Chapter 3
I stared out the windshield, my hands gripping the steering wheel. The jeep was parked against the curb, the sounds of children laughing and shrieking sounded muffled through the enclosed spaced. Derek wanted me to meet him in the park. I had a nagging suspicious this was more than a meeting.
I sighed and got out, no sense in delaying the inevitable. I walked through the park to the far side of the park, I was weaving through kids, dodging balls, stopping waist size kids from slamming into me, trust me it hurts when their head collides with you sensitive area. I scanned the benches and found Derek sitting in the shade so I approached him.
“You came,” Derek stated.
“Yeah, almost didn’t though,” I said stiffly.
“Why?”
“Derek, you are part of my past, I intended to ignore completely.”
“Ignore or are you running away?” Derek asked seriously.
I huffed but didn’t answer because he as well as I knows that I was running away.
I sat down next to him.
“So how is everything,” I said crossing my arms.
“Well, after you left, everyone went crazy looking for you, some say you killed yourself over your father’s death, Scott and the others knew you ran away. Howeve,r when days turn into weeks and you haven’t shown up Scott and Allison went looking for you. They asked me to help them, but I got my hands full of Jackson.”
“How is Jackson by the way?” I asked a slight jealous undertone.
“Dead.” Derek said simply.
“Dead?” I asked perplexed.
“He challenged my authority as alpha, it was a fight to the death, he lost,” Derek said emotionlessly.
“Good riddance,” I muttered.
I saw Derek let out a small smirk out of the corner of my eye.
“I’m leaving tonight, come home, or don’t. Everyone misses you still, after all these years,” Derek said.
He stood up and walked away leaving me on the benches. I sighed and went to my car and drove back to my apartment.
My breathy moans echoed, my back arched, sweat glistening and droplets sliding down my spine. Derek ducked his head and licked the sweat and continued to move rhythmically, his grunts of efforts escaped his throat. I moaned and moved with him fluidity.
Derek growled, his face buried in the crook of my neck, my back bowed backwards arching my chest out, Derek’s fist pumps my weeping hard on.
“Derek,” I moaned out, my hand turning into a fist in his hair.”
“Stiles,” His voice was guttural and deep.
I felt his fangs nibbling against my skin, his movements are harder and rougher his hands gripping my waist, his elongated nails digging into my skin.
I groaned at the new hard pleasure coursing through my body.
“Der, I can’t hold on,” I panted.
I rolled my eyes and felt every inch of his hot skin rub against mine.
Derek growled, the vibration rumbled through his chest to mine.
“OH GOD!!” I cried out as I spasmed and spill all over his hand, I slumped forward my head hitting the pillow my lower half still in Derek’s grasp.
Derek growled harder and pushed as hard as he should before shuddering, his eyes red as it can be. I cried out a he spilled in me.
There was a light flash and a clap and I jolted awake, panting, my shirt damp with sweat. I looked wildly around the room. I slumped against the armrest my mind reeling over what I was dreaming about. Derek.
Lightening flashed and the thunder sounded as rain beat at my rattling window.
MEANWHILE
Sexy Derek POV
I growled and roared awake, sweat dripping off my chest, my heart pounding, the smell of wanton desire fill the room. The sound of hard rain and loud thunder filled the ruins of Hale Mansion.
“What, no no NO! It can’t be!” I said and I jogged down the stairs into a ruined living room, the pushed a stack of books off the table and they landed with a bang on the floor.
He grabbed the book he was looking for and skimmed it, he growled and slammed the book on the table.
“Fuck my life!” Derek growled.
