The Fox and The Wolf - Book Two {Sterek}

Chapter 18: The fox and the wolf

Warning: sexual content in this chapter.

When we woke up the next morning, it was to a quiet- and empty- loft. When was the last time we had the place to ourselves? It had been a rare occurrence these past few months.

"Morning wolfy," Stiles grinned at me. I groaned at the nickname. Just when I was getting used to stupid sour wolf...

"More nicknames?" I asked incredulously, raising a brow. He gave me a lopsided grin.

"I have no idea why you would expect any less. What with your new form and all..." he winked. "Besides, you're not such a sour wolf anymore, so I can't very well call you that." He said with a pleased smile.

My mouth curved into a smile of its own. "I wonder who's to blame for that," I speculated, a finger on my chin. His eyes sparkled at my insinuation.

"Bet they're foxy," he said, and then laughed at his own joke. I just rolled my eyes.

"Stiles- that was horrible," I said, unimpressed.

"Oh, come on, wolfy! It wasn't that bad," he defended, but half heartedly. He knew it was bad, and when I stared at him blankly he threw up his hands. "Okay fine, it was bad."

"For the record... 'Wolfy'- also bad," I added. He just rolled his eyes.

"Ohh, what do you know? You never like my nicknames anyway!" He scoffed, waving me off as he began to roll out of bed.

"Not so fast," I reprimanded, grabbing my mate and quickly rolling him underneath me. I pinned him to the bed with my body, my hands holding his wrists in place.

He wiggled his hips beneath me, making a growl build in my chest. He flashed his crimson orange eyes at me and said, "Oh- you think I'm gonna let you take control?" One eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Yeah- yeah I do," I said casually, before grinding my hips down into him.

He moaned at the friction and bit his lip. I kept a firm grip on his hands and my mouth twisted into a dangerously mischievous grin.

"Oh no," he breathed with a weary look on his face.

I smiled wider, moving my mouth to his neck. I straddled his hips and trailed open mouthed kisses across his silky skin. I listened to his accelerating heart rate. One thing about being a werewolf... I loved being able to actually hear what I can do to him. Hearing his heartbeat increase when he sees me, when I touch him, when I walk into the room. I knew my heart always reacted to him too.

As if he could read my mind he stammered, "The things you do to me Der..."

My heart jumped happily when he used my nickname again. Even if he called me that for the rest of our lives, I'm sure my body would still react the same way.

"I haven't done anything yet," I whisper against his skin, causing him to shiver. I smiled at the reaction.

I kissed down his bare chest, trailing my tongue as I went, and Stiles continued to moan appreciatively. As I kissed his body I tentatively reached out through the mate bond, wanting to feel his every feeling. I wanted to be as close to him as possible. I gasped quietly when I was nearly overwhelmed by his emotions. There was always a connection between us, but having reached for it and brought it into centre stage this time... it made everything stronger. Suddenly I felt... love, lust, passion, hunger, ecstasy. Stiles gasped too, sinking further into the bed. My body was coursing with energy- his emotions mixing with my own, the connection nearly lighting my skin on fire with power.