Dangerous Needs (Isaac Lahey Fan-Fic)

Chapter 4

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Honestly, I've never been in a serious realationship before. Sure, I've kissed a boy once or twice, but it was only a peck on the lips and an awkward silence. The first time Isaac kissed me, I vowed to never let that happen again. It was wrong. Being attached to him in a romantic way was not safe at all. Not one bit. Yet here I am, with Isaac Lahey's lips attached to mine, moving in a bruising force, his arms holding me tightly to his body, and I, enjoying every bit of it.

"Mine," he growled against my lips before biting my lower one. I gasped at the pleasure and his tongue darted into my mouth, massaging mine in the process. My hands fisted and tugged his hair as I let out a low moan. I heard him groan in pleasure. I pulled away to breathe but his lips found their way to my neck, biting and sucking. The only sounds you could hear was the ocassional moan or groan and the word 'mine' slipping between his gorgeous lips.

We were suddenly on my bed, Isaac's body ontop of mine. My senses were beginning to return as I realized his hands begin to inch up my shirt.

"Isaac," his name left my lips in a breathy whisper as I tried to push him off. He groaned against my neck, making his hips knock against mine. I gasped and threw my head back at the sensations rushing through me.

"Oh, Harley," he whispered, knocking his hips against mine even harder. His hands stayed on my waist, underneath my shirt, as his hips thrusted against mine. His hard member rubbing against me.

"Mine. All mine," he whispered, his hips moving hard against mine, making feel things I never have before. His lips returned to mine, sending me into a world of the unknown, making me feel as if cloud nine was now my home. With his hips thrusting against mine and his lips blissfully bruising mine, I felt extremely content. The sparks I felt and the roar of butterflies that took over my body made me feel weightless in his arms.

But some dumb witt that practically lives in this house knocked on the god damn door, acting as a bucket of cold water being dumped on top of me.

"ISAAC! HARLEY! I HAVE YOUR FOOOOOD!" I heard Stiles scream from only the OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR.

"Oh my god!" I whispered and pushed Isaac off. Or tried.

He growled and pressed his lips against mine in a soft peck before slowly and reluctantly climbing off me, and grabbing my hand to help me up. I instantly ran to my mirror, fixing my hair and face. I saw Isaac come up behind me through the mirror before wrapping his arms around me and placing his head between my head and shoulder.

"As much as I don't want you to, you might want to cover these. I know Stiles will freak. Although, he might understand you're mine if you don't," he whispered before lifting his head and moving my hair to uncover love bites running from my neck down to my collar bone. I gasp escaped my lips as I put my hair back over where it was. Though I was angry he had left these hickies on me, I couldn't find it in me to yell at him.

I ran to the door and swung it open.

"Hey!" I smiled, my heart beating irractically, hoping he wouldn't suspect anything. He smiled back and handed me two bags.

"Ceaser Salad for you and steak for Isaac. Well, steak and veggies and stuff, but him and Scott don't usually eat that part. And I got you your Arizona," he said, handing me my Arizona green tea as well.

"Thanks Stiles!" I said, giving him a huge hug. He hugged me tightly before letting go.

"I'll let you guys get back to your nerd work now. Bye," he said, and began to run down the stairs. I closed the door and walked to my desk, placing the food down. I turned to Isaac, and glared at him.