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Bucky looked at Erica and shook his head, a look of confusion spread across his features. “Nope, I don’t believe it.” He sat back on the couch before leaning forward on his elbows, looking at Erica in disbelief. “You honestly want me to believe that werewolves are a thing? Werewolves? You howl at the moon when it’s full?” He arched a brow. “Tony put you up to this didn’t he? Or Sam?” He huffed out a breath before sitting back on the couch again. “This sounds like something they would put you up too; to try and get me to believe it.” He closed his eyes and ran his non metal hand over his face. 

Stiles could do this.

He could totally do this.

If Deaton could do it he fucking could.

Easy shit. Okay. Okay. You got this Stilinski.

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Fuck...he couldn't do this.

It had been three hours now that Stiles had been hyping himself up in the forest. He had done some push ups, chugged two Monsters, popped an extra adderall and had a marathon masturbation session before leaving his house to get his adrenalin pumping and clear his mind of any distractions. When he went into the preserve for the sixth day in the row he was ready. Full focus.

All he had to do was find the nemeton and juice it up while practicing to use his spark. Easy. Mostly. Finding the nemeton wasn't a problem, it never was. He could walk into the forest with his eyes closed and walk in any direction for five minutes and be at the tree stump when he opened his eyes. Seriously, he tried it once.

The spark shit is what he was struggling with. He was getting good at small things like making fireballs the size of golf balls or electrocution himself, but he hadn't been able to touch that part of himself that connected him to the tree. He had to do that to truly control his spark and heal the tree. No pressure. Deaton told him his usual cryptic shit of "believe in yourself" and "look within" and "you'll do it when you're ready". Had the guy never heard of an instruction manual? Last time he looked within he came out with a centuries old trickster who tried to steal his identity. He still wasn't sure if the body he had now was even his.

"Get it together, dude. You can't let the pack down."

Thats what it was always about, wasn't it? Not letting his friends down. His family. He couldn't do it again. Not after killing Allison. Not after being completely useless when the Alpha pack tore his friends apart. God, but the pressure was so much. Too much.

His mind wandered to the people he lost and to the blonde beta he had grown up with. His heart hurt if he thought too much about her, not that it stopped him. He had always regretted how he treated her in school by not treating her like anything. He knew what it was like to need friends, but he had been so far up Scott's ass he never noticed or cared. Then she got the bite and he couldn't think of anyone more deserving. The life that it sparked into her was transformative and he never expressed it out loud, but he loved seeing the hellcat she turned into. Even if she was a bitch who, on more than one occasion, beat his face in. He kinda liked it anyway.

Damn, she'd probably think he was pretty pathetic right now if she saw him next to the tree flailing his arms around like it would actually do something. Why couldn't he just---

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The burn in her cunt & throat was heaven to Erica. Her body moved to adjust to the two men but still allowed the nice burn she had going on. It helped that Peter was whispering praises into her ear. She felt herself moving more as the burn went away, her cunt already tightening around Peter at both praises and how the two reacted to her. There was that rush of power knowing she had an effect on them once more that kept her going.

Rational Erica has a lot of notes she’s taking.

Erica stopped moving as Peter & Chris took over the job, feeling them fuck into her from both ends in sync. She wondered if they were always able to do that and had a lot of images flood through her at the thought of the two fucking each other.

Peter pulling at her hair caused her to pull away from Chris for a moment to moan at the action and catch her breath. “Fuck.” She moaned out, moving to lick at the tip of the cock in front of her. “Ha-had to breath.” She explained before moving her mouth back around the ex-hunter, drunk on him and the Alpha in her cunt who was pulling at her hair. She wanted to cry on how lucky & how happy she felt being between them, cunt tight and right on the edge of cumming but focused on getting them off

It wasn’t uncommon for the person between Chris and Peter to turn into a wet mop once they were at this point, and then men were overjoyed that this time wasn’t the case. It had been a long time, not just for that reason, since they had bedded a third and Peter was certain it was to make this exact moment so spectacular. Erica was definitely worth the wait.

Chris threaded his fingers through her hair, moving most of it out of her face, and gave her a soft smile through the deep lust. “We’ll get you used to it with time, babygirl. Soon you’ll be gagging all over our cocks , but until then don’t hurt yourself.” As much as the ex-hunter wanted to choke her until her face turned blue, he knew she needed to warm up to it and practice. He liked it rough, but he wasn’t a brute. Usually. Fuck, and the way she already felt around him was amazing, he could only guess how good it would be with practice.

Peter huffed out a laugh at Chris’s break in character and kissed at the side of Erica’s neck to let her know they would both take care of her. “Do you like the sound of that Princess? Being our personal little whore? A beautiful set of holes we can use at our leisure?” Peter then slapped her ass, hard, knowing she could take it with her werewolf strength and scraped the rough pads of his fingers around to hold her lower abdomen.

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“As if a beta like you could stop me.” She said as she ate her fry. Confident that a Beta like her couldn’t out run, out maneuver, or out strength someone like her. “So, where is your Alpha.”

“Give it up, I’m not giving you the keys to my car when you’re make up is running and you’re falling apart.”