#awaygamesfic

You sank back against the door, your breathing staggered as your heart hammered in your chest. You don’t know how long you sat there or when it was that you started to pace the room, your thoughts wild as they hurtled at lightspeed through your brain. You were so fucked. Everyone and their mother knew that Isaac couldn’t keep a secret and if he did he wanted something. You paced the room with your head in your hands, running your fingers through your hair, the strands wrapping around trembling hands. You flopped down on the bed, still trying to calm your racing heart as a knock rapped on the door. “Pizza delivery?” You swallowed thickly, grabbing a pair of sweats and hiding behind the door as the knocking continued. “Hello? Is anyone there?” You grabbed your purse as your stomach churned. You opened the door half expecting to see Isaac stood there again. Your heart calmed as you saw an unfamiliar face, even if it was slightly pissed off. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” You apologized rifling through your purse for the correct change. “So all your friends yell pizza delivery as they knock on your door? Yeah whatever, because of you I'm late to my next delivery.” The guy spoke sarcastically. “Yeah okay, fucking bite me asshole.” You near slammed the door in his face, turning to walk to the bed.  

You sat down, your stomach growling but your appetite gone. You took a slice of the pizza that Scott had got you but you tasted nothing. Well that was a lie, everything tasted bitter as you debated whether or not to eat it. You lay back, your head spinning as you tried to come up with a way to get out of the hole you’d accidentally dug yourself into. Scott would scold you for not being careful enough but you knew he’d soon forgive you. Your mom on the other hand wouldn’t. She was super protective of you, never wanting you to date, never wanting you to have an actual life. You could hear her voice in your head, her tone always disapproving. “Focus on school, you can have a life when you’re older, who needs normal teenage development, you mean more than this Olivia”. You sighed as you sat up, throwing the pizza on the floor beside you. You needed not to think and being sat on your own in a hotel was not the best way to deal with a brain that wouldn’t shut up. You couldn’t exactly leave the room and the TV was showing a selection of the worst movies ever made.  

You ran your fingers over your face, your hair matted against your forehead and then it hit you with what needed to be done. You needed to get in the shower and blast music and pretend like it was all a dream, you could face reality when Scott came back but for now you just needed to breathe. The shower in the hotel was huge, sprays of water coming out from every angle, steam filling the small room. You climbed into the warm water, exhaling as you already started to calm down slightly. Washing your hair and destressing was exactly what the doctor ordered and when you finally stepped out the shower you felt your heart calm down. You were just drying off as the door opened and Scott came tumbling through the door. He waited a moment before calling your name, his voice panicked. “Liv?!” You opened the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around your body as Scott stared at you. “Yes McCall?” You asked gripping the towel tighter. “Nothing!” He smiled as his eyes trailed over you. “Enjoy your shower?” You nodded, your hair falling from the haphazard bun you’d put it in. “Yeah it made me realize a few things.” You decided not to tell Scott, to give Isaac a chance.  

“Anything revolutionary?” You shook your head, walking through to the main room. “Just thinking about trust and stuff, nothing to worry about.” You smiled as Scott sat next to you. “I was thinking about you the whole time I was at dinner. I was slightly preoccupied.” Scott grinned as he grabbed the edge of the towel. “Oh yeah?” You teased, rolling so the towel dropped from your body. “You have no idea.” He smirked as he reached for you. Your breathing spiked as his fingers coasted your skin, his lips inches from your own. You could almost taste him as a knock came to the door once more. You almost screamed, the sound quickly dampened by Scott’s hand on your mouth. “Scott? It’s Stiles open up dude!” The pounding continued as you wrapped the towel around you before disappearing back into the bathroom. You heard Scott open the door as Stiles chattered on. “Dude, do you ever answer your phone?!” Stiles near shouted and Scott just laughed. “Nah, I had it on silent. I was gonna have an early night, I really tired myself out today.” Stiles sighed. “Well you’re gonna have to sleep on the bus, Coach cancelled the game. Apparently the other team all got food poisoning or something so we’re heading back tonight.” Scott groaned. “How long we got till we have to be on the bus?” He asked, a silent prayer in his voice. “Half an hour.” Scott groaned even harder, his voice deflated. “Thanks dude. Guess I'll catch you on the bus?” You couldn’t see what happened through the closed door but Scott knocking on the door helped you figure it was safe to come out.  

You came back into the main room to see Scott packing up his gear, his face set in a scowl. “Don’t be such a sour wolf, you know that we had to go back? It’s not the end of the world. I'm pissed too!” He looked at you with a look of something in his eyes. “Yeah but how often do I get to see you like this? Spend more than a few stolen minutes with you? You won’t tell anyone about us and the sneaking around is starting to feel wrong. I want everyone to know that you’re mine.” He continued to pack, stuffing clothes into the bag he brought with him. Your face fell as you saw the hurt in his eyes. “I’m sorry Scott, it’s only for a while, until I can tell my mom.” You didn’t want to look at his face as he talked to you again. “Yeah well I don’t know how long I can keep it a secret.” You nodded your head, grabbing your bag as you pulled out some clothes, dressing quickly. “Sorry Scott, I will tell her.” he gave you a bittersweet smile as you zipped up your bag. “So I guess I’ll see you back in Beacon Hills?” He nodded, crossing the small room to wrap his arms around you. “Yeah, I guess.” he pressed his lips to your head as you wrapped yourself into him. He yawned as he pulled away from you and you in turn did the same, the events of the past 24 hours finally hitting you. “Guess we should get going.” His arms wrapped around you again. “I don’t wanna.” His lips vibrated against your skin as his head rested on yours. “I know.”  

The drive back was longer now that you weren’t waiting to see him. You tailed the bus well into the night your eyes drooping as you finally went past the sign for Beacon Hills. The bus continued on as you turned off, heading home, ready to fall into bed. Your mom caught you as you came in, her face confused. “Trip got cancelled mom, I'm super tired and I just want to go to bed, can we talk about it tomorrow?” She nodded, her arms wrapping around you to pull you in for a hug. “Goodnight Olivia.” She smiled as you headed up the stairs, dropping your bag by your door. You flopped onto your bed, pulling out your phone to text Scott. You sent him a goodnight text, telling him that you’d see him tomorrow, your mother be damned. You fell asleep not long after, his replies short as he battled sleep laden lids. You awoke the next morning, groggy and in a foul mood. Scott was right, you shouldn’t have to keep this a secret but you could only imagine the disappointment on your moms face. You dressed quickly for school, grabbing some food as you blew a kiss to your mom. Scott waited in the car park for you like he did every morning, Stiles by his side. “Morning Liv!” Stiles chimed as you gave him a small wave. “You guys are back early!” You feigned surprise as you walked to the main building. “Yeah, the other team got hella sick or something, so instead of slacking off playing lacrosse all day, we have to do math.” Stiles fake cheered, a sarcastic smile on his face. You laughed, looking over at Scott, who gave you a small smile back.  

The day went past, the normal routine established again. You wanted nothing more than to walk hand in hand with Scott, show everyone that you were his and he was yours but you couldn’t. Everything was awkward and it wasn’t fun anymore. You pulled him to the side as the day ended, the hallways full. “Scott, I want to see you tonight, is your mom at work?” He nodded his head, his mouth set in a hard line. “Yeah but Isaac doesn’t have any plans and I can’t just kick him out for the night.” You knitted your brows together, trying to come up with an excuse. “I can come over anyway? We can study?” You shrugged your shoulders. “We could get the pack over, seems a lot less conspicuous?” He shrugged. “Sure I'll let everyone know, see you at six then?” You nodded, pushing him into the closest classroom so you could at least kiss him goodbye. “See you at six!”  

You went home, quickly changing into something a bit nicer than what you’d shoved on for school. You curled the ends of your hair, pulling on high waisted shorts, the ones that Scott couldn’t resist. Finishing off the outfit you slipped on a small basque, black satin with lace trim. You toyed with the idea of leaving it there but then you remembered the pack was coming over. You sighed as you pulled on a flannel, not doing all the buttons up leaving your chest almost bare. You looked in the mirror as you chucked a pair of converses on before running to Scotts. He only lived two blocks over so it wasn’t so bad. You arrived at his earlier than everyone else, entering the door as Isaac let you in. He gave you a smirk as he looked over you. “Glad to see you finally put pants on Liv.” He winked as you walked past him, your heart racing. You settled on the couch, pulling out your books as you continued to ignore Isaac. He sat next to you, impossibly close on the large couch. Scott was still upstairs unaware of your arrival, it was still early though so you gave him a pass. You sat there for a while, the clock on the wall ticking away as you waited on the arrival of everyone. Scott eventually ambled downstairs, sweats low on his hips as you buried your head in a book. “Oh hey Liv, when did you get here?” You shrugged, looking at the clock. “Maybe about 20 minutes ago?” You smiled at him as he crossed over to the kitchen, digging in the fridge for a drink. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You gave him another shrug, your face a half smile. “Didn’t think I needed to, I'm fine keeping myself entertained.” You gestured to the book in front of you, a hardback copy of your favorite series, gifted to you by Scott at Christmas.  

“When’s everyone getting here?” Scott talked to Isaac who barely looked Scott in the eye. “Dunno man, thought you were texting everyone?” He shrugged, a smirk playing on the corner of his lips. “I told you to do it. I had some stuff to do.” Scott sighed as he pulled out his phone. He messaged the group chat, your phone alerting you to what he sent. Scott came and sat next to you, his feet extended onto the table in front of him. Your phone blew up, with apologies and IOU’s as everyone bailed on the study session. You didn’t feel disheartened though, it meant more one on one time with Scott. “Well that’s everyone basically flaking on tonight. Kira’s training with her mom, Stiles and Lydia are out on their anniversary date. Thanks Isaac.” Scott shot daggers at Isaac who just grinned innocently back. “Hey man I'm sorry! I thought you had it.” you laughed, the sound escaping your lips. “You do this all the time Isaac, remember when you said you were looking after Melissa?” You teased as Scott turned on the TV, the thought of studying going out the window. “True.” Isaac nodded, pouting as he realized your teasing. “I don’t really feel like studying tonight Liv, we can totally rearrange?” Scott turned to you as your face fell. “I don’t mind not studying to be honest. What do you actually wanna do?” You asked, placing your book on the coffee table. “Well there’s a marathon on TV, we could have a movie night?” Isaac piped up. “Anything decent?” You asked, avoiding the way Isaac was staring at you.  

“Star Wars is on?” You shrugged. “I’m cool with it, Scott still hasn’t seen it even though he told Stiles that he has.” You lightly pushed Scott’s arm as he broke out in a grin. “He wouldn’t get off my back about it! He threatened to become a Jedi just to fight me on an even playing field.” His smile lit up his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I can imagine Stiles with a lightsaber just trying to get at you whilst you were full alpha. If he held it anything like he holds his bat he’d totally fall on his ass, the gravitational pull on those bad boys has to be astronomical.” You laughed as Scott held his stomach, trying to suppress the laughter that rocked through him. “So you in?” Isaac piped up, reminding you that he was sat next to you. “Hell yeah I'm down!” Scott roared. “Popcorn is a necessity, why don’t I grab that whilst you guys set up the first one!” You stopped him before he stood. “Sure but if you don’t distribute the butter evenly I will personally become a Jedi to whoop your ass McCall.” He stood, stretching out before leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You’d hold a lightsaber pretty damn well.” You smiled, biting your lip slightly as you winked at him.  

He walked through to the kitchen, prepping the popcorn as Isaac cleared his throat settling back into the cushions. “You still owe me you know?” His voice was calm as you swallowed thickly, dreading what he was going to ask of you. “What do you want Lahey?” You spat at him, venom on your tongue. “I’ve been thinking about it long and hard.” He sat forward his elbows on his knees, his blue eyes staring into yours. “Yeah? So? What is it?” You asked, dread filling your stomach as he moved closer to you, his lips coasting your ear. “I want to know what it is about you that keeps him coming back, that he’s willing to keep all to himself.” Your breathing hitched as Isaac's hand trailed up your thigh, goosebumps left in the wake of his warm fingertips. “Just spit it out Lahey.” You trembled as his hands rose higher, tracing the outline of the buttons on your shirt. Your whole body flushed as he spoke, his voice gravelly and demanding all of a sudden. “Kiss me. Kiss me like I'm him.” You recoiled from him as he looked at you through half open lids. “Why the fuck would I do that to him?” You spat, anger ripping through you at Isaac’s request. “Because if you don’t, then your mom will know all about your endeavors with McCall. All of it.” You swallowed back bile, nodding your head slowly. “Blackmail? Really?” He smiled, his teeth bared as his tongue swiped over them. “Call it what you want. I’d call it forceful persuasion.”  

You pulled from him as he lunged for you, your palms flat on his chest. “Scott is literally in the other room. Are you fucking serious!” You whisper shouted, fury making it harder to keep your volume down. “Deadly.” He winked as you nodded. “Fine. But this means nothing, if I do this you keep your mouth shut and you don’t say a word to anyone.” Isaac looked at you with innocence in his eyes, crossing his heart and smiling. Something in his eyes changed as his hand cupped your jaw, his eyes closing as he bridged the gap between your lips. “You guys? You wanted sweet right?” Scott called out as you heard his footsteps grow closer to where you sat compromised. Isaac’s lips were mere centimeters away before you pulled from him, throwing yourself to the other side of the couch leaving him half dizzy from your sudden action. Scott came through with three bowls, each of them different. “You guys okay?” Scott looked over you both, sensing the tension in the air. Isaac coughed awkwardly as he sat back against the cushions, disappointment flashing across his face. “Yeah, Liv was being a hog for the blanket.” You scowled at him, your nails digging into your palm. “Yeah well.” Scott looked at you both, finally settling into the spot between the two of you. “Save it guys, I deal with werewolf drama enough, I don’t need to Alpha in my own home do I?” You shook your head, your arms folded over your chest. “I guess not, I’m not apologizing though. I didn’t do anything wrong.” Isaac looked at you with a look that could kill. “Yeah well neither did I.”  

You sat in uncomfortable silence as you started the movie, the silence eventually becoming more relaxed as your heartbeat calmed. The sickness you felt passed with the help of popcorn and Scott’s hand on your thigh beneath the blanket you draped over yourself. His fingers played absentmindedly with the buttons on your shirt, the material underneath soft beneath his rough fingertips. He looked over at you as he deftly undid the buttons, the blanket over your knee dropping as his hand returned to your thigh. His eyes stayed trained on the screen in front of him as his fingers trailed over your skin, your legs coming uncrossed. Isaac didn’t look over which made it all the more fun, electricity running through your veins. Scott coughed as he pulled at the zipper on your shorts, his cough going unheeded as his hands moved over your hips. You looked over at him, your lip between your teeth as he dipped his hand beneath the band of your panties, satin and lace to match your basque. He nodded appreciatively as his finger dipped between your folds, his fingers slick with the wetness already pooling there. You ached as he teased over you, his hands moving slower than you could even imagine they would.  

You struggled to calm your breathing sure that Isaac would hear, but he never even glanced in your direction. You wriggled in your seat, desperate for the touch that Scott denied you. He looked over at you, his dark eyes connecting with yours as his finger delved deeper, his finger tracing over your clit. You sank back in your seat, your legs trembling as Scott moved faster over you, his eyes never leaving the scenes on the TV. Your body was on fire as Scott pressed his fingers into you, burying them to the hilt within you. He paused, reaching for the remote as he turned up the TV, lying in wait for your silence to break. His fingers began to pump in and out of you as you gripped the cushions, your head rolling back. A moan escaped your lips and you froze panicked that Isaac would turn his head and see Scott with his hands in your panties as you struggled to stay quiet. But he didn’t turn and Scott didn’t stop. He pulled from you, his hands reaching for your hips as he pulled your shorts from your body, quickly and quietly. You sat shaking as his hands coasted over your thighs, his fingers parting your legs as he went.  

You held your breath as his fingers moved closer to where you needed him most. He traced figure of eights over your clit, his eyes glimmering red as your chest heaved. Waves of pure pleasure wracked through you as Scott delved into you again. You saw the corners of his lips twitch as you writhed next to him, your grip on the couch beginning to rip the fabric. Scott slowed, taking his time as you caught your breath, his fast pace picking up again before you had chance to recover. You jerked against him, your release coming on fast. You screwed your eyes shut as your throat ran dry, helpless mewls falling from your lips. Scott’s eyes flashed at the sound, his fingers curling in a new way that hit spots you didn’t know you had. You bit your lip hard as he sped up the pressure inside you intensifying, as you held onto his arm, your nails digging into the couch. Scott turned to you, relaxing back against the pillows before leaning over to you. His lips coasted your neck, your pleasure propelling to dizzying heights as his lips caught on your skin. “Give in baby girl.” He whispered, his breath fanning over your flushed neck. Jolts of electric ran through your veins as Scott swiped his thumb over your clit as he continued his relentless pace. “I can’t hold it in. He’s going to know.” Scott pulled away from you, his fingers never ceasing their punishing pace. “Give in.” Scott's eyes flashed red as you struggled to hold back what was inevitable.  

You didn’t look over at Isaac as your orgasm ripped through you, your back arching away from the couch as you panted. Your breath came labored, staggered in bursts as Scott pulled his hand from you. “I didn’t get to see most of the movie.” He winked as his tongue darted over his fingers, still glistening with your juices. “Neither did I” You whisper laughed, your eyes guiltily darting over at Isaac. He lay there on the couch, his head buried into the couch, fast asleep. You playfully hit over Scott’s arm as he faked injury. “Hey! What was that for? You should be thanking me not hitting me?” He laughed as you pointed to Isaac. “You didn’t tell me he was asleep. Fuck I could’ve jumped your bones and he would be none the wiser.” Scott raised his eyebrows, his eyes questioning. “Wanna test that theory?” You bit back a smile, your legs quivering with the high you’d just reached. “Right here McCall?” You teased, unbuttoning the last of your shirt. Scott’s eyes wandered over your chest, darkening as he took in the basque. “He’d think a hurricane or earthquake or something had hit with how hard I’m going to fuck you.” Your legs came together as you tried to quell the throbbing that had started back again. Or maybe it had never left.

“That a threat or a promise?” You asked, batting your eyes innocently. “A promise. You brought it on yourself though. You thought everyone else was going to be here too but you still dressed like that.” You shrugged. “You wanted someone to catch you.” Scott was closing the gap between you, his eyes darkening by the second. “So what if I did? You said there was no fun anymore?” Scott was mere centimeters from your lips as Isaac turned, a snore ripping through him as he grabbed the blanket from you. You didn’t feel the cool air as Scott's hands trailed up your skin, his voice demanding. “Stand up.” He gave you a hand to your feet as you stood there, the TV still blaring in the background. “I always follow on my promises.” He stood next to you, his size domineering over yours. He grabbed your wrist, leading you upstairs as you clutched your clothes to your chest. You tripped over stairs as he dragged you, his long legs far outstretching yours. He pulled you to the wall as soon as you hit the landing, his hands trailing your body, claws ripping into the satin of your basque. “Scott” You whined, looking at the tattered material.  

“You look better without it anyway.” He shrugged as he pinned you to the wall, his hands seemingly everywhere on your body. His lips found your neck, wet hot kisses from your ear to your collarbone as you struggled to keep your breathing even. His fingers found the clasps of your basque, unhooking them with speed and accuracy leaving you bare to him. “Scott, I wanna do something for you.” You moaned as his teeth sank into your skin, his tongue flickering over the stinging area. “No time. I made you a promise and I fully intend on keeping it. But not here.” He pulled you again leaving you no time to gather the scraps of your basque. You followed blindly, your body on fire as he pushed you through an open doorway. “Scott this isn’t your-” He silenced you with his lips, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. “You like the idea of someone catching you, or knowing that you’ve cum where they are sat.” You shivered as he spoke, flames licking higher within you. “Well what better place to do it.” His words didn’t register as he walked you back against the desk, his hand swiping things out the way to place you down. He pulled from you as he lifted his shirt over his head, his eyes finding yours as he dipped his head to your chest. He placed red hot kisses along your collarbone before making his way down, his tongue circling your nipple slowly.  

“Scott-” You choked out as his lips latched around you, his teeth grazing your sensitive peaks. “Don’t” He groaned as he pulled from you once more. It wasn’t for long as his mouth was on you again, this time more demanding as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, your body jolting against him. “Scott-” you mewled again as he pulled away. He licked over his lips as he looked down at you, his cock throbbing visibly through his grey sweats. “I said don’t.” His hands trailed over your shoulders, his nails dragging strawberry red marks over your skin. You reached for him, your eyes lust ladled as you undid the string holding his sweats to his body. They dropped to the floor as he lunged for you, his warm skin colliding with your own. Hands moved across your spine as your legs laced around his hips, your mouth hung open in an unfinished moan. “Stop.” He demanded as you let your legs drop. “Stand up.” You did as you were told, adrenaline rushing your system. He reached for your wrists, pinning them behind your back, leaving you helpless to his touch. He turned you away from him, one hand pushing you against the desk, his other still pinning your hands behind your back.  

“You want Isaac to catch us? For him to come in and see you taking my cock on his desk?” You nodded, your lips unmoving as your body ached. “You want him to see you helpless as I fuck you until you can’t walk, until you’re nothing more than something to say my name?” You nodded, your lip wedged between your teeth as you rocked on the balls of your feet. “Yes.” You whispered, your throat dry as he teased over you with the head of his cock. “Good.” His tone was husky as he pressed into you, sliding himself until he was buried within you, his fingers gripping your arms tightly. “Fuck baby girl, your so tight today. If I knew this was your fucking thing I would’ve fucked you anywhere you wanted.” He sighed as he began to thrust, his hips hitting against your ass. You were a mess of moans, your mouth slung open as he increased his pace. You clenched around him, the pressure of another orgasm mounting your senses. “Scott-” You choked out. “Yes baby girl?” His voice was labored as he took long thrusts within you. “Fuck me. Fuck-” His hips slammed against yours, his cock completely buried within you as you grasped for breath. “Please” You finished as his hands changed over.  

His hand smoothed over your ass as he pistoned inside you, your orgasm growing closer with every stroke of his hand. “Do you want to cum?” He asked, his fingers still smoothing over your skin. “Yes. I need to.” He groaned, a primal noise coming from his chest as he pulled your arms taut against you, his hips speeding till they pummeled into you. Moans and curses fell from your mouth as his hand came away from your skin, only to slam back. He’d never done anything like this before and honestly you wished he had. Your body froze, your orgasm breaking in waves as his hand came away again before slapping your skin. The stinging dissipated quickly, leaving only pleasure in it’s wake. You cried out, your eyes screwing shut as Scott slowed. Your breath caught in your throat as Scott’s hands released your hands, letting them fall beside your body. You tried to move but he pushed you back down, his nails raking down your back. “I’m not done with you yet.” He rasped and you felt an all too familiar twinge. He stayed buried within you as his fingers entangled in your hair, pulling gently before more forcefully. You moaned, your body spent as the beginnings of a fire licked in the ashes of another.  

He pulled you by your hair till you were flush against him, his fingers pulling the hair taut as he slid himself in and out of you. You lost control, giving yourself over to him completely, as he held you to him. One hand pulling your head back against his shoulder as his other held your hips in place as you bucked against him, your release ebbing over you as you fell from him. His grip loosened as his own release rocked over him, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your neck. You yelped, but the pain again was overcome with pleasure as his hips slowed. You stood there for a minute, both gasping for air as you clung to each other. Scott placed languid kisses along the marks he’d left on your skin, his hand gripping yours as you came away from each other. You fell against the bed, your body spent as you battled sleep. “Well that is definitely happening again.” You laughed as you dressed, walking through the house to find your discarded clothes. “Scott you ruined my basque.” You held up the strips of satin, pouting at him. “I’ll buy you a new one, that one was flimsy anyway.” he winked as he passed you a hoodie.  

You tiptoed through the house, being careful not to wake Isaac as you said your goodbyes to Scott. “Parking lot tomorrow?” He asked, his lips still puckered from kissing you goodbye. “Of course.” You smiled as you made your way down the driveway. You made it home quickly, desperate for your bed. Your mom was asleep as you got in so you were safe from the accusations. The next day rolled around and you were faced with the dilemma of covering hickeys from last night. You tried the best you could before eventually just giving up. You shrugged it off no one would notice. Scott and Stiles waited in the car park as you drove in, Scott’s face sheepish as you stepped out. “Morning’” You chimed as you fell into step with them. “Sorry we couldn’t make it last night dude, Lydia’s been dying to try this new infusion place in downtown and I made the reservation months ago.” You smiled at Stiles as he flailed an apology. “It’s okay, you needn’t worry about us. At least we’re going to ace the midterms.” You teased as Stiles’ face fell. “Yeah well Lydia’s a genius and she loves me so I guess she’ll just tutor me.” His face broke into a grin at the realization he was still with Lydia. “Speaking of Lydia I better catch up with her before class. See you guys in a bit!” He waved as he ran off, his hair bouncing wildly.  

“So about last night-” You stopped Scott before he could continue. “Not at school Scott, you know the rules. I enjoyed myself, you enjoyed yourself and yes it will probably happen again. Are you sure Isaac has no idea what happened?” You looked over at Isaac who stood in front of your locker, a smug smile on his face. “He didn’t say anything to me this morning? I think we’re in the clear. Look I gotta go see Coach, I'll see you soon okay?” Scott waved as he peeled off to go to Coach’s office leaving you to face Isaac alone. “Morning Liv, how did you sleep last night?” Isaac smiled, his eyes glinting. “I slept fine, how’s your neck from sleeping on the couch?” You asked as you pushed him out the way of your locker, slamming in the code. “I didn’t sleep on the couch. In fact I was up all night.” You stopped as you unloaded your books into your locker, turning to see his expression. “I thought I made it clear I wanted something Liv? I wanted what you gave McCall. In my room. I want you.” He closed the small gap between you, his hand on your waist drawing you closer to him. “Isaa-” You were interrupted as he was slammed against the lockers, a look of shock on his face. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” Scott roared as heads turned.  

You turned to see Scott’s face, that one of fury on the edge of turning. “Scott, this isn’t what it looks like.” he looked at you a look of pain in his eyes. “Is this why you didn’t want anyone to know? Because you were with Isaac? ISAAC OF ALL PEOPLE.” You felt tears prick your eyes as you tried to speak calmly. “Listen Scott. I don’t feel anything for Isaac, he found out about us in Oak Grove. He’s been blackmailing me.” You watched as his features softened towards you but then as he looked at Isaac they changed back. “You came into my house after the game and you were talking this big game about a girl! And it was Liv? She’s not yours and I'd be surprised if she even wants to be your friend after this! She’s mine.” You watched as everyone looked on, whispering crowds as your friends joined the growing spectacle. “SCOTT!” Stiles shouted as he pulled Scott back from Isaac, who shook himself off as if it was nothing. “I want you out Isaac. You can stay at Derek’s, I still have the key. But stay away for now. And stay away from my girlfriend.” Your heart flipped as you heard those words fall from Scott’s lips. “Guess the secret’s out the bag?” You smiled, crossing the small space between you and him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he kissed the top of your head. “Yeah I guess so..” Stiles snorted as he patted Scott on the back. “Lydia, you owe me ten bucks. I told you they were together.” You looked on in confusion, watching as Lydia graciously handed Stiles the money.  

You lay on the bed tangled in the sheets, a panting mess of limbs. Scott looked over at you, his chest rising in time with yours. You glanced over at the clock as you reached for a glass of water, your throat dry. Drinking as much as you could bear you dropped back against the sheets, your hair splaying out against the pillows. Scott laughed as it got stuck in his mouth, spitting out the strands with a sour look on his face. “I don’t want to go to practice.” He mumbled against your skin as he took you in his arms pulling you flush against his chest. “I know” You responded, your voice muffled by the duvet and your arm. “I’m tired and you’re here and we don’t usually get to do this.” His fingers drew absent minded circles over your skin as he spoke. “We never get to do this Scott. No one knows so we can only ever go out of town. Your house is a no go zone, if Isaac hadn’t of moved in then Melissa wouldn’t have been any the wiser, but noooooo you had to bring another wolf into the house!” You giggled as he tickled your sides, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your waist. You yanked yourself away from him, kicking your legs as you got caught in the duvet. Scott was hovering over you within seconds, his arms caging around you, pinning you to the bed, his eyes ebbing back into their normal color from the piercing red they had turned.  

“You know that you could totally blow off practice. Tell coach you need to rest up for the big game?” You spoke quietly, your eyes skimming over his chest as you traced over the tattoo on his arm. “Oh yeah, I could do that or I could literally just chop my own head off. Coach has been on our asses about this game. Something about him hating the coach of the other team. He mumbled something about high school and tapered off.” Scott looked confused as he thought back. “How come you didn’t go all Alpha and really listen to what he was saying?” A wicked grin spread across Scott’s face, his tongue quickly catching in between his teeth. “You were wearing those denim shorts that made your ass look phenomenal and you still smelt of me. Safe to say I was distracted.” He bent down pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead as he pushed from the bed, springing to his feet. He rifled through a bag, no doubt looking for his practice gear. You watched from the bed as he dressed, admiring the way that his muscles moved under his skin, the leg exposed from the shorts he wore. You lost your train of thought as you looked at his ass, a smile on your face as a blush crept through your body. “Scott, you should really be deemed a weapon in those shorts, cause I think your ass is killing me.” You giggled, biting down on your lip, trying to suppress a giggle. “Dork.” He responded, chucking a shirt at your face. You lunged for it, failing at catching it.  

He busied himself around the room, looking for his stick and whatever else he needed. A knocking came on the door and you scrambled to hide, dropping down beside the bed. “Stiles, what’s up?” You held your breath again, only letting it out when you realized he wouldn’t be able to hear you anyway. “We gotta go to practice, you wanna walk down with me and Isaac?” Stiles asked and Scott sighed. “Sure man, gimme a sec though! I gotta grab something from my bag, I'll be back soon!” Scott appeared from behind the corner, looking wildly around for you. He walked towards you, planting a kiss on your lips and grabbing your ass before picking up his stick from the bed. “You got what you need buddy? You gotta hurry, coach is gonna kick our asses if we’re late. He’ll make us do laps and I know you’ve got some werewolf stamina bar but I don’t!” Stiles shouted from the doorway, impatient in tone. Scott’s tongue licked over his lips as he looked down at your body, naked to the eye.  

“Yeah, I got what I need for practice. I’m feeling pretty tired though, had an intense workout this afternoon” He shouted back, his eyes never leaving your skin, marked by his hands and mouth. He winked at you before turning to walk out the door. “Okay dude, I'm coming. Hold your horses, I gotta conserve my energy.” You stifled a giggle, pressing your hand against your mouth. “I thought you napped this afternoon? What exactly have you been doing today Scott?” You couldn’t see but you knew Scott had that shit eating grin on his face. “Oh I did a lot dude.” He said just before the door clicked close and you let out a shaky giggle.  

You didn’t know how long practice was going to be, or what he had in store when he returned. You flopped onto the bed, pulling his shirt over your head and folding yourself into the sheets. You scrolled down your feed busying yourself as you lay in bed. You don’t know when you fell asleep but when you woke up, Scott was coming through the doors. He banged as he fell over, stumbling through to where you rubbed your eyes, sitting up straight in the bed. “Shit. Sorry!” He whispered. “It’s okay, what time is it?” You looked bleary eyed at the clock, noting you had only slept for about two hours. “It’s still early. I’m supposed to be getting changed, we have a group dinner tonight.” He pouted. “I tried getting out of it but my stomach grumbled and I was roped into it. I’m so sorry.” You shook your head, the remnants of sleep leaving your system. “It’s fine, I'll just order some pizza! It’ll be all good, spot me the cash and we’re even?” He smiled, reaching into his bag, before chucking you some cash. “Go wild, it’s my treat!” He grinned, tugging his shirt over his head before bending down to kiss your forehead. “Don’t you worry McCall, I'm gonna take full advantage of this!” You grinned as he walked off, his kit abandoned as he walked to the bathroom. You heard the spray of the water start, and Scott’s awful singing as he blasted out some music on his phone.  

You lay back in the bed, scrolling down your phone looking for pizza places, your choices uninspired. You groaned, pulling the duvet over your head, delving deeper between the sheets. The singing stopped as you heard the water stop, Scott taking his time to come through the door. You pulled the covers off yourself, laying on your side, making sure you’d be the only thing he could concentrate on when he walked through the room. The door creaked and he padded out, towel strung around his hips again. Your breathing spiked as your eyes trailed down his body, tracking the water droplets on their descent down his torso. His hair clung to his forehead, his eyes dark as they latched onto the sight of you. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you as he walked across the room, his towel inching further down his hips with every stride. He circled the bed, his tongue darting over his lips. “McCall, you’re going to be late, you don’t want anyone to suspect any foul play so you better get a move on.” He smiled as he knelt on the edge of the bed, his fingertips brushing against the skin on your leg. You shivered your skin prickling in response to the rush of heat that washed over you.  

His hands snaked up your legs leaving a trail of heat in his wake, your body getting closer to his. “Seriously Scott you’re going to be late and you’re running out of excuses.” You whined as his fingers stroked over your pussy. You watched through heavy lids as he stood from the bed, stripping himself of the hotel towel before returning next to you. “Why would I want to go to some stupid dinner when I have you in here.” His voice was husky as his hands returned to your thigh, shocks running through your system with every absent minded stroke of his thumb. His eyes were dark as they found yours, the reddish tinge to them marred slightly by the water droplets hanging from his lashes. You tentatively reached out for him as his fingers coasted back up your thighs. His nails dragged across the skin and you let out a shaky moan, your hands dipping down to the space between your bodies. You caught his skin, his breath shaky as you continued to reach down, your bodies closer now than before. His hands came away from you reaching for his shirt, before pulling it up your body. You licked over your lips as he gripped onto your waist, rolling you closer towards him. Your lips were millimeters away from one another's when you took his cock in your hand a grin on your face.  

You pumped him slowly, your lips pressing soft kisses along his jaw. His breathing was slow and controlled as you realized he was trying to stop the shift, to take his time. You smiled into his skin, pressing your lips more forcefully against his neck, your pussy already throbbing with wanton need. Your hand gripped tighter on his cock, broken curse words falling from Scott’s mouth. You continued to move down his neck, biting into the crook of his shoulder and feeling his fingers dig deeper into your hips. His breathing was getting more ragged with every kiss you laid on his skin, his jaw clenched and eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. You pulled away from him quickly as you knelt on the bed pulling the shirt over your head slowly. Scott watched you intently like a predator examining his prey, he laid back watching as you exposed yourself to him. You pulled slow enough to see his face the entire time but for a brief second you couldn’t see and in that moment he moved faster than you could even imagine. His lips attacked your skin, leaving puckered red marks over your chest and scratches down your back from the claws that had broken through his fingertips.  

He licked hungrily over your nipples, tremors of pleasure wreaking havoc over your body. His hands brought you flush against him, hot on your cool skin. You sighed as he rolled his tongue over your nipple, your head lolling back an exasperated moan on your lips. He pushed you down against the bed, his lips drawing patterns in kisses along your chest, stomach and hips. He nipped at the skin, the sting followed by another tremor, your pussy throbbing even more as he snaked his way down your body. He kissed along your hips, his teeth grazing the surface as you surged up to meet his mouth. His hand pressed on your stomach, pushing you flat to the bed as you parted your legs, his lips kissing further down you until you felt his hot breath fanning over you. He held you still until you stopped panting before running a stripe up your clit, a grin on his face as you fisted your hands in his hair. He took his time, his tongue flattening against your sensitive clit before flickering quickly in a circle eliciting the filthiest moans from your mouth. He reached across the bed, turning up the volume on the TV. “Don’t want anyone to hear what i’m doing to you baby girl.” He winked, his lips glistening before dipping his head back between your legs, his mouth latching onto your clit. Your body was on fire, every inch of you burned with need and his tongue was only fuelling the fire.  

He paused, breathing heavily as your body trembled under him. You bucked up, your legs shaking as your fingers still entangled in his hair. He smiled, burying himself once again before lifting his hand from your hip. He dragged his tongue over you, the tip of it tracing patterns as you clung to an edge that was crumbling away. Your breathing was labored as you tussled with words, your body arching off the bed as his hands trailed over your hips and the tops of your thigh. Curses fell from your mouth as he traced his fingers over the curve of your thigh, his fingers pressing lightly against cheek. He paused, moving ever so slightly before he circled your entrance with his fingers. Your eyes screwed shut as you arched off the bed again, the edge that you held onto falling away beneath your fingers as you came, the waves crashing over you as your heart hammered in your chest. He pushed into you as you whimpered, his fingers buried to the hilt, his tongue continuing its assault on your over sensitized clit. You crashed back down to the bed, your body weightless and heavy at the same time. Scott didn’t stop, instead he just slowed down, let you regain control over your breathing before slamming his fingers inside you.  

You cried out, your body spent. He pulled from you, looking you in the eye as he raised his hand to his mouth, licking the remnants of you from him. You looked through lust blown eyes as he stood, his fingers clasping around your wrists as he pulled you to your knees. You were sluggish but your body still raged with a fire that seemed like it would never go out. He stood over the edge of the bed, his hand in your hair as he guided you to his cock, which stood proudly from him, the end already glistening with precum. You licked over your lips before taking him in your hand, pumping him slowly as you lowered your head without his guidance. His lip caught in his teeth as you licked over his head, swallowing his excitement before taking him in your mouth. You licked a stripe up the vein on his cock, his eyes fluttering shut as his head rolled back. You hollowed your cheeks, taking him further in your mouth, your tongue working circles over him as he thrust into your mouth. You steadied yourself on his hips, your fingers splayed against his skin. Growls ripped through his body as he thrust harder against you, his muscles trembling. You smirked your nose pressing into the soft hair at the base of his cock as you took him to the back of your throat. He lost it, his claws raking at your back as he drew blood from his lip, his tooth breaking the skin there.

He grabbed you pulling you to him so he could place kisses along your neck, his finger dipping between your thighs again. You whimpered at his touch as he bit into the sensitive spot above your collar. “Careful Scott, I don’t heal as well as you do.” You warned as he whined and moved away from your neck. “I don’t care, it doesn’t hurt and even if it does I don’t see you complaining.” He smirked before pushing you back down onto the bed. He hovered over you, his arms caging around you, his biceps flexed as he kissed your lips quickly. You shivered as he touched your leg, his weight supported only by one arm as he parted your legs, his hips slotting between your own. He was teasing, running his head along your slit, grinning as you bucked and whimpered at the contact. “Patience baby girl.” You looked in his eyes as you raked your nails over his skin, knowing he would falter in his movements granting you what you needed. He slid into you slowly, his breathing controlled and his eyes tinging red. His eyes shut slowly as he completely filled you, his mouth hanging open as you hitched your leg higher up on his hip.  

He paused, shaking his head slowly as he began to piston against you, his cock slowly moving against your sweet spot. He went agonizingly slow until you practically begged for him. You pulled him closer to you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he sped up, the friction of the closeness only pushing you closer to another release. Suddenly as he sped up he pulled away rolling you over onto your front. He grabbed a pillow from the other side of the bed, positioning it under your stomach. His hands roughly found your wrists before pinning them behind your back his free hand pushing his cock into you. You mewled into the duvet, this side of him unknown to you. He buried himself to the hilt again, a groan coming from his lips as he paused. He didn’t waste time after that, slowly building a rhythm that had you coming undone mere moments later. Lights exploded behind your eyes as his hand slapped across your ass, the fingers smoothing over the skin. You cried out, your teeth biting into your lip as he began to stutter his movements.  

He slowed, his movements becoming more jarring as your name fell from his lips. His grip on your wrists loosened as he hit his peak, his body falling against yours. He fought to catch his breath before rolling from you, your body too tired to move. “I thought you had to rush out to dinner?” you laughed breathily, your head still spinning. “Yeah well some things are worth being late for.” he winked at you before sitting up, wiping his brow off with the towel from the shower. “I don’t know how long I'll be but I hope it won’t be long. You may wanna order that pizza now, people will think it’s weird me ordering pizza when I'm not in the room.” You groaned in response, your face buried into the pillow. “Okay but choose for me?” You looked up pouting, pulling your best puppy dog eyes. “Okay fine. No need to guilt trip!” He busied himself getting ready for the dinner. He dressed casual as you just pulled on your underwear and a big shirt of his. “Are you going to get dressed at all?” He looked you up and down and laughed. “You can’t see anything!” You complained. He raised his eyebrows at you. “Fine! Killjoy!” You reached for your bag pulling a small pair of sleep shorts out. You pulled them up your legs laughing when they were shorter than the hem of the shirt. “Better?” You twirled and he caught you pulling you towards him. “You’re almost making me not want to go” He whispered and chills ran down your spine.  

“But you have to, suck it up McCall!” You pushed on his chest, basically shoving him out the door. “Either go now or Stiles is gonna be at the door again and I'm running out of places to hide.” He laughed, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Okay, I'll talk to you soon. Behave and enjoy your pizza!” He winked and you pushed him out the door, hiding behind it. He was only gone about 10 minutes when you heard a knock on the door. You scrambled for your money, pulling the hem of your shirt down before swinging the door open. You didn’t look at the delivery boy as you started babbling, counting out the money in his hand.  

“Oh is this hush money?” You looked up stricken to see Isaac leaning against the door frame, his scarf falling over his shoulder. You froze, panic written all over your face. “No wonder Scott is so happy, he’s getting some. Not that he doesn’t deserve it, I just didn’t expect it.” He smirked, looking at the money in his hand. “I’m pretty sure this money isn’t for me. But i’ll take it anyway!” He stared in your eyes as he pulled away from the door frame. You were still frozen, your jaw slack. “You can’t say a word Lahey, I mean it.” You finally snapped out of your moment. “Oh don’t worry about it, I won’t say a word, my lips are sealed.” He winked at you before pocketing the cash. “But you owe me.” He dug his hands into his pockets before pivoting to walk away. “But next time you answer the door at least put some pants on.” His eyes had wandered down your legs as a blush crept over your skin. You watched as he sauntered down the hallway occasionally stealing glances back at you. You gripped onto the door as you closed it again before sinking onto the floor your heart in your throat.