Alpha Hale

Chapter 8

The alpha was on him in seconds, scorchingly hot hands wrapping around his waist and lifting up like gravity no longer existed, bringing them back onto the bed as he crossed the broken barrier.

Stiles let out a brief whimper of anticipation when he was pressed deeply into the mattress. The lack of claws and red eyes was extremely settling, because that meant so far the alpha was in control and that he still wanted him. And that was too intense for Stiles' liking.

Derek stared into his face, gaze so intense that Stiles wanted to shut his own eyes. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest and he was already half hard. “You’re angry at me aren’t you?” he guessed, shuddering when Derek turned him over so that he was on his knees and tried to make him more comfortable.

“No,” he replied, in a flat tone that revealed absolutely nothing as he reached around to unbutton Stiles' pants.

He couldn’t believe that he was doing this. Or better yet, that they were about to do this. But at least now he could confidently admit his first time wouldn’t be with a psychotic murderer. Derek’s file had only a few misdemeanors; a couple of fights at school and the Hale house fire before his biggest crime, which was basically being present when Gerard’s daughter was brutally murdered by a rogue. And she died without Derek saving her.

And all that meant was that the alpha’s hero skills seriously needed some work.

The woman’s name had been Kate. But Stiles really couldn’t judge because for all he knew, Derek hadn’t been the alpha back then or maybe the rogue had just been too strong. It’s not like he’d purposely let her die. Maybe she was the girl in the photo and he was still trying to get over the heartbreak of her death. He seemed like the type to be wounded and brooding all the time because his first love had been brutally murdered. It made perfect sense, although Stiles felt a little bad for being so jealous of a dead girl. That seemed wrong somehow.

The alpha certainly had some skills when it came to getting Stiles naked in under a minute, although considering the state of what he was wearing it was hardly a shock when the alpha literally just ripped them off. He gasped at the sudden nakedness, distracted completely when Derek was unexpectedly naked too and he could see his alpha business in full glory.

Damn. He was so screwed.

Or about to be. Jesus.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he muttered feeling the need to express his thoughts into words. Many, many words with multiple conjunctives. “This is happening. Holy shit.”

Derek’s clawless hands slid over his bare back, causing a full body shiver. He was so hard his dick could probably split concrete. Why did he have to be so damn attractive?

“You need to relax,” the alpha commanded, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

Because that was an easy thing to do. Derek reached around his bare back, hands sliding over Stiles cock and eliciting a moan while he jerked him into a garbled mess in a couple strokes. He definitely had magic hands, no doubt about it. Stiles felt something wet against his ass and nearly released a sound reminiscent of a dying whale. What was that?

He tried to regulate his breathing. It was probably lube. Did werewolves even need to use it? He didn’t like not being able to see what was going on down there and tried to crane his neck around for a better look. He couldn’t see much besides Derek- muscular, lickable and fucking hot- Derek on his knees behind him, covering his body with his own. Stiles was totally shaking by now, breathing heavily as he reacted to every single little touch, the anticipation making him so freaking sensitive to it. Even more so when Derek actually paused to lean forward and kiss him.