Damaged - Stiles Stilinski - 18+ Mpreg

13. Hit List

"Shit..." Allison palmed her forehead, "Scott, you are so useless. Just think of your mom or a dead puppy," Allison said miserably. Scott was disgusted at her for suggesting that, but it was working.

"What? Why did he say Checkmate?" Scott asked. He wasn't paying attention as he climaxed when Allison said it to Stiles. Allison could smell Chris' emotions and didn't want to be around for what would happen next.

"Tell me what a Luna is?" Stiles asked, stepping closer to the hunter, running a hand over the man's stubbly beard. Stiles had always thought that Chris was hot, but his trying to kill his best friend overshadowed it. Scott looks out for Allison, so he needs to look out for himself.

"They are more Wolves in their Spirit, and they are tricksters... their power is surviving by being alluring. Not every Werewolf mate turns into a Luna, but I assume you are judging by how bright pink your eyes are... It was probably a result of the lustful thoughts of the Kanima Master as he tried to force you to be his mate."

"How would you know? You haven't looked in my eyes since you got here."

"I caught a glimpse...." Chris said and then looked at the syringes; the blood was boiling. If there were any venom in Stiles' blood, it would have turned yellow. "Your blood is clean... get back to Scott before the Kanimas catch your scent and realize you are alone," he turned and walked in the direction of his car.

"Wait," Stiles said, and Chris stopped trying not to breathe through his nose. "You're forgetting your bullets again," He reminded Chris. He watched the man advert his eyes as he walked to his workstation. Chris turned around and shut his eyes when Stiles was blocking his path, "I want you to teach me some self-defense tricks before you leave,"

"I will try when we get back in a week...." Chris said, conveniently, Stiles Heat would be done by then. "Maybe you shouldn't leave Scott's side until then,"

"I am pretty slippery," Stiles said, touching his chest to Argent's side. He was naked again. Stiles thought he was taller than Argent. He didn't know he was shrinking to Scott's ideal size for a partner. In a week, he would have B-Cup breasts, a fatter ass, and be 5 ft 4.

"I see that...."

"Open your eyes," Stiles said, looking up at the older man and seeing how weak he was.

"Stiles, I have a wife... you're a friend of my daughter," Chris told him.

"Your wife hasn't satisfied you in a while. I can smell your lust... I can see it too," Stiles said, smiling as he caressed Chris's jeans, "First time in a while, you have gotten hard, huh?" Stiles asked.

"Victoria... she is wonderful, but she is sometimes emasculating...." Chris said, falling under Stiles' seduction, "I-I love my wife... and-" he was speechless as he pulled his head back and let Stiles run his hands under his waistband

Allison was taking matters into her own hands now, literally. She reached down, fitting a finger inside of herself, she crushed Scott's knot, and he held his scream as she disconnected them. "Allison, what are you doing? You can't go down there," Scott scolded as she put her clothes on.

"Well, I am not sticking around here to listen to Stiles destroy my parent's marriage," She said, opening the window and jumping down. Scott balled his hands into a fist as he heard the moans of Argent as Stiles unzipped his pants.

"Stiles... you stop this right now. I command you," Scott told him. His commands weren't so effective for Stiles, with Scott being on the second floor and him being in the garage. Scott growled and forced himself to follow Allison; if he stayed any longer, he would probably kill Chris.

Stiles knew that they couldn't do anal. He couldn't even finger himself after Scott would knot him. His anus was clamped shut and wouldn't open for anyone but Scott for 6 hours, so he got on his knees and pulled out Argent's cock. Argent knit his eyebrows together and thrust his cock down Stiles' throat, moaning as he fucked his length down Stiles' mouth. He hadn't come in years; he was embarrassed by how fast he was going to nut. Chris shoved Stiles' nose into his pubic hair as he whimpered, hunching over as his cream filled up the 18-Year-Old Boy's throat. Chris panted as Stiles stood up on their toes and kissed him. Chris opened his eyes and fell into a trance as he stared into Stiles' eyes.

"When you are in Mexico... you will make sure Gerard doesn't make it back to Beacon Hills or anywhere ever again. Make it where no one can question it's anything but an accident... Understand," Stiles asked, and Chris nodded. He had to make a big move. Even though he was pissed at Scott, he still had to protect him. "You are going to remember what just happened, but you are going to forget this conversation," Stiles felt like he had the force. "Do you understand?" he asked, stopping himself from adding Victoria to the hitlist... he hated the woman but didn't want to take a mother's life.

"I understand..." Chris said, kissing Stiles back like the conversation didn't happen.

"Get on the road, be safe," Stiles told him, and he nodded, leaving without a word.

Stiles walked out to his Jeep after Chris drove off, "Stiles... don't you dare," Scott growled. He was fully wolfed out and hiding in the woods. Stiles ignored him and drove home. Scott roared in anger and took off toward Stiles House.

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