#twsmut

“I’m sorry, but you’re wrong, Stiles can’t be the nogitsune. Why would a 1,000 year old spirit ever want to posses Stiles?” Ethan asked as the pack sat around my table. The emergency pack meeting wasn’t off to a very good start.

  “Stiles is the obvious choice.” I said not looking up from where I was sharpening my blade.

  “Excuse me but if a nogitsune wanted to terrorize Beacon Hill’s I’d be a much better choice.” Aiden said.

  “Don’t be an idiot. Seriously that gimmick is getting old.” I told him brandishing my blade.

  “What are you talking about (Y/N)?” Scott, my twin brother, asked to keep me from stabbing one of the twins. They may have changed sides but I still wasn’t to happy about the time they tried to kill me.

  “I mean Stiles is the first choice out of all of us if you really think about it. The nogitsune dosen’t need someone with super physical strength because he has his own. In fact if I was a powerful dark spirit, I’d want someone unassuming like Stiles. Then there’s the matter of his mind.” I explained finally satisfied with the edge of my blade and sheathing it at my side.

  “What about his mind?” Mr. Stilinski asked from the corner of the room. He’d shown up at our house about four hours ago when he realised Stiles was missing. A search party couldn’t find anything, even with werewolf senses. Now the pack was here sitting around my kitchen table, looking at me like I held all the answers.

  “He’s smart alright, he’s the smartest one in the group when it comes to things that matter. No offense Lydia, but math, it’s not all that important to an ancient dark spirit.” I told them, they stared back at me with blank faces.

  “The nogitsune is a trickster, a puzzle master. Who do we know that always figures out our supernatural problems here in Beacon Hills?” I asked hoping to lead them to the answer.

  “The nogitsune would want to take over Stiles mind because it works the same way his does.” Scott had figured it out. I nodded at him with pride.

  “That and if there was one mind a nogitsune wouldn’t want to be up against it would be one like his own.” Lydia said putting the pieces all the way together.

  “Bingo.” I said pulling out my butterfly knife and flipping it around in complex patterns to distract myself from the fact that my best friend was possessed by an evil spirit nowhere to be found.

  “So what do we do?” I looked at my brother in shock. Scott was the true alpha, the natural leader and he was asking me what to do.

  “I don’t know.” I said hoping the attention of the pack would turn away from me now. I was never one for being the center of attention, and now that everyone was looking at me I felt like crawling out of my skin.

  “(Y/N) you were the closest with Stiles and you’ve read more than any of us about the nogitsune.” Lydia reassured me.

  “Yeah, I could hear you guys moving around your room practically all night every night for the last couple weeks.” Isaac said as he chewed on his apple. His eyes went wide as he realised how that sounded. I smacked the back of his head. Scott looked at me with one raised and judgemental eyebrow.

  “Look Stiles couldn’t sleep without getting nightmares so we stayed up and played chess.” I admitted. The pack just kept staring at me.

  “Alright look, I might have an idea but it’s terrible.” I hoped someone would come up with something better.

  “A nogitsune feeds off chaos right? Well how about we cause a little chaos to attract him.” Nobody was super happy with the idea but nobody had any better ones.

  “Chaos it is.” Scott agreed, I couldn’t help but think everything was about to go horribly wrong.

 -

  The school was all set up. Lydia had prepared a chain reaction in all the chemistry classrooms. The twins were more than happy to start a food fight in the cafeteria. Kira was standing by to knockout all the lights. Scott was going to pull the fire alarm. I was going to monitor it all on the school cameras to watch out for Stiles. And Allison would be waiting with her father and Isaac to grab Stiles when he showed up.

  “Everyone ready?” I asked into the walkie talkie.

  “Yep.” I got the same response seven times.

  “Alright operation chaos is a go.” I said.

  “Operation chaos is a stupid name.” Aiden said over the walkie. “I thought it had a better ring to it than operation lets cause a lot of problems for the school officials in the hope that our possessed friend is drawn to the trouble. So we can kidnap him and turn him back into our friend somehow.” I replied watching as the chaos began.

 -

  “No sign of Stiles, and the twins got suspended for two weeks.” Scott grumbled crashing down onto the couch beside me.

  “At least that part of the plan worked out.”  I grumbled nursing my third beer of the night. Perks of being human, I could still enjoy the mind numbing effect of alcohol.

  “Wait you knew they were going to get in trouble?” Scott asked me shocked, like I hadn’t been deviant trouble maker my entire life. Honestly it was like he barely knew me sometimes.

  “Well I’m no psychic, but they did start a food fight in the cafeteria. I’m pretty sure that’s a punishable offense. Which is why I gave them the job.” I smirked finishing off the last beer. Scott just rolled his eyes at me. I hopped off the couch, sick and tired of doing nothing.

  “Where are you going?” He asked sounding just like a dad. “To clear my head. Don’t wait up.” I informed him running out the front door before he had the chance to protest.

  I started at the slow jog, but soon that feeling of being followed through the night had me sprinting through the streets of Beacon Hills. I finally stopped when I ended up at my favorite twenty four hour pizzeria. I walked inside to the smell of their homemade sauce and melted cheese. I ordered two meat lovers calzones to go before walking the rest of the way to the sheriff's station. I knew sheriff Stilinski would be there, with Stiles missing he’d want to be on alert for any sign. That and his house would seem just to empty without him there. I knew because my life felt to empty without Stiles by my side.

  “Hey sherif. I brought you some food.” I told him as I walked into the all to familiar office, setting the boxes down on his desk. Sheriff Stilinski shock his head and looked up at me, as though I’d woken him from a trance. He sent me a small smile that didn’t really reach his eyes before pushing the box away.

  “Not hungry.” He told me. I left the box on his desk anyway. Clearly I wouldn’t find any clarity with him. I stopped in the doorway.

  “He loves you.” Sheriff Stilinski’s words turned my body into cement. I couldn’t turn around to look at him, I couldn’t open my mouth to say anything back. I was frozen.

  “I just thought you ought to know, seeing as none of us know how this is going to end.” I could hear the pain in his voice. I knew what he was doing, and it made me angry. Like everyone else he was under estimating Stiles. The Sheriff thought his son was already lost. Well I wouldn’t accept that. I marched from his office in a rage, needing to find a place to clear my head. I walked for hours more, my feet had begun to ache. When I finally looked up to see where I was and figure out how to get home, I realised I was exactly where I needed to be. I pulled out the key I had painted blue on my keychain. I haven't had to use it in years. Stiles was usually there to open the door when I came over.

  Just like I knew it would be, the house was too quiet. I found myself walking up the stairs, following the familiar pathway to Stiles bedroom. It looked the same as it always had. Crime board up, filled with pictures and old news clippings. His lacrosse equipment was piled in the corner near his window. His bed spread was rumpled, not quite made. It felt like home.

  I kicked off my shoes and crawled under the bedsheets. They were cold, like no one had slept there in days, but they still smelled like him. I noticed something red squished between the bed and the wall. It was his lacrosse hoodie. The one he made me wear to every game for good luck, even when he was just a bench warmer. The one he wrapped me in the summer between freshman and sophomore year when I got cold on our way back from the beach. I didn’t even realise tears were falling down my face until they landed on the hoodie in my lap.

“Come on McCall, are you really telling me that you’re a pussy?” Scott stood on the cool metal, his arms folded across his chest as you looked over him. “I’m just not entirely sure that this is a good idea, I worked my ass off to get here, especially with everything I went through senior year. The dean here already hates me!” His words echoed through the large room. You smiled at him, your teeth bared as your tongue wedged between them. You backed away from him, stripping off the sundress that you wore. His eyes went dark as he watched over you, stepping close enough that he could touch. You shook your head as you reached behind you, unclipping the clasp of your bra, watching as it fell to the ground. Scott shivered but you knew it wasn’t of cold. “Are you a man or a mouse McCall?” You teased as you turned away, hearing a growl erupt from his chest.

You stretched out your limbs before leaping into the air, your body curling instinctively as you fell. The water below was warm as you broke the surface, water rippling around you. You stayed under for a moment, watching as Scott hung over the edge of the diving board. He waited for you to surface before he shouted. “I can’t do this! They’ll stop me playing lacrosse, they’ll stop me getting financial aid! I need it!” He looked stricken as you flipped onto your back, the lights hitting against the ripples that you created. “Well, it’s too late now, you’re here, so might as well have some fun with it!” You waded back in the water, barely concentrating on keeping yourself afloat as Scott stripped off the jacket he had worn all day. He pulled the fabric of his shirt taut before pulling it over his head. You loved looking at him like this, it was one sight you were almost 100% certain would never get old. You whistled, quickly diving under the water as he threw his shirt at you. You caught it but it was too late. “Scotty, I think you fucked up.” You held up, his sopping wet t-shirt. He groaned, his hands already on the buckle of his belt.  

“Hey, that was your fault! You distracted me! But at least I have a spare.” You played it off, a look of shock on your face. “ME? You’re the one who threw it in the first place. Get your ass down here or i’m coming to get you.” He shrugged, leaning against the metal rail of the diving board. “Oh what are you going to do, soak me to death?” He laughed, his face lighting up as his laugh filled the room. “Pussy.” You said quietly. “What did you say?” His head cocked as he returned to taking his jeans off. “You heard me McCall, even a deaf human would hear it. A blind person could see you for what you’re acting like right now.” He glared at you, his shoes toeing off as he took his place at the edge of the diving board. “PU-” You watched as Scott turned his back to you, the muscles beneath tanned skin stretched to their limit. “-SSY!” He sprung from the board, his body hurtling through the air, spinning as he hit the water. You held back laughter as he swam around your feet, his hands reaching for your ankles. “Scott! I’m sorry, I take it back!” You yelled, your feet kicking at his hands as he reached for you again. He swam in circles around you, his hair swirling in the water as a cackle escaped your lips. “SCOTT! Don’t touch my feet! You know i’m ticklish!” You kicked again, your foot connecting with something that was harder than just a hand.  

Scott surfaced in the water, the water breaking over his head as he screeched in pain. “Ow, Leah! The hell!” He gasped, clutching his chest, his breathing labored. “You touched my feet.” You spoke matter of factly, wading in the shallow water. “Doesn’t mean you had to kick out my lung! You know I have asthma!” He laughed, a devilish look in his eyes. You splashed water in his face as you laughed, his head flicking back to avoid the water. “Scott, you’re a wolf. Like a literal werewolf, you don’t have asthma anymore!” You cried as he swam closer to you. “I could still have asthma! You don’t know that, hell I don’t even know that!” He spoke, a chuckle through his words.  

“Of course you know that, I know that, we couldn’t of done what we did the other night if you had asthma…” You trailed off, your body moving closer to him, moved by the current of the water, your fingers trailing over the patch of skin that was marred blue and purple the day before. “Leah, did you really drag me in here to take advantage of me, you know i’m helpless when you take your shirt off.” He drawled, his hands coasting over your waist, the water feeling cold compared to his touch. “Maybe I did McCall, maybe I wanted to take advantage of the Alpha who could take on the Beast, the true alpha of Beacon Hills. I wanted to take advantage of the Alpha who melts at the knees at the sight of skin and lace.” You whispered, wrapping your legs around Scott’s waist, your arms latching around his shoulders. You traced over the spiral at the nape of his neck, a more visible mark of his pack rather than the band on his arm. “Well, that’s awfully rude.” Scott murmured as he buried his head in your neck, his tongue flickering over the goosebumped skin. You moaned, the sound barely audible over the roar of the water. “You’re going to have to be louder than that Leah.” He smiled against your skin as you chuckled. “Why? You can hear me just fine Scott.” You teased, your hips rolling against his, his cock already hardening against you.

“You know I love the way you sound, the way my name rolls off your tongue. You make an innocent word sound dirty.” He chuckled again, his lips skimming over your neck, his tongue trailing the line of freckles you had from your collar bone to the space behind your earlobe. Your eyes fluttered shut as you dug your nails into his skin, reckless in your abandon as he would heal anyway. You gripped with white knuckles as he grazed your skin, his teeth sharp enough to break the skin, but his restraint was too much. You moaned for more, you wanted to feel him against you, his mouth on yours, anywhere on you. You hitched your legs higher on his waist, his hands roaming over your spine, trailing the spots that made you weak. You moaned as his hands roamed further down, smoothing over the skin of your hips, his fingers dipping beneath the band of your panties as his rough fingertips grazed over your ass. He gripped you closer to him, his grip tightening on you, as he pushed off the bottom of the pool, guiding you towards the edge of the pool. You lost yourself in his kisses, his teeth finally biting, a shiver shooting down your spine.  

Your lip shook as you pulled his head from your neck, your lids half closed as you searched for his mouth, a mewl leaving your lips as you hit the cool edge of the pool, his tongue running over your bottom lip. His hands left your ass, continuing down the expanse of your thigh, nails raking into sensitive flesh as he deepened the kiss, his hips coasting closer to yours. You felt the warmth inside you spread, a kindling fire igniting somewhere deep inside you. You ground against him, your hips rolling against his cock, the water billowing around your bodies, every nerve in your body on edge. “Relax, i’m not going anywhere.” Scott cooed, his words vibrating over your lips, a cool wash of air over your burning skin. “I know, but I feel like if I don’t get to touch you soon, we may be swimming in a different kind of liquid.” You joked, your eyes finding his. “You’re gross. But damn, if you insist it’s that bad who am I to deny you of that?” He smiled, his tongue rolling over his teeth as his fingers latched around your knees, pushing them down. “Scott-” You whined, lifting your leg to hitch it over his hip once more. “Keep it down.” He demanded in hushed tones as he pulled you lower into the water.  

The lights that you had purposely left on, dimmed before shutting off completely, only just showing the glare of the water in a reflection off the window. You heard footsteps as Scott moved closer to you, your heads not visible over the edge of the pool. Plastic clattered against tiles as Scott parted your legs, a glint of something in his eyes as he bit his lip, nodding for you to keep quiet. You nodded, your face flushing as your heart hammered in your chest. Whatever Scott was doing, he was being cryptic. You felt water move over your legs as you looked down to see Scott’s hand reach for your hips. You shook your head, your lip almost on the verge of bleeding as his hands slid over your panties. He smiled a toothy grin, his eyes looking up at yours as he teased over your inner thigh, his gaze finding your chest as you struggled to catch your breath.  

Not a word was spoken as he pushed your panties to the side, his fingers lightly moving over your folds. You surged against him, careful not to make the water sway too loudly for the fear of being caught. His hand steadied you, anchoring you to his body as his fingers dipped inside you, sparks flying through your nerve endings as you clamped your lips shut. Your body stiffened as plastic clattered meters away from you, the smell of bleach and squelching of feet growing closer. Scott moved slightly, his hand reaching out of the water to clamp over your mouth. His other hand didn’t still, pumping in and out of you at an agonizingly slow speed. Your hips rolled against his touch, a desperate need for release building within you. His fingers sped up slightly, your eyes rolling at the change of pace as your legs shook. Your muscles ached as you tensed, his thumb rolling over your clit as you bit back a moan. Scott’s head nestled against your neck as his hand clamped over your mouth tighter, his hands slowing against you. You mewled, the sound unheard by anyone but Scott. You bucked your hips against Scott's hand as he peppered kisses on your neck.  

You struggled to ease your heart rate as Scott’s hand sped up, pumping in and out of you at a speed that would ordinarily have you screaming. Your body was on fire as he hit your sweet spot, your brain turning to static as pure pleasure rocketed through you. You wanted to scream, to tell him everything that you wanted to do to him. The pressure inside you started to mount as his thumb circled over your clit, the sensation of the water billowing over your skin almost pushing you over the edge. You reached for anything, something to hold you back, to make this feeling last forever. You grasped at Scott’s skin, nails raking into his shoulders as your body shook, pleasure washing over you in waves as your back arched. A moan escaped your lips, muffled by Scott’s fingers as you came, your body letting go fully, Scott’s lips pressed against your boiling skin.  

Your breathing stuttered as you came back down, your head spinning and your vision blurring. His hand came away from your mouth as you let out a shaky breath, your throat ragged and your mouth dry. “What the fuck Scott!” You giggled as he pushed away from you, a smile on his face as he stood up, checking that you two were finally alone again. “Hey! We were rudely interrupted but I didn’t think you’d want me to stop. I know what you’re like when you get going.” He joked as you splashed water at him, his jaw hanging slack as he splashed you right back. “You could've given me more warning than keep it down!” You near shouted, your voice echoing over the tiled walls. “I could’ve but what else could I have said? Janitor inbound? Pineapples? What?!” He laughed as you stared him down, pushing off from the edge of the pool. “Pineapples suffices. I guess!” You laughed as you swam to him, standing on your toes in the deepening water. “Pineapples it is.” He spoke, reaching for you to bring you closer to him. “Now I don’t know about you, but all this swimming is making me thirsty, how about we go get a drink?” You nodded, quickly placing a kiss on his cheek before diving away.  

-

“I think we’re dumbasses. I forgot to bring a towel.” You pouted as you sat on the edge of the pool, waiting for your clothes to dry off some. “Just abandon them. You probably won’t be needing them anymore.” Scott said a matter of factly, his eyes trailing over you as he dressed himself again. “You have a point McCall” You winked as you stood, peeling your wet clothes from your body, before picking your dress up and sliding it over your head. “See? You’d never guess that I have nothing on at all.” You spun, your dress billowing up. “Maybe I wouldn’t bend over Leah, unless you want everyone to see that you have bruises on your ass.” Scott chuckled as you stood slack jawed. “You bruised me?! Asshole!” You mocked sarcastically toeing your shoes back on. “Of course I did, you know I can’t resist. Back to my dorm or yours?” He asked as he chucked you his jacket, noticing you shivering in your thin dress. You pulled it on, digging your hands in the pockets. “Back to yours, you have more beer.” You nodded, heading out the way you’d come in, an unlocked service door to the rear of the building.  

The air outside was warmer than you expected for spring. But it was the end of the semester and you knew that warmer times were coming, warmer times where you wouldn’t be at college and where Scott would be back home in Beacon Hills. End of semester either called for parties filled with students too stressed to think of exams or students holed up in the library cramming knowledge into their over tired minds. Mostly it was the former, parties in every block as everyone tried to forget the reason they were so stressed. Walking through the courtyard you listened to music blaring from corridors and out of windows. Shouts and cries of drunken noise and people spilling out into the night air. It was comforting even in the early hour of the morning, even with an Alpha by your side. People milled by the fountain, smoke billowing into the night sky as they burned embers of illegal substances, the smell dissipating in the open air.  

“Scott I think someone in your block is having a party!” You laughed as you pointed to Isaac, one of Scott's friends from back home. He stood, leaning against a wall chatting to two brunettes in skirts so short they could be classed as belts. Typical Isaac. Smoke blew from his mouth as he adjusted his scarf, staring over the girls as you walked over to him, reaching down into the cooler nearby to grab you and Scott a beer. “These are free right? You know, pack privilege?” Scott laughed as he clapped Isaac on the back, raising the bottle to his lips. “Anything for you McCall, you know I owe you from new year's” Isaac laughed, inhaling more smoke before blowing it straight up. “You need to stop smoking that shit, Isaac. You’re dopey as fuck anyway” Scott joked, pointing to the spliff in Isaac’s fingers. “You’re not my dad Scott, plus it keeps me chill! You know I got anger issues!” Isaac drawled lazily, his eyes hazy as the smell of his smoke hit you.  

“True man, anyway we’re gonna head up. Catch ya later!” Scott grabbed your hand, leading you away from the door as Isaac flicked the butt of his spliff away. “If you need anything just give me a shout man. Snacks, a condom, something green and sticky then i’m your man” Isaac laughed as you headed down the packed corridor, doors open with students spilling out onto every surface. Scott pulled you further down the hallway, opening his room only to find it already occupied. “Scott! The fuck! You know you need to knock!” You heard Stiles shout along with the sound of rustling. “Sorry dude! Sock on the door!” Scott laughed as he pulled the door shut turning to you. “Seems like Stiles finally got with Charlotte!” He chuckled as a smile spread across your face. “I guess her plan worked then” You laughed, recalling your best friends plan to seduce Stiles. “What do you mean plan?” Scott’s eyebrows furrowed as you swallowed some of your beer. “Something to do with a bustier and a stripper pole, I try not to ask anymore.” You shook your head, leaning against the wall. “Sounds like a fun time, wanna sit outside?” Scott asked as you shivered, your hair dripping over your skin.  

You shook your head, wandering further down the hallway, searching for somewhere to sit. “Wanna just hang here? Maybe have a smoke?” You teased knowing that Scott would say no. “We can sit but I’m not smoking, I mean we already broke into the pool tonight, I don’t wanna get caught smoking as well.” He spoke as you pouted. “Yeah but it’s California Scott, loose laws and dispensaries make for a fun evening.” You joked, Scott shooting you a knowing look. “I know I just never saw the appeal.” He shrugged, sliding down the wall as you sat next to him. “You didn’t ask the appeal, you never knew that it causes your heart rate to slow, make everything feel ten times better, it’s just nice you know?” You explained, Scott’s eyes widening at your words. “Makes everything feel better?” He raised his brows, a questioning look on his face. You spoke slowly, your eyes locking with his. “Everything.” He smiled as he sipped on his beer. “Well if you put it that way.” He laughed, standing to his feet. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He winked at you as he headed back down the hallway, on his way to find Isaac in the mass of people.  

You leaned back, sipping on your beer, listening to the bass of the music as Scott walked back, his hands dug in his pocket, a small crate of beers in his hand. “Where to McCall?” You asked as he got closer, a nervous smile on his face. “Well if Charlotte is in my room then it means your room is free?” He spoke, nodding for you to follow him out. “Sounds good to me, it means we won’t get suspended for public nudity at least.” You laughed, taking the crate from his hands. “You’re so going to get me suspended Lee” He chuckled as you crossed the courtyard once more. Your building was quieter but people still milled the halls, chatter and music beating somewhere on a lower level. You keyed into your door, flicking on the lights as you took Scott’s jacket off, chucking it onto the edge of the bed. “Hand it over Scott!” You laughed as he closed the door, reaching into his pocket before chucking the plastic baggie over to you. He walked over, sitting on the edge of your bed as he turned on the TV, music playing as he watched you roll. “How do you do that?” He asked, watching as you licked over the paper, pressing it back down against itself. “I lick it Scott, it’s pretty self explanatory.” You joked, tapping it against your dresser. “You seem to be really good at licking it.” He chuckled as you stopped, turning to him with grin on your face. “My ex girlfriend said I was good at licking too.” You winked as he gawped at you. “You never asked and I never told.” You justified the bomb you just dropped on him. “Fair point. But still. Nice.” He smiled, his legs tucking up onto the bed as he settled on the pillows you spread over your bed.  

You reached into your drawer, searching for a lighter before sparking up, blowing the end of the joint as Scott looked on bewildered. You took a deep breath as you leant back against the wall, smoke swirling into the air as you exhaled, the taste loitering on your lips as you raised it to your lips again. You toyed with Scott, licking over your lips before placing the joint between them, inhaling before passing it to him. “I’m not sure Leah, I don’t even know if it would do anything to me?” He joked, taking the spliff between his fingers. “If it works for Isaac it’ll work for you too, I don’t think there has been a day where I’ve seen Isaac and he hasn’t been stoned.” You giggled, recalling all the times you’d seen him, his blue eyes narrowed with a giant grin on his face.  

“That’s true, maybe it’ll work out. IF it doesn’t what do I get out of this?” He pointed to you in your half relaxed state, your dress already hitching higher on your thigh, an expanse of milky flesh on show. “You’ll get whatever you like, I guess if you’re lucky I'll pay you back for the favor in the pool.” You winked as he spluttered on the smoke, his eyes screwing shut as he coughed. “How the fuck do you do this?” He coughed, smoke still falling from his mouth. “Watch me and learn McCall.” You joked, leaning forward onto your knees before taking the joint from his fingers. You parted your lips, placing the smoke between them before semi crawling over to him, your hands reaching over to his chest to stop yourself from falling. “It’s easy, all you have to do is breathe.” You coaxed, inhaling as the ember glowed red, a shadow of the light on Scott’s skin. “You make it look easy.” He murmured as his hands coasted over your hips. “Are you saying that I literally make sucking look easy?” You joked as Scott broke out in a grin. “Well that’s not what I was saying but if you’re talking about sucking-” You cut him off with a playful slap across his chest. “Ouch! Leah, you hit harder than you think you do!” He mocked you, reaching over to take the joint from between your lips. You licked over them, the taste of burning on your tongue as you relaxed against Scott’s chest.  

He raised it to his mouth, not spluttering this time as he inhaled, his exhale shaky as he flicked the ash over into your ashtray. “You know, you’d make a fantastic teacher.” He joked, digging at your major. “Well I'd fucking hope so or all this debt is for absolutely no fucking reason.” You chuckled, your fingers drumming against his skin, smoothing over the material of his shirt. “You’re going to be a great Veterinarian Scott! Seeing as though you’re part dog yourself.” You narrowed your reddening eyes at him as he stubbed out the last of the joint. “Are you chatting shit Leah, cause I know how to get you to retract every mean thing you’ve ever said.” He laughed, his fingers gripping onto the fabric of your dress. “You wouldn’t.” You stated, your smile disipating as his fingers moved lower, gripping the hem of your dress as he lifted it further up your chest.

“I think you’ll find I would.” He deadpanned, his fingers letting go of the material as he smoothed over the curve of your hip, his rough fingertips grazing over your hip bones. Your breathing hitched as he moved, his body hovering over yours. “Scott-” You breathed, his fingers creating lazy patterns on your hips before moving up. He stilled at his name, his eyes finding yours. “Are you a man or a mouse.” You stared in his eyes, watching as they turned from the deepest brown to a blood red. “Leah.” He growled, a smile on his face as you grinned up at him, his fingers stilled on your waist, his nails digging into the sensitive skin. “Man-” His grip tightened still. “- Or Mouse.” You continued as he lunged down, his fingers dancing over your skin as you laughed, his eyes returning to normal as he laughed, a toothy grin before flopping onto the bed next to you. “No wonder Isaac is so calm, he’s spiked the joints. They have wolfsbane in them, I figuratively couldn’t get my werewolf up.” He laughed, his head rolling back as you looked at him your brow quirked.  

“I know something that you can definitely get up.” You winked as you moved to your knees, straddling him quickly as his eyes widened. “I like your thinking Lee, but I have another thought if smoking this much can make your skin feel this good, then what could more do?” He asked, his brow furrowed. “You want to find out?” You asked as he nodded, as you reached for your tin and the baggie Isaac provided. You rolled on his chest, his eyes lazily following your movements as his hands traced patterns on your hips, your core rolling against the harsh denim of his jeans. Your heart beat slowed as your fingertips became heavier, the room heady as you lit the end of the joint. Scott smiled as he trailed his fingers over your body, his fingers gripping your dress. “Why are you still wearing this? You don’t need it around me.” He laughed, tugging the straps down your shoulders. “I forgot I was wearing anything.” You giggled as you exhaled, your eyes tracking the smoke as it billowed up, your neck craning to see it disappear.  

Scott’s hands moved from your waist to your hands, his fingertips trailing over your wrists as he placed the smoke in his mouth, his eyes closing as he inhaled. You felt heavier, your body closer to Scott’s than you’d ever been, or at least that’s how it felt. Every touch he placed on your skin, set off an eruption below it, pleasure running through every vein. “Come here.” You breathed to him, your fingers entangling in the material of his shirt, pulling him closer to you, his eyes reddening. You traced your finger down his arm, only stopping when you plucked the joint from his fingers, placing the burning end in your mouth. “Leah, I think this has gone to your head, you’ve put it the wrong way round.” You reached for it, placing the smoke on his lips. “Just inhale Scott, all you have to do is inhale.” You spoke as you closed the gap between you, your lips closing over the lit end as you blew out, Scott’s eyes widening as he inhaled. He began to cough as your fingers raked over his skin, your hips rolling against his.  

He pulled away, passing you the joint back, his eyes watering as he croaked. “What the fuck was that?” He laughed as you smoked, leaning back against his legs. “Blowback.” He looked confused. “Blowjob?” You shook your head, laughing as you stubbed out the last of it, returning to your place on his chest. “Well if you insist I pay you back for the pool…” You trailed off, tugging your dress over your head. Scott groaned as he looked over you, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. You backed away, throwing your dress over to the other side of the room, missing the chair in the corner by a good few yards. You moved down his legs, your fingers moving over the button on his jeans with difficulty until you finally got it open, your fingers hungrily digging into the waistband, before pulling them down his legs. He sighed as your fingers roamed over his thighs, his eyes half closed as he looked down at you, your ass in the air as you palmed over his cock. His cock twitched beneath the restraints of his boxers, moving with every stroke you placed over it. “You feel so good baby.” You cooed, your voice soft, a giggle lilting through every word.  

“You feel even better.” He groaned, his hips bucking against your hands as you placed kisses on his thighs, his hip bones, any expanse of skin you could see. Fingers delved beneath elastic waistbands as his cock sprung up, precum already glistening on the tip of it. “You’ve been so patient Scott. How about I pay back that favor now?” You cooed, your lips coasting over his head, a shaky moan leaving his lips. “You can do whatever you like to me baby, i’m at your mercy.” He breathed, his chest rising and falling heavily in sync with your own. Your eyes closed as your lips wrapped around his head, your tongue rolling over his head in it’s slow languidity. “Fu-” Scott stammered as you bobbed your head, your tongue moving over the vein on the underside of his cock. You smiled as you slowed, pulling your head back as Scott’s hands palmed over your shoulders. His nails dug into your skin as he fell from your mouth, your tongue rolling over his head before you took him in your mouth again, your cheeks hollowing as you took him to his base.  

Groans ripped through his body as you bobbed your head, your tongue tracing figure eights over him as you moved, your nose hitting the curly hairs at the base of his cock. Scott’s hands moved over your skin, every touch exaggerated as your head swirled, your eyes drooping closed as he set every nerve on fire. You swayed your hips as you sped up, your mouth slamming on him as you took him to the back of your throat, your heartbeat slowing as you pulled back. Curses and moans filled the air in a prayer, his hips thrusting up to meet your mouth as you smiled. You raised your eyes, catching him as a moan escaped his lips, eyes screwed shut as his legs tensed. “Lee, I can’-” He moaned, his hands finally finding your head as he pushed you down. You breathed slowly, pushing him centimeter by centimeter until he disappeared his lip caught between his teeth. You moaned as he gripped your hair, yanking you back as he pulled you from him. “I need to feel you Lee, I need to know how that pussy feels. I want to fuck you till you can’t walk, till I can’t walk. Till I can’t remember my own name.” You smiled as he pushed you over, your arms catching you before you hit the bed.  

“Scott-” you moaned as his hands left your hair, rough fingertips trailing down the center of your spine, his nails only touching the surface as your breath ran ragged. He smoothed over your hips, his hands roaming your ass before he slapped it, the skin stinging before he kneaded the reddening area. You moaned as he rubbed, his fingers tantalisingly close to where you were throbbing, desperate to hear moans of his, desperate to lose yourself in his touch. He bent you over his knee, his shirt coming off somewhere in the process, before his hands returned to your skin, ready to set you alight, to make you feel like you were flying. “Fuck baby, you look so good bent over my knee like that.” He sighed, his touch roaming your body as you squirmed for more. “If you like what you see then you’ll love what you hear.” You moaned, his hand slapping against your ass again. “Oh will I?” he breathed, his hands drifting over your inner thigh as you bucked back against his hand. “You will. I promise.” You choked as his hands moved further towards your cunt.  

He paused, his lips pressing against your spine before his fingers teased over your entrance, your body jerking back against his touch. You mewled, your eyes closing as the coil within you tightened slowly, not recovered from the antics in the pool. “Please-” You begged as Scott’s hand stilled, before slipping two fingers between your folds. You cried out, your legs kicking as you bucked against him, your chest heaving as his other hand anchored you across him. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet.” He whispered, taking his fingers from you, a moan of protest leaving your lips. He flipped you, your eyes connecting with his as he raised his hand to his mouth, his tongue licking over his fingers, cleaning them of your juices. “You’re so sweet, you should taste baby girl.” He spoke, his eyes trailing over your chest as you squirmed, your hands searching for your clit, desperate for any sort of release.  

His hand dipped between your thighs, his fingers quickly pumping, stroking against your walls as your breathing stopped, your fingers gripping onto his arms. “Taste yourself baby. Do it for me.” You opened your eyes, your mouth falling open as you whispered. “Yes sir.” His fingers traced over your lips as you licked, your head bobbing to suck his fingers clean. “Good girl.” He spoke as he traced his fingers over the swell of your chest, his head dipping to take your nipple between his teeth, his tongue rolling over the sensitive peaks as his hand moved between your thighs once more. You mewled as his thumb circled your clit, every movement slow and deliberate before his fingers plunged into you, stroking at spots that made you see stars. You cried out as his thumb left your clit, your own hand seeking it out, desperate to fall off that edge, to let go. “Sco- either fuck me or something cause I can’t handle this anymore. I need you.” You choked out, your index finger lazily rolling over your clit as Scott pistoned against you, his fingers curling in a way that made your muscles tense and your vision blur.  

“I’ll make you feel so good baby girl, just be patient.” He purred, his voice dark and gravelly as his hand sped up, your toes curling as he hit the spot that made the coil tighten, the first waves of pleasure ebb through your body. “S-” You barely managed to moan as your orgasm crashed over you, so strong that your body arched against his touch. “I-” His hand smoothed over you, pushing you down as his other hand didn’t relent. “Again baby.” He cooed, his eyes trained on your face, the way your hair stuck to your face. “I can’t- I need more.” You reached for his wrists, your body tired as you came down from your high, only for more pleasure to wash over you as his thumb grazed your clit. “Baby, I said again.” He demanded, his tone deep as he pushed harder, your body crying out as you hit your peak again. Your heart hammered in your chest as you fell back against him, your breaths coming in spurts as you lay there, your fingers placed on his skin, your body too tired to grip on. He pulled his hands from you, licking one finger clean before placing the other in your mouth, your tongue lapping away as he smiled.  

“Good girl.” He coaxed as you sat up, your muscles shaking. He gripped you closer, adjusting you till you straddled his body. “Now hold on.” He spoke as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He flipped you, soft downing hitting your back as he situated himself between your thighs. “Do you want sir to make you feel good?” He asked, his fingers pulling your head till you looked him in the eye. “Yes please. Please Sir.” You spoke, your voice small as it cracked. Scott paused, reaching down between you, pumping himself in his hand before placing his hands on your elevated knees. He surged forward, his cock slipping against you, hitting your over sensitive clit as you cried out. He pulled back, pushing against your entrance, his hips cantering forwards as he buried himself. He groaned, the sound guttural as he bottomed out within you. “You weren’t lying Lee, fuck you feel so good baby.” He stuttered, his arms falling till they were either side of your head. He paused, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his lips peppering kisses as he began to thrust, his hips rolling against yours as you moaned.

You reached for the sheets, gripping them between your fingers as Scott bottomed out within you, his hips gaining speed with all the kisses he left on your skin. You hitched your leg higher on his hip, his cock hitting deeper spots as curses and moans filled the air. “Don’t do that baby girl. I don’t want this to end so soon-” Scott cut off as he paused, slamming into you as you jolted on the bed. “I want you to cum Sir, please cum.” You cried, your head rolling to the side as his teeth bit into flesh, your legs wrapping around him. You clenched your muscles, your own orgasm building with each passing moment. “Please Sir. Cum for me.” You whispered in his ear, your walls tightening around him as he stammered. “Le-” Words spilled from his mouth, muffled by your skin as his hips canted forward, his orgasm crashing over him. He bottomed out within you, your own orgasm crashing over you as you cried out, your nails raking in his skin as he slowed to a stop. He breathed heavily, his heartbeat loud enough that you could hear it as he pushed himself away, rolling off you as you lay on the bed.  

Moments passed in silence, heavy breathing and the sound of the tv passing in quiet peace. You battled your heart rate, your body too heavy to move as you traced over Scott’s skin, your own skin soft against his hands. You don’t know how long you lay there, your bodies eventually mingling together, a mess of tanned limbs and wandering hands. “Worth the risk?” You quipped, your curiosity peaked as Scott stared at the ceiling. “Most definitely.” he rolled, taking you in his arms, your bodies rolling into a mess on the duvets.  

You woke hours later, disoriented to a banging on the door. You untangled yourself from Scott, stumbling bleary eyed to the door, shoving his jacket over your bare body. You swung the door open, your dorm mate stood stricken, her eyes wide. “Leah, I need your help. I’ve done something, something I shouldn’t have done.” You beckoned her in, double checking Scott was covered, pulling his jacket tighter over your body.  

Stiles POV

  I watched in horror as (Y/N) launched herself into voids waiting arms, pulling his lips down onto hers in a fierce kiss. I let out a strangled gasp at the brashness. This could not be (Y/N). They seemed to hear me. I watch as (Y/N) turned to me, hope sparked inside as a look of recognition washed over her face. The spark of hope grew into a flame as she walked closer, pausing just across from me. The hope died as she smirked and crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Well thanks for saving my life but your jobs done here.”  (Y/N) dismissed me with a wave before turning back into voids arms.

  “What do you mean? Aren't you coming with me?” I couldn’t help but hope she would tear herself from voids grasp and come with me.

  “No, I think this is exactly where I want to be.” She turned away from me and gave void another kiss before they disappeared into the dark.

 -

  “What do you mean she’s gone darkside? How did she even end up with void?” Scott was practically yelling at me and I couldn’t blame him.

  “Darkside like Anakin Skywalker in the crappy Star Wars prequels. I might have taken her to him to save her life.” I admitted miraculously keeping my calm.

  “I’ll go get her back and bring her to Deaton's. Hopefully he can fix this, and I have no idea what you’re saying when you talk Star Wars, only (Y/N) understood that.” Scott scolded me as he walked out.

  I sat unmoving in my bedroom for hours as it grew dark, wishing (Y/N) was here to understand my Star Wars references, or just sit in silence. I just wish she was with me.

 -

 Voids POV

  “Well if you’re not going to go to the school until tonight then we have a couple hours to kill.” (Y/N) said pulling me away from the blueprints of Beacon Hills High, and between her legs.

  “Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?” I asked running my hands up the outside of her thighs.

  “This.” Like lightning she had me across the room pressed into the wall. I smirked as concrete durst rained down around us. She swallowed it with a bruising kiss that had me tasting blood. I moaned at the feeling.

  I ripped her clothes from her body as she did the same to me. An animalistic growl ripping from her throat as she jump into me. I pulled her legs around my waist as I slammed into her. The screams that exploded from her were delicious as I thrust into her. Her arms wrapped around me and one hand tore painfully at my hair. I didn’t last long and soon I was releasing inside her. I dropped her as I slid down the wall spent. I looked at (Y/N) as she caught her breath beside me, watching with pride as the marks I had made on her neck and chest faded from sight.

 -

  (Y/N)’s POV

  I stood on shaky legs looking down at void as he watched me. HIs eyes were focused on the disappearing marks on my chest. He had certainly improved the frail mortal body I had before, but as I looked at the boy with the dark circles under his eyes I couldn’t help but feel a cold feeling crawling up in my body. I started to walk away confused and unsatisfied.

  “Where are you going?” There was a small part inside me that wanted to flinch at his voice, it was more than unnerving. He saved me, he remade me. I loved him. Didn’t I?

  “Just to get you a washcloth my love.” The lie rolled off my lips effortlessly as I continued my march in the direction of the barley working bathroom.

  “God I remade you perfect didn’t I?” He spoke as if just voicing his thoughts so I didn’t answer. I wasn’t quite sure he was right.

  I made it to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was naked and could care less, before I had always been self concious about my body but now I had confidence. Real confidence, not the facade that I had been putting on since the supernatural invaded my life. I could take care of myself now. I was strong, stronger than even a werewolf, and faster than one too. I could heal, I could fight, and better than all that void had set me free. Scott always had these moral codes that got in the way of making things happen. Now I was free from that burden, and causing problems was so much more fun than solving them.

  My mind was suddenly pulled to a day not long ago. I was with Stiles in my bedroom playing a game of  chess and talking about our latest case. This  warm feeling was blooming in my chest and I wasn’t quite sure what it was. I knew it was a memory but the feeling felt foreign, like someone had erased it from me. I thought to void, I loved him. He saved me, he made me better than I was before. I thought again of that day in my room, Stiles hands flying around wildly as he explained his asinine theories, occasionally knocking over a chess piece, the warm feeling grew. Suddenly I felt wrong, being here with void instead of with Stiles, trying to create the problems I used to help solve. It was like paint chipping away revealing what had been underneath. I didn’t want that burden. Always needing to save the world, never getting what I wanted. Void was the next best thing. I struggled to reason with myself, the internal conflict bubbling into rage as I crashed my fist down into the sink, shards of it flying all around the room. I felt a piece bite into my cheek but I didn’t even blink. I knew it would heal in a matter of seconds anyway. Void came crashing through the bathroom door a second later.

  “What the hell happened?” He looked angry.

  “I’m still getting used to my strength.” I lied again looking at the ruin I had caused, part of me proud the other part, horrified.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll learn soon enough.” Void reassured me stiffly, like a misbehaving dog.

  “Or you won’t, I don’t mind. I’ve always been a fan of chaos and destruction.” He looked up at me with a dark smile before leaving me to admire the ruin I had caused, and to wonder what I would destroy next.

 -

  I walked behind void as we entered the school. Void easily knocked Scott and Kira to the side. I watched as Stiles and Lydia stumbled away from us in fear. It made me sad to see them running from me, but I couldn’t understand why. I had no attachments to these people I shouldn’t be feeling anything, but I was.

  “Divine move? Divine move? You think you have any moves at all? You can kill the Oni, but me? Me? I’m a thousand years old! You can’t kill me!” Void was screaming at them.

  “But we can change you!” Lydia and Stiles stopped backing away something was wrong. I turned and watched Scott run at void. I stepped in between them, Scott sent me flying back into a wall the force of it knocking me to the ground clinging to consciousness. It was enough to warn void.

  “Change the host. Well it’s a good thing I brought back up.” Void taunted as their plan failed.

  “What did you do to her?”  Stiles voice was weak but I could tell he was angry. Why did he care, we were nothing to each other. Then I thought back to the memory of us playing chess. I thought it had been a figment of my imagination, but what if I was wrong. What if void did more then just bring me back and make me stronger.

  “I made her better. I took away her memories of you all. Her morals are gone and I instilled in her the same thirst for destruction and power that I have. That’s how I saved her life, by giving her some of mine. She’s just as strong as I am and completely obedient to me. The perfect soldier.” The ringing in my head did nothing to drown out voids words. He had taken things from me. These people were my friends, and they were still trying to save me. As I lay prone on the tile floor I couldn’t quite figure out if I wanted them too.

  “Well we will just have to get rid of you to save her.” Kira said as the pack formed a semicircle around void and I.

  “I’m afraid her life force draws it’s power from my own. Kill me and you kill her. Not that I wouldn’t mind her death, she dosen’t mean that much to me anymore. Stiles thought I loved her, and I did when I was bound to him, his emotions would infect me but once I was free they left me.” Void mocked them.

  “Then why did you save her life?” Scott asked.

  “Who better to cause you all this much pain then someone you all love.” Void spoke, my vision changing from black spots to a weird glow.

  Suddenly I wasn’t in the school hallway. I was laughing at a lunch table with Scott and Stiles. I was shopping with Lydia for a formal dress. I was studying with kira for our econ test, but mostly talking about her crush on Scott. I was standing with Stiles our hands wrapped around a lit flare that a soaking Scott was holding in a motel parking lot. I was researching werewolves with Stiles after Scott was bit. I was out in the woods getting escorted back to Stiles jeep by his dad after he, Scott, and I had gone out looking for a body.

  These images kept flashing through my mind, one after the other. Memories returning to me.

  I was holding a young Stiles hands as we stood over his mother's grave. His tears falling onto my shoulder as I did my best to be there for him.

  Scott running into my small arms crying that his dad had left.

  One after another these images came to me and all the darkness I had been holding onto was suddenly pushed away. Void was not my friend.

  I stood as one final image flashed through my mind. Stiles and Scott and I meeting for the first time in the sand box. These people weren’t just my friends, they were my home. And Void had tried to take that from me.

  “You are no match for the both of us, so why don’t you just stand aside.” Void taunted them as he watched me stand.

  “Yup, I’ve gone darkside. I’m just like Anakin Skywalker at the end of return of the jedi.” I told them standing up at voids side. I watched Stiles eyes widen with realisation. I sent him the smallest of smiles hoping he would understand that I was doing this for him.

  I turned on void then, slamming him back into the lockers before throwing him to the ground. I pounced on him, letting out all the darkness and rage he had put inside me as I tore him apart. As he died I felt myself growing stronger, I felt the darkness try to control me, but I wouldn’t let it. I didn’t know if I would survive but I had to save my friends.

-

  I was lying on something cool. My body felt strange, and my head hurt. I could make out voices that were coming from very far away.

  “What happened back there, she said she was Anakin, but isn’t he the bad guy?” The familiar voice of Scott pulled me from unconsciousness. I opened my eyes and sat up on the examination table from the clinic. Scott was nowhere to be found.

  “Anakin is the bad guy, he’s darth vader but at the end of return of the Jedi he turns back to the light side and fights against the emperor to save Luke. She must have broken free of his influence to save us.” Stiles explained. I wandered through the clinic searching for the boys as their words played clearly in my head.

  “Deaton thinks she absorbed all of voids power when she killed him. Do you think she has his darkness too?” Scott seemed afraid of what I might become.

  “There might be a darkness inside of her, but there’s light too. Just like a jedi, it matters which one she chooses and I think you can remember as well as I can that she chose the light.” Stiles explained, the confidence in his voice filling me with a warm feeling as I walked outside to where the boys were leaning against the jeep.

  “Dude, what are you saying?” Scott asked, confused by Stiles reference.

  “Scott don’t you think it's about time you watched Star Wars.” I said drawing the boys attention to me. Scott just looked at me in shock, Stiles however wasted no time running to me and consuming me in a bone crushing hug.

  “Wait, it’s really you.” Scott was still wary.

  “I think so, yeah.” I said as Stiles pulled back, one of his arms remained wrapped around me.

  “No desire to feed of pain and misery?” Scott persisted.

  “Nope, but I could go for some pizza.” I told him realising how hungry I was. Finally a smile spread over Scotts face and he crossed to Stiles and I and pulled us both into a hug.

  “I’m going to wake up the girls, they’re going to want to come too.” Scott said pulling away from us and heading back inside the clinic leaving me and Stiles alone.

  I turned to look at Stiles as he fiddled with the end of his shirt.

  “Look (Y/N), I…” He began, but I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. Pulling him down into a kiss that was finally right, only when I was about to pass out did I come up for air.

  “I know, I do too.” I told him resting my forehead against his a smile spreading across my face.

  Suddenly a whistle pulled us apart. I looked over at Scott, Kira, and Lydia all standing with stupid smiles on their face.

  “It’s about damn time.” Lydia smirked at us. The rest of the group laughed.

  I wanted to blush but Stiles didn’t give me the chance, he pulled me back to him and crashed his lips down onto my own. Our friends laughter soon turned to cheers as I lost myself in Stiles.

  I could feel it inside me, I wasn’t the same anymore, but it was okay. I thought of Scott and Lydia and Kira, and now me and Stiles. I could feel a darkness inside me, but I could feel a strength too. If there was one thing I’d learned over the last year is that change doesn't have to be bad, it doesn't have to be an end. Sometimes it can be a beginning.

When I woke up it was still dark outside. One look at the clock told me it was 4:37 am on a Saturday morning. Stiles was moving around a little behind me. Maybe he was having a bad dream. I tried to roll over to see his face, but his arms that had hung loosely around me pulled me tight to him as soon as I tried to move. He let out a low whimper as I moved against him.

 “I’m right here Stiles, it’s okay.” I whispered, trying to reassure him. I let myself relax back into him. That’s when I felt it. My eyes blew wide as I felt him poking into my lower back. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” The words looped in my head. Stiles would be mortified if he woke up and discovered the position we were in. He may even stop sleeping over. That thought alone made me act. There was no way I was going back to being alone and terrified at night. I tried to slowly wiggle out of his grasp. I made it a couple inches before…

 “Oh fuck, (Y/N).” My name rolled off of his tongue like a prayer. I was instantly soaking wet. Now I needed to get out, or else he would wake up and I wouldn’t be able to hide my reaction. I kept up with the slow wiggling escape, making it almost all the way out before his arms tightened around me again. This time pulled my ass straight back into his raging erection. His hips started thrusting into my ass and I was stuck. Part of my body hanging off the edge of the bed, the other half of it rutting against a horney teenage boy. His grip was like a vice around my waist, his pants and moans getting faster and louder. Maybe if he finished in his dream he would let me go. Figuring I had no better options I leaned back, ready to ride it out.

Ten minutes later and the boy was still going strong. Despretly horney now and needing to take care of myself, I took matters into my own hands. I tilted my head back so my mouth was closer to his ear. This time after he moaned my name, I moaned his back. The result was Immediate, I felt his whole body shudder. So I amped it up, moaning pure filth into his ear until finally his movements became erratic. I decided it was time to push him over the edge. I licked a warm stripe up the collum of his throat to his ear biting it when I got there. For that I received a loud guttural moan that had me literally gushing. I felt his dick twitch against me as he came before finally going soft. He rolled off me breathing heavy and thankfully, still very much asleep. I ran to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I looked at my flushed face in the mirror. God I looked so wrecked. I tried splashing some cold water on my face but it had no effect.

 Deciding there would be no way I would be going back to bed tonight I opted for a cold shower instead. I peeled off my sweaty clothes and got under the freezing spray. Very grateful for my removable shower head.

 Getting off the first time barely put a dent in the fire between my legs. It took three more times before I was finally satisfied. I only hoped Stiles hadn’t heard anything. I tried to be quiet but a couple times a strangled moan escaped my lips.

 I quickly dried off, throwing my damp hair into a braid. It was only then that I realised I didn’t have any clothes with me. Groaning at my misfortune I wrapped the towel tightly around myself before tip toeing back into my room.

 It was a lot lighter in my room. The clock now read 6:02 am. I couldn’t believe I had been in the bathroom that long. I tried to move silently across the floor but just as I reached my dresser a loose board let out an insanely loud squeak.

 “(Y/N)?” Stiles morning voice was as sexy as ever. I quietly cursed my old house for putting me in this situation.

 I turned around to face Stiles slowly. He sat up in my bed. Rubbing his eyes as they adjusted. They widened when they saw me standing in just my towel.

 “Wow. Why are you up so early?” He asked his eyes still trained on my body.

 “I was scared about shopping today and I couldn’t really sleep all that well. I’m sorry I woke you.” I said finding it kind of disturbing how well I could lie to my best friend. It was something I was never good at before the whole supernatural crap started, and now I was a pro.

 “It’s cool. And really don’t worry about shopping with Lydia, you’ve fought against supernatural monsters and won. You can handle a little bra shopping.” He winked at me before rolling onto his stomach on the bed. Light snores soon telling me he’d gone back to sleep. As fast as I could I dropped the towel and pulled on some jeans and a T-shirt. Lydia definitely wouldn’t approve of the outfit, but if she was dragging me out of my house on a saturday to bra shop she could deal.

 I made pancakes to pass the time. A stack was already sky high as I flipped another one in the pan. I was swinging my hips to the rhythm of whatever song was playing from my phone when a pair of familiar strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist.

 “Pancakes? For me? What did I ever do to get so lucky?” Stiles said in awe at my handi work. He pecked my cheek as he reached for one of the pancakes on top of the stack. I slapped his hands away.

 “These are for the pack when they get here.” I scolded him, admiring the way he jutted out his bottom lip in a pout. I suddenly had the urge to bite it.

 “Those are for you.” I said pointing to another individual plate of pancakes stacked to the side.

My vision was blurry and red stained. I could barely make out my surroundings but through the ringing in my ears I heard a voice.

 “No, no, no, no, no,  NO!” Stiles voice was getting closer to me slowly. Like he was crawling across the ground towards me. Fear gripped my heart. What had happened to him? I tried to move, to turn towards him, but my body wouldn’t respond. I did feel someone shift my body and when I gathered enough strength to open my eyes Stiles was right above me, my head in his lap.

 “You gotta stay with me okay. Kira already called the ambulance. It'll be here any second and then they’ll fix you up.” I know he was trying to reassure me but it sounded more like he was begging me. That’s when I realized I couldn’t do what he was asking. I could feel myself slipping away. Well if I was gonna die then there was something I needed to say.

 “Stiles, I need… to tell… you… something.” It was hard to talk and my breathing started to become shallow.

 “Don’t talk. You need to save your strength okay.” He was crying now. I could feel the hot tears landing on my cheeks.

 “I have to say this Stiles. You need to know. I… I love you.” I panted out. My vision started to go dark.

 “I know. I love you too.” He said the same way we always have. He didn’t know what I was saying.

 “No… no. Stiles, I’m in love with y-” Before I could finish what I wanted to say my world went dark. The last thing I heard was Stiles screaming for Scott.

 -

 I came to realise I was in the hospital. I would come in and out of consciousness randomly and I never stayed awake for long.

 “Her case is strange. Her wounds should have killed her but they actually appear to be healing rapidly.” A voice came from somewhere in the room with me. I tried to make out more of the conversation going on around me but I slipped back into the darkness.

  When I came to the next time I still couldn’t move or open my eyes. I could feel now though. I could feel the familiar scratchy hospital sheets. When I was younger my mom would let me nap under her desk in these sheets. There was something in my hand now. As I felt someone move against me I realised what it was. Someone’s hand.

 “Scott, When is she gonna wake up?” Stiles voice came from beside me. I realized it was his hand in mine.

 “I’m not sure Stiles. Everyone’s body reacts differently to the bite. If I

Had to guess I’d say tonight since it’s the full moon.” Scott was across the room. I could smell him leaning against the wall. He smelled of anxiety. I slipped back under before I could fully comprehend what that meant.

 -

  I woke with a jolt. Sitting bolt upright. It was pitch black in my room but I didn’t even notice. I could see perfectly and I felt fine. All I wanted to do was get out of the hospital. I couldn’t explain my need to get to the woods. I just needed to get some place safe, and there was a call inside of me. It was new and overwhelming and I had no choice but to answer it. It pulled me towards the woods. With my claws I slashed at the wires connecting me to the loud machines. I lept out of the bed racing to the window on the other side of the room. But suddenly something was in front of me.

  “Stiles no don’t she could kill you! We need to get Scott!” A familiar sound came from behind me. I turned to look and saw a flash of red. Whatever it was it wasn’t standing in my way. I turned my focus back to the figure in front of me. Tall, dark haired, lanky and vaguely familiar. None of that mattered to me now. I had to get to the woods. I had to get to a safe place. I growled low in warning, but he didn’t move. So I did what I had to do. I attacked him.

  He dodged my slashes but tripped as he moved back crashing into the floor. I wasted no time jumping ontop of him. I raised my clawed hand aiming for his jugular, from somewhere behind me another scream sounded. I paused. Hand held high in the air, ready to strike, but I couldn’t. Some part of me, something deep inside was screaming. I could barley hear it over the wildness pumping through my blood, but it was there and it didn’t want me to kill this thing. So I stayed still, I didn’t even flinch when the thing under me moved to cup my face.

  “(Y/N) I know you’re in there. It’s me Stiles.” The word, the last one he said made the screaming grow louder. I tried to shake it away but the boy underneath me held my head still. I looked back to him.

  “I need you to hear me (Y/N). I need you to know, I’m in love with you too.” He leaned up and kissed me.

  Suddenly I was myself again. I knew where I was and who I was with. I was in Stiles arms. He was holding me tight to him. Our kiss was full of desperation. I wanted to keep kissing him but I had to make sure this was real. That I was actually alive.

  “Stiles?” I asked pulling up for air. He looked up at me with pink cheeks and swollen lips.

  “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He reassured me running a hand through my hair.

  “How? I was dieing?” I still couldn’t put it all together.

  “Scott bit you.” I whipped my head around to find Lydia in the corner.

  “What?” I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t be a werewolf. But then I looked around and noticed the destroyed hospital room. The claw marks on the sheets, in the wall. There was only one explanation, and my friends would never lie to me.

  “Look clearly Stiles is your anchor, and that’s great but it’s still your first full moon. We need to get you somewhere safe. Even with an anchor you could lose control. We need to get Scott.” Lydia’s voice was shaking and I could hear her heartbeat from across the room.

  “Okay yeah. The alpha, my alpha.” I was still trying to wrap my head around it. Scott was my alpha now. I was a werewolf. Stiles stood up and helped me to my feet, but as soon as I stood up I froze. I could feel that fight inside of me again. And the wild was winning.

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.  

Your knuckles wrapped around the wheel in front of you as you squinted in the darkness. You didn’t know if your eyes were deceiving you or whether it was the glare of the moon on a passing bike. Either way it didn’t sit right with you. All the information you’d read earlier didn’t make sense, it couldn’t make sense. But neither could the sight in front of you. It couldn’t be a passing bike and it couldn’t be your eyes deceiving you. If they were then you wanted it to stop as the glowing eyes came closer, inch by inch as your heart plummeted.  

You swallowed quickly, your eyes darting to the phone that you’d tossed on the passenger seat after you’d finished your call to Stiles. Your eyes still swam with tears as you thought of him, thinking about his smile as shadows crept in. You didn’t want to ring him in tears again in the middle of the night. You didn’t want to hear the rustling of leaves underfoot in an otherwise silent darkness. You didn’t want this. You drew in sharp breaths as you reached for the keys in the ignition, praying that you were faster than the dark figure closing in on the car you had trapped yourself in. Your fingers trembled as you wrapped them around the key, pressing forward as the engine roared too loudly as the rustling went unheard. Lights flooded the trees, illuminating darkness as the eyes disappeared retreating back into the woods. You heaved, bile crawling up your throat, threatening an escape.  

You slammed your foot down on the ignition as the wheels spun too fast against sticking mud. It was like you were blocked in although the open space around you begged to differ. You tried again, the car staying firmly in place as your heart sped, slamming against your ribcage. You swallowed a bitter taste on your tongue as you peered out into the darkness. You thought about how the day had been and wondered why you stuck in the mud. It had been a day since the downpour and you were shaded by a tree. You reached for the handle, your eyes streaming as fear coursed through your veins. But a glimpse of the red glow had your arm snapping back against your seat before you could click open the door. You couldn’t see what was attached to the eyes, only darkness seemed to surround it. Whatever, whoever it was edged around the car, nails or keys scratching the paint with an ear splitting screech. It stopped as you held your breath, your legs shaking as you pressed on the acceleration once more.  

It moved faster than you could ever imagine as the door by your side was ripped from it’s hinges and you were flung feet away from the car. Your eyes screwed shut as pain ripped through your body, your arm at an awkward angle underneath your body. You screamed, but no sound escaped your mouth as you heard leaves squelch once more. You rolled, your body crying out for relief from the pain as you crawled, your left arm dragging uselessly behind you. You got no where as nails ripped into your jeans, pulling you back as you tried to escape. You didn’t want to look but as your eyes opened you knew this sight would be the last you would ever see. Glowing red eyes staring straight at you as teeth bared.  

That was then, but this is now. You don’t know how you got home, or what happened to your clothes or why the carpet in your house was caked in mud. You don’t remember what happened to you or why your arm always looked slightly off. You remembered red eyes and fear but nothing after that. It was all a blur. A four day long blur. You sighed as you leant over your bed, reaching for your phone, a giant crack down the screen. 115 missed calls and a million unanswered texts blinked on your screen, the caller all the same. You didn’t want to talk, you just wanted to sleep and you wanted everything to stop being too much.  

Another few days passed and nothing had got better, your arm looked fine now, stronger in fact. You struggled with sleep but nothing new, you’d never been much of a daytime person more often you’d work at night, the moonlight powering you in ways that the sun just couldn’t. You didn’t think much of it at first but you could hear everything. People talking in the apartment above yours, muffled conversations of people walking past your building. It was everywhere and nothing you could do would drown out the noise. Night times were the worst, you could hear every siren blaring past, every scream of teenagers as they ripped through the city, laughs echoing in your eardrums. You’d tried muffling your ears, pillows and blankets covering your head but you still heard it all. You still heard your phone, tucked away in some remote corner of your building vibrating against concrete floors. It buzzed around your head until you couldn’t take it anymore. You’d avoided it for days, knowing you couldn’t face the company that had lied to you and got you hurt in a way you were sure you’d never heal from.  

You finally gave up one day as the skies opened, rain pouring down on the concrete outside. It hammered against your windows, rocketing through your mind at a million miles an hour. Your phone had buzzed relentlessly and you lost it. You threw open your door, running through the building in search of where you’d left it. You got there faster than you ever thought you could, faster than anything you’d ever seen. But you barely broke a sweat, your heart still calmly beating in your chest. You pondered over what was happening to you as your phone vibrated again, the crack in the screen illuminated by the caller I.D flashing beneath it. Stiles. Again. You sighed as you walked back to your apartment, too scared to run again. It had felt so freeing and so wrong. You didn’t move like that. No one did. You shook your head of the thoughts crowding it as you squinted down at your screen. You accepted the call, almost instantly regretting it as you remembered your last words to Stiles before you lost days.  

“Millie! What the hell! I’ve tried ringing you six trillion times and you didn’t pick up!” You sighed, knowing all this already. “I needed time to think Stiles, I don’t think I’ll be coming back to work. My case is done, my lead was a bust and the trail's gone cold.” You lied as you looked at the file on your coffee table. You flipped through the pages, your eyes scanning words you’d seen a million times. You knew them like you knew yourself, which these days wasn’t very well. “Yeah well you can’t just worry us like that. We were scared out of our minds.” Yeah and so were you. “If you are truly intent on leaving we have some paperwork we would like you to fill out.” You licked over your lips, a habit you had when you were nervous as you sat on your couch, picking up the large leather bound book Lydia had given you. “Sure, I’ll swing by. I don’t know when it’ll be though.” You replied, your focus directed on the book and the strange drawings that accompanied it. “Okay, please come straight to the front desk. You can clear out your office when all the paperwork is finalized.” His tone was cold but you could still hear the hurt in his voice. You didn’t have any sympathy for liars. “Thank you very much Mr. Stilinski, I shall drop by as soon as I can.” You nearly spat, as you clicked off the call.  

You returned to the book, paying closer attention to the notes scrawled in the margins, Lydia’s cursive looping around paragraphs. You flipped through pages until a familiar sight greeted you, one that you wished you’d never see again. A singular pair of eyes, red biro highlighting the irises. You shuddered as you read on, barely understanding what it was that you were looking at. Hours passed and you finished the book, still no closer to understanding what you were looking for. Lydia had given you a book of myths, urban legends and straight up fairy tales. Werewolves and Kanimas and something called The Wild Hunt? It was stuff of books and old wives tales, it didn’t help as you sat in your apartment attempting to catch a murderer. You drew in a large breath, looking around your living room which in it’s current state looked a lot like a library that had a hurricane hit it.  

You couldn’t concentrate on that though, your body ached and you hadn’t bought groceries in days. But it was too late to leave the house, Beacon Hills wasn’t safe at night and the thought of those eyes had you scared to leave the second the sky even darkened slightly. You reached for your phone as you dialled the chinese delivery, ordering your usual. You wanted to shower, eat and then potentially pass out for 6-9 weeks. You sat on your couch, flicking through the channels as the doorbell rang. You stood, stretching out as a sharp pain rocketed through you, almost bringing a scream to your mouth. You curled into yourself, waiting for the pain to ebb out and stop as the doorbell continued to ring. “One minute.” you roared, the pain subsiding as you reached for your purse. You opened the door, a scowl on your face as you looked down on  the teenage delivery boy. He looked you up and down before handing you the food without a word. You paid him and watched him leave down the hall without a second glance back at your door.  

You ate quickly, barely paying attention to your food as you stared at pictures you’d seen a trillion and one times. You wandered to the kitchen, pouring yourself a whiskey. It wasn’t till the bottle was emptied that you realized you felt nothing, you didn’t even feel a buzz, not even an inkling. You could taste the sour mash but nothing affected you. You ran your fingers through your hair as you grabbed the bottle. You read over the label, your thoughts going back to the leather bound book on the coffee table. Flashes of handwritten notes ran through your mind, enhanced hearing, alcohol intolerance, advanced healing. You looked down at your arm, remembering the sight of it bent underneath you as a ghost pain travelled through you. You shuddered as anger and pain flashed through you, the bottle in your hand now smashing against the wall furthest from you. Your breath hitched in your throat as tears fell, sobs wracking your chest. You didn’t understand what happened to you.  

You climbed into bed hours later, your eyes rubbed red raw, your nose an almost bloodied shade of crimson. Your knuckles were white as you lay between the sheets, your eyes closing as darkness surrounded you. You heard the streets buzzing with activity but eventually the lack of sleep overcame you and you fell into a fitful sleep. Morning rolled around faster than you cared for, the blaring of your alarm piercing your ears at the crack of dawn. You rolled over in bed, covering your ears with your pillow but nothing drowned it out. You smashed the snooze button, sitting straight up as you felt the plastic crumple beneath your fingers. You rubbed your eyes, dredging yourself out of your bed and through to the coffee machine, a morning ritual that had been your saving grace. You leant against the countertop as you ignored calls from your best friend back home. You’d barely talked to her in weeks and you missed her alot. But things weren’t normal, nothing felt right and you didn’t want her to worry. You wandered around the apartment, clearing the mess you’d lived in for nearly two weeks. When all was done you glanced at the clock and wondered if it was worth going into the office. You didn’t want to face Stiles, you didn’t want to see the smirk on his face as he continued to hide something from you.  

But you still had to face him. You grudgingly got in the shower, hot water rolling over stinging skin as you washed. You winced as your fingers traced the outside of a cut, the memory of you getting it completely wiped from your mind. You dressed, pairing a shirt dress with your boots the pain from earlier making it hard to think about heels. Your vanity sat abandoned in the corner of your room. Why should you look good when you didn’t care anymore. But you did care, you cared about Stiles but the betrayal was too much. A look in the mirror had your mind changed almost instantly. The bags you underneath your eyes were almost black and your skin was sallow. The lack of sleep had you feeling like death and looking close to it. You fixed as much as you could bear to look at, fixing your hair in unruly curls around your face. You grabbed your coat bundling up against the biting wind that raged outside. You wound your scarf around your neck, burying into as you decided whether or not it was too late to not go. You hadn’t left the house in days and now the thought of it had your stomach in knots, lurching at the thought of leaving. You bit back bile as you jangled your keys in your hand, a headache starting as you left the house.  

You walked quickly to the office, opting to stop for yet another coffee, a bitter taste to accompany your bitter mood. You stepped into the building and an onslaught of something strong hit your senses. It was sweet but musky, sort of like the smell of fresh leaves and crisp air. It cycled through the heating system and as you climbed the stairs to the office it became stronger. You shook it off, undoing your scarf and shoving it into your bag. You ignored the hallway to your left where your office was, taking Stiles’ direction to go straight to the front desk. Malia sat there, her head balancing on her hand as she stared blankly at the screen in front of her. You walked up as she took no notice of you. You coughed but she still didn’t look up, her brow furrowed as she stared intently. “Malia.” you talked sweetly, your annoyance only thinly veiled with a smile. She turned to you slowly, her expression bored as she looked over you.  

“You look like shit. Where the fuck have you been?” You rolled your eyes as you gripped your coffee, the paper cup feeling awfully fragile in your iron grip. “In the fucking Bahamas. Is Stiles here? He told me to come to the office.” You rapped your fingers on the glass desk, much like she had the first time you had come here. “Yeah he’s in a meeting though. It might be a while, you should get comfortable.” you sighed as you walked back to the chairs you’d sat in that first day. You remembered being so nervous but now you just felt strong, like you had changed from who you were back then. Maybe you had. Normally you’d scroll down your Instagram in this situation but the crack in your screen made that near on impossible. You flicked through magazines in silence until Malia spoke seemingly out of nowhere. “I’m surprised he even remembers you. You didn’t do anything here. You never solved the only case you had and you didn’t make an impression on anyone. What were you even here for?” You gritted your teeth, not even bothering to look up at her as you gripped your coffee once more. “Oh sorry, did I hit a nerve? I know what you were here for. You were here for him, you wanted to be his girlfriend? You liked him?” She spat as she clicked along the keys of her keyboard.

You didn’t respond, instead you drank some of the coffee, the scalding liquid burning your throat as you swallowed. “He doesn’t have girlfriends Millie. He fucks and fires. You’re not the only one who’s had that office. You were just another one of his employees. He slept with the last one too, she left not long ago. Before anyone could even blink you were here.” She stated it like it was a fact. But you didn’t believe her. “I don’t believe a word out your mouth Malia.” you spoke calmly, only just raising your head to look at her from across the room. “Well you don’t believe me but it’s the truth. If he can’t get a new hire he always goes crawling back to me. He will always come back to me.” She smiled, her teeth baring as she returned to her computer. You bit back a smile yourself as you stifled a laugh, placing the magazine back on the table next to the chairs. You picked up your coffee as you walked over to her desk, leaning against it. “You want to hear a joke?” Malia scowled at you. “Go sit down Millie.” She snapped as she typed. “Well here it is anyway. Stiles never mentioned you, or any history between you two. I think that’s rather strange if he always goes crawling back to you.” you made air quotations. “Plus I think it was nice of you to throw shade at yourself. Self deprecation is a bitch but you saved me being the bitch by admitting you were sloppy seconds.”  You smiled as Stiles’ door clicked open and Derek and him stood at the door. Stiles caught your eye just as Malia stood to her feet, her eyes furious. She sat back down as Derek looked over at her, a low resonating growl permeating the air. Stiles seemed unaffected by it but it shook you to the core.  

“Millie, I had no idea you were here. Malia never sent anything through.” He glared at Malia as she returned to her screen, a scowl set on her lips. “You can come through whenever Millie.” Stiles half smiled at you before disappearing through the door. Derek looked at you, before nodding and making his way down the hallway to your right. You smiled at Malia as you turned, your arm swinging around to hit the coffee cup on the side. It flew through the air, the cap coming off as it hit the keys of Malia’s computer. You feigned shock, a sad look on your face. “Oh my god Malia! I’m so sorry! I’m so useless sometimes aren’t I!” You shrugged as she stood again, her face contorted into one of pure fury. If you thought the sound earlier shook you, the one that came from her terrified you. She almost roared. “You fucking bitch! You did that on purpose!” She moved, threatening to come out from behind her desk. You were already over at your bag on the chairs, collecting it so you could go into Stiles’ office. “Malia! That was completely uncalled for! I wouldn’t do such a thing!” You spoke as you crossed the room, stopping by her desk to whisper. “And if I did, you have no way to prove it.”  

You walked off, leaving her seething as she picked up the receiver, dialing someone in the office. “Hello Millie, can you please close the door?” Stiles spoke from his chair as you entered, his focus on the file in front of him. He snapped it shut as you clicked the door shut, walking to the seat on the other side of his desk. “I want to apologise.” He started but you stopped him. “It’s okay Stiles. It is. I just don’t like secrets. That’s why I’m leaving. You can’t hide something from someone if they aren’t there to lie to.” you smiled as Stiles looked downcast. “Where did you go Millie?” he asked, his golden eyes searching your face. You wanted so badly to scream that you lost four days and you had no idea. “I went back to Seattle for a while. I needed to think and I left my phone here. I’m sorry I worried you.” You lied as he sat back in his seat, his fingers running through his hair messily. The way his fingers moved, sent something within you on edge, a twinge lower down than you cared to admit.  

“You should’ve called.” He spoke as he gathered papers from all over his desk, tapping them against the desk to order them. “But we understand, this job is stressful and if you want to leave then you can. We can’t do anything to stop you. You’ll have to sign a non disclosure of course.” You cocked your head unsure of what he meant. “A what?” You asked, smiling as you unbuttoned your jacket. Stiles’ eyes followed your hands as he cleared his throat. “Basically it’s a non disclosure agreement between two parties who have mutually come to the conclusion that you can’t pursue any case owned by Emissary Investigations. That means you can’t investigate any of it’s clients or the employees.” You nodded, thinking back to the file on your coffee table. “I understand.” You nodded as you bit your lip, thinking about a way around it. “Good, you also can’t discuss any of our practices with a third party, be it malicious or helpful.” You nodded as he leant forward. “That includes what happened between us.” His eyes were dark as he looked over you.  

You blushed, your body raging as your eyes trailed over his forearms, his hands linked together. His shirt was pale blue, rolled at the elbow and open at the neck. He looked undone and you wished you were in a different situation. You blinked slowly as you felt a haze lower over you, a heat spreading through your skin as you caught his eye. “It was fun though, why can’t I tell anyone?” You flirted with him, all your inhibitions fading away as you looked at him. “It was fun, it could continue being fun. You can still come back.” he licked over his lips as he looked away from you, the tension in the air palpable. “Sell me on it. If you want me back, show me how much you want me back.” His eyes shot up to where you sat, his fingers unlacing as he ran them through his hair. “I think we have a deal. If I can sell you on it, you’re back?” You nodded, your legs uncrossing as he smiled. “Well then, here’s hoping i’m a good salesman.” You smiled as he stood, walking around the desk to where you sat. “I think you’re good at whatever you set your mind to Stilinski.” You spoke quietly as he dropped down to his knees before you. You looked down as his hands stroked over your thighs. “Plus if you can’t sell me on it, at least it’s a good parting gift.” you licked over your lips as his fingers traced higher.  

He pressed on the inside of your thighs, prying your legs open as he placed hot kisses on your skin. You arched against his touch, your body screaming as he continued his trail towards your panties. His hands rested on your hips, his fingertips dipping beneath the band of your panties and tugging them gently down your thigh. You raised off the chair, helping him as he dropped them somewhere beside him. His mouth was hot on you again as you relaxed back in your chair, your eyes closing as your body raged. His hands anchored you to the seat as you wriggled, his breath fanning over you as his kisses grew closer to where you needed him most. “Stiles-” You were breathless already, the feeling of his lips and breath already making the knot within you tighten. “Yes?” He spoke, his words vibrating through you as his tongue swiped over your pussy, gathering the slickness that coated you. You moaned beneath him, every sense heightened as he kitten licked again.

Your breathing spiked as his tongue flattened against you. You gripped the sides of the chair, the metal warping as you writhed. Stiles gripped you, his hands pressing on your skin as his tongue drew figure eights over your clit. Your head dropped back as you arched against his touch, desperate for more. His tongue moved lazily over you, infuriatingly slowly as you pulsed, the knot within you almost inexplicably tightening. Waves of pleasure rolled over you, every nerve in your body on edge as his pace quickened. His name fell from your mouth almost like a prayer as your legs shuddered, the muscles contracting and releasing as you neared your peak. He pulled away, leaving your body aching and needing more. “Stiles-” you started again as his hand pulled from you, trailing over your hip as he stroked over your clit. You surged forward, the rough pads of his fingertips sending a new sensation rocketing through your body. You wanted to cry out but you bit your lip, gripping the sides of the chair harder than before.  

He stroked over you again, his other hand rubbing circles into your hip. “St-” you barely even said his name as his fingers dipped inside you, a new wave roaring through your body. Your eyes rolled back as his mouth came closer, his tongue moving over your clit. His fingers rolled against your walls, pistoning within you as his mouth drew circles over you, the tip of his tongue quickly becoming your downfall. You arched against him as your body spasmed, your orgasm crashing over you. Your breathing stopped as your heart hammered and pleasure over took your senses. You cried out, your moans drowning out his breathing as you slammed back into the chair. Stiles’ mouth left you, his fingers still languidly pushed inside as your breathing returned. You looked down on him, his hair disheveled and his eyes dark.  

He pulled from you completely, his hands reaching for your waist as he hoisted you up, his body now flush against yours. His cock twitched against your thigh, strained by his khakis. “What now?” He whispered, his nose coasting the outline of your ear. You shuddered as his breath fanned down your neck, jolts of electricity running wild through your veins. “Still need more.” you whispered back, your body humming against his. “Well okay then.” His lips pressed against you as his hips thrust against you, as he spun. You landed on the desk, his hands long moved from your waist as he clutched the material of your dress, his fingers making quick work of undoing the buttons. His breathing hitched as he undid the last button, his eyes feasting on the sight before him. You saw a hunger in his eyes as he lunged for you, his teeth clashing with your skin as he sucked on the skin, purple welts springing to the surface almost instantly. You surged towards him as his fingers pulled the cups of your bra down, his tongue rolling over your nipple as you ground against him, your need rising as he moved. You raked over his back, your nails snagging the material as his mouth latched.  

Moans fell from your lips as he moved, his tongue never leaving your skin as he caught your other nipple between his teeth. You let your arms fall, stroking over his clothed cock, wanton need rolling over you. You heard him moan, a guttural instinctual sound that rumbled deep within you. He reached between you two, undoing his khakis and letting them pool around his ankles. His mouth left yours as you dropped your feet to the floor, turning around and pressing yourself flat against the desk. “Either fuck me right, or i’m gone.” You ordered, a new found confidence washing over you. “As you wish.” He stuttered, his cock pressing hard against your ass. He pumped himself in his hand aligning himself with your entrance. You pushed yourself back on him as he buried himself within you, his cock stretching you out as you sighed. He paused for a moment, his breathing calming before he slammed against you, his hips clashing against your ass. You bit your lip, refusing a moan to escape.  

“Stiles-” His hand clamped over your mouth as his pace quickened. You struggled against him, your nerves alight as his cock hit that sweet spot within you. Your eyes shut as you moaned, his moans chorusing with yours as muffled cries escaped through his fingers. “I always fuck you right. You know I do.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his other hand gripping your hip. You nodded, your body overcome as you approached another orgasm. He began to stutter, his breaths short and quick. “Fuck baby, make that shit real tight for me” He demanded as you clenched around him, your high hitting you as his cock slammed deep within you. You cried out, the corners of your vision blurring as you came, your body shaking against the desk. Stiles stuttered, his pace slowing as his breathing evened. He fell against you, his fingers loosening from their grip. “Fuck.” He sighed. “If you go, I'm going to miss you like this. Bent over my desk, writhing in pleasure. Nothing fucking beats it.” He slapped your ass as he pulled from you, your body too spent to respond to him.  

You waited till he was nearly dressed to begin dressing yourself, taking your time to put yourself back together. You looked over the state of his office, papers strewn over the floor from where you pushed them, the sides of your chair warped and bent beyond repair. The scratches in the material of his shirt. You finished buttoning your dress as you turned to him, his feet on the desk as he relaxed in his chair. “Who said anything about leaving?” You smiled as his face reflected your own. “I was dealing with some stuff, but maybe coming back isn’t a bad idea. But don’t lie to me. No more secrets! I kind of need a steady paycheck.” He smiled wider. “So you’re staying? And yeah, no more secrets. I got it.” You nodded, gathering your bag. “So I’ll see you on Monday then yeah? Gives me the rest of the week to sort some things out?” He nodded. “I’ll see you on Monday.” You waved as you went to leave the door clicking closed behind you. You went to smile to Malia, a cutting remark  but she was away from her desk. She stood down the hallway, her phone pressed to her ear whispering intently.  

“Peter, I know you’re back in town and I know you're here with Theo. Dad, whatever you did to Millie you need to fix it. She doesn’t know about all this. She doesn’t know what she is now and she’s going to hurt someone.” You gulped, as you listened. The next words from her mouth resounding in your head as you walked down the stairs as it echoed through the building.