The days after Scott’s explosive re-awakening were pure heaven for Stiles.

Scott was hard constantly now—morning wood that lasted all day, random erections while he worked, throbbing the second she walked into the room naked. He fucked her rough, possessive, angry. She rode him whenever she wanted—on the couch, in the shower, bent over his desk while he was on a call. He’d slap her tits, pinch her clit until she cried, bite her neck and growl “Mine” every time he came inside her. Stiles was finally satisfied—well-fucked, sore, glowing, and obedient.