As it turns out Lydia and Natalie had to go to a hearing with a judge for visitation rights. So the mother daughter duo left me at the Martin residence alone.
With my second body…my clone body I stayed curled up in bed with Melissa.
'I should go see, Erica…then again she doesn't seem to want me anywhere near her grandmother. So maybe I should call first?' Hoping back into Lydia's shower, getting cleaned up from fucking Allison before she left with her dad.
Exiting the shower, it takes me a good twenty minutes to find my jeans and my phone. Seeing a missed call and a text from Dad I gave him a quick call.
"Stiles, I know I give you a lot of independence…I always have. But you are my son and you are still a minor. I expect you to pick up my calls."
"I know Dad…I'm sorry. Am I grounded?"
"No excuses? That's not like you Stiles, is everything alright?"
"Yeah Dad, everything's fine. I'm sorry for making you worry. I was at a party, had a couple of drinks and slept it off at the place." Hearing my dad sigh on the other end of the line.
"Thank you for being safe son…I can't imagine how hard it would have been to respond to an accident you were involved in because you were driving drunk." Dad uses his "I had a hard call last night voice" which usually means he responded to something that included the death of a child.
"You okay, Dad?" At my question Noah lets out a pained breath.
"It was just one of those nights, Stiles."
"Have you eaten yet, Dad?"
"Yeah…I had some cookies."
"Dad, you know you aren't supposed to be eating junk food with your cholesterol." Dad lets out an annoyed groan.
"Stiles, I'm the parent here…not you."
"Yeah but someone has to keep your heart pumping so you can pay the bills and keep the City town of Beacons Hills safe." At my teasing Noah lets out a startled bark of laughter.
"Smartass, how are things going with that girl?"
"Which one?..." My mouth answers before my head can register the words.
"Stiles do we need to have a conversation about the responsibilities of being a man?" Noah asks me seriously.
"No…I was just joking. Things with Erica are fine…she's just busy since her grandmother is visiting her and her mother."
"That's good to hear. You know I was starting to worry that you were like Scott. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay…but your mom really loved the idea of grandchildren…"
"Yeah, no…I'm definitely not gay old man…if anyone should be worried about someone being gay it's me who should be worrying about you. At first I thought maybe you and Melissa would get together but that hasn't happened." Dad chokes on something and I hear him coughing over the line.
"You little Brat, Melissa is just a good friend…and this might be hard for you to understand. But there has been no one, and never will be anyone that I love other than you and your mother…"
"Sorry Dad, didn't mean anything by it…it's just Melissa pretty much became."
"I know Stiles…hey would you want to have dinner tonight with me at the station?"
"Sure thing Dad, we ordering steak dinners from Delmonico's?"
"You should hurry up and get a job, so you can start paying me back for raising you!" Dad jokes and then I hear someone shouting Sheriff we got a suspected 187 at Miller's Crossing.
"Ahh, crap I gotta go Stiles…maybe push dinner till nine if you don't get busy with your girlfriend. Oh and make sure you're doing all your homework and stuff." Dad says before the line clicks dead.
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Clicking on the quick call tile for Erica, I'm surprised when her phone starts to ring and it is obvious that she ends the call herself rather than answering or letting it go to voicemail.
'Huh, maybe she's just busy…' I don't think too much about Erica hanging up my call and am quickly distracted by a familiar scent that travels into Lydia's room through the open window.
Walking to Lydia's desk looking over top of her computer I see a certain hybrid milf standing at the gate of the white picket fence, this time she's actually wearing clothes though.
She waves to me her body language and scent carrying unease…and hope? Waving back to her, I put on my clothes and head outside.
"Talia, it's nice to see you." Talia flinches at me calling her by her name but looks somewhat relieved at the same time.
"I…came to apologize to you, the past few times we met I have not been myself." Talia keeps her beautiful eyes locked with my own.
Stepping forwards, I cup her chin and kiss her, the mature woman submits to me easily. Pulling back from the kiss, I find that the woman is struggling with her nature as a hybrid is on full display making her face look similar to Klaus's when both of his predatory sides overpowered the human facade of his face, except for the red eyes of an alpha instead of the yellow of a beta cuck like Klaus.
"Still having trouble keeping control over the wolf and the vampire sides of you. I'm sure you'll get it, from what I hear you were quite the alpha werewolf." My words come out as a gentle tease and this seems to make Talia smile.
"Thank you…and thank you for that day in the woods…I would have killed my son and brother if not for your interference. And forgive my crassness, but I believe you fucked the humanity back into me." Seeing a mature woman blush as she pretty much says my dick saved her by preventing her from killing her son and baby daddy brother is incredibly hot.
"You can be very crass with me…you're mine Talia." My powerful presence seems to make Talia's knees buckle, looking down at the woman who is now kneeling in front of me a soft whimper on her lips even as her alpha female instincts try to make her rise up and express her dominance I fist my hand in her hair.
And pull her head backwards by my firm grip on her hair and free my cock from my jeans with my left hand.
Talia's mouth drops open and I slide my cock inside of her open mouth with a slow deliberate move of dominance.
"You might be an Alpha Talia…but you're my bitch!" Talia growls around my cock as her wolfish features become more dominant, our eyes locked in a battle of wills.
An unspoken promise passing between us which is that the first to look away admits defeat and becomes the other's bitch.
'And I wasn't going to be anyone's bitch.' Something suddenly feels off, I had gotten so used to feeling Erica's presence no matter the distance...so when that always constant feeling disappears suddenly and sharply I almost lose my concentration during expressing my domince over Talia.
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Erica saw a picture of her and Stiles pop-up on the screen…a photo she took of him sleeping with his arms wrapped around her in his pocket loft.
His head resting on her boobs, while his arms were wrapped possessively around her.
"Granddaughter, you have to decide now. Come with me to the fae lands and annex a piece of yourself or give into the metamorphosis that has begun and become a true fae trapped here in the mortal plane who will slowly go insane and live long enough to see the planet die and the sun dim to nothingness."
"I don't understand why we can't perform the ritual here, if you asked Stiles for help he could supply the magic-" Erica is cut off by a sharp smack to her cheek.
"That beast is responsible for this in the first place! What right does he have to possess such powerful magic in the modern age of man?! No, I will not accept help from the boy responsible for this!" Erica cups her red welted cheek as her eyes glow as her grandmother keeps her shift suppressed just by mere proximity.
Erica looks to her mother who is bruised and bloody on the floor, her mother had tried refusing the queen of the fae only to be taught a lesson. A soft sob leaving her mother as she takes a rasping breath, and curls into a ball on the floor.
"I…I can come back home after this ritual, right?"
"Of course you can, my dear granddaughter." Not that you'll be allowed to…you'll make a wonderful plaything for your cousin, once I've annexed that beast blessing from your body.' Erica's grandmother expresses her true motives in her thoughts.
"Fine I'll go…" A smile that would look pleasant appears on the mature woman's face as a portal to the day lands opens within the living room of the Reyes family residence.