He still held that dominant air, however, as his eyes were still burning red.

When he was about three fourths of his way out of her, Derek's hips bucked, sending him slamming back into her. With a loud, short scream, her body cringed and her hands quickly pulled down his back, where she dug her nails into his skin without even noticing it.

Derek breathed heavily and stayed where he was. He inhaled through his nose deeply while he remained inside of her, smelling her sweat and sweet fluids as well as the absense of fear that had seemed to melt away... For the most part.

"Florence..." he whispered, pushing some sweaty hair off of her forehead, and gave an open smile while he tried to calm his breathing and pounding heart.

Florence, who had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily, slowly lifted her eyelids to look at him. Fear crept back into her, and she expressed it with her eyes.

"Derek..." she breathed, "Your eyes..."

"I..." he swallowed and continued staring down at her. "I know..."

Although she was afraid, she didn't just stare at him... She slowly brought her hand up to his cheek and smiled slightly before she pulled his face down and kissed him gently.

He kissed her back in the same way; he wasn't brutal or overpowering like he was just moments before. He allowed himself to let go, to relax...

Maybe it would be ok... Maybe her knowing about what he was wouldn't be as bad as he thought it would be... But still, she was undoubtably afraidl. He could hear it in her heartbeat, smell it on her. However, she wasn't running from him. She wasn't screaming out for help... She was kissing him.

And really, that allowed showed him that maybe, just maybe, he could let her in...

And, here you go. For those of you who were disturbed by this, I apologize... But come on, bruh. It was in the description. For those of you who did not find this disturbing, gimme five.

Anyway, I hope you liked this. Feel free to leave a review, comment, thought, whateva :3 Or you could spam me with photos of Tyler Hoechlin. Both would work well! :D