Mark You As Mine (Derek/Scott/Stiles, NC-17) {Draft 1}

[derek_hale]

His teeth drag across your chest, and you know he can hear your heart beating.

You want to call out his name, but you're afraid he'll like it too much.

Fuck him, Derek's a bastard. You don't want to give him the satisfaction.

The bruises are settling already and you're sweating profusely. The air is hot, but you swallow hard, breathing deep as he covers your chest with his bite marks.

"Scott," he gasps, pulling away, his eyes red, the Alpha in him stirring.

A trickle of blood spills down the side of his mouth, and when he tries to speak you press your finger to his lips.

"Shut up," you command. "Please...don't talk". And just like that, he doesn't.

--

You hear footsteps coming closer, and your heart almost stops in your chest.

It's not your mom, or at least you hope it isn't. If it were her; she'd be calling out your name.

It's Stiles...you realise just when it's too late.

The look of shock on his face when he swings the door open tells you everything you need to know.

He's not gonna to be happy about this, and in a minute he's gonna go into a huge tirade, asking you a million questions that you'll be too dumbstruck and panic-ridden to answer.

But all he does is stand there. His eyes wide, hands in the air as if he were frozen in motion, it's like someone took a remote control and paused him right there in the middle of the room.

"What's the matter, Stiles?" Derek asks, a strong sarcasm in his voice that immediately gives you the hint as to what he'll ask next.

"You gonna stand there and watch, or have you come here to join us?"

(to be continued)