A Bad Romance

Chapter 4

October 9th.

Stiles and Derek's POV

Derek's POV

After I had left Stiles house, I had taken a drive to clear my mind. It was getting harder to be around Stiles without letting something slip about my thinking that he is my mate. The night at the restaurant was when I had realized that he might be. I had let my wolf have too much control that night in the alley when I kissed him. I growl in frustration and punch my steering wheel. I hate how much I want him.

I mean, I love him and I would do anything to protect him. I'm just afraid that I will end up having to protect him from me. And yes. I, Derek Hale, Fearless Alpha Werewolf, am afraid. Afraid of losing Stiles. Afraid of hurting him. And afraid of the Hunters hurting him to get at me. After a couple hours of driving, I headed back to my loft to cool off and take a shower.

I stand under the water as it pours over my back, stinging slightly at the water pressure and the heat of the water. As I stand under the water, I can smell Stiles lingering scent that was left in the shower the last time he was here. I whine to myself wishing he was here right now but I know he is busy so I shower by myself. As I shower, I contemplate telling Stiles that he is my mate but I decided against it, thinking he might run away if I do end up telling him.

I finish my shower and step out of the shower to get dressed, putting on some black skinny jeans and a gray t-shirt as well as my braided leather bracelet that has my family's symbol on it, the Triskelion. I look through my closet and pull out my black leather jacket. I bring it to my nose and sniff it. It still smells like Stiles from when he stole it from me. I walk over to the couch deciding that I should have enough time to take a nap before Stiles comes looking for me. I turn on the TV and it lulls me to sleep. 

Stiles POV

I head over to Derek's loft because I have to punish his behavior from earlier. I walk down the hall and hear the Tv on, so I go to see if he is in the living room and find him asleep on the couch whimpering my name and rubbing himself against the couch in his sleep. I look at Derek with love and think how amazing he would look swollen with my pups. Derek snores and snaps me out of my head making me wonder where the hell that thought came from.

I walk towards him and lay a blanket over him and start preparing his punishment for when he wakes up. I run back out to my jeep and grab his bag that has his name on it which holds his collar, blindfold, leash and punishment paddle. I walk into the bedroom and set everything up as I think about how much I hate punishing him but he has to learn his place. We have these rules for a reason.

After everything is set up I go and sit next to Derek's head on the couch and run my fingers through his hair and softly try to wake him up. He whines and tucks his head into my lap not wanting to wake up. ”Der, Sweetie you need to wake up. The sooner we get your punishment over with the sooner we can cuddle for the rest of the night.” He growls slightly and gets up begrudgingly.

He walks into the bedroom and kneels down in his spot. I walk in and sit on the bed and beckon him over. He kneels between my legs and I put his collar on. He then lays across my lap. I then say, ”Since you listened so well when I woke you up, I will let you off easy but you still are getting 15 swats, 10 with my hand then the last 5 with the paddle.” He lets out a pitiful whine ”You have to count them though alright baby?”

He nods solemnly. He counted up to 6 before tearing up and by the time we started to use the paddle he was full on sobbing once he shakily said 15. I slid back on the bed and pulled him on top of me holding him as he sobbed. ”You did so well baby boy. Im sorry it hurts.” I whisper into his hair as I rub his back and gently massage his sore bottom. As he clings to me, his breathing slowly evens out and I hear his soft snores signaling that he has fallen asleep.

I gently roll him off of me and he instinctively curls into my side as I pull the blankets over us. I wrap my arms around him as he faces the other direction “ I love you Derek. I am so glad that we are mates even if you don't know it yet.” I mumble into his hair unknowing that he has heard every word I've  said.

Authors note: Thank you for reading this. This one was long but I thought it was time to put a mixed POV in.

Wow. Derek. I knew you needed to tell us something. Are you feeling better after your outburst in the car? Are you really gonna protect Stiles no matter what happens? And Stiles. You really care about him don't you? Did you really mean what you said about you both being mates? That is so sweet!

Next chapter I dedicate to Lizzie_grace1005 for her continuous support in the making of this book. As always, vote and comment more ideas and what you think so far. Thanks again and bye for now.