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I jolted awake with a start. My heart was racing and the energy around me was buzzing. I jumped, when I saw Stiles staring at me, as he leaned against my bedroom door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. He just crept closer to me. I leaned back, trying to put more distance between us. I immediately regretted not warding the house to keep Stiles out.

"We need to talk without Derek. You've been different, since you've gotten closer with him and Peter." He said in a silky smooth voice. I froze, as he moved onto my bed with me. He sat next to me and my breathing quickened. "Don't you think that you could have talked to me, before breaking up with me?" He asked me, quietly. His voice was small and quiet. My heart clenched and I immediately felt bad for ending things the way I did. He has this pull over me that I don't understand.

"I have talked with you some... You just tell me what I want to hear or try to sway me. It's so hard to think clearly around you." I admitted. He was moving closer and I didn't move to stop him. He took my hands in his and peered into my eyes. A shiver rippled down my spine.

"You don't think that you don't affect me that way? You make me want to be better, Bonnie. There's something about you... You're so fucking powerful and beautiful. I've never met anyone like you. You keep pulling me back in, like a moth to a flame. I wanna be better for you. It's hard for me to control myself around you, when I want everything you have to offer. I want you to be mine. I'm already yours." He pleaded. His words were right. He was saying all the right things.

I don't know if he was exuding sincerity or something else. But damn, I wanted to believe him. I want Stiles. I want him in more ways than I should. I want to he his. It would be so much easier, than fighting this. God. Why am I so weak?

"I don't know if you're good for me." I whispered.

"But you're good for me. You make me wanna be better. Won't you help me, Bonnie? Will you help me be a better man? Will you help me deserve you?" He purred. He was moving forward. I leaned back, as he moved on top if me. I shouldn't be doing this. I really shouldn't.

"I'm a mess, Stiles. You don't want me trying to help you. I'm barely functioning." I murmured.

"And what a hot mess you are." He breathed. "We can function together, baby." His lips touched mine and it was electric. I felt it in all the places that I shouldn't and wished that I didn't. Kissing Stiles was like kissing sin and starting to dance with the devil. His lips were pulling me under and I was forgetting to care if I drowned.

His hands went under my shirt and pulled me closer to him. I rocked my hips, involuntarily, as his hands trailed to my backside. I moved my mouth away from his and he nibbled my neck. I groaned, as he bit down harder. He made quick work of pulling my shirt off. I yanked at his, before he got the hint and pulled it off.

I traced the muscles on his stomach and ran my fingertips up his arms. Without all of his layers, I could see all the lean muscle that his clothes normally hid.

"God," I moaned. He was touching me in just the right way. His bites continued and I knew that he was marking my skin, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

He pulled away and hooked his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and pulled them off. I shivered when I saw the intensity in his eyes. He unbuttoned his jeans and worked them off, before laying on top of me. He rocked his hips against mine and a whine escaped my throat.

"I want you." He growled. He moved my underwear aside and slid his fingers inside of me. I cried out and arched back against him. "Gotdamn," he sighed. He moved his fingers and pulled my panties down and off. He kissed down my torso and I shivered. His tongue moved in quick short movements. Enough to tease, but not enough for anything else. I grunted in frustration. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and touched his mouth to mine.

I was getting lost in the kiss. He was pulling me in and I wanted more. My body felt like it was on fire and he was setting me ablaze.

I felt something thicker pushing against my heat and I froze. My eyes flew open and I pushed against Stiles' chest. He gripped my wrists and pinned them to the bed above me in one hand. Panic flooded my veins and I froze.

"St-stop," I stuttered.

"You don't really want me to stop, baby. I can feel how wet you are. You want this as much as I do. After we do this, you'll feel so much better. Trust me." He purred. He thrust inside of me and I forgot how to breathe. I knew I was wet. I knew that he turned me on. I knew that on some level I wanted this, but I told him to stop and he ignored me.

He pulled out and snapped his hips, hitting me in the right place. I let out a surprised moan and he smirked. He was using my body against me and I should have known better. I knew how he was and I let him come to my bed, regardless

He moved his thumb in lazy circles over my nub and I could feel my release building in my stomach. It felt so fucking good and I hated him for it. He let go out of my wrists and gripped my neck, instead. I pushed against him, but it didn't seem to matter. His grip tightened and it grew harder to breathe.

"You were made for me, Bonnie. Can't you feel it? God, I've been waiting for this." He grunted. I shook my head and wished that I wasn't so fucking weak. My toes began to curl, as black spots filled my vision. I was going to pass out. He was going to make me come, even if it killed me. "That's it, baby. Come."

My release ripped through me and my scream died in my throat. His teeth tore into my shoulder and I jerked underneath him.

I blinked and everything was hazy. It was dark and everything hurt. I was cold and wet in between my legs. I pushed myself up and flinched, when someone grabbed me.

"Let's get you in the shower, Bonnie." Stiles told me softly. I nodded and let him lift me out of bed. He carried me into the bathroom and helped me into the running shower. Stiles got in with me and washed my body. I relaxed against him, as he washed my hair.

Bits and pieces were coming back to me. My body stiffened and he wrapped an arm around my middle, possessively.

"Stiles, I told you stop and you didn't." I rasped. My voice sounded wrecked and my throat felt worse.

"You didn't mean it, did you? You were just scared, baby. I could feel how much you wanted me. You were fighting the inevitable." He told me. I shook against him. He spun me around so I could face him. "Listen to me. I would never do anything to hurt you." He cooed. I felt my tension release and his words roll over me. They felt weighted and manipulative and I couldn't fight it.

How is he doing this? I didn't feel worried anymore. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to serve him. His eyes flashed that unnatural color and I shivered. He smiled and for the first time, I saw the creature peeking beneath the surface.

"We're mated. I bit you. You're going to want to be with me, despite your reluctance. Stop fighting it. We're going to do big things together." He purred. I nodded.

What's happening to me? What has he done?