Alpha Hale

Chapter 3

For some unbelievably intelligent reason, Stiles had expected people to forget what he'd done to alpha Hale in front of the hundreds of Beacon Hills townsfolk two days earlier. He’d figured the whole thing would have blown over already by now.

Stiles had never good at predicting people. At all.

He was surprised that Derek decided to drive him to school that morning, though. The night, despite his misgivings had been sort of vaguely normal. Unlike the rumours, there weren’t billions of workers running around the Hale household. In fact, Stiles hadn't glimpsed another living soul.

Derek seemed like the type of dude to sit there all alone in a big empty house in the darkness. He just gave off that kind of creeper vibe. Stiles figured all of that stalking was bound to make him a person of interest in the Sheriff’s department, but maybe because he was the alpha they gave him certain liberties like a particularly sarcastic breed of Stiles to cuddle with. And more, if Stiles allows it.

Although, technically there had been a lack of either on his first night in Derek’s den of dastardly deeds.

It had been suspiciously normal. Derek had made dinner, and damn, the alpha could cook. Stiles had nearly died from the orgasmic bliss of the chow, he’d shovelled happily down his throat with Derek watching him just as hungrily. Or maybe it was horror at his poor table manners.

Either way it hadn’t taken him too long to get used to the idea that hot like the sun Derek Hale wanted to jump his bones. Or at least, he'd entered into a claim with the expectation that eventually somebody was bound to get naked. So obviously Derek had to be attracted to him in some way or other or he would've just killed Stiles in front of the entire town. Or laughed in his face or something. Stiles still isn't too clear about how this whole thing works.

It was good to know even if Derek was interested in a good Stiles fucking, that he didn't plan on doing anything about it until Stiles said so. At least that was what Alpha law and basic human decency stated. He still didn’t trust Derek’s comment about the whole full moon heat thing, either. But he had a place in the house to hide if he ever got too handsy.

He’d found it when Derek had taken him on a tour of his den, wearing a poker face the entire time so as to not make him suspicious of his intentions. But it was pretty freaking hard to act like he wasn’t plotting practical endeavours with Derek focused on him so fixedly. He actually wasn't certain what to make of the attention, if it even was sexual at all or if Derek was just trying to figure him out. It was pretty gratifying to have that kind of power over the alpha anyway.

Not that he was thinking about it. Being sexual with Derek. At all.

Derek remained pretty much his indifferent and stoic self as the night wore on, but astonishingly revealed a miraculous skill for listening to Stiles ramble pointlessly and somehow parsing out his meaning- a feat on its own. Granted, he was pretty nervous, tensed for unwanted werewolf moves, but Derek kept his hands to himself even when Stiles almost face planted after missing a step on the grand staircase.

Even his own father got lost on the perfectly reasonable tangents Stiles' conversation took. It was like a rollercoaster ride and even he was willing to admit that most of the time, he wasn’t speaking regular English. Although he couldn’t help it, really. Sometimes he got a little too enthusiastic about things. Derek somehow understanding him, made no sense whatsoever, but the thought that he did was pretty awesome.

Except, Derek potentially wanted to screw, cuddle or scent Stiles in every room of his house, and he had to keep acting like the thought of it hadn’t crossed his mind.

And. That. Was. Pretty. Damn.

Awkward.

But he didn’t even try any funny business. No sneaking into bed with Stiles in the middle of the night just to hold him. No accidental groping or any kind of touching actually, and Stiles was forced to use a helping hand on himself in the shower the next morning to calm his unsatisfied sexual appetite which Derek could surely smell. The alpha bastard. He definitely pictured Derek's face as he climaxed, for revenge purposes only.