Alpha pt. 6
A/N: E/C = eye color
Scott quietly made his way downstairs to get a cool glass of water.
He sighed at the cold liquid running down his throat, his body still hot from his explicit dream.
It happened yet again.
Scott worked out at the gym, finished any homework assignments that were due, then got himself ready for bed.
Usually, they’ll start out normal until they don’t.
In the end, he wakes up with his body temperature at an alarming rate, his skin clinging to the sheets, and a boner so painful that he has to rub one out.
The worse that has ever been was when Allison slept over one time and he practically raped her in the middle of the night during his sleep.
She thought it was the full moon because Scott couldn’t bring himself to say that it was a result of a dream and he thought he was with another woman.
What was worse was the fact that the dreams were about Y/N.
It’s been going on for two weeks since Peter’s resurrection.
Now that he actually thought about it, he’s been dreaming about her when he found out what her name was.
There was something about her that was tantalizing.
He felt like he was drawn to her energy.
Scott wiped his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Dude, you look like shit”
“I feel like it”
The boys walked to their locker and placed things inside.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I can’t sleep”
This was the hard part.
He respected his best friend and he knew Stiles had a major crush on Y/N. "Strange dreams with snakes”
“Yep, big, giant snakes with pretty eyes and a nice smile”
Scott cursed under his breath as he realized that he had no idea how to go on from there.
“Snakes? With pretty eyes?”
“And a nice smile and hourglass curves”
“Anyway, I can’t sleep and I feel like I’m slowly cascading into a pit of black space”
“Maybe you should watch something before you go to bed to clear your mind”
“Maybe. I just might take you up on that”
Allison came up to Scott and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, guys are we doing that movie night tomorrow?”
Stiles twiddled with his thumb and rocked on his heels back and forth as he looked at Scott.
“Allison, Friday’s are generally reserved for boys night…”
“Yeah, why don’t you hang out with Lydia and have a, I don’t know…”
“A girls night! That could be fun, right?” Stiles jumped in to save him.
Allison formed her lips into a thin line, her dimple exposed.
“If you guys don’t want to hang out with me it’s fine. Just because I’m a girl, it doesn’t mean I’ll lash out at you guys”
Stiles opened his arms wide with a toothy grin on his face, “great, because we really did not want you to come”
Allison gave a dry chuckle and turned to look at Scott.
“Is that true?”
“No, in fact, you can come with us tomorrow. We weren’t planning on going out, just a plain old movie night”
Stiles shook his head no and made gestures that would generally mean: stop talking.
“Yeah, you can choose the movie and we’ll watch it”
“Anything for you”
Scott grumbled to himself.
Stiles only agreed to the movie night because he said he’ll do him favors for a whole month.
Right now, the favor was to “fetch” Stiles his lacrosse equipment from the car.
On his way to the parking lot, Scott heard a few shouts.
He recognized the voice from Jackson and the other as Y/N.
“Jackson, for the last time, leave me alone!”
“I don’t want to leave you alone, I love you”
“I don’t care”
“If you mean that, kiss me right now and I’ll know if you’re lying or not”
“Gross, I’m not going to kiss you”
“You know you want to”
Jackson grabbed Y/N’s wrists and tried to pull her in for a kiss.
She struggled against the stubborn boy.
He could smell her fear and frustration from where he stood.
An angering cloud formed itself inside of Scott.
Making him pour out the protective nature of the wolf.
Scott ran toward Jackson and pushed him off of Y/N.
“She asked you to leave her alone”
“Mind your own business McCall,” Jackson shoved him back.
Suddenly, he couldn’t hold back.
Scott lunged for Jackson and the two brawled in the middle of the hallway.
Lockers were dented and banged up from the fight.
The two were hauled away to detention along with Stiles, Allison, and Lydia.
Peter’s hands kneaded your shoulders as you looked at your reflection.
He prided in his puppy.
You were exceptional.
Peter just told you what he wanted and you found a way to get the job done correctly.
Sure your methods were unorthodox, and he had to inform you of a better way, but you were still a damn good investment.
“Why did you choose me?”
“Don’t test me”
He sunk his claws into your neck and bared his fangs.
You let out a shrill, weak cry.
“I will not ask you again”
He ripped his claws out and wiped the blood off of his fingertips.
“Remember your task. I expect top notch results”
Jackson let out a high pitched roar and left the now damaged library.
Scott fought the paralysis and looked for his friends.
Allison was slump on the floor and Stiles was thrashing his head to get out of a book.
Scott fixed them in a much better position the best he could.
“Where do you think he’s going?”
Stiles was dropping to the floor before Scott caught him and pushed him back in a seated position.
“I’m not sure”
“Scott, he was talking about his ex before he turned”
“I’ll be back!”
Scott jogged out the library and ran around trying to find Y/N.
He ran past the gym to find her stretching.
Her ass was raised in the air as she was in a downward dog pose.
His cock twitched at the glorious sight.
Scott snapped out of his trance and interrupted her stretch.
“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have seen Jackson or anything?”
Instead of replying Y/N took a swig of her water, sweat dripping down from her head and landing on her exposed breasts.
Scott scoffed and smiled when he realized what he did.
“Oh, why, hello Scott. How are you?”
“I’m managing, you?”
“Sweaty. Working out makes me hot,” she smeared the sweat on her chest and slowly rubbed it down.
Scott imagined her doing the same thing with his cum as he came on her chest.
“I-I, uh, I bet. You know what?” Scott started to back out, “Jackson doesn’t seem to have come through here so I’ll just be on my way”
As Scott turned away from her, she rushed over to him and turned him back around by grabbing his hand.
“I never got a chance to say but, thank you for intervening earlier”
He tried to focus on her smooth voice, her hot palm sending impulses up his arm to other parts in his body.
“I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t–”
“Hey, it’s no problem. I was worried that he was going to hurt you,” he squeezed her hand.
“You were worried about me?”
“Well, of course. I care about you”
Scott didn’t mean to say that out loud.
What was happening?
Y/N put her head down trying to hide a smile, she looked back up into his eyes, her E/C orbs twinkling in the light.
“Seems like I’ll have to repay you with a favor,” she stood on her tiptoes to plant a burning kiss on his cheek.
When she pulled back her eyes were transfixed on his lips then drifted back to his eyes, “someday.”
Scott released a breath he’d been holding at the sound of her seductive voice.
She let go and took a step back, “hope you find Jackson”
Scott quickly turned around, his golden yellow eyes glowing at his peaked arousal.
He left without saying goodbye, afraid that he’ll pounce on her and never look back.
“Scott, hurry it’s about to start!”
Scott grabbed the hot popcorn from the microwave and plopped on the couch.
Stiles skipped out on the movie, claiming that he had trig homework to do when he’s in pre-calculus.
Allison chose Fifty Shades of Grey to watch.
That’s what Scott got for letting her choose the movie.
She cuddled up next to him on the couch.
The movie stimulated his mind and he tried to focus on the images, Allison on his chest, his girlfriend that he loved very much, the one he fought so hard for.
Every time he did, it would be replaced with Y/N.
She was so sexy that it hurt— literally.
Scott’s pants strained a painfully hard boner for the girl, her lips still imprinted on his cheek.
He had to have some sort of relief and he needed it now.
Scott shifted so Allison could move in a proper position for him to kiss her.
He tried to be gentle and sweet at first but it was killing him.
The kiss became hungry, his teeth clashing against hers, biting her lips in an attempt to quench his thirst.
Scott pushed her so she laid on the couch while he roughly parted her legs, dragging her jeans off her body.
“Scott, take it easy”
He growled at her voice and pulled aside her underwear, ravaging her cunt in a way that an animal would a meal.
Allison threw her head back and moaned, her body giving into the animal that was supposed to be her loving boyfriend.
He’d never done this before and it took her by surprise.
Scott practically bit her clit and pulled back on it then flicked his tongue while shoving two fingers inside of her.
She didn’t know what to do at this point. Her body convulsed and jerked with everything he did, a tight sensation filled her stomach and she knew that she was coming.
Usually, Scott would wait for Allison to calm down a little before moving on but not tonight.
Tonight he kept going even when she squirmed around in discomfort.
Allison cried as she ripped through another orgasm, her body was ready to give up.
He got up and pulled her to him, charging into another furious kiss.
His hands traveled up through her hair, letting out a yelp when he grabbed a fistful and forced her on two knees.
She grunted and held onto the edge of the couch, “Scott, what are you doing?”
She tried to move but the werewolf pushed her and held her in place, pinning her to that one spot.
All Allison could hear was the sound of his belt unbuckling and a condom opening and him putting it on.
She was scared but at the same time, her pussy throbbed to be touched again. Not the way he usually does it but by the way he was acting now.
He parted her legs, pushed aside the underwear, and sheathed himself inside.
Allison let out a gasp, her mouth wide open with no sound able to come out.
He held on to her hips and slammed himself in and out, no intention of letting her adjust to his length.
Thoughts of Y/N ran through his mind.
It was her moaning, her sweet curves easy to maneuver as he pumped inside of her, the shape of her lips, and her warm, tight pussy welcoming him.
He grabbed her by the throat to pull her to his chest, his mouth right next to her ear.
The more he thought about her the more he squeezed.
Allison’s vision blurred, her oxygen was being cut off.
The repeated force of him hitting her womb, while strangling her slowly, generated a pleasure that made her understand fifty shades of grey a whole lot better.
Allison clawed at his hand but he didn’t let up.
The fear of dying while being fucked brought her to the edge.
His thrusts were more powerful and just when her vision blackened, his hand dropped giving her a chance to breathe.
Allison dug her nails into his thighs as the strongest orgasm rippled through her body in waves.
Scott growled as he shot six huge loads into the condom, the excess dripping onto the couch and the ground.
His legs wobbled at how much he came, he could barely make it to a bin to throw away the condom.
Allison struggled to catch her breath from the hardcore sex session.
There were no words to be said afterward.
The TV looped over the main menu, playing the same song over.
Lydia held her bag as she looked for her phone.
Allison told her about last night to explain the bruises around her neck
“He was so rough with me. It was like he became this whole other person that I didn’t know”
“Maybe he is”
Scott felt way better than yesterday.
He felt energized and awake. When he went to sleep after screwing Allison into oblivion, he had no dreams. None that kept him hot and bothered.
Once he spotted Stiles, he went over to him, leaning against his locker with a goofy smile on his face.
“How was movie night?”
“I can see that”
“You’re not mad are you?”
Scott narrowed his eyes at Stiles.
He knew him like the back of his hand, when he said he wasn’t he really was.
“Sure you are”
“I actually want to thank you”
"Well, for one, sparing me to be the third wheel in your sex-escapade”
“And two, I’m going on a date with Y/N!”
Scott dropped his smile and got off the locker, “what? When was this?”
“Yesterday! After you guys left, I stayed back to look over the bestiary, trying to figure out what a Kanima is truly capable of”
I was heading home when I saw a car out by the road
“Y/N, what are you doing here? What happened?”
“My car broke down. Do you think you can help me out a bit?”
“Yeah, sure,” Stiles put the emergency lights on and stepped down to see what the problem was. You shone a flashlight to help him see what was wrong with it.
“Don’t you ride a motorcycle?”
“It’s in the shop so my step-dad let me borrow one of his. You know a lot about cars?”
“Well, I drive one, so…”
“You do? Looks more like a golf cart”
Stiles stood up to look you in the face, he sucked his teeth and pointed at yours, “at least my "golf cart” doesn’t break down in the middle of the road"
You rose your arms in defeat and let out a chuckle, “You win Sassy Stilinski. I admit your jeep is one heck of a soldier”
Stiles fidgeted under the hood and slipped off his jacket when he got a little sweaty.
You watched as he worked, his muscles flexed every time he used a wrench to tighten a bolt, and even though he was just a lanky kid, you couldn’t deny that he had a nice toned body underneath the thin hoodies he always wore.
Stiles smirked when he looked back at you because while you were admiring him, you moved the flashlight away.
“The radiator is torn, even if you were to get it going, it would just overheat again and break down”
“Great, just great”
“I don’t mind taking you home”
“Yeah, my golf cart can make double the trip”
“Oh, ha ha, very funny”
“I’m here all night folks,” Stiles opened your car door.
I took her home and we started talking in her driveway. I took your advice and apologized for ditching her.
“Not sure if it’s too late but, I’m really sorry for leaving you all alone at the dance”
“A month later is not too late,” you said sarcastically.
“I know, I’m an idiot”
“I was actually going to say asshole but I guess idiot is okay too”
“You didn’t call or text me. You stopped saying hi to me in the hallways and avoided me like the plague–”
“Alright, I see where you’re going with this. Can I please make it up to you?”
“I want to take you out a real date”
“Think you can handle not ditching me again?”
Stiles chuckled, “I won’t”
“Is that a promise?”
“Kiss me then”
Stiles took a deep breath and looked at your lips.
His heart was pounding at the simple request.
Without wasting time, he cupped your face and kissed you with a purpose and an intention to make you pass out.
Your heart grew heavy, butterflies made your head feel dizzy, and your body instantaneously become hot with desire, making your woman clench with need.
Finally, he pulled away hesitantly, his lips magnetized to yours.
His eyes were now a wild brown color, his pupils dilated, irises blown with lust. The two of you panted softly. In a low whisper, Stiles said, “I promise” You cleared your throat and pulled the handle to get out, “right, okay, well you have my number, you can call, text–” Stiles nodded and agrees with you, “I’ll call. Or I’ll text–”
“Okay. Thanks for taking me home”
“Thank you so much, Scott. I’m not sure I could’ve done this without you.”
Stiles patted Scott on the back and left the angry wolf alone in the hallway.
Blood dripped down from his fist, his claws biting his skin to avoid ripping his best friend’s throat out.
But he shouldn’t think that way.
He was in love with Allison.
This is how it’s supposed to be, right?