Derek's Pack Trilogy

by naaru

8 Feb 2017 4514 readers Score 9.0 (38 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Late April.

The Alpha saw the male he had chosen to be his bitch. A little bit skinny for sure, but nothing that a little bite and a healthy diet rich in protein won't fix.

He was lucky to find him alone and so fast. One strike would be enough. He settled for the thigh.

Mid June.

"The movie was crap," Stiles laughed as he and Scott walked back to his jeep.

"You picked it, your own fault," Scott joked.

"I know, I know, but still," Stiles caved it only half-heartedly.

"Well we needed a movie at the right time," Scott offered as he saw the sun go down.

Stiles sighed. "I know. Still…"

Stiles' eyes became round and his skin got even paler than usual. He cringed and let out a wail that spoke of pure pain. He wrapped his arms around the stomach as he sank down.

Scott felt the blood leaving his face; he knew instantly that it was cramps that he had and he knew how they felt.

"When…?" Scott couldn't bring himself to ask for more.

Tears filled Stiles' now yellow eyes as he responded in a shaky voice. "About two weeks ago, while I tried to sneak back home."

"Why didn't you tell me," he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I…" Stiles came no further as another wave of cramps came upon him.

Scott tried to reach him and take him into his arms, maybe his boss could help.

As his fingers were inches from Stiles' agonized form sharp pain sliced through his body. He felt how he was lifted off the ground, pain radiating from his waist area. In his pain riddled mind he still had enough logic thought to realize that he was lifted using the very object that was used to impale him.

Before he could react in any sort of counter maneuver he got thrown with inhuman speed at the next car.

One moment, Stiles was getting ready to get up and run to Scott and the next he found himself flat on his back with over two-hundred pounds of angry and naked Derek on top of him. He let out a gasp of shock as his body slammed into the hard ground; the pain of the impact made him momentarily forget the pain caused by the cramps. Shocked and more than a little turned on, he instantly wrapped his arms around Derek to hold him closer; his cloth-covered arms nonetheless felt the intense heat of Derek's flesh. A move surprising him totally but which didn't seem to irritate Derek at all.

Derek gazed down, his blue eyes alive with a feral possessiveness that should have terrified Stiles. It didn't though. Instead, it sent desire running through his body.

Derek leaned in until his lips were inches from Stiles' ear. "You belong to my pack, so why do you have the smell of another male on you?"

A head-to-toe shiver of passion danced down Stiles at those words. "I didn't know that it was forbidden."

What are you talking there Stiles? 

A low, animalistic growl was his response. "I should rip him apart for touching you. But I will do something much more final and way more satisfying."

His tongue licked a trail of fire from his collarbone and up to his neck. He shivered and those big hands traveled a few inches on his thighs to his ass, at the same time grinding down on Stiles so that their bodies aligned better.

Against his expectations, he rubbed himself against the hardness in Derek's groin area. His fangs elongated and his vision changed to a crimson red.

He could feel the muscles of his arms flexing as Derek grinded against him again, making him shiver. Derek grabbed the upper edge of Stiles' shirt and ripped it in half. When he bent to kiss him, their lips mashing against each other, he felt the fangs in his mouth. His tongue flickered over them and Stiles could tell that they were longer and more curved than his own.

His legs wound around him, pressing firmly.

His hands swept over his curves and squeezed one of his pecs, he arched into the touch. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard and so long, you're gonna forget that any other male ever touched you," Derek growled.

Derek let go off Stiles and flipped him onto his belly. Derek tore his clothes off with brute force and the scent of arousal filled the space between them.

Gazing down Derek stroked his hands over Stiles' back, squeezing and kneading his ass. His moans started up again as he lifted the hips toward him. Almost cross-eyed with lust, Derek looked at that ass with that enticing hole. He pressed the cheeks apart and stared at the tight pink asshole. He blew on it and Stiles jerked. When he slid his tongue into that hole, licking the rosebud, Stiles began to shout, the feeling was like nothing he had ever felt before. Derek continued to lick his hole, forcing his tongue down into the ass.

Derek positioned his hips so he could position his cock to thrust full tilt into his now wet hole. The flesh gripped him tightly and he closed his eyes for a moment, resting his forehead on Stiles' shoulder. Stiles let out a startled half yelp, half moan. Derek's hands tilted the hips and he pressed his cock deep inside in a single thrust. The feel of this hole clenched around his cock sent waves of sensation through his big body. He licked the shoulder at the place he planned to place his teeth, growling roughly as he fought to keep his urges at bay and keep from exploding into orgasm in that wet heat. His eye side turned crimson and he knew it was time.

Stiles' hips pushed back into his. He hissed in pleasure. He rocked his ass against Derek, who raised his head, grabbing Stiles' hips in his now clawed hands so he could thrust into him faster. He began moaning loudly, and Derek lost it. He growled deep and menacingly, stating clearly that Stiles was his. He was on all fours, his body shaking as he pushed his ass rhythmically against Derek's, who knelt behind him, his thighs and buttocks clenched tight as he thrust roughly into the ass. Derek's claws were close to cutting into the soft flesh, on some spots already leaving imprints. He fucked Stiles hard, pushing his head ever closer to the ground as he slammed into him repeatedly.

Stiles didn't care that he got fucked rough and hard in the middle of a parking lot. Stiles' eyes rolled back in his head and he felt his body further as the head of Derek's cock hit his prostate. He filled him so tightly it bordered on pain. Taking someone as big as that without any warning had driven every ounce of air from his lungs.

Derek held him at the perfect angle and he wondered how many girls he'd fucked in this position.

Sounds of pleasure emerged from him with every rough twist of Derek's hips and thrust of his cock. Thrusting against him, his hole gripping him tightly, his lust-swollen flesh was aching for release. Derek's claws slightly dug into Stiles' flesh and a loud groan escaped him as pain mixed with pleasure.

Derek roared as he thrust into his channel. He instinctively clamped down on his pistoning cock at those sounds, making it even tighter for him.

Being taken by Derek out here in the open actually made him horny and filled him with adrenaline and lust. Stiles ignored their single audience, pushing himself against Derek's hard body. The sound of his rough grunting filled his ears and he moaned again as Derek flexed within him. Heated waves of pleasure lashed him and he roared into the night, feeling his face shift, his claws extending fully and hair sprouting on his face.

He had never known that he could be so wild and uninhibited. Derek awakened a part inside of him he never knew existed.

"Bite me," he begged. "Please bite me." He didn't know why he wanted this; all he knew was that it felt right. If Derek bit him, he would come.

Derek had finally fucked Stiles' face onto the ground with his rear end high in the air. He pulled his hips back against his own and thrust the entire length of his cock into his throbbing hole. Reaching between his legs, Derek found his cock drenched with fluid. His own hard-on had him stretched tight and he knew Stiles had never taken someone as big as him before. Instead of that thought making him ease up, it had the opposite effect, and he pounded his cock into him, determined to mark him as his. Stiles' constant begging to be bitten made him eager to end it now. With a growl, he sank his teeth hard into his shoulder, drinking his sweet blood.

Stiles roared as the orgasm came upon on him suddenly; pain and pleasure radiating from where Derek's teeth were embedded into his flesh. He jerked beneath him, digging his claws into the asphalt as his asshole clamped down on Derek's cock, who continued to thrust into Stiles and he felt the heat rising swiftly in him again.

Derek couldn't take it anymore. The ass squeezed him like a juicer squeezed oranges. His balls tightened unbearably. Roaring so loud it rattled the glass of the cars around them, his cock erupted into the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. He shook with the force of trying to contain his human form, but he felt the battle losing, fur began to sprout on his back and his mass increased. He felt himself throbbing inside him, pulsing with each gush of his seed. Derek pumped his cock into that ass one last time, his orgasm bursting over him, when he finally shifted fully. He left Stiles' body, erected himself and roared into the night. He had made him his bitch.

* * *

He liked it, Scott couldn't believe it, but Stiles actually liked to be fucked into submission. He hadn't even tried to stop Derek from ravaging him. As inexperienced as he was he knew how it looked when a boy had no desire to not be fucked.

Scott had been unable to move during the whole ordeal, the pain of the impalement still too big even after he had freed himself from the metal pole and his wound hadn't yet healed, so all he could do was laying there and watch.

Watch as the two indulged in their urges, emitting deep sounds that could be interpreted as groans or pants, maybe even growling, sometimes. Derek had thrust hard into Stiles, his thigh slapping against the buttocks as he drove into him time and again, Stiles was willing, without a doubt. He had opened himself to him and enjoyed everything done. Scott wasn't sure what he saw, but it made his blood boil and not in a good way. Seeing Derek, red-eyed and claws extended, thrusting into his best friend, who was clawed, fanged and yellow-eyed now – his face as distorted as Scott's had always been – moaning and roaring his pleasure into the night made Scott's own fangs extent and his vision go red.

As Derek came his body started to change further than just eyes, claws and teeth. As he left Stiles' body he shifted further and further. His back developing an even thicker fur, his feet elongating just like his face; his skin darkening and the muscles growing. As he stood up he emitted a roar that was shaking Scott to the core.

He didn't know why and how but he just knew that Derek had stated his ownership of Stiles now, the same Stiles who had been his best friend only moments before and know was practically throwing himself at Derek. Already he got up and looked at him with what Scott could only describe as a mixture of lust and devotion. He was all Beta now, facial hair, claws, yellow eyes, bony and distorted brows.

Scott felt the rage within himself rise and let out an ear-splitting roar. At the sound both their heads spun simultaneously towards Scott.

They studied him for a second or two and then advanced.

by naaru

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