Capture & Release

Chapter 3

Stiles is sat at his desk grinning at his phone when Cora returns from her recon mission.   He is so engrossed in his text exchange that he barely acknowledges her as she walks in and sits herself down in the chair opposite his desk and sticks her feet up on his desk rather obnoxiously to sprawl out.

"What's got you grinning like an idiot" Cora snarks after being ignored for a couple more minutes. Stiles, more than used to the youngest Hale by now, continues texting with one hand and raises his other hand in front of himself and with his middle finger stuck up at her. Cora snickers, "Rude much! Who is so important that you cannot even be bothered to say hello, let alone ask me how my first ever solo mission went?" Cora demands haughtily, "I thought we were friends Stiles, even Jackson has more manners than this, Jackson Stiles!" she says, declaring the last two words with a hint of emphasis and distaste.

Stiles scoffs and rolls his eyes at her, "aww are you feeling unloved Cor, maybe Jackson is still about, you wanna go give his office a try, I am sure Lydia would be more than willing to share him with you?" he teases, earning a scowl from the brunette.

"Fuck you Stilinski" she growls, before launching herself over the desk and snatching the phone from his hand, pulling back quickly and running into Derek's vacant office around the other side of his meeting table gleefully holding it out of reach as Stiles tries to grab it back.

"Cor give it back! Why don't you stop your habit of a lifetime and quit being a bitch for like ten seconds" Stiles whines, as he tries to out fox his supposed friend by doubling back around the other side of the table.

Cora despite her eyes being on the screen in front of her as she scrolls through his text thread manages out manouvre him each time.

Reading the latest messages she cackles with glee, "awww I should of known, there's only one person who makes you smile like you are floating on air" she says, once she sees that it's her dear older brother as the person Stiles had been texting.  She can't say she is surprised in the slightest, the pair of them have some serious UST that needs resolving like stat!

"I don't know what you mean" Stiles says, "I smile like that for most people, maybe try being less of a bitch and I will smile like that for you too" he declares, refusing to otherwise acknowledge Cora's statement.

Cora snorts a laugh, "yeah yeah you keep telling yourself that, with the way you pair make goo goo eyes at each other it's amazing either of you manage to get any work done at all, the scent of arousal in your offices would be overbearing if you didn't each wear your blockers most days" she announces with a wrinkle of her nose.

Stiles blushes, he knows that there have been more times than he can think of that he has felt himself slicking up at the sight of Derek Hale looking all commanding and authorative in his suit. Jesus just two days ago he had had to leave his office to go and whack one off in the bathrooms after seeing Derek bent over his meeting table, face filled with rage, as he reamed out a team of operatives who had put the lives of 10 Omega's at risk after they had failed to implement the appropriate security protocols. Stiles had never felt so aroused in his life, he hadn't know whether to be more shocked by his arousal or the fact that it was caused by an Alpha in a rage, was there something wrong with him that he found that seriously hot as hell. The fact it had been because of Derek's protective nature towards Omega's had only heightened his desire for the Alpha.  The result of which had led him to having one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. He hadn't been satisfied with just fisting his cock for a quick release, oh no, he had had to reach back and fill his achingly empty leaking hole with as many of his fingers as he could manage, wanting to feel as if he was being, not only ravaged, but knotted by the Alpha's cock. It had taken him a half hour after his orgasm to calm himself down and cool himself off, reapplying his scent blockers profusely after washing himself off, before returning to his desk.