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Derek killed the Kanima part of Jackson and the werewolf part took over that part of him. He now has glowing blue eyes, fangs and, claws.
He and Lydia leave in each other's arms.
Scott never even noticed I was taken from the lacrosse field or beaten up. He and Allison reconcile, and they leave together.
Derek runs off with Isaac.
Chris drives away.
I can't go home yet. How much can I tell dad about being abducted by Gerard and beaten up? My bruised ribs, busted lip, and scraped cheek is a dead giveaway I got attacked.
I'm the only one still here. I feel someone watching me. I sense their curiosity and need or want. Why me?
I look around. "I know you're here, watching me. What do you want? Show yourself."
I feel movement behind me. I turn around and am face to face with Peter.
My jaw drops in shock.
"You're dead. How can you be here? What do you want?"
"Stiles, I want the same thing I always wanted. You, and a pack." He pins me between my jeep and himself. He puts his very warm hand on the side of my neck and gently rubs his thumb over my pulse point as I brace my hand on his very muscular chest. That V-neck doesn't show it off at all, nope, not at all.
He smells my neck and licks it, evoking a shudder from me. "Tell me little one, does your dad or Scott know you're an empath?"
I try to act dumb or deny it in someway. How could he know? "I don't ..."
Peter sternly reminds me. "Remember, I can hear lies."
I sigh. I've been caught at last. "No, they don't. How did you find out?"
He matter of factly states. "That night at the school. You were running from me, and I almost had you, but you turned as I pounced. Like you knew my actions before I made them. When you trapped me, momentarily, in the boiler room, you moved away as I forced my way through the wall, like you sensed my moves."
I shrug. "Maybe I got lucky. That doesn't mean anything."
He shakes his head and smiles. "What both things had in common is before I moved I felt victorious because I thought my actions would give me the win. You felt those emotions of elation."
I shake my head. "That still doesn't prove anything."
Peter purrs in my ear. "No, but I've been watching. You feel me near you. As I said, I want you, as my mate. You're not resisting, fighting me, trying to escape or run. You're not saying no. I smell your desire for me just as you feel my desire for you."
He kisses me hard and deepens it. It's like he's trying to devour me with his kiss. He moves even closer, if that's possible.
My hands move from his chest to around his neck.
He rolls his hips against mine, and I feel how hard he is.
I can't help but moan into his kiss.
He takes advantage and dips his tongue in my mouth, and virtually maps out my mouth with his tongue.
I've never been kissed before and never dreamed of kisses like this.
When Peter releases my mouth, I'm panting against his chest.
He moves my shirt back with the hand holding my neck and kisses my throat.
I arch into it.
I hear Peter possessively purr "mine." He bites the junction between neck and shoulder with his fangs.
It should hurt, but it doesn't.
It makes me weak, and I feel the bite binding me to him somehow. "Why did you bite me? You're not an Alpha. It won't turn me."
Peter licks the bite. "A bite there is a mating bite. I'm claiming my mate. To finish the bond I need to mate you. I'll always pay attention to you. I won't let anyone hurt you again as Gerard did. I'll hunt him down and finish him for doing this to you. Give me your keys."
I nervously fish them out of my pocket. "Don't destroy my keys again."
Peter scoffs. "I'm bringing you to my apartment, so I can finish our mating on a bed, unless you want me to take your virginity in the back seat. I could, but I think your first time should be a better experience than that."
I hand him the keys, and he drives us to his apartment. It's very upscale.
We get inside, and he pins me to the door, kissing me again. I can't think straight when he's kissing me like this.
He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us towards the bedroom.
He drops me on the bed and removes my clothes. He slowly strips off his shirt.
Then Peter crawls between my legs and drapes himself over me. He kisses me as he squeezes my nipple and rubs it to a raised nub.
I moan and arch my back. I'm so close, just from Peter's warm touches and kisses.
He nips at my nipple as he pinches the other.
I'm moaning as he leaves a trail of nips and bites down my stomach and thighs. His mouth is everywhere except my member which is harder than its ever been and needs his touch.
Just as I moan his name, he finally licks the head and runs a stripe down the underside and slowly back up the side and then he goes all the way down on me.
I'm moaning and arching my back and trying not to cum embarrassingly fast from how good it feels.
He pushes at my entrance with a lubed finger.
I never even saw him get the lube. I come in his mouth moaning his name.
He crawls up to me and kisses me deeply. "How are you going to fuck me if you still have your pants on."
He laughs and takes the rest of his clothes off. He's very well endowed. He kisses me as he works me open.
I try to touch him, but he takes my hands and pins them down over my head.
As he kisses me, he sternly says, "not this time love. I need to stay in control for our first time."
He kisses me and works a third finger in me.
I'm getting hard again.
His rock hard cock's pushing against my thigh, and I can't wait for him to be inside me.
He works the fourth finger in and stretches me as I moan that I need more than fingers.
He chuckles. "Patience, I'll fill you very soon.
He hits my prostate, and I moan "oh my god!"
He hits it repeatedly till I'm arching my back and moaning. "Peter, please. I need you."
He breathily says, "I know love, I'll give you what you need, but I need to prep you."
He grabs my dick, jacks me slowly for a few minutes, and puts a condom on me. "I can't have you messing up the bed."
He raises my right knee and pushes inside my opening. He thrusts slow and shallow till he's fully seated in me. He waits a minute for me to adjust.
When I'm ready, I push down on him, and he starts to thrust into me, dragging against my prostate with every stroke.
I'm about to cum when he stops to kiss me deeply and passionately. "Don't cum yet. Not till I tell you."
I growl in irritation. "I'll try, you feel fantastic. I can't guarantee anything."
He goes back to thrusting and hitting my prostate. He raises my leg over his back, and pounds deeper and harder. I feel my orgasm coiling up and getting closer, but I hold onto it. I try to touch him again, and he pins my hands down above my head. "I can handcuff you if I need to. I have to keep absolute control this time. I'm the dominant."
As he pounds me, he kisses my neck, and I can't help but arch into it.
I moan, "Peter, please, let me cum. I'm close."
He shakes his head. "Not yet, baby. We'll cum together, and I'll bite your neck again. Soon."
He pounds deeper and harder. Every stroke in and out is hitting my prostate. I feel my whole body is tingling. "Okay, cum for me now."
I cum harder than I ever have before.
I feel him cum inside me at the same time and his fangs sink into my neck again, making me orgasm harder yet.
It takes me a few minutes to become aware again.
Peter's fangs are still buried deep in my throat, and his cock's still buried deep inside me.
I feel his fangs recede, and he licks at the wound and the blood. "I take it you like full control during sex."
Peter smiles evilly. "I am always in control. Is that a complaint or do you like being dominated?"
I sigh in contentment. "No complaints. Where do we go from here? Relationship wise?"
He chuckles. "We sleep. Tomorrow we have a sit down with your dad. We are going to explain werewolves, kanimas, and you're mine now. No one's to touch you like this but me. I want you near me. It's going to be interesting when we explain this to my nephew."
I nod. "Sour wolf's not going to like me around his pack. Wait, his pack. We need to find Erica and Boyd. Chris let them go, but they didn't make it to the warehouse. Wait! How are you going to keep dad from shooting you for having sex with his underage son?"
He smiles arrogantly. "I'll let him know the mating bond means if anything happens to either of us the other feels it. I'm sure he doesn't want to cause you any pain."
I look at him in shock. "Seriously? I could feel the bond starting when you bit me in the warehouse, but we can feel what happens to the other?"
"To an extent, yes. We can use it to find the other. Here's an engagement ring, when you're legal I'm marrying you. Wear it."
I scoff at his arrogance. "You already have an engagement ring? Rather dominant and arrogant aren't you."
He shrugs because he's narcissistic enough to know how he is. "I like to plan ahead. I'm your dominant."
I nod. "I see that."
He pumps his cock into me again, hard, making me moan before he pulls out and takes the condom off of me, ties it off, and throws it in the trash. "We need a shower before we sleep. Come on."
He pulls me up and leads me to the bathroom where taking a shower turns into another round of sex.
Then we climb back into bed. "Can I borrow sleep pants?"
He frowns. "No. I'll keep you warm, and modesty has no place among us. I like your body and will feel your naked body next to me in our bed. You'll always be naked in our bed."
I scoff. "Very domineering, aren't you?"
He smiles evilly. "You have no idea, love."
He kisses me and positions me into spooning me and pulls me tight against him. "Now sleep. We need to see your dad when we get up."
I'm tired, from our recent activities, and he's so warm and comfortable that I quickly fall asleep.