Derek hasn't had the best track record when it comes to relationships. He is broken and he has yet to realize his worth. Sometimes we need to see ourselves from the eyes of the people we love to know we matter. It's about finding the strength to be...
A/N: This chapter is a sexy chapter. I try to be tasteful when it comes to these so I am sorry if you are looking for a more detailed experience.
Derek POV
I look at Stiles. My mate. My love.
I grab his face and kiss him hard and deep trying to convey my answer.
"Stiles, I love you so much. I want you with me always." I say looking into those beautiful eyes.
"I want you." Stiles says biting his lip.
"Go wait for me in the bedroom." I growl.
I notice my shifting has stopped. Funny how staying away from each other was actually making it worse.
I dry myself off and wrap a towel around my waist.
Stiles is laying naked on my bed. Confident, and ready.
I am on the bed now, towel thrown aside and we are making out.
Every sensation intense, and exhilarating.
Stiles hands are all over me. I can't get enough.
We stay hot and heavy for a good 30 minutes.
We are both panting. We are both painfully hard.
I'm wanting to be inside him, I am trying to be patient, but my wolf side is coming out.
"Stiles...are you sure?" I ask trying to keep myself in check.
"Yes." He says breathless.
He grabs my chin, looks me in the eye and says "Derek fuck me."
I am so gone at this point.
Stiles is trying to prep himself; he knows I am ready and losing my mind.
I close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I need to have some control; I do not want to hurt Stiles. I help him the best I can.
Several minutes later he says he is ready.
It takes all my strength to not just plow right into his warm depths.
I ease my way in and I am losing it.
"Easy Derek." Stiles hisses.
I slow down, he takes me in, we sit for a minute.
Stiles directs me to move and we are in sync.
My wolf is howling.
Stiles is moaning, and it's driving me crazy.
"Der..ek I am about to..." He tries to get out as he cums.
I feel the sticky hot mess on my stomach, but I keep moving. Stiles mouth is wide open and his eyes are closed. He's edging me on, with filthy words and praises.
I find my release. I am one with Stiles and I feel complete.
My claws are out, and my face has taken wolf shape.
I feel warm hands on my face, grounding me. I open my eyes.
I slide out of Stiles and lay next to him.
Next thing I notice is I am fully wolfed out.
Stiles POV
I feel wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. I am edging Derek on. He lets go and I open my eyes.
His face is shifting and I can see his claws. I cannot form any words so I just put my hands on his face.
He realizes and lays next to me.
I turn to him surprised that there is now a black wolf lying in bed with me.
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"Uh....Derek?" I ask.
He whines at me.
My life has really gotten weird, but I am too tired to worry about it.
I pet wolf Derek and lay my head in his soft fur.
I am comfortable and so tired.
I fall asleep.
Derek POV
I've never gone full wolf before. I didn't even know I could.
Stiles is laying on me, snoring.
I yawn, tired myself.
Hoping after our nap I am back to normal.
A couple hours later I wake up, Stiles head is on my chest and he is still snoring.
I look down at my chest it is no longer fur covered.
I sigh in relief.
I have no idea what happened, but I am glad that I am not a wolf forever.
