Capture & Release

Chapter 8

Derek had been awake for the last half hour pleasantly taking in the perfect morning as he listens to Isaac playing quietly in his room with his toys.  

He gazes down at the Omega wrapped cosily within his arms and smiles fondly. Stiles has yet to wake, they had woken in the middle of the night and had a more leisurely round of sex before cleaning themselves up and donning their boxers, re-opening the bedroom door so that it was ajar enabling Isaac to come into his daddy’s room in the morning like he would routinely do after having played quietly for a little while.

It’s 7am and Derek is blissfully enjoying this tiny bit of domestic bliss when a loud snore suddenly erupts from Stiles, causing the Omega to jump, jerking himself awake at the nose.  

Derek can’t help himself, his body shakes with laughter which he tries to muffle out of politeness, but Stiles can obviously feel the rumbling movement. Stiles jerks his head upwards at Derek and scowls, before playfully punching him on his pec. “Jerk” he grumbles, earning a more vocal laugh from the Alpha, who proceeds to lean down and press a soft kiss to Stiles’ nose.  

“Morning to you too sleeping beauty” he teases, earning a poked out tongue in response, quickly followed up by Stiles pushing himself up so that he can press his lips against Derek’s own. “Morning Alpha” Stiles whispers against his lips, his body pressed flush against his, morning wood rutting against Derek’s thigh. 

Derek can’t contain the growl that rumbles through him at the greeting and the feel of this Omega, his Omega he secretly thinks, pressed so closely to him, scent so strong and addictive.  

Stiles chuckles clearly having gained the response he wanted, earning a scowl in return from the Alpha who realises he is being purposefully tormented. “Brat” he sasses, before reaching down to tweak Stiles’ nipple, causing the Omega to gasp and thrust more desperately against his thigh. 

Derek pulls his hand away quickly and Stiles whines, “Derrrr no fair” he mumbles, earning a soft chuckle from the Alpha. “Later” Derek promises with a tender kiss to his forehead, “Isaac’s awake and he will no doubt be bombarding us soon, in fact I am amazed he hasn’t come in just yet” Derek says contemplatively.  

Stiles grumbles at the lack of further contact but it’s only half hearted, he too does not want to risk getting caught in any compromising position by the pup.  

“Maybe he’s waiting for me to go get him” Stiles wonders, “I did say I would make him pancakes for breakfast so perhaps he’s been waiting for me to get up?”

Derek considers that but is surprised if that’s the case that his pup hasn’t already gone and woken Stiles up in his eagerness for the pancake promise to be fulfilled. Saying that Isaac knows that he has to wait until the clock on his wall has hands at a specific time before he can wake up his daddy in the mornings, that is unless he is frightened or unwell of course, so he is probably affording the same courtesy to Stiles.   

Sure enough when the clock hit’s 7:15 Derek hears his pups bedroom door open and the scamper of little feet in the hallway. Stiles and Derek smirk at each other in anticipation and push themselves up so that they are sat with their backs against the headboard waiting on his arrival. 

Surprisingly however the pup scampers past Derek’s room and carries on down the landing. They look at each other in surprise but cock their heads to listen to see what he is up to. They hear him head down the stairs and the kitchen door open and close and wonder if maybe Isaac has gone to see if Stiles is in the kitchen preparing the breakfast already. However as they go to rise to go greet him they hear his scampering feet running back up the stairs. The guest room door in the hallway opens, quickly followed by the other, only to be followed by a little whimper and then a shouted “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” as Isaac runs down the hall barging into Derek’s room, the door bouncing off the wall as Derek rushes to catch hold of his little boy in his arms. “Baby what’s the matter, what’s wrong?” Derek asks, chest rumbling as he tries to automatically soothe his son, one hand cradling him against him and the other stroking his hair.