There is blood sharing involved in this chapter, if it freaks you out, skip down about a quarter of the way.
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Derek held back a roar of satisfaction, but a rumble still sounded from the back of his throat and he grinned. "Excellent. Come over here, it'll be easier."
He led Stiles over to the small sofa in the living room area. He sat down and patted his lap. "Sit down, little wolf."
Stiles stared at him, half wondering if he was imagining all of this. But even his desperate dreams couldn't have come up with the perfection that was this alpha wolf, half naked and reclining on the couch. Then Derek reached out and took his hand, gently pulling him closer and maneuvering Stiles where he wanted him, being careful of his injuries. The alpha settled him so he was straddled on his lap, knees on either side of him, his rump resting on hard thighs. For a long moment, they stared into each other's eyes. Intense green and hesitant hazel. Derek put his huge hand on the back of Stiles' head and began leading him to the space between his shoulder and neck.
"Use those fangs, little wolf, and bite hard," Derek instructed.
Stiles gave a little whimper. He was completely overwhelmed. He wasn't used to being touched and now he was shirtless and being held by a powerful alpha and being instructed to bite him and share his blood. It was the most intimate moment of his life. He couldn't stop himself from rubbing his cheek along Derek's jaw, softly scenting him before he turned to the crease of his neck. His canines lengthened further, longer then they'd ever been and he breathed in the delicious scent of alpha. He shuddered, overwhelmed, and struck.
Stiles bit deep into his flesh and blood immediately began to flow into his mouth. Hot, thick, delicious, life-giving blood. He could feel the strength of the alpha flowing into him.
"Swallow, my little omega, take it and heal," Derek encouraged him, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was going to embarrass himself, he just knew it. He was going to come in his pants like a teenager. The sensation of Stiles breaking his skin with his fangs was erotic and raw. They were both giving into their animal instincts. The first pull of Stiles sucking on his neck made him moan loudly, his cock leaking into his jeans. Each consecutive pull made his hips cant up in need, trying to seek out friction. It felt like Stiles was reaching into his body and pulling on every erogenous zone he had, stroking him and making him crazy with need.
Stiles felt Derek moving under him and thought he was wanting him to stop. He began to pull away when Derek's hand pushed his head back down.
"Take more, Stiles, go on. It's okay, you aren't hurting me," Derek assured him in a shaky voice. Quite the opposite, actually, he added to himself. His wolf was panting and hard, wanting access to his mate. He let his hands glide lightly down Stiles' back to latch onto his hips. It took everything in him to refrain from grabbing Stiles' ass and grinding up into him.
Stiles sucked more, the blood tasting rich and coppery, hot and soothing as it slid down his throat. He could feel the power in it, the elements that made up an alpha, and it was searing him, filling him up. It traveled through his body, knitting the wounds and broken bones. For a long moment, he let the blood pool in his mouth over and over, letting out a little noise of contentment with every swallow. He finally pulled back and licked the area clean, enjoying the taste of Derek's skin. He sat back on Derek's lap, pausing for a moment, eyes closed, savoring the feeling of power moving through his system. It took most of his concentration to ignore what the blood was doing to his cock. Instead he focused on how he was feeling.
Derek stared at the blissful expression on Stiles' face with pure satisfaction. His wolf was preening, proud that they had healed their mate. He watched as the bruises began to fade before his eyes. Stiles twitched and gasped when the rib bone eased back into place and healed.
Stiles looked down at himself. "It's working," he whispered, his voice full of wonder. Stiles saw the last of the bruises heal, holding his wrists up and watching the abrasions and marks disappear. Tears flooded his eyes as he realized he felt no pain for the first time in years. His eyes grew wide. "It doesn't hurt anymore," he whispered. "Thank you, alpha. Thank you so much." He broke down into tears, leaning into Derek and wrapping his arms around him.
Derek was concerned at first, but realized it was relief that caused his little mate to cry. Letting out the emotions was healing for him as much as the blood was. He snuggled him in closer, rocking slightly to comfort him. His mate was no longer in pain, no more injuries. He had done his job as alpha and mate and taken care of his omega. Satisfaction thrummed through him.
Stiles felt renewed as his tears ebbed. He would never take a pain-free body for granted again. It was wonderful. He didn't know how long it would last in this town, but he would enjoy every second. He felt lighter, no longer fighting to control the emotions and pain. Healing and a good cry had cleansed him.
He sat back, Derek's arms still clutching him and smiled at the alpha. "Thank you so much, Derek. I can't begin to tell you what it means to me that you did this. Nobody has ever done something so selfless and kind for me. I honestly haven't felt this good in years."
Derek returned his smile and ran his hand down Stiles bruise free face. "It was my honor, little wolf. You are even more stunning now that you are glowing with health. An earth bound angel," he mused. Without his injuries, his unique omega beauty really shone through and Derek couldn't get enough of the sight of him.
A beautiful blush rose up on Stiles' face and Derek finally gave in to his desires. He leaned in and kissed the wolf, whining softly at the feel of his plush mouth. Several times, he simply brushed their mouths together. Finally, he latched his lips on to Stiles', licking along his lips until the smaller wolf opened up. They both moaned loudly as they tasted each other for the first time. For Derek, it was like coming home. This was where he belonged, with this omega on his lap, devouring his mouth. For Stiles, it was overwhelming and just right. Nothing in his life had ever felt more right than this instant in time.
The alpha explored him thoroughly, his tongue massaging and sliding along the surfaces of Stiles' mouth, chasing the taste of his own blood. Little sounds of happiness escaped the smaller wolf and Derek inhaled them into himself. He needed more and slid his mouth along Stiles' gorgeous jawline and down onto his mile-long neck, sucking deeply until he knew there would be a bruise there. He was the only one allowed to mark up this beautiful body.
Stiles moaned at the suction on his neck. He couldn't believe how turned on he was. No 'Stiles Private Sexy Time' could compare to this. This was intense and hot and real. His hips moved of their own accord and when their cocks brushed against each other, they both cried out.
The sensation broke Stiles from the haze of need that had taken over him and he remembered that he was sworn to another. Damn it.
"Derek, we have to stop," he muttered, arguing with his cock and losing.
"No, we don't," the alpha replied as he rolled his hips up and moved his head to start sucking on the other side of his neck.
"I am promised to someone else," Stiles reminded him.
That brought Derek's head up to meet his eyes. "Stiles, sweet, that alpha left. I'm sorry, but I don't think you owe them anything. I want you, omega. I need you. Do you want me?" Derek needed to hear it.
Stiles nodded.
"Words, little wolf," Derek insisted.
"Yes, I want you, Derek. Obviously. But I can't be with you. I don't know if my alpha is going to come for me. I have nothing in this life except my honor. If I give in, then I have lost my honor. I swore I would save my body for my alpha. I have to keep my word," Stiles insisted, trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing. His body and wolf didn't want to listen to his brain. The rest of him wanted Derek to take whatever he wanted, to take him.
Though he wanted to rage at the insanity of Stiles saving himself for someone who would probably never come for him, he knew he couldn't put that on Stiles. Derek smiled softly. "You are incredible. So noble and good. I need a taste, Stiles," he ended in a whisper, leaning in toward his ear. "I need to taste your sweetness. I won't take you, you will retain your honor. Just a taste."
Stile was under his spell. There was no way he could say no to that. "Yes," he whispered. "Just a taste."
Derek immediately stood and attacked Stiles' mouth as the lithe man wrapped his long legs around his waist. Oh yes, he could get used to carrying his omega around. He lightly threw him on the bed and quickly unfastened Stiles' slacks, sliding them and his pale blue boxer briefs down his legs, baring his naked body to Derek's hungry gaze. His omega was perfect. Long, lean, lightly muscled, his cock long and hard against his hip.
Just a taste.
Derek quickly stripped his own jeans, worn sans boxers, grinned at Stiles' gasp at his appearance and dove in to wrap his lips around Stile's cock. Grasping the hard flesh in his hand, he stroked it as he sucked it deep into his throat, moaning and savoring the taste of his mate. It was heady having a part of his omega inside him. He swallowed the little bits of pre-come, needing it in his belly.
"Derek, Derek, please. I've never…. Oh gods, I've never done anything like this before. I'm gonna… Oh shit! I'm gonna come," Stiles cried out, his head tilted back in ecstasy.
The alpha growled against his cock, the vibrations only serving to heighten the sensation of the mouth surrounding him. Swallowing around him, Derek sucked harder and harder, his big hands grasping his hips to raise him closer to his mouth.
Stiles gasped and groaned as he watched Derek taste him until his body gave out and he howled, coming so hard he saw stars. His head spun as he cried Derek's name.
More growls escaped Derek as he swallowed all that Stiles gave him. It was delicious, perfect, just like he was. He wanted nothing more than to suck him until he was hard again and repeat the experience a hundred times over. He heard a small whimper, though, and released Stiles' cock from his mouth. What his mate didn't yet know was he had yet to have the taste he'd been referring to.
"Time for a taste," Derek said, winking at the exhausted omega.
"Huh? But I thought," Stiles didn't know if he could handle anything else. His mind and body had just been blown, physically and literally.
"Oh no, that wasn't what I meant. I just couldn't resist the sight of your sweet cock. Here is what I really wanted to taste," he said with a low growl. He grasped his hands around the deliciously rounded globes of Stiles' ass and lifted him up, separating him and licking across his hole.
Stiles wailed loud and long at the sensation, electric tingles racing up and down his spine.
Derek chuckled and began licking and sucking at his hole, claiming it as his own. He used his tongue to begin probing the tight hole, relaxing it enough to ease his tongue inside, tasting him fully. Oh yes, this was his fated mate. Nobody else could taste like heaven and love all at the same time. Stiles was his.
Using his tongue to stab in and out of his hole, Derek opened his eyes and watched Stiles staring at him, still in shock, his cock hard and leaking again. Determined to see him come untouched, he started using suction in between the stabs and that did it. Between one suck and the next, Stiles' eyes grew huge and a hoarse cry escaped him as his cock jerked and come spurted across his stomach and chest.
Derek reached his own limit and sat up, jerking his leaking cock with his hand before he roared his mate's name and came across Stiles' lower body, aiming for his still twitching hole. Seeing his come leaking into his mate satisfied something in him. The desire to claim him was strong, but it would keep for now. He bent down and licked up his own come from around his hole, the taste of them combined was a heady mixture.
He continued up and onto his flat stomach, licking Stiles' own mess, savoring the last bit of his flavor. He then held his hand up to Stiles' mouth, his come still covering parts of his finger and thumb.
"Lick," he commanded in a growl. He and his wolf rejoiced and howled with triumph watching their mate licking his come from his fingers.
Stiles' head spun. He was on overload. He'd blood shared with Derek, come twice, watched the alpha come all over him and now had the taste of his come in his mouth. It was what he had always wanted and needed. Why couldn't this be his life, he wondered sleepily. He figured he would just savor every moment until the alpha left. His eyes closed as exhaustion consumed him. It had been an interesting day.
Once they were both clean, Derek collapsed next to Stiles and immediately pulled him into his arms.
"You are mine now, little wolf," Derek said after a few minutes of snuggling close. "I am going to do what I can to break your mating agreement and then I am going to claim you as my own. What would you think of that?"
When there was no response, he looked down and smiled softly at the sight of the sleeping omega. Stiles' face was so peaceful and innocent. Derek couldn't wait to see that expression every day for the rest of their lives.
First thing in the morning, he would contact Stiles' family and find out what he needed to do. Shit! Before that, he needed to break off his own mating contract. It would be a busy morning, but if all went well, this time tomorrow, he would be claiming Stiles and planning their own mating ceremony. He chuckled to himself. He could actually see himself helping out with all the inane planning. It would be fun. Damn, he really was gone over his little mate. Life was good.
They would have their ceremony in New York. Stiles would love it there. All of Derek's friends would adore the omega and treat him as the treasure he was. It would be the best life ever. Then they would talk about cubs and the magic needed for a male to carry them. After that…
He was still making plans for their future when he fell asleep, he and his wolf wrapped protectively around Stiles.
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Stiles opened his eyes the next morning and smiled as he stretched his pain free body. The previous night had been the most exciting, wonderful night of his life. Looking around him, his heart quickly sank and his smile disappeared. Of course. He should have figured. Although he had dealt with nothing but pain in the last four years, it didn't prepare him for the anguish he felt waking up alone.