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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Allison_Argent/Derek_Hale, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent/
      Derek_Hale/Scott_McCall, Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Allison_Argent, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski, Gerard_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      Angst_and_Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Jealousy, Claiming,
      Scent_Marking, Pack_Dynamics, Wolf_Pack, Porn, Season/Series_02_Spoilers,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon
  Series:
      Part 3 of Blood_Red_and_Cyan-Eyed
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-03 Words: 4911
****** Envy ******
by Ebyru
Summary
     Allison goes to Derek's house in search of Scott.
     She finds out about the little meeting between Scott and Derek, and
     her reaction isn’t quite what Derek expects it to be.
     Excerpt: "Allison is seated on Derek’s lap in white, lacy underwear,
     in the middle of dragging Derek’s shirt over his head. Derek doesn’t
     stop the movement, tossing his black t-shirt to the ground when he
     sees it’s just Scott. But Allison looks like she’s been caught with
     her hand in the cookie jar."
Notes
     un-beta'd because...I can't find a proper TW beta. Help?
     This is set around episode 4 of season 2.
     If it's unrealistic, I apologize. lol.
     **In my headcanon, werewolves cannot have babies with anyone but
     their own - that's why they're not using condoms. >D
     The next one in the series is Jackson/Scott/Stiles.
See the end of the work for more notes
Allison doesn’t get caught, but Gerard almost notices her hiding underneath his
bed. What he sees instead is the case where he keeps the bestiary, and how it’s
wide open. Gerard looks around the room, frowning, and Allison covers her mouth
with both hands so she won’t be found out. He grumbles something under his
breath, and secures the case with two, silver locks that he clicks in place. He
slides the keys into his pocket, and leaves the room.
There’s no way she can get that book on her own now.
 
---
 
Allison is at Derek’s doorstep, still feeling a bit nervous because of the
incident with her grandfather, but mostly because Derek makes everyone a bit
jumpy. Plus, he doesn’t seem to like Allison very much – since she distracts
Scott all the time.
But if Scott isn’t at his place, or at Stiles’s house, he has to be here with
Derek, right? And she needs Scott’s help if he wants to get that bestiary, and
find out about that weird lizard creature.
Allison knocks a few times, but there’s no answer. The house is creepier than
she remembers it being; all old, creaky and burnt. It’s not a very welcoming
place. It wouldn’t make her want to visit the Alpha if she was part of his
pack. Derek can’t be that bad, though. Stiles and Scott seem to like him well
enough. Enough to help Derek when he needs it, at least.
She knocks again, and there’s still no answer. The door creaks open slowly
after a moment and Allison takes it as permission to go inside.
Derek is hiding near the bottom of the stairs – he feels safer that way – when
he sees Allison coming in through the front door.
“Hello? Scott? Derek?” Allison glances around, toying with the loose threads of
her sweater. “Is anybody here? I need to talk.”
Derek growls, low enough that she wouldn’t hear, and shoves his fists into his
pockets. He knew that Scott would have to tell her eventually – seeing as
they’ll probably be having sex again soon – but he hoped Scott would wait a
little. Just long enough for them to figure out what that weird creature is.
Stupid Scott and his loyalty that trumps the bond they have as pack. But,
that’s right, Scott doesn’t consider himself pack yet…
Allison huffs out a humourless laugh, leaning against the wall of the front
entrance. “Guess no-one’s here yet.”
“I am here,” Derek corrects, stepping out of the shadows. “I didn’t want you to
find out right away, but I guess Scott couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”
Allison’s brow creases. “What? What are you talking about, Derek?” She pushes
off of the wall, walking toward Derek. He meets her half way.
“Figures he wouldn’t really say it clearly.” Allison shakes her head like she
doesn’t understand, and Derek rolls his eyes. “I’m talking about your boyfriend
having sex with me and Stiles.”
Allison’s eyes widen, and she blinks a few times, her eyes welling with tears.
Derek continues, “It’s not how he probably made it sound. It was a bonding
thing. It’s normal for pack members. I told him he could leave. I knew he’d
feel bad about it because of you.” He doesn’t mean to say ‘you’ in such an
aggressive way.
Allison licks her lips, frowning, staring at the ground for a moment. She opens
her mouth to ask for details, to demand he spell everything out, but she can’t
get her tongue to work. It takes a bit more swallowing and silence until she
can speak. “Tell me everything.”
Derek looks taken aback, but he nods to let her know he gets it. If she wants
to have nightmares, or whatever imagining your boyfriend having sex with other
people can do to your mind, that’s her own business. It isn’t Derek’s fault
that Scott stayed, and he doesn’t feel bad about it. That’s where Scott
belonged. That’s where he still does.
“I was in the room with Stiles. My Betas had put their scent on him, so I was
covering it with my own. I must have called Scott by accident when I started
marking Stiles, and he showed up at the window…” Derek trails off when he sees
Allison swaying on her feet. “You sure you want to know?”
Allison nods her head fervently, leaning on the bannister of Derek’s staircase.
“I’m fine. Tell me the rest.”
“Okay, suit yourself.” Derek sighs, trying not to let her reaction dissuade
him. This is what pack does; this is natural. She’s a human, that’s why she
doesn’t get it. Stiles is…an exception.
“I was opening Stiles up with my fingers, and that type of scent would be hard
for any wolf to ignore. When Stiles came in my hand, Scott helped me clean my
fingers up, and then he started kissing me, kissing the taste of Stiles out of
my mouth.”
Allison tilts her head down, letting her hair fall in her face. She can feel
her skin burning, and it’s not because of anger like she expects it to be.
She’s not sure why yet. “Yes, and what else?”
Derek leans in, trying to see her expression, but she won’t let him. She keeps
turning away. It’s her funeral then. “And then Scott started kissing Stiles,
claiming him, too. He wanted his scent all over Stiles like I did. It’s to show
the other wolves who has the right to touch Stiles most often.”
Allison nods, leaning her back against the bannister. “Did you…with him?” She
can’t even say what she wants to ask, her fingers trembling as she fists her
sweater.
Derek doesn’t look at her, but he tells her what she wants to know. “They got
each other off, and then they gave me a blowjob. Scott fell asleep with Stiles,
and I left. I don’t know if they’ve been continuing since.”
Allison gasps, covering her mouth. Her lashes are wet with tears, but they
still haven’t fallen. Derek wonders if Scott really did tell her. He panics for
a moment when he realizes her blank stare probably means Scott has been keeping
it a secret.
“Allison–”
Allison shakes her head, swallowing loud enough that her throat clicks. It’s
all so surreal, so unexpected. She’s still not angry, somehow. Derek watches
her, silently, listening to her heart beat at a frantic pace. He doesn’t sense
any anger, surprisingly. He waits for her to say something, but she stays
silent, processing it all.
Scott has been acting off lately, and she hasn’t been talking to him about it.
There’s been so much going on between them and everyone else they know. It’s
been hard for her to keep track of what’s up and what’s down. Allison hasn’t
been feeling like herself either. Ever since that time she broke up with Scott,
she’s been getting closer to other people. People like Jackson, Lydia, Stiles.
She’s been wondering how close she could get, if it would be fair if she kissed
one of them, all of them, to make up for the time Lydia kissed Scott. Scott
gets everyone he wants – even Derek now. Allison is hurt, frustrated. But above
and beyond those things, at the pinnacle of her collective miseries, she finds
jealousy.
Why couldn’t she be included in the marking, claiming, and the sex? Why can’t
she be a human pack member like Stiles?
Allison is shaking so hard, the emotions bubbling up, threatening to stop her
heart or break it – whichever happens first. Derek’s eyes soften and he reaches
out a hand, when he sees her grip slipping on the bannister. He helps her sit
down on a step, and gives her space in case he’s the one making her feel this
way.
“I’m sorry, Allison,” Derek mutters, brow furrowed. “I thought he told you. He
tells you everything.”
Allison scoffs, griping her knees, pulling her legs closer to her body. “No.
Not when he doesn’t want to share.”
Derek’s watches her intently, lips parted in surprise. “What?”
Allison’s whole body is quivering, and she can’t make it stop no matter how
much she wants to. It’s hard to come to terms with wanting other people. How
can she be mad at Scott when all she wants is to take Derek and Stiles from
him?
“I love him so much,” Allison whispers, looking at some point far away, “but I
want other people in my life, too.”
When she starts hyperventilating, her breaths coming out ragged and loud enough
to scare anyone, Derek forgets about personal space. He brings her in close,
wrapping his arms around her, and her fingers instantly cling to him, grabbing
on to his leather jacket. She strokes the material, hiding against his wide
chest, letting him tangle his fingers in her hair.
She needed this, and couldn’t come to terms with it until today. It helps that
she’s always been curious about Derek.
Allison pulls away a bit, just enough to look up at Derek, her eyes boring down
into his soul, telling him things he doesn’t quite get. The look in her eyes
frightens him, reminds him of the strong women in his family. And for a moment
he thinks she might actually be able to puncture his chest with her fist, to
kill him then and there. Instead, her fingers drag across his stubbled cheek,
and she leads him in for a kiss.
Derek breaks it off quickly, confused at that, and Allison looks devastated.
Her cries are so soft that she can’t even tell if they’re her own. She didn’t
feel this broken this morning, but Derek – his reaction hurts so much. She had
a feeling he wouldn’t want her, but she hoped, she was wrong. She’s always
hoping that she doesn’t know better.
“Am I not part of you? Am I that useless?” Allison tries to fight her way out
of Derek’s hold, but he won’t let her go.
Derek’s startled, feeling protective for some reason, needing her to stay where
she is. He tightens around her. She feels warm, compassionate in the same way
he remembers Laura being. Allison is family. Maybe she’s always been, and he
was too oblivious to notice.
“Yes, you are-” Allison cries harder, misunderstanding. “I meant you’re part of
us!”
Allison doesn’t wait for Derek to continue, just yanks him in by his jacket,
licking inside his mouth with as much heat as the first time she gave herself
to Scott. Derek growls as he senses her intent, careful not to claw down her
arms when he touches her, and nips her lips, licking down her neck. He rips her
sweater down the middle so he can taste her bare shoulders and chest, biting
into the flesh of her breasts when she arches closer for it.
“Derek,” she pants, scraping blunt nails down his scalp. “Derek, please.”
Derek looks up into her dark eyes, kiss-swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and
almost loses his mind. What does it, though, what really pushes him over the
edge, is the sweet smell of her arousal steadily drowning his senses. She
smells like honey and sweat, and Derek wants to eat her until there’s nothing
left. He drags his teeth over her throat.
“What do you want?” He growls out, feeling her vibrate under him with need.
“Take me to bed, Derek, please. I want you to mark me,” she pleads, breathless
and lost in the rush of feelings. She needs Derek to pin her down and tame it,
claim her, make her his, just like Scott does.
Derek isn’t sure Scott’s ready for that, if Allison is. She wants to be part of
the pack, but Scott is fighting it still. And whatever he does, Stiles and
Allison will do, too, because they follow him. They’re their own pack, and she
probably didn’t realize.
“Are you sure? I don’t-”
“I’m absolutely sure. I want this, Derek. Alpha.”
It’s too much; she’s too much. Derek is throwing his head back, howling. She
giggles, and he throws her over his shoulder so fast the wind knocks out of
her.
There’s no stopping an Alpha once he’s started claiming, but Allison seems
perfectly okay with that when he drops her on his bed.
 
---
 
Scott’s kissing Stiles senseless in the men’s bathroom, nails digging into
Stiles’s pale, thin hips. Then, he gets a text from Allison.
He tells Stiles about it, and Stiles says he should go find out about what
she’s found, but Scott can’t tear his eyes away from Stiles’s puffy mouth.
“Five more minutes,” Scott begs, leaning in, “and then I’ll go.”
Stiles laughs, pressing his head back against the stall door. He’s baring his
throat to Scott, just for a little payback. “You’re already going to leave me
with an epic case of blue balls, Scott. Shouldn’t you leave so I can start
fixing the damage?”
Scott eyes the bulge in Stiles’s pants. “I could fix it for you?” Scott sing-
sings in reply, voice totally innocent and genuine. He’s trying to be nice and
not dump Stiles all the time for Allison like he used to. Things are different
now.
“God, you don’t even know how much you’re ruining my life.” He pokes Scott in
the chest. “Maybe I liked it better when you were ignoring me to get in
Allison’s pants.” Scott frowns, his bottom lip sticking out like a little kid.
“Oh my god, Scott, I was kidding. Don’t do that, it’s seriously worse than
Derek’s death-glare.”
“So…you like kissing me?” Scott tilts his head, half-smiling.
Stiles rolls his eyes, gesturing down at the massive bulge.
Oh, yeah. Scott almost forgot about it; too busy being mesmerized by Stiles’s
pink lips.
“Okay, I’ll leave now. But I’ll make it up to you. I promise!”
Stiles sighs, waving an arm. “Yeah, fine, whatever. Just go see Allison. It
sounds like it could be important.” He scrubs a hand over his shaven head then
glances down at his pants. “And, let me know if anyone’s in the hall.”
Scott steps out, looking both ways. “You’re safe. Everyone’s gone already.”
“Good. See you later.” Stiles unzips his pants and slides his hand in.
 
---
 
Scott texts back, asking where she is, but Allison doesn’t answer. He starts
looking for her at the usual spots: her place, Lydia’s, Scott’s front porch…
But she’s nowhere. He’s just about given up when he hears Derek howl again. But
it’s at the Hale house this time, so it can’t be Stiles.
 
---
 
Allison helps rip her sweater off the rest of the way, while Derek gnaws on her
chest through her white, lacy bra. When he bites down, she gasps, throwing her
legs around his hips, burying her hands in his spiked hair.
“Derek, I hate you right now,” she moans, tugging on his hair gently. “I’m so
wet. Please, please, please, do something about it.”
Derek cuts the front of her bra open with a claw, finding the soft flesh of her
breasts, sucking one of them into his mouth. She cries out, legs tightening
around him, and he growls in warning when she tugs too hard on his hair.
“Sorry.”
He lets go of her right breast when it’s slippery and flushed from his
ministrations. Grabbing the other, he laps his tongue across her nipple until
she sounds like she’s weeping, crumbling apart in his hands. His teeth sink in
to the pink nub, and she screams, her body thrumming and squeezing around him
so hard he can’t breathe for a moment.
“I can’t-” Allison pants, eyes taking their time to open, “I can’t believe you
made me come like that.”
Derek’s eyes trail down her body, a small smirk on his lips, and his hands
follow her curves, just as thoroughly. He holds her thighs apart, pushing his
nose up against the seam of her pants, breathing in the wetness he can
practically taste. Allison whimpers, hands grappling in the sheets.
Looking at her through crimson, lust-blown eyes, Derek asks, “Ready for round
two?”
 
---
 
Scott leaves his bike at the front door, and lets himself in. He figures he’s
entitled to some freedom, considering he had Derek’s cock in his mouth not long
ago.
Scott smells them before he finds them, and he’s not sure why, but his wolf
seems less panicked about it than his human part is. There’s a familiar growl –
the one that Scott and Stiles have recently started linking to amazing sex –
followed by a sudden, unabashed, female, moan. Scott knows that sound, too.
Running up the staircase, Scott follows the increasingly loud noises, wondering
how this happened. Did Derek seduce her? Did he tell her what they did? Is she
here against her will?
What Allison says is muffled, but that’s when werewolf hearing comes in handy.
“You’re so hot, Derek.”
Scott nearly tears the door of its hinges when he bursts through Derek’s
bedroom.
Allison is seated on Derek’s lap in white, lacy underwear, in the middle of
dragging Derek’s shirt over his head. Derek doesn’t stop the movement, tossing
his black t-shirt to the ground when he sees it’s just Scott. But Allison looks
like she’s been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her hands come up to
her chest, trying to hide her breasts.
“Scott,” she mumbles out, her breathing slightly fast.
Derek places his hands on her waist, ignoring the look she gives him when he
rocks his hips up into her. “Scott. Decided to join us?”
Scott’s first reaction to Derek used to be to snarl and attack, but now…Now
he’s confused. He’s shocked that Allison looks so into this. It’s all a bit
overwhelming for Scott still. He stares for a while, watching Allison shiver
when Derek’s hands trace ellipses at the small of her back. They’re both
waiting for Scott, wondering if he wants in on this.
Derek’s hands reach up, dragging Allison’s hands away from her chest, and he
replaces her warm fingers with his own. Allison is looking at Scott when she
moans, and it takes a few moments for Scott’s vision to stop blurring and
spinning enough for him to see the hands cupping her breast, kneading them.
Scott makes eye contact with Derek, and Derek’s eyes flash red, his tongue
darting out to lick his lips.
“Well, Scott?”
Scott drops his schoolbag, feeling forced into action by Allison’s quiet,
little squeaks each time Derek squeezes or pinches a nipple. Derek’s hands
don’t stay there long, tracing down her sides, dipping below the elastic of her
panties, rubbing up and down her back.
Scott’s maybe a bit too out of it – probably because of the impromptu make-out
session with Stiles earlier – and hadn’t noticed the smell until now. It’s that
same one, the same distinct scent Derek left all over Stiles’s room after he
finished marking them. Except Derek is marking Allison this time.
Scott licks his lips, and Derek grins. “Pretty sure you’ve marked her enough,”
Derek teases.
Allison presses her palms flat against Derek’s chest, rolling her hips in small
circles. Scott growls, low and greedy, and Allison shivers, closing her eyes.
She knows she has permission now.
Scott pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it next to his bag. “Yeah, but,
is it against the rules for me to me mark her some more?” He unbuckles his
belt, watching them watch him strip, both of them eager for him to join.
“Guess not,” Derek rumbles seductively.
Scott bites his lip when Derek slips his hands below Allison’s underwear,
squeezing her ass. She whimpers, leaning forward to let Derek slide them off
her hips. Scott drops his boxers, and helps untangle her underwear from around
her ankles.
Derek rolls to the side, bringing Allison with him, and Scott lies down behind
her. Scott kisses the nape of her neck, fingers lightly tracing the bones of
her spine, then cupping her ass. Derek’s tongue laps at her throat, her
earlobe, her collarbone, and sometimes Scott’s lips when they lean over Allison
to share the taste.
“Please.” Allison’s brow creases, her orgasm so close to the edge, but not
quite there. “Touch me.”
Scott trails his fingers on the inside of her thigh, lifting it, and holding
them spread for Derek. Derek’s eyes flicker red as the smell assaults his nose,
and Scott’s fingers glide through her folds, dipping in the wetness trailing
down her thigh. Derek’s eyes stay red after that.
Allison squirms when Scott holds her clit between two fingers, tugging gently,
spreading her slick over it. “Scott, ah,” she mewls, wetting her lips.
She reaches for Derek’s cock, eyes still half-lidded, and strokes him until the
pre-come is all over his shaft. “Fuck me, Derek.”
Derek worries for a moment that Scott won’t like that, but Scott is already
holding her folds apart to let Derek slide in easier.
“Go ahead,” Scott encourages. “I want to see you inside her.”
Allison leans her head on Scott’s shoulder, and when Derek pushes in, Scott
bites down on her throat, sucking and bruising the skin, making her clench
around Derek’s cock. He thrusts, helping Scott to keep her legs spread, all
three of them shifting on the bed each time his hips snap forward. He can feel
the head of Scott’s cock rubbing against his balls on every few thrusts, and he
pulls out to let Scott have a chance.
Hand wrapped around both their arms, Allison braces herself for Scott’s turn. 
He’s even more merciless than Derek had been. His cock drives into her, hard,
his balls making a smacking sound against her ass on each thrust. Derek leans
in closer, tasting each broken moan and the quickening of her pulse, and grinds
the tip of his cock against her clit, while Scott keeps fucking into her.
Just when she’s about to release, Scott pulls out. They kiss every inch of her,
leaving bite marks wherever she likes, especially in the places that make her
scream the loudest.
Derek and Scott both push a finger inside her. They tangle their fingers,
curling them, searching out her g-spot, and pressing against it. They kiss
above her, playfully sliding their fingers in and out, but not back to where
she wants them.
It’s Derek turn to slide in, and Scott leaves his fingers in to stretch her
wider. Allison babbles, whimpers non-stop, and cries out with each deep,
powerful thrust while Scott sinks his teeth into her chest hard enough to draw
blood. Allison climaxes just like that, her wetness soaking Derek’s length and
Scott’s fingers.
She’s just opening her eyes, barely having caught her breath, when she notices
that Derek hasn’t pulled out. “Wh-what are you-”
Scott’s cock slides in alongside Derek’s, both of them keeping her balanced on
her side as they pump into her. Allison screams, every curse word under the sun
stumbling off of her tongue. She feels like she’s being split apart, stretched
so wide she’s going to walk like someone who did too much horseback riding. But
it feels – it feels so good she can’t even begin to care.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Scott sucks on her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. “Fuck.
Oh my god. You guys are so deep in me.” Derek licks his thumb, and presses it
down against her clit; Allison shakes. “I’m gonna come again,” she tells them.
“Counting on it,” Scott growls in her ear, licking the shell of it.
The tip of Scott’s cock catches on Derek’s inside of Allison, and they growl in
unison, biting into any unmarked flesh they can find, spilling into her and
filling her with their joint climaxes. Allison’s entire body shuts down, and
her nails dig into their arms as she rides out the best orgasm of her life.
They pull out, slow and carefully, but she’s still convulsing. She hisses when
they try to touch her down there again. “Don’t,” she warns through gritted
teeth, “too sensitive.”
Scott and Derek let her come down from that high, but they’re not done with
each other.
Derek leans over Allison, sucking at Scott’s cock, licking it clean, and
stroking his balls gingerly. Allison whimpers, feeling like her spinal cord has
been removed, but still unbelievably turned on by what they’re doing. She feels
herself getting wet again, and Derek grins when the whiff hits him.
He makes a show of it for her, swallowing down Scott’s cock until he gags.
Scott rocks his hips forward, groaning over and over, grabbing for the sheets,
Allison, Derek’s hair, and spills down Derek’s throat. Derek pulls off with a
loud pop, licking the remnants from his lips.
“No mess this time,” he says playfully.
Scott hums in agreement, looking tired and spent. And just when Derek is moving
back to kiss Allison, Scott wraps his fingers around Derek’s cock, tugging at
it with a delicious pressure. “I still need to clean you, Derek.”
The one writhing and whimpering when Scott gets his mouth on Derek’s length is
Allison. She keeps gasping when she sees Derek’s cock pressing through Scott’s
cheeks, his mouth stretching with the hard flesh. Scott growls, and lets Derek
use his mouth; his lips feeling bruised and raw when Derek fucks into his
throat.
Allison strokes Scott’s cheek, feeling the head of Derek’s cock through the
thin skin. She bites her bottom lip, whispering for Derek to go deeper, to fuck
Scott’s mouth harder. Scott nearly chokes, but manages to open up, and Derek’s
length goes further in.
Derek howls like he had earlier, calling to nearby wolves, and soils Scott’s
tongue when his orgasm explodes. Scott swallows every last drop, and then laps
at Allison’s wetness and Scott’s come drying at the base of Derek’s shaft.
All three of them fall against the bed, sprawled out on their backs, looking up
at the ceiling with stars in their eyes. Allison laces her fingers with Derek
and Scott’s, her breathing still a bit unhealthy.
“Wow,” she declares.
“Yep,” Scott agrees.
Derek jerks up into a sitting position, sniffing the air. “One more thing.”
Allison barely has time to register Derek crouching between her legs before a
soft, wet tongue slides into her, curling and slurping at the come dripping out
of her.
“Lemme help,” Scott tells Derek, pushing her legs apart. “We went really deep.”
It’s…incredible, is all Allison can think. She has no more energy to respond or
to return the favour, but they don’t seem to mind either way. Scott slides two
fingers in, dragging wetness and sticky white liquid out, and Derek sucks it
all up, nibbling on Allison’s folds and Scott’s fingers simultaneously. And
they keep repeating that, keep tasting and eating her up like she’s catnip for
werewolves.
Sometimes she gets a break from their overly thorough cleaning process when
Scott gets distracted by the smell all over Derek’s mouth. They end up kissing
for a few seconds, making wild, beast-like sounds. She tries to ignore those
noises, and how fuckin hot they look trying to lick her clean, but it’s hard.
When she ends up coming, again – how many times has it been? – she finally
pushes them both away, needing to recover for a while. The tremors wracking her
body are making her feel weak, and like she’s about to die any second now. It’s
a glorious feeling, though.
“Stop, I can’t take any more. I need to rest.” She wheezes, closing her legs so
they can’t get in.
Scott tears his mouth away from Derek’s – still wanting a whole lot more from
the Alpha – and asks without saying a word if it’s okay to take her. Derek
ruffles Scott’s hair, and Scott lifts Allison easily, carrying her to the
bathroom with some of Derek’s clothes.
 
---
 
Derek grunts, rutting against his sheets, soaking in the new human scent all
over them. She’d almost been as eager as Stiles was. The bed smells like Scott,
too. It’s nice to have the familiar odour of his Beta in his room. He may never
get a good night’s sleep unless he burns his sheets and buys new ones, but
that’s a small price to pay for familiarity.
Scott sneaks out with Allison while Derek continues inhaling the evidence of
their bonding, not even hearing them say goodbye as they shut the front door.
He snaps out of it after a few minutes, disappointed that he missed them. It
doesn’t matter so much; he has a feeling he’ll be seeing them both again very
soon.
Derek knows Scott will need him more than he wants to admit, especially after
sharing his mate and his best friend with the Alpha.
 
---
 
On the drive back, Allison talks to Scott about the bestiary she saw. He agrees
to help her sneak it out when Gerard isn’t around.
Then she changes the subject to Derek’s pack, and how much she wants to join
it. Scott tells her he isn’t even part of the pack. Not yet – since he doesn’t
fully trust Derek. She agrees to wait with Scott until the time is right.
She kisses him goodnight and drives away.
 
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As Allison is getting close to her home, she reminisces over what she’s just
done. She finally got to taste one of the people Scott did.  But there’s still
one more she wants to try.
Stiles.
That night, she dreams about Stiles and his perfect, little mouth all over her.
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