"How does it feel, Stiles?" I whispered in his ear, gently nibbling on the lobe as I cage him in between the wall and I.
His breathing is erratic, heavy, and uneven. After a few minutes he answers with a breathy voice, stuttering, "W-wha-what d-do y-you m-mean?" His question makes a smirk appear on my face.
I bring my lips from his ear to his neck, sniffing what smells like honey and arousal, not letting my wolf control me just yet. "Having someone who has so many secrets," I whisper gently kissing the spot right under his ear, "loves you," I whispered running my hand through his disheveled hair, "forgives you," I whispered forcing his head to tilt back as I leave light, feathery kisses up and down his neck, "someone who you know is no good," I whispered nibbling on his Adam's apple earning a breathy moan from him, "the adrenaline of being with them?" I whispered, dragging my lips from his Adam's apple to his chin to his lips then passing his nose before going back to those sinful lips, "How does it feel, to be with a Gangster, Stiles?"