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Chapter 2
In the morning Peter extricated himself from the warmth and went downstairs to make breakfast. The rest of the pack woke to the smell of bacon, eggs, and waffles. And Peter didn’t even mind the ‘pack-mom’ jokes Stiles and Jackson made.
Stiles reached over and punched Derek on the arm, which probably hurt Stiles more than it did the sourwolf. Derek made no noise but glared softly at the human.
“You know what that was for.” Stiles said.
Derek’s only movement was a small eyebrow twitch. Everyone around the table was silent except for slow chewing as they watched the events unfold like a soap opera.
Stiles rolled his eyes and stood from his chair, lifting his shirt up to reveal the bright blue and purple of the bite mark on his side.
Silverware clanked against plates and the girls gasped, but Peter and Derek shared mischievous smirks, looking down at their plates.
Stiles sighed and sat back down to eat his breakfast. They all fell silent and ate their food, then Jackson chimed in.
“Hey, Derek’s Bitch, pass the syrup.”
Everyone erupted into stifled laughter as Stiles dropped his fork on his plate and gave Jackson a look akin to *Are You Fucking Kidding me?*, but Jackson just smiled with cocky mirth. Derek hid his grin behind his cup of orange juice.
Stiles tried not to let Jackson’s comment get under his skin as he passed the syrup across the table. The pack finished breakfast and parted ways. Lydia took Allison shopping and Scott, Jackson and Stiles were going to practice lacrosse outside. The boys grabbed their lacrosse sticks and headed out. Before Stiles got out the door Derek pulled him into his arms.
“Woah! Oh, hey.” Stiles smiled and wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck.
Derek’s face was less stoney and his eyes were soft.
“You’re not my bitch.” Derek said.
Stiles giggled, “I know, Jackson is just an asshole.” He said with a shrug.
Derek gave a small smile, staring into Stiles’ eyes. They were never this intimate before, but the wolf liked the feeling of Stiles’ weight in his arms. He leaned his head down, stopping an inch from Stiles’ lips, waiting for the human’s reaction. Stiles smiled softly and tilted his head, moving his lips toward Derek’s. It was slow and soft, and the first kiss they shared.
“Hey, you girls wanna quit the make-out session and grow a pair? We’re trying to practice, remember?” Jackson interrupted from the open door.
Stiles broke the kiss and blushed. Derek growled, he pulled Stiles’ legs up so they were wrapped around his waist, grabbed Jackson’s face and pushed it out the door before he carried Stiles up the stairs. Jackson had stumbled and fell on his butt confused.
Derek brought them to his room, kicking the door open and closed behind them. Derek chuckled at the words he could make out of Stiles’ muttered rambling. Something about; ‘you’re tall, so high up here, you ever get dizzy?, what are we doing?, you’re room’s nice, smells like you, are you doing to put me down?, you’re really warm’.
He stopped when Derek dropped him on the bed.
“Just a little claiming, Stiles. No need to worry.” Derek soothed as he pulled the human’s shirt up and off. His words might have had a calming effect if it wasn’t for the mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Not worried. Curious. Inquisitive.” Stiles’ breath was shaky.
“Your heart is beating like a rabbit’s.” Derek said with a smirk.
Stiles blushed and laid back against the bed when Derek’s hand pressed on his chest.
“S-so, what claiming? I already have your teeth imprint.” Stiles tried for nonchalant but couldn’t help squirming under Derek’s gaze.
Derek’s eyes lit up with satisfaction as he looked at the bright ring of bruising shaped by sharp fangs at the Stiles’ side.
“That was a courtship mark. This next one is going to say ‘If anyone touches you, I’m going to kill them’.” Derek said as his eyes flashed a soft red.
Stiles gulped and tilted his head back. He knew it was a sign of submission, but he trusted Derek. The werewolf grinned and leaned his head down to lick a long wet path from Stiles’ collarbone to his ear. The human shuddered and twitched.
Derek nuzzled his face in the soft flesh at Stiles’ pulse point.
“Is... is it going to hurt?” Stiles asked.
“Not much, I’ll even kiss it better.” Stiles blushed and nodded his head.
Derek laid down on top of Stiles, effectively pinning the human to the bed.
Derek paused, “You do understand mates, don’t you?”
Stiles stared, “Uh, yeah. I do all the research for this pack. There isn’t much about werewolves I don’t know at this point. I read everything I could, everything that was available. So, yeah, I think I get it.” He chuckled nervously.
Derek wanted to make sure Stiles understood, “Not everything on the internet is true. This is forever Stiles. You may one day decide you don’t like me anymore, but I can’t. My wolf would rather rip you limb from limb than see you with anyone else. And I don’t want to be with anybody else either.”
“Aw, that’s sweet. Creepy, but sweet.” Stiles smiled.
Derek rolled his eyes, “Are you sure about this?”
Stiles blushed at Derek’s intensity. He was right, though. This was a big decision. It’s so much more than just marriage with humans. Oh, god. Marriage? Why did he have to think of that now?! He’s only 18! He can’t be thinking about marriage let alone being a werewolf’s mate! What would he tell his dad?! ‘Hey, dad. Remember when I was little and got married under the jungle gym in first grade? You laughed that it was over by snack time because she wouldn’t share her cookies. Well, now I have a werewolf boyfriend as a lifetime mate, which half the time he wants to rip my throat out with his teeth. But don’t worry, if I even think about leaving him he’ll dismember me.’ Oh yeah, that’ll go over great.
Derek’s face fell, he could tell Stiles was having second thoughts. He sat up and pulled Stiles into his lap, not letting more than an inch separate them. He took a deep breath and buried his face in Stiles’ shoulder.
“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done this. I shouldn’t have done this.” Derek squeezed him tight.
“No. You don’t have to be sorry.” Stiles said, pulling Derek’s face up to his. “I do want to be with you, forever. And I so want you to claim me right now. But my dad would kill me if he knew that I mate bonded with a werewolf, I'll have to ease him into it. I’m still only 18 and I don’t even know what I want to do with my life. I’ll figure it out, but I want to stay by your side. Is that okay?”
Derek’s face relaxed from his pulled tight scowl and pressed their foreheads together. “Do you love me?”
Stiles’ heart jumped into his throat, but only one answer crossed him mind.
“Yes. I love you.”
Derek listened to Stiles’ heart flutter around in his chest, but he wasn’t lying. He was nervous and excited, waiting for Derek to reply.
“I love you, too. So very much.”
Stiles felt like he could jump for joy, but he never wanted to leave the arms that enveloped him. Winding up his back and across his ribs, so warm and rough. Derek pressed their lips together softly, laying them back down on the bed. Stiles pushed into the kiss, trying to make it deeper. Derek complied but quickly took over control, shifting their bodies perfectly together. Stiles clutched tightly to Derek’s shoulders as the werewolf moved his hands down his chest to rest on Stiles’ lower back and hip. When Derek pushed his tongue into Stiles’ mouth the teen moaned and moved his hands to the front of Derek’s pants.
Derek grabbed Stiles’ wrists, “Maybe we shouldn’t. It’s the middle of the day, and everyone is going to be able to hear and smell us.”
“Why? Are you a screamer, Derek?” Stiles chuckled.
Derek couldn’t help his grin, “No, but you will be.”
Stiles shivered, “Is that a promise?”
“Absolutely.”
Before they could continue Stiles’ phone went off with three new text messages.
From Scott:
bro im really happy for u
but please dont make me listen to u 2
From Jackson:
gross
From Peter:
Say the word and I’ll take the two pups out for ice cream
while you get busy
Stiles closed his phone and turned to Derek, “Yeah, some other time sounds good.”