That night, Stiles barely waited for Scott's snores before slipping into the guest bedroom. Derek yanked her inside, pinning her against the cold wall. "You let this happen," he accused, his hand fisting in her hair. Stiles's gasp was sharp as his teeth found her pulse. "You want me gone?" His knee shoved between her thighs, the denim rough against her bare skin.

"Never," she breathed, arching into him.