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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Lydia_Martin
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Well_there's_a_little_plot_in_there, Marking, Accidental_Knotting,
      Werewolf_Mates, Sex_in_Derek's_loft, Tinsy_bit_of_blood_play, Like_really
      only_a_little, Lydia_is_all_knowing, Animalistic_nature
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-09 Words: 1281
****** I've Always Favored Red ******
by zorinagirl
Summary
     All it took was one time.
     ~
     "I'm dangerous."
     "I know," She replies with a slight curve of her lips. "So am I."
Notes
     Got in the mood to write porn and I'm in a Pydia phase so.. You get
     this! Hope you enjoy it. This is my first actual fic that was written
     specifically for this and not as a RP solo or anything, so any
     comments would be great!
     Enjoy!
"I'm dangerous," I tell her, a claw dragging across her collarbone as brilliant
blue eyes gaze into emerald green ones. I'm taken by her beauty; so stunning in
its uniqueness. Such a young thing, Lydia Martin, and yet her gaze is fixed as
one beyond her years.
"I know," She replies with a slight curve of her lips, leaning into the sharp
tip of my claw until it breaks the skin and a drop of blood drips down my
finger. "So am I."
She says it with such a fierce boldness that stirs something deep inside me,
something primal. Its not wise to tease a wolf, and I tell her so. Her lips
only curl upward even more.
"Teasing implies that I won't follow through and I fully intend to. You're not
getting away, Hale."
When Lydia rakes red painted nails down my abdomen, I'm even more aware of the
fact that I'm shirtless and sweaty from the workout she interrupted. I've
always been one for words, but in this moment, actions seem like the better
option. Lifting my blood tipped claw to her lips, I paint Lydia's lips a deeper
red and let out a low, satisfied growl at the sight before I'm pressing my own
lips against hers. Such a subtle yet sweet taste with a hint of something
spicy. Its a heady taste that I could find myself wrapped up in from the inside
out. With my claws still extended, I take full advantage of them and slice
through Lydia's sheer top, hearing a gasp of annoyance before she bites down on
my lower lip hard enough to have me pulling back with a snap of my teeth.
"That was expensive," She spits out, though her tone is lacking real anger. I
would know; I'm quite familiar with the feeling.
"Don't fuss, Lydia. It barely covered anything anyways." She'd been teasing me
with those plump breasts from the minute she walked into the loft, light pink
bra easily showing from under the cream colored blouse. The little minx..
Before she can argue, I push her delicate body back until her ass presses up
against the edge of the large desk that sits in front of the great, bay
windows. With a quick wave of my hand, the contents of the desk go flying to
the ground and I lift Lydia onto the flat surface. A hand slinks up to the soft
flesh of her neck to grip tight, pressing her onto her back until she's laying
before me, spread open in the middle of the room. Its a sight that makes my
jeans uncomfortably tight. And she's still half dressed..
"Now who's teasing?" Lydia asks with an impatient huff and I realize I've just
been staring at her for the last few seconds. With a smirk, my hands go the
waist of my jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper and stepping out
of them after they've fallen to the floor. Its been awhile since I've worn
boxers, so the surprised widening of Lydia's eyes as she takes in my naked form
only makes my smirk grow more devious. Hands slide from Lydia's ankles up,
thumbs brushing over the insides of her thighs in such a way that I feel
shivers run through her. The following look she gives me hits hard, nearly
making me crumble right there. Though she need not ever know that. Lydia needed
to think I was in control and I was going to show her so she'd never doubt it.
"Now, what was it you said about teasing? Something to do with following
through.." I let my eyes flash electric blue as my hands grab hold of Lydia's
thighs and pull her to the edge of the desk, skirt scooting up in the process
to show matching pink panties, all lace and sheer, leaving nothing to the
imagination. I'm done waiting. In one fluid motion, I tug Lydia's panties to
the side and grab my cock, pressing the head between her silky, wet folds to
find her wanting entrance. It doesn't take long before I'm sinking deeper
inside Lydia, a muffled groan of hers pulling my gaze up to her face. Lydia's
hand is between her teeth, blocking out the perfect sounds that I so eagerly
want to hear.
"Now Lydia, be a good girl and let me hear you scream," I hear myself say,
voice deep in an almost growl as my hips begin to pull back only to slam
forward into her over and over until I've set up a slow yet forceful pace. "I'm
going to take what I want from you. There's nothing you can do to stop me now,
Lydia."
From the almost panicked look on her face, I could swear Lydia was afraid, but
her scent hadn't changed from anything but lust and need. I wasn't sure if I
was happy about that or not. "I told you I was dangerous," I gasp out, my voice
starting to fail me as the pleasure takes over. It seems Lydia's had done so
already, since all I can hear from her are moans and breathy half screams as I
pound into her drenching pussy. I can't stop myself from leaning over her body
and grasping her bra, tugging it down to reveal peaked nipples and perky
breasts that shake with each thrust. My mouth instantly begins to ravish the
left breast, leaving bite marks and quickly forming bruises on the tender
flesh.
"Fuck, you ass," I hear her gasp out, but she pushes herself into my mouth
more. She's meeting each and every thrust with an equally rough pace of her own
like its a battle between our bodies as they clash together. I feel her hands
in my hair, gathering tight handfuls that she tugs on each time her pussy
clenches around my cock. She's close. I can feel it in the way her movements
stutter like she's chasing her high to completion. It drives me on, pace
getting more and more brutal as I too feel my release coming. "I'm close. Fuck,
so close, Peter!" Lydia's voice is needy and high, so close to a scream of
pleasure. Just a few more thrusts and I feel her quivering around me.
"Yes, that's it. Cum for me, my good girl," I growl out, fangs elongated and
eyes blazing as Lydia's body shakes and trembles under mine, her orgasm ripping
through her with force. "Peter!" She screams out, finally, and its in that
moment, with her pussy basically milking my orgasm out of me, that I feel the
base of my cock start to grow, making each thrust that much harder. Soon, I
force inside her one last time and find myself locked there, cock pulsing my
seed into her core.
"Fuck.. I didn't know.." I mutter, finally coming back to myself enough to
realize that I'd knotted her. My gaze flickers to her face to see a flushed and
sated look, completely blissed out and not even a little surprised. In fact,
Lydia looks rather smug. That's when she whispers huskily, "I did. Why else do
you think I let you take control?" With a growl, I press my lips to hers in a
forceful kiss. By the time I pull back, she's even more flushed and I brush my
thumb over the red tinge of her cheeks, smirking crookedly.
"I've always favored red. I should have known you'd be my mate. My little, red
riding hood."
Its then Lydia chooses to clench around my still pulsing cock and reply with a
breathy moan, "And you're my big, bad wolf."
What have I gotten myself into?
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