The Fox and The Wolf - Book Two {Sterek}

Chapter 25: The other banshee

Forewarning: sexual content in this chapter.

"Are we sure this is a good plan?" I asked for the 10th time. "I really think they need more backup."

"Sam, Dean and Cas have been handling supernatural and crazy human crap for a hell of a lot longer than we have," Stiles argued. "They'll be fine."

"I still don't like it," I grumbled. Stiles narrowed his calculating, whiskey eyes at me as he studied my expression. Then, a smug little smirk grew on his face. I frowned at the look.

"You like them," he taunted, jabbing a finger into my bicep. "Mr. sourwolf-I-hate-everyone, is worried about the Winchester's."

My hands tightened on the steering wheel and my teeth ground against each other. But I knew he was right. I did like them, and I am worried about them. They're going in alone!

"Just shut up Stiles," I seethed, and he snickered.

We were sitting in the parking lot of Eichen house, watching as Sam, Dean and Cas all approached the building cautiously. The rest of the pack was scattered in vehicles throughout the parking lot. At least we were here- in case anything happens. Mind you, if they put the building in lockdown we wouldn't be able to get in and they'd be on their own anyway. I huffed a frustrated breath out of my nose as they disappeared into the building. Now for the most excruciating part... the waiting.

"I know, I hate this part too," Stiles said, laying a hand on my arm. His thumb gently rubbed my skin, leaving tingly trails in its wake. I was watching as Stiles eyes went from focused to sinfully playful. Oh boy. My stomach flipped at the sight. "Whatever could we do to pass the time?" He wondered, fingers on his chin as if he were deep in thought. My eyes immediately flashed to his full, pink lips. Those lips that looked so sweet and innocent until he opened his mouth and the sarcasm came pouring out.

Heat curled inside of me at his insinuation and my eyes flashed before I roughly took his face in my hands. There was a sinister grin on his face that made goosebumps rise on my arms. Why can't I resist him? I wondered... knowing that we should be focusing on the task at hand. But I couldn't stop, not when he was looking at me like that. Not so sweet and innocent after all.

"I might have a few ideas," I said in a deep murmur, making my mate shiver deliciously. I let my hands trail down the sides of his neck and dip underneath his shirt.

"Don't let me hold you back," he whispered unsteadily, his eyes begging.

I grinned menacingly and crashed my lips against his in a heated kiss. He gasped at the sudden contact and melted under my hands, leaning into my touches and tangling his fingers in my hair. He gave several little tugs that made me growl hotly. My hands moved up to the back of his neck again, pulling him impossibly closer. The centre console was making it slightly awkward, but neither one of us cared. His hands left my hair to reach for my shirt, pulling it up so that he could run his hands across my abs and chest. I smiled into the kiss and moved my hand down to the button on his jeans, expertly popping it open.

I pushed his pants and boxers down slightly before pulling his dick out. It sprang from his pants and stood at attention, begging to be touched. Stiles hissed against my lips as his throbbing cock was met with the chilled night air. I pulled out of the kiss and trailed my mouth down his neck, eliciting several perfect moans from his mouth. The sounds brought a needy groan out of my own mouth. God, his sounds. Every moan was like injecting fire in my veins.

"Der," he whined, wiggling under my mouth as I slowly continued my progress down his neck and shoulders. "Please."

"So impatient," I whispered, and bit down on his shoulder. He groaned and his dick twitched in response, making me growl with anticipation.