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Stiles couldn't help giving a small cheer and flashing his middle finger when they passed the "You Are Now Leaving Beacon Hills" sign. Stiles didn't know if Derek saw him, but his alpha had a small grin on his face, so maybe he approved of his goodbye gesture.
Stiles hadn't been outside Beacon Hills in years, since before high school. His whole world centered around becoming the perfect omega and preparing for his alpha; for Derek, as it turned out. Now that he had the chance to escape, his nose was plastered to the window watching the scenery go by. He knew he was like a little kid, but he couldn't help it. He loved to travel, but after being kicked out of his family, he could never afford it. When he asked why Derek would drive from New York to California and back instead of flying, his alpha admitted to a hatred of flying. He said it felt too much like a cage and wasn't worth it for what was only a few days of hard driving. Derek assured him that he would take him on many trips, however, he would just make sure he slept for the whole flight. When Stiles told him he would never insist on travel when his alpha hated it, Derek assured him he loved to travel and would do anything to be able to show Stiles the world. Places like the Caribbean and Europe were mentioned, causing Stiles' jaw to drop and his heart pound with excitement. There wasn't a time in his memory when he'd been filled with this much hope and elation for life. It was all so new, but welcomed with an open heart.
Derek was very much enjoying the simple joy Stiles was getting from their drive. Instead of stopping right outside Beacon Hills as he'd originally suggested, he decided they would drive about an hour away. This not only guaranteed they wouldn't run into any Beacon Hills residents, but there was a nice diner he'd gone to with his friends growing up and he knew the staff was friendly which would help Stiles.
Pulling into the parking lot, Derek saw Stiles' shoulders immediately rise up with tension. His mate had lost the look of happiness and now exuded stress and fear.
"Little mate, look at me," Derek said softly. When Stiles' warm eyes met his, he smiled. "I will be right by your side the entire time. I've been here before, the people are really nice. Nobody will bother you, I promise. But if you get too stressed out, we can leave at any time, okay?"
Stiles was amazed at how giving Derek was being. The alpha addressed fears Stiles hadn't even spoken of. "Thank you," he said softly, reaching over and squeezing his hand.
Derek winked at him. "Come on, let's eat."
They got out of the truck, Derek immediately coming over and putting his arm around Stiles. Delicious chills running through him at the contact, Stiles tucked himself into Derek's body, feeling like he belonged there. For the first time in his life, he belonged somewhere. Deep inside, he prayed that this wasn't a dream, but if it was, he never wanted to wake up.
Once inside, they found a booth and squeezed in together, their bodies glued together from shoulder to thigh. Derek kept his arm around Stiles, even while handling the menu. When the waiter came over, Stiles stiffened again and his alpha rubbed his shoulder until he relaxed. He whispered his order to Derek, not wanting to bring extra attention to himself.
Derek was beginning to really comprehend the amount of trauma Stiles needed to heal from. He was going to have to relearn how to act in public, to understand that it was not normal to be beat up every day of your life, that it was expected you could walk down the street and arrive safely at your destination without being mocked, ridiculed or spit on. Derek knew Stiles had a long way to go and he would be there to support him, comfort him, and love him through every step.
They ate their lunch quietly, Derek encouraging Stiles to eat as much as he could so he could keep the strength Derek had given him through his blood. Stiles ate eagerly, discovering what it felt like to be full and not have a stomach ache from bruising near his stomach and ribs. Everything he felt was new, it blew his mind. Stiles wasn't looked at funny even once, the waiter even flashed him a friendly smile as they paid and wished them a happy afternoon. It reminded him of Danny and when they walked out to Derek's truck, Stiles realized he should let the bartender know what happened to him.
"Can I use you phone, alpha?" Stiles asked. He didn't have his phone, it had been left behind when he left his apartment.
"Of course," Derek replied easily and handed it over. He wondered who his mate would be calling, hoping it wouldn't be to someone who could hurt him.
"I'm calling Danny, the bartender I worked with. He was really nice to me and I don't want him to worry," Stiles explained and Derek nodded. "He was the only nice alpha I knew. He tried to protect me, but I told him not to bother. I didn't want him getting hurt."
"If he was any kind of real alpha, he could handle it," Derek said, his eyebrow raised judgmentally.
"I know, but his mate might have been targeted and I couldn't risk that," Stiles explained. He knew Danny was mated to an adorable omega named Ethan, but he turned down every offer to meet him. There was no way he would have risked a bullseye to his one ally's mate.
Derek shook his head at the loyalty and bravery his little mate continued to reveal. What a gift he was to Derek, a gift he didn't deserve, but he would strive to.
Danny answered the phone and showed relief at hearing Stiles' voice. He congratulated the omega and told him to keep in touch. Stiles offered a verbal invitation to come up to New York and visit while looking at Derek questioningly. Derek nodded with a smile and Stiles grinned in return. Danny accepted and said they would be in contact later for more details. The alpha expressed his relief that Stiles was finally out of the hellhole and said it gave him hope to get out as well. They soon hung up with promises to talk again soon. Stiles was thrilled that maybe now that he was away from Beacon Hills, he could befriend Danny and meet his mate. He knew Derek would like him.
They got back on the road, Derek asking his opinion on putting in another four to six hours of driving.
"I like to put in a good ten hours per day so we'll get there in about three or four days," Derek explained.
Stiles shrugged with a grin. "I am fine with that. This is a lot more fun than anything I've done in a long time. I could spell you if you get tired. My parents took my jeep away a few years ago, but I have my license and I love to drive."
Derek saw the hopefulness in his mate's golden gaze. He wanted to drive but didn't want to ask. Derek was determined to get Stiles to the point where he voiced his needs and wants easily. He wanted to spoil his mate, give him every desire of his heart, whether it was a turn at driving cross country or a college education or kisses. Speaking of… He checked his mirrors and pulled off the road, grinning at his questioning mate.
"I need to taste you, mate. It's been to long since I kissed you," he said, undoing their seat belts and pulling Stiles toward him.
Stiles chuckled. "It's been like a half hour, hornywolf," he teased.
"Well, if you weren't so damn sexy, I wouldn't have to worry about it," Derek returned, enjoying his mate's new habit of giving him silly nicknames. He slid his hand into the soft hair at the back of his head and pulled it back, angling his face upwards as he crushed their mouths together. His arms snaked around Stiles' waist, pulling him flush against his bigger body as he devoured his mouth. Fuck, he tasted like something else, sweet and delicious, unique. Derek curled his tongue around Stiles' and sucked it into his mouth, sliding against it as he explored and tasted every inch. He growled and swallowed Stiles' moan as he dragged Stiles into his lap, rubbing their denim covered cocks together, growls filling the cab of the truck.
"I'm going to claim you tonight, little wolf," Derek rumbled in his ear. "This was just an appetizer. You will be my meal." He sealed his mouth over Stiles' neck and gave it a teasing nip before parting and giving a pleased sound at Stiles' half-lidded, aroused expression.
Stiles was limp and malleable when Derek released him and he practically oozed back into his seat. Derek re-attached his mate's seat belt and then his own before carefully pulling back into traffic.
It took Stiles' several minutes to recover and get himself under control before he started talking again. Derek just grinned as his mate proved he was trusting Derek and relaxing around him as he chattered on and on about everything he saw, the songs he heard, the things they would see on their trip across the country. He kept glancing over at him, unable to stop smiling at the constant stream of words, curious of when he was breathing because he didn't seem to pause.
This continued on, Stiles eventually turning the conversation to Derek and asking him question after question about his house, his job, his architecture company, and the wolves he spent time with.
"Maybe you can take a look at my website and let me know what kind of changes I can make to streamline the information," Derek mentioned at one point.
Stiles froze, his mouth open.
"Only if you want to," he said, not wanting to pressure his mate.
"I, I do, I just didn't think you would want me to. I would love to help out however I can," Stiles said in a rush. He was so used to people thinking he was talentless and worthless, having someone – his mate! – asking him for help was mind blowing.
"Excellent. I have a lot of people I can suggest to you if you want to keep your business going. But just so you know, I make enough money if you don't want to work, you don't have to."
Stiles wondered how many times his jaw would drop before it just fell off. Omegas longed to be cared for, protected, and loved. Derek was quickly taking care of all of those needs. He didn't know if he wanted to stop working, he wanted to help as much as possible. He needed to stay useful. "Thank you, alpha, I will keep that in mind."
Derek threw him a wink. "Sounds good."
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After a quick search on his phone at a rest stop, so Stiles could take over driving – though he wasn't tired – Derek decided they would spend the night at a quaint inn in southern Utah. It was nothing like the hotel, which Derek had aimed for on purpose. He didn't want anything to remind his mate about the experience from that morning. Stiles really did enjoy driving and talked the entire way there, telling Derek about his old jeep and how he'd worked on it, rigging it together with wiring and duct tape. Though it pissed Derek off that his parents let an omega drive an unsafe vehicle, he also saw Stiles' pride in being handy with repairs and praised him.
Once checked into the inn, they ordered room service, the innkeepers very sweet about making them an extra-large late night meal. Derek took pleasure in feeding bits of chicken and vegetables to Stiles by hand. His wolf preened and oozed satisfaction at providing for his mate in such a simple way. Stiles, adorably, returned the favor, buttering pieces of roll and popping them into Derek's mouth, opening his own mouth at the same time like a little bird. Derek had to put his fork down and gather Stiles to him and kiss him softly and sweetly, the omega just too perfect.
After dinner, they reclined in bed, Derek spooning his mate after stripping off his shirt, needing to feed that protective instinct that tells him to lay on top of his mate so nothing can harm him. Instead, he lay behind Stiles and scooped him close with one arm wrapped around his waist and resting up against his bare chest. He took it one step further and wrapped a leg over his mate's legs, drawing him impossibly closer. To top off his protective position, he urged Stiles' head to rest against his neck and finally he felt at peace. He knew he'd said he would claim Stiles, but their bellies were full and they were both tired and there was always the morning. He was enjoying this closeness, this feeling of being one.
For his part, Stiles was practically purring with pleasure. Wolves were tactile creatures, they needed touch. From a simple brush of a hand to hugs, to puppy piles of sleeping draped over each other in groups. Being surrounded like this, almost completely covered by his alpha – his alpha! – was satisfying and fed him on a base level that had been starving for years. Taking it beyond just simple touch to a protective move by a mate made it more special than he could ever have imagined. He was so happy he could burst at that moment.
"This okay, little omega?" his alpha rumbled behind him. His voice was so deep, Stiles could feel the vibrations against his back.
"This is perfect," Stiles sighed happily.
Derek gave a low growl of contentment in return. Their wolves, though hidden away for now, were communing on a spiritual level and it filled them both with peace.
They lay like that for a time, watching television, happy to just be and not talk very much. Stiles was soaking in the physical affection from Derek and was feeling like a limp noodle of satisfied wolf. When they finally turned the television off, Derek was going to rearrange them to sleep. Instead, Stiles wriggled until he was turned around, burying his entire body into Derek's, face resting in his neck, breathing his scent in with each inhale, arms curled in on himself after he took Derek's arm and placed it along his back. He even managed to slide his feet between Derek's legs, completely enveloping himself in Derek. The alpha rumbled for him, petting from the back of Stiles' soft hair to the top of the curve of his ass. It was only when Stiles had settled himself into a blissful sleep that Derek allowed himself to drift off, letting his wolf keep his senses awake to watch over them both.
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"No! No, please, alpha, please no! Don't leave me, please! I'll be better I promise! No, no please!"
The desperate cries jerked Derek from his sleep. Dawn was just beginning to break and at some point their bodies had pulled away from each other which was unacceptable as far as he was concerned. Now Stiles was on his back, thrashing around, lost in the hell of some nightmare. Unable to fight his instincts, Derek rolled his entire body on top of his mate and began stroking his face, speaking to him softly as Stiles continued to fight against the void.
"Omega, come on little omega, wake up for me. Stiles, come back to me, mate," he said, adding an undertone of a growl to his voice, hoping the demand from his wolf would wake him up.
He could see his mate struggling to wake up and break free, but instead he began to cry. "Please don't leave, alpha, please. I'll be so, so good," he pleaded, tears streaming down his face.
"Oh, sweetheart," Derek's heart was breaking. His mate needed so much reassurance. "Stiles," he said louder, inserting more growl. "Your alpha demands you wake up. Now. Your alpha hasn't left and will not leave. Now wake up and look at me," he demanded, pressing his body harder into Stiles'.
Wet lashes slowly began blinking, the whimpers dying down into a low level whine. "Alpha?"
"I'm here, my mate. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Do you hear me?" Derek asked, his expression stern.
"Yes, alpha. I just kept making you mad 'cause I wasn't good enough and I kept messing things up and you left. Every time I called you back, you would leave again. I'm sorry I woke you up, Derek," he finished in a whisper, his beautiful, wet honey eyes fearful.
"It was just a dream, sweetheart. You've been abandoned and alone for so long now, your mind is going to keep messing with you until you are certain of our relationship. Don't be sorry. I'm glad I was able to wake you up. I don't want you to suffer, my mate," he said and kissed the damp skin of his cheeks, one and then the other.
"Thank you, alpha," Stiles smiled at him weakly. He stared at Derek's mouth, wishing he would kiss him, it would feel amazing to be so surrounded like this, covered and protected, and then kissed. Humans would think that he would feel squished to be lying under a two hundred plus pound wolf when he was only a hundred forty six pounds. But that wasn't how it was at all. Derek wasn't heavy, he was perfect. It was protection, it was security, it was everything that was good.
Derek couldn't help a cocky tilt to his smile when he saw his little omega staring at his mouth. Pleased that he felt good enough to want his alpha's kisses, he let himself enjoy the feeling of covering his mate.
"Do you want kisses, little mate?" he wouldn't torment Stiles, but he could tease a little.
"Yes, please, alpha," Stiles replied sweetly, a hopeful look in his eyes.
His mate's gaze was now clear from the nightmare and that was exactly what he'd hoped for. His response was perfect and fed the wolf inside him who loved to be referred to as 'alpha'.
"I will always give you what you want, my mate," he rumbled and leaned down, licking along his bottom lip, tasting his mate's delicious mouth.
They both let out noises of pleasure and Derek sealed his mouth over his mate's. There was nothing more perfect than this feeling. The touch of his mate's mouth, surrounding his body protectively with his own. He was overwhelmed by the depth of emotion he felt at that moment. Licking deeply into Stiles' mouth, he was filled with an incredible hunger. He needed to claim his mate. That would make the younger wolf feel more secure. He would be marked by his alpha, his scent changed to reflect the two of them. They would become one.
"I'm going to claim you, little mate. Do you want that? Do you want to be mine forever?" he asked, panting in his ear as he licked along the delicate skin and nibbled on his lobe.
His mate whimpered loudly, his need so great Derek could almost taste it. "Yes, alpha! Please claim me, I want to be yours. Only yours." Stiles' words were clear and sure. He wanted to belong to Derek, body and soul. He bucked his hips up against Derek, spreading his legs more, signaling the offering of his body.
Derek groaned and sat up before attacking Stiles and stripping him so quickly his head spun. Stiles let out a high pitched whine when Derek yanked his own sleep pants off and he saw his hard – and very alpha-sized – cock pointing at him, hard and dripping. "Oh, please," Stiles was desperate.
A low growl ripped from Derek's chest. "Listen to you beg, my mate, and I haven't even touched you yet."
Stiles' body twitched and his hips canted up, his cock leaking against his abdomen.
Derek narrowed his gaze, wondering at his mate's reaction. "What's got you so excited," he asked sultrily. His mind registered on what he liked and figured maybe his mate liked it as well. "Well, little omega mine, answer me, what's got your cock so hard?"
The smaller wolf whined loud and long. "You call me your omega, your mate" he panted. "Want to be yours."
His mate couldn't have said more perfect words to get Derek to explode with need. A loud snarl burst from his throat as he yanked thin but muscled legs around his hips and leaned down to slam their lips together. They devoured each other, the sounds of their need piercing the air around them. Derek's hands ran down Stiles' smooth, silky skin, memorizing the feel and texture of his body. The lithe wolf was nearly hairless, his only decoration a small trail of hair leading to his desperate cock and those delightful moles that Derek wanted to explore and devour at another time. Kissing and sucking his way down, he stopped to nip and nibble at his mate's tan colored nipples. His hand kept moving as he suckled the tiny nubs. He caressed Stiles' hip, his thigh, his tightly drawn sac and down underneath. The heat and scent coming from his center made Derek's mouth water and he longed for another taste there.
"I'm going to touch you now, my mate, are you going to be wet for me?" What he really wanted to ask was: Are you going to be ready for your mate or will I need to prepare you? It was well known that truly compatible mates would trigger a self-lubricating instinct inside the omega. He hesitated, not wanting to find that they weren't meant to be in that way. But he wanted it so badly, he wanted that knowledge that even on a physiological level, Stiles was his Fated Mate.
"Already wet, alpha, so empty," Stiles whimpered, his eyes glazing over with need, hips rolling again and again.
Derek held his breath and swept his fingers over his mate's core only to let out a loud growl of triumph. Stiles was wet, dripping down the cheeks of his ass, his hole already loosening. He wouldn't need any preparation, they were meant to be. They were mates. For a moment, Derek had to fight the very un-alpha-like tears that threatened. He knew they were fated mates, he knew it. Now it was like the universe was giving them physical proof. Even Stiles couldn't deny it now. The stinging in his eyes quickly went away as he brought his wet fingers to his mouth and tasted his mate's sweet, musky slick. Good gods, he was going to have to set up camp between his mate's pale thighs and have a picnic very soon. He could quickly become addicted to this taste that was very distinctly Stiles. Returning his fingers to his mate's hole, he confirmed that his mate was loosened, though still tight. It was going to be heaven and hell. Especially knowing his mate was innocent, had never been touched; no one had been inside this delicious omega. He groaned loudly.
"I have to be in you right now, my fated mate, are you ready?" Derek was desperate. If he explored his mate's wet heat too much further he would embarrass himself and come all over he and his mate without even being touched.
"Yes, please, in me now, alpha, need you," Stiles seemed to be lost in his need, his legs spreading wider than he thought possible. His mind had taken in the fact that he had produced slick and loosened for his alpha. Everything pointed to them being fated mates. Could it truly be? Derek touched him there again and all thought left him.
Derek settled over him, balancing on one hand. His other hand guided his cock to Stiles' hole, rumbles and growls continually escaping him, he had no control over the aspects of his wolf that were peeking through. As his cock touched the hot, wet hole, they both cried out. He slid into him easily, Stiles' body accepting his girth smoothly, though he was extremely tight. Derek felt like his cock was being choked by the most delicious wet heat he'd ever experienced. Placing his hands on either side of Stiles' head, he gave a powerful thrust and seated himself fully inside his mate.
As their hips met, Derek was filled with a sense of belonging, of power, of rightness, and of a beautiful humility that his mate had taken him inside. He threw his head back and roared his pleasure.
Stiles responded with his own growl, accepting his alpha as his mate, accepting the claim Derek was making. The feeling of Derek inside him was intense and overwhelming; he felt powerful as he saw the effect he was having on his alpha. Yet he also felt small and protected as his mate took him and made Stiles his own.
At the sound of Stiles' answering growl, Derek pulled back before plunging in again. He began a slow, rolling rhythm of thrusts, loving the slight tremble in Stiles' body. His mate was looking up at him with damp whiskey eyes filled with emotion. Was it love? Could it be love someday?
"Alpha," Stiles whispered. Then he let out a long growl, the longest Derek had ever heard from him. "My Alpha!" he roared. The smaller wolf threw his hips up and down, meeting Derek thrust for thrust.
Derek was overwhelmed, this was everything he had never thought he could hope for. Stiles' hole seemed to suck him in deeper every time he plunged home and he knew the end was coming soon.
He stared into Stiles' eyes and bellowed in his full Alpha voice. "I claim you as mine, omega!" With that he leaned down, his canines descending rapidly, noticing Stiles' head immediately tilted and struck, his claiming bite making Stiles' cry out in ecstasy.
"Alpha! My alpha!" Stiles roared, his voice taking on a wolf-like quality, deep and rumbling.
Derek couldn't help himself and sucked lightly on the bite, taking in some of Stiles' blood, his cock throbbing inside Stiles at the delicious taste. Everything about his mate was like ambrosia. Licking the wound, he gave his first command as his mate.
"Come, my mate. Come for me now!"
Stiles' eyes widened in shock as his body immediately tightened and he screamed as he came so hard his vision went white for a moment. Derek answered with his own roar and came deep inside his mate, marking him for the rest of their lives. He came so much, he felt himself go lightheaded as his cock continued to pump fluid into his mate.
He collapsed on top of Stiles, both of them panting. He pressed breathless kisses on his cheeks, forehead, nose and finally a soft, sweet kiss on his lips. "Stiles, my mate, I want you to bite me."
Stiles looked up at him, confused, eyes half-lidded and still drunk on pleasure. "Alpha's don't get bitten."
"This alpha does," Derek said. "Some are doing it now as a sign of fidelity and devotion to their mate. I want that with you. Do it now, as our bond is forming." He tilted his head to the side and leaned down.
Stiles couldn't fight his mate's command and let his fangs descend before biting Derek in the curve of his neck and shoulder. That way he could hide it if he wanted to. He got a rush of his mate's blood in his mouth and he moaned before licking it clean. "Thank you, Alpha."
Their eyes met, whiskey brown and light green, emotion filling them both. "I love you, my beautiful Fated Mate. This may not be a ceremony, but by taking your body and giving you my bite, I claim you as my own and give you myself in return for the rest of our existence," Derek said, a little choked up. He refused to acknowledge the burning in his eyes.
Stiles reached up, touching Derek's features in wonder. He felt it, too. The connection. It was deep and very real. "I love you, my Fated Mate, my Alpha. I accept your claim and give you my body and soul for the rest of our existence."
Derek let the tear fall that had welled up at his mate's words. Stiles loved him. They were a mated pair and neither would have to be alone ever again. "My mate," he whispered, leaning down to kiss him again.
These weren't words they'd memorized, they weren't following a particular ritual, they were simply speaking words that came straight from their hearts. The love they felt led them and in that moment, their souls did meet, their wolves did mate, and they became one.