WolfRunner

Chapter Ten: Just Us

I don't write much smut so yeah...enjoy??
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Newt looked at the tied up wolf with bored eyes. Of course this mission would be over as soon as it was assigned. He shook his head and looked over at Stiles who was sitting on a wooden table with a knife in his hands. Minho stood by the door of the burnt shell of a house they occupied.

"Wake him." Stiles commanded.

Teresa moved from her spot and approached Derek. She drew her fist back and punched him square in the jaw not once but three times. Derek groaned and knocked his head back before the fourth punch could connect with his jaw. Stiles grinned and slipped off the table he was sitting on.

"Morning, sleepy head." Stiles loved seeing the dazed look on Derek's face.

"You son of a bitch." Derek spat shaking his head.

"That's not very nice." Minho instigated and Thomas smirked.

"You know, Derek ." Stiles twirled the knife in his hand on the table, "you're easier than
I thought."

"Just wait till I get out of here." Derek growled.

"And then what." Stiles wiggled his eyebrows slipping off the table.

"And then I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth." Derek snarled and a grin plastered onto Stiles's face.

"Baby, I love it when you talk dirty to me." He mocked Derek and approached him slowly.

Derek felt his chest rise and fall heavily, but he kept his expression blank. Something about the way Stiles loomed over him and how his usually well kept hair was in a frenzy drove Derek mad. He wanted to kill the kid, but also he wanted to fuck him.

"Newt, take the others and take down the rest of the pack." Stiles didn't even bother to look at his teammates, "I got this."

No one argued and they all left without a single look back. Derek watched as Stiles placed the knife on the floor and crouched so that he was in between Derek's legs. The wolf growled at the contact.

"I'll kill you." Derek leaned forward his face changing to his wolf.

"Not if I get you first." Stiles hummed his hands running up Derek's thighs, "do you wanna finish where we left off?"

That's when it clicked for Derek. They were mates. Why else would his wolf practically beg for Stiles, but his mind tell him to leave and save the pack. Stiles looked up at him with dark eyes and Derek felt all of his blood rush down to his lower region.

"Yes." Derek gulped and Stiles chuckled.

"Of course you do." Stiles rolled his eyes standing back up, "alphas strive off of sex I swear."

"No, not just sex." Derek shook his head, "I know you feel it Stiles."

"Feel what exactly?" Stiles scoffed though Derek heard his heart rate pick up.

"We're mates." Derek could see the blush that formed on Stiles's neck, "you want this just as bad as I do."

"N-no I don't." Stiles confident demeanor shifted.

"You do, admit it." Derek smirked titling his head to the side a little, "you want me."

Stiles shook his head turning away from the wolf.

"You want to kiss me all over again, you want to feel my hands all over you, you want to know how I taste, you want me." Derek spoke smoothly causing Stiles's body to grow warm, "you want me to touch you like no one else has."