Chapter 1

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I bite my bottom lip stifling my moan as I finally hit my orgasm. The girl in the porno is doing the exact opposite, her pleasurable screams fill my room and I suddenly realise that dad could’ve finished his shift by now. Sighing, I give my softening cock one last tug before using my cum free hand to x off the video, and the multiple pop-up ads that had opened.

“Stiles I’m home!”

Yep. Dad’s back. I close my laptop and begin to clean my hand and cock, wiping the evidence away with a wet towel. I throw the towel into my laundry basket and yank up my jeans and tuck myself in carefully. A knock sounds and my door slowly opens, I hastily step in front of my desk and conceal the still open bottle of lube.

“Hey dad” I say innocently, smiling at the middle aged man still in police uniform. He looks at  me suspiciously but decides not to investigate further.

“Were having pizza for tea” he informs and I get a nod in before he closes the door silently.

Damn… I forgot to argue with him about his cholesterol. Shrugging, I’ll give him this one.

Placing my lube back into my desk draw, I quickly spray myself with Lynx before hurrying down stairs for pizza.

I stuff yet another piece of supreme pizza into my mouth and flip the channel as the news finishes and replace it with cartoons.

“Really?” dad gives me a raised eye brow and I smile childishly with my mouth full.

Ding.

The screen on dad’s phone lights up and he glances down at the message before sighing heavily.

“Looks like I’m needed down at the station, I’ll be back around noon tomorrow” he says plucking his coat from the back of the couch.

“Right-o” I say trying not to sound curious into why he is being called out late. After I had finished off the pizza I glanced at the time, 10:37pm.

One last jerk off before bed sounds good to me.

I turn off the lights as I go, before reaching my own room. I kick the door closed before I feel up the wall finding for my light switch. I yelp, a very manly yelp at that, when my hand found a chest. The lights suddenly turn on and one glowering sour wolf is standing in front of me. It takes me awhile to realise I still had my hand rested on his chest and I blush tomato red and let my hand drop to my side.

“What are you doing in my room?” I ask shaking off my embarrassment and heading over to my computer and turning it on.

“Where’s Scott?” Derek ignores my question and I narrow my eyes at him. 

“Why would I know? It’s not like I keep him on a leash” I smirk at my dog joke but unfortunately for me, Mr Sour wolf doesn’t share my unique sense of humour. In one swift movement Derek had me pressed up against my wall, his arm pinning me against my chest.

“I’m not going to ask twice” his face is dangerously close to mine and his hot breath sends shivers down my spine.

“I. don’t. know.” I spell out like he had misheard me the first time. He growls, his eyes flash red and I gulp humiliatingly loud.

“I will rip your throat out with my teeth” he threatens and I roll my eyes.

“Wow. That’s new, haven’t heard that one before” I say mockingly.

Bad move Stiles, really bad move. Derek literally picks me up and throws me across the room and I land face first onto the bed. I manage to push myself up onto my hands before I am getting dragged to the foot of the bed by my legs. I grip at the sheets in vain as I am flipped around onto my back to face my assailant. I was expecting Derek to look angry but he looked fucking smug! One side of his mouth was curved up right in a smirk and his muscular arms were crossed over his ripped chest.

What! No Stiles you didn’t just think that his body was ripped and, and.

“Fucking dog” I spat and Derek’s eyes grew darker at my insult and he took a step forward so that he was now leaning over the bed and down at me. “Don’t mind me, you know I can’t stop talking, which is like the exact opposite for you, cause you know you never talk” I babble.

“Did you just call me a dog?” Derek fisted my shirt so I was now sitting up on the bed, our faces five centimetres apart.

“No, well yeah but” I didn’t get to finish because Derek was up and out my open window before I could say sour wolf. I sat there with a stunned mullet look on my face for about three minutes before I could even look away from my window. I shook my head, realising me from my daze and I glance down.

Shit! No wonder Derek had left!

My growing erection was making a huge bulge in my tight jeans and I face palmed myself.

You did not just get aroused by the fact that Derek was going to murder you!

I desperately needed to jerk off but all I could think about what Derek with his body pressed up against mine so I went to sleep with a serious case of blue balls. 

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