Alpha Hale

Chapter 11

It was safe to say that Stiles kept the I'm-love-with-you situation under wraps. He didn’t say anything when Derek yanked him to his feet and half dragged, half carried him into the house. He did not make any declarations of sweet love when they made it into their bedroom and to the mattress.

In fact, he didn’t say anything, not when Derek undressed them both or even when after several minutes of careful- still sore ass, thank you- prepping, the alpha buried himself in the heat of his body. Though, Stiles did make several unintelligible and otherwise bizarre sounds at the feel of him burning from the inside out.

He couldn’t seem to get past the fact that he was in love. How the hell had this happened?

In.

Love.

With.

Derek.

Hale.

Stiles released sounds that were not of this world when the alpha arched his back, fingers sliding across his sweaty skin in a shocking display of attentiveness that may or may not have been considered as foreplay. Because they were still totally working on that. Patience was definitely not one of their shared virtues.

Although, Stiles didn’t really have as much problem with that when Derek steadied his hips, gripping his waist and slipping into a rhythm that silenced his mind completely, swept up in the pleasure of his touch. Then hands slid up his chest until Derek's arms were around him and he buried his face into Stiles' neck. And then proceeded to swipe his tongue across it, licking across his heated skin and tasting the sweat off his body, making a soft noise as if he enjoyed it.

Stiles was too busy focusing on repressing love declarations to really be swept up in how amazing it felt. It was no easy task, and Derek’s tongue wasn’t helping the situation. The alpha swooped in for the proverbial kill, teeth clamping down over Stiles again.

And to his everlasting horror, Stiles was immediately pushed over the edge by the sensation, his inclination towards biting clearly revealing itself. Oh god, he had a kink now didn't he? His orgasm slammed into him, wrenching a desperate groan from his mouth and in his post coital haze, Stiles forgot he was meant to be keeping his mouth shut. About the being in love with him situation that he was trying to deal with.

“I l-“

He only just managed to abort mission; coming to his senses in time to seal his mouth shut against Derek's shoulder, sinking his teeth in to keep silent. Only what he didn’t expect was Derek’s reaction. The alpha hissed, tensing all over and jerking out of the warmth of Stiles’ very very, sated body before nearly jumping countries in his haste to away from him. Whoa.

“You bit me!” Derek snapped, eyes wide and surprised.

Stiles scrambled up into a more dignified position, ignoring the quickly cooling semen covering his chest and struggling to keep his heart rate normal after having his world thoroughly rocked.

“You bit me first,” he protested. “It was instinct.”

Derek raised an eyebrow, expression drawn and Stiles took advantage of the sight of a very naked alpha standing a few paces away. He barely glimpsed the very distinct swelling at the base off his cock before the alpha turned away without a word, disappearing into the bathroom and locking it shut. Hold up a moment.

“Hey!” Stiles called, body instantly responding to thought of Derek’s knot and having it inside him again. “Where are you going with that?” He demanded, banging his fist against the door, knowing he was missing out on some of the very interesting benefits of werewolf sex.