Hazardous || Teen Wolf [4]

Prologue.

"We are almost done with the last season of Sons of Anarchy," I mumbled to Scott, lifting my head from his chest and yawning. It was another one of those nights we stayed in and watched our favorite tv shows or movies, our legs intertwined and the warmest blanket I owned wrapped over us. I had grown accustomed to not looking over my shoulder every few minutes and enjoying being in the moment. This moment with Scott was probably the best part. "Do you want to finish now or go to bed?"

Scott pauses from stroking my hair, looking down at me as I rubbed my eyes," do you think you're up for another episode? You look ready to sleep."

I smile, sticking my tongue out at him, "I'm up okay! I'm... resting my eyes."

"Says the snoring you were doing 5 minutes ago," he scoffs.

"Scott I was not sleeping and if you disagreeing with me I will really go to sleep," I mumbled, raising a brow in challenge.

"Fine, fine," he huffs, adjusting me so I lie completely on top of him. His hands gripping my waist and moving small circles against the fabric of my my shirt. "Are you going to go to sleep or...?"

I snort, laughing silently as he pulls me to his lips in silence. It quickly heats up, Scott flipping us over so I'm pinned underneath him and gasping for air as his lips continue to assault mine in the most pleasurable way. His hands move my hips with his, even more moans of delight leaving my lips when his mouth trails. Soft, moth-like kisses trail down my neck and over my collarbone. My hands itch to grab onto his black hair, unfortunately he has got them pinned with his own above my head.

I can feel him nip at the skin, leaving marks that soon disappear and grinding his lower half into my body. Scott lifts his head back up to kiss my jaw before returning to my lips, I laugh into the kiss. He pecks me multiple times before fully giving himself to me, the sweet taste of caramel enveloping my mouth just like it does every time. I won't ever get use too it, the taste sending electricity flowing through my body. The humming of energy sends goosebumps across my skin and boosts my adrenaline. I wrestle out of his grip, grabbing the top of his collar and ripping the shirt apart. Scotts lips leave me for a moment, looking down at the torn pieces of his shirt and laughing.

"Wow," he laughs.

I roll my eyes, flipping us over so I'm sitting on top of him and placing a hand over his mouth, "don't fuck with me McCall."

He pulls me down, all the way to where our noses touch and chocolate eyes meet dark brown ones, "with you? Never."

My lips press against his once more, his hands gripping my waist and slowly lifting my shirt up, pressing his fingers into the exposed skin. Both our heart rates are equally spiked and act like background noise. It's nothing but bliss between us, calloused fingers meeting soft skin and exploring. Deep breaths of pleasure escape one another.

Scotts fingers suddenly dig deeper into my skin like he's controlling himself, stabs of pain shooting up me.

I wince, pulling slightly away form the kiss," Scott you're hurting me, why are your claws out?"

"I...I... I don't know," he says, I pull away, sitting straight up to see the damage. His claws embedded themselves into my sides, blood running down as I look at him and his claws.

Scott lifts his hands, looking horrified at himself," I'm sorry, I'm sorry Mel! What's happening to me?"

I sense the panic in his voice, grabbing his hands with my own so I can see his face. He however grips my wrist tightly and throws me down onto the bed.

"Scott! Stop! SCOTT!" I yell.

"WHATS HAPPENING TO ME!" He growls, face inches away from mine. Red eyes and full wolfed our face looking directly at me, long canines looking ready to attack me.

"SCOTT!" I gasp out, throwing myself back into reality.

My rooms darkened, everything's dead silent as I look around, I'm drenched in my own sweat and trembling from the dream. I can feel my wrists burning with pain and the blood still running down my torso where his hands had gripped me.

"Hey Imelda," Scott comes out of the bathroom, coming to my side of the bedroom. His hands quickly pull the hair out of my face. "What happened are you okay?"

Flashes of his uncontrollable shift and blood come back to me, I look at him. Forcing myself to shove it to the back of my mind and focus on the now I nod my head.

"Yeah, bad dream," I mumble, keeping my voice natural.

"You sure?" He asks me.

I nod, "yeah, I just want to get sleep before school. Come on."

He nods, accepting defeat and gently pushes me  further towards his side of the bed. Quickly he rests my head on his torso and begins playing with my hair. I shut my eyes, terrified to go back to sleep but knowing I could stay awake forever. Sleep was inevitable.