Need

Chapter 16

Ok fair warning..... a little bit of smut coming up. :)

Stiles

The next morning, I lay in Derek's arms, listening to him breath. I thought about what Der's dream meant. If we were going to think about it without supernatural knowledge, it would just be a nightmare. But of course, my life was full of supernatural creatures, so nothing like this was a coincidence. But why didn't he get hurt for real? When I woke up from my dream, where Derek had been whipped, he had an actual wound on his side. Why not now? I pondered. It must have something to do with the mentality of it. Maybe becuse of my time being possessed by the Nogitzune, I had a stronger connection between reality and my mind. I don't know. 

One thing I did know for sure was that Derek's dream was most likely real. That meant our friends, my best friend included, were all evil, reality traveling riders, who were out to kill all of us. I didn't want to think about it, but that was all I could do. Scott would try to kill me. Which wasn't abnormal.  I thought, remembering all the times when he was first a werewolf, and couldn't control his shifts. But this was different. We didn't even truly beat the Riders last time, we just beat their leader. And on top of it all, we didn't even know if we could fix Scott. We probably couldn't. We were probably all going to die. My breathing pace started to pick up. I rolled out of bed and away from Derek, which seemed to make it all much worse. I started panicking. 

"We aren't gonna make it, it doesn't even matter anymore," I groaned to myself. Tears slid down my cheeks. "Were gonna die, we can't fix it," I cried. Derek's eyes flashed open.

"Stiles?" He asked. I cried harder. My air was coming in quick short breaths and it didn't feel like enough. My chest felt tight. 

"No, no, no, no," I mumbled. I was shaking.

"Stiles? What's wrong?" He asked, standing up. I sobbed and put my hand on the wall to steady myself. "No your not doing this," He mumbled. He grabbed my face and made me look at him. "We are going to be ok," He told me. I shook my head.

"No," I cried. I tried to calm myself but it wasn't working. Derek looked scared. He tried to grab my hand but I pulled away and leaned up against the wall. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to keep my breathing more normal. It didn't work. Suddenly, Derek's lips crashed into mine, and everything felt that much better. 

At first I just kind of stood there, but eventually I reacted and pulled him closer, my hands running through the ebony hair on the back of his head. He slid his tongue on the rim of my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth enough to let him in. One of his hands slid around my waist, pulling my hips off the wall just a bit, and the other was tracing my jawline. I kissed him as hard as I could, and I hadn't realized how much I needed this, how much I needed him, until now. Derek ground his hips up against mine, and I could feel his hardness. I groaned into his mouth and he let out a low growl. 

God, he was hot.

I could feel him blush, but he didn't stop. Chills ran over my whole body and my stomach did acrobatics. I wanted him.  I pulled hard at his soft hair and pulled another hand down from his head and placed it on his hip, pushing him towards the bed. He pulled back.

"Are you sure you want to?" He questioned, his hazel-green eyes staring deeply, caringly, into mine. 

"Shhh, don't talk," I murmured against his lips and then continued kissing him, biting on his lower lip hard. If he wasn't a werewolf it would of hurt him a lot more, but he wasn't hurt. He let out another growl. He grinned against my lips and pushed me onto the bed. I grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, running my hand over his smooth skin. I arched my back so he could pull off my shirt. His lips trailed down from mine and he kissed along my collar bone, and I knew he would leave a mark. His lips continued to lower until he was kissing my sternum, and then down the center of my stomach.