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Der'ek pulled Stiles against him when the boy tried to turn away from him. His front smoothed against the boy's lean back. He happily allowed Stiles to twist about within his hold as he ironed his lips against the soft pale flesh displayed at the boy's exposed shoulder.
His canines elongating enough to rake over the sensitive skin there encrimsoning beneath his zealously eager administrations. Soft breathy moans leaving from out of the boy's glossy saliva slicked pink heart-shaped lips, in such a vulnerably open state, that Der'ek almost couldn't control his Wolf.
He loved the resistance his little Human fruitlessly and futilely put up. And he desired that fight with his whole being. He couldn't wait to know what the boy's fighting spirit would taste like when he finally claimed him.
The boy's father had been a fool to permit his only beauteously ethereal son to come within his domain, and they would both pay dearly for that. Or at least, Stiles would for his father's own carelessness. Der'ek smirked at this knowledge as he lifted up the withering boy in his arms bridal style, carrying him off to his own private quarters for the night.