Notes: THE END IS HERE, THE END IS HERE! I'M SO EXCITED! I can't wait to see what you guys think of this chapter and the story as a whole. I hope I did dark Derek justice. I guess I'll find out. I'm proud of the way this story has turned out. When I started it, it was only meant to be a couple of chapters and it grew with a life of its own, thanks to you guys. Seriously, motivation/inspiration is everything. Anyone who has ever commented on this story, thank you! It really meant a lot. I look forward to hearing your thoughts. Enjoy! :)
*Two Months Later*
Stiles sat on a nice patch of grass out in the field with a small smile on his lips, as he held his two-month-old son in his arms, and watched wolf Derek in the distance exploring the grounds.
The teen rocked his baby boy back and forth as he cooed happily, looking up at him in awe.
The Sheriff walked out of the woods, leaves crunching under his work boots as he came over, taking a spot next to his son and grandson in the field. His confused eyes landed on wolf Derek up ahead.
"Hey, Dad." The teen greeted.
"What is he doing exactly?" John asked, gesturing toward the wolf.
"I'm not sure but he looks content," Stiles said amused, watching the wolf sitting in the sun's rays with his eyes closed and his head tilted up, enjoying the warmth.
A moment later, a butterfly landed on the wolf's snout fluttering its wings. Derek let out a snort and the insect took off into the air, flying around in twists and turns as the wolf playfully pranced around chasing it.
"You're up early, Dad," Stiles said, bringing his attention back to the older man by his side.
"Well, I have been looking for something I lost out here a while ago and I finally found it," John claimed.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" The teen asked curious.
The Sheriff slipped a hand into the pocket of his uniform and pulled out a golden round object hanging off of a chain.
Stile's eyes lit up instantly.
"Grandpa Eli's watch?!"
The older man smiled warmly, placing the watch in Stiles's open palm.
"I thought I lost it forever. How? Where?" He asked teary-eyed.
"I found it the day I got… uhh, well… captured." The sheriff answered.
The teen frowned slightly at the thought. Even though he had his issues in the past with his father, he didn't like to think of him beaten and bloody, nor the image of his mate being the one to do it. It was one memory he wanted to forget.
He was just grateful they were all in a better place now. Even though the sheriff was still a little wary of the wolf and Derek kept a bit of distance due to the past with his family, the two managed to respect each other and be kind, and that's all Stiles could hope for at the end of the day.
Besides, there was a little baby involved that connected them. They were now in a strange way, family. The teen didn't expect his dad to start calling Derek his son, or the wolf to think of the sheriff as a father figure to him, but deep down he hoped one day, maybe, maybe they would.
"I dropped it during the commotion and have been looking for it ever since. I know how much it means to you. My dad gave it to me as a kid, and then I gave it to you, and well… I think we should keep the tradition alive. One day, when your son is old enough, you can give it to him." John said.
A happy tear slid down Stiles's cheek before he wiped it away.
"Thanks, Dad." He replied, hugging the older man before turning his attention back to his son down below in his arms.
"Look, Eli, your grandpa gave you this." The teen voiced happily, as he held onto the watch by the chain, letting it dangle down above his son's head, as Eli playfully swung his chubby baby hand at the mechanism as if it were a toy.
"Where did Derek go?" The sheriff asked, as he eyed the field in front of them with no wolf insight.
"I'm not sure. I should see what he is up to. Watch Eli, will you?" Stiles said as he handed his son over, not even waiting for a response.
"Oh, sure. Don't worry about us. My grandson and I are going to have fun." The sheriff replied as he looked down at the baby and began to make silly faces, causing Eli to smile and squeal excitedly up at the older man.
The teen placed the special watch in his pocket and headed off in search of his mate. He stopped in the spot where he last saw the wolf playing, only to find nothing but grass all around him. He started to get worried.
What if something bad happened to him?
What if he changed his mind and didn't want Stiles and the baby anymore?
What if he's hurt?
"Derek?" Stiles called out, concerned.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
The teen felt his hands begin to shake, and that all too familiar panic start to rise in his chest, when suddenly the wolf pounced on his back, making the boy fall on his stomach and let out a gust of air.
Stiles was about to protest when he felt something warm and wet on the back of his sensitive neck, causing him to squirm and chuckle at the playful licks.
The teen rolled over giggling as the wolf nuzzled him in the face lovingly, before morphing back into human form.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asked between chuckles.
"Remembering what it was like to be a kid again."
The teen frowned slightly before replying, "All this time I thought I was being held prisoner, I never stopped once to think you were a prisoner as well. I never realized you were a prisoner within."
"I was. Until you freed me from my shackles. Thank you." Derek said grateful.
Stiles blushed deeply, his cheeks turning pink.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
The teen bit his bottom lip nervously before asking. "What did you talk about with your family, when you visited their grave every morning?"
"I asked and prayed for one thing, to have my family back."
Stiles looked up at Derek with sad eyes, searching his green orbs full of emotion, as he placed a loving hand on the wolf's cheek.
Derek closed his eyes and smiled into the touch, before reopening them once more and taking his mate's hand in his.
"And I finally got it." He claimed.
Stiles grinned up at him, feeling his cheeks heat up once more.
"I love you, Master."
"I love you too, Pet," Derek said sweetly, giving his hand a squeeze, before leaning down and capturing the teen's mouth in a heated kiss.
Once they parted, Stiles licked his lips, savoring the flavor of his alpha. He looked into his mate's desire-filled eyes, feeling the excitement building inside, as the wolf's hardened cock, poked him in his clothed thigh.
"You know, I'm still very much naked," Derek said huskily, looking down at his exposed built chest before returning his attention back to the teen beneath him.
"Oh, I definitely noticed." Stiles joked, lifting his hips up against his alpha's heated flesh.
The wolf groaned before smashing his body against his mate's giving him a few teasing jerks of his cock, as he began to suck and nibble on the teen's neck.
"Oh, Derek." Stiles moaned, wrapping his arms and legs around the creature in need.
"You're wearing too many clothes." The wolf huffed annoyed, transforming halfway, allowing his claws to come out.
He aimed them down at his mate's clothes ready to attack the offensive layers, when the teen stopped him.
"Wait, wait! My dad is out here with Eli, and I need these clothes."
"Your father won't be able to see us in the thick grass, and I can send a guard to fetch you something to wear after." The alpha insisted, raising his arm up.
"But Derek…"
"Don't move." He ordered in his alpha voice, making the teen's heart flutter.
Stiles gasped as the wolf brought his claws down and ripped his shirt in two, followed by his pants and underwear.
"Why do you even wear underwear? It's such a waste. You are officially banned from wearing undergarments. They are restrictive and useless. I want easy access to fuck you anytime I want." Derek voiced against the teen's neck, as he started to suck on it once more.
"Mmm, yes, Master."
"I'm going to fuck you long and hard." He breathed into Stiles's ear causing him to moan as the wolf slowly slid his cock in his mate's eager hole.
Suddenly a thought popped into the teen's head causing his eyes to snap open and his body to tense up.
"Wait, what if my dad hears us?"
"Well, I guess you're going to have to be quiet, Pet, aren't you?" Derek teased before he began to move deeply into his mate, making an in and out motion with his cock.
"Ohh!" The teen whined.
"Am I going to have to silence you, myself?" The alpha asked as he continued to pound into his mate down below, his balls slapping into Stiles's thighs with each thrust.
"Yes, Yes, oh, god, yes!" The teen moaned out unable to control himself, as the wolf hit his special spot deep inside, repeatedly.
"Stiles?" The sheriff called out from his spot, squinting his eyes as he looked across the field, only seeing high yellow grass.
"I could have sworn I heard him. Hmm, maybe not. Grandpa is hearing things now." John said, humoring the little bundle in his arms, off in the distance.
Derek pulled out of his mate before roughly rolling him over on his stomach and plunging his leaking cock back inside, clasping one hand over Stiles's mouth and the other around the teen's cock, tugging on it, all while continuing to thrust inside.
The teen eagerly moved his ass back against the alpha, while muffling moan after moan into the wolf's manly hand, feeling his end near.
After a few minutes, Derek removed his hold on his mate's mouth.
Stiles let out a shaky breath, "Master, I'm close, I'm so close."
"It's okay, Pet. Your father has gone back to the manor. You can be as loud as you want to, now." The alpha said, placing both of his hands on the teen's hips, shoving his mate's needy hole back against his swollen cock, letting it dive deeper inside, again, and again, and again.
"OHH, FUCK! I'M…I'M CUMMING!" Stiles called out as his hands clawed the ground and his cock squirted his white release all over the grass.
"Uhh, fuck, you're squeezing me so good STI…STILES!" Derek shouted out as he also met his end, buckling his hips wildly into his mate, as a big load of warm cum washed around the teen's insides like a wave, covering everything in its path with the white sticky substance.
The pair collapsed on the ground and held hands, smiling lazily at each other, finally feeling at peace.
Notes:
That's it, folks! I hope you guys are satisfied with the ending. At first, I was going to end it where the guys said I love you but then I thought, you know what? Let's go out with a bang. lol! (Pun intended) I know some people wanted Derek and Stiles to stop referring to each other as Master and Pet, but I kind of like it. Plus, I figured, now it means something completely different to them. In the beginning, it was about ownership, claiming Stiles as an object, and now It is used as a flirty role-play nickname. I wanted to kind of pay tribute to how far the pair have come since the beginning.
I hope you guys can stick around and read some of my other stories along the way. I have a few I'm currently working on: Coming Two Terms, The Step and I'm still debating if I should continue with The Good Boy story idea.
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