Unfaithful

Chapter 8: Submission

Derek’s POV

Anger fuels me as I push my way through the mounds of teenagers. Fucking Stiles, with his asinine ideas, always putting his nose where it doesn’t belong. Rushing through the house a feeling of dread comes over me. What if I can’t reach him in time? If he hurts her … Scrambling towards the stairs, I run up them two at a time as my adrenaline kicks in. Oh God, please let this be okay. I need him to be okay. Using my nose, I pinpoint his scent. Following it to the bedroom, I grip onto either side of the door frame in attempt to clear my head. Calm down, Derek. If you rush in there, things will not end well. Focus on getting that girl away from him.  Inhaling a calming breath, I knock on the door, adrenaline wildly pumping through my veins. A warning growl fills my ears followed by silence.

“Scott, open the door,” I demand in a low voice. Hearing shuffling, I cautiously open the door. My eyes land on Scott’s shaking form. He stands in front of the bed, breathing heavily, with sweat glistening off his tannish naked body. I feel my lower region twitch in appreciation. My eyes continue to rake over his body, lost in my own little fantasy. A low growl snaps my attention to his eyes. His reddish-amber eyes are feral, animalistic looking. Damn it, Scott. What have you done? My stomach tightens as I realize Scott is no longer in control. Instead, I’m looking into the eyes of his beast. Oh … FUCK ME. This is so not good. Our eyes lock onto each other’s, each staring the other down, competing for dominance, waiting for the other to move. Neither of us willing to back down, the tension quickly rises in the room. My body stiffens, my breath hitches as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The air becomes suffocating, thick with unspoken tension as our eyes continue burning into each other. SHIT … this isn’t going to end well, especially with a human in the room.

Without breaking eye contact with the younger beta, “Get your shit, Get dressed, Get the fuck out … NOW,” I snarl to the young girl. She quickly complies with my orders. She may be human but even they can’t deny the dominance that radiates from our kind. Watching the girl leave from the corner of my eye, I close the door and lock it. Eyes still glaring at each other, the younger wolf stalks towards me, snarling. “Don’t,” I warn him. He stops with a vicious growl, tilting his head to the side. “SHIFT. BACK. SCOTT,” I demand; my voice void of all emotion. Come on, Scott. Don’t make me do this. He bares his fangs at me. Damn, he isn’t going to make this easy. He never does. A snarl erupts deep within his chest as he starts pacing in front of me. “Scott, you don’t want to do this,” the warning unmistakable.

The tension rises to a dangerous level. His eyes never leave mine; challenging me, sizing me up, scanning for weaknesses, planning to attack. Rage rises within me, increasing, burning deep within my veins. A vicious growl pushes through as his lip curls upwards into a snarl, his threat clear. My wolf scratches at the surface, demanding to be released. It will not be disrespected. God, Scott you’re an idiot! Groaning in frustration, I clench and unclench my hands into fists. Think, Derek, think. Damn it. I roll my shoulders trying to release the tension in my body. My wolf isn’t going to like this one bit but if I don’t back down this won’t end well. Taking a deep shaky breath, I force my wolf back down. Focus, Derek. Make him come to you. Entice him. Entice his wolf. Make him submit.

FUCK. Am I really going to do this … Yes, yes, I am. Holding his gaze, I take off my jacket along with my shirt, throwing them on a nearby chair. The younger wolf stops in its tracks, raising his head, sniffing my scent, the scent of his mate. Eyeing me suspiciously, he slowly begins walking towards me. Hesitantly, he drops eye contact. His eyes rake across my body, curiosity plays across his features. Shit, this might work. I can do this. I’ll just keep my hands to myself and my mind blank. I won’t respond. I mean what other choice do I have? I can’t let him expose us. I lean back against the door, letting him know that it’s okay to approach me, that I’m not a threat. As if sensing my willingness, the young wolf eagerly quickens his pace and closes the distance between our bodies. Suddenly, he stands in front of me extending his arms on the door, essentially, trapping my body against his. My wolf thrashes inside me at the younger wolf’s attempt to dominant me. Shit. Come on, Derek, get a hold of yourself. My body tenses as Scott nuzzles my neck, breathing in my scent. Don’t freak out. I can do this. Don’t freak out. I need to let this happen. Don’t freak out. I need to get Scott back.