Unfaithful

Chapter 7: Monster

Derek’s POV

Parking my car two blocks away from the school, I close my eyes as my forehead leans against the steering wheel. I know … I know that I said that I would back off for a month but can you really blame me? Taking a deep breath, I attempt to compose myself before getting out of the car. I know this isn’t the smartest move. He might see me. Hell, he might even smell my scent. Glancing at the time, I run my hand through my hair as a small sigh escapes my lips. I might as well get this over with. Remember, keep it simple. Get in and get out. Nothing more, nothing less. Determination fuels me as I walk towards the school. Okay. I got this. I need this. I need to do this. I need to make sure that Scott’s okay. The look on his face, his slouching shoulders, and the dejected look in his eyes from the last time I saw him haunts me. 

Reaching the parking lot, I stop dead in my tracks as two familiar voices catch my attention. “So we’re still on for tonight, right? … Scott, come on man, don’t tell me you’re thinking about bitching out,” I hear Stiles ask. “Um, I don’t know Stiles. I don’t see how this is going to prove anything,” Scott replies. “What? You’re joking right? Scott, we talked about this. He’s not your mate. You’re not gay and it is my duty as your friend to prove this to you. You have NEVER had feelings for males before, so, why now? Just because Derek says you’re his mate doesn’t make it true. Derek’s just messing with you and you need to break whatever hold he has on you. Going to this party and getting laid is just what you need to clear your mind,” Stiles boldly states. “Fine, whatever, Stiles. Pick me up around 8 tonight. I need to get to my last class,” Scott mumbles, irritation seeps into his voice.

A party? Getting laid? Not his mate? Frustration rises within me as Stiles’ words repeat itself. That little shit. Who does he think he is? Does he think that he can just Google werewolves and suddenly become an expert? Snorting, I shake my head at his stupidity. No wonder Scott’s all confused. I would be confused to if I listened to that jackass. Ugh! So much for keeping shit simple. Running a hand through my hair, I gather my thoughts. Damn it. Now, I have to spend my Friday night babysitting Scott. I guess I’ll follow them from Scott’s house. This is going to be a long night. Sighing, I walk back to my car.

Scott’s POV

Groaning, my eyes scan the crowd for my best friend. Ugh! Why did I let Stiles talk me into this shit? Speaking of my best friend, where the hell is he? We came here together, he said he would be right back, and that was two hours ago. Leaning against the wall, I take another shot of Southern Comfort as I watch people dancing, grinding, and fucking. “Hey, your name’s Scott, right,” an unfamiliar voice asks. Turning my head, my eyes land on a 5’4ish, lightly tanned, blue-eyed, blonde hair girl. “Yeah and you’re …,” I trail off admiring her beauty. Damn, she’s fucking HOT. “Courtney,” she giggles. She presses her body against mine, placing her hands on my shoulders as she shifts her weight to tiptoes. Bringing her lips to my ear, she whispers, “Dance with me.” My body involuntary trembles as she nips my earlobe. Not trusting my voice, I nod in agreement. Grabbing my hand, she leads us to the dance floor.

She grinds her ass on my junk to the beat of song. My hands wander up and down her sides. Feeling my hardening cock, she turns around wrapping her arms around my neck. Her soft, delicate lips gently skim mine. My tongue flickers between my lips, caressing her bottom lip asking for entrance. Her lips slightly part, welcoming my advances. Kissing softly at first, the need arises. The beast is looking to satisfy its hunger, though it’s never truly satisfied. Primal urges kick in, as the kiss turns passionate, desperation drives us. The desperation to touch, to feel … She breaks the kiss, only to plant kisses along my jaw down to my neck. Oh God … the wetness … her arousal … her scent … I … I can’t resist. Sucking on my neck, she continues grinding herself against my leg. The lust rising within me ignites my skin. My blood boils with untamed rage as I push our bodies against the wall.