Teen Wolf One-Shot Collection: Volume One

II. Keep an Omega at a nice 98.5 Degrees Fahrenheit - Orgy

3:39 AM
10 Hours Later
   Theo was sleeping like a baby in his new bed. Josh tried to get in next to him, but he kept pushing him down to the floor. Liam didn't think it was as bad as he thought. The cold air felt nice on his body. He always felt hot. With all the werewolf heat in the freezer, the temperature dropped even more to keep all the food cold.

    It was a function installed for summers since the School would still cook for some of the homeless in the summers. The Wolves' bodies only matched the temperature, so they all went from 105 degrees to 129. Stiles, however, was cold. His body temperature was 93 degrees. The wolves had fallen asleep, but Liam thought it was safe for Stiles to huddle up close to him to keep him warm. When He woke up and felt Stiles' skin, he sat up quickly, shaking Stiles awake.

   "Stop it. I just got to sleep," Stiles groaned, rubbing his eyes. Liam saw that the tips of his fingers were slightly red. Stiles saw it, "Shit... It's Hypothermia. It will worsen to frostbite if I don't get warmer." Stiles told him

   "Okay, um," Liam said, thinking quickly, "Here," he pulled Stiles onto his lap. He balled Stiles' hands into a fist and placed them at their groins. "They will warm up quicker with you being closer to me."

   "He will get warmer with skin-on-skin contact," Theo chimed in

   "Shut up, Theo," Liam muttered.

   "He's right...." Stiles' teeth started chattering again

   "Okay, what do you want me to do?" Liam asked. Stiles tugged off Liam's shirt, then started tugging off his own. "Leave it on. You will need extra layers,"

   "Both of our shirts are damp. It will only worsen it," he said, and Liam listened. He tried not to ogle when his shirt was off. His body was so slender and pale... and he wasn't expecting to see B-cup breasts on him. He didn't think Marking would change the body this much.

   "One of us is going to have to get his backside," Josh chuckled.

   "I hate it... and the way he phrased it, but he is right, you're freezing," Liam told him as he pulled down his jeans, "Who do you want?" Liam said he helped Stiles with his pants through gritted teeth since his hands weren't functioning well.

   "Theo... don't try anything," Stiles muttered, turning around on Liam's lap, "I trust you more not to do anything... down there," Stiles bit his lip. Liam gulped, not expecting that this was what skin-on-skin meant. Stiles' scent was more intense than ever after being in a closed-in area with three wolves in the room.

   "I-I don't know if I trust myself," Liam blinked his eyes. They were starting to glow yellow from his increased heartbeat. Liam tried respectfully, putting his arms around Stiles, but chills ran up his hands. Even just touching Stiles' skin was extremely erotic to him.

   "I trust you...." Stiles repeated, wrapping his hands in Liam's, bringing them up, and hooking them around his waist. "If you have to distract yourself from hating Theo so much... then I give you permission," Stiles told him.