An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 59 - Shot Through the Heart and You're to Blame

Brooklyn kissed the smooth hard flesh, teasing her tongue around the pert nipples of her lover's chest. Her hand continued steadily pumping Derek, feeling his body changing against her. The werewolf growled and dragged his claws along the fiberglass wall, staving off the urge to come right then and there. When he had heard his lover in the shower, the wolf began to howl furiously from within. To his initial dismay Stiles was perched at the laptop but it was a minor setback.

Stiles had seen the hunger looming in his eyes as they bled electric blue and immediately tore down the stairs and sped away. The second Stiles was out of sight Derek tore his clothing away, yearning to feel the bare flesh of the hunter to his. And now he stood in what felt like heaven as her sinful lips and wicked hand converged on him with an animalistic ferocity.

The hunter could hear him shifting above her, the wolf in full control now. She dropped to her knees and slowly took his rigid member between her lips. His body vibrated with low ominous growls which rattled her lips along the twitching shaft. She lightly raked along the sensitive spot of nerves and flesh that rested underneath, sending violent tremors of lust and need through his body. The wolf peered down and watched his cock vanish past her lips, feeling the heat of her tongue massaging the throbbing vein.

Brooklyn felt something pull her away from the aching member and bring her to her feet. The look in his eyes communicated what he demanded and reflected the hunter's obedience. It was as if she were in a trance, a state of control as her upper body bent forward and legs parted in the tiny space. The wolf gathered her smaller frame in his hands and rammed his cock deep inside. She gasped but stayed still regardless. The wolf had smelled the remnants of the other, knowing it had tried to steal what was his by right. The thought of the blonde one daring to invade on his territory enraged the wolf as his canines sought out the the spot between her shoulder and neck.

Sharp ivory ripped with ease into his mate's body, leaving another mark. Brooklyn cried out at the sharp intrusion causing the teeth to dig deeper still. Her body was rocked with the onslaught of release which filled the air despite the hard unrelenting stream of water. The wolf snarled as the painful tightening started, coiling and constricting the more he thrusted. Brooklyn's fingers curled around the edge of the tub, turning ghostly white from the pressure against them. She felt the wolf drawing closer as his body snapped faster and harder against its will.

The deep baying of the wolf filled the house and surrounding woods. Scott rolled his eyes and covered his ears as Stiles snickered at his friend.

"One more day," he groaned.

The wolf's hips slowed with the last thrust and explosion. He leaned over to lick the newest bites clean finding the fleeting taste of copper along the welts. His power over her began to wane. The nails retreated and canines receded leaving the human side prevalent again. Derek forced himself to breathe and pull Brooklyn to his body. He couldn't control the wolf as it was separate from him but also intertwined at the same time. Brooklyn came around and shook her head as the spell wore off. She looked up to Derek who held her face in his hands with thumbs stroking her cheeks.

Neither one spoke but reveled in the presence of the other letting their eyes and bodies do the speaking. For now the urges would be satisfied but they would return again. His heart pounded at the sight of her radiant smile; a smile that would make him fall to his knees in an instant. Derek leaned in to steal another kiss from those waiting lips.

He could stay with her, there beneath the water. But with the wolf quiet for now, they regretted parting ways to track the Alpha.

The Alpha wasn't who they encountered.

"Well what do we have here?" Brian leaned comfortably against the crumbling brick wall. Leveque was standing with the stature of a soldier. The gun was trained on them, itching to unleash Hell against the werewolf and hunter.