Stiles looks up at Derek, reaches a hand out to touch his jaw, lightly. “I’m ready.”
Derek turns his face into the touch, kisses Stiles’ palm, and then closes his eyes. When he opens them, they’re red as garnet, and his fangs have dropped when he exhales a warm, damp breath across Stiles’ palm.
“You’re gonna be my good boy… Understand?”
Stiles nods. “Yes, sir.”
“It’s… it’s amplifying urges. Primal urges influenced by thoughts my wolf has already had.”
“So… so, do you want me? Did you… before?”
“Yes, Stiles. Always.”
“Then let me help.”
Derek gets hit by some sex pollen, and only Stiles can work it out of his system.
Hunter's Moon is a huge festival for the wolves of Beacon Hills, and Stiles refuses to go. Until Scott gives him a reason to show up to the most primal, feral moon festival of the year.
In which Stiles and Derek roll in the grass, as wolves ought to.
Sasuke gets an unexpected heat, and his oldest rival and once best friend Naruto is there for him.
“I promise I won’t… make things awkward.”
“It’s already kinda awkward, admit it.”
He relinquishes his hold on Naruto’s hand and sighs. “Alright, well then, I promise to be a very good omega and not claw your dick off.”
“Do omegas do that?”
“This one will.”