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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/OFC, Derek_Hale/OFC, Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Violet-OFC, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey, Stiles
      Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Dreams, Werewolves, Tests, Smut, Romance, Violet_is_like_Derek's_sister,
      Creepy!Peter, brother!derek, Scisaac_-_Freeform, Violter, turning,
      Running_Away, Windows_-_Freeform, Pack_Meetings, red_eyes,
      Seductive!Peter, Violet_crushing_on_Peter, Vis_Versa, scent, claw_kink,
      fang_kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-31 Completed: 2013-12-01 Chapters: 9/9 Words: 11147
****** Seducing a Dreaming Violet ******
by ShakeThatCocktail
Summary
     Violet's been dreaming about Peter for a while now, and she doesn't
     seem to want to stop. Peter wants to turn her, but decides to seduce
     her first. Not that it'll take much...
Notes
     For my best friend Natalia, who has only just recently got into Teen
     Wolf and I am very proud of her for it :) And in the conversastion
     following her telling me, she gladly gave me Peter while I traded
     Derek for Stiles :) xxx
***** Dreams *****
The first few nights, Peter just sat on her window ledge and watched her sleep,
enjoying the way her hips moved the rest of her body in slumber, the way her
hair fanned out around her on the pillow, and the way her eyes flickered and
her brow furrowed when she dreamed. He picked up her heat beat speeding up once
or twice as she slept, and he resisted the urge to climb in and console her
from the nightmare she was having, but the little breathy moans that escaped
her lips discounted this action and left him adjusting his trousers on the
narrow seat. He wished he could see inside her mind, see what she was dreaming
about and, inevitably, share it with her. When she began to moan out little
words against the sheets, like, "Peeet-rrrr..." his attention was snagged, and
he tuned his hearing to make her sounds clearer. However, all she did then was
let out little snuffles and occasional whines.
 
/---V---V---\
 
Three night later, and Peter dared to venture in through the open window. The
night was warm, and a cool breeze wafter through and made ripples on the bed
sheets. The mesh curtain behind him fluttered, and he watched her, his eyes
glowing red in the dark. The thin green blanket that decorated the end of her
bed was tangled around her feet, her long legs bare as her pyjama shorts had
ridden up to a ridiculous height from her twisting and turning. Peter wanted to
run his hands up and down them as she slept, wanting to drink up the sleepy
smile she made and the shivers as his claws teased the flesh. He was only there
a matter of moments, before Violet twisted under herself and her eyes flickered
open, and he dove out of the window. All Violet heard was the scratch of claws
on wood and the clanking of roof tiles. She blearily pushed herself up off the
bed and padded to the open window. There, in the peeling white paint, were five
scratches.
"Freaking werewolves," she muttered, and she stumbled back to her bed. It
wasn't Derek- he'd have stayed and told her why he was there. It wasn't Scott
or Isaac- she'd banned them from coming near her room after she'd caught them
making out in her closet. Her heart skipped a beat when her mind entertained
the possibility of it being Peter,but she couldn't see any reason why. She
closed her eyes and snuggled against the soft cotton of her pillow.
Peter waited a few moments from her heart beat to fall before climbing down off
the roof and heading back to the loft.
 
/---V---V---\
 
The next night, Violet dreamed. She dreamed she was in her bed, curled up on
her side with her arm tucked under her pillow. Another arm, tanned and
muscular, was wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a hard, toned
body. Warm puffs of air blew on the back of her neck, and lips carefully
explored the nape. She shivered and the figure behind her let out a breathy
chuckle.
"How often do you dream of this? Us, like this, together?" he whsipered in her
ear, the hand attached to the arm around her waist snaking up slowly beneath
the hem of her sleep shirt. She groaned, and the figure chuckled again. "We can
be like this, you know? You just have to say..." The hand was now firmly under
her shirt, and it squeezed one of her breasts tantalizingly, the calloused hand
warm against the soft skin. Coupled with the sensation of having fangs dragged
across her bare skin, she couldn't help but moan out,
"Yes..." She was cut off by a sudden, burning sensation of teeth sinking into
her shoulder, and she buried her gasp in the pillow.
Violet jolted awake, almost falling out of her bed. She scanned the room for a
pair of scarlet eyes or a muscled body and, to her disappointment, found none.
Her fingers quickly moved to her shoulder, where she felt around for puncture
wounds or scratches. She felt none and her panic began to deflate. Hang
on...didn't bite wounds heal once the victim was turned?
"Oh my god!" she gasped, and she fumbled for her phone, dialling Derek's number
in a spasmodic fashion.
"Hello?"A sleepy Derek said on the other end of the line. Violet could imagine
him rubbing his beautiful eye as he tried to look less boyish than he did when
he was sleepy.
"Derek? It's me, Violet. I've got a really important question to ask you," she
garbled out.
"Violet, it's half five in the morning!"Derek groaned, and a little growl
emanated from the back of his throat.
"Yeah, I know, and I'm really sorry about that, but it's really important
Derek!" she pleaded, and Derek sighed. He couldn't say no to her, not when
Violet was like the less-annoying younger sister he never had.
"What is it?"
"Is there a test I can do to prove that I haven't been turned?" That caught
Derek's attention, and he sat up in bed, switching on the side light.
"What happened?"he growled, and Violet squirmed at the deep noise.
"I don't know, I just woke up and...I'm not really sure, Derek. I just need to
know." She sounded so unsure that Derek started to fear not for her, but with
her.
"I don't think there's a specific test. We'll talk about it at the pack
meeting, ok? It's only four hours away, so try and get some sleep,"he
suggested, and he collapsed back on his pillow.
"Ok," Violet mumbled. "Sorry about waking you up."
Derek let out a gruff chuckle. "Don't worry about it. the only other person who
calls me at  this time is Stiles when he's pulled an all-nighter and wants to
know if something's true or not." Violet giggled.
"Sounds just like Stiles," she agreed. "Bye, Derek."
"Bye, Violet." The line went dead. Violet fell back onto her pillows and took
in a deep breath. Under the smell of rose incense and deodorant, she could
detect something unusual- smoke and earth. She buried her face into the pillow
beside her, and groaned when she realised that it was the source. Her mind was
hijacked into sleep when she thought about Peter's hand against her skin.
 
From outside her window, a pair of red eyes watched her hungrily, fangs bared
in a triumphant smile.
 
/---V---V---\
 
 "Are you sure about this, Derek?" Violet asked timidly, not letting her eyes
leave the knife in Derek's hand. Her left around was extended towards him, the
sleeve of her hoodie rolled back to bare her wrist and the bottom half of her
forearm. The back of her hand was cupped firmly by his broad palm. She
nervously circled the patch of skin on her left shoulder where Peter's fangs
had dug in, even though all it was was unbroken skin. Peter watched from the
corner of the living room as the rest of the pack talked amongst themselves,
all of them oblivious to the situation going on. Violet kept the dream to
herself, only telling Derek what it was. She did, however, miss out the fact
that it was Peterwho'd been beside her in bed in the dream.
"It makes sense, doesn't it? If you're a werewolf, then the cut will heal in
minutes. if it doesn't, you're human," Derek said simply, and Violet shrugged.
Derek had already told her she didn't smell like a wolf, but Violet urged him
to do a test, just to make sure.
"Can you do some weird sniffer thing on me and see if I submit?" she asked, and
Derek shook his head. Peter heard this and his mind was instantly filled with
images of him and Violet in bed, her underneath him with her neck bared in
total submission. He awkwardly shifted, trying to adjust his trousers
inconspicuously.  
"That only works with an Alpha," Derek explained, adjusting his grip on the
knife's handle. Violet's insides suddenly turned to mush at the thought of
Peter standing so close to her with his nose and lips just millimetres from her
skin, trying to determine whether she'd turned so they could be together. Like
he'd said in her dream. Derek heard her heartbeat quicken, and he look up at
her curiously through his lashes.
"Let's stick with the knife," Violet said, her eyes flicking over to Peter, who
looked away in just enough time to not get caught. The playful tug on his lips,
however, wouldn't budge.
"You ready?" Derek asked, and Violet nodded, circling the patch of the skin
quicker. There was a quick burn across her arm where the blade sliced her,
drawing up a two-inch long ruby line. It wasn't deep enough to cause much
damage, but deep enough to draw a fair amount of blood and pain to the surface.
She hissed as Derek wrapped a bandage around it, applying pressure and securing
it with a tight knot. "We'll check it in a few minutes," he said, patting her
shoulder and rising from his chair to go to his pack. Violet was left standing
where she was, rubbing her fingers gingerly over the rough material of the
bandage.
"Both of us would already know if you'd been bitten," a husky voice said next
to her ear, and Violet quivered. She turned slightly, and her face was inches
from Peter's. His blue eyes burned with mischielf and teasing, and his lips
were quirked into a half smile.
"How?" she asked, determined to keep her heart beat under control so he
couldn't hear what his presence was doing to her. He chuckled, the same chuckle
he'd made in her dream, and Violet had to surpress the little moan that nearly
leaked out of her lips.
"Both of us would've woken up in much better moods," he hushed, and a grin lit
up his face. Violet blushed furiously, and walked quickly away to stand by
Stiles, cupping her injured arm. The pack meeting began, and Peter and Violet
played the dangerous game of 'look-at-the-other-but-don't-let-anyone-see'.
Halfway through, and Violet began to untie the bandage, the intricate knot hard
to unravel with one hand. Peter was suddenly by her side, helping her, and
Violet flinched at the contact. Peter pretended not to notice. Once the bandage
was peeled away, she could still ee the red puckered line. It had stopped
weeping blood, but it was still sore. And she was still human. "Disappointed?"
Peter asked quickly, hearing her heart beat stutter, and Violet met his eyes
with her sharp grey ones.
"No," she said quietly, her voice cracking slightly.
There was no way she was going to admit it to him.
***** Another Day, Another Daydream *****
Chapter Summary
     Violet gets caught in class...
Peter was placing soft kisses up and down the side of Violet's throat as she
carded her fingers through his blond hair. Every now and then, he'd let his
fangs slip against her skin, and she'd moan. Peter would eat them up, kissing
her greedily and nipping at her bottom lip while his hands travelled to her
waist to pull her closer to him.
"Need you..." he groaned against her neck, and Violet laced her fingers into
his hair and pulled him closer...
Stiles prodded Violet's arm with his pen, but got no response. He just watched
her lazy smile get bigger.
Peter pushed them back onto the bed. It wasn't her bed- the sheets were
different and it was bigger. The heat coming from his body soaked through
Violet's clothes, and she shivered, pulling him down for another kiss. She slid
her tongue against Peter's left fang, and he let out a gutteral growl, pressing
down harder on her body. Through her jeans, she could feel his erection...
Stiles poked her again, but still got no response. He looked over at Scott, who
wore and confused and pained expression. "What?" he asked.
"She's reeking," Scott said, wrinkling his nose.
"Reeking?" Stiles asked. "Of what?"
"Desire, arousal, sexual frustration," Scott reeled off, and Stiles waved his
hand at him to make him stop. He poked her one last time, but Violet stayed in
her hazy state.
Both their sets of hands moved to unbutton one another's jeans, fingers
fumbling and half-babbled phrasess filling the air. Peter yanked down Violet's,
and she gasped as his claws trailed acorss the sensitive skin of her hips and
down towards the crease of her thighs.
"Really...need...you..." Peter ground out, and a hand slipped to part her
thighs...
"Violet!" There was a sharp snap of a cane on the wooden desk in front of her,
and Violet jumped, letting out a small squeak. A few people in the class
snickered, and she looked around and made eye contact with Stiles and Scott.
They were both looking at her in a funny way, Stiles' eyes studying her, and
Scott trying not to make eye contact. She looked up and saw Ms Blake's eyebrows
raised. "Are you with us now?" she asked, and Violet nodded.
"Absolutely. Totally one hundred percent...with you," she began, and then
trailed off as Ms Blake looked at disapprovingly.
"I'm all for minds dreaming up new and exciting things," she said to the class.
"But I don't think day dreaming is going to help any of you pass." She shot a
glance at Violet over her shoulder, a playful smile on her lips. Violet let out
a sigh when Ms Blake went back to talking about chapter five of 'Heart of
Darkness'. Thank the Lord that she was one of her favourites.
 
/---V---V---\
 
"What was up with you in there?" Stiles asked, catching Violet as they left
their English classroom. Violet looked at him with big, innocent eyes.
"What?" she asked, and Stiles huffed.
"You! You with all your day dreaming and nearly sending Scott running out of
the room from the smell of arousal and desire! And who was giving off that
smell? You were!" he exclaimed, and Violet stared at him.
"I smelt like that?" she asked, and Stiles nodded violently.
"Yeah. I poked you multiple times to get your attention so you wouldn't get
into trouble, but you were off in La-La Land," he said. Violet blushed
violently, and Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. "What were you dreaming about?"
"Nothing!" Violet said quickly, fingering her bag strap nervously as they
walked past the chemistry labs.
"You're lying!" Stiles announced, triumphantly. "If you smelt that strong, then
you were thinking about someone. Who was it? Derek? Jackson? Greenberg?"  
Violet ran off down the corridor, leaving Stiles standing there with his
question unanswered.
***** The Smell of Dreams *****
Chapter Summary
     It's been a few days and Violet's been caught more than once. Scott,
     Stiles and Isaac are beginning to get worried. The couple and Derek
     begin to think it through...
"We need to sort out what's up with Violet," Stiles said, shuffling his legs on
the couch. "I don't know how you guys are still standing!"
Isaac and Scott looked at him, completely seeing where they're coming from. For
the last two days, all three of them had seen Violet slip into day dreams,
begin to 'reek' again, and get cautioned by teachers multiple times.
"I sit next to her in Music and I had to leave the room twice," Isaac moaned
from the comfort of Scott's arms. The two of them were curled up on the other
end of the sofa, Isaac settled between Scott' legs with his head back against
his boyfriend's chest.
"You said she smelt of arousal, didn't you?" Stiles asked, and the couple
nodded. "Well, if we wanna figure out why, we need to find what's got her so
aroused."
"What're you guys talking about?" Derek asked, walking down the spiral
staircase and into the room. He was wearing his vest top and sweats, so he'd
obviously been working out. Could the guy get any buffer?
"We're talking about Violet," Isaac blurted, and Stiles kicked him in the leg.
They were all aware of how close Derek and Violet were, almost like family, and
speaking ill against her could end up with them all having their throats ripped
out. By Derek's teeth.
"Why are you talking about her?" Derek asked harshly, his pale eyes skewering
each member of his pack.
"Chill out, Derek. We're just worried about her, that's all," Stiles placated,
and Derek narrowed his eyes.
"Seriously? Have you not noticed it?" Scott asked, and Derek raised an eyebrow
at him. "The smell?"
"If you think Violet smells, why don't you go tell her to by a new perfume?"
Derek asked. Personally, he quite liked the one she wore already. It smelt
similar to the one Cora used to wear.
"Not that smell," Scott said, sounding as if he was talking to a five-year old.
"The othersmell!"
Derek raised his eyebrow, still not understanding. Stiles let out a huff.
"For the last few days, Isaac and Scott have almost been gassed to death
multiple times by Violet because they say she smells of desire, arousal
and...what was the other one? Sexual frustration," he let out. Derek stayed
quiet.
"Do you know why?" he asked a few minutes later. All three of them shook their
heads.
"That's what we're trying to figure out," Isaac said.
"Do you guys know who she's attracted to?" Derek asked, and Scott and Isaac
shook their heads.
"She did run away the other day when I confronted her and suggested your name?
I suggested Jackson and Greenberg, but that was just as joke" Stiles offered,
and Derek stared at him.
"Violet's like my sister. I would know if she felt that way," he gritted out,
and Stiles shrugged.
"So we're back to square one," Scott said.
"Well, I hope you guys find out sooner or later. I'm not carrying you out of
the classroom when you pass out," Stiles said.
 
/---V---V---\
 
Peter's lips brushed teasingly over her's as Violet lay on her back in bed. Her
eyes were closed, but she didn't need to open them to see the heavy-lidded blue
eyes or the chiseled jaw that was so close to her. She tilted her face up and
her brow furrowed as she tried to steal another kiss and found nothing but air,
but her brow smoothed when Peter's lips found her's again. She felt the tip of
his tongue snake across her bottom lip, along with a hint of fang, and she made
a small whine when he pulled back. She rolled onto her side, the sheets
tangling around her waist. She suddenly felt hot breath across her collarbone
and neck, and wet kisses were pressed against her skin, Peter's tongue flicking
out to taste her. She desperately wanted to tell him to say something, but her
dreaming self seemed to prefer the insanely hot silence. She let out a
strangled gasp when Peter opened his mouth against her skin and closed it,
teeth dragging her neck.
She rolled onto her back at the sheer force of pleasure from that action, and
she felt two hands, complete with claws, sliding down the sides of her body and
over bare skin from where her top had ridden up. Violet trembled when she felt
Peter' hands push away the sheets and the claws on his thumbs trace across the
sensitive skin of her hips. She bucked slightly, a small whine escaping her
lips. A kiss to the skin just above her mound jolted her awake, and she shot up
off the bed.
Violet looked around her room, almost desperate to see Peter standing in the
shadows. All she saw were streaks of moonlight across the carpet coming from
her open window. She gingerly traced her lips with her fingertip around her
lips, feeling as they did just after she'd been kissed. It was a dream, they
weren't supposed to feel like that. She fell back onto her pillows, letting her
own hand trace the paths that Peter's had. Strips of electricity seemed to fizz
over her skin where claws might've dragged, and she shivered when she gently
touched the skin of her hips. She bucked slightly and let out a shaky breath.
"Best...dream...ever..." she whispered into the dark.
 
/---V---V---\
 
Peter watched Violet sitting on the sofa from across the room. She was sitting
cross-legged beside Isaac, poking at her slice of pizza and laughing at
something Isaac said while the others dug into their own food and watched the
old sci-fi movie on the flat screen TV Peter persuaded Derek to buy. Scott was
sitting on the floor, his head against Isaac's knee, while Allison and Lydia
sprawled on the floor in front of Derek and his armchair. Stiles was sitting
upright in the middle of the room, his eyes not leaving the TV screen. Peter
watched Violet's head turn at a certain angle which made gravity act on her
long blonde hair slip over her shoulder to reveal flushed cheeks and lips
redded with grease from the food. She hadn't looked at him the entire time
she'd been there, carefully avoiding his gaze and blushing when he looked too
long at her.
Scott, Isaac and Derek had picked up her faint scent of arousal once or twice,
and had talked about it in the kitchen whilst getting more drinks.
"It has to be someone in here," Derek stated, and his Beta and resident True
Alpha nodded. "But who?"
"Stiles?" Isaac suggested. "I've heard her say that she finds Stiles
attractive. Why can't the feeling be mutual?"
"True...but I know for a fact that Stiles is crushing on this girl in our
English class and she told Allison that she fancies him," Scott said. "Violet
knows that."
"So, who else?" Derek pressed, trying to rack his brain.
"There's you?" Scott said. "Okay, maybe not. We already know she's like your
sister," he added under the pressure of Derek's hard glare. It could crush him
like a tonne of concrete.
"That leaves Peter..." Isaac began, and he and Scott promptly shivered. Derek
grimaced at the thought.
"How about no," Derek said, and the couple conceeded.
"Well, she hasn't been that bad tonight, has she? Maybe the matters dropped and
she's got her head on the right way again?" Scott said. They all looked at the
pretty blonde sitting on the sofa and toying with Lydia's hair. She was the
only person allowed to do so.
"Let's just hope," Derek said.
 
Peter listened to their conversation in amusement. They didn't believe Violet
found Peter attractive? He wondered what they'd say if they walked in on one of
Violet's 'dreams'. His attention was promptly caught by Violet's tongue
wrapping itself around a strand of melted cheese coming off her pizza, her eyes
closed, and he quickly exited the room.
Looking back over her shoulder, Violet gave Peter' back a triumphant grin.
***** A Scarcity of Dreams *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter and Violet finally talk...
Violet was getting frustrated. No dreams about Peter for three nights. She'd
tried willing herself to sleep with her mind full of images of him, but she
always ended up dreaming empty. It was night on half ten at night and she was
pacing her room, trying to come up with a way to see Peter in her dreams again.
She knew this wasn't healthy, but he didn't particularly care. A few moment
later and she was pulling on a hoodie and grabbing her car keys. She drove
quickly to the Hale apartment, and found that the front door was unlocked.
 
/---V---V---\
 
"Derek?" she called out, stepping cautiously into the apartment. Everything was
washing in moonlight through the giant window on the far wall, all the other
electrical lights out. The corners of the room were in shadow, hiding an
endless possibility of what could be hiding in them. "Derek?" she called out
again, but there was no answer.
"He's out," a voice said behind her, and she whipped around and was comfronted
by Peter's scarlet eyes. He was standing a metre or so behind her, blocking her
access to the front door. "Finally given in and have come to see me?" he
teased, and Violet's heart rate rocketed.
"No," she lied, and Peter tutted.
"You're heartbeat betrays you," he said, taking a step closer. Violet took one
step back, further into the loft. "Why're you here, Violet?" His voice was
silky smooth.
"I came to speak to Derek," she said, trying to not let her voice tremble.
Peter came up so close to her that she could feel his warm breath on her skin.
"I think...you're lying..." he whispered in her ear, and Violet quivered. One
of Peter's hands came up and brushed her curtain of hair over her shoulder,
baring part of her collarbone that was peeking out from under her hoodie and
collar of her camisole.
"Then what do you think the truth is?" she asked, trying to sound coquettish,
instead of a turned-on lump. Peter just chuckled and moved to stand behind her.
"I think," he began, pushing her hair out the way and over one shoulder, "that
you came here to talk to me. To get me on my own..." His hands traced the paths
that his dream version had taken over Violet's body nights before.
"Why would I want to do that?" Violet asked, her voice shaky, and she tried to
ignore the warm feeling spreading between her legs. Peter dipped his face
towards her neck, his nose nudging the shell of her ear as he whispered,
"Because you want me."
A little moan escaped Violet's lips, and Peter grinned a feral smile. "Was I
right?" he teased, and Violet began to move away from him, towards the door.
His hand lashed out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back close against him
with a gasp. Their noses were almost touching, their lips mere inches away from
each other.
"To answer your question, I believe you aren't," she breathed out, and Peter
raised an eyebrow. "Seems like, right now, youwant me." She gave him a
triumphant grin. The corner of Peter's mouth twitched into a smile, and pulled
her wrist back a little more, bringing her even closer. Chest to chest.
"Seems like we're in agreement," he said. Violet's eyes were blown wide in
surprise when Peter leaned in and captured her mouth with his. A little whimper
left hers and he swallowed it greedily, nibbling on her bottom lip and sucking
the sensibility out of her for all he was worth. Violet responded hungrily,
digging her fingers into her hair and pushing her body flush against his. He
tasted better in reality than in her dreams, and she couldn't get enough.
Peter's ears were drowned in the sound of their combined heartbeats thundering.
He let his claws come out and he dragged the tips across her collarbone and
shoulder, teasing the skin. He smiled into the kiss at the feeling of her full
body shiver. "That should give you enough to dream about," he whispered against
her lips, and Violet frowned, making her grey eyes big and pleading. Peter just
chuckled. "You should go before Derek comes back, despite how much I want to
fuck you into my mattress right now," he said, and a strangled whine escaped
Violet's lips. Her knees went a little weak.
"One question before i go?" she asked against Peter's jaw.
"Anything for you," he replied, and Violet's eyes twinkled.
"I'll hold you to that," she whispered. "My dreams. Some of them felt so real
that I thought they were. Were they?" she asked, and Peter smiled.
"Only the ones you want to be real," he replied. Violet started to make a
frustrated sound, but Peter cut her off with a bruising kiss. It was all tongue
and lip, no teeth, and it almost and Violet in a puddle on the floor...or in
Peter's bed. She didn't really care where. "Go," he whispered, placing a soft
kiss on the side of her neck. He squeezed her hand one more time and she left,
Peter noticed her legs shaking slightly. She never looked back. Once she was
gone, only then did Peter notice the raging hard on he had in his jeans. He
moved quickly up to his room and stripped off his jeans, fumbling for the
bottle of lube his kept in his bedside draw. He stripped off his underwear and
it only took a few minutes of teasing and stroking for him to cum hard at the
taste of Violet on his lips and the memory of the feel of her skin in his mind.
***** Derek Doesn't Like Dreams *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek witnesses something strange...
Derek was sitting at the breakfast bar in the loft's kicthen, pretending to
read the back of his cereal box while he secretly watched Violet lounging on
the couch. Her head was in her hands, lying on her stomach, and now Derek was
starting to see (or smell) what Scott meant of Violet reeking. The amount of
pheremones and hormones coming off her was making his head spin. He could hear
her heart rate flutter almost constantly, and he was starting worry if she was
having a panic attack. The lazy smile on her face said otherwise. Peter came
into the room and saw the scrunched up look on Derek's face and his eyes
trained on Violet. He too could smell her, but he found it rather delicious.
"You don't look so happy," he teased, and Derek gave him a narrowed look.
"Can't you smell it?" he asked, and Peter shrugged.
"Doesn't really bother me." Derek gave his uncle a disbelieving look.
"Personally, I quite like it."
"That's just creepy," Derek said, and Peter chuckled. The sound seemed to snap
Violet out of her dreaming daze and her head popped up over the back of the
sofa. Both werewolves heard her heart rate speed up, and Derek looked curiously
at Peter. He could see the twos' eyes locking, and a small half smile crept
onto Peter's lips.
"Hello, Violet," he said, and Derek watched Violet's cheeks flush a delicate
pink. Peter just hoped that they would still do that once he'd turned her.
Violet managed a small smile, trying to control herself.
"Hi, Peter," she responded. She was blinking rapidly.
"You ok, Violet?" Derek asked, about to get up to go to her when Violet sprung
off the sofa, she pretended she had something in her eyes so neither would see
the extent at which she was staring at Peter. She could still feel his stubble
burn across her chin from the previous night.
"I'm fine, Derek. I just left my eyedrops at home," she lied, and she started
for the door.
"I didn't know you needed eyedrops?" Peter questioned, his blue eyes mocking
her. Violet looked back over her shoulder, one hand still obscuring her face,
but there was a hint of teasing on her lips.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Peter," she said, and she walked out
the door, an exaggerated swing in her hips. If Peter could tease her with his
voice, she could tease him with her body.
"What was that about?" Derek growled, slamming Peter into the marble island.
Peter just looked up at him, wide-eyed.
"What was what?" he asked, and Derek tightened the hand around Peter's neck.
"The thing that just happened with Violet?" he gritted out. Peter raised an
eyebrow.
"I believe she had to leave because she left her eyedrops at home," Peter
replied, and Derek's eyes bled red.
"You know what I'm talking about, Peter. I heard both of your heartbeats get
faster and you couldn't stop staring at her. Same with her!" he growled, and
Peter chuckled, letting his head flop back onto the surface.
"Is it so wrong that we find each other attractive?" he asked, and Derek
snarled. "I'll take that as a yes, then."
"Stay. Away. From. Her," he spat, and he let go of Peter, stomping out of the
room towards the training area. Peter pushed himself off the counter and
smoothed down his hair. Derek didn't know, but he suspected something between
them. He wouldn't blame Violet, he loved her too much, but he'd heap every
ounce of blame he could onto Peter, that's for sure.
***** Dreaming of a Hot Mess *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter goes to see Violet...
Peter was perched on the small piece of roof beside Violet's bedroom window on
the outside for her house. The autumn sun had almost gone down, leaving a thick
line of bright orange on the horizon. The shadow of a tall ash infront of the
house hid him as he scaled the wall and waited. The thin privacy curtain on the
other side of the glass was half pulled across, leaving a slip in the window he
could look through. The only light in the room was coming from a lamp beside
the single bed. Leaking through the window, Peter could hear the chorus of
Cobra Starships' Hot Mess, and he couldn't fail to notice how perfect it seemed
to fit his and Violet's situation.
He knew he was quickly worming his way inside her mind (her body would come
later on)- her constant arousal was proof of it. Not to mention her question
about her dreams. They had allbeen real. Well, to him, anyway. The fact that he
was going to these length just to turn her spoke volumes about Peter. Violet's
reactions to the dreams spoke volumes about her, too. A dark silhouette on the
other side of the glass, who Peter precieved to be Violet, exited the room, and
Peter took that as his cue to jimmy his claws under the window and pull it up
enough for him to slip inside. His feet landed with a soft thump on the carpet.
He was surveying the room when Violet decided to re-enter, singing along with
the chorus and scrolling on her phone.
"Stumblin' but yeah, you still lookin' hella fine. Keep doin' whatcha doin' and
I'll make you- Peter!" she exclaimed when she looked up, stopping her impromptu
shoulder shimmying. Peter raised his eyebrow.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, and Violet gave him an unamused look.
"What're you doing here?" she asked, taking deep breaths to slow her heart
rate. Last time Peter Hale had been in her room he'd pushed the bed sheets from
her body and had all but ravished her. Thinking of that didn't calm her down.
Peter shrugged.
"I came to see you," he answered, leaning back against the bureau beside the
window.
"You saw me less than an hour ago," Violet countered, crossing her arms over
her chest. Peter smirked.
"Maybe I wanted to see more of you..." Violet watched his eyes wonder over her
body, and only then did she realise that she was only wearing a pair of grey
sweats and an open cardigan. With nothing on underneath but a bra. Which was on
full display. She quickly crossed to her room, pulling her cardigan taut over
her torso, and switched off her speakers, also putting as much distance as she
could between her and the seductive werewolf.
"What do you really want, Peter?" she asked, leaning back against the small,
upright piano that stood next to her speakers. She watched Peter's eyes glint,
and she suddenly regretted her choice of words.
"I think we both know what I reallywant, don't we, Violet?" he asked, his voice
as smooth as silk, but as gravelly as ashphalt. He walked langorously across
the room until their bodies were almost flush against one another. Violet could
feel his warm breath on her skin, and she shivered. "Don't we?" he asked again,
pushing Violet's hair over her shoulder, one of his claws catching the collar
of her cardigan and dragging it slightly, leaving her bra strap exposed.
"Just answer my question, please?" she asked again, trying to keep her voice
steady, and Peter made a complacent noise.
"I came," he began, "because Derek believes there is something going on between
us." He nosed as the side of Violet's neck, and a stuttering gasp left her
lips. "As usual, he's being an overprotective dog about things." Violet hit him
on the arm.
"Be careful who you call 'dog', cur," she hissed, and Peter laughed.
"I love a girl who uses fancy words," he teased. Violet tried to not let her
heart jump at the fact he said the word 'love'. "Know anymore?"
"Yes," Violet smirked. "If you don't start behaving, I won't acquisce anyof
your requests." Peter pretened to fan himself, but his eye glinted a cold
blue. He pressed his lips to the side of her neck again, and started a little
trail of kisses up, along her jawbone, and down the front of her neck. Violet
tilted her head back to give him more room, a pleasured moan leaving her.
"Any of them?" he asked. "Not even the ones you really want?" He virtually
growled the last part, and he ground his hips into hers, letting his teeth
slide over her neck. Violet whimpered, and Peter laughed against the soft, wet
skin of her neck, feeling the arousal flow off her in waves. Violet tried not
to let the heat between her thighs jumble up her brain, but it was doing a
pretty good job so far.
"I know how to get them," she hushed, and Peter paused his oral assault,
looking up at her curiously.
"How...do you...plan..to do that...my dear?" he breathed in her ear, letting
one of his hands travel down her side and lock around her waist, pulling her
against him. She could feel his semi-hard cock pushing through his jeans
against her leg.
"You said yesterday that- Oh, God!- you would do anything- nnnfgh!- for me. And
what I want you to do, I know you would enjoy verymuch," she pressed between
gasps from Peter's tongue and fangs playing with her neck. One particularly
sensual tug on her earlobe almost had her in a puddle on the floor.
"And what's that?" Peter growled. Her sharp scent of arousal was intoxicating,
and he was already feeling stuff in his tight jeans.
"Give me one more dream... And I'll acquiesce one of your requests," she
played, breathing hard when he pulled away from her, a curious look in his eye.
"Any request?" he asked, and Violet nodded. "Do you want to know what it is
before I give you a dream?"
Violet rolled her eyes, "That's the sensible thing, right?"
"That doesn't answer my question," Peter tutted, shaking his head slowly.
Violet shoulders sagged.
"Yes, I want to know what it is before I make the deal," she conceeded, and
Peter grinned.
"I already have a request. One I've been waiting quite a while for you to
fulfill," Peter teased, snagging her complete, undivided attention.
"Tell me," Violet demanded. Peter chuckled and pressed closer against her.
"I give you a dream," he said, "and you let me turn you." He waited for an
explosion of yelling and emotion and 'get-out-Peter-don't-ever-come-near-me-
again', but all he got was silence. Violet's eyes were blown wide with surprise
and her mouth was hanging open. He could tell she was trying to speak, but her
vocal chords had stopped working. "Is one more dream worth that?" he asked, and
Violet attacked his mouth with hers, kissing him passionately. Her hands raked
through his hair, tugging a little harshly, and Peter growled while she moaned.
"I thought you'd never ask," she whispered against his lips.
***** One Last Dream *****
Chapter Summary
     One last dream for Violet...
Peter left Violet with the words, "I'll come back when you dream," and a softer
kiss to her cheek. He was already out of the window and on his way back to
the loft before Violet had got into bed, a tingling feeling rippling all over
her body. Peter hadn't expected her to acquiscehis request that quickly and
with that much enthusiasm. He hadn't even known she'd even wanted to be turned,
and he guessed that the others in the pack didn't either. Also, her enthusiasm
in her kiss, despite the obvious lust running through her system at the time
had been heart-warming, something he'd been told that he wasn't capable of
without having a heart. The kiss on her cheek had been an unexpected pleasure;
something he knew he could do safely, now.
 
/---V---V---\
 
"Why would you want to turn me?" Violet asked, running a hand over Peter's
collarbone and up behind his neck. They were lying face to face in her bed,
clothed legs intertwined. Their tops seemed to have been disposed of, giving
Violet's hands free access to his smooth, tanned skin. Their heads were so
close that Peter could smell her shampoo and hear her pulse slamming beneath
her ear. He dragged a finger over the curve of her shoulder, down her arm, to
her hand.
"I don't know..." he murmured. "There's justsomething about you."
"And you don't know what it is?" Violet asked, and Peter shook his head against
the pillow. "That's helpful," she laughed, and Peter couldn't help but smile.
"I just think it's because I love you." The plainess in Peter's voice was
shocking, and Violet's head lifted off the pillow slightly, her eyes not
leaving Peter's face. He wasn't looking at her, but rather at their intertwined
legs, looking so comfortable and normal it almost hurt.
"What?" she asked quietly, her voice almost disbelieving. Peter moved closer,
pushing her hair behind her exposed ear and presing a soft kiss to her lips. It
was chaste and dry, Violet's soft lips dragging slightly under his dry ones.
"Because I love you," he whispered against them, pouring every single measure
of honesty into his voice. "I love you just the way you are, as a human, but if
you turned- we could be so much more." Violet stayed still under his touch, her
only movement her arms rising and falling from her breathing. Peter could hear
her heart beating faster, a speed that almost seemed unhealthy. "Please say
something," he pleaded, and Violet caught his head in her hands, kissing him
deeply. Their bodies pressed up against one another, Peter's hand on her hip to
keep her close and balanced so she wouldn't flop back. Violet's kiss was almost
desperate in nature, needing to feel Peter's mouth to see if it wasn't lying.
But the way Peter responded- there was nothing but truth.
"I love you,"too, she whispered back.
Violet snapped out of her dream, trembling. The bed beside her was empty.
 
/---V---V---\
 
Peter woke up with a gasp with a gasp for breath, his chest rising slightly off
the bed. His forehead was light sheened with sweat and his sheets were tangled
around his waist, unrelenting. His own heart was thundering in his chest and
his mouth felt dry. He tried to comprehend what he'd just done- he'd told
Violet he lovedher. She'd asked for one last dream, right? In return for
something as monumentous as turning her, and it seemed like a fair trade. He
wasn't exactly gonna keep quite that she was his mate, even if he didn't turn
her.
But the fact she'd confessed it to him too, wll, it was almost too much to
handle. He wanted to sprint back to her house, straight into her room, take her
in his arms and bite her until she howled at the full moon. But that was his
wolf talking. Giving that to her, in such a small space of time, would be too
much. He would do it once they were alone together again. In her bed, with her
being as comfortable as possible. The Change sometimes hurt, and he wanted to
make sure she was in a pretty goodplace before he did anything. He was, after
all, an attentive lover.
***** Dream Come True *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter's and Violet's dreams come true...
Violet waited for two nights, tense and jittery. No sign of Peter outside the
last pack meeting, where they'd hardly been able to take their eyes off each
other. Scott had asked Violet why she smelt funny, almost nervous he said, and
she told him she had a piano exam coming up. That excuse seemed to pacify the
pack, but not Derek. He watched Peter and Violet's interactions; long looks,
fleeting smiles, a loving hand on a seemingly-harmless place. An almost
constant growl was building up in his chest.
 
"What have you done to her?" he growled in Peter's ear in the kitchen while
they gathered snacks. Peter raised an eyebrow.
"To who?" he asked innocently, and Derek growled meancingly. Peter sighed. "I
haven't done anything to her Derek. Absolutely nothing. Go check if you don't
believe me!" One sour and hard look later, and Derek turned his back and went
back to the pack meeting. "Nothing yet, anyway," he mumbled under his breath.
---V---V--- 
Violet was sitting cross-legged on her bed, an opened pack of Red Vines in
front of her and an open book on her lap when Peter slipped through her window.
She didn't notice him at first, her eyes fixed on the page. Peter smiled
slightly at the adorable frown in her brow from concentration and the Red Vine
sticking out the corner of her mouth. She jumped when he placed a small kiss on
her cheek, his stubble teasing her skin. "Hey," she said, smiling and looking
up at him. "Didn't hear you come in."
"Evidently," he smiled back. He looked down at the book in her lap, neatly
avoiding the nice view of her cleavage down her collar. "Good book?"
"Must be good enough if I didn't notice you come in," she replied, and Peter
chuckled. He tugged on the sweet hanging out her mouth, her teeth breaking it
off, and Peter slipped it in his mouth, his tongue working around the licorice.
Violet just watched him, her mouth forming into a little 'o' and her cheeks
tinging pink.
"You'll be able to sneak soon," he said, resting one knee down on the bed and
facing her, stroking along her jaw with the tips of his fingers. He kissed her
softly on the lips, loving the way her warm skin dragged under his, and Violet
pushed forward slightly, deepening the kiss. She wrapped a hand around the back
of his neck and pulled him closer, and the book tumbled off her lap and onto
the floor. Her page was lost, but she'd be able to find it again. She swung her
leg over Peter as they kissed, straddling him and getting a deeper angle.
"Tonight?" she asked as they came up for breath, their foreheads touching and
their breath mingling. In the soft moonlight, Peter's eyes seemed to shine and
Violet's hair took on an ethereal glow.
"Tonight's the full moon, isn't it?" he asked, and Violet nodded, biting her
lip. Peter heard her heart rate speed up, and he kissed her again, winding his
arms around her waist to pull her closer. They fell back onto the bed, Violet's
warm body pressed up against his entire length, and Peter loved the feeling. He
rolled them over and bracketed her knees with his own as their kisses became
languorous dips. One hand traveled around his neck to the collar of his v-neck,
and tugged teasingly. Peter got the message and backed off her slightly, Violet
coming up onto her elbows as Peter tugged the shirt over his head and let it
drop to the floor. Despite he'd only been out of his 6 year coma for almost a
year, his body looked pretty good; swathes of tanned skin, hard muscles and a
taut abdomen. She trailed a hand over it, her index finger tickling his happy
trail, and she felt the skin beneath quiver. She gave him a smile, her cheeks
flushed and her lips kiss-swollen. Peter wrapped a hand around the back of
Violet's neck, lifting her up slightly to kiss her, his other free hand teasing
the buttons on her green sheer blouse. They gave way easily under his talented
fingers, and the fabric pooled off of her shoulders, revealing a pretty black
lace bra. He groaned and attacked her mouth a little harder, his tongue mapping
out her teeth and tongue, and Violet moaned, digging her hands into his hair.
She loved doing that. His mouth moved to nip at her neck and Violet flipped
back onto the bed, her arms refusing to hold her up any more. Peter's kisses
moved further down, and he teased at the skin beside her bra strap, his tongue
slipping under for a second and loosening it.
"Peter..." Violet moaned, running a hand over his shoulder blades. It sounded
almost as pained as it did aroused. Peter looked up from his ministrations, and
innocent look on his face.
"What is it?" he asked, and Violet let out a soft sigh. She took hold of the
hand that was rubbing warm circles on top of her breast and slid it down over
her skin, to the waistband of her skinny jeans. She removed her hand and used
it to trace his jaw line.
"Please?" she pleaded, and Peter's fingers slipped slightly under the
waistband, tugging it away from the skin. That was enough to make Violet moan
quietly. His finger danced across the sensitive skin of Violet's hips, and he
delighted in the way she undulated and wriggled from the tickle. He popped the
button and Violet sucked in a breath. It was happening. She was going to lose
it to Peter Hale, the person everyone said she couldn't trust, the person
everyone shunned. Oh, and he was going to turn her. All in one night!
"Are you sure about this? You can always back out," Peter said, looking up from
his task with serious eyes. But I really don't want you to he almost added.
Violet stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide, and then surged up, kissing
him sweetly. It was so sure that Peter felt that he didn't even need an answer.
"If I wasn't sure about this, I'd be sassing you in about a billion different
ways right now and I wouldn't have let you give me another dream," she said,
and Peter smiled. "Also, I wouldn't be letting you have a hand down my pants
which, by the way, are you going to remove or what? Because i think it's pretty
difficult to have- Umpfh!" Peter cut off her ramblings with a filthy kiss, all
spit and tongue, and they both groaned as Violet's jeans were pulled down and
her hot skin pressed against Peter's hands. His fingertips tickled the edging
of her underwear, asking for permission to go further. "Yes," Violet said,
loving the way Peter's skin felt against hers and the heat he radiated. Her
fingers tangled into her hair and her back arched slightly as he placed hard
kisses and soft nips to the sensitive skin. Her legs opened slightly in
response.
"Need you so badly right now," Peter groaned against her thigh, accentuating
his point with a sharp nip. Violet whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Then take me," Violet groaned. It was then that Peter lost control. He'd been
holding his wolf back- he'd felt it tumbling in his chest- but when she said
those words, the urge to mark and claim became to strong. His claws all but
shredded his jeans, and his underwear went with them, strips of black between
the dark blue. He hissed as Violet shyly took hold of his hot, heavy flesh and
gave it a tentative stroke, enjoying the feel. Peter's eyes flashed Alpha red
before going back to their pale colour. "You like that?" she asked teasingly,
gaining confidence and her hand sped up slightly.
"Yes," he breathed, raggedly. He bent at his waist and peppered her neck and
collarbone with kisses. Violet shivered, and Peter's hand closed around hers,
stilling her movements on his almost completely hard cock. Violet looked up at
him, her eyes shining, afraid she'd done something wrong. Peter chuckled.
"Tonight's all about you," he hushed in her ear, his fingers curling under the
waistband of her red cotton underwear and pulling them down quickly. Violet
gasped as the warm air washed over her slit. Peter placed an upside down hand
on her, palm against her skin, and pushed slightly. She moaned as his finger
gently brushed over her clit, sending electricity up her spine, as he pushed
slightly. "Move back," he hushed, placing a soft kiss above her navel, and
Violet scrambled on the sheets to the centre of her bed, the familiar feel of
the sheets calming. She watched Peter in anticipation, her heart thundering in
her chest, watching him crawl up the bed on knees and one hand. His other
hadn't left her body. Peter hesitated for a moment, giving her the authority
over the situation.
"Come here," Violet breathed, holding out an imploring hand. Peter moved closer
and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, positioning himself between her
legs. Violet shivered in his arms when the head of his cock brushed against
her, and Peter grinned into the kiss. Peter nudged a little closer and Violet
broke off the kiss, gasping slightly.
"Are you ok? We can stop if you want-" Peter began, thinking he'd gone to far,
but he stopped when a hand clamped across his mouth. Violet looked up at him,
eyes glittering.
"Like Hell are we stopping," she said, removing her hand and moving down to
Peter's cock, pulling it a little closer and rubbing the head through her slit.
She shivered and groaned, Peter joining in when his head came back covered in
her cum. "I'm ready," she whispered, and Peter gave her a reassuring, sweet
kiss to distract her from the initial intrusion. She still felt it, but it
didn't bother her- her walls twitching in response to his wide girth and a deep
throb spiking through her muscles. It was less painful than she thought it
would be, but she was still scared. She started to twinge painfully, so she
placed a placating hand on Peter's hip. He broke off their kiss and looked at
her, his eyes red as he stared at her. "Peter," she whimpered quietly. "Stop."
His eyes flashed back to their usual blue and he stopped moving, only half-
sheathed in her.
"Are you alright?" he asked her, and Violet smiled up at him.
"Just gimme a minute," she said. "You're bigger than I thought." Peter raised
an eyebrow, a teasing smile dancing on his lips.
"Oh. So you thought about it, did you?" he asked, and Violet grinned, smacking
him playfully across the shoulder.
"Of course I did," she said. "I thought about it for days. How could I not?
Just the thought of you and the fact I knew this was going to happen..." Her
voice dropped to a low, teasing whisper, and she felt Peter tremble on top of
her. She canted her hips up slightly, and he sunk into her a few more
centimeters, moaning aloud in pleasure. Peter's chest rumbled, and he pushed
back, going further. Small gaspy breaths left Violet's mouth on either side of
the word "Go" and Peter struck home. He breathed out slowly and deeply,
bottoming inside the person he loved the most. He used his powers to take away
the throb and the obvious pain she was feeling, giving way to the pleasured
moans. "You'd better start moving, creeper," she hushed, and Peter started to
move slowly, listening to the sounds her body made; the sound of her heartbeat
when he touched her somewhere responsive, the tremble in her muscles as she
tried to hold herself back a little. The picked up pace quickly, Peter finding
it hard to control himself, the wolf raging and wanting to claim within his
chest. The keens Violet was making in response to his growls was even worse,
and his claws almost teared through her bedsheets. They could both feel
themselves coming up to something momentous, tipping them over the edge.
"I'm gonna have to do it soon. My wolf won't hold back much longer," Peter
gritted, feeling the tips of his fangs tickle his bottom lip. Violet wrapped a
hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, loving the
feel of fang against her tongue. She tasted desperate and like sex- something
that Peter's wolf couldn't help but find appealing.
"I don't care. I'm not afraid, Peter, I'm not afraid," she babbled against his
lips, trying to ignore the two hot tears that slid out of the corners of her
eyes. Peter was going faster and she didn't think it was possible to feel this
full and close to something, Yes, she read about it (not all of it being
research, but recreational), heard all the ways people described what having
sex was like; nerves on fire...knots in the stomach becoming undone...but she
didn't actually think they were possible things to feel. Boy, was she wrong. It
felt like thousands of fingers were skimming over her skin, and under it, her
nerves raw and her skin feeling like one more touch would make it burst into
flames, but never did. "Please, Peter! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!" she
begged as his actions began to become jerky. He was so close that she could
feel it in her own skin.
"I have to, I have to," he burbled, his eyes glowing. "I love you so much." It
sounded almost like a goodbye; they both knew not everyone survived the bite,
but Violet was willing to take the risk.
"I love you too," Violet hushed, and she bit down on Peter's neck, screaming
quietly, when his fangs pierced her shoulder with fire at the same time the
most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt came.
/---V---V---\
Peter's arm was still around Violet's shoulder as she slept beside him, her
ruffled hair half-cloaking her face. He'd pulled the sheets up around their
waists and cradled her to his side, her face pressed against his chest. Her
bite mark had already healed into a collection of white scars, the love bites
he'd placed on her fading before his eyes. They were both still sticky, but
neither of them wanted to wash the scent of their mate off yet. Not until they
absolutely had to and could replace it quickly. Violet moved in her sleep,
rolling from her back onto her right side, pressing closer to her Alpha. He was
an Alpha now; he'd felt the rush of power in his veins and his tie to his mate
and Beta strengthen at the same point he had come inside her, making him
release a roar that he was sure Derek or the rest of the other pack had heard.
Pack. He had his own pack now, a new family to protect. He'd protect Violet,
and their pups, for as long as he could. The fact that she was 17 didn't seem
to phase him, or Violet now that she was thinking in a wolf state-of-mind. He
watched her eyes open slowly, the soft light of her bedside lamp making her
golden eyes almost luminous.
***** Epilogue *****
Chapter Summary
     Guess what the pack does? They find out!
Scott and Derek's senses both pricked up at the sounds of Peter opening and
closing the door to the loft. They were both sitting in the living room with
Stiles and Isaac, pouring over some old leather-bound journals that may contain
their answer to fighting whatever was heading towards Beacon Hills and leaving
a trail of gory corpses in its wake. Neither of them had heard from Peter in a
few days, and had tried not to worry that he might be out killing people again.
But when he came through the door, he was smiling and whistling. There was a
pack meeting scheduled for a few moments, and Scott and Stiles were the only
ones who'd turned up already.
"Where've you been?" Derek asked, not looking up from his book.
"How old am I? 15?" Peter asked, shirking and heading to the kitchen. Derek's
growl made him sigh and he replied, "I was just out, ok?"
"When do you ever go 'just out'? Unless it's to kidnap people and make them
hack into their best friend's computer, or to terrorize someone mentally, or to
try and kill a bunch of teenagers in a school..." Stiles reeled off, fixing
Peter with a hard, sacastic glare. Peter narrowed his eyes at him.
"I should've killed you when I had the chance," he mutter, and Derek growled at
him. "I said should've, not 'I'm going to'! Jeez, Derek- get a grip." There was
a knock on the door and Allison and Lydia flounced in before anyone could
respond, and they stopped dead at the obvious verbal match happening between
Stiles, Derek and Peter.
"Are we interrupting something?" Allison asked. "We can always come back
later..."
"No, it's fine. We have a pack meeting now, and now is when we'll all be here,"
Derek said, pushing the stack of books on the couch beside him to the floor and
swinging his legs up so he could sprawl. "Are we all here?" he asked.
"Violet's not here," Isaac said, looking around the apartment.
"I am now," Violet said, striding through the door, a swing in her step and a
coy smile on her lips. Lydia and Allison were the only ones to catch the flirty
look that passed between her and Peter. All the wolves in the room began to
growl, eyes glowing, and Violet stopped dead in her tracks, looking scared.
"What's the matter?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent.
"I'm not the only one who can smell it, am I?" Scott asked, sniffing around
him. A new scent was in the air. The scent of a new wolf.
"Smell what?" Lydia asked, sharing a panicky look with Allison and Violet. They
both shrugged. Last time something like this had happened, Derek's apartment
had become so banged up you couldn't even call it a room.
"Another wolf," Derek said monotonously, and all the wolves sniffed the air,
Peter playing along (much to Violet's and his own amusement).
"Could it be a passing pack?" Isaac suggested. Derek shrugged.
"Maybe, but it wouldn't normally be that strong," he said.
"Listen guys, as mysterious and intriguing as this is, there is a sale on in
Macy's that Allison and me really don't want to miss, so can we get on with the
pack meeting?" Lydia asked, sounding like her usual stuck-up-no-nonsense self.
Derek grunted and the pack meeting began. No one noticed that Peter and Violet
hung back, moving closer to one another.
/---V---V---\
The meeting was almost over when Peter and Violet got caught. They'd both said
they'd go get the snacks from the kitchen, but instead of finding those, their
hands found each other. The were still kissing each other senseless when they
both realised the pack was watching them. Scott, Isaac and Stiles looked
mentally scarred, Allison's face was impassive, Lydia's face looked like she
was trying to figure out a complex theorem, and Derek looked pissed. Really
pissed. Violet untangled her hands out of Peter's hair and got off of her
tiptoes, blushing bright red. "Yes! Ok! What you saw there was completely real
and not a hallucintation from something Derek put in your drinks!" she
exclaimed, and the entire room burst into noise. The three boys started
complaining and Allison and Lydia started babbling at one another, completely
perplexed. They all stopped when Derek jumped over the back of the sofa, his
claws out and his eyes burning with anger. He really was going to kill Peter
this time. He stalked forward and was about to strike when a pair of amber eyes
flashed in front of him and snapped at him. He turned back into full human form
to find Violet hunched in front of him, all wolf-like; her claws out, her eyes
flashing and her stance saying she ws protecting Peter.
"It's ok, Violet. He won't hurt me. He can't," Peter soothed, placing a hand on
her shoulder, and Violet shivered. Her fangs and claws retracted and her eyes
turned back to normal. She took a step closer to her Alpha, seeking comfort.
"You're the new wolf," Derek said, his voice hushed. Everyone stared at them.
"I'm sorry, Derek, but I had to. I wanted it so badly. I should've told you
sooner," she apologized, her eyes brimming with tears. Derek stepped closer and
pulled her into a tight hug, trying to get used to the underlaying scent of her
own wolf under her usual smell.
"Why didn't you ask me to do it, when I was an Alpha?" he asked the top of her
head.
"Because she's not your mate. She's mine," Peter said, stepping forward. His
voice had a tone of claiming to it, and Violet's wolf loved it. Derek looked
down at Violet, eyes wide in shock.
"You're his mate?" he asked, and Violet nodded and shrugged.
"Was too hard to fight it," she mumbled, and a small smile ghosted across
Peter's lips. Every wolf in the room heard his heartbeat pick up, and Isaac
couldn't help the little smile that formed at the adorableness of the gesture.
However, it was kicked off his face when Scott kicked him in the leg. Violet
saw the sad look in Derek's eyes and crossed to give him a hug. She enveloped
him around the shoulders and buried her face in his shoulder. "I'm sorry,
Derek. I should've told you," she said. Derek hesitantly hugged her back,
feeling her warmed-than-it-used-to-be body temperature. She felt just like she
did when she was human, just a little different. All the other wolves seemed to
sense the tenseness in the air leaving, and all moved in to a puppy pile,
trying to touch any part of Violet they could. Allison and Lydia got roped in
too, but only by chance.
"Please don't change now," Scott mumbled into Violet's arm, and Violet smiled,
running a hand through Scott's hair.
"Not a chance, Scotty-boy," she replied, and Stiles snorted at the use of his
own, coined nickname for Scott. The hug broke apart like an exhale, the only
person left touching Violet being Peter. A reassuring, but claiming hand rested
on the small of her back, and she leant back into it, enjoying the warmth from
her Alpha.
"Well, I can see this doesn't really concern either Allison or myself, so we're
gonna go before Macy's closes and we both get crushed by the tension in the
air," Lydia said into the silence, grabbing Allison's hand and pulling her
after her out the door. Allison tried to protest, but Lydia fixed her with a
look that made her shut up. The remaining pack members turned their attention
to the new couple, Violet shifting nervously under their intense gaze.
"I think this may take a while, don't you?" she asked Peter under her breath,
looking down at the floor. Peter smiled ferally at her.
"Bring it," he replied.
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