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Stiles stood at the front of a small church and took a deep breath to stave off his nerves. His heart beat too quickly to be safe for anyone, but he couldn’t help the anxiety and outright fear in this moment.

He turned to look at his husband-to-be, Derek Hale, the sole heir to the Hale Empire. Hale Corp and Derek Hale were the legitimate faces of the Hale family business now. Only an exclusive few knew the much seedier origins of the Hale name.

Derek Hale looked the part of a respectable businessman. From what Stiles knew, Derek worked hard to legitimize the Hales, not that it mattered what Stiles thought or knew. Derek stood next to him in his expensive tailored suit, perfectly fitted to show off every muscle the Alpha had.

Stiles could not deny that Derek was the most handsome Alpha he had ever laid eyes on. His sharp cheekbones and strong jaw were covered with a dusting of facial hair. It enhanced his attractiveness and it made Stiles wonder how it would feel against his fingers… and other parts of his body. His jet black hair was thick and perfectly coiffed, and those eyes. Stiles would melt if the Alpha even bothered to look his way.

Stiles had to remind himself he was going to marry this man. Was forced to marry this man. He had always hoped he would meet an Alpha who would see his independence and think of him as an Omega to be cherished. Instead, his father sold him off for his own gain. Stiles is not bitter about it. Nope.

The priest…pastor? Stiles was not religious but apparently the Hales were very Catholic. Crime family believing in God. The thought tickled Stiles and it made him chuckle, interrupting the priest and earning him his first glare from his fiance. I haven’t said ‘I do’ yet.

He clears his throat and looks down at his outfit, embarrassed. It’s an elegant white suit made of the finest fabrics money can buy. He had always thought of what he wanted to wear when he fell in love and eventually got married. He hadn’t been able to find anyone who he connected with. He’d dated but it usually fizzled out within weeks.

But now, he was standing in this beautiful church, a twenty-six year old Omega about to tie himself to an Alpha, that quite frankly, most Alphas, Betas, and Omegas would give everything to be with. Stiles knew Derek’s reputation as a casanova, and it did not impress Stiles.

To the handful of people who were witnessing their union, who were unaware of their arrangement, their marriage would seem like a fairy-tale.

But to Stiles, this was no dream come true. This marriage of convenience, not for him mind you, was a nightmare.

Derek Hale was no Prince Charming. He was the head of the biggest crime family in the west coast, and he had taken Stiles as his bride as a business transaction. And because Stiles’ father had convinced the Alpha that Stiles was fertile and would provide him with heirs. John had told Stiles that if he did not accept this proposal, John would be put in jail. Apparently Derek Hale was not above blackmail.

Stiles was a willing sacrifice, all to save his father –the respected Sheriff– of a lifetime of prison.

As the priest asks them to repeat after him, Stiles barely says ‘I do’ before he’s being escorted out of the church. He does not hear cheers and nobody wishes him congratulations. Derek didn’t even kiss him, not that he wanted that, of course.

His dad gives him a tight hug and thanks him again for going through with this charade. Stiles does not respond, ‘your welcome’ is not even an option. He’s grabbed by the elbow by a bulky bodyguard and taken to one of the luxury vehicles parked in front of the church steps.

He watches Derek stop by his dad, some of his men surround the two of them as they talk. Stiles is too far away to hear what is being said but his anxiety goes up. Derek loosens his tie, unbuttons his cufflinks, and folds his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing muscular forearms.

He makes his way towards Stiles, and Stiles thinks that they’re going to get into the car together. One of Derek’s goons opens the door for Stiles, and Stiles makes his way onto the soft leather seats. He waits for Derek but two armed guards get in instead.

He hears Derek shout, “Take him to the house,” as he walks to the car parked in front of where Stiles is. Stiles feels disposable, unwanted. He suppresses the sob that is welling in his chest. He will never give any of these assholes the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

The guard closest to him barks out their orders to the driver and their vehicle takes off. Stiles wishes home was his tiny little apartment at the edge of Beacon Hills, close to his best friend and his job. But Stiles knows that when he agreed to this marriage, his entire life would be upended.

Home was no longer his but wherever Derek wanted it to be. The only consolation was that Derek would probably not return ‘home’ with Stiles. His reputation as the West Coast fuck machine was well documented. Stiles did his research, and if what he found was right, Derek had a different person every night.

Stiles doesn’t even feel jealous that his now husband is probably out there fucking some rando on their wedding night. He hopes Derek fulfills any of his sexual needs with others until he wants that heir he was promised. Stiles doesn’t want his first time to be with someone he barely knows, who won’t even look at him, talk to him, and most importantly acknowledge him on such a day.

Almost an hour passes with no one saying a word. No one acknowledges Stiles or answers his questions. Stiles takes to texting his best friend Lydia. She doesn’t know about the arrangement either, so she’s happy that Stiles ‘found the one.’

She keeps apologizing for not being able to attend the wedding, but he knew his father would have made it impossible by sending her on such a long business trip.

The car stops suddenly and Stiles looks up at a beautiful gated house. Stiles knows little about architecture but the house and the landscape is grand.

Stiles finds no comfort in the beauty and grandiosity of his new living quarters. He feels like his wings have been clipped and he’s been placed in a luxurious cage. To be seen but not heard. Left alone and untethered.

Stiles is escorted through the main doors and left to his own devices. He wanders around the house, wondering how his life came to be where it is. The house is stunning, beautifully tailored with a sharp eye for detail and design. Stiles does not know how he’s going to treat this place like an actual home. It feels like a museum, or one of those preserved castles in Europe. It’s beautiful but cold and lacking affection. At least the gardens have a pool at its center. And Stiles loves to swim to keep him active.

Stiles heads back inside and up the marbled staircase. There are several bedrooms and bathrooms on this floor, plus a gym and entertainment room.

Stiles introduces himself to some of the staff. Only two introduce themselves back. Berta, the cook and housekeeper, and Antonio the driver.

As he continues to walk and explore the house, he passes by dozens of guards, they all avoid his gaze or make it a point to avoid Stiles. He was surrounded by so many people, and yet, he has never felt so alone in his life. Not even growing up, after his mom died, and his dad lost himself to the drink and then to furthering his career.

He missed his apartment in Beacon Hills. It was not grand or luxurious but it was warm and lively, and he felt loved. His neighbors adored him, and they always fussed about him. They were concerned that Stiles was an unwed Omega living on his own. It was sweet, and after growing up without any real care, it was welcomed.

Stiles found his luggage and boxes he had packed up from his apartment in the hallway. It wasn’t much, most of his stuff was donated to goodwill. He was glad for that as his furniture would not fit the muted elegance of this space. He wondered if Derek picked out the design, but then thought better of it and he probably hired a designer.

He attempted to find someone who would speak to him so he could know where he was supposed to sleep but his search was for nothing. He ended up choosing one of the free bedrooms overlooking the pool and the garden. He made quick work of organizing his things and then sat on the comfortable bed.

He believed days like today would be filled with happiness and love, but none of that was in the cards for him. He just felt sad and lonely, an empty feeling growing in his chest the longer he was ignored.

Berta knocked on his door around dinner time, but Stiles could not face a meal on his own so he declined.

He took a shower and changed into a more comfortable outfit before lying in bed to read.

He does not know how much time passes when his door bursts open and Derek walks into the room.

“Why the fuck are you in this room?” Derek shouts.

Stiles is surprised, and then feels anxious that he may have taken someone’s room. “I-I didn’t know this room was taken…”

“Does this look like the master suite to you?”

“What?”

“You are my fucking Omega, if you had forgotten we were married today. And as my husband, you will sleep in the master bedroom.” Derek hissed at him as he moved into Stiles’ space.

Stiles crawls further up the bed, trying to avoid Derek looming over him. “Just because we were married today, doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you. And if you’re expecting to have sex with me, forget about it, dude. I don’t even like you.”

Derek laughs at him. The sound is mocking and condescending. “You’re a fucking child.”

Stiles glares at Derek, and he thinks this is the first time they’ve actually made eye contact since they arranged this shitshow. God, Derek’s eyes are gorgeous, but his attitude sucks.

“You think you have to like someone to have sex with them? Listen, little prince, you may be used to snapping your pretty fingers to get whatever you want, but that shit doesn’t work with me. And as for sex, I would never force myself on anyone who did not want to be with me. I’m not short on people who would be more than happy to share my bed.”

Stiles has his knees to his chest, his breathing is coming in faster, a mix of anger, anxiety, and something he cannot name swirling within him.

Derek kneels on the bed and grabs Stiles’ chin. The touch is soft despite the anger that is radiating off of them both. “But you are my husband, little prince. And you will be sharing my bed. Don’t worry though, I won’t be in it tonight. But when I get back home tomorrow, you and your things better be in our room where they belong. I won’t have the staff gossiping about where my new husband is sleeping. Have I made myself clear?” He’s baring his teeth, and Stiles thinks he looks like an angry wolf.

Stiles can’t look away, Derek’s hand is still on his face, and all he can do is nod his head.

As soon as Stiles agrees, Derek lets him go but does not move away. Stiles takes a stuttering breath in to help calm his nerves but he picks up the scent of this Alpha. It’s spicy and masculine and sexy, and it has Stiles make an embarrassing noise. One he has never made before.

Derek grins at him. Stiles does not know him enough to know if the grin is pleased or mocking.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, little prince.” Derek gets up and walks away. No backwards glance.

Stiles feels his chest tighten, and not for the first time, he wonders what he got himself into.

Derek

Derek finds himself staring out of the large windows on the top floor suite of his hotel. He has a glass of bourbon in one hand, and an unlit cigarette in the other. He stopped smoking a long time ago, but the urge is there. Even more so now that he’s fucking married. He could have stayed in his beautiful house but he rarely ever spent time there. It was too big and too stale to really be called home.

This room was where he usually stayed. Where he usually worked. Where he usually fucked strangers who were open to his sexual depravities. He wanted for nothing in this space.

Derek considered going to the bar, and taking someone back to this room. It wouldn’t take long to have someone in his room, at his mercy, begging him to fuck them. And that’s what he wanted. To fuck, and fuck hard. No strings attached and no fucking complications.

But he is married now. And tonight should have been his wedding night. He should be spending it with his new husband instead of looking for some anonymous person whom he would forget the next day.

His phone vibrated from the night stand and he turns back to get it. It’s a text from Vernon Boyd, or just Boyd. His best friend and second in command. It’s the person he trusts most.

Owe Erica $20. She’s sending you a gift, amigo. Congratulations.

Derek stares at his phone in confusion. He knew Boyd and Erica were aware of the business arrangement between John Stilinski and him. He wasn’t sure why he was being congratulated for this sham and even less why he was getting a wedding gift.

Before he could respond, he hears a knock at his hotel door.

When he goes to open it, he realizes the gift that Erica sent wasn’t exactly a wedding present. His gift was a tall, leggy blonde with fake tits and a bow wrapped around her breasts and cunt.

Erica knew him so well. He grins at his slutty little gift and opens the door wider, inviting her in.

She struts into the room, sex clear on her mind.”Ms. Reyes thought you might be lonely so she sent me to take very good care of you.”

“She is rather thoughtful. What’s your name?”

She stares at him, eyelashes fluttering and gives him a wink before responding. “Princess.”

“Princess?” The name brings an unexpected laugh. The irony of him having a Princess here when he had a spoiled little prince at home.

Derek walks a circle around her, and she stands there confident in her attractiveness. Don’t get him wrong. She is attractive. The kind of Beta or Omega he would usually go for and be instantly hard for. But she does nothing to stir his cock to life now.

He sits in a chair in the corner of the room. “Undo the bow and let it drop.”

She immediately does as she is told. She knows exactly what to do, it’s what she’s paid to do. There would never be complaints or expectations. She stands there naked, sliding her hands up and down her sides. Nothing. Nada.

“Get on your kneels and crawl to me.”

Derek could smell her arousal as she lays her head on his knee. She’s looking at him like he’s some fucking dessert but Derek isn’t rising to the occasion.

It’s pissing him off.

“What are you waiting for? I never took you to be the shy sort, sir.”

The question further pisses him off and he shoves her away from his knee. “Get out, Princess.”

“Have I displeased you, Mr. Hale?”

“No. Get. Out.”

She quickly picks up her bow and walks out quietly. The disappointment evident.

Derek throws his head back and sighs. It is his wedding night and he’s alone in his hotel suite while his husband is on the other side of this city. Neither one of them fucking. Well, it better be neither of them fucking. He won’t stand for infidelities.

He knew so little of Stiles Stilinski. Well, rather Stiles Hale now. He was certainly attractive and fuckable. He was tall and lithe. His eyes were the color of the bourbon warming in his glass, and his lips were delicate and plump. He had long legs and a round ass, had he been anyone else, Derek would have liked to fuck.Too bad the little prince was a spoiled fucking brat.

Despite this marriage being a sham, Derek would not bring himself to cheat on him. He was not a fucking romantic but his Catholic upbringing still has a strong grip on his marriage vows.

Derek throws his glass at the wall, watching it shatter and the liquid splatter all over.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Stiles

Stiles was losing his mind. It had been two weeks since he’d gotten married and Derek had stayed out of his way for the most part. He was not complaining of course. Derek had slept in the house less than a handful of times, and Stiles wished it was less. The man insisted on sleeping naked. While sharing a bed.

So yes, Stiles was losing his mind. The first night Derek came home and insisted on sleeping nude, Stiles had been afraid he would be taken advantage of. Derek’s reputation as a ruthless asshole did not exactly win him any trust points in Stiles’ book. That first night, Stiles had lied awake, waiting to have to defend himself. But the Alpha never did anything but sleep.

It made Stiles self-conscious, and at points question if he was even Derek’s type. And then he mentally smacked himself because he didn’t want to be Derek’s type.

Once Stiles came to terms that he would not be violated, he got curious. He’s a curious person, okay? Don’t judge him. He shifted a little and lifted the covers to sneak a peek at the Alpha while he slept.

And well, damn. Stiles was definitely not disappointed. Stiles knew he was fit because of how great he looked on their wedding day, but seeing it all on display without fabric to obstruct the eyes. Adonis comes to mind. And the Alpha’s morning wood was more than Stiles ever thought someone could have. No wonder more than half of the west coast wanted to sleep or had slept with the Alpha. Too bad the arrogant asshole knew exactly how attractive he was.

Stiles stared at the Alpha for so long, he did not realize he’d laid a hand on Derek’s strong chest. Caressing it gently so as to not wake him. The longer he touched, he started feeling the stirrings of desire low in his belly. He felt the tell-tale signs of slick and he was afraid that he would stain his sleeping shorts.

He shifted away quickly and forced himself to turn his back on his husband and go back to sleep. Or at least try to. He couldn’t, of course. So he got up, showered the slick and arousal away, and went to the pool to read.

It was a few days later, when Stiles was sitting in the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee that Derek walks in in just his boxer briefs. Stiles eyes were immediately drawn to the smattering of dark hair that was lost under the fabric.

The dark chuckle is what startles him out of his dickmatized state, and he turns away avoiding looking at Derek.

Dick.

“Morning, little prince.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. The nickname annoyed him, and he suspected that was why Derek called him that.

“Hey. The coffee is fresh if you want some.” He is as polite as possible to his asshole husband.

“You made coffee? I thought Berta took care of that?”

Stiles shrugs and looks away. “Sometimes she does, but I woke up first so I got it started.”

Derek looks at him quizzically, and although it’s hard, Stiles holds his gaze. I didn’t poison the coffee, dickhead.

The Alpha seems to shake himself before he says, “My mother is visiting today.”

And for all of his hesitation, Stiles watches as Derek pours himself a large mug of coffee and sips it. Black. Probably like his soul.

“She and Father just got back from vacation, and she is impatiently wanting to meet my new husband.”

The word husband is said with so much distaste that Stiles flinches a little. “Oh?”

He does not notice when Derek got so close and crowds him against the kitchen counter. The smell of the Alpha hits his nose, and he’s so flustered by how much he likes it.

“I hope it goes without saying,” Derek growls into Stiles’ ear, “that I want you on your best behavior while she is here.

Stiles looks at Derek then. The way the light hits his eyes, making the colors shift like liquid. The stubble thicker than Stiles remembers, and the heat of the Alpha’s body all serve to overwhelm Stiles. Derek is so unfairly attractive, that Stiles felt heat rise in his own body.

“O-of course, Alpha,” Stiles fluttered his lashes. “Best behavior. Promise.”

“My mother thinks this marriage is real. That we are in love with each other and it would kill her if she finds out it was a lie. Do you understand me?”

Stiles looked at Derek then. The vehemence with which he wanted his mother to not be disappointed. It humanizes the Alpha in some way. Maybe he was not as bad as Stiles thought.

“Yes, I’ll be good.”

Stiles stands awkwardly in the foyer of their massive house. He smooths down his slacks and makes sure that he looks the part of devoted husband and Omega. Derek’s mother was announced at the gate. Derek had escorted him to the foyer and told him to wait there while he went to escort his mother from the car.

Stiles was surprised by how nervous he was to meet his mother in law. He was usually great at meeting new people. It was why they put him at the front desk of the Beacon Hills library. It’s also where he started multiple committees for charities to help boost his dad’s campaign for Sheriff and his new bid for mayor. To say Stiles knew how to turn on the charm was an understatement, so his nerves made him more nervous. Which caused him to fidget, and he was never still on a good day.

Seeing Derek change his demeanor, he almost became soft. Almost. It made Stiles want to impress Mrs. Hale. She meant a lot to his husband and Derek obviously wanted to protect and shield his mother from the darker sides of his life.

Derek had informed him that his mom believed they were madly in love, and that thanks to Mr. Hale, his mother was away on vacation for almost a month. Derek seemed almost fearful of her displeasing her. It made Stiles almost pity him. Again, almost.

Stiles watches as Derek and Mrs. Hale walk towards him, arms linked together. He catches the endearing smile on Derek’s face as he talks to his mother, and his mother looks at him adoringly as well. It makes Stiles envious. His mother died when he was a child, and his entire world was upended ever since. He wonders if his own mother would have approved of all of this. He suspects that had she been alive, he would have never been forced to marry a stranger.

Mrs. Hale is a beautiful woman. Derek looks just like her. Stiles hopes she at least doesn’t have the same evil arrogance Derek possesses.

As they draw closer, Stiles gives himself a quick glance in the mirror to make sure he looks acceptable. Stiles started to question whether she would hate him or think he wasn’t good enough for his Alpha son.

And then he wanted to kick himself for even caring. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts he didn’t realize they were standing in front of him until Derek spoke up.

“Mom, this is Stiles.” The warmth in Derek’s voice caught Stiles by surprise. They have said less than a handful of civil words to each other in the last couple of weeks.

“Mrs. Hale, it is so lovely to meet you.” Stiles smiles softly, unsure if he should extend his hand for a shake or go all in with a hug. Mrs. Hale takes the choice from him when she approaches him and gently puts her hands on his face.

“So,” she starts with a small smile. “You’re the Omega who has finally managed to thaw my son’s heart?” She smiles wide and leans into Stiles for a hug. It was so loving and accepting, the kind of embrace Stiles has not had from anyone but Lydia in decades that it brings tears to his eyes.

Mrs. Hale pulls away and kisses both of Stiles’ cheeks. “Call me Talia. We are family now and I am delighted to know my son has finally found someone to love and be loved by.”

“Talia,” Stiles hides a sniffle. “I’ve made us some coffee and freshly baked cookies. Please join us in the garden.”

From the corner of his eye, he sees Derek give him a look of appreciation and before Stiles can make his way through the house, he feels a large, warm hand on his lower back. He stops himself from flinching, as he remembers that Talia is watching them indulgently.

He smiles at Derek and leans into the touch, hoping it does looks natural. They make their way into the house, and all Stiles can focus on is the tingles up his spine just by Derek’s touch.

The spent hours in the garden, eating and telling stories. Thankfully Talia did not ask them about how they met or their wedding day. Instead she seemed content to talk about Derek’s misspent youth.

Stiles hadn’t laughed so much in a long time. And seeing Derek’s grumpy face when his mother told the more embarrassing stories made the day worth it.

Derek was a completely different person. The type of person that Stiles thought he could learn to like…maybe even love. But he didn’t know if this side of Derek was just for show, or if it was hidden behind his arrogance.

Stiles took the opportunity to be an outrageous flirt with his husband. He took the liberty to touch and smile at his husband every chance he got. He had to play up the adoring Omega, didn’t he?

Derek offers him a glass of ice tea, and Stiles’ can’t help but place a hand on his forearm and rub circles as a thank you.

“You’re the best, love.” Stiles purrs, a mischievous grin on his face. Now it’s Derek’s turn to stiffen next to him but it was a blink and you’d miss it. He smiles like a shark and leans in to kiss Stiles.

Stiles is surprised by how soft Derek’s lips are in contrast to the stubble that permanently graces his cheeks. The kiss starts out chaste, but then Derek licks across Stiles lips, a demand for entry. And Stiles is helpless but to obey. Derek slips his tongue into Stiles mouth, and Stiles’ world seizes to exist.

He melts into the kiss, letting Derek lead with his sensuous tongue as the Alpha slides a hand down Stiles’ back, caressing the cleft of his ass through his pants. Stiles is so lost in the kiss, in the sparks Derek’s touch has started that he completely forgets about Derek’s mom.

When Derek pulls away, Stiles audibly gasps.

Fuck.

He wants more, and if it weren't for the dainty giggle across from him, he would have lost himself and possibly climbed on the Alpha’s lap and begged him to continue what he started.

Stiles feels his cheeks heat up, and he grabs the glass of ice tea and places it on his cheeks to help him cool down.

“His father is just as passionate,” she winks at Stiles. Derek’s groan is disgusted and it startles a laugh out of Stiles.

“You both are so in love, it makes my heart happy. Thank you for cracking that cold heart wide open, Stiles. I worried that he would be alone forever.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, mom.”

“Well, now I don’t. You have Stiles here to love you so I can feel reassured. I can even forgive you for not waiting for me to be back to get married.”

Derek sighs heavily, and watching the Alpha submit to his Omega mother makes Stiles smile secretly.

“I’m sorry, Talia. We just couldn’t wait, and I didn’t want your son to get cold feet,” he says jokingly. “But I will take care of him. I promise.” Although Stiles feels guilty for lying about how much he and Derek love each other, he can at least keep his promise of taking care of Derek. As best as the Alpha will let him, of course.

He sits and watches Derek and Talia talk about her plans for the rest of the week. It’s nice to hear conversation, fills the silence and makes him feel less lonely. He’s not really paying attention though, too busy thinking about the kiss and strong hands.

Derek

Derek walks his mother to her car and gives her a kiss before she’s driven away. He would have liked her to stay for the week, but in true Talia fashion, she had made plans with friends. She doesn’t often come to the west coast, preferring to stay with his dad in Boston. She also made it clear she did not want to walk in on the newlyweds as they “christened” the rooms in his large house.

The irony was not lost on Derek. He hadn’t christened anything but his own hand since he was married. After the escort incident on his wedding night, he did not even bother to try again. Although he and Stiles did not get along, he would not betray the vows he took under God. Even if they were coerced by that bastard Sheriff.

He walks back in the house to look for Stiles, having the inexplicable urge to thank him for today. He really didn’t think the Omega had it in him, as spoiled as he was he probably didn’t have to care if people liked him or not. But Derek’s mother had loved him. She had quietly congratulated him and told him she didn’t expect grandchildren until the following year. ‘To give the newlyweds time to…’ she had trailed off then and given him a wink. Derek shudders at the recent memory

Derek makes his way to the kitchen, hearing Stiles and Berta laughing. He wonders how much Stiles being on his best behavior will cost him. Probably a shopping trip.

As Derek steps into the kitchen, he watches Stiles clear the dishes as Berta is loading their dish washers. Watching the Omega do something so domestic stirs something in Derek. Then Stiles laughs again, and Derek wonders what he finds joy in. He knows so little about his husband.

Berta sees him first and excuses herself, leaving Stiles and Derek alone in the kitchen.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, almost shy.

“Hmm?” Stiles sounds surprised.

“You heard me, little prince. You did good. My mother loves you.”

“I’m not surprised, Derek. I’m actually really lovable. Your mom is a fantastic judge of character,” Stiles grins at him, it’s as if he’s teasing Derek. Derek doesn’t know what to do with that. The Omega is being bold, and Derek hasn’t decided if that’s good or bad.

Derek shakes his head and looks away. He was finding himself lost in the color of the Omega’s eyes.

“She was lovely,” Stiles says quietly.

Derek turns to Stiles then, his hand itching to soothe. “What’s wrong?”

Stiles clears his throat before he says, “nothing. It’s just having her here today reminded me that… it’s been lonely.” He quickly turns away and makes himself busy with the dishes.

Derek stares at him for a while, trying to figure out what he himself is feeling. Is this what guilt feels like? He shakes himself and leans on the kitchen island. He watches Stiles move around the kitchen, comfortable in ways that Derek hasn’t seen him move in any of the other spaces of their house. It was easy to forget that the Omega had given up his life to move here.

And for some reason, Derek wanted to make it better for him.

“What do you need to feel less lonely here?”

“Friends? People who actually want to talk to me?” Stiles shrugs again. “What do the spouses of your friends and business partners do if they’re not working?

Derek chuckled. He had less than a handful of friends and they were not married, and he didn’t give a flying fuck what his partners and their spouses did when it didn’t involve his businesses or his money.

“No clue.”

“Your friend’s partner’s don’t talk about that stuff?”

And for the first time in Derek’s life, he was a little embarrassed to answer that question. The reality was that Derek cared very little about shit that was not his life. Call him a sociopath. He wears the definition proudly. But he does know what some of his business associates bitch about with their wives and husbands. Charity committees. It was exactly the kind of self-righteous-I-don’t-know-what-to-do-with-so-much-time-let-me-try-to-make-myself-feel-helpful thing Stiles might be interested in.

“There are a group of Omegas that run a charity committee and meet a couple of times a week. I can talk to the chair and let her know to expect you…?”

“This sounds great. Can I meet with them tomorrow?”

Derek noticed the hopeful glint in Stiles’ eyes. It transformed his liquid amber into a swirl of honey and brown. It was almost mesmerizing.

“Tomorrow is fine. I’ll call her when I get back to the office.”

The smile Stiles gave him was blinding. “Thank you.”

“You’ll need to take Harris with you,” Derek reminds him.

“Why? Harris hates me.” Stiles pouts.

Derek wants to laugh. “Harris hates everyone. He’d hate his own fucking shadow if it wasn’t a science.”

“I could just go on my own if you let me borrow a car.”

“Fuck no,” Derek barks, not meaning to sound so sharp. “This isn’t Beacon Hills, little prince. You can’t wander about my territory without protection.”

“Okay,” Stiles nodded. Derek was surprised he didn’t fight harder. “Does it have to be Harris though? Could there be another bodyguard assigned to me? Maybe another Omega?”

“Nope. If you were in danger, an Alpha would be stronger and faster. They would be better equipped to protect you.”

“That’s sexist, Alpha.”

“It’s biology, little prince. Deal with it.”

The flush of frustration rose prettily along Stiles’ neck and cheeks. He really was beautiful. Derek was waiting for the temper tantrum that was brewing that would diminish that beauty but it never came. He watched Stiles take a deep breath and compose himself.

“If there is no one else, then fine.”

“I’ll pick a group of my best soldiers and have them here tomorrow morning so you can interview them yourself. You can choose your bodyguard.”

“Really?” Stiles’ eyes shown.

“Yes.”

“That will be wonderful. Thank you, Derek,” Stiles purrs. The sound vibrates through his chest straight towards his cock. Then the memory of their kiss, the feel of Stiles' warm body and round little ass forces its way to the forefront of Derek’s mind.

Before he knows it, he walks towards Stiles, inches apart. Derek is crowding Stiles against the sink. The Omega’s breaths are coming in fast and shallow. Derek contemplates finally ‘christening’ their kitchen before Berta walks back in.

She startles and it catches Stiles’ attention. Just like that, whatever spell that fell over Derek was broken and he can’t distance himself fast enough. “Be ready by nine. That’s when they will show up.

He turns around and leaves before he does something he’ll regret. Despite Stiles being a spoiled little Omega, he had been on his best behavior today. Derek needed to remind himself that this transaction was just that.

Stiles

Stiles was not surprised that Derek did not come home the previous night. But at least he did keep his word, and all of the bodyguards were in his living room at nine sharp. He attempted to engage them in conversation as he interviewed them one on one, but they gave one word responses. They looked like they were all being punished by having to babysit their boss’ husband.

He asks Berta to send in the last candidate, not having much hope that any of them will make Stiles feel comfortable.

But that is when the last of the ten bodyguards peeks his head through the door. Stiles’ breath stutters in his throat. He is much younger than Stiles expected. And he was incredibly handsome with brown hair and green eyes. He was tall and had a nice build, but what set him apart was that he smiled at Stiles.

“Hi,” Stiles greets.

“Mr. Hale, good morning. I’m Jordan.” He says as he extends his hand for a shake.

“Please call me Stiles.”

“Yes, sir.”

Stiles laughs. “Stiles is fine.”

“I’m sorry. It’s hard to shake when formalities are drilled into you.”

“Where you military?”

“No, si-Stiles. I was a cop for ten years.”

“My father is a cop. Well, he’s a sheriff now. I still remember him as a deputy though. I think he loved his job more as a deputy than he ever has as the sheriff.”

“My whole family is in some kind of law-enforcement in one way or another.”

“What made you decide to leave?” Stiles asks, genuinely curious. “Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that.”

Jordan smiles kindly and shakes his head. “A perp got the better of me and messed my shoulder up. Decided to leave and go into private security. And well here I am.”

“Did my husband force you to come here and apply to be my babysitter or were you given a choice?”

Jordan frowns at him then. “The boss told us to come here at nine in the morning. We all do what we are told. But he did not sell it as a babysitting job.”

“What did he say then?

“He told us we were being given the opportunity to be his husband’s personal bodyguard. It’s a promotion for me, and the nine other Alphas that you saw before me. He picked his best soldier, Stiles.”

Stiles feels himself blush, embarrassed. “Oh.”

“Don’t underestimate your importance to the boss.”

“Do you start straight away or…” Stiles trails off. Ignoring what Jordan’s statement makes him feel.

“I got it?”

“Yes,” Stiles smiles. Someone finally treated him like a person, it makes him feel more normal than he has since he got married.

“Orders were that we start immediately.”

“Cool. I have a lunch meeting at one.”

“Wherever you need to go, I will take you.”

“Do you have a schedule or do you work every day?”

“I have Mondays and every other Saturday off. When you can, please give me your schedule so I can be on standby when you need to leave the house without the boss.”

“Who guards me when I’m with him?” Stiles asks quizzically.

Jordan looks at him for a long time, and Stiles feels like he asked a stupid question. “He does, Stiles.”

Stiles was so excited for his lunch meeting he made Jordan drive them out a little earlier than planned. When they arrive to the Club, Jordan guides Stiles through it into the private room where the charity committee was being held.

“You must be Stiles! I’m Donna,” a blonde Omega in her early forties shouts. She walks over to Stiles and links their arms together. “Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Stiles Hale, please give him a warm welcome.”

Donna forces Stiles to sit next to her and pours him a glass of very expensive champagne. “Stiles, we meet here three days a week. We are very conscientious about the importance of our work so we do what we can to help those in need.”

Stiles is feeling a little uncomfortable but he gives it a chance. Donna goes around the table introducing the Omegas who fawn over how great it is that Derek settled down. They remind Stiles of Derek’s reputation as a fuck machine, and giggle when Stiles makes a face.

Stiles waves at them as acknowledgment when the Omega on his left grabs his hand.

“I expected a bigger rock from the King of the west coast,” she mocks.

“It is my mother’s ring,” Stiles responds defensively.

“Oh how quaint and sentimental,” says another Omega. Stiles can’t remember their name.

Sensing his discomfort, Donna leans into him to whisper, “don’t listen to them. They’ve obviously had too much to drink.”

Stiles nods and listens to them make conversation. They all sound sloshed and a little vapid. “What charity are you taking on?”

“The school needs a new wing. There has been an increase in students, so expansion sounds like a great charity event. You know, thinking of the children’s comfort.”

“That sounds great. What school?”

“Westlake, of course.” Donna says as if that should have been a given.

If Stiles remembers correctly, Westlake was the private school nearby and their tuition rates were enough to pay off a mortgage. This was no charity committee. This was a group of bored Omegas with too much money and very little empathy to what real struggles were.

The pang of loneliness gets deeper and he politely excuses himself before he makes his way back to Jordan.

He doesn’t fit in at home. He doesn’t fit in here. Where can he fit in in a world that is not his own.

“Are you okay, Stiles?” Jordan gently grabs his elbow. It’s not for comfort, it’s to guide him to the car.

And once he’s inside, Stiles feels like he’s able to breathe. He feels Jordan watch him through the rear-view mirror.

“I’m fine. This just isn’t what I was looking for. I actually want to help people, and there is no help needed here.”

“Where to then?”

Stiles doesn’t want to go home just yet. It’s his first outing since his wedding. He remembers reading about an Omega domestic violence shelter and asks Jordan to take him there.

“I don’t think the boss would like that, Stiles.”

“What Derek doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Stiles shrugs.

“You want me to lie to him?” Jordan asks incredulously.

“No. You can tell him if he asks but he won’t. Trust me.” He doesn’t care what I do as long as I stay out of his way.

By the time Stiles gets home he’s ecstatic. The Omega shelter was in need of a coordinator and the Beta running the shelter hired him on the spot. He recognized Stilinski, his maiden name, as she was from Beacon Hills, and had met his father a couple of times.

Stiles felt useful and needed. When Stiles had offered to work for no pay, the Beta had given him the warmest hug and Stiles melted into it.

“Stiles!” Berta exclaims. “Mr. Hale will be home for dinner at eight.”

“Really?” Stiles is surprised. They haven’t had a meal together since the charade with his mother.

“He has instructed me to cook your favorite meal.” Berta waggles her eyebrows at him.

“I don’t think Derek would appreciate my favorite meal. You can just make whatever he likes.”

“My orders were to cook your favorite meal. Do not be stubborn, Stiles.”

Stiles blushes, feeling admonished by his only friend in this house. “I would love a cheeseburger, curly fries, and a strawberry milkshake. Oh, and a Ginger Ale on the side.”

Berta stares at him and gives him a genuine smile. “I will make it the best cheeseburger and curly fries you’ve ever had. Go get ready for Mr. Hale.”

Stiles gets the impulse to hug her so he does. His day turned out to be better than he expected, and he hasn’t felt this content in months.

“You’re a sweet boy, mijo. Go get ready.”

Derek

Derek arrives home shortly before dinner. He’s not sure what possessed him to ask Berta to make Stiles’ favorite meal. It’s not like he wants to get to know his husband.

But they’ve been married for a little over a month, and Derek is tired of staying away from his own house to avoid the Omega. So here he is, about to subject himself to the little prince’s whims.

Derek is bracing himself for small portions and something pretentious like foie gras. Even worse, what if he was a vegetarian or into raw foods.

No. Derek needs meat. He’s not looking forward to this, but before he can back out he finds Stiles in their kitchen. He’s sitting in their breakfast nook, smiling to himself.

He looks content. It’s a look Derek doesn’t think he’s ever seen. The smile is genuine, unlike the fallacy of their time with his mother. Derek misses a step and Stiles looks up at him.

“Hi,” the Omega says to him.

Derek bets he had a great time with the Omegas. Sipping mimosas and spending their husbands money. It’s either that or he’s enjoying his time with Jordan. It hadn’t escaped Derek’s notice that out of all the candidates he was sent, Stiles picked the youngest one. He narrows his eyes at his husband.

“Evening, little prince. You seem like you had a good day?” He sits across from Stiles.

“I did. Very much”

Before Derek could ask him what he did, Berta walks in with their dinner. Derek is startled and wonders, not for the first time, who is Stiles really is?

“Your favorite meal is a hamburger with fries?”

Stiles smiles wide. “Cheeseburger and curly fries. And don’t forget the milkshake. Berta insisted she cook my favorite meal. This is it. Sorry if it’s it’s not as fancy as you’re used to.”

Stiles grabs the burger with both hands and takes a large bite, moaning at the taste. The sound goes straight to Derek’s cock and he’s embarrassed to acknowledge he got a boner in front of a cheeseburger. Derek doesn’t realize how long he’s been staring until Stiles clears his throat and puts his burger down self consciously.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles mumbles.

Derek lifts the burger with as much vigor as Stiles had and takes a bite. “What for?” He says around a mouthful of meat, cheese, and bread. “There is no other way to enjoy a burger.”

They eat their meal in comfortable silence, both enjoying the quiet and the taste of Berta’s cooking. He finds himself staring at Stiles when they finish their meal. The Omega is such a mystery to him. When he had first agreed to this marriage, he assumed Stiles would be a spoiled little prince who was used to the finer things in life. Probably being spoiled by his Alpha father. But this meal, this meal made him want to get to know him better.

After a few moments, he breaks the silence. “Cheeseburgers really your favorite meal?”

“Yes, Derek. Don’t forget the curly fries. And the milkshake. It’s my comfort food. Why do you ask?”

“I assumed you would be vegan…or something…”

Stiles laughs loudly, and the sound takes Derek by surprise. It’s lovely and carefree. It’s the first he hears it.

“Why did you ask Berta to cook my favorite food?”

“Maybe I wanted to get to know you better.”

“Hmm,” Stiles hums as he sips on the last of his milkshake.

“How was the day with Jordan?” Derek asks suddenly, the pressure on his chest tightening for some unknown reason.

“Jordan was awesome. Thank you for sending all of the candidates. I’m really grateful.”

Derek bets he is. “Why did you choose him in particular? I can’t help but notice that he’s the youngest and better looking of the candidates.”

“You think Jordan is good looking?”

Derek can’t tell if the question is a genuine curiosity or if Stiles is mocking him. Instead of responding, he settles on glaring at the Omega.

Stiles rolls his eyes at him, and had it been anyone else, he would have bent Stiles over the dining room table and spanked his ass until it was red and tears streamed down his beautiful face. But if he did that, he knew it would end in him fucking him. And Derek didn’t want to fuck him.

Except that was the biggest fucking lie. He had been dreaming of sinking into that tight little ass ever since he discovered Stiles likes to sleep in tiny little sleep shorts. But he wouldn’t let the spoiled Omega win.

So, Derek let’s the eyeroll go. For now his brain supplies.

“Jordan was the only one who treated me like an actual person and spoke to me.” Stiles says defensively.

“He’s not there to talk to you.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s there to protect you. Talking to you is distracting. Fuck, Stiles, you’re distracting.” Derek growls.

“You think I’m distracting?” Stiles asks, a hopeful tint to his tone.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Derek crosses his arms and looks away.

“I see,” Stiles gets up. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to look through some paperwork for the charity fundraiser.”

Derek felt like shit watching Stiles retreating back. And he would never admit this aloud but he acted like a coward and waited for Stiles to be asleep before getting into bed. And he woke up early for his morning jog to avoid Stiles, too.

A few weeks pass. Derek and Stiles have an unspoken truce in which they are civil to each other when they’re in the same space together, but mostly Derek spends time at his hotel.

Derek can’t deny that Stiles seems happier. He seems to be getting along with the charity committee Derek had introduced him to, spending most of his days with them. At least, Derek had thought he was happier.

One evening he walked by his kitchen and overheard Stiles talking to Berta. He hadn’t been complaining, more like he was confessing something to someone he trusted. It made Derek feel sorry for the Omega, and almost guilty for not spending more time at home.

The only way Derek could think of to make Stiles feel more at home was to give him carte blanche on his credit card. Maybe a couple of shopping trips will help the little prince feel at ease.

Derek had walked into the kitchen then, startling the two. “Stiles.”

The Omega turns to him, a questioning look on his face. Derek reached into his wallet and takes out his black Amex.

“You should get whatever you want,” He hands the card to Stiles.

“Anything?” Stiles asks surprised.

Derek almost flinches, thinking of the damage one spoiled little Omega can do. “I realize everything in this house wasn’t of your choosing. Get whatever you want.”

He doesn’t wait for a response and turns around to head back to his hotel. He’s not sure what’s getting into him. It’s as if he’s going soft. He has an early meeting anyway, and it will be easier to go to it from his hotel.

He spends most of his morning in meetings. Some legitimate and some not so much.

Derek takes a break before his two o’clock with Chris Argent, the current head of their Beacon Hills operations. Chris was punctual and hated to be kept waiting. And he was also a dick so that was exactly what Derek was going to do.

Besides, he has had Stiles on his mind all day. It’s distracting and Derek doesn’t do distracted well. He wonders what kind of tacky, expensive shit the little princess got to make his house feel like a home. Derek doesn’t give a shit how much he’s spent, he’s just curious. He calls Jordan.

“Boss,” comes the clipped answer.

“Did Stiles enjoy his shopping trip?”

“I believe so, sir.”

“How much did he spend?”

“He spent forty-one dollars and twenty seven cents.” Jordan responds.

“That’s it?” Derek asks confused.

“Yes, boss.”

“Is the little prince in the house online shopping then?”

“Boss, Sti-Mr. Hale returned the credit card to me when we arrived to his charity work.”

He hears the knock on the door and Chris Argent bitching about ‘scheduled appointment.’

Derek motions he’s on an important phone call before ordering his receptionist to escort Chris to a meeting room.

“What did he buy, Jordan?”

“He got a one pound bag of gummy worms, a family pack of Cheezits, two candles and a ketchup bottle, sir.”

Before he could respond, Jordan interrupts. “I missed an item. A small picture frame.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all.” Jordan confirms.

“Thanks.” Derek ends the call.

Derek thought that Stiles was going to spend a fortune buying expensive Omega shit. He’s trying to figure out what Stiles’ angle is when another knock comes through my door.

Erica pops her head in, a mischievous smile on her face. “You good?”

“What?”

“They’re waiting for you.”

“Tell them to fucking wait some more. I have a phone call to make.”

“Oh,” Erica singsongs. “Testy. Little Omega not putting out?”

Derek glares and flashes his eyes at her before she leaves him alone.

He dials Stiles’ number, and the Omega answers on the second ring. Good.

“Hi,” Derek can hear the smile in his voice.

“Did you go shopping today?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Did you get everything you needed?”

“Yes, Derek.” Stiles giggles then. Candles and junk food made Stiles feel like home? The Omega continued to surprise Derek, and it made Derek wonder if he had misjudged him. Or he was being lulled into a false sense of security. Either way, Derek would get to the bottom of it.

“I’m taking you out to dinner tonight. Be ready by seven.”

“You’re taking me out? To Dinner?” Stiles asks surprised.

“Stiles, we’ve been married for almost two months and we haven’t been seen in public. I wouldn’t be surprised if people start thinking I’m holding you prisoner.”

“Derek Hale, was that a joke?” The giggle on the other end of the line sends a pleasurable tingle down his spine.

“Seven, Stiles.”

“What should I wear?”

“Something sexy,” Derek growls.

“See you then, Alpha.”

Derek arrives a few minutes before seven and waits in the car for Stiles. The Omega better not be late. It’s disrespectful. And Derek should know. He arrives late to meeting to show his partners who’s in charge.

Two minutes before seven, Stiles opens the door to the car and poses.

“Does this meet the requirement, Alpha?”

Stiles is wearing a fitted button up tucked into tailored trousers. The top buttons of his shirt are left undone and you can see glimpses of the Omega’s collarbone. He looks fit and long and Derek wants to lay him out and unwrap him.

“It’s an interesting choice,” Derek goes for disinterested.

“That bulge in your pants would say it’s interesting and sexy.” The confident tease is sexy.

Derek makes sure that Stiles gets in and makes eye contact when he reaches to adjust his cock into a more comfortable position.

The blush that rises on Stiles’ cheeks makes Derek smirk in triumph.

Derek took Stiles to his favorite rooftop restaurant. They would have a view of the city during sunset. He’s not sure why he reserved this particular restaurant but after their cheeseburger dinner, Derek couldn’t help but be intrigued.

They arrived to the restaurant where many photographers stood outside wanting to catch a glimpse of the rich and famous. It was a perfect opportunity for he and Stiles to be photographed together.

Before their driver opens the door, Derek reaches out to grab Stiles hand. He feels Stiles started and the smell of his arousal slowly permeates the car.

“Best behavior, okay?”

“Yes, Alpha,” Stiles responds, not looking away from Derek’s eyes. The air between them is charged and Derek makes a move to lean in when the door is opened and flashing lights cut through the tension.

As Derek makes his way out of the car, he’s bombarded by questions that he ignores. He extends his hand to Stiles to help him out, and when the Omega stands, he circles his arm around his husband’s waist. He takes the liberty of sliding his hand to the rise of Stiles’ ass, it’s plump and Derek thinks of palming it completely.

The cameras and paparazzi follow them as they make their way through the crowd to the entrance.

“Omega Hale, where have you been? How is married life? Will we see little Hales soon?”

The onslaught of questions kept coming but Stiles’ composure remained. He nestled further into Derek’s hold, and the Alpha would never admit how much it made him preen.

Stiles turns to one of the paparazzi with a coy smile. “Have you seen my husband? We are newlyweds after all.”

Derek grins at the camera and pulls Stiles in for a kiss. The last time they kissed, his mother had been present and Derek was distracted. But now, now he can focus on it all.

Stiles lips are soft and firm, and he tastes sinfully sweet. All Derek wants to do is taste more. If his lips were this good, Derek could only imagine how Stiles would taste, wet with arousal and at Derek’s disposal.

He pulls away then, looking to Stiles’ eyes. He doesn’t have to wonder if Stiles felt what Derek did because he can smell it.

Derek doesn’t know what possesses him to do it, but he leans in and nuzzles Stiles’ neck before leaving a gentle kiss on his jaw.

They make their way into the restaurant, away from the prying eyes of the media. They’re greeted by the host who escorts them to Derek’s preferred table.

Derek’s hand does not leave Stiles’ lower back, and he notices the looks that the Omega gets from the other patrons. He can’t deny that Stiles is beautiful and carries himself with a confidence not often seen. It’s quiet yet reserved.

Derek wonders who this man is. Their marriage was a forced business transaction which Derek had accepted instead of disappearing the fucking sheriff because Stiles could never be someone Derek fell in love with. But their interactions in the last couple of weeks of their marriage leaves Derek feeling not only duped, but wanting in ways that he never has.

He didn’t want to think of Stiles as sexy or smart, funny or charming, and yet, here he was. He thought he was marrying a spoiled little Omega prince who’s sole purpose would be to give him heirs, and instead he’d gotten so much more. Derek was starting to realize he’d been so wrong about his husband.

Stiles

Derek pulls Stiles' chair for him before they sit. It’s a chivalrous thing to do that leaves Stiles surprised. This whole evening has been a surprise. A good one, and it makes Stiles hopeful that they can find a middle ground. Maybe they won’t find love with each other, but maybe a friendship.

He also can’t deny how handsome Derek looks in his three piece suit. Derek is a gorgeous Alpha, and he can’t help but notice all eyes on him. He pushes away the wave of jealousy. Derek isn’t technically his. Not really.

“You did well out there,” Derek watches him.

“You told me to be on my best behavior. Had to make our marriage look as convincing as possible. Not that many don’t question our relationship anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Derek asks, a frown on his face.

“Derek.” Stiles stares. “I’m not exactly your type.”

“And how would you know what my type is, little prince?”

“I’m not a socialite, or a model or an actor. I’m just,” he looks for the right word. He’s not self-deprecating but he can’t help but compare himself. “I’m just a simple Omega unlike the stars and sparkles you’re probably used to.”

“None of those Omegas were of any importance.”

Derek’s so dismissive to his exes, it makes Stiles sad for them but also pleased.

“And I am?” Stiles pushes.

“You’re my husband.”

“We signed a piece of paper, Derek. We are husband and husband to the public, maybe. But we both know it’s in name only.”

Derek stares at him, something Stiles can’t define swirling in the Alpha’s eyes. He doesn’t know Derek at all, so he can’t read the expression. It’s frustrating to him.

“How was your shopping trip? Am I going to find a closet full of clothes and new garden furniture?”

Stiles frowns. “No, of course not. I just got stuff that I needed.”

“What stuff?” Derek asks before ordering a bottle of expensive wine.

Stiles feels himself blushing. “Just…things that would help me feel at home.”

“What did you buy, little prince?”

“Such a stubborn Alpha,” Stiles rolls his eyes as he takes a sip of the wine the waiter poured for him. “I bought candles, some junk food, and a picture frame.”

The look that Derek gives him, makes Stiles blush harder. It makes Stiles feel slightly embarrassed.

“That’s really all you needed to make you feel at home?” Derek asks softly.

Before Stiles can respond, the waiter comes back to take their order. They both get the steak dish, and Derek looks at him again. Stiles is going to have to catalog the looks and try to decipher them because the man speaks more fluently with his eyebrows than with his lips.

“So, was that all you needed to make our house feel like a home?”

So persistent. “Yes, Derek. I like simple comfort things. I was alone a lot as a kid so most of my meals consisted of chips or candy. So that’s what I got.”

“You surprise me.”

“You’re surprised because you’ve never made the effort to actually get to know me, Derek.” Stiles looks away then, refusing to acknowledge how much that actually hurts. He takes another sip to hide his face, not wanting to show this level of vulnerability.

“Don’t I know you, though?”

“What do you think you know, Mr. Hale?”

“You’re a spoiled little Omega prince who’s father probably doted on excessively.”

Stiles holds still, willing himself not to flinch from the hurt those words cause. He musters up his campaigning smile and looks back at Derek. “Nailed it!” He sing-songs.

There was less talking after that. Stiles focused on enjoying his steak, and so did Derek, it seemed.

Sneakily, Stiles stole glimpses of Derek. Even though the Alpha was a downright bastard, he was still hot. And sexy. He must have been staring for too long because the Alpha met his eyes and winked at him.

The look sent thrills down Stiles’ spine even though just a few minutes before he was insulted by the Alpha’s assumptions of him. His body was really fucked up.

Stiles was going to comment on their dinner when he sees a flash of metal from his periphery. Before he knows it, he’s staring at the barrel of a gun, and Derek is jumping off his seat. Stiles couldn’t move. All he could see was the gun so close to his face.

“Tell your father I know,” the gunman snarls at him before everything turns fuzzy. All he sees is Derek overpowering the gunman and knocking him to the ground.

“Get the fucking car,” the Alpha barks to one of the bodyguards Stiles isn’t paying attention to. He’s frozen. Unable to move, and the only thing he can see is Derek. Once their bodyguards have the gunman secure, he watches as Derek approaches him.

Stiles doesn’t realize he’s shaking until Derek scoops him into his arms. The Alpha is whispering something that Stiles can’t understand but his voice is soothing. Derek pushes Stiles’ face into his neck, probably knowing that his Alpha pheromones will help Stiles calm down.

The next thing he knows, Stiles is sitting in Derek’s lap in their car as it pulls into traffic. The Alpha gently pushes Stiles’ hair from his face. “Are you okay?”

All Stiles can do is nod. He knows he should get off Derek’s lap but he’s unwilling. The feel of Derek’s hand soothing him, rubbing his back and his arms and his face. It feels like heaven.

As if the Alpha could read his mind. “Just stay here with me, okay? You’re in shock, baby. Just relax.”

Stiles leans in further and rests his head on the Alpha’s shoulder, taking sniffs of the Alpha’s pheromones. He tells himself it’s to calm him down and not because he actually likes the spicy scent.

“What do you think that was about?” Stiles whispers. “He mentioned my dad.”

“I don’t know, Stiles. But I will find out.” The tone is lethal and Stiles knows that the man won’t live past tonight.

“That has never happened to me before. I… I don’t know why this happened.” Stiles tries not to tear up but the adrenaline is winding down.

Derek shushes him and begins to play with his hair. “I have many enemies, and your father in his position must have made just as many enemies, Stiles. Do you understand why I won’t allow you to leave the house without your bodyguard?”

Stiles nods, being lulled by Derek’s voice and his soft, almost gentle touches. He’s jostled a little when Derek moves. The Alpha produces a bottle of liquor and offers it to Stiles.

Stiles takes the bottle and chugs before Derek pulls it away.

“Pace yourself.”

Stiles glares at him. “You think I can’t handle my liquor?”

“That shit is strong. I’m telling you to pace yourself.”

And Stiles being the brat that he was, took the bottle from the Alpha and chugged half of it in one go.

Derek

By the time they arrive to their home, Stiles is fucking drunk. Derek would be livid if he wasn’t so amused by the Omega’s antics. The car pulls into their driveway and Stiles giggles.

“I think I’m drunk.”

“Well, I know you’re drunk, little prince.” Derek sets Stiles down in the seat next to him so he can get out of the car. When he turns around, Stiles’ is staring at him with the saddest eyes.

“I don’t think I can stand up.”

Derek sighs. “You didn’t listen. I told you it was strong.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, Derek.” Stiles slurs.

Derek pulls him out of the car and begins to carry him into their house and up to their room. He settles Stiles on the edge of the bed, making sure that if he tips over, he won’t faceplant on the floor.

The buttons of Stiles’ shirt were ripped and it exposed the Omega’s chest and belly.

Derek is surprised how well toned the Omega is. It’s sexy, and Derek wants nothing but to just fuck him. But Stiles was drunk, and Derek can be many things, but a rapist is not one of them. He turns to his dresser and pulls out one of his shirts.

He helps take Stiles’ shirt completely off, tossing the shirt into the trash. There is no salvaging it. Stiles just watches him, a dopey grin on his face. Derek next works on Stiles’ pants and when he pulls them off completely, Derek freezes.

Stiles is wearing red lace, the Omega’s cock is barely hidden behind the scrap of fabric and Derek is hard instantly. The longer he stares, he watches as Stiles’ cock twitches and gets hard and his slick is staining the lace. Fuck. Fuck.

He hasn’t had sex in weeks, and he won’t have sex now. But he wants it. He wants Stiles like he’s never wanted anyone before.

Stiles sits up then, doe eyes trained on Derek’s eyes. “Don’t go to the hotel tonight.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Derek caresses Stiles’ cheek. He should go. To get some relief at least, but he won’t leave Stiles alone. Not tonight. He grabs the shirt and tries to hand it to Stiles but the Omega just raises his arms, waiting expectantly.

Derek obliges and helps Stiles with the shirt, and if he happens to brush against Stiles’ hard cock a couple times to hear each intake of breath, he can just say it was an accident.

“You want me,” Stiles whispers, words still slurred but more clear.

“Go to sleep, Stiles.”

“Are you ever going to fuck me?” Stiles throws himself against the pillows, getting comfortable.

Derek leans into him, making sure Stiles feels exactly what the Omega does to him. “Not tonight, little prince.”

“I am your husband! You should take care of my needs,” Stiles says, rubbing against Derek’s front.

“Baby, when I fuck you, you’re going to be sober for it. I want you in full control so that I can fuck you senseless and ruin you for anyone else. You’ll beg for me. I promise you.” Derek growls and nips at Stiles’ ear.

“Ugh, fine,” Stiles wiggles. No longer rubbing himself against Derek but to get comfortable for sleep.

Derek gets up to secure the windows and doors. He checks his nightstand for his loaded gun before sliding into bed and wrapping Stiles up into his body.

“Alpha,” Stiles murmurs, already asleep.

There’s a tightness to Derek’s chest and he spends a long time watching Stiles sleep. He wondered, and was now mostly convinced, that Stiles was an innocent party in this whole arrangement. It almost made Derek want to let him go. Let Stiles live a normal life.

Almost.

Because if tonight proved anything to Derek, it was that he wanted to keep Stiles for himself.

Not just because he was blackmailed into this marriage. And not just for the heirs he was promised.

But because Derek wants Stiles. Stiles is his, and would remain his.

Derek dared anyone to challenge him. They would meet their end.

It was early when Derek left Stiles sleeping in their bed. He told the staff that Stiles was not to be disturbed, to let his Omega rest for as long as he could.

Before leaving, Derek had the urge to kiss Stiles goodbye. He settled with leaving him a note, some Tylenol, and a glass of water. He was sure Stiles would have a hangover.

He makes his way to the abandoned warehouse in the city outskirts. He meets Boyd and the rest of his inner circle. They kept watch of the soon-to-be deadman who attempted to take what was his.

“What have you found out?”

“His name is Scott McCall. He’s twenty-six years old and is from Beacon Hills. He dropped out of high school a month before he graduated and wasn’t seen or heard from since his high school girlfriend died in a hit-and-run accident.”

“Has he said anything?”

“Not a word.”

Derek nods and passes the rest of his guards.

“Mr. McCall.”

The young man looks up, he’s haggard and looks ten years older than Boyd’s research would say. Derek sits in front of him, watching for every reaction.

“Why did you threaten my husband?”

“I wanted to hurt his father,” McCall snarls.

Derek leans back, expression disinterested.

“Why do you want to hurt the town Sheriff?”

“Because he ruined my life! He fucking ruined it,” McCall starts to cry.

“Do you have a death wish, Mr. McCall?”

“I don’t give a shit what happens to me. My life stopped eight years ago, so just kill me and get it over with.”

The predatory smile Derek gives him stops the young Beta. “You really don’t know who you’re dealing with, do you?”

The color drains from Scott’s face but Derek doesn’t let him speak. He backhands him so hard, he falls from his seat and looks up at Derek with a split lip. Blood dripped down his face.

“You see, Mr. McCall,” Derek starts as he walks towards where the Beta landed. “You threatened what is mine. You made my husband fearful when you put a gun to his face.”

Derek breathes, a predatory grin on his face. “You’re not just going to die, Mr. McCall. You’re going to hurt. Because, you see, for every tremble I felt on Stiles’ body, I will hear a scream from your mouth.”

Derek moves fast then and grabs the Beta. He bends each finger, breaking bone and relishes in the pain he’s causing.

“I’m sorry. I was never going to hurt him. I just wanted him to tell his father how scared he was. So that bastard could know how it feels.”

“What did John Stilinski do to you?” Derek lays Scott on the floor, straddling the Beta’s chest as Boyd grabs his legs so he won’t try to wrestle free.

“I-i-i-I told you. He ruined my life,” McCall cries.

“You have one last chance to give me details, you fucking piece of shit,” Derek growls as he breaks the Beta’s arm.

The scream fuels Derek further, wanting this fucker to hurt for what he did. Stiles should have never been attacked. And this Beta will learn that before Derek disposes of him.

And anyone else who thinks of coming after his husband will also get the message.

“He,” the miserable fuck sniffles. “He covered a murder. Please. I’m sorry. Sorry—Ahhhh!”

Derek grabs his head then, forcing McCall to look at him. “Do you have any evidence?”

He shakes his head as best as he can with Derek’s tight hold.

“Then you are of no use to me,” Derek growls. “I hope crossing me was worth it. Because you won’t see another day.”

Derek smiles down at the pathetic use of space and he can almost see the glimmer of hope spark in the guy's eye and that makes him smile sharper, showing all his teeth before he grabs McCall’s head, positioning his thumbs over his eyes but not yet touching him.

“I hope this is as good for you as it’ll be for me.”

With that, he presses his thumbs down into the eye sockets of the man who caused his Omega to shake in fear. It was that bit of information that had him grinning viciously as he circles his thumbs, enjoying the screams of the man. Derek shakes his head because he hadn’t even gotten to the good part, he doesn’t know how this Scott character survived this long in the world but at least he’s learning to regret it.

Rolling his eyes he pushed his thumbs hard, lifting up to allow his upper body strength to fall through his arms, giving him the squelch he was waiting for. He felt his thumbs and hands get warm, the blood flowing from the guy’s eyes was just the sight he needed. He could feel Scott’s legs still kicking but not as forcefully, so with his thumbs still deep in his eyes sockets, he lifted his head and slammed it back against the floor, he did it again for good measure before nodding to himself, grin still in place. Easing his fingers out, he shakes his hands, pieces of flesh and droplets of blood scattering on the floor before he stands.

“Get rid of him,” he commands. “Boyd.”

“Yeah?”

“Look into this coverup. Be discreet.”

“Harris, take me back to the hotel.” His voice is clipped, anger and satisfaction both warring within him. He wants to shower before heading home, needing to see Stiles but not wanting to be covered in blood.

In the car, Derek dials his Omega.

“Hello?”

Stiles voice is warm, and Derek can almost imagine he’s smiling on the other end of the line.

Derek catches himself grinning before he responds. “How’s the head?”

“Don’t ask,” Stiles whines. “Thank you for taking care of me, Alpha.”

“I’m going to be home for dinner tonight, okay?”

“What happened to the guy? Why did he come after me?”

“He wasn’t going to hurt you, he just wanted to scare your dad. He had a problem with your dad over an incident that happened a few years ago.”

“An incident made him come and attack me? That doesn’t make sense. I’ve lived in Beacon Hills my whole life and I’ve never had someone point a gun to my face.”

“No one,” Derel growls. “No one will ever get that close to you again. I promise.”

“Okay,” Stiles accepts, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. As if he can trust Derek to keep him safe.

“What’s his name?”

Derek hesitates to answer. He doesn’t want Stiles involved. But he knows that Stiles needs to know. “Scott McCall.”

“I’ve never heard of him.”

“Do you have any plans today? Meeting your charity?”

“With this hangover,” Stiles laughs, the sound warm and content. “No. I’m just going to stay home. Probably read by the pool and bake some cookies with Berta later. Why?”

“I told you, I’ll be home for dinner. And I would like for you to eat with me.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Then I’ll see you later tonight, little prince.” And for the first time, Derek uses the nickname with affection.

A few hours later, he’s met with his investors and had a call with Boyd about the Sheriff. He hasn’t found much but it’s been less than a day and Derek trusts him implicitly to get that information in time.

He makes his way through his hotel lobby when he hears someone calling his name. When he turns around, it’s Donna Sinclair and her husband Jonathan.

“Derek, how lovely to see you,” she preens and forces a kiss on his cheek. Derek notices her husband give her a look. The man is an investor and knows Derek’s aversion to being touched.

“We haven’t seen you in so long. Keeping busy as a newlywed, I suppose.”

“Yes. But while I work, Stiles keeps busy with your charity so I’m sure you know all about it.”

Donna pauses for a second then grins at him as if she has information Derek does not. It makes Derek’s hackles rise.

“What is it?” Derek almost snarls but keeps his temper in check.

“Well, Derek. I don’t know if it’s my place but we haven’t seen Stiles in weeks. Since the first day he came.” The laugh is forced and Derek feels his blood boiling.

“I’m sure I’ve misunderstood,” Derek says, clipped. “I must take my leave now. It was good seeing you both.”

Where the fuck was Stiles going almost every day. Derek dials Antonio.

“Where is Stiles?” He asks without preamble.

“Sir, he is reading by the pool.”

“Where did he go yesterday?”

“He went on his shopping trip and then his charity with Jordan.”

“The two of them? Alone?”

“You instructed that they did not need a driver, sir.”

“They go together every day? For how long?”

“Five to six hours a day. Sometimes all day, sir.”

Derek hung up then. He’s sure his eyes have turned red, and he’s unable to keep his anger in check. He wants to murder someone, and if he goes home right now, he knows he would put his hands on Stiles. He’s never hurt an Omega before but his fucking cheating slut of a husband may even deserve it.

Boyd meets him as Derek is about to exit.

“I’ve got something, Derek.”

The reprieve will help him calm down so he follows Boyd back to his office. The only thing on his mind is chaining Stiles to his bed so the Omega can never take him for a fool again. Derek can’t believe he was starting to see him differently.

The disappointment was visceral but he was not going to admit to that.

Stiles

Stiles comes out of the shower feeling refreshed and looking forward to his dinner with Derek. Something about last night has made Stiles see the Alpha differently. Not only had Derek protected him, but he’d also taken care of Stiles in a way he hadn’t been since before his mother died.

Stiles was deciding on an outfit to wear when the door gets slammed open. Stiles is startled and drops the clothes he was going to wear.

“Derek?”

Stiles notices the red eyes and the tension surrounding his Alpha. “Is everything okay?” He wants to reach out but Derek seems so dangerous, Stiles is almost scared.

“Where were you yesterday?”

The question catches Stiles off guard. “I was at the charity. Why?”

“The charity that you attend. Every day. With Jordan?” With every word, Derek enters the room and backs Stiles into the wall.

“You told me I couldn’t go anywhere without him. Who else would I go with? Derek, what’s wrong?” Stiles’ voice trembles.

“What’s wrong, he says. Do you think I wouldn’t find out?” Derek braces both arms around Stiles, his face so close that Stiles can see the swirls of anger in Derek’s eyes.

“Find out what? What happened?”

“That you’ve been lying to me, little prince.” The nickname which Derek had said with such affection over the phone now makes him feel dirty.

“I’ve never lied to you, Derek,” Stiles breathed, his voice laced with frustration and desire.
Derek's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense. “How long have you been fucking him? How long have you been sneaking away with fucking Jordan while claiming to do fucking charity work?”

Stiles scoffed, his anger mingling with a simmering passion. “Have you lost your damn mind? I’m not fucking anyone. Least of all Jordan.” Stiles's voice dripped with a seductive confidence. “Derek, he works for you. I would never do that. And I’m no cheat, either.”

A dangerous glint sparked in Derek's eyes as he advanced, their bodies mere inches apart. “Hmm,” Derek hummed, his voice low. “I ran into Donna on my way home. She says they haven’t seen you in fucking weeks, Stiles. I can only assume it’s because your charity work has been spreading your legs for Jordan.”

Stiles's frustration reached its peak, fueling a surge of desire. Without hesitation, he moved to slap Derek, but the Alpha was faster, catching his wrist and pinning it against the wall. Stiles's heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of anger and an electric anticipation coursing through him.

“Fuck you, Derek,” he spat, his voice heavy with longing. “If you ever bothered to talk to me or ask me anything about myself, you’d know that I’ve been volunteering at the Domestic Violence Omega shelter. You can call the director or look in my backpack and you’ll see some of the files and fundraisers I’m initiating. And Donna… that group of vapid Omegas wouldn’t know how to help anyone in need if it slapped them with a threadbare Chanel.”

Stiles's tears welled up, his emotions raw and exposed. The pain of Derek's accusations hit him like a tidal wave, mingling with the lingering desire that coursed through his veins. He watched as Derek's anger shifted to confusion, and though Stiles's heart ached, he couldn't bring himself to care. Derek had called him a whore, doubted him. The tears he had fought so hard to hold back cascaded down his cheeks.

He saw the conflict in Derek's eyes, the struggle between guilt and the need to console Stiles.

“I can’t believe you’d think I was sleeping with Jordan.”

The tension between them began to dissipate, and Derek let out a heavy sigh. “What did you expect me to think? You disappear every day with a handsome Alpha... and we’ve... never... it wasn’t out of the norm to believe you were getting it somewhere else.”

Stiles's laughter was bitter and laced with a hint of desire. “Like you do?”

Derek released Stiles's wrist and cupped his face gently, his touch sending shivers down Stiles's spine. “No, Stiles. I have not once broken our marriage vows. I wouldn’t, but I do have needs.”

Stiles's doubt wavered as Derek's words washed over him. His eyes searched Derek's face, seeking the truth behind his confession. “Well, I haven’t gotten it anywhere for the last twenty-six years. I wasn't going to start by cheating on my husband with someone he pays to be nice to me.”

A flicker of realization crossed Derek's features. “What?”

Stiles took a deep breath to steady himself. He didn’t mean to say that, to let Derek know he’d never been with anyone. He felt vulnerable and embarrassed. “Nothing.” He lied.

“Stiles,” Derek whispers, his expression soft. “Are you telling me you’re a virgin?” He lets go of his face then and takes a step back. There’s a shift then, one that Stiles can feel. There is no more rage and violence, but now there is tenderness and protectiveness. And if Stiles is not mistaken, there’s also a glint of possessiveness in Derek’s eyes.

“I dated some but nothing ever came of it. I was waiting to fall in love but that never really happened for me. Plus, I was always busy taking care of my dad or helping him on one of his campaigns.”

Derek’s gaze softens and he grabs Stiles’ hands. He brings them up to his lips for a tender kiss. “I’m sorry, little prince. I didn’t know.”

Stiles shrugs then. “Like I said before, you never bothered to get to know me…” He trails off, feeling Derek’s heat as the Alpha traces fingers up Stiles’ arm to his shoulder and his neck.

The air crackles with sexual tension, and Stiles feels desire in his lower belly. His body craves Derek’s, and having the Alpha touch him makes Stiles want more. More of those fingers on him, in him. Maybe even other things.

“Derek,” Stiles says, needy. “Please…”

“Please, what?” Derek growls against Stiles’ ear, hot breath puffing along his skin.

“Please touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” Derek’s groan is filthy, and it strengthens Stiles’ resolve.

“You are my husband. And at one point, we’re going to have sex. And I’m tired of waiting. So, yes, Derek. I’m sure.”

Derek pulls Stiles into his arm, and leans in, capturing Stiles lips in a kiss that leaves Stiles’ knees week and his arousal deepening.

Their bodies press against each other, the heat and desire between them escalating. Derek’s hands roam Stiles’ body with a newfound urgency, exploring every dip and curve of his back and ass, igniting a trail of fire in their wake. Stiles moans into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Derek’s hair, pulling him closer, craving more.

He’s never felt like this before, this craving and need that he feels for Derek. Not even close.

Derek breaks the kiss, his voice rough with need. “You have to be sure, little prince. If we start this, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“Stiles’ voice is laced with a mix of confidence and desire as he gazes into Derek’s eyes. “I want your hands on me, exploring every inch of my body. I want your lips, your fingers, your tongue. I want everything, Alpha.”

Derek grabs Stiles and lifts him up. Stiles instinctively wraps his legs around Derek and kisses the Alpha’s neck. He’s feeling bold and and assured that the Alpha wants him too.

As they reach the bed, the Alpha lays Stiles down gently, hiss eyes never leaving Stiles’ face. Stiles feels Derek’s fingers trailing down his chest to his waist, and surprisingly through all of this, his towel has stayed on. Derek undoes the towel’s hold and Stiles’ covers up, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“Don’t cover yourself. Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful, Stiles.”

And Stiles believes him. With Derek’s touch being reverent, the Alpha’s fingers mapping every counutor of Stiles’ skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake –how could he not believe how desirable Derek found him. Derek’s fingers follow, placing heated kisses along Stiles’ chest, his stomach, until he reaches the apex of Stiles’ arousal.

The Alpha spreads his legs wide. Stiles arches his back, a desperate plea escaping his lips as Derek’s tongue teases his sensitive skin. His breath is so close to Stiles’ dick, and he thinks Derek is going to take him into his mouth but the Alpha trails his tongue lower. The first touch of the Alpha’s tongue to Stiles’ hole has the Omega shout in pleasure.

“Fuck,” Derek groans, pained.

“What?” Stiles is nervous. Maybe he’s not doing this right.

Derek lifts his head, his lips glistening with Stiles’ slick. “You smell and taste delicious, baby. I want to spend a lot of time eating this ass every day.”

Stiles blushes at the Alpha's words but he loves the filthy mouth. Derek blows a stream of cold air against his hole before using his hot tongue to lick inside him. He then seals his mouth and sucks. Stiles quivers, feeling so close to the precipice. His body jolts in pleasure.

"Fuck, Der," Stiles groans.

Derek was skilled and relentless, continuously using his tongue to rim Stiles before adding a finger to his play. Out of nowhere, Stiles' orgasm bursts through him.

Stiles cries out in pleasure, a rush of slick and come that Derek gladly licks as Stiles just lies back, aftershocks coursing through his body. When the orgasm subsides, Derek lifts his head and looks directly at Stiles.

"Baby, I think we have a real problem."

"Why?" Stiles asks, confused. He thought this was amazing.

"I was right. You taste so fucking good, I don't think I'm going to want to let you leave this bed ever again. " Derek's grin is mischievous and self-satisfied.

Stiles laughs as he tries to gently kick Derek. “You asshole.”

Derek catches Stiles' foot and kisses his ankle. “Careful, little prince. We’re just getting started.”

Derek lifts and stands then. He’s still fully clothed, but not for long. Stiles admires every expanse of skin that is revealed as the strong Alpha removes his blazer and his shirt. He’s sculpted from marble–a renaissance sculpture Stiles can’t wait to explore.

The Alpha’s trousers are next, and Stiles realizes that he’s commando. Derek’s cock stands firm and proud, huge in size. Stiles’ is not sure how he’s going to fit but he wants it. He wants this.

Stiles watches as Derek kneels between his legs again. Stiles lifts his hips, asking the Alpha to just fuck him.

“Not yet. I have to make sure you’re ready.” Derek’s voice is full of desire, fueling Stiles’. Derek pushes a finger and then two into Stiles, he’s wet enough but it’s not nearly enough to sate the fullness he wants to feel. But then. Then the Alpha leans down and takes Stiles into his mouth.

Stiles gasps, a mixture of pleasure and slight burn as Derek adds a third and then a fourth finger.

He’s so wet that all you hear in the room are the sounds of his moans and the wet, erotic sounds of Derek fucking him with his fingers. When Stiles can’t stand the exquisite torture, he pulls Derek up, their lips crashing together. Stiles can taste himself on Derek’s tongue and it’s the best thing he’s ever had.

Their bodies are aligned, and all the Alpha has to do is thrust into Stiles.

“Der, please. I’m ready, readyready.”

Stiles feels Derek’s breath fan across his lips, sending shivers down Stiles’ spine.

“Once I claim you, baby, that’s it. You’re mine,” Derek growls possessively.

Stiles’ breath hitches, his heart pounding in his chest as Derek’s words ignite a fire within him. He reaches up and cups Derek’s cheek, pulling him for a searing kiss. Their tongues dance in a sensual rhythm. He feels Derek push his legs towards his chest.

“Keep them there,” the Alpha’s eyes bleed red as he guides himself at Stiles’ entrance, slowly pushing inside, inch by inch.

“Oh, fuck,” Stiles’ voice is strained. “Why did you stop?”

“Giving you a chance to adjust, baby,” Derek peppers kisses on Stiles' cheeks down to his neck, where he bites and sucks.

“Please move, Der. I need it. I need you.”

Derek’s movements are slow and deliberate, ensuring Stiles adjust to the new sensations. With each thrust, the rhythm between them builds, their bodies moving in a passionate harmony of moans and filthy words.

Stiles clings to Derek, his nails digging into the Alpha’s back, the pleasure intensifying with each movement. Something clicks for Stiles then, and he surrenders to the raw and unfiltered passion that ignites between them.

Their bodies move together, Derek shifts and hits the perfect spot to bring Stiles closer to the edge. With a scream of Derek’s name, Stiles comes all over them both, waves of pleasure crashing through him. He clings to Derek tightly, riding out the waves, feeling a bond form as Derek releases inside him.

They’re both breathless and Derek rolls them so Stiles is on top, their bodies still intimately connected. Stiles rests his head against Derek’s chest, listening to the Alpha’s heartbeat. Being soothed by the Alpha’s heartbeat.

“Just stay like this,” Derek murmurs to him, caressing Stiles’ back.

“But… you’re still inside,” Stiles says shyly, burying his face in the Alpha’s chest.

“I’m not pulling out, baby. Get used to it. Now, rest. I’ll clean you up in a bit.”

Stiles felt contentment and didn’t fight the sleep that came over him.

Derek

Derek wakes with a warm body nestled in front of him. He pulls Stiles closer, savoring the feeling of his Omega’s soft skin against his. Derek woke Stiles twice more in the night to fuck, and if Derek knew how good Stiles would feel, he would have taken him on their wedding night.

Even now, Derek is hard again. He wants to lift Stiles’ leg and push in. The Omega would be loose and ready. Maybe he’ll be sore… It’s the only thought that really stops Derek from fucking the Omega into the mattress. Again.

He’s starting to care. Or maybe part of him did care, Derek is not sure and he doesn’t want to think about it much.

He feels Stiles stir as the Alpha trails kisses from the nape to his shoulder.

“Again?” The voice is sleepy and aroused.

“Are you sore?” Derek nestles his cock in the cleft of Stiles’ ass, feeling the Omega push back against him.

“Just a little but I’m okay. Fuck me, Alpha.”

Derek hesitates, his hand caressing Stiles’ side in a tender gesture.He would never have described himself as tender or gentle, especially when it came to fucking. But with Stiles, it’s different. He finds himself wanting to prioritize Stiles’ well-being, to ensure that they both feel pleased and fulfilled. He wants to make their physical connection unforgettable, so Stiles will be ruined to anyone else.

Derek must have hesitated for too long that he feels Stiles shift, trying to push himself against Derek.

“Are you sure?” Derek’s voice is concerned, a vulnerability breaking through his usual roughness.

“Der, fuck me. Please, Alpha.” Stiles’ voice is breathless, full of want and it’s enough for Derek.

He pushes Stiles face down on their bed and lifts his hips. “It won’t be gentle, little prince. I went easy on you because it was your first time but I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m going to teach you how to take it.”

Stiles’ breaths come quick. Derek can see the tremors in his body but not from fear. On his knees, Derek has full view of Stiles’ ass and he’s so wet.

“You’re going to take me, baby. And you’re going to love it.” Before Stiles can respond, Derek pushes in all the way to the hilt. He holds for a moment, giving Stiles time to adjust before grabbing his Omega’s hips and pulling out almost all the way. Only to push in fast and hard.

Stiles moans, pushing back and meeting Derek’s rhythm.

“Der, yes”

The breathy tone urges Derek on. Pushes the Alpha to fuck harder, to angle his hips for the spot that will push Stiles over the edge. As their tension builds, he distantly hears his phone ring.

“Fuck,” Derek curses. Very few people make the ringer on his phone go off so he knows it’s urgent. He pushes Stiles all the way down on the bed and lays on top of him.

The Omega grunts and protests Derek’s weight.

“I have to take this, baby. Hold on.” Derek was reluctant to stop, to let him go but he had no choice. He presses a fleeting kiss against Stiles’ shoulder. Nips his neck for good measure.

Stiles’ dissatisfaction is evident as he makes a grab at Derek. “Stay.”

The command is evident, and the Omega listens.

Derek stretches his arm towards the nightstand and looks at his screen. It was Boyd and Derek’s instincts go on high alert. He didn’t want to pick up in front of Stiles in case Boyd had some news on the bastard Sheriff. So he reluctantly pulls out and gets up.

“Seriously?” Stiles is indignant.

Derek looks through his drawers and wishes he’d have had the forethought to buy some plugs. He’ll correct this problem as soon as he takes care of business.

“Derek. You’re just going to leave me like this?”

Stiles’ tone makes Derek smile. It's the tone of the spoiled little prince that Derek thought he was. But he can forgive it. Find it almost endearing because it’s the sexual frustration that drives it. It’s a testament to how much he wants Derek.

Derek flips Stiles then and lays over him. “I’m going to make it up to you, my little prince. I promise.” He leans in and captures Stiles’ lips, licking and demanding entrance. It’s given freely and Derek wastes too much time being seduced by the Omega’s lips and tongue.

The phone rings again, and Derek can’t put it off any longer. He gets up then and grabs his phone and a robe, ready to go to his soundproof office to take it. But it’s Stiles’ giggles that make him turn around.

“The robe does a terrible job of hiding your, um… you know.” Stiles finishes, a blush painting his cheeks.

“The staff will know how much I want you.” Derek shrugs, not caring at all. Before he gets too distracted by his Omega again, he forces himself to leave their bedroom.

In his spacious, soundproof office, Derek reclines in his plush leather chair, the epitome of Alpha authority. The room screams sophistication and power, with its dark mahogany furnishings and tastefully curated artwork adorning his walls. The scent of polished wood and his expensive cologne lingers in the air. But Derek can’t help but think that Stiles’ scent is missing in this space. He can remedy that by fucking his little prince in this office.

Derek would push him against the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered panoramic view of his land plus the city below them. As he’s fantasizing, his fucking phone rings again.

As Derek held the smartphone to his ear, the silence within the office was absolute. The room had been specifically designed to keep conversations confidential, ensuring that no sound leaked in or out. The walls were reinforced with soundproof materials, rendering the space an impenetrable fortress against prying ears.

“You better have something important.” He growls into the phone.

“Were you busy?” He hears Erica yell in the background.

Ignoring the Beta, Derek makes an impatient noise. He’s not one to repeat himself, and his people know this. He hears a scuffle and Erica’s outraged cry. It brings a smile to his face, knowing she’ll be punished later.

Derek leans forward in his chair, his brows furrowing as he listens to Boyd’s urgent explanation. His eyes narrow, a glint of triumph but also concern for Stiles.

“So McCall wasn’t full of shit. That bastard really was involved?” Derek’s voice is low, a mix of anger and curiosity. He trusted Boyd to have evidence but to say what they’ve found could ruin that greedy fucker’s plans for political office would be an understatement.

“Derek, I looked through some of the names and records that McCall mentioned and I noticed some inconsistencies in their filing and information. It’s suspicious as hell. If anyone was looking, they would have been able to find it but Stilinski is trusted and respected,” Boyd says the words like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

Derek’s jaw clenches, his hands curling into fists. To think he allowed himself to be manipulated and fucking blackmailed by this piece of shit makes him so angry, he can feel his eyes shift an angry red.

“Tell me everything. Every fucking detail.” Derek demands. “We need every piece of evidence you’ve found, and witnesses, before we plan our next move. I won’t let Stiles be hurt by any of his father’s bullshit.”

“Is that right?”

Derek tightens his grip on the phone, irritation evident in his voice. “What?”

Boyd chuckles on the other end of the line, “Come on, Derek. You’re getting smitten with your Omega.”

Derek’s jaw clenches, his voice angry and stern. “Shut the fuck up, Boyd. Erica’s rubbing off on you if you’re too focused on my personal life and not on how to take down this mother fucker.”

Boyd’s answer is serious. “Come to the office. I have most of the things we need here. You also had one of the only witnesses disappear so we won’t have much to gather from that angle. Only those involved.”

Derek nods, even though Boyd can’t see him. “Give me an hour.” He sighs and sits back in his chair. The sunlight hitting his wedding band made it reflect and catch his eye. “Where’s Jordan?”

“I believe he should arrive at the house soon. Why?” Boyd asks, curious.

“Text him to come into my office before he reports to Stiles.”

Only a few minutes pass when Derek hears a firm knock on his office door. The sound brings a small smirk to his face, satisfied that his commands are being obeyed efficiently. Instead of answering immediately, he decides to let Jordan wait. It amuses Derek to assert his authority over the situation. And today, Jordan will know that he is to not fuck with him.

Derek finally tells him to come in. He sits in his chair, his robe slightly opened, revealing some of the marks Stiles left on his chest and neck. His little prince could give just as good as he could take, and it brought a grin to his face.

“You wanted to see me, boss?” Jordan asks, his voice steady despite the slight tension on his face. The other Alpha enters the office, maintaining a calm demeanor. But Derek can read the stress in his shoulders.

Derek meets his gaze, his expression of mask of calm. Inside, however, a storm of anger and suspicion brews. It makes him want to shove a bullet between this asshole’s eyes. “Is there anything you need to tell me, Jordan?” His tone is measured, in total control. Just as Derek likes it.

“I don’t think so, boss,” Jordan replies, words guarded.

Derek narrows his eyes, observing Jordan closely. He starts to question if Jordan is being loyal to Stiles or just plain stupid.

“Are you sure? Think. Carefully,” Derek seethes, his patience wearing thin. He leans forward, steepling his fingers together, his gaze unwavering.

Jordan hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. It’s exactly what Derek needs. “For what specifically, sir?” he finally asks, his voice laced with caution.

Derek’s jaw tenses, his frustration evident. “Stiles’ charity.” his voice sharp.

Recognition flashes in Jordan’s eyes. “The domestic violence Omega shelter. I take him there four days a week,” Jordan explains, trying to maintain his composure.

Derek’s expression remains stern. “And why haven’t you told me about this?”

Jordan shifts uncomfortably, his gaze momentarily averting. “You did not ask, sir.”

Derek glares at the Alpha. While it’s true that he did not care about the happenings of his Omega’s day, he should have still been apprised “Your loyalty to my Omega is surprising.” Derek gets up, opening the side drawer of his desk.

Derek’s grip tightens around the gun as he pulls it out, his gaze unwavering as he locks eyes with Jordan. A heavy silence fills the room, charged with tension.

“I’ve built an empire, Jordan. I’ve earned respect, fear, and loyalty from those who work for me.” Derek states, his voice low and dangerous. “And the moment I sense any threat, any betrayal, it becomes my priority to eliminate it.”

Jordan’s composure wavers, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead but he does not move. Derek almost admires the courage.

“Are you interested in my husband, Jordan?” Derek walks closer to Jordan, body coiled, lethal in its anger.

“Boss, I have no intentions towards Stiles. I would never cross that line.” It’s almost a plea. The Alpha too stubborn and proud to show fear.

Derek’s gaze remains piercing, his grip on the gun unyielding. “On your knees,” he commands, his voice filled with a cold intensity.

Jordan does as he’s asked, beads of sweat falling from his hairline.

Derek leans down, making sure to not break eye contact. He grabs Jordan’s face, and only then does he see the Alpha flinch. He shoves the barrel of the gun in Jordan’s throat, making sure to push far down enough to make the other Alpha gag.

Derek makes sure Jordan is looking at him, and a satisfied grin spreads on his face. Finally, the Alpha trembles. “I won’t tolerate another omission, Jordan. Especially when it comes to Stiles. He trusts you, and that’s the only reason I’m letting this incident slide.”

Jordan tries to nod but he can’t, every movement restricted by the gun and Derek’s hand.

“Protect what’s important, Jordan. And remember where your loyalties lie.”

With that, Derek pulls the gun away without care and turns away, dismissing the Alpha.

As he sits again, he hears the shuffle of clothing and a pained grunt. Derek sits in his chair, oozing power and absolute authority. He watches Jordan, the Alpha running a hand at his jaw.

“Text Stiles and tell him you’re running late. Need you to pick up some things for me,” Derek commands, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and malice.

Jordan’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, apprehension crossing his face. “What do you need, boss?” he asks cautiously, his voice is raspy and strained.

Derek leans back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’ll send you a text of what I want and where I want them from. Consider this a lesson in loyalty and humility. Don’t disappoint me again, Jordan.”

Jordan’s jaw clenches, and he winces with the movement. “I won’t.”

Derek’s smile fades, replaced by a steely glint in his eyes. “The consequences of crossing me are far worse than a simple shopping errand. Loyalty is not just a choice, it’s a necessity.”

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Derek signals the end of their conversation. Jordan leaves the office, his head bowed in submission. As the door closes behind the Alpha, Derek revels in the power he holds.

Stiles

Stiles lay sprawled on the bed, his body pressed against the cool sheets as he waited for Derek’s return. He had assumed the Alpha would be back soon, aching to continue where they had left off.. But as time passes, Stiles’ anticipation turned into boredom and a growing sense of sexual frustration.

His mind wanders, replaying the vivid memories of last night and this morning. Images of Derek’s skilled tongue and fingers danced in his thoughts, fueling the fire within him. He could feel the wetness between his thighs, the ache for release becoming more pronounced with each passing moment. Stiles couldn’t believe that Derek had just left him, in this state of need.

Stiles dozed off briefly, caught in a dream of where Derek’s touch and caresses heighted his arousal even further. He woke up abruptly, his body feeling even more sensitive and desperate for fulfillment. Glancing at the clock, Stiles realized that over half an hour had passed since Derek left. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut –he felt thrown away, dissatisfied, and achingly unfucked.

A mix of frustration, disappointment, and hurt washed over Stiles. He shifted on the bed, feeling the remnants of their earlier encounter between his legs, a constant reminder of what he had been denied.

Stiles forced himself to sit up, the sheets pooling around his waist. He took a deep breath, determined to not show how much Derek’s actions had affected him. He takes a moment to collect himself before slowly getting up from the bed. He stretches his limbs, feeling sore and achy, and made his way to the bathroom. A warm shower seemed like the perfect thing to wash away the frustrations and clear his mind.

Under the cascading water, Stiles lets the steam envelop him, his thoughts drifting as he allows himself to clear his mind. The rhythmic sound of the water hitting the tile and the pressure of the water on his shoulders, eases the tension that had built up within him.

Feeling refreshed, Stiles wraps a towel around his waist, gets his bathing suit, and makes his way outside to the pool area. He settles into one of the lounge chairs with his Kindle, enjoying the gentle breeze and the hot CEO fanfic from one of his favorite writers.

He becomes so engrossed in the story, he does not realize that Derek had been watching him until the Alpha caresses his leg. Startled, he curses and just barely stops himself from throwing his Kindle.

“Derek, what the fuck you scared me. Put on a bell or something,” Stiles glares. Derek is still wearing the robe he left with and it’s casually opened, exposing the Alpha’s chiseled chest.

“Derek?” The Alpha arches an eyebrow at him. “What happened to Der? Or Alpha?”

Stiles feels his cheeks blush. “That was yesterday. This is today.” He looks back to his Kindle, trying to get back into the story but Derek continues to caress his thigh, and it’s making his body tingle.

Derek leans in and whispers in his ear, “you mad at me, baby?”

Stiles can feel Derek’s warm breath against his ear as he continues to caress his thigh, sending shivers down his spine. He tries to maintain his resolve, but the seductive tone in Derek’s voice makes it increasingly difficult. “Why would I be mad?” Stiles looks away, chin raised. “I’m just sunbathing while Jordan is running late.”

Derek chuckles softly, his lips grazing the shell of Stiles’ ear. “You’re sunbathing, huh? Is that what you call it when you’re pouting by the pool?”

Stiles clenches his jaw, refusing to give in easily. “I’m not pouting. I was just enjoying some peace and quiet.”

Derek’s fingers trail higher, teasingly close to Stiles’ inner thigh. “Peace and quiet, hm? You know, I thought I’d come back and find you in our bed. Where I had told you to stay.”

Stiles shifts uncomfortably, the sensations Derek’s touch is igniting making it harder to stay angry. “Well, maybe I got tired of waiting.”

Derek’s hand finally reaches the edge of Stiles’ swim trunks, his fingers brushing lightly against the sensitive skin. Stiles inhales sharply, his resolve crumbling.

Derek’s voice drops to a low, husky whisper. “You don’t have to pretend, my little prince. I know you’re still worked up from earlier. And I know how much you want me.”

Stiles tries to keep his voice steady, but it comes out in a breathy, desperate tone. “You left me, Derek. I can’t just forgive and forget.”

Derek’s lips trail along the curve of Stiles’ neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses. “I never said you had to forget, But forgiveness, now that’s something I can definitely earn.”

Stiles feels his resolve crumble further as Derek’s lips find his pulse point, sucking gently. His body responds, betraying his lingering desire.

“You’re impossible,” Stiles murmurs, his voice laced with desire and frustration.

Derek pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting Stiles’ with a mix of mischief and desire. “I know. And I’m going to make it up to you, baby.”

“Fine, you win, for now . But don’t think this means I’m letting you off the hook,” Stiles lets out a frustrated sigh.

Derek’s lips curl into a satisfied smile as he leans in, capturing Stiles’ lips in a passionate kiss. “Trust me, little prince, I have no intentions of leaving you unsatisfied. I want you always dripping for my cock. Just as you are now.”

Stiles’ moan is swallowed when Derek molds their lips together. Stiles surrenders to the intoxicating pull of Derek’s touch, letting go of his anger and hurt, and allowing himself to be consumed by the desire that still lingers between them.

Their lips part with a soft, needy sigh, that Stiles would be embarrassed about if he wasn’t so horny. Derek presses his forehead against Stiles’, their breaths mingling in the warm air.

“You drive me crazy,” Stiles whispers, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing. He’s not sure why he’s admitting to it but he needs Derek to know.

Derek’s fingers trace gentle circles at the crease of Stiles’ thigh and groin, the touch electrifying. “I promise, little prince, I’ll make it up to you.”

Stiles leans back, resting his elbows, his eyes fixed on Derek’s intense gaze. Feeling bold. “You better.”

A mischievous glint sparks in Derek’s eyes as he moves closer, his lips brushing against Stiles’ ear. “Oh, baby, I’m going to make you forget every ounce of frustration you felt.”

Stiles bites his lower lip.”Well, you’ve got some work to do, big guy.”

With a seductive glimmer in his eyes, Derek trails soft, teasing kisses down Stiles’ chest. Stiles gasps, arching his back as Derek’s lips leave a fiery trail in their wake.

Derek’s mouth continues its exploration, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses down Stiles’ abdomen, inching closer and closer to the edge of his small bathing shorts. Derek looks up at him then, those eyes Alpha red and glinting with intent. He looks at Stiles and swiftly rips his little shorts apart, showing Stiles how strong his Alpha is.

“Do you think you can stay mad at me, little prince?” Derek’s voice is low and authoritative, sending a thrilling shiver down Stiles’ spine.

Stiles swallows hard. “I…I don’t know.” The answer is probably no but he wants to push Derek.

Derek smirks, a predatory glint in his eyes as he takes control of the situation. He grips Stiles’ thighs firmly, spreading them apart in a show of dominance. “You don’t get to decide that. I do.”

Stiles’ breath hitches as Derek trails a possessive finger from Stiles’ cock down to his hole, where he’s so wet he will probably leave a stain on the lounge cushions. “Der…”

Derek leans down, his breath a naughty caress against Stiles’ groin. “‘Der.’ That’s right. You’re mine, aren’t you, baby?”

Stiles shudders, any lingering resistance gone in the face of Derek’s possessiveness. “Yes, Alpha.”

Derek’s lips curl into a satisfied smile before he simultaneously engulfs Stiles’ cock and pushes a finger in his hole. Stiles groans, loudly enough that he fears Derek’s staff is going to hear him.

“Der…what if they hear us? The staff–”

Derek’s gaze locks with Stiles as he swirls his tongue on the head of Stiles’ cock before he lets Stiles go. “Let them hear, baby. Let them see. I want them to know who you belong to.”

Stiles’ breath catches in his throat, indecision warring within him.

Derek’s possessive growl drowns out Stiles’ thoughts. “This is our fucking house and you’re mine to fuck. Nothing else matters.”

Derek lifts his hips enough so that Stiles’ ass is in the air. Before he can complain, he feels Derek’s tongue against his hole. Any words he was going to say are completely engulfed by the pleasure of that tongue swirling inside him.

Stiles moans loudly, feeling Derek’s tongue tracing teasing patterns that ignite a delicious ache inside him. Stiles is breathless and wants more, he finds himself with his hand around his own dick. He gets in a few pulls before Derek slaps his hand away, and Stiles groans in frustration.

“You will come on my tongue.” Swipe. “On my fingers.” Swipe. “On my cock. Now keep your hands above your head, little prince.”

Derek’s tongue continues to explore and caress his rim and insides, Stiles finds himself losing track of everything except for the sensations coursing through his body. He is at Derek’s will(?), and he would never admit how much he loves it. How much it turns him on to submit to the Alpha.

Every stroke of Derek’s tongue against his hole sends waves of pleasure surging through Stiles, building a tension that threatens to consume him entirely. Before he knows it, his orgasm hits him and he’s shouting Derek’s name. The only reason he’s not quivering off the chair is because the Alpha has a good grip on his hips.

“Please,” Stiles begs. Derek hasn’t let up. He’s so sensitive but it’s not enough.

“One more,” Derek growls before diving back in. Adding fingers and curving them inside.

All Stiles can do is feel every swipe of Derek’s tongue, every push of his fingers inside him. It’s a symphony of sensation that resonates through Stiles’ body. But it’s not enough. He hears himself begging the Alpha to fuck him. To fill him. He would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so desperate.

Stiles comes again, the orgasm stronger than before. It leaves him shaking and panting. He glances down at Derek as he feels the Alpha lower Stiles’ hips. He notices the self-satisfied smirk play at the corner of Derek’s lips. Cocky bastard

With a confident air, Derek lays himself on top of Stiles, his voice low and husky as he asks, “can you handle one more?”

Stiles, still recovering from the intensity of his orgasms, gazes at Derek with want. The question hangs in the air, and Stiles, despite his trembling limbs, finds himself wanting more. “You’re insatiable.”

Derek’s voice drips with a playful arrogance as he says, “And you’re not resisting. That’s my little prince. Insatiable as his Alpha.” The words carry a possessive undertone, and it makes Stiles want to be owned.

Derek’s cocky grin widens when Stiles nods, and before Stiles knows it, Derek has Stiles’ legs hooked over the his shoulders and pushing his cock in. “Yes,. Fuck. You’re so big./i>.”

What comes next isn’t gentle. It is raw and primal, exactly what Derek had promised him in their bedroom earlier. The air crackled with an electrifying energy as Derek’s thrusts intensified, his movements becoming more forceful and demanding.

Stiles surrenders himself to the intensity, relishing in the fierce grip of Derek’s hands, the commanding thrusts that drive him deeper into ecstasy. It was exactly what he needed to complete the symphony Derek had been playing in his body.

Stiles found solace in the roughness, in the unrestrained display of dominance the Alpha exudes. It is awakening a part of Stiles that craves the wild abandon that only Derek could provide. Something shifted between them, and Stiles felt a delicate balance of trust and submission with his Alpha.

Stiles felt an overwhelming rush of heat and pleasure building within him, radiating from the depths of his being. It was an intense surge that consumed his every nerve, a culmination of desire and connection that sent shivers down his spine.

His breath hitched, caught in his throat, as waves of ecstasy washed over him. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and he was fully present, lost in the depths of Derek’s skills. Every touch, every caress, intensified the pleasure, drawing him closer to the edge.

He could hear Derek’s dirty words, telling him how much the Alpha loved his ass. How perfect it felt. It made Stiles feel desirable, wanted, sexy. It enhanced the pleasure, he was so close again.

With a gasp and a shout, Stiles let go. He felt his nails dig into the Alpha’s back, warm blood seeping under his fingernails. Distantly he hears his Alpha groan, and then warmth deep inside him. Fuck, he’s not sure why but he loves feeling Derek come in him, filling him.

As the tremors of pleasure subsided and they lay there, breathless and spent, Stiles couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading within him. It was more than physical satisfaction; it was the tender affection that bloomed.

Derek makes to move but Stiles clings to him. “Don’t let go, Alpha.” He feels like he needs Derek to not float away, to be anchored to the moment and to his body .

Derek’s movements shift, his touch becoming more gentle and soothing, as if he sensed Stiles’ need for reassurance. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m not letting go and I’m not pulling out.” Derek murmurs against his ear, his voice filled with surprising affection. “I’m going to get us comfortable.”

Stiles nods, his earlier anxiety dissipating as Derek's lips trace a delicate path across his face. Each tender kiss leaves a trail of warmth and reassurance, erasing any lingering fears. The way Derek holds him, his strong arms cradling Stiles with care, made Stiles think of affection and love.

True to his word, Derek lifts them both, effortlessly carrying them to a larger, more comfortable chair. With gentle guidance, he helps Stiles settle into a position that feels soothing and secure. It was a level of attentiveness and consideration that Stiles hadn't experienced before, and it stirs something deep within him.

The vulnerability of the moment tugs at Stiles' heart, making him yearn for more of Derek's care and affection. But alongside that desire, a nagging fear creeps in. It whispers doubts and warnings, reminding him of who Derek is.

But he's a monster... isn't he? Stiles couldn't ignore the lingering uncertainty, the inner conflict that threatened to undermine the blossoming emotions within him. Love was a dangerous path to tread, especially with someone whose brutality was notoriously feared.

Yet, as Derek's touch continues to caress his cheek, Stiles found a glimmer of hope flickering in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Derek than the world saw. Maybe beneath the layers of blood and power, there was a flicker of light yearning to emerge.

In that fleeting moment, Stiles made a silent promise to himself. He would embrace his husband, flaws and all, and allow their relationship to unfold. He would take the risk and hope that they could build something real together, something beyond the arrangement that binds them. And in that hope, Stiles dares to dream of a love that could conquer even the darkest of hearts.

Derek

Derek wakes up with a soft sigh, his eyes adjusting to the midday sun peeking through the pergola. He glances down and sees Stiles, peaceful and serene, nestled safely against his chest. The ris and fall of Stiles’ breaths against his skin creates a comforting rhythm, and for a moment, Derek is tempted to continue sleeping.

A sense of urgency tugs at Derek’s thoughts. He kniows he has wasted the whole morning, cancelling all of his meetings to be with Stiles. It’s unlike him to neglect his responsibilities, but in this moment, he can’t bring himself to look too deeply into the reasons why. All he does know, deep down, is he wants to savor this moment with his little prince a little longer.

With gentle care, that surprises Derek, he brushes his fingers through Stiles’ tousled hair, his touch featherlight. He leans down and places a tender kiss on Stiles’ forehead, his lips lingering for a moment, quietly and without an audience, expressing his affection.

“Stiles,” Derek whispers, his voice barely above a murmur. “Wake up, baby.”

Stiles stirs, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as the Omega slowly awakens. His drowsy gaze meets Derek’s and a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips. The sight tugs at his chest, and it would be painful if Derek didn’t feel so light and warm.

“Mmm… Der,” Stiles murmurs, his voice husky with sleep. “What time is it?”

Derek’s fingers continue playing with Stiles’ hair. “I have meetings. I need to go back to the office.”

Stiles pouts playfully. “I guess it can’t be helped.”

Derek chuckles softly, his thumb tracing Stiles’ ear. “Since our date was interrupted, how about I take you out for dinner tonight?”

Stiles’ eyes light up, the disappointment Derek noticed earlier melting away. “I would love that, but maybe we can stay in tonight…”

Derek leans in and kisses Stiles’ lips. “Nothing will happen to you. I can protect you, little prince.”

Derek feels Stiles squirm as they reluctantly untable themselves from each other.

“I know, Alpha,” Derek watches Stiles nod as he wraps himself with a towel. “I just want to stay in today, if that’s okay.”

“Stiles,” Derek murmurs as he steps into Stiles’ space and wraps his arms around the Omega’s thin waist. “We can stay in for tonight. But I won’t let some fucker make you scared to go out. You are safe. You have Jordan, and I’ll add some extra security guards on you while I’m working. And when it’s just you and me, well, you don’t have to worry because I will kill anyone who breathes wrong in your direction. Understand?”

“Thank you. It means a lot to me.” Stiles replies, his voice filled with gratitude and something else Derek can’t quite name.

Derek leans in, capturing Stiles’ lips in a tender yet possessive kiss. As he goes to deepen the kiss, a polite cough interrupts them and he feels Stiles bury his face in Derek’s neck.

“What?” Derek barks.

“Mr. Boyd has been trying to reach you, sir. He’s waiting in your office.” Berta bows before leaving them alone.

“Fuck,” Derek whispers under his breath. “I’ll see you tonight.” With one last kiss, he lets Stiles go and walks away.

He heads to his bedroom to shower and get dressed. If they’re going to discuss the Sheriff, he doesn’t want to do it close to Stiles. If the Omega has no clue what his father is doing, Derek doesn’t want him to alert his father.

When he’s dressed and ready, he heads to his office where he finds Boyd staring into the yard.

“Let’s go,” Derek grumbles, avoiding the satisfied smirk on Boyd’s face.

“You looked really peaceful out there being a loving husband,” Boyd deadpans.

“Shut the fuck up,” Derek growls, making their way out of the house.

As hours pass and Derek meticulously reviews all the information Boyd has gathered, frustration simmers within him. He slams his hand on the desk, his voice laced with exasperation.

"None of this shit is concrete, Boyd," Derek growls, his frustration evident. "The paperwork is sloppy, but that could be excused by lazy deputies. The worst that would happen is someone getting reprimanded for not knowing how to spell or file shit. We need witnesses, actual proof, something that will make sure this bastard can't weasel his way out of it."

Boyd shrugs, his expression stoic. "You got rid of McCall."

Derek's jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing with a mix of anger and disappointment. "McCall didn't know shit. If he had anything substantial, he wouldn't have fucked up his life the way he did. He would have already had John behind bars. No, he was useless." Derek clenches his fists, the frustration radiating off him in waves. "Look into the medical examiner. Something about his report is telling me it's not right."

Derek paces back and forth in the large office, his mind racing with thoughts and possibilities. The weight of not having answers bears down on him, each step feeling like an uphill battle. A persistent headache throbs at his temples

He walks back to his desk and slumps into the chair, rubbing his temples in a futile attempt to alleviate the tension. Thoughts of Stiles fill his mind, images of last night and this morning together interspersed with finding a way to shove John into a hole he won’t ever think of crossing Derek again. Even during meetings, his focus wavers, his thoughts drifting back to the Omega he was forced to marry. The one he blew off his morning far. The one he’s eager to see again.

Stiles

Stiles stands in the spacious, modern kitchen of their luxurious home, his sleeves rolled up and an excited sparkle in his eyes. After yesterday, he called the shelter to let them know he would not be coming in today and then texted Jordan to take the day off. His body is also sore, and when he thinks about why, it makes him blush.

He decided that he was going to start getting to know Derek, to get to know his husband. Maybe their marriage didn’t have to be unhappy. Derek showed sides of him last night, and even this morning that Stiles would consider…gentle, especially for an Alpha as lethal as he.

The scent of freshly baked cookies fills the air, mingling with the aromas of spices and simmering sauce on the stove. He had told Berta that he would be taking over the kitchen today. He wanted to impress his Alpha so he was preparing dinner and dessert.

With each measured ingredient and careful stir of the meal, Stiles feels a sense of hopeful anticipation. This isn’t just about dinner, its about creating a moment that can bring them closer together. He wants to show Derek that their marriage can be more than a business arrangement and…blackmail. The thought takes away some of the excitement but he does not want to linger on it. He wants to see if he can be happy… maybe even grow to love Derek, and have Derek love him back.

The tantalizing smell of garlic wafts through the kitchen as Stiles stirs the sauce, adding his own seasonings based on Berta’s recommendations of Derek’s preferred tastes. He feels proud of himself, almost as if each ingredient will help unlock Derek’s heart to him.

As the sauce simmers on the stove, Stiles moves on to preparing their snacks for movie night. He carefully arranges a platter of freshly baked cookies. Berta told him that Derek has a weakness for chewy chocolate chip cookies, so he makes sure that the cookies are warm and gooey.

Stiles feels nervous energy, so he hurries to set up the home theater, making it cozy and inviting. He fluffs the pillows, strategically places a soft blanket on the plush couch, and selects one of the movies whose case has been worn. A sign that the movie itself has been seen often, and maybe even loved. He’s hoping that his efforts are appreciated. He then makes his way to his bedroom to get ready.

He glances at himself in the mirror, taking in his appearance. Stiles had made sure to dress nicely for the occasion. A fitted button-down shirt accentuates his lean frame, a few buttons left undone at the top to add a touch of casual charm. Paired with form-fitting pants, he feels a surge of confidence running through his veins.

But there's something else he's wearing, something hidden beneath his clothes. Stiles can't help but remember Derek's reaction to the red lace he had worn before. It had sparked a desire within the alpha, and Stiles can't deny the thrill it gave him. So, with a playful grin, he slips on another pair of red lace underwear, eager to entice Derek once more.

It feels like forever when Derek gets home. The front door opens, and Stiles’ heart skips a beat. He tries to keep it cool, acting nonchalant as Derek enters the kitchen. But on the inside, he’s practically bursting.

“Hey,” Stiles greets, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. “Welcome home. I made dinner and set up a movie for after we’re done.”

Derek’s eyes scan the kitchen, the sight of the prepared dinner catching his attention. Stiles holds his breath, waiting for a reaction, any indication that his efforts have made a difference.

A soft smile graces Derek’s lips, and Stiles can see a glimmer of something in his eyes –it’s not something he can name yet. But he looks forward to getting to know his husband.

“You cooked?” Derek asks, surprised.

Stiles squirms in his seat, feeling a mix of pride and vulnerability. “Yes, everything from scratch. Spaghetti and meatballs, made using my mother’s tomato sauce recipe. I…I hope that’s okay?”

Derek’s expression shifts, his surprise giving away to a sense of awe. Stiles can tell that this affected the Alpha, and hopes that the Alpha realizes that this gesture is more than just a meal.

“Nobody has ever cooked for me before. Only staff.” Derek confesses.

Stiles’ heart swells with a mix of tenderness and determination. He reaches across the table, placing his hand tentatively over Derek’s. “Well, I hope you like it. I…want you to like it.”

Derek’s gaze softens, his fingers interlacing with Stiles. “Thank you, my little prince.”

Stiles's breath hitches, his eyes widening at the unexpected choice of words from Derek. The nickname "little prince" has been a constant presence since the day of their wedding, but it was always laced with a hint of sarcasm, an underlying insult. Yet now, hearing Derek add the possessive "my" to it, something shifts inside Stiles.

His heart swells with a mixture of emotions—hope, anticipation, and a glimmer of something deeper. Could it be that Derek sees him differently now? Stiles’ mind races, contemplating the significance of those two simple words. It’s a subtle change, but it carries weigh.

He feels Derek gently squeeze his hand before letting go, and Stiles can’t help but beam with pride at Derek. He watches Derek take a bite, anxiously waiting for his reaction. A moment of silence passes, and then a look of surprise crosses Derek’s face, quickly followed by a pleased expression.

“This is delicious,” Derek remarks, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

“I should be offended that you’re surprised,” Stiles jokes, looking down at his own meal to try to hide the pleased blush that he can feel spreading on his cheeks.

A comfortable silence settles between them as they enjoy their dinner. Derek asks him questions about his mom and his upbringing. It really feels like the Alpha wants to get to know him.

As they finish their meal, Stiles tells Derek that he has one more surprise. “I made snacks and set up a movie in the theater room.”

“Let me change first and I’ll meet you there. Tell Berta and the kitchen staff to clean up.” Before Derek leaves, he leans in, capturing Stiles's lips in a soft, fleeting kiss. Stiles's heart flutters at the contact, a warm blush spreading across his cheeks. He's momentarily speechless as Derek breaks away, his mind buzzing with the tender touch they just shared.

Feeling a mix of excitement and contentment, Stiles makes his way to one of the guest bathrooms. He opens the door quietly, retrieving the nightshirt he stashed there earlier. It's a soft, worn fabric, one that carries a sense of comfort and familiarity. Slipping into it, Stiles takes a moment to appreciate the familiar scent that clings to the fabric, reminding him of home.

As he gazes at his reflection in the mirror, Stiles can’t help but feel a flutter of nerves and anticipation. He straightens his nightshirt, smoothing out any creases. He takes a deep breath, and sets off towards the theater room, to wait for Derek.

As Stiles enters the theater room, he finds Derek already making his way inside. The sight of the Alpha dressed in silk lounge pants, his bare chest on display, takes Stiles's breath away. His eyes trace the contours of Derek's broad shoulders, the hint of muscle beneath his smooth skin, igniting a desire within Stiles to explore every inch of the Alpha's body.

Stiles clears his throat, trying to compose himself. "So, I did some detective work and found this movie," he says, a nervous grin tugging at his lips. "It seems to be the most worn case in your otherwise pristine collection."

Derek raises a questioning eyebrow, his interest piqued.

Stiles continues, playfully glaring at Derek. "I figured it must be your favorite. Or at least, a childhood favorite. Maybe your mom likes it too?"

A slow smile spreads across Derek's face, a genuine warmth emanating from his eyes. "You found me out. It was my favorite movie as a kid," he admits. "And yes, my mother enjoys watching it when she visits."

Stiles's smile widens, his heart melting at the shared connection. "Disney's Robin Hood, huh?"

Derek chuckles, unashamed. "I had a thing for wanting to steal from the rich and give to the poor. I suppose I've carried that lesson in my own way of doing things."

Stiles giggles, his excitement bubbling over. "Please tell me your mom has pictures or videos of you watching this movie. I need proof!"

Derek's eyes sparkle with amusement as he settles next to Stiles, pulling the Omega onto his lap. His hand caresses Stiles's bare thigh, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. "When we're alone, right here," Derek whispers, his voice laced with affection, "this is where you belong."

Stiles's heart skips a beat, overwhelmed by the tender gesture and the way Derek's touch makes him feel cherished. He snuggles closer, feeling the Alpha's warmth enveloping him, a sense of security washing over him.

As the movie begins, Stiles grabs a handful of cookies, playfully offering one to Derek. They settle into the movie, their shared laughter and whispered comments filling the room. Stiles can’t help but feel a warmth spreading through his veins, igniting a flicker of hope deep within his heart. With each stolen glance, and shared moment, Stiles can almost see himself falling in love, and he hopes Derek feels the same way.

In the dim glow of the theater room, Stiles steals a quick glance at Derek, his features softened by the light. The way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs, the way his lips curve into a smile, it all makes Stiles’ heart swell. Derek is not just the mafia boss or the powerful Alpha who instills fear and respect wherever he goes…he’s also capable of tenderness and affection.

He leans impossibly closer to Derek, leaving a gentle kiss on his cheek but as he’s pulling away, Derek turns his face and captures Stiles’ lips. Their kiss is different then the handful they’ve shared. It’s tender and exploratory. It’s as new as this little flicker of light in Stiles’ heart grows.

As Stiles pulls away from the gentle kiss on Derek's cheek, his heart skips a beat when he feels Derek's hand tracing up his thigh. A shiver of anticipation runs through him as his secret is unveiled. He can't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement as Derek's fingers brush against the fabric of his red lace underwear.

Derek's eyes darken with desire, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Well, well, my little prince," he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of arousal and possessiveness. “So sexy. From now on, it’s a rule that you wear lingerie every day.”

Stiles can’t help but blush at the unexpected demand, but his eyes sparkle with a playful glint. “Oh, is that so?” he teases, his voice flirty and defiant. “And what happens if I break that rule?”

Derek leans closer, his warm breath tickling Stiles’ ear. “Then, my feisty little prince,” he whispers, his voice low and husky, “you’ll have to face the consequences. Trust me, you won’t want to test me.”

A shiver runs down Stiles’ spine, a delicious combination of fear and arousal coursing through him. Their lips meet once again, tender and exploring. Stiles can taste the desire in the way Derek’s lips move against his own.

As their lips part, Stiles looks into Derek's intense gaze, his heart pounding in his chest. The Alpha guides him gently onto the couch, his lips trailing a path of soft kisses down Stiles' neck, across his chest, and lower, eliciting a soft gasp from the Omega.

Derek’s voice, filled with desire and what Stiles is calling affection, whispers in the Omega’s ear. “You are so beautiful,” his voice husky. “I can’t get enough of you.”

The words send a thrill through Stiles' body, fueling his own desire. In this moment, he feels seen and cherished by Derek in a way he has never experienced before. It's an intoxicating feeling that ignites a fire within him, driving him to be bold and wanton.

Stiles wakes up later in their comfortable bed, feeling a sense of contentment and warmth. The room is empty, a quiet reminder that Derek has already left for work. As he stretches his limbs and relishes in the lingering sensations of their shared passion, a soft smile tugs at his lips.

After a refreshing shower, Stiles gets dressed, opting for comfort as his limbs and his ass is sore. He glances at himself in the mirror, adjusting his hair with a satisfied nod. With his mind still filled with thoughts of Derek, he makes his way downstairs to start his day.

In the foyer, Jordan awaits him. Stiles greets him with a smile but Jordan nods and looks away quickly, an unexpected blush on his cheeks. Stiles makes a note to ask him about it later. They discuss the day’s schedule and Stiles packs some breakfast to take for them on their way to the shelter.

Together they step outside, and Jordan opens the door to the black car waiting for them. Stiles settles intot he backseat, appreciating the comfortable luxury. The car smoothly glides through the streets, heading towards the Omega shelter. Stiles has found a place for himself there, a place he feels like he can help and make a difference.

When he arrives, Stiles is greeted by the familiar faces of some of the residents. The staff members welcome him warmly, asking him where he has been and telling him how much he has been missed the last few days. Stiles feels a surge of pride knowing he’s making a difference here.

As he walks through the shelter to his small office, Stiles’ gaze falls on a shy figure sitting in a corner, casting downcast eyes. Stiles watches Kira, the director, approach the young, malnourished Omega. Stiles can’t help but be drawn to the compassionate exchange. The Omega nods at something Kira is saying and takes her hand as they both walk towards Stiles.

“Stiles, this is Isaac,” Kira introduces, her voice firm yet filled with compassion. “He arrived last night from northern California. He asked for refuge from his abusive Alpha.

Stiles locks eyes with Isaac, trying to convey a sense of empathy. “Hey, Isaac,” he says softly, his voice carrying a mix of understanding and warmth. “Welcome to Safe Horizons. You’re in very safe place now.”

Isaac’s gaze flickers with relief and uncertainty as he responds timidly, “thank you.”

Kira's steely gaze serves as a reminder of the reasons why these shelters exist, and how everyone who works here is required to protect the Omegas in their care. Stiles recognizes the weight of responsibility they all carry in ensuring the safety and well-being of those seeking refuge.

Stiles gestures for Isaac to follow him to his small office, a space where they can have a more private conversation. As they walk together, Stiles senses Isaac's apprehension, and he tries to ease the tension.

Once inside the office, Stiles offers Isaac a comfortable seat, wanting him to feel safe and at ease. He sits across from him, ready to listen and provide guidance.

"Isaac, I want you to know that you're not alone in this," Stiles says gently, his voice carrying the weight of his conviction. "We have a community here that understands what you've been through and is committed to helping you find your strength again."

Isaac's eyes meet Stiles', searching for reassurance. "I... I don't know where to start," he admits, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

Stiles offers a comforting smile. "That's okay, Isaac. We'll take it one step at a time. Together, we'll create a plan that ensures your safety, provides the support you need, and helps you regain control over your life."

As the conversation unfolds, Stiles listens attentively to Isaac's story, his heart breaking at the painful experiences the young Omega endured. He reassures Isaac that his journey towards healing and empowerment has just begun, and that the shelter will be there every step of the way.

In the midst of their conversation, Jordan stands nearby, his watchful presence ensuring their safety. Isaac's eyes occasionally dart towards Jordan, displaying a hint of bashfulness and curiosity. Stiles notices the dynamic and chuckles softly. He remembers being young and having crushes on so many of his dad’s deputies.

"Isaac, this is Jordan," Stiles introduces, gesturing towards his dedicated bodyguard. "He's my friend.”

Jordan nods in acknowledgement, a warm smile playing on his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Isaac.”

Isaac’s cheeks flush slightly, but he manages a shy smile in return. “I-i-i-i have to get to class,” he stutters as he gets up and practically runs from the office. The sight of him leaving with a face so flushed makes him giggle.

As Stiles settles into his office, reviewing the paperwork that required his attention, Stiles’ mind is distracted by Derek.

Just as Stiles starts organizing documents, his phone rings, and his heart skips a beat. With a shy smile, he answers the call. “Hey, Derek,” Stiles greets, a touch of eagerness seeping into his words.

Derek’s voice, deep and commanding, resonates through the phone. “Hey, baby. How’s our day going?”

Stiles can’t help the soft chuckle that escapes him. Derek has never shown him to be one for casual conversation and yet here they are. He won’t deny he loves it. “It’s been busy actually, but knowing that you’re thinking of me makes it better.”

“Can’t get you out of my mind, little prince,” Derek’s voice holds a hint of affection.

Stiles blushes, his gaze momentarily shifting away from Jordan who discreetly gives him a knowing smile. “I…feel the same way, Alpha.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and Derek’s voice becomes slightly mischievous. “What color?”

Stiles furrows his brow, momentarily confused. “What color? I’m not sure I understand.”

Derek’s voice lowers, becoming sexier. “Baby, what color panties are you wearing?”

Stiles’ eyes widen, his cheeks flushing crimson. He glances at Jordan, who has stepped out the door to give him some semblance of privacy. Stiles stammers, trying to regain his composure. “Uh…they’re black.”

A soft chuckle rumbles from Derek’s end of the line. “With your creamy skin, black suits you.”

Stiles bites his lower lip, feeling equal parts embarrassed and excited. “You…think so?”

Derek’s voice grows huskier. “Yes, Imagining it is driving me crazy. I can’t wait to see you tonight, little prince.”

Stiles can’t help the shiver that runs through him. “Me too, Alpha. Will you make it home in time for dinner?”

“I will see you tonight,” Derek says, his voice filled with promise.

As the call ends, Stiles’ heart racing with anticipation. A bashful smile tugs at his lips as he gets back to his paperwork…already looking forward to seeing Derek again.

After a long day at the shelter, Stiles finally arrives home, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement. He takes a relaxing shower, washing away the stress of the day, and slips into comfortable loungewear.

With his Kindle in hand, Stiles settles in the garden, enjoying the gentle breeze and the soothing sound of chirping birds. Lost in the world of his book, he finds solace in the tranquility of the surroundings.

As the sun starts to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the garden, Stiles hears the sound of footsteps approaching. He looks up from his book and his heart skips a beat as he sees Derek walking towards him, his presence commanding attention.

Derek, dressed in a tailored suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and powerful presence, looks tired but undeniably handsome. Stiles can't help but admire the way Derek carries himself, exuding an air of authority and confidence.

A soft smile graces Derek's lips as he takes in the sight of Stiles, lounging in the garden. His eyes trace over Stiles' form, and there's a flicker of desire in his gaze that sends a thrill through Stiles' body.

Stiles closes his Kindle and sets it aside, giving Derek his full attention. "Hey there," he greets, his voice laced with warmth and affection.

Derek steps closer, his eyes never leaving Stiles. "Hey, beautiful," he responds, his voice filled with a mix of adoration and possessiveness.

Stiles blushes at the endearment, feeling a surge of happiness in his chest. "How was your day?" he asks, genuinely curious about Derek's world.

Derek's eyes soften as he sits down next to Stiles, his hand reaching out to gently brush against Stiles' cheek. "Long, but knowing that I'll come home to you makes it worthwhile," he admits. “Boyd and Erica were annoyed that I left early.”

Stiles leans into Derek's touch, savoring the warmth of his palm against his skin. "I've been thinking about you all day," he confesses, his voice shy.

Derek's lips curve into a gentle smile, his thumb stroking Stiles' cheek. “I’ve informed Berta to bring dinner for us out here. We can enjoy our land.”

As the sun sets, casting a soft glow over the garden, Stiles and Derek share stories of their childhood. The world around them fades into the background as they become lost in each other’s presence.

Stiles can’t help but feel content and hopeful. When dinner is done, Derek pulls him onto his lap and they enjoy each other in their garden, the glow of the setting sun casting them both in their warmth.

Stiles blinks his eyes open, greeted by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. His gaze drifts to the empty space beside him, where Derek should be, but he finds it vacant once again except for a note on his pillow. It has become a familiar sight over the past few weeks, the remnants of a routine they've settled into.
His heart flutters at the thought of Derek. It's a feeling he can't quite contain, a mixture of joy, vulnerability, and a tinge of fear. He knows deep down that he's fallen in love with his husband, but the uncertainty lingers like a whisper in the back of his mind. He wonders if Derek feels the same, if his actions and stolen glances hold a hidden declaration of love. Or if Stiles is simply caught in the whirlwind of his own desires.

Ever since that disastrous dinner date that turned into something unexpectedly beautiful, Derek has made it a point to be home for dinner every night. Their evenings have been spent in each other’s arms. Their shared passion leaves Stiles sore in the most delicious ways, and their conversations leave Stiles’ heart full. It’s a heady combination that he wants more and more of.

With a groan, Stiles pushes himself up and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. He lets his feet touch the cool wooden floor, grounding himself in the reality of the day ahead. Thoughts of Derek flood his mind, memories of their shared moments dancing at the forefront.

As he makes his way to the bathroom, Stiles catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He studies his reflection, taking in the unguarded expression in his eyes and the marks that Derek leaves on him nightly. He’s proud of them, loves to see them on his neck and chest, thighs; every inch of his body. Because as days pass, he’s realizing he is completely Derek’s.

As he splashes water on his face and brushes his teeth, Stiles feels a sense of courage growing within him. He knows that love is worth the risk, that loving Derek is worth the risk of heartache.

He steps out of the bathroom, a sense of urgency prickling at the back of his mind. As Stiles makes his way downstairs, a subtle cramp in his lower belly causes him to pause for a moment. His heart skips a beat as he recognizes the familiar sensation. His heat is coming soon. He makes a note to talk to Derek about it and ask if his Alpha would like to share it with him.

Stiles enters the kitchen, watching Berta bustling about, preparing breakfast. He flashes her a warm smile. “Morning, Berta.”

Berta turns to him with a knowing glint in her eyes. Stiles swears the woman is all knowing. “Stiles, buenos dias. Mr. Hale asked me to make your favorite blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon.”

Stiles’ stomach grumbles in response, “sounds delicious, Berta. Thank you. Did Derek mention if we were going out for dinner tonight?”

“He did not mention anything.” Berta smirks at him before going about her day.

As he settles at the kitchen island, Stiles notices Jordan standing nearby, his ever-watchful presence has now become part of his routine. He clears his throat, catching Jordan’s attention. “Hey, Jordan, I was thinking maybe we can make a stop at the mall and some antique bookstores before heading to the shelter today? I want to pick up a few things.”

Jordan’s lips twitch into a faint smile. “Alright, Stiles. You’re the boss.”

Stiles nods, appreciating Jordan’s easy going nature. “Thanks. I want to get a couple of things for the residents, especially Isaac.”

With that, they finish their breakfast and make their way to the car. As the car pulls away from the house, Stiles steals a glance at the passing scenery, lost in his own thoughts. He wonders if Derek would want to spend his heat together, or if the Alpha has ever spent heat with anyone. The thought brings a pang of jealousy that he doesn’t want to linger on.

They arrive at the mall, which is a welcome distraction for Stiles’ swirling thoughts. He finds solace in the aisles of the antique bookstore, his fingers grazing the worn spines of beloved classics. Jordan patiently follows him, offering silent support that Stiles has grown accustomed to.

Stiles excitedly finds what he’s looking for and asks the shopkeeper to wrap it for him. He finds a few notebooks and pencils for Isaac, and he hopes the young Omega gets a kick out of it as much as Stiles did.

After their little shopping excursion, they make their way to the shelter. Isaac seeks him out as soon as they arrive. Stiles notices a new sparkle in his eyes and a tentative smile that tugs at the young Omega’s lips. It warms Stiles’ heart to see Isaac looking healthier and happier, even if his smile sometimes carries traces of sadness.

Isaac is excitedly telling him about his classes, and some of the teen gossip he’s so fond of sharing. He follows Stiles to his office, where he settles in his favorite seat. “So that’s the hot tea. Where’d you go? You’re usually here before I get back from school.”

Stiles smiles at Isaac, remembering himself as a teen. “I went to get something really important for my husband.”

Isaac frowns slightly, curiosity etched on his face. "You must really love him," he whispers.

Stiles feels a mix of emotions welling up inside him, but he can't deny it. "Yeah, Isaac, I do love him. More than I ever thought possible."

Before Isaac can respond, Stiles' phone rings, interrupting their conversation. He glances at the screen and sees Derek's name flashing. Excitement tinged with a touch of nerves surges through him. "Sorry, Isaac, I have to take this. It's Derek."

Isaac nods, and makes his way out of the small office. “See you later, Stiles!”

Stiles answers the call, his voice shy. “Hey.”

Derek’s voice is love and velvety, “it’s been a long day, but hearing your voice makes it better. How’re you?”

A smile spreads across Stiles’ face as he leans back in his chair. “Nothing too crazy. Isaac just left, and he’s doing so good, Der. I wish you could meet him.”

Derek’s voice softens, affection evident. “You’re in his life, of course he’s going to be doing better.”

Stiles blushes at the sentiment. “That means a lot to me.”

There’s a brief pause before Derek’s voice takes on a playful tone. “I have a surprise for you tonight.”

Stiles’ heart skips a beat, curiosity piqued. “A surprise? What is it?”

Derek chuckles, a hint of mischief in his voice. “I’m picking you up from the shelter, and we’re going to go out to dinner. Just the two of us.”

A rush of excitement courses through Stiles, and he can’t help but tease Derek. “Hmm, should I dress up?”

Derek’s voice lowers, a smoky timbre that sends shivers down Stiles’ spine. “What you’re wearing is exactly what I want you.”

Stiles looks down at himself. He’s wearing a fitted button down and comfortable distressed jeans. It’s his comfortable outfit. “How do you know what I’m wearing?”

Derek’s voice is unapologetic. “I asked Jordan to send me pictures of you periodically. And he is to delete them immediately after he sends them to me.” The last words are said in a growl.

Stiles’ eyes shift to Jordan who smirks and shrugs. “They’re deleted, boss.”

Stiles rolls his eyes before going back to his phone call. “He says they’re deleted.”

“Good. Now, baby,” Derek’s voice is teasing, “color?”

Stiles’ cheeks heat up, his voice slightly faltering. “R-red. Like your Alpha eyes.”

Derek’s voice is filled with desire. “Perfect. I’ll see you later, my little prince.”

As Stiles hangs up the call, his heart races. He can’t wait to be in Derek’s arms tonight. He’s glad he was able to find him a present for his Alpha, and the continuous cramps he’s been feeling all day is a reminder of the conversation he wants to have.

The day seems to fly by quickly for Stiles as he tends to his responsibilities at the shelter. He engages wit the staff, assists the resident omegas, and makes phone calls to possible donors. Despite all he’s doing, his mind frequently drifts to Derek.

Just as Stiles is lost in his thoughts, Isaac in his chair playing a video game on his phone, a knock on his office door startles them. Stiles quickly composes himself and calls out, “Come in!”

The door opens, Derek is standing there, a warm smile making his features softer. Kinder. Stiles’ heart beats faster at the sight of his husband. He rises from his seat, “Der, you’re early.”

Derek steps into the room, his gaze sweeping over the space and then landing on Isaac. Stiles introduces them, his voice filled with pride. “Derek, this is Isaac. He’s one of the residents here. Isaac, my husband Derek.”

Isaac’s eyes widen slightly, a mix of intimidation and nervousness flickering across his face that Stiles is attributing to Derek being a big Alpha. He extends a hand tentatively toward Derek. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

Derek takes Isaac’s hand in a firm shake. “Pleasure to meet you. Stiles speaks often about you.”

Isaac’s eyes dart towards Stiles, a flicker of surprise and curiosity evident in his expression. Stiles smiles reassuringly, wanting to ease any tension. “Isaac and I have had some great conversations. He’s doing really well here.”

Derek nods approvingly. “I’m glad to hear that. Stiles has a way of making people feel comfortable.”

Stiles' heart flutters as Derek's gaze meets his, and a soft smile graces his lips. The tenderness in Derek's eyes fills Stiles with warmth, and he can't help but lean into the Alpha's touch as their lips meet in a gentle kiss.

Isaac excuses himself with a polite smile, leaving Stiles and Derek alone in the office.

“Are you ready to go?” Derek asks, placing a hand on Stiles’ lower back possessively.

Stiles takes a deep breath and nods. “Let me just gather my things.”

Just as they start walking towards the car, Derek's phone buzzes, breaking the momentary silence. A flicker of annoyance passes across Derek's face as he retrieves the device from his pocket, glancing at the screen. "It's Boyd," he says with a hint of frustration. "It might be urgent."

Stiles can’t help feel a pang of disappointment, the interruption threatening to dampen their plans. “Go ahead, I can wait in the car,” Stiles says, trying to hide his disappointment.

Derek meets Stiles’ gaze. “I won’t be long.”

As Derek steps aside to answer the call, Stiles watches him. He takes a moment to collect himself as he watches Derek’s expressions change. After what feels like forever, Derek ends the call and joins Stiles. “I’m sorry, baby. We’re going to stop by the office for a moment to sign some documents that have to go out this evening.”

Stiles nods in understanding. “Sure, maybe you can show me around since I’ve never been.”

Arriving at the office, Derek leads Stiles inside, his hand warm and reassuring in Stiles’ grasp. As they step into the elevator, Derek reaches into his wallet for a key card that will lead the elevator to his personal suite. Stiles can't help but feel a mix of excitement and curiosity as they ascend to the designated floor.

The elevator doors open to reveal a spacious and exquisitely decorated hotel suite. Stiles stands in awe, taking in the luxurious furnishings, the soft lighting, and the breathtaking view of the city skyline. The suite exudes an air of opulence, a testament to Derek's success and influence.

Derek turns to Stiles, his voice filled with affection. "Make yourself comfortable, baby. I won't be long." He places a tender kiss on Stiles' lips before heading out, leaving Stiles alone in the suite.

As Stiles looks around, his thoughts begin to wander. He can't help but wonder if this is where Derek had stayed during the early days of their marriage when he didn't come home. Insecurity creeps into his mind, fueled by images of tristes the Alpha may have had on that very bed. Insecurities begin to creep into Stiles' thoughts, causing his heart to ache with doubt.

As Stiles gazes out of the window, the city lights twinkle in the distance, he realizes that the love he’s feeling for Derek has developed because of who Derek is and who Stiles is. They were forced together but the connection they’ve shared, the way Derek’s touch makes him feel alive, the way they’ve laughed and enjoy each other’s company. He fell in love with Derek despite blackmail…it has been a choice, and one he’d make again.

Minutes pass, and Stiles finds solace in the stillness of the suite. He clings to the belief that love is a choice. Stiles chooses to trust in what they’re building, in the way Derek looks at him with tenderness even if the Alpha has not said the words.

Just as Stiles’ worries begin to ease, Derek returns, his footsteps a familiar sound in the otherwise unfamiliar space. Stiles turns to him and they lock gazes, and he can’t help but feel a surge of affection for his Alpha.

He moves closer to Derek, his voice barely a whisper, filled with longing. “I’ve missed you,’ he murmurs, his hands reaching out to caress Derek’s strong jawline. What he really means is I love you.

Derek

Derek watches a soft flush grace Stiles’ cheeks. He wants this Omega, lately it’s as if he’s always thinking of the little prince. And if he gave in to what Stiles is asking for, he would feel regretful. Looking at the suite, of all the one night stands, the room is too unclean for his Omega. “Not here, little prince,” he murmurs, his voice filled with regret. “You’re too good for this place. We’ll have it gutted and you’ll have full reign with it, and then this place can be ours.”

He pulls Stiles into him, relishing in the warm, slim body of his Omega. “Let me show you around before our dinner reservations.” Derek takes Stiles by the hand and leads him on a quick tour of the hotel, especially his offices. As they walk, he relishes in the warmth of Stiles’ hand in his.

Arriving at his office, Derek introduces Stiles to Boyd and Erica. “Stiles, you met Boyd at our wedding. He’s the CFO of our company, and overall my right hand man.

He watches Stiles shake Boyd’s hand, a genuine smile gracing his luscious lips. “It’s nice to see you again. Our wedding day was very brief and I hardly got to speak to anyone.”

Boyd returns the smile, his eyes friendly even though his face is stoic. “It’s good to see you again.”

Derek notice’s Erica’s cold regard for his husband. His brows furrow in slight concern, his protective instincts kicking in. “This is Erica. She runs operations and she’s also married to Boyd.”

Erica’s lips curl into a smug smirk, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Didn’t think you would last this long, Stilinski.”

Derek watches Stiles meet her gaze, a spark of challenge in his eyes. “It’s Mr. Hale. And I can guarantee you that I’ll be here longer than you will.”

Derek’s hand gently squeezes Stiles’, silently reassuring him that he has the Omega’s back. “Erica,” he growls, “speak to him like that again, and you’ll find yourself sorry.”

Erica’s eyes widen, momentarily taken aback by Derek. She quickly regains her composure, her lips pressed into a thin line. Without saing another word, both Erica and Boyd make their exit, leaving them alone in his office.
Derek guides Stiles to his large mahogany desk. He lifts Stiles onto it and leans in, his lips capturing Stiles’ in a passionate kiss. As they break apart, Derek reaches into his desk drawer, retrieving a large flat gift box. He presents it to Stiles with a smile. “I know these are conventionally given to Omegas on their wedding day. But ours was anything but conventional,” he says softly.

Derek’s gaze never wavers from Stiles so he sees his Omega’s eyes widen with excitement as he carefully opens the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, is a beautiful gold infinity collar adorned with sparkling rubies. He watches Stiles’ breath catch, and Derek feels his own heart match.

"I had planned to present this to you over dinner," Derek admits, his voice husky with desire, "but seeing you assert yourself, taking charge, it was incredibly sexy. I couldn't resist." He takes the collar in his hands, feeling its weight and significance."Come here," he gestures to Stiles, drawing him closer.

Stiles' curiosity shines in his eyes as he asks, "How do you unlock it?"

Derek's lips curl into a smoldering smile as he reveals the accompanying cufflinks, their design perfectly complementing the collar. "These cufflinks," he explains, holding them up, "are the only key to unlocking it. They'll always be with me, just as this collar will always be on you." He unlocks the collar, his touch both gentle and possessive, and places it around Stiles' neck.

In that moment, as the collar adorns Stiles' neck, Derek's heart swells with a profound sense of belonging. He tenderly caresses Stiles' cheek, wiping away the stray tears that glisten on the Omega's face.

"Do you like it?" Derek whispers, his lips trailing kisses along each tear-stained path. "If it's not what you wanted, we can find something else."

Stiles shakes his head, determination shining in his eyes as he throws himself into Derek's arms. His hands find their place on Derek's face, his touch gentle yet firm. "No," Stiles says with conviction. "This is perfect. May we go home now?"

Derek's brow furrows with concern as he holds Stiles tightly. "Of course," he replies, his voice laced with worry. "Are you feeling alright?"

A radiant smile graces Stiles' face, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I'm more than alright. I just want to be with you. Please."

Derek kisses him then, putting everything he does not know how to say into words. He feels a pain in his chest, deeper than a gunshot wound, and he’s not sure what it means. A fleeting thought that sends chills down his spine but ignites him all the same. Love. This is love, he realizes, the weight of those words settling deep in his soul.

As their lips part, Derek gazes deeply into Stiles’ eyes, his own filled with tenderness and awe. He entwines their fingers together and leads Stiles out of the office towards the car. Their silence is heady but not uncomfortable. It’s anticipatory. It’s longing. It’s passion. It’s everything he never knew he wanted and will do everything in his power to protect.

Arriving home, Derek wastes no time. He presses Stiles against the foyer wall, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. With each tender touch, he slowly undresses his Omega, savoring the unveiling of Stiles’ beautiful body as they move towards their bedroom. Their discarded clothing leaves a trail of evidence for the staff to clean up.

Laying Stiles gently on the bed, Derek’s hands trace every curve, every contour, worshiping his little prince’s body with reverence. This moment feels different from the others. He’s laid Stiles on their bed hundreds of times since that first one so many weeks ago, but tonight it’s different. For the first time in Derek’s life, he makes love. He makes love to Stiles with a passion and tenderness he’s never experienced with anyone else.

As their bodies intertwine, they move together, in sync. Derek captures every moan and plea the Omega gives. Time seems to stand still as they reach their peak together. By the time they’re both satiated, Stiles curls into Derek’s side, his face resting against Derek’s chest.

“Der,” Stiles’ voice is rough but sweet. “I got you something…but it’s not a big deal. Not like my gift,” he trails off as his delicate fingers caress the collar adorning his neck.

Derek's smile softens, and he presses a tender kiss to the top of Stiles' head. "Whatever it is, my little prince, I want it."

Stiles playfully nips at Derek's chest before bounding out of bed and disappearing into the hallway. Derek lies there, the warmth of anticipation swirling in his chest, savoring the contentment and peace that wash over him.

When Stiles returns, he settles back down beside Derek, carefully placing a wrapped book on his chest. Derek's fingers eagerly unwrap the gift, a tightness forming in his throat as he takes in the leather-bound copy of 'The Little Prince'.

"Stiles..." Derek's voice catches, the words lodged in his chest, struggling to escape. His gaze meets Stiles' and all Derek sees is Stiles’ affection for him.

"It may seem silly, but I noticed you didn't have a copy of it in your office," Stiles begins, his voice filled with a hint of vulnerability. "And since you're so fond of calling me that... well, you know."

Derek's heart swells, a surge of emotions threatening to spill over. He pulls Stiles into his embrace, holding him close, unable to find the words to express the depth of his love. In that moment, he realizes that this gift, seemingly simple, is anything but.

With a voice thick with emotion, Derek finally manages to whisper, "Thank you, baby. It means more to me than you can ever imagine." He looks at the book, and it’s so representative of who he’s come to know Stiles to be. Stiles is not about extravagance, he’s about heartfelt gestures, and Derek wants him forever.

They lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms as they take turns reading from the pages of ‘The Little Prince.” It’s not a terribly happy story, but the message is profound.

Derek can feel Stiles' gaze lingering on him as he closes the book and sets it aside. A warmth settles in his chest. "What is it?" he asks, his voice a low murmur.

Stiles meets his eyes, his gaze filled with an intensity that makes Derek's heart flutter. "I love you," Stiles says simply, the weight of those three words hanging in the air.

Derek smirks as he pulls Stiles onto him, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. He pours all of his feelings into it, conveying his love in the way their lips touch, in the way his fingers gently caress Stiles’ cheek.

They pull back, their foreheads resting against each other, their breaths intermingling. He helps Stiles settle and feels the Omega’s breaths slow down with sleep.

In the quiet of their shared space, with Stiles’ soft puffs of breath as his tether to the present, his mind wanders to Stiles' father. The bastard has been laying low for weeks, and they’re still no closer to finding out what he’s hiding. The desire to know the truth burns inside him.

Derek’s protective instincts surge, fueled by the new realization that he’s in love with Stiles. He knows now, without a shadow of a doubt, that Stiles has no idea who his father really is. That his Omega was not complicit in the dirty dealings that forced their marriage.

He holds Stiles tighter, vowing silently to himself that he will stop at nothing to protect what’s his. What he’s found with Stiles, is nothing he ever thought someone like him deserved. Stiles knows who he is. What he does. And has still chosen to love him, without reservations or demands. Derek will be worthy of it. Because as he’s learned true love begins when nothing is looked for in return.”