How to train your dog

Chapter 2

Ding.

I groan, who bloody texts someone on a Saturday Morning? I roll onto my side and reach for my vibrating phone on the bed stand.

From Scott: Had amazing time with Allison last night! ;)

Of course he was with Allison!

I quickly text back.

From Stiles: That’s great man! Btw big bad alpha was looking for you last night.

I pull back the covers and I notice a wet patch on my mattress.

I haven’t wet the bed since I was four! Well… eight.

Ding.

From Scott: Dammit! Having a day with Allison :D if he asks for me just say I’m out of town ok?

Yeah like Derek will ever be able to look me in the eye ever again.

From Stiles: Will do mate but you have to do something for me…

I lean down and smell the wet patch and to my disgust it wasn’t urine at all, it was cum, I had had a wet dream.

“Good move” I say down at my pants, directing the statement to my dick.

Ding.

From Scott: Ummm ok? What is it?

I smile as I type my response before throwing it onto my pillow.

From Stiles: Spare me the details at school.

I quickly undress and turn on the shower, letting the water warm up before entering, washing away the sticky feeling between my legs. Wrapping a towel around my waist I wonder back into my room leaving watery foot prints in my path. Entering my room I close the door after me and almost die when one Derek is standing right behind my door.

“Oh my god!” I shout and I jump back a little as he slowly takes a step forward. I grab the towel around my waist for security and I think I blush.

“Where’s Scott?” he asks once again.

“Really? Where’s Scott? Are you a broken record or something?” I say, taking yet another step back. Derek growls again and I can feel my dick spring to life and I curse my body and thank the towel. “He’s out of town” I say answering his question and search for some sweat pants.

“You’re lying” he catches my arm and pulls me towards him with one hard yank.

“No, no I’m not” I say defensively.

“Your heat beat tells a different story” he says monotone.

Dammit! I forgot about the supernatural wolfy-ness.

“Well, I don’t know where he is” I lie again trying to keep my heat beat steady. Derek growls and I know I’ve failed.

“Go sniff him out then” I huff and snatch my arm from his grip. His eyes turn red but my mouth keeps going against my will. “Try the pound or put up lost posters or better yet, howl at the moon and wait for a response you stupid dog”. I go completely still.

You did not just say that. You totally just said that… TO DEREK!

Derek doesn’t say a word but he walks past me and retrieves a back pack near my window that I hadn’t noticed. He unzipped the bag and seemed to look through the contents before raising his head and smiling?