The Hale Pack

13 Scent Marked

He was kissing Derek Hale.

Derek Hale was kissing him.

This was happening.

The feeling was indescribable. The way it warmed him from the inside out but sent chills up and down his spine was overwhelming.

Derek was a really good kisser. He was so tender and not rushed. It was nothing like what he expected from an Alpha werewolf. The way he was touching him. His hands caressing up under his shirt and across his back and gripping softly at his hips. It made the world spin a little faster and the world stop all at once.

His heart was racing and pounding harder at the same time. He had no idea he had wanted this. Had no idea that he needed this. But he did. Of hell yes he did. He wanted this kiss to last forever. He wanted to keep kissing Derek forever.

The soft caress of lips to his and his tongue swiping over his tender lips, his sharp teeth teasing his mouth softly. Whines and soft growls sounding from the wolf as he devoured Stiles mouth soft and slow.

He had no idea pleasure like this actually existed.

He felt himself being pressed slowly up against a tree trunk and he moaned into Derek's mouth as he felt his body slowly press against him. "Ahn Derek mmmm"

Then Derek was gone. Gone so fast that Stiles stumbled and nearly fell to his hands and knees. He looked up expecting some kind of threat or enemy to have been the reason that Derek stopped kissing him.

But it wasn't. Derek's eyes looked at him with something akin to shame and horror.

"D-Derek what-" Stiles mumbles as he stands to his full hight and questions about the wolf's sudden pull away.

Derek shook his head and his eyes dulled from the bright red to soft green. "I'm sorry."

"What?" Stiles was starting to feel embarrassed that he had done something wrong.

"I had no right to touch you like that... I shouldn't..." Derek was backing away slowly.

Stiles felt cold suddenly. "Derek... I'm going to be 18 in a few weeks... You didn't do anything wrong..."

Derek turned away and his hands were clenched as blood dripped from his clenched fists. "It is wrong to get comfort from you like that. You're a human. You wouldn't understand."

Stiles stumbled back a step and leaned against the tree he had previously been up against. His pain must have been obvious because Derek kept speaking. "I just meant that you would have thought it was something more than what it was... it was just getting some comfort from a pack member."

Stiles took a long breath as he looked away from Derek and tried to think. It made sense... Derek was the alpha... he was nowhere near Derek's league... he would never want someone like Stiles... So yeah... okay... yeah...

His chest went numb as he looked up and saw Derek's fists shaking and dripping blood. Stiles stood up slowly and put his hands in his pockets. "Sorry... hey don't worry about it okay. I get it... This was just a fluke... message received loud and clear... we're good man... it's all good Big guy." He knew his lips were in a smile but he couldn't really feel it.

"I'm gonna get back to the house... Sorry for..." For what? Caring? The Kiss? Realizing he had feelings for Derek? "...all of this..." Stiles turned around and started to walk back to the loft.

He didn't look up until he heard his name being called out. Scott and Isaac were calling out his name by his jeep.

He blinked at them and then tried to hide the fact that he just got... wow he wasn't dumped because it wasn't like they had time to become a thing... rejected? Yeah rejected would be the word... a really sucky word...

"Stiles..." Scott calls his name again.

When did they get closer? When did they walk over to him? "Hey." Stiles plastered on a fake smile.

Isaac's hand was on his wrist. There were no black veins. "Stiles... You smell like..."

Stiles sniffed at himself and thankfully didn't smell bad BO. "What?"

Isaac and Scott give eachother a look then he continues. "You smell like you and Derek finally scent marked you. So why do you smell like pain and sorrow?"

Stiles blanked for a moment. "What now?"

"Scent marked... He means you smell like Derek wrote a big sign on you that says MINE" Scott wrinkled his nose a bit and blushed as he looked to Isaac again.

Stiles looked between the two. "But... no that's not... He said it wasn't... It was just for comfort... he told me..." Stiles put a hand through his hair trying to make sense of this. "He said it didn't mean anything..."

Isaac stepped back in shock and his hand slipped away from his wrist and his skin paled. "well it doenst smell like nothing Stiles..."

"Why would he lie?" 

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