"What are you doing alone, Pet?" Derek asked somewhat annoyed.
"Nothing, I needed some fresh air and I heard the horses and got curious."
"And you thought you would just explore on your own without telling anyone? Did you do this while I was away as well?" Derek asked getting upset.
"Excuse me, Master, I didn't know I needed a chaperone to walk the sacred grounds," Stiles snapped, giving a sneering curtsy.
"Watch it. It's dangerous outside, we have many enemies. I don't want you roaming around alone, is that understood?" Derek ordered, not liking Stiles's newfound confidence.
"Yes, Master. I wasn't alone long, anyway." He replied, reminding him of Peter.
Derek took a minute and examined his Pet's defensive form. His anger dropped.
"Did, did Peter do something to you?"
"What?" Stiles asked, taken aback by his Master's concern.
"Did he touch you?" Derek stressed.
"No, Master. We were just talking."
Derek's tense form relaxed a bit.
"What about?" He asked, curious, arching an eyebrow.
"He said you had other pets. Is that true?"
Derek chuckled darkly.
"Of course, he would tell you that."
"What happened to them?"
Master turned to face Stiles with a cold expression on his face, "Nothing good. They learned the dangers of the woods the hard way."
Stiles gulped, "I saw the old article under your bed. I know my father had some involvement in your family's death."
Derek's form tense once more and he balled his hands up in a fist by his sides.
"Is that why you were out training your young pack members to fight? Are you planning to do something to my dad?" Stiles asked worried.
"There are hunters, other werewolf clans, and even real wolfs out there. There is always something waiting in the bushes ready to attack. I prepare my pack for everything, even if that happens to be a human being with a gun."
"Are you going to hurt him? You must know killing my father won't bring your family back." Stiles carried on, taking a brave step forward toward the beast.
"This doesn't concern you, Pet." Derek voiced, narrowing his eyes in anger.
"It's my father, of course it concerns me!" Stiles shouted, refusing to back down.
"Don't provoke me, Pet," Master replied through clenched teeth, feeling their once flat surface turn pointy and sharp.
"Or what, you'll kill me too, along with my possible offspring?" Stiles argued, folding his hands to his chest.
Derek huffed looking down at the ground before letting out a warning growl, showing off his red glowing eyes, and his sharp claws as he looked back up at a terrified Stiles.
"Enough!" Master roared harshly, his voice loud in the air, causing the ground to vibrate under their feet, as if an earthquake was passing through.
The horses cried out scared at the loud intrusion, jumping up and kicking at the wood walls of their stalls looking for an escape.
Stiles looked back and forth between the panicked horses and the beast in front of him, taking a few steps back.
The horses settled down after a few moments.
Stiles watched in shock as his Master let out a few deep huffs in his spot before squeezing his eyes tight and his claws shrunk back down into human nails. He opened his eyes once more to meet his Pet with his green ones.
"Why must you push me so? Do you want me to hurt you?" Derek asked still clearly upset, coming closer.
Stiles gasped in surprise as he grabbed the back of his hair and leaned closer to his face, letting his hot breath fan over him.
"Do you want me to lose control around you, do you want me to show my anger, my strength, my hunger?" He asked with his eyes once full of anger, now showing something else, desire.
Their mouths were just inches away, exchanging warm air. Derek's eyes moved his gaze down to his Pet's perky pink lips, noticing this.
Stiles couldn't help but lick his lips feeling them getting dry. Derek's gaze moved back up to Stiles's eyes once more.
"Down on your knees." He ordered, removing his grip on Stiles's hair.
"Why?" Stiles asked somewhat in a daze.
"Because I said so, don't question me again," Derek retorted as he worked on his zipper, before dropping his pants down to his ankles.
Stiles looked down and gasped seeing his Master's hard cock, standing full in attention.
He dropped to his knees, trying to get in a comfortable position as Derek walked closer, his cock bouncing a bit along the way.
Stiles gulped nervously as his Master grabbed his chin, lifting it up so he could meet his intense, green stares.
Derek held his cock in one hand, while his other hand cupped Stiles's chin. He stared into his Pet's soft brown eyes, pumping his swollen flesh, feeling it throb in need.
He brought his swollen cock to Stiles's mouth, tracing it over his lips, letting him feel his warm, smooth flesh.
"Open your mouth, Pet."
Stiles did as told, lifting his lips apart.
"Wider." Derek instructed as he pumped his cock a few more times.
The space between Stile's lips grew.
"Wider."
Stiles opened wide with his tongue out, opening as far as he could and feeling quite silly, but he didn't want to question his Master and get on his bad side again.
Without warning Derek shoved his hard cock down his Pet's throat causing Stiles to gag. Out of instinct, Stiles closed his mouth, causing his teeth to scrape against his Master's sensitive flesh.
"Don't bite down," Derek warned harshly.
Stiles tried his best to relax against the intrusion, as his eyes watered. Master slowly pulled out only to push back in, repeating this motion, over and over again.
Stiles huffed and gasped for air off and on, trying to control his reaction as a few tears fell down his cheeks. Derek noticed his Pet's lack of know-how and stopped moving, letting his cock slide out with a loud pop.
"Suck my cock, Pet. Show me how much you like it." He ordered, before reentering the teen's mouth once more.
Stiles wrapped his lips around his Master's meaty flesh and began a rhythm of pulling and pushing, letting his wet mouth coat Derek's hardness.
"Yes, Pet, just like that. Derek voiced satisfied, grabbing Stiles's hair, and pulling at the ends as he shoved his hips into the teen's face, deepening his thrusts.
"Fuck, yes, I'm close."
Stiles watched as his Master's hips frantically moved, before his body tensed up from his high, his mouth ajar, gasping for breath, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and then Stiles felt a sudden rush of warm liquid spraying down his throat.
He tried his best not to gag, as Derek held his face smashed up against his cock.
"Swallow it all down like a good boy." He panted out.
Stiles winced but did as told, gulping the large amount of cum down his throat.
Master's cock leaked a few remaining drops of cum on the hay below as he backed away.
"Good boy," Derek said half dazed, touching Stiles's chin once more in appreciation, before picking up his pants and zipping them back up.
"Dinner will be in a few hours, go get cleaned up." He voiced before heading for the doors.
"Who's Paige?" Stiles suddenly asked.
Derek froze in his spot with his back to Stiles.
"Was she a pet too?"
Master balled his hands in a fist and winced at the thought.
"She is none of your concern. I'll have one of my guards, escort you back. He voiced firmly, before heading out of the barn.