The Morning After
Stiles woke, heart pounding to the half remembered images of the nightmare. Derek, still asleep with his head tucked to his mate's side, grumbled soothingly as he pulled the human closer. He lay there for a few minutes, gathering thoughts and calming breathes while the alpha continued to slumber.
Brushing off the last of the images of the Argent's leering face as he leaned in to press the plunger home, shooting a purple liquid deep into his arm, Stiles sat up and edged his way to the end of the bed.
Derek had pushed all the covers off of himself, leaving them to cocoon around Stiles. He had to wiggle and shift his way out of them feeling strangely enough like a mummy from an old black and white movie.
Glancing over his shoulder he took in the long smooth line of Derek's body from the curve of his arm tucked up around the pillow, hand resting against his cheek to the muscular chest and downward until a trail of dark hair began to thicken. Stiles pulled his eyes away, face heating as he tried to not think certain thoughts.
As much as he wished the night before could be a fuzzy memory, Stiles was faced with the cold, clear recollection of what had happened in minute detail from his first encounter with an enraged Derek to the mating bite that had turned his blood to liquid fire and unleashed every dark need and desire he had hidden in his very soul.
He couldn't deny the feelings of want he had felt; hell was still feeling, for Derek. Even now he just wanted to curl back into the warmth that was his mate, lick the soft skin at the hollow of his throat until he opened his eyes and then fuck him into the mattress.
Damn! It was like part of him was brain washed. He was not the type of person to just roll over and let life just happen to him. He was in charge of his own destiny, captain of his own sinking ship.
And Derek's skin felt like warm silk over padded steel. There was just enough give to make it pleasant but the muscle was unmistakable. Stiles pulled his hand back from where it was ghosting over Derek's chest on its own accord. Fuck, his body was betraying him now. Et tu, left hand?
He needed to clear his head, needed to think straight and that wasn't going to happen sitting in the same room as the sexy werewolf that had somehow infected him with lust chemicals last night with his bite. That was the only explanation Stiles could come up with for his command performance as a sex starved maniac the night before. God, he wanted to be embarrassed or angry but all he felt was the dark wet heat of need.
Slipping the rest of the way out of the bed Stiles found his pants and a shirt that must belong to Derek and pulled them on. Opening the door he crept out keeping a careful eye out for anyone that would stop him. He just needed some air to clear the hazy fog out of his mind so that he could think straight.
Keeping to the inside of the stairs where they would be less likely to creak, Stiles made his way quickly down and was half way to the front door when two betas stepped out of a small side room, blocking his path.
"Sir, I don't think you should leave without Alpha Hale's permission." The smaller beta smiled softly and motioned Stiles back the way he had come.
"Why? Am I a prisoner here? Why do I need Alpha Hale's permission to leave the house? I'm not a child and I'm not his possession."
Stiles tried to brush past them but they blocked his way, arms spread and unmoving. With a huff, he turned and headed back through the manor toward the kitchen and the cellar door he had entered through the night before. Before he made it more than five steps pass the stairs three more betas moved to block his way.
The wolves spread around him forming a loose net of arms and powerful bodies. Logically Stiles knew they wouldn't dare hurt him but he could still feel his heart as it increased speed, pounding away at the inside of his chest.
"Please Sir, calm down. Just wait for Alpha Hale and everything will be okay." Stiles turned and tried to duck between the wolves that stood in front of the hallway leading out to the back but was caught and tugged back. The feeling of being trapped clinched at his heart, racketing it up a notch as icy tendrils laced their way up his spine.
A growl, deep and foreboding, from above cut though his budding panic attack. Whipping around so quickly to look up at Derek on the top of the stairs caused Stiles to lose his footing and stumble. One of the betas reached out to steady him with a hand to his upper arm and Derek let out a roar that brought the betas to their knees. Partially wolfed out Derek dropped from the second story to land, crouching and growling, in front of Stiles, placing him protectively behind him.
"What are you doing?" Derek growled at the betas which had all tilted their heads to offer their necks in submission.
"He was leaving, Alpha. We just wanted to stop him before he went too far without you. He has not been harmed in any way."
"And why do I need you permission to leave?" Stiles pushed a finger into Derek's chest. "I don't belong to you. Being your mate does not make me your property."
"No. Of course not. You are my mate. I just need to be able to protect you." Stepping forward and wrapping Stiles in his powerful embrace, Derek ran his nose down the side of Stiles neck as he breathed in his mate's scent deeply. Lips brushing over the claiming mark Derek paused and then kissed the mark on Stiles' skin.
Almost instantly Stiles found his legs turning to mush underneath him, no longer supporting his weight. Derek tightened his embrace, taking the extra weight with ease as he turned Stiles to face him fully and brought their lips together in a slow, lingering kiss.
Stiles could feel their emotions merge, feel Derek's need for him to be protected and cherished and loved as well as his own feelings of desire. They swirled together creating the perfect storm of sheer lust. He could still taste the lingering sweetness of the icing on Derek's chest as he worked the hastily thrown on shirt off his mate's shoulders, discarding it on the floor as he pushed the wolf up against the desk, slotting his body between the muscular open thighs.
The FUCK?
Stiles pulled away, staggering just a little at the loss of contact with Derek made his body ache, and looked at the alpha in front of him. Derek's hair was wild, spiking and tossed in every direction, his eyes were a shimmering ring of peridot around his blown ebony pupils. The alpha was panting with his mouth open, lips reddened from the kiss, as he leaned against the desk as if it was the only thing holding him up. Debauched, Stiles thought, so that's what it looks like.
"What the hell is that?" Stiles forced the words out of his mouth, trying to regain a semblance of self. It took all his will power to use his mouth for something besides tasting every inch of Derek's body but he managed to take one more step back and asked again, "What was that?"
"It's the mating bite. It's overpowering at first until the bond settles. Usually mates just stay together in their room until it eases. Mates need to be close. I need to be close. God, Stiles, my wolf needs to be close, to touch you. Please, let's just go back upstairs."
"No. We need to talk about what just happened."
"Okay. Let's talk upstairs." Derek reached out and grabbed Stiles by the arm and had him half way to the stairs before he was able to dig in his heels and drag the older wolf to a halt.
"I doubt we will get any talking done upstairs." Twisting out of Derek's grip Stiles walked back to the small office off to the side of the hallway and around the large desk. Having enormous pieces of furniture between himself and the ruffled werewolf seemed like a good idea.
Derek followed suddenly looking like a kicked puppy. "Stiles," he moaned with the pain of his need evident, "Please, let's just go upstairs. Everything will be clearer."
"Yeah. I totally get that. You will nibble over this mark you left in my shoulder…," Stiles let his fingers brush over the bite for emphasis and found himself having to suddenly sit, his body hard and trembling, the rest of his sentence lost in his body's response.
Derek was half way around the desk, nose flaring at the scent of desire that filled the air, pushing into Stiles' space and kissing away his breath. Dropping to his knees in front of his mate; Derek half lifted Stiles from the chair slipping his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and pulling them down to pool at his ankles.
Stiles watched, letting his fingers curl into the thickness of Derek's hair as his mate swallowed him whole, nose brushing the curls at the juncture of his thighs. With a moan he let his head drop back as his hips made little helpless thrusts on their own. Derek held his hips lightly, allowing him to move as his thumbs made encouraging circles against his flesh.
"God, Derek, come up here." Stiles tugged at the wolf's hair urging him off so that he could kiss those perfect lips. Their mouths crashed together, teeth clicking as they found their alignment, tongues intertwined. Stiles could taste himself mixed with the wild earthy tang of Derek. He was lost once more in the flood of sensations.
Pushing Derek back so that he could get out of the chair, Stiles leaned on the desk before pulling Derek into his arms, wrapping his legs around his waist and rocking against his mate.
"We should go upstairs."
"Shut the fuck up Derek and get out of your pants." It was amazing how fast the alpha complied with Stiles' demands and the offending object of clothing was practically ripped from his body.
Stiles pushed the shirt the rest of the way off Derek's chest, adding a mental note to himself to spend more time exploring every pore of his body later, before tossing it to the side before laying down, spreading himself wider in invitation.
"Oh God." Derek kissed him, moving down the column of his throat and across his chest, stopping just below the mark. "Stiles, can I?"
"Yes." Flashes of pleasure erupted as Derek's lips brushed the edges of the mark, they flared incandescent as he started to suck and lick the spot. Stiles' world vanished in a red haze the moment Derek's human blunt teeth bit down leaving only the ability to feel behind. Logic and thought were washed away.
Stiles worked his way up out of his lust fogged sea of pleasure as Derek started to work his way in with slow steady thrusts and a constant murmur of "love you, need you, mine, mate."
Derek pulled Stiles' legs higher over his hips, leaning forward to rest chest to chest with his arms tucked under Stiles' shoulders and nose pressed to the left of the mark, resting against the thundering pulse of his mate's neck.
"You ran from me." Derek's voice was like an open wound, raw, gaping.
"I was scared." Stiles rubbed his hands in a slow circle on the wide expanse of his mate's back and tilted his hips.
"Of me." Derek didn't move except to press his nose deeper.
"Ugh." Stiles squeezed his legs together to gain the support he needed to thrust upward. "You were all wolfed out and scary as hell. Fuck. Can we talk about this later? Move damn it."
Derek didn't need to be told twice. He leaned back, resting one hand on the desk for support and the other clutched at Stiles shoulder as he thrust forward with enough force to make the desk scoop across the floor with his movements.
Stiles was reduced to garbled pleas of "more, there, God, and don't stop." His hands clung to whatever he could reach; the desk edge, Derek's shoulders, his lover's arms.
Derek's whole body seemed to stutter, quick sudden jerks as he tossed his head back and gasped, coming with Stiles' name on his lips.
"Don't go. Don't leave." He whispered collapsing forward and gathering Stiles up in a crushing embrace.
Stiles felt boneless and sated. Fisting a clump of Derek's hair he pulled the werewolf up to look him in the eye. "I won't but we need to talk. No biting and no more sex until we get a couple of things straight between us."
"If I just give you a preemptive yes to whatever you want, can we have sex in the shower?"
Stiles brain frizzled at the image of a naked Derek with water and a stream of soapy bubbles running down his back and over his firm ass cheeks. "New plan. Shower sex and then talking without any biting until we get things straight between us."
"Sounds like a plan." Derek laughed as he leaned in to claim another kiss.