The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

The Girl Who Knew Too Much

Warning: SMUT

Y/n's POV

"Did you hear about the dead body of the deputy that was in front of the school last night?" Isaac asked me and leaned against the locker next to mine.

"I helped find the dead body, remember?" I remind him and shut my locker door. "Lydia called Allison yesterday, who called Stiles, who called me, and then I called Scott. When we got here, we found her body draped over the sign at the front entrance."

"Right," Isaac remembered. "You doing okay? You seem a bit off. Your scent isn't the same as it usually is."

"I'm just worried," I confess. "We're getting closer and closer to the last sacrifice. According to Mr. Argent, there are what? Maybe 5 sacrifices left? There have already been 10. What if we can't stop the darach in time? What if someone I know dies? What if-"

Isaac cut me off my leaning down and kissing me quickly. "I think you need a break. A real one. Lets get out of here and go back home."

"But we still have once class left," I point out.

"Skipping one class won't hurt you," Isaac countered.

"Okay," I breathe out. "A break actually sounds nice." The two of us then left the school and headed towards my car. Once we were both buckled, I drove us back to my house. Inside, I tossed my backpack by my desk, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed on my bed. Isaac peaked his head into my room seconds later, his lanky frame hovering by my door.

"Hey," Isaac greeted. "Can we talk? I've been meaning to ask you something?" 

I propped myself up on my hands and met his eyes. "Yeah. What's up?"

"With all of these sacrifices, I've been thinking a lot," Isaac started and stepped into my room, shutting the door behind him. "I don't want to lose you. Not that I think you'll be sacrificed next or anything but....Look, if anything, these sacrifices have made me appreciate the things I love more. We've been together for more than a few months now, and I'm ready to take our relationship a step forwards with you. Only if you're comfortable, of course."

"Isaac Lahey, are you going soft on me?" I question.

"Maybe just a little bit," Isaac responded.

"Get over here," I urge and wave him over. 

As soon as Isaac climbed onto my bed, I pulled him towards me and pressed my lips to his. Isaac kissed back immediately, planting his arms on either side of my head to keep himself up. I cupped his cheeks in my hands, one of my legs hooking themselves around his to feel closer to him. After a few seconds, my hands trailed down to the bottom of Isaac's shirt, and before I could even process what was happening, I was tugging it over his head and tossing it to the floor. I could feel Isaac's smile against my own, the two of us completely losing ourselves in each other. Not even a minute later, my shirt was thrown to the floor as well, and now Isaac and I were pressed chest to chest. The two of us then sat up and changed positions, with Isaac now sitting against the headboard, and me on his lap, straddling his waist.

I grinded my hips down onto his, and the friction sent shivers up my spin. As I did, Isaac's hands worked at the clasp of my bra. Within seconds, Isaac was sliding it down my shoulders and throwing it to the side. While I continued to rock my hips against his, Isaac trailed kisses up and down my neck, as far down to the middle of my breasts. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, and that only riled me up even more. I could feel a tent beginning to form in Isaac's pants, and by now, I was eager to fulfill my desires. My hands fumbled with Isaac's belt, undoing the clasp and sliding it out of the loopholes of his jeans. Right as the belt was gone, I worked on my own jeans, tugging them off my legs before tossing them away. My bare skin against the denim of Isaac's jeans caused me to clench myself, but what felt even better was when Isaac wrapped an arm around my back and got to his knees, bringing my back to rest against the mattress.

Before I even knew it, both of our underwear was gone, and our bodies were pressed closely together. I could feel every inch of Isaac above me, and he could feel every inch of me below him. Is member rubbed against my throbbing core as the two of us kissed, our lips swollen from the intensity of our actions. One of my legs wrapped around Isaac's, and I slid it up his thigh, draping it over Isaac's waist.

"You're so beautiful," Isaac whispered against my lips before sitting up to grab a condom from my bedside drawer. "Are you uh, are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Isaac, I have never been so sure of anything in my life," I assure him. 

After Isaac put on the condom, he hovered over me and kissed me gently, but passionately. As he slipped himself inside of me, I was met with a bit of pain, and everything felt uncomfortable. But after a few seconds, I grew used to the feeling of him inside of me, and things began to feel pleasurable. I sighed against Isaac's lips as he thrusted himself into me, our hands exploring each others' bodies with our lips still attached together. Soon, Isaac's thrusts got deeper, and I couldn't help but let a moan slip past my lips, my fingers digging into the skin of Isaac's shoulder blades. Isaac reacted to that, his eyes lighting up bright yellow. I moved my hands to Isaac's hair, gripping it softly and bringing his head back down to mine to smash my lips to his once again. I don't remember how long we lost ourselves in each other, but when all was done, and the two of us had cleaned ourselves up, we laid in bed side by side, our bodies pressed flat against each other.

"Wow," Isaac breathed out as he traced patterns on my skin with his fingers. "That was amazing."

"Yeah. It was," I agree and snuggle into his side, pulling my blanket tighter around us. "I love you, Isaac."

"I love you too, Y/n," Isaac returned and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. Later that night, I got a frantic text from Stiles telling me that I needed to meet him and Scott at the front of the school. Isaac and I got there as quickly as possible, and while I stayed with my brother and best friend, Isaac went to go hunt for Allison.

"Where have you been?" Scott asked me. "We've been looking for you all day."

"Isaac and I left school earlier to have a break and relax," I answer. "Why? What's going on?"

"Have you seen Lydia?" Stiles butted in. "Or spoken to her?"

I shook my head. "Not since this morning, no. Guys, what's going on?" Before either of them could answer, a scream pierced the air. I groaned and clutched my ears, falling onto my knees as the sound stabbed my brain. My hearing had been sensitive when I was a kid, and now, being a werewolf made it ten time worse. When the noise was gone, I pulled my hands away from my ears and noticed that a few small drops of blood were smeared against my palm.

"Y/n," Scott murmured when he saw that I was bleeding.

"I'll be fine. Go," I order and wave them away. After a minute or two, I worked up the strength to get to my feet, and then I headed inside to find my friends. I followed Stiles' scent and found him in a room with Scott and Lydia. Lydia was clutching her neck, and Stiles was staring towards a group of desks. "Hey. What happened?" 

"Ms. Blake is the Darach," Scott revealed. "And she tried to kill Lydia." 

"Stiles?" I push. "You okay? What's wrong?"

"Ms. Blake....she took my dad," Stiles murmured.