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He shifts in his seat, moving along with every bump, slow and hard. The countryside is beautiful, warmer here in Beacon than it is in Alopex, than what Prince Mieczyslaw is accustomed to.
Alopex is a peaceful, large country, but its high latitude means they spend most of the year covered in snow, and if it isn’t snowing, it most certainly rains, yet it remains bigger and bigger.
Every year they fight treacherous colds and every year they survive.
Every year they fight against other countries, provinces and continents, and yet they always win. No countries matches the powerful Nation that is Alopex.
It’s the reason why The Future King Of Alopex sits in front in a carriage, heading over to Beacon.
Beacon is even older than Alopex, by several centuries, it wins every war they get involved in yet they never start one, which is the reason for their rather small landmass, small compared to Alopex.
“It is rather painful, is it not?” Mieczysław says and Scott merely rolls his eyes at him. Scott is Mieczyslaw’s half brother, once The Queen Claudia died during childbirth, The King Noah remarried The Duchess Of Beacon, Melissa McCall, a year later Scott was born.
Mieczyslaw and Scott decided that his name shall match Scott’s better, so they devised Stiles, from Stilinski. It makes Stiles feel better.
It’s unfortunate that Stiles is a Beta, with his father being an Alpha and his mother being an Omega, it is expected that they would’ve had an Omega or Alpha son, and since Queen Claudia had died, with no more heirs except Stiles, they had to plan carefully.
Which is how, again, Stiles finds himself in the carriage moving through the beautiful hills of Beacon.
“Your Grace, I’d prefer it if you didn’t over imagine again.” Knight Jordan Parrish says, besides from Scott. Jordan is Stiles’ right hand man, his chaperone. An Alpha sent by King Noah as a protective detail. Jordan had fought in their last battle, gaining the entire land of Argentton.
Scott’s an Alpha and needs no chaperone, no protection, he has no expectations of him as Stiles does. He has no betrovals, he has the freedom, Stiles never had despite being from the same palace.
He can’t bring himself to hold it over Scott, it is not his fault. He knows that and yet he punishes himself with ideas of wanting to switch places.
“We will be in the royal place in a matter of minutes,” The Coachman says and Scott exclaims in happiness. Stiles peaks out the window, it’s a beautiful, large castle, nestled in between the mountains and forest, tons and tons of deep, deep forest. Hidden away.
It’s older and bigger than his own palace. It’s a beautiful castle, and Stiles can see himself spending time here, but he’s merely here to meet and hopefully marry Princess Cora. An Alpha. As of right now.
They sent out Stiles’ portrait along with the news that he was a Beta, once he had not presented, it was rare to present after you turn fifthteen. Stiles is now twenty-two. He’s a Beta. He accepted it.
They got very few replies, no one wants a Beta in their bloodline, not directly, not even if they’re royal like Stiles. Once Beacon had replied, saying that they had two royal candidates, they arranged everything for them to meet.
King Noah, his father, put the decision in his hand, he can marry whom he chooses, regardless of future pups. He need not be unhappy, but it was preferred that he married Princess Cora, as they should have legitimate children. Noah loves children, he often said it’s what mattered the most to him, he wanted to continue his sacrifice for his father the way his father had sacrificed for him.
It had worried them, mixing their bloodline with the blood of Werewolves. But as previously stated, they were all but forced to accept this. Stiles had to marry a royal for the sake of his country, he couldn’t marry a Duke nor a Baroness, regardless of second gender.
Once the carriage stilled they moved out, finally stretching their legs. They had set up a nice display outside of the castle entrance. The staff was lined up, trumpets playing.
“Your royal highness, of Beacon. Queen Laura Hale and her mate Queen Braden Hale.” An announcer said and out they came, walking forward, wearing the most exquisite gowns that Stiles had seen. Golden crowns with red rubies.
“Your majesties.” Stiles bowing, before finishing the sentence.
“Nonsense, you shall call me Laura, or Queen Laura, none of that.” Laura curtsies back. “This is my mate, Braeden.” She nods at Stiles.
“I’d prefer proper titles, it’s how we do it.” Stiles says.
Laura and Braeden share a meaningful look that Stiles cannot decipher, he remains quiet.
“Prince Derek Hale of Beacon.” Out stepped a man, clothes in black leather and a white linen shirt, he had shorter hair than most people, but not as short as Stiles’ buzzcut. Black like a raven, tan skin.
He had a small beard, nicely trimmed and the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Not matching Laura’s stunning, darker brown, which were equally as stunning.
He was handsome. Stiles swallows, and bows down.
“Your majesty.” He says. His voice feels suddenly dry, he tries to keep his voice calm. Ignore the sound of his heart beating in his ears. The sudden heat must be the cause.
Derek does not bow nor curtsy, nor does he tilt his head like Queen Braeden, he makes no effort of showing etiquette. Stiles wonders if he has somehow offended the prince, he knows Werewolves have their own rules, their own etiquette, he had stayed away from scented products, bathed repeatedly and did not touch anyone.
He wonders if he should be doing something more.
“And lastly, Princess Cora of Beacon.”
She does not walk, she sprints out. In her finest gown, her beautiful hair in the wind, she looks just like her older siblings, more carefree. She curtsies and smiles at him and says her hello.
“It’s an honor to be here on this fine day, in this fine country.” Stiles says. “This is my chaperon and right hand man, Knight, Master of Hunt, Jordan Parrish and my beloved brother, Lord Scott McCall.”
“He’s a knight and a Lord?” Cora asks, looking at him, at the same time Derek scoffs and says. “A master of hunting? Is that an actual thing in Apolex?”
“Master of hunt is a valuable position in Apolex, he leads the hunt, he was a strong warrior in our last war,-”
“Against the Argents, yes. I am familiar with that war. We did not think that your kingdom would beat it.” Derek says, and Stiles stares at him in disbelief.
Before he can respond Scott interrupts. “Here is trunks, is tradition that the Royal house, goes through them for,-”
Laura waves her hand. “If you had poison, we would’ve been able to smell it. If you deceive us, we will be able to smell it. You do not plan on betraying us do you, Prince Mieczyslaw?”
“No, Queen Laura. Traditions are to be followed for a reason, werewolf etiquette is new for us, please allow us to apologize for our mistakes.”
The staff takes the trunks into the castle. “Allow me to show you, your quarters.”
-.-
Stiles walks through the castle hallways, exploring is one of the things he enjoys the most. He gets to a tower and climbs up the stairs, the many many stairs, until he reaches a door. He knocks gently and it flings open, scarring him.
He takes a step back and composes himself. “Oh, Prince Derek, this is unexpected, Queen Laura said, that all of the royals had their chambers in the left wing.” Derek stares back at him, emotionless.
“This is private property, do you just believe you can prance around?”
“Queen Laura said that I could explore, it is not my intention to prance around.” Stiles bites out, he feels the hatred washing off Derek, it’s like an automatic trigger, without even meaning to Stiles feeds off the anger and shoves it back.
“God, you’re a mouthy one.” Derek says, steps away from the door, heading further into the room, Stiles follows him, taking the open door as an invitation.
It’s a small room, there’s a fireplace on one side, some painting supplies, some tools for woodwork, and numerous other things. “Oh is this how you occupy yourself?” Stiles says as he goes to admire the art.
He recognizes Princess Cora in one of them, stunning, very life-like.
There’s a painting of a wolf with a moon in the background.
Another is the view from the tower, gazing out onto the forest and mountain in the back.
Before he can reach out to look at the others, Derek slams him into the rock wall. Hard. Stiles’ does his best to steady his quick breathing, fear made his knees weak, he worried that he was gonna fall under Derek, onto the floor and humiliate himself further.
Derek snarls right at his face, his now Cobalt blue eyes, staring right at him, his teeth grew longer. He was just as beautiful in this form as his human one. He had seen paintings and sketches of Beta shifted werewolves, but this didn’t come close to that at all, no disappearing eyebrows, nor hair growth anywhere, despite the snarling. Derek didn’t actually look aggressive.
Stiles shakes his head and apologizes, Derek stares back at him and only responds. “Why did you actually come here? Alopex is a grand country, why do you wish to marry into our family?”
Stiles swallows and meets Derek’s eyes.
"Truthfully,” He swallows again. “I do not need to marry for peace but, but,- not many other countries wish to marry a Beta, into their bloodline, the ones that did reply were awful, they had rumors of being cold or aggressive. I worried, my father worried, that they were beasts.”
“So, you do not think us wolves are beasts?” Stiles feels himself gazing into nothing.
“Of course wolves can be beats, just as humans can be beats.” He replies in a hushed town, it seems to be the right answer as Derek lets go of his clothes but he does not move away.
“I see,” Is all that Derek says, and Stiles gets the feeling that Derek is not a very talkative man. He is at Derek’s court, in his castle, he needs to marry Cora to continue down his fathers bloodline. He can not let his mouth run, the way he does at home.
He nods and gazes down on Derek’s lips, those very, very nice lips.
“I come here sometimes when I wish to occupy my mind, I can't hunt all the time.” Derek says as he goes over to the fire, takes a hold of a fire iron and pokes at the fire.
The painting supplies did look aged, covered in dust. He must’ve moved on to something new. Stiles moves towards the main table, puts his hands on top of the table and it nearly swings due to the excess weight on one side, knocking a large barrel full of fresh water on top of him.
Derek lets out an annoyed breath but moves quickly, takes off his dark jacket, using it as a towel as he tries to pat Stiles dry. His eyes darken and he moves away from Stiles, going back to the fire.
“So what do you do now?” Stiles asks and Derek throws a log into the fire, watching it closely.
“Welding, I’m trying to make some jewelry and swords, daggers perhaps?. I’m not quite sure yet.”
Stiles lit up. “I understand, my father taught me blacksmith skills, although that wasn’t to occupy my mind,-”
Derek gazes back at him and frowns before staring back into the fire. “Then why?”
“Oh my father is an anxious man. He worries about me constantly, he wants to have peasant skills in case something were to happen, to the kingdom or if I get lost or kidnapped.”
“Do you think most peasants know how to do blacksmithing?” Stiles stills and shrugs. “He taught me other things as well, nothing too dangerous. We can’t risk harming me, I’m the last option for my bloodline.”
“That’s nice, you should go. Prepare yourself for dinner.” Derek says into the fire.
“Thank you, for your hospitality. Prince Derek.” Stiles says, bowing before heading towards the door. “You can just call me Derek.” He hears Derek say behind him.
“Thank you, for the permission. Prince Derek.” He replies, one last time, gazing back at Derek before heading down the stairs. He still feels unusually warm, he unbuttons the top two buttons before stopping himself. Damn this warm country.
He hadn’t packed for this, he wore layers on layers, he wonders how the werewolves do it, there are rumors that they run hotter than most humans. Alphas in general run hotter than Omegas and Betas, being an Alpha and a Werewolf must be a hellish experience.
He goes back to his quarters and changes his clothes. Still holding Derek’s jacket, he has made his bed comfortable, full of his scent, his fathers blanket, Jordan’s velvet vest, Scott’s white linen shirt that he wore a day ago. Derek’s jacket feels like the last missing puzzle piece. It smelled perfect now.
-.-
Princess Cora is kind and brave, headstrong and extremely pretty.
They hang out, they play chess together, attend the opera and sit next to each other during lunch and dinners for an entire week.
It’s nice.
There is no spark nor want from either side, and Stiles is more perceptive than he gets credit for, he sees Cora’s meaningful looks towards Lord Isaac Lahey, the way she smiles when he enters the room, how it disappears once he leaves.
It’s quite apparent that Lord Lahey feels the same way towards her, the only thing standing in their way is Stiles. They have what Stiles wishes he had, it’s the same type of love his parents had. He wants that so desperately.
It doesn't help that Derek is around every corner, hunting him down like a ghost. Whenever Stiles and Cora do everything, Derek magically appears. If he gets a drink or needs a moment of air, Derek is there.
If he didn’t know better he would assume that Derek wishes to be around Stiles. Everytime he runs into Derek, he somehow smells and smells better and better, a nice, warm scent.
Like a fire and freshly trimmed grass and the herbal tee Stiles drinks when he has night terrors. It’s strangely calming.
Whenever he runs into Derek, everyone seems to back away, throwing judgmental glances at them. He rarely speaks, when it does it’s typically sour remarks or a dry witted joke.
Scott tells him that Derek seems to like Derek, Jordan agrees with Scott.
No, he tells them that if Derek liked him even remotely he would know of it. Scott and Jordan ignore him and continues making jokes about Stiles and Derek.
-.-
Stiles climbs over the garden wall, and over the castle walls he went, landing on his butt on the either side, he had had managed to distract Jordan, leaving him to flirt with Cora’s cousin, Malia.
There is a lake not far away from the castle; he had seen it during his carriage ride to the palace. The lake surely had some crystals in it or some fancy rocks that he could give to Derek, for his jewelry and or weapon decor.
Maybe then Derek might grow on Stiles.
He ran and got there unharmed and unnoticed.
Stiles takes off his shoes and rolls up his trousers up past his knees before stepping into the water. It felt cold at first, slowly getting warmer as he grew accustomed to the temperature. Damn this heat.
He finds a few common quartz, they’re nice, he puts them in his leather bag that hangs off his belt, he finds two aquamarine pieces, and he finds a few nice rocks too, once he didn’t recognize but nonetheless he bags them.
There’s some sea glass, by the beach, hiding in the shoreline where the sand meets the water, he assumes it comes from bottles or broken windows. He makes sure to only take a few, leaving some for others to happen upon.
He walks out of the water and heads up past the sand and sits down in the grass.
“Stiles?”
Stiles spins around so quickly that his neck throbs in agony.
“Oh, Prince, Derek.” He says, relief floods through him.
He can practically feel Derek’s anger and frustration, from his tight, straight stand, his tone to his eyes tho’ light seems darker somehow. Stiles’ watches Derek closely, his eyes travels up and down, head to toe, and a flush creeps up onto Stiles’ cheeks.
He moves his gaze up away from Derek, back to the water.
“What are you doing here? By yourself? Have you no idea how dangerous it is for you to be here unprotected?”
“You are here, are you not?”
“I carry weapons, Stiles.” Stiles had spotted the sword that Derek carried on him.
“Perhaps I do,-” Derek grabs his arm and pulls him up onto his feet.
“You don’t carry weapons, ever.” Derek snarls at him.
“Did you follow me here?” Is the only thing that comes out of Stiles’ mouth, he can’t help but to feel flattered, protected by Derek.
“No,”
“No?"
“No, I felt,-” He takes a deep breath, “I felt that something was wrong, I searched the castle grounds, and a maid said she saw someone, trying to climb over the wall. I followed your sweet scent all the way here.”
Sweet? He had never been told that he had a sweet taste, most people said that he smelled neutral, joking that they couldn’t even smell him before they saw him, even Beta’s carries a neutral but kind scent.
“Why did you leave the castle?” Derek asks, dragging him back towards the castle.
“My shoes,-” Stiles looks back, his shoes left behind.
“I do not give a damn your shoes,”
Once they get to the castle entrance, they guards recognizes Derek immediately and
let them through.
Once they get inside of the courtyard, Derek spins around, his hand softens around Stiles’ upper arm and he meets Stiles’ gaze.
He takes a deep breath and both of his hands go up to his head, pulling him close, his forehead touching Derek’s. “Why did you leave the castle?” He asks again, whispering, his eyes are closed.
“I saw the water on my carriage ride, I wanted to get some stones, fo,-”
“You left the castle, you left me for stones?”
“I thought you could use them? For your jewelry, I found some more common crystals as well, I suppose they actually are from the mountains but made their way down,-” Derek opens his eyes.
He’s never been this close to anyone else, sure he and Scott spent nights together in the same bed as pups but it had never been like this, never. Scott didn’t look at him like this, full of worry, passion and like he valued him, found his ramblings impressive.
Why did Derek look at him like this?
“You wanted to give me stones?” Derek asks slowly, he looks down at Stiles and Stiles takes the opportunity and takes the bag, showing him.
“I hoped, wished, that perhaps it might make you grow fonder of me,” Stiles swallows. “If you are to be my brother-in-law,-” Stiles starts, a sentence silenced by Derek’s chapped lips against his own.
It’s gentle, nice. Derek’s lips slide against his one for a second. Stiles can feel his own heart fluttering.
Derek pulls away, smiling wide.
Stiles barley takes another breath before Derek’s lips are on his again, a chaste kiss once again, until Derek turns his head to the side, Stiles automatically turns his head to the other side.
Derek’s left hand goes up to Stiles’ hair, pulling him in, tugging on it. Derek’s lips open and his tongue moves against Stiles’ lips, he opens his mouth and Derek’s tongue seeks its way in, it’s demanding yet gentle and sweet.
Derek’s right hand is on his hips, pulling them hard into Derek’s body.
God, Derek is nothing but muscle, hard against Stiles’ body. He oddly tastes like honey and ale. Stiles’ can feel himself hardened in his trousers and before he can pull away in humiliation, Stiles can feel Derek’s hardened cock just above his belly.
Derek pulls away once again and smiles at Stiles.
Stiles’ mouth is left hanging, as he tries his best to say anything, but for the first time his mind is truly empty, there’s no thoughts nor distractions.
“I love the way you blush when you look at me,” Derek whispers, the words brushing right against Stiles’ skin. “I love the way that you smell so sweet for me, whenever you see me. It gets better and better every day.”
A creaking door opens and Stiles pushes Derek away, or more like Derek lets Stiles’ push him away, he’s not strong enough, Derek had to have let him do it.
“I apologize, your highness, I didn’t mean,- No I,-” He feels it, the second his mind comes back to him. “That was highly inappropriate.” He says, backing away, before running past Derek to get to his quarters.
He starts packing, he cannot marry Cora and destroy her love with Isaac, he cannot marry Cora whilst being infatuated with his older brother, it’s pathetic. Once it’s done he makes his way down to Laura’s quarters.
The butler won’t get him through without a proper announcement.
“Your royal highness, Prince of Apolex is here and wishes to speak with you.” He pushes his way through the guards before Laura can accept nor deny him.
“Ah, Stiles. To what do I owe the pleasure,” She waves at the staff and clears the room, and closes the door for privacy, she’s sitting by her desk, writing letters. She puts her quill down, and smiles, as she smiles she takes a breath in through her nose.
Stiles must smell for her face changes immediately, she gets up from her chair, lifting her red gown as she walks over to him.
“Queen. I wish to speak with you regarding Cora. I fear that I cannot marry her,-” His shirt collar is sitting too hard against his body, the material rubs against his skin in the worst way, it’s too hot. He fipples with the top button and forces it open. “And not for any particular reason, Cora is the loveliest and finest princess that I’ve ever met, I cannot for other reasons.” He stumbles through the words.
“Stiles, do you feel alright? You smell,-”
Stiles moves away from her hands. “God, werewolf senses.” He thinks to himself, Laura however raises her brow at him.
Laura’s eyes widened, “Ah, Stiles, you need to listen to,.-”
Stiles shakes his head, and closes his fists. “No, I have prepared everything. I will be leaving now. Thank you for your hospitality. I cannot marry Derek, I wish I could but alas I can not. It wouldn’t be right.” He forces out.
“Wait? Derek.” She smiles. “I knew I could smell him on you.”
“Derek?” Stiles feels confused. “No, I’m talking about Cora.” Stiles says, slowly, he feels confused, and dizzy. He swallows dryly. God, this heat is killing him.
“I will now prepare the carriage,” He forces himself to bow and as he does, pain shots throughout his body, as if there’s shattered glass everywhere inside of him.
“Stiles!” Someone calls, he can’t locate it, his vision disappears for a split second before returning. He musters out a faint smile before walking away from Laura.
He hears Laura’s voice from behind him as he’s walking away, he can’t make out the words, before he knows it the guards are coming up behind him, quickly, forcing themselves to pin down Stiles onto the cold stone floor.
-.-
When Stiles awakes, he’s no longer on the cold stone floor. He’s in a soft warm bed. He tries to open his eyes, they’re so heavy, he’s so tired. He hears muttering voices. He can’t make it out, he can’t make them out.
Stiles tries to move, but his eyes are tied to the bed. He panics, and forces his eyes open. It’s all blurring together, until it slowly becomes clearer and clearer, He’s in a bedchamber, but it’s not the one that he’s grown familiar with, he tries to focus.
It’s not Laura’s bedchamber either.
He sees three figures, by the door. He sees Laura first, he breathes out and tries to focus again. Jordan and Scott stand behind him. “Please, help me,” Stiles gets out, unsure of what he actually needs.
They all look at each other, and Scott speaks up. “Stiles, he’ll be here soon, he’s on his way.”
Stiles lets his head fall back onto the pillow. The door opens and he hears a commotion before the door shuts behind them. He tries to peek through his shoulder and the pillow. They’d all let him. They’d left him all alone.
He tries to quiet himself as he cries out in pain, every now and then a breeze would come through the window, blessing his skin. It felt heavenly.
It takes nine and a half minutes before he hears the door open.
He wants to lift his head and look at the person, defend himself and his honor, escape these wretched ropes, binding him to the bed. Where was the healer? Scott would never let him suffer like this, he wouldn’t.
His skin was burning from the inside,
His skin is tingly, sweat pouring out of him, fighting against the cramps, the burning sensation that’s coming from inside. He feels the bed lower slightly as someone sits down next to him and there’s a hand on his, rubbing it.
Has he always been naked? No, he could feel something itching on his lower extremities. He was wearing underpants. Soaking underpants, why were they wet?
Stiles lifts his eyes, away from the window, Derek sitting there, watching him closely. The second he spots him he fights his restraints, surely Derek would help him, surely Derek would fetch a healer or just hold him through the pain.
A moan comes out of him before Stiles can stop it, Derek’s touch is helping, he thinks. “Derek, please help me.” Something flashed in Derek's eyes and he moved quickly, shredding the rope with his nails.
“I think,” He moves towards Derek quickly, launching himself on Derek, the second his chest touches Derek's, all of his muscles stop working, and he goes limp in Derek’s arms. “I’m dying, please.” He groans out.
The fresh scent of Derek magically took away Stiles’ anxieties and worries. Something telling him that Derek knew how to help him. “I’ll help you, through the heat, don’t worry. You always smelled so sweet, all of this for me, huh.” He could feel the stubble of Derek’s beard against his neck. Tickling in the best way possible.
Heat? No Stiles didn’t get heats, he was a Beta.
“Beta, I,-” He tries to get out, the pain surrounds him.
“No, shh. You were just a late bloomer, I talked to Scott, you’ve been nesting since you came here, you just needed some Alpha pheromones to get you started. You started by rut. Stiles, you were just waiting for me.” He whispers.
Stiles’ body moves against Derek on its own free will until Derek holds him down, allowing Stiles to straddle him. A thought pops into Stiles' muddled brain. “What about Cora? I cannot marry Cora,- I,-”
Derek smiles as he quiets down Stiles, shhh-ing him. “She’s fine, she won’t mind, she likes another.” he whispers.
Stiles likes it when Derek whispers, there’s more words within his whispers as if he’s afraid to be noticed by others.
Derek moves Stiles onto the bed, settling him on his knees. “Hold onto here, I’ll help you.” Derek says, guiding his hands to the bed frame, where his hands had been tied just moments ago.
Stiles feels his underpants disappear completely, he assumes that Derek has used his claws once again. Derek’s hand is on him, on his cock, gently stroking it. It feels much better than his own hands, he usually does slow long strokes on himself but the way Derek does it, just feels better.
Stiles lets out a strange sound as Derek’s fingers tease at the slit of his cock, already leaking. “Derek, please.” He breathes out.
“Oh, say my name again, please, baby.”
“Derek,” Stiles says and he can’t hold it back, he comes. Stiles hears himself panting, he vaguely hears the sound of clothes moving. He glances over and sees Derek standing there, undressing himself. He feels something wet slide down his legs and damn, werewolf senses . Derek smiles at him.
Lord , he was in heat wasn’t he. How had his own healer at home not seen this coming?
“Oh, baby. You have no idea how good you smell right now.” Derek climbs on top of the bed, stroking Stiles’ skin everywhere.
God, he looks at Derek's, god, he’s bigger than Stiles. Uncut and thicker . He swallows hard. There’s no way he couldn’t fit Derek’s cook inside of him.
He’s hard again.
“You smell nice too.” He says, after he curses his embarrassment.
“I’m going to fuck you, it will make us both feel better. I’ll knot you, bind us, do you know what that means.” Stiles nods in agreement only understanding half of what was being said.
“Stiles, listen to me, do you understand, before I push you under the float?” Stiles wrinkles his nose. Float.
“Damn it, Stiles I need you to listen before my rut kicks in, I’ll be too far gone by then.” Derek says, moving his hands to Stiles’ hips, holding them.
“Please, Derek.” Stiles feels one of Derek’s lingers linger around his hole, playing with the slick, pushing in slightly. “Derek. I need you.” The finger goes further in and Stiles lets out a pleased moan.
“Arch your back for me, Stiles.” He follows the instructions.
“You’re soo good for me baby. Do you want me to add another one?”
“Yes, please, Derek. I need you inside of me.” Derek gently shoves one in, he can smell Derek’s pheromones, understanding how Omega’s and Alpha’s can go around knowing that they can smell like this, sound, feel this good.
Before he knew it Derek has a few fingers within it, it’s not enough, Stiles’ can feel Derek moving up on the bed, moving closer. “Stiles, do you want me fuck you?”
He let out a needy whine and Derek kissed his shoulder. “You were so good with Cora. You never stopped talking, said every possible word you knew, every thought you had. She said it was annoying. Talk for me, baby.”
“Derek, Please. I need your cock.” Stiles whispers, he feels Derek kiss his shoulder again. He felt Derek’s fingers around his hole, before Derek gently inserted himself.
He did it so slowly that Stiles’ couldn’t gasp until Derek was completely in him. Inch by inch, damn, this was happening too slowly.
Stiles tries his best to move, but Derek holds him tightly, “I’ll be slow at first. I need,-”
“No, not slow. Please.” Stiles cries out.
“Alright, trust me.”
He moves slowly, never pulling all the way out. Stiles tries to help him, he hasn’t done this with a man before, he had experimented some with Lady Heather but this was completely different, this was so amazing.
Stiles could feel the twitch of Derek inside of him, the slight curve of his tip punching into Stiles. Derek grunting behind him, trying his best to be gentle, he couldn’t bare hurting an Omega, he would never hurt Stiles.
Stiles could hear his own voice ring out, through moans and whines, begging for more, harder, faster.
Derek snapped, he pulled all the way out before shoving it back in, as deeply as he could. “Stiles, I need you, please.”
Derek needed Stiles?
He wanted to move, but moving meant stopping and he couldn’t do that.
“Derek?” Derek thrusted hard into Stiles, a breathy sound came out of his mouth.
“Please, I need your voice. Talk for me, baby.”
“Derek, please, I need more.” He begs quietly.
He doesn't know what to say, his mind feels as empty now as it did when Derek had kissed him in the hallways.
“Derek, I need you, please. Please Derek. I’ll do anything for you Derek.”
“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to resist you? When you smelled soo sweet, sweeter by the day, and when I could smell my scent on you, when you tried to court me with fucking rocks.” He trusted hard. “God, your Omega knew before you ever did. You’re so smart, so smart, and mine. Say that you’re mine Stiles.”
“Derek, yours, yours. I’m yours.”
“God, I nearly cried when I found out that you were coming here, too me.” Derek’s low tone said, right by his ear. “I saw your portrait and knew, I felt it. I hung it up, I watched it for months, waiting for you. God, I thought that I might’ve blown it when we first met, but you’re so stubborn.”
Stiles moaned again, he was close to coming again.
“I thought you wanted me to be the one talking.”
“Oh, god! Yes, continue talking Stiles, I’m so close, I’m gonna knot you, Stiles.”
“Yes, please, please. I’ll be soo good, Derek, Derek.” And slowly, the knot began forming inside of Stiles, thick, growing. God, it was soo big, before he could respond to it he felt Derek come inside of him.
Oh god. Stiles joined him, ejecting it all over the pillow. He fell down onto the pillows, managing to dodge the one covered in his come, dragging Derek down with him.
“That was so good, Stiles. You were so good for me.” Stiles shoved his back onto Derek, wanting to touch every inch of Derek. They laid there together, painting until they calmed down. Derek’s knot trapped inside of him. “Stiles if you don’t stop moving the knot won’t go down.” He whispered into Stiles’ hair.
“I wasn’t moving.” Stiles said, hiding his face in a pillow. God, had he been moving?
Stiles ran his hands down his body, landing on his stomach, the pains had disappeared, he didn’t even remember when they had subsided. He didn’t care.
Derek’s hand joined Stiles’ hands, holding him tightly. “Do not worry, you won’t be pregnant, first heats are always intense but it’s extremely rare for it to take, even if it’s werewolf sperm.” Derek says, once again, kissing Stiles’ head.
He hadn’t even thought about pups, about being pregnant.
Stiles swallows hard, anxiety flooding him. He was a used Omega, no one would want him. It was less desirable than a Beta.
He tries to stop the tears, but they leak, wrecking this moment.
“Stiles, are you in pain? What’s happening here?”
The words are caught in his throat, he moves to Derek as he’s trying to pull them apart, confused.
Derek spins him around, it burns for a second, then Stiles’ face is pressed into Derek’s chest, the tears covering Derek’s chest. “Nobody will want me now.” He manages to get out through the sobs.
Derek only laughs at him. “Stiles, I meant what I said earlier. You’re mine.” He says he wipes away Stiles’ tears on Stiles’ cheeks. “I am as much yours as you are mine.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yes, Laura is sending for your father, we will get married. I know how you are with your traditions.” He jokes.
“But you didn’t claim me, isn’t that supp,-”
“Stiles, I couldn't, not with you being so far under.” Stiles nuzzles into Derek, hiding his face between Derek’s chest and his armpit.
“Stiles, may I ask you something?” He hears Derek say after a minute of silence. Stiles doesn't reply.
“Why were you so set on marrying Cora? Why not me? Your Omega knew that he needed me before you did, why?”
“If I was a Beta, we couldn’t have pups, I just wanted to make my father, a grandfather.” Derek smiles from ear to ear. “So selfless, Stiles, the hero.”
He hugs Stiles harder and drags the covers above them before kissing Stiles, ready for round two.