Hunger

Chapter Thirty-three

"Can't you just kick the door in or something? And we can fight-"

"I can't fight those things, Stiles. I'll end up like Liam and Malia, and then what help would I be?" I replied as he scooted himself off the bed to sit down beside me. He sighed and laid his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes. "Maybe there isn't a way out. Maybe we're stuck here until they come to kill us." That thought had crossed my mind more than a few times, but I didn't want to admit it out loud. I didn't want to admit we had no chance, or that Stiles actually might die. If I wasn't able to save him, then he would. 

"They're not going to kill you, Derek. They're going to kill me," he half whispered, reaching for my hand. I let him take it, and then sighed. Stiles was right. They wouldn't kill me, but they would him. If I let that happen, and I wouldn't. I'd kill them first before they even got a hand on Stiles. I had let him get hurt too many times already, and I wasn't letting it happen again. Stiles didn't deserve it. 

"Come here," I said softly, pulling on his hand. He smiled slightly and readjusted himself so he was sitting on me, straddling my waist. He carefully cradled my face, eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against mine. My hands were on the small of his back, underneath his shirt. He smiled a little. "I love you, Stiles. I promise I'm not going to let you get hurt again. I'm going to do everything I can to keep you safe." Stiles nodded hesitantly, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. "And I'm really sorry I got you into all of this," I whispered, pulling him closer, until we were pressed hard against each other. 

"The only thing I care about is being with you," he responded, softly kissing my nose. "It's okay that I got hurt before, because I'm okay now. We're both okay, and we can be together. I love you." 

I nodded, brushing my lips across his. "I love you too." Stiles smiled slightly and bit down on his bottom lip before smashing his lips against mine.  The kiss was unlike the ones before. This time was more desperate, more needy. It was like he thought he would never be able to kiss me again. Like this was the last moment we would ever spend together. His lips were warm as they moved with mine, and he let out a small noise when I ran my tongue along his bottom lip. His hands, although shaky, threaded through my hair, but didn't pull. This moment was like that. It wasn't just lust anymore. It was real love, something I'd never experienced before. 

The sound of a door scraping against the concrete floor tore us apart. Stiles let his head fall to my shoulder as Adara stepped into the room, a small smirk on her lips. "Well, don't stop just because of me," she said, taking a few steps into the room to let the door slam shut behind her. "I still find you two adorable."

"It's not a smart idea for you to be in here with no one to save you when I rip your throat out," I growled, carefully pushing Stiles off of me. He was still trembling, but I couldn't tell if it was because of me, or Adara. He scooted himself far away, until he was back against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest. I stood to my feet, which put me a full head above Adara. 

"Don't be so stupid, Derek. You know if you even tried to get a hand on me, you're boyfriend would be dead within seconds." She gave a smug grin and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She seemed too young to be an evil leader of any type, but I didn't know exactly how old she was. Maybe in her twenties, no older than Stiles. Probably younger.