Changing Patterns

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    "Then go, you've got 19 more things to learn about me." I mocked the man in a playful tack and then leaned my head back to think.

    "When you first met us, did you help because it benefited you, or because we were kids being through into a world that wasn't ours?"

    Derek smiled lightly again. "I tried getting you out of if you know. Tried to keep you away from the supernatural."

    My own small grin faded to open eyes and parted lips as I looked between Derek hazel green eyes that offered only sincerity. "That's not the question..."

    "Both." Derek stated. "Without another wolf around Scott probably would've killed someone, or have been killed, probably you. But he was also my connection to the Alpha- Peter. A win win to me." Derek broke his speech for a quick moment for me to take in his answer. "My turn?"

   I nodded thinking. So he wanted me away from the supernatural, and wanted to help Scott, and take out the alpha that killed his sister. He wanted to keep everything in place and right, in balance. Deaton said that's what werewolf packs do, that's why we do what we do about other monsters in the town.

    "Why did you chose me?" He asked shaking me from my thoughts.

    I blinked. "Oh, do you mean the whole-" Derek nods cutting me off. "Kissing Scott would be weird." I managed a chuckled from the stone wolf making myself feel deeply accomplished.

    "Real. Answer stiles." Derek said as he slowed his laugher into words.

    "You were... I just... I feel like... shit." I pause and stared. "I'm... not totally sure. I guess I heard you slam your door so I knew you were angry. And I needed a distraction from what was going on and you were the first thing to come to mind. I just felt like- I don't know." I sighed desperately looking for words as I looked about the room.

    "Let me know when you do." Derek whispered drawing my eyes back to his know close face. My breath hitched lightly as he inches forward and brought his nose to the side of my own. The werewolf's lips tickled my own.

    "Yeah..." I breathed out. "Why do you let me?" I ask through terrorized breaths and jumping eyes, this moment bringing me so desperately back to the day against my door. Back in sophomore year when Derek was a criminal.

    Derek's lips quirked for a second. "I'll let you know when you can tell me." He stated before his lips pressed to my own and I leaned into him.

    Derek pushed over my chest and pressed my back to the soft cushion of the bed. I would gasp if I could, if Derek's tongue wasn't barreling into my mouth and fighting with my own. If my train of thought wasn't lost to the werewolf's almost intoxicating touch. Then there was his teeth biting down on my bottom lip, I gasped desperately gripping my once pressed hand to the man's chest, into a fist. Derek pulled his head to the side and dropped his slow, gentle lips to my neck, right in the right spot, my other hand trembled to the back of Derek's head.

    If anything this man made me feel like a whore, spreading my legs open and allowing him to move comfortably between them. Barely catching a moan between my tongue and teeth, sounding an N like noise. Driving Derek to nibble at the skin of my sensitive neck. The werewolf kissed lightly after I let a gasping moan catch his ear. Derek's hands had found my waist, they'd been there for a while in fact, I just can't pin point when he caught me. I lolled my head away to give Derek space, he bit into my shoulder and kissed to my collar bone. Then nuzzling his nose up to my neck and pressing himself successfully against me.

    With Derek's leg pressed between my thighs, up into my crotch he could no doubt feel me and my growing hardness. He definitely knew about my knowledge of his dick pressed to my leg. Derek hummed in his position, kneeding up against me with a soft motion. I nodded at his silent question, wrapping an arm to the back of his neck and gripping a gently hand to his hip. Derek slowly rolled his hips up against my leg again, a sensation flying up through me at the feeling of friction. Though ignoring the cloth barrier that made me want to strip. That. Would be too much.

    Derek sighed into my ear as he repositioned his hands from my waist to the bed besides it. His arms still touching me as he used his strength to hold himself up over my chest. My hands kept hold as he didn't go far, the lower of the two sliding to Derek's waist and clawing crescents into his skin. The wolf made no move to stop, not to say anything about the stinging nails as he rolled his hips against my own in a satisfactory manner. Our pants fought against our goal as Derek's hips rutted against my own.

    Dragging him along and edging me forward. Derek pressed harder as he ground his hips and sped up his pace. Quickly making sure to release himself and sit up, pulling me a top his thigh in one supernaturally strengthened motion. Derek gripped my hips and ignored his messy pants to quickly roll me forward on his muscly thigh in demonstration. I moaned and caught my lip between teeth in order to stop it. Derek only grinned and rolled my hips a second time, to which I gripped the older man's shoulder and continued on my own with closed eyes and a chewed lip. The werewolf didn't agree.

    Derek's thumb pressed to my teeth and bottom lip, light, and then harder. Eventually the wolf succeeded and my mouth opened for his thumb to fall past and grip my chin. Derek used his handle on my chin to tug my face forward a bit, another moan I quickly cut off by closing my lips.

   "Stop." Derek grunted angrily, my eyes fluttered open, lust falling from them and worry jumping in its once dominant place as I slow to a stop.

    Derek didn't like that either, pulling on my hip to dig my dick down and against his thigh. Very comfortably might I add.

    "The rooms soundproof." Derek stated, I only scoff and roll my eyes, the alpha pushes my hips forward again earning a thrown back head and fluttering closed eyes.

    "It's.. embarrassing." I answer rocking my body once again and lowering my head down toward Derek's face again. The werewolf shakes his head no.

   "It's hot." He whispers bowing his head into my neck, which I expose to the dangerous being. I take the mixed sensation of his lips on my neck, thigh to my length, and hands roaming my chest to moan. This time letting it happen and taking another minutes to finish. Well if fuck me weren't the right words, then rail me are.

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