"I'm going over to Lydia's!" I announce as I shoulder my bag, heading towards my door and grabbing my keys on the way. I'm typing away on my phone, which is why I nearly end up bumping into my younger brother's chest at the doorway.

"Again?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, his puppy eyes giving me a curious and slightly confused once-over. "You spent the entire afternoon at hers yesterday."

I shrug. "So? I told you I need her to catch up with Math, and we planned to talk about Biology, too. Even if you aren't, some of us are still members of the AP Bio class, you know," I add with a touch of sarcasm in my tone. He nods as he scratches his scalp awkwardly, stepping to the side to give me way to leave.

"Mom said she would be home tomorrow morning, by the way," Scott yells after me from upstairs, whereas I'm already opening the front door in anticipation to leave. I pull it closed, and ignore the harsh sound the wood makes as it collides to the frame, jogging to the end of the street where I know Derek is parked with his Camaro.

As soon as he glimpses me, a wide grin stretches to his face, and he reaches over to unlock the passenger door for me. I slide my bag down from my shoulder before climbing in, however, I don't have the chance to drop it on the backseat, because Derek immediately grabs my chin and reels me in for an open-mouthed kiss by way of greeting me. I'm gasping and breathless by the time he's done with me.

"Hey!" I say, accusatory, but he just dismisses me easily with a snicker under his breath.

"Good to see you, too," he nods, that smile still present on his lips as he glances down at my bag overlapping my thighs. He takes is from me to check what's inside. "Biology?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow at me.

I shrug. "I'm in the AP class, and I really have to study for it, so Scott didn't catch me lying when I said to him that I had to prepare," I explain. Derek hums before tossing it to the back, only to give ignition then and drive away. "So, where are we going?"

"I thought we could go to my flat and watch a film there. I didn't want to risk going to the cinema, especially because Stiles mentioned something about taking Malia there tonight."

"Okay, I'm in for it," I nod, craning my neck to look out the window next to me, eyes following the flashing environment around us. "Anything else after that?"

"What do you want to do after the film?" Derek asks, turning to the left with the car.

"I was just asking," I answer. He slows down at the corner of the street then, only to move over to me and kiss me. I spread a palm over his chest and lean back, giggling, "What's up with you, Derek?"

"I've missed you," he husks, locking his lips to mine again, only for me to break away once more.

"We spent the whole afternoon together yesterday," I point out, but Derek shrugs, saying, "But before that we hadn't met for two weeks. It was planet Hell."

His words throw me for a loop, but at the same time, I'm flattered to know that he hates to be without me this much. Arousal punches me in the gut like a fist out of the blue, and I couldn't care less about the world around us, I just want Derek to take me. Besides, he must have already smelled the spike in my scent – that is, if the fact that his nostrils are flared and his heartbeat has elevated is anything to go by.

"Oh wow," I hum, sliding my index finger over his pectorals in a slow tease through his Henley, never breaking eye contact with him. "How about we make it up to you?"

"I would love that," he says, and this time, it's me to smash my lips to his. It doesn't take long before we get lost in it all and the kiss turns heated, gasping, searing, biting and maddeningly wanton. His hands soon find my hips, calloused palms sneaking under my shirt to massage the skin there, my name dying on his lips in the form of a breathless gasp. It evokes tons of butterflies in my stomach.

I break the kiss only to try to climb over to his side, but the clutch isn't making it easy – in fact, it seems much easier in fantasy and in films than in reality, and I'm a hundred percent positive there is not a fraction of sexiness in the way I scramble over to him. Derek chuckles, easing his hands under my thighs to lift me up with a swift motion like I weigh absolutely nothing, finally sitting me in his lap, my legs on each sides of his pelvis.

As his palms settle on my ass, kneading it through my jeans and pulling me flush to him, he groans, "Shit, baby, you have no idea how many times I thought about you in the past two weeks. Even after you left last night, I just had to jerk off again and again, summoning your face as you came undone under me."

I can't help my moan at his unexpected confession.

"Fuck, Derek," I mewl, biting my lower lip and eyes falling shut when he starts sucking on my collarbone. It takes me a couple seconds to find it in myself to push him away weakly, arms already shaking with want. "W-wait, Scott may see it."

Wordlessly, Derek tugs my shirt off of me then, only to go for my cleavage to leave another mark there over my lacy bra. My breasts, belly, back and sides are all covered in greyish-purple and greenish-blue hickeys, all of them from yesterday afternoon. Tomorrow, I have P.E., and I can only hope no one will glimpse the lovebites on me before I manage to tug my T-shirt on.

I throw my head back, fingers flexing around his leather jacket over his shoulders, back arching into a bow and groin inevitably rubbing against his with delicious pressure. I can tell he's half-hard already. I tug at his spikes when he bites my soft flesh, making me yelp, teeth just this side of painful. I'm panting heavily as I whisper, "Someone might see us."

"No," he replies, leaving a trail of kisses on the side of my neck after soothing the bite mark with his burningly hot tongue. "We're at the outskirts of Beacon Hills, no one wanders by after six here." He looks up at me then, pupils blown and gaze dark with lust, rasping, "Backseat."

I nod and push myself off of him. I can feel how wet I am already, and the bulge in Derek's pants is prominent now. As soon as I squeeze myself to the back ungracefully, I maintain eye contact with Derek as I tell him, "I thought about you, too, you know." My words send a shiver down his spine, and he throws his jacket and Henley off. "I wanted to call your name when I came, just like I do when I'm at yours, but I couldn't," I gasp, wrapping my arms around him immediately when he's within an arm's reach from me. He tosses my bag to the front this time, climbing over me, dominating me, pushing me down against the seat to have me laying under him.

"Tell me more, baby," he requests, biting meekly at my shoulder to make sure he won't leave any evidence there. "Fuck, I want everyone to know you belong to me, but I can't leave a damn hickey where I want."

"I wish you could," I whine, reaching down to cup him through his pants. I can feel him twitching under my touch as I go on talking, "I wanted to have you over me, Derek, just like now. I wanted to feel you inside me," I rub him invitingly as I continue, revelling in the enticing sounds he's making and the way his body starts rocking back and forth in sync with my movements. "I wanted to cry for you to pound me into the mattress, but I knew I couldn't, because Scott would have heard me."

"Holy fucking shit," he croaks, bucking his hips to mine instinctively. "I would have done just that," he promises. "I would have taken you right then and there, just the way you wanted me to."

"I would have asked for you to keep going harder and faster," I cry out, limbs trembling with arousal. "I would have told you to pull my hair and bare my neck to you."

"I would have done whatever you wanted me to," he pants out, unbuckling his belt and fumbling with his zipper awhile. Without thinking, I help him undo them. "I would have taken you hard, fast, bruising, claiming, leaving a mark at the back of your neck to sign you are taken. Fuck, I would have gone so rough on you, spank you and fill your pretty little mouth with my fingers to muffle your screams. I would have fucked you until the only word you remembered is my name. You wouldn't have been able to walk or sit for days."

"Derek!" I cry, a wild shiver running down my spine in a shocking jolt at his dirty talk. I won't be able to take this for too long, not at this rate, not when he's saying all those things to me. He tugs off both of our jeans, leaving us in our underwear only. I can't help but bite my lip at the sight of his straining erection through his black boxer briefs. I reach out to push them down from his sculpted torso, revelling in the way my fingers wave over the valleys and muscular curves of it, palms smoothing over his ass, too.

"I want you to come," he husks into my chest between my breasts, kicking off his briefs and tossing them to the front carelessly. I think it collided to the windshield, but Derek has me occupied just fine, hence I don't have the mind capacity to care the slightest bit about it. Before I could ask what he has in mind, he flips us over and rids me of my lacy panties before grabbing two handfuls of my hips to pull me over his face, making me straddle his head. The muscles in my thighs are impossibly stretched, but the pleasure outranks the mild pain.

I can't even think of a good place to put my hands to be able to hold myself up when Derek buries his face into my core, and I shout out his name, spine arching into a tight bow. Involuntarily, my pelvis begins to move, squirm on his tongue and lips as he's tearing me apart with them sweetly. I scream once more when his tongue penetrates me, not being able to help the sharp sound that rips out of my throat at the intense sensation. On its own accord, one of my hands flies down to entangle with his dark spikes while the other stays where it is, nails digging into the surface of the headrest, driven by the blinding pleasure I'm experiencing.

"Derek, I'm gonna –" I don't have the time to finish that thought, because his only response to that is to suck my clit into his mouth, hard. I don't need anything else to be tossed over the border and to the meadow of the Heaven of sensations.

When I move away from his face, I can see as his chin is covered in my fluids, and he just brushes a thumb over the flows to help the sticky material into his mouth. The sight makes me go weak in the knees – especially when his eyes glow ruby red momentarily while tasting me, gaze focused on his fingers that he's busy licking clean.

Then suddenly his eyes zero in on me, still stark scarlet as he asks, "What are you doing? Get rid of your bra, baby."

I do as I was told – it was as good as an order that he gave to one of his Betas. Derek manages to be authoritative and an Alpha in a human way, too. He manages to pull it off perfectly and get away with it, get whatever he wants, because people can't help but obey him without a fucking question.

He's so hard by now that it must be painful for him, for him leaking and the tip shining in an aggressive angry red colour. I didn't ride out my orgasm, hence I'm twitching at every move I make, no matter how careful I am – but it doesn't matter anyway, because Derek grabs my arms and manhandles me to have me seated in his lap, my back plastered to his chest, his quick breaths torching their way where they lick over my heated skin.

The windows of the Camaro are already steamy, making it impossible for others to see inside. Derek's erection is straining against my ass, as though he wanted to tease me with it. Then his low, raspy voice in my ear instructs me, "Sit up for me, baby."

Just as I do, I can feel the tip of his dick nudging at my entrance, accompanied by him husking to me again lustfully, one word spoken sternly and demandingly, "Sit."

I start sinking down on him slowly, but he has other plans – he meets me halfway with a hard thrust, not giving me time to get used to him being inside before he starts snapping his hips, fast, exactly the way I described to him how I wanted it a couple minutes before. Derek grabs my forearms and locks them behind my back with one hand, the other coming up to push his fingers into my mouth like he depicted to me.

My eyes flutter closed as I wrap my lips around his digits, starting to suck on them with my cheeks hollowed. I can clearly hear the distinct gasp that he releases as he feels my tongue playing with his fingertips, massaging them alluringly, hungrily.

It faintly registers to me that the car is rocking back and forth with our movements, but I couldn't care less when Derek's hold momentarily loosens around my arms and I free them, placing them against the ceiling of the vehicle to brace myself there as I meet him thrust for thrust, his palms coming up to cover my breasts before wandering further to cup my shoulders, flexing his fingers around them from the front, hugging my body to himself and pulling it down when he's rolling his hips upwards, making me see stars and literally go blind with the pleasure.

"Come," he gasps all of a sudden. "Come again. Baby, come for me again."

I'm right on spot with it, clamping down around him and pulling him with me, releasing himself into me for the momentary blissful paralysis that washes over our entire beings. I collapse back against his chest, both of us panting and drinking lungfuls of air harshly. His fingers gently entangle with mine, only to pull one of my hands up to his mouth to leave a tender kiss on the back of it. I giggle at the gesture weakly, loving this treatment.

"This was perfect," I tell him. An affectionate growl rumbles through his chest at my words, agreeing with me, pecking my other hand this time.

"We should definitely do it the rough way more," he points out, kissing the skin under my ear before beginning a path down along the side of my neck that he wants to leave abused so badly. I nod, lolling my head to the side to give him more space to do his ministrations.

Our post-orgasmic euphoria is ruined by my phone. I scramble to get my bag to fish the device out of it – if this is my mother, I should pick it up, or else she will think something bad has happened.

It's Scott.

I frown at the contact before accepting the call warily, asking him, "Yeah?"

"Are you two done?"

"No, studying takes longer than just –"

"I meant you and Derek," he says, and I crane my spine to trade a shocked look with Derek, both of our eyes widened in surprise. Scott sighs into the silence. "I figured. You had his scent all over you sometimes. Then I glimpsed a hickey this morning when I walked pass your room. You should have really closed the door, you know."

"Scott, I –" I start to say, but Derek takes the device from my hand.

"Scott, if you dare to tell this to anyone else, I swear to God I'll end you," Derek threatens, making me arch a brow at him.

"Hey! He's still my little brother," I scold him, but he dismisses me with a whisk of his hand. I roll my eyes, but kiss his cheekbone nonetheless, slowly turning around in his lap to straddle his hips. My mouth latches on to the side of his strong neck, and he lets out a shaky breath, my fingertips grazing over his sides meekly, feather-light.

"Guys, seriously?" Scott whines. "I'm still in line!"

"Bye, Scott," Derek breathes out before dropping my mobile to cup my cheeks instead, and lock his lips with mine passionately. Round two is just ahead of us, emerging on the horizon. And I know it's going to be even better than the previous one.

Derek will make sure of that.