[NSFW UP UNTIL THE STAR DIVIDERS. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED SO DON'T COME CRYING TO ME WHEN YOU HAVE TO GO TO CONFESSION FOR READING ABOUT THEO'S 9 INCH]

"Pizza?"

"Pizza."

Theo pulls the menu off of the fridge, his eyes scanning the toppings. "I'm feeling pepperoni. What do you think?"

"I ain't got no type."

"Great," he says. "Pizza, Netflix and chill. Arden, I think we've invented something even better than the coveted Netflix and chill."

"I know, right. I am so glad that this day has finally gotten better." I sigh contently, leaning back onto the edge of the countertop.

"Oh, trust me," he says. "I am, too. Your grandma kept on hassling me about how if I'm at your house next time she comes, she'll chase me out of there with a broom."

"Don't even ask about the asshole lawyer I encountered," I say. "What was with everyone today?"

"I don't know," he admits. "All I know is that thirty minutes into that funeral, I was wishing I'd worn sweatpants, regardless of the dirty looks I would've gotten. That suit was uncomfortable as fuck."

"Ugh, same with my heels and dress," I say.

"Really?" he asks, stepping closer. "You could've told me. I would've ripped it off for you." He pushes me up against the edge, my back striking painfully against it. He parts his lips and leans in, kissing my collarbone.

I push his face away. "I want some pizza first," I tell him. "You're going to have to wait for the whole pizza, Netflix and chill experience."

"Do you promise it'll be worth the wait?" he asks, smirking.

"I promise," I say dismissively, raising my eyebrows.

"Good," he says. "Don't want to let daddy Theo down."

He looks so incredibly serious that when I start laughing, he looks completely surprised. "You want me to call you daddy? You can't be serious," I say. "That dick game better be stronger than your creepy chimera powers for me to call you that."

"Oh, please," he scoffs. "It already is."

"Good point, but still."

"But —"

"I'm not calling you daddy, Theo!"

"Goddamn," he says. "I must really love you."

"And I must really love you after all the freaky stuff you've encouraged me to do."

"I can go freakier," he says matter-of-factly. "Handcuffs, whips. Whenever you're ready."

"You're joking."

"I am," he says with a slight chuckle. "But I'm not gonna say no if you do suggest anything."

As if purposefully inappropriately timed, the doorbell rings. My eyes fly fully open. "Pizza!"

"Oh, thank fuck," Theo praises. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I am so ready for this."

He brushes past me and all but skips to the door. I sink down into my bed and pull the throw up to my waist and bringing my knees up to my chest. Theo comes through the door brandishing the box and the smell of pepperoni pizza wafts through the air.

He plops down onto the bed beside me, grabbing the remote simultaneously before ducking under the blanket. He edges closer to me, pulling me into his chest. "What do you want to watch?" he asks.

"Oh, come on. We all know what Netflix and chill means."

"I'm being serious, Arden!" he urges. "I haven't watched TV in ages."

I look up at him. "Mm, you choose." I grab a slice of pizza, almost salivating at how good it smells.

"Do you remember last time we had pizza?" he asks reminiscently. "I remember it perfectly," he continues. "You slept on me. Man, it was great."

"Don't get all soppy on me, now, Theo," I laugh.

"And I remember the first time I realised I love you," he sighs. "I mean, I was into you for a while and all, but I never started to actually love you until you punched me in the face after hearing me talk about the Dread Doctors."

I laugh, long and hard. "You're not serious, are you?"

He chuckles lightheartedly, grabbing my face and trying to plant a pash on me as I crunch up my face. "No, I'm completely serious. I thought, 'Wow, this innocent, uncorrupted girl really hates me.' And then I saw that fat ass walking away and knew that I would completely change your mind."

"You're an asshole," I smile.

"Hey, at least I succeeded," he chuckles. He leans down and presses his lips to mine, his hand cupping my cheek. The kiss deepens and he's on top of me, pressing me into the couch with his hips. His hands are a tangle in my hair, his hands exploring my body.

He dots hard kisses along my jawline before trailing down to my neck, sucking roughly on the skin stretched taut just before my collarbone, his stubble scratching softly at my skin. I bite my lip to stop from moaning, a low purr coming from the bottom of my throat.

His fingers play rhythmically at the hem of my shirt before he slowly, slowly slides it up, his hands leaving a trail of fire on my skin. At every inch of skin exposed, he plants a kiss until his lips are at my cleavage and it's a play of lips, tongue and teeth.

I plant kisses along his jawline and toy with the hem of his t-shirt. He smirks, his voice deep and low. "Don't fucking tease me, Arden."

He tugs his shirt over his head and pushes himself onto me, the deep valleys between his muscles playing shadows against his toned body. I get to my knees so that I'm level with him and he huffs out a breath before his lips collide with mine again. His hands slide down to my butt and he grabs it roughly, pushing me harder against him.

I can feel his bulge against my leg as he runs a hand up and down my thigh and takes my bottom lip roughly between his teeth. I slide my hand down his torso, his muscles clenching under my palm.

My hand finds its way to his jeans button and I fumble to flick it undone. He lets out a deep chuckle and puts a hand under my chin, tipping my face up so that I'm looking at him. "You bad, bad girl," he murmurs.

My hand finds its way under all the clothes and I start rubbing on his hard. He tips back his head, a low growl coming out from between his lips. I tug his jeans down and he discards them somewhere on the floor.

Before I can continue, he grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him, his hands working at the band on my pants. He lays me down and slides them off, throwing them on the ground. He slumps back against the head of the bed and pulls me on top of him, our breathing heavy and fast.

I press my lips to his neck and then trail down to his chest, stomach and, finally, the part just above his briefs. I tug his briefs down, his cock raising. He grips a fistful of my hair as I take him in my mouth and run my tongue up and down his length.

He groans — a low, continuous sound. "Come on, baby," he says, tugging my hair. "I want you to ride me."

I retract my head and he pushes me down onto the bed, his hand landing hard next to my face as he props himself up just above me. His hand edges closer to my neck and he hesitates before I nod slowly and he roughly grabs it, his long fingers extending around my throat like a collar.

His fingers course up and down the inside of my thighs, making shudders of pleasure shoot up my spine. He slides his fingers up into my core, and a moan escapes my lips. "Theo —"

"Oh, you like that?" He pushes them up further, tightening his grip on my neck. I let out a low whimper. He grins up at me and pulls out his fingers.

He pulls out a condom from his pocket and rolls it on. He lines himself up at my entrance and pushes himself in so quickly that I have to take in a sharp breath. He pumps himself into me hard, hitting my core and thrusting faster. "Theo," I moan softly.

His hand tightens around my neck and he grins slightly. "You can scream."

I hit the climax first, a burst of ecstasy and pleasure coming in waves. I let a loud groan escape my lips as Theo keeps going until he finally hits a high, groaning through clenched teeth.

He pulls out, rolling over and breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with the rapid panting. He gets up to throw the condom in the bin before throwing himself down onto the bed. He sighs, running a hand through his mussed hair. "I could get used to that," he grins.

* * *

"I still don't understand why we're searching for an ancient beast at five o'clock in the morning."

"You wouldn't have gotten any sleep anyway," Tracy snipes. "I heard it all."

"Hey, lizard bitch," I retort. "At least I'm getting more action than you."

"Arden, shh," Theo shushes me, putting a finger to his lips.

I sidle up next to him. "You, shh. I could be at home right now instead of freezing in the school parking lot."

He purses his lips. "We have to find the beast," he mutters.

As if on cue, a black shadow darts past between the buses. Theo wastes no time lunging after it, suddenly perking up. He takes off at a darting pace, winding in and out of the spaces between the buses. Tracy takes off as well, her fingernails turning to claws, her run fast and fluid.

I sigh. "Fuck my life," I mutter and take off at a very human pace. When I catch up with them, my breathing shallow, I huff out, "Did you get a good look at it?"

"It was too fast," Theo says as he crouches down.

"But it's here?" Tracy asks.

"Yeah," he says, letting out a big breath. "So keep your distance. We're not here to catch it. Not yet. We just need to get a look at it."

A massive growl sounds from inside the school building and we're off again, Theo pushing open the heavy doors. Theo stands in the middle of the hall, focusing his eyes on the far wall covered in lockers.

"It's the same message as last time, isn't it?" Tracy asks. Damnatio memoriae.

"Yeah."

"What are they trying to get it to do?" she asks.

Theo turns back to her. "They're trying to get it to remember what it was."

Tracy looks up at him, her brown hair curtaining half of her face. "But isn't it just a teenager like us? Isn't it just a kid under there?"

"They don't care about that," Theo says. "The Doctors needed a body because they couldn't resurrect the beast out of thin air. The kid under there, whoever it is — it's nothing but a side effect. All the Doctors care about is the beast."

"So what happens when it does remember?" I ask, tightening my grip on the knife in my fist.

"I'm not sure," Theo admits. "The thing probably doesn't even remember it turns back into a human during the day."

Tracy goes rigid. "I read that the Beast of Gèvaudan killed a hundred and thirteen people." She pauses. "Is that true?"

"No," Theo says, the corners of his mouth raising into a sly grin. "The doctors told me it was closer to five hundred."

A growl rattles the halls, echoing loudly. I swallow hard, my hand latching onto the gun at my belt. All of a sudden, the lights in the building switch off leaving us in darkness. The Dread Doctors. They're here.

The first one seems to appear out of thin air, a shadow layered upon shadows. Tracy takes a swipe at it, the sound of bone against steel, and the Doctor doesn't hesitate hitting her back twice as hard. Tracy's body slams against the lockers with a groan and she collapses to her knees.

"Leave," it says as its two companions emerge from behind him.

"No," Theo says, his jaw set. I take a step back, gripping my gun with an iron hold.

"You have your pack," it responds, a monotonous hum of static lacing its words.

Theo's eyes flash with gold. "You see any red? I'm not an alpha!" he says. "I'm not even a real werewolf!"

And then, as if risen from nothing, the misshapen, tall, bulky creature crawls up from who knows where. Its coat is silky and black as night and there seems to be tendrils of smoke emitting from its hulking body. Its eyes are glowing, lifeless amber marbles. I cock the gun and train it on the thing. I don't hesitate before shooting, the sound erupting loudly. I jolt back in surprise.

Because it never even meets the Beast.

It bounces off of an invisible force field, shooting back over my head and landing somewhere behind me. I swear underneath my breath and take a step back. I'd hardly steadied my stance when the Beast roars.

Its howl is an ear splitting scream in my ears. I double over in pain, the gun clattering out of my hand. I have to hold my hands over my ears and I clench my eyes shut in agony. The howl cuts itself off and I hesitate before opening my eyes and taking my hands away from my ears.

When I look up again, the Beast and the Doctors are gone.

I let out a heavy breath, looking up from my crouched position on the floor. "I think we just met the Beast," I breathe.

The next morning, I start to notice just how much of a toll battling undead, ancient beasts has had on me.

"Arden!" Theo's voice cuts through my deep slumber and I jolt awake, groggily lifting my head from the car seat.

"Yeah?"

"We're at school."

"Mmkay," I hum. I let my head fall back down onto the back of the car seat, curling up against the door and shutting my eyes. I hear Theo shift and a door closes. Before I know it, the car door is moving and Theo is hauling me out of the car, chuckling to himself. "I'm so tired," I declare as I walk towards the school building, Theo sidling up beside me.

He smirks, raising his eyebrows. "Yeah? Maybe you shouldn't have woken up four times during the night to give me head."

"Hey," I protest. "You shouldn't have put your hands where they didn't belong. And besides, you were the one who dragged me out for a monster-hunting expedition at the unholy hour of five o'clock."

Theo and I have Lit together first. I sink down into the seat next to him, getting out my laptop and books. The teacher walks through the aisles, putting down sheets of paper "I can't be the only one who thinks it's not a coincidence Scott and Stiles are away on the same day," the teacher sighs. "Lydia's not here, either."

Theo's sly voice pipes up. "Lydia won't be back for a while," he says, the corners of his mouth upturned slightly. It's so subtle that only someone close to him could tell.

The teacher was taken aback for a second, raising her eyebrows at Theo. "And why is that?"

Theo smirks, leaning back into his chair. "Medical issues."

The teacher seems pretty satisfied with that answer because then she gets back to explaining the worksheet as if nothing had happened. Medical issues. More like braindead in a supernatural mental asylum.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a figure stop in the doorway and when I look up, I realise that it's Malia. But she's not looking back at me. I follow her line of vision and my eyes shift onto Theo. She's looking at Theo. And across his face is a big grin as he gazes at the werecoyote in the doorway.

I look back down at my laptop, shifting uncomfortably. I gnaw on my lip, clearly annoyed at myself for being paranoid at all.

I stop listening for a while, pulling out my phone underneath the table and opening close to all my apps before getting bored again from the lack of new material on my news feeds. I shove it back into my pocket and look up again.

"So, Theo," the teacher begins, "can you please tell the class why Mr Vanger was so enthralled in who killed his niece even years and years later?"

Theo smiles one of his impeccably loveable smiles. "I think Henrik Vanger found it so hard to let go of his niece because of the mystery surrounding it. The thought that someone close to him could do that to a family member killed him inside. He could've been living next to a killer."

My thoughts shift over to the Vinceret pack, my mind buzzing. There was something about what Theo had just said that sparked a discovery waiting to be made. It was there in my brain, but I could barely scrape the surface of it. The thought that someone close to him could do that to a family member killed him inside.

My mom killed my dad.

I felt obliged to be frustrated. I mean, how could she kill the man who could've raised me? When she first told me, I was livid, but I couldn't dare talk to anyone in the pack about it for fear of the police catching wind of it.

Which begs the question: what did the police know about my father's death?

As my mind starts mentally fitting pieces of the puzzle together, I realise that someone close to my father must've been found guilty for his death. There is no way that the police would've believed he died in a car accident, and my mother knew that. It was a lie, a ploy so that I didn't start asking questions are start to be introduced to the supernatural world.

I just have to find that police file. And I think I know someone who can help me. My finger brushes along the card shoved into my phone case haphazardly and I know who I have to go to.

I have to go to Luke Cohen.

I get to my feet, gathering up my books. I step into the aisle before stopping once the teacher speaks. "Where do you think you're going?" she demands.

"I have to go. Please. My aunt just called me. It's urgent." The lie comes fluently; maybe because it's half the truth. It was urgent. At least I had somewhere to start, some sort of lead.

I make a start towards the door when I feel a hand grip my wrist. I turn to face Theo. "Where are you going?" he whispers.

"I have a lead. I know where to start," I say back. I shake his hand off of my wrist and make a jog towards the door.

"Your aunt would've called the school if it was that urgent," the teacher argues.

But I'm already out the door when she calls out after me.

I throw my books into my bag and dart down the hallways, my legs moving faster than a walk but slower than a jog. I unlock the car and get in the driver's seat, sticking the key into the ignition and speeding off.

I arrive at Luke Cohen's office a little while later, barely letting the car stop before jumping out. I step in, hauling open the heavy door. The receptionist smiles as she looks up. "Hello, love. What can I do for you?"

"I need to see Luke Cohen," I state plainly. "Is he busy now?"

She furrows her eyebrows a little and opens her mouth to speak, hesitating. "I'll go check for you."

I wait patiently, alternating between checking the time on my phone and looking around the foyer of the office. A few minutes later, I hear footsteps coming down the hall. But there's not one pair. There's two.

Luke Cohen comes around the corner, a grin on his face. "Arden," he says in way of greeting. "I heard you wanted to see me. Come through." He gestures towards the narrow, short hall and I walk gingerly towards him, keeping my eyes on the floor.

I feel a hand on my back and I tense up as he guides me into a room. "Sit down," he says. I flinch when he shuts the door.

The office is plain, its only colours grey and beige. I sit down in a chair next to a large desk, leaning over the desk and propping myself up on my elbows. "I need your help," I say.

"A lot of people need my help, Arden," he responds, his lips stretching into a challenging smile. "Tell me why I should help you."

I cock my head slightly. "I don't think you understand, Luke," I say. "How did my father die?"

He leans back onto his chair, folding his arms. "Promise you won't get scared?" he mocks.

"I'm not scared of most things," I say, raising my eyebrows.

"Your father was murdered," he says.

"I want to see the case file."

"Do you now, Arden?" he challenges.

"I think I made myself perfectly clear," I state, my voice level and almost threatening.

"I think I can take you to the station and show you the file," he says, a look of satisfaction on his face. "As long as you keep it a secret."

"Don't you dare for one second think that I'm a weak little girl, Luke," I say, getting to my feet. "I will do whatever it takes to find out who did this to my mom, even if I have to take down everyone else in the process. Even if I have to take down you."

He leans over the table. "I take that as a challenge," he says, looking up at me. "And you'd be damned for thinking that I'm going to let you dictate me, Arden. I think you have a lot to learn."

I set my jaw defiantly. "Take me to the station."

He breaks out into a grin, his perfectly aligned teeth flashing, before standing up. "Let's go, then." He walks to the door and opens it, sauntering into the hall. I quickly catch up to him, slightly jogging.

He opens a door up at the end of the hall and when I step through, I realise that it's a parking lot. Luke nods in a vague direction as he keeps walking. "Come on."

He stops in front of a polished European sports car that's probably worth more than my life. "This — I am not worthy to travel in this. You fucking lawyers need a lower pay."

He shrugs, smiling lopsidedly. "What can I say? Young, hot, successful and rich."

I roll my eyes. "I see the only thing you're lacking is a good personality," I snipe.

"Fine. I won't get those files for you, then."

I smile an obviously fake smile. "I mean, you're one of the most modest people I've ever met."

"Thank you for finally recognising that," he sighs, grinning.

He sticks his hand out and gently opens the passenger door. "I don't trust you not to scratch it," he blatantly reasons.

I get into the incredibly squashy car and wonder why people would spend so much money on a car that's barely tall enough to fit in. "Comfortable, isn't it?" he asks, ducking into the driver's seat.

I knit my brows together. "No, not really."

He starts up the engine, the revving loud enough so that the whole block could probably hear it. I pull my phone out of my bag and quickly shoot Theo a text.

Luke Cohen is a real dick

A message comes through almost immediately.

You poor baby :( need me to come and rescue you?

I text him back.

No, asshole. I'm going to the cop station. I'll update you on anything concerning a certain evil pack leader

My phone buzzes.

Me?

I smile to myself and type out another message.

You're really enjoying being the villain, aren't you?

"Who is it that has you so glued to your phone?" Luke Cohen's voice cuts through my reverie.

I jump slightly, remembering that I'm in a car with a stranger on the way to a police station. "How is it any of your business?" I snap, probably sounding more hostile than I meant to.

"Just curious," he coos. "Theo, isn't it? The guy that you were waiting for at the funeral? The one who lives with you?"

I purse my lips. "Why the hell are you keeping tabs on my personal life?"

He sighs. "It's sort of my job. I just wanted to make sure you know who you're trusting."

I put my hands up, clearly frustrated. "Theo isn't going to freaking hurt me. He never hurt my mom, and he never hurt me. I mean, yeah, he isn't exactly a saint, but I trust that man with my life."

He pauses. "You might not know it yet, but you and I have the same goal. We both want to find out what happened to your mother."

I bite down hard on my lip. "I knew my mother more than you knew her. And I know that Theo didn't kill her. Period."

The car jolts to a stop outside the station and I clamber out before walking purposefully to the station. Luke follows shortly after and strides to the front desk. "Luke Cohen," the lady at the desk cheerfully says. "What is it you wanted today?" She twirls her hair around her finger.

"Diana," he says. "What a pleasure to see you again." His eyes are glimmering with a sort of slyness. "I need to see the file on Ian Caraway's murder."

She rests her chin on her hands, raising her eyebrows. Her eyes dart to me and then back to the taller man. "Sure," she says. "Come through." She makes a move towards a door behind the desk.

"Wait," he says. "I need you to give the keys to Arden. Then I'll give you what you want."

I widen my eyes, only just realising what they're discussing. He's screwing her to get the information. He's a fucking swindler.

She takes off her lanyard and throws it on the table. "It's the red key. Fourth door to the right."

I hesitate before taking it and heading down the hall, not allowing myself to second guess the circumstances. I'm in a police station using an illegally obtained key. I get to the room, unlocking the door and quickly slipping inside. I run a hand up and down the wall, searching for a light switch.

I eventually find it and switch it on. It illuminates the small, dusty room, its walls covered in bookcases. On the shelves are beige folders, each one shoved in sloppily.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and face back towards the bookcase. I work quick, rummaging through the faded yellow files, until I find the one I'm looking for.

The folder is emblazoned with three bold words and a date. Ian Caraway Murder. 05/07/2000.

I run a thumb over the words, sucking in a sharp breath. With a gentle pad of the index finger, I slip the folder open. There's clippings and photos, but all I really need right now is a case review. I find the page I need and read over it, soaking in every word like they're the only things that matter in the world.

By the end of it, I have a name and a place.

Her name was Lena Klein and she was the woman that my father cheated on my mother with. According to the file, she was tried and found psychotic.

They put her in Eichen House.

***
GUYS OMG THAT WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AN ACTUAL SMUT SCENE I HOPE IT WAS OK LMAO. Fr if you want the full sexy experience listen to Woosah by Jeremih ft Juicy J and Twista and read it tbh. In other music news, I updated the playlist at the start of the book so you can have some more music to listen to when reading (but don't let me limit your music choices like if you ain't about that Jeremih life dw).

Also, who would you rather I use as a faceclaim for Luke. 1) Bob Morley, 2) Paul Wesley, 3) Michael Malarkey. I can't choose so please help omg!! In other news, I've published a Shadowhunters fan fic with Cody Christian as the faceclaim and the guy he plays will be a real dick, just like Theo. Also planning a Cody Christian fan fiction because my whole life revolves around that beautiful boy lmfao. I think that's all I need to talk to y'all about so goodbye I'm going to go get my eyebrows done now lmao

Xx Georgina

PS this one is dedicated to my bby girl raekenstheo bc she is all about that Theo smut life