Seeking Comfort

Derek shows up unannounced in his wolf form, at Scott's door. His low growls wakes up the wolves in the house.

Scott answers the door, yelling in surprise when Derek storms past him towards the room Stiles is in. He calls out after him, but Derek seems determined to reach his mate.

Stiles is whining and whimpering in his sleep when Derek climbs into the bed. Derek pushes his snout into Stiles' neck to try and comfort him, licking at the small mark he left on the fair skin in their heated make out session.

The slender boy beneath the heavy wolf grumbles and wriggles as he wakes up. When he peels his eyes open he nods his head to himself.

"Okay, so I had a nightmare and now I'm dreaming. Dreaming that my big, hairy boyfriend is suddenly in bed with me. I've got to say I've had this dream before, but there was more naked-ness and erections," Stiles mumbles to himself. He closes his eyes as he runs his fingers through the wolf's soft fur.

As he's drifting back to sleep Scott bursts into the room.
"Derek what the fuck? It's four in the morning. Shift please," Scott asks. Stiles frowns.
"Wait- I'm not dreaming. Derek, what the fuck?" Stiles laughs lightly, squeezing him slightly. Derek growls playfully as a reprimand for him swearing and begins to shift.

"I like hairy you," Stiles complains. Derek laughs and kisses his head. He tugs the blanket over his lap to cover his nakedness and raises an expectant brow at Scott.

Stiles plasters himself to Derek's back, face tucked into his neck as Derek holds the hand that rests on his chest. Scott grins at how disgusting and cute they are.

"What are you doing here?"
"I woke up and I was already nearly here, I shifted in my sleep because I could feel Stiles' distress. He was having a nightmare."
"Okay. I'm going back to sleep. Just don't have sex in my house," Scott warns.
"No promises," Stiles smirks. Derek chuckles and lies back so Stiles is lying underneath him but they're not facing each other.

"I really do like the fact you're hairy," Stiles hums, fingers trailing through the hair on his chest. Derek smiles to himself and sits up. He leans against the wall and lets Stiles crawl into his lap and nuzzle his neck. Stiles kisses his neck and tightens his arms around his waist.

"You're hard," Derek whispers. Stiles chuckles.
"I think I know that, big guy. I quite like being pressed up against a naked you," Stiles says quietly, voice slow with sleep.
"Do you want to do anything about it?" Derek asks, a gentle hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.
"No. 'm'okay here," Stiles smiles. "Just enjoy being close to you."
"So you said you'd dreamt about me being in your bed," Derek smirks. "Something about nakedness and erections?"

Stiles flushes beautifully and squirms under Derek's gaze.
"Will you tell me about your dreams?" Derek asks. "I'll tell you some of mine."
"Okay."

Stiles takes a second to think.
"Lazy morning sex is definitely one of my favourites. It's the weekend and-" Stiles gasps when Derek starts kissing his neck.
"Carry on," Derek says gruffly.
"And we'd be at the loft, after a night of reading and cuddles. I've dreamt that I wake you up by blowing you, or we are spooning and you've got morning wood. It's all soft touches and we take our time. You'd fuck me into the mattress, long, slow thrusts. I dream of you carrying me to the shower once we've finished and then we'll make breakfast together and-"
"Awwww! You want to be domestic with me," Derek coos teasingly. Stiles beams up at him as he laughs at his boyfriend.
"Tell me one of yours," Stiles requests.

Derek kisses him briefly, warm hands holding his face gently.
"You, face down in the pillows. You'd - for once - try to be quiet, as I buried my face in your arse. I'd taste you, smell you. Everything would be you. Even though you're using the pillow to hide your noises I'd hear them all. Every little breath, change in heartbeat when I do something you really like. Maybe you'd reach back just to make sure that I stay there even when I have no intention of leaving."

Stiles shudders, pushing down on his bulge to just relieve the pressure for a moment or two.
"Fuck. That sounds amazing," Stiles whispers. Derek moans quietly into the kiss Stiles pulls him into.  Stiles' slender fingers are tugging at his hair as their lips part more.

"Another?" Derek asks.
"I really want to blow you. To know what you taste like, feel like on my tongue. I want to know how you react, if you'll just take what you want instead of treating me like I'm about to break. "
"I imagine your long, nimble fingers around me when I get off in the shower. I can't wait to touch you as much as I can. Until you smell like me inside and out."

Stiles ducks his head and sucks a bruise into Derek's tanned skin. He pulls back in time to watch it disappear, making a disappointed noise.
"Do it again," Derek grunts. Stiles huffs and reattaches his lips to soft skin with stubble, teeth and tongue working together to create a beautiful bruise below his jaw.

He pulls back, but it doesn't vanish like he expects.
"I can control it," Derek says.
"That's amazing."
"I'm going to my mom's house today. The whole family is coming round. We get together and all shift and just spend the day together as wolves for pack bonding. I would like you to come, but if you don't want to that's okay."
"That sounds fun, I haven't seen them in ages," Stiles smiles.
"Okay, princess pumpkin lump," Derek grins. Stiles laughs and kisses Derek again.

Derek shifts and goes back to the loft at eight to get showered and dressed and grab some of his clothes for Stiles. He drives to Scott's and picks Stiles up, laughing when he mumbles that they need to be more careful about what they say when the pack is in the same house.

Stiles changes into a pair of his own joggers and one of Derek's shirts, smiling up at him.
"You look gorgeous in my clothes," Derek compliments. 
"Thank you. Let's go! Will they be shifted already?" Stiles asks as they get into the car.
"Probably. I don't think you would want to see my family get undressed really. Bit weird," Derek says lightly, a small smile on his face that makes Stiles grin. He hasn't seen Derek smile this much- ever, really.

"I'll be able to say whatever I want and you can't do anything," Stiles grins mischievously. Derek pinches his thigh, releasing the skin when Stiles arches his neck in submission and starts whining. His hand stays on Stiles' leg and his thumb rubs over sore skin he previously assaulted.

"I still want you on your best behaviour, Stiles. But I'm looking forward to a day with you as a wolf," Derek admits.
"Me too," Stiles smiles and rests his hand on Derek's.

They get to Derek's family house and Derek opens the door, closing it once he and Stiles have gone in.
"I'm going to undress here, love. You can go say hello or you can wait until I'm there," Derek offers as he pulls his top over his head. He grins when Stiles pulls him into a hug, kissing him sweetly. Stiles gasps and hums as he deepens the kiss.

They laugh when Stiles jumps and stare down at Cora, who had nipped at Stiles' leg.
"Hey, Cora," Stiles smiles. He scratches between her ears and she nuzzles his hand before going to nuzzle Derek.

"Go away, I need to change," Derek laughs. Stiles blushes when Cora headbutts his leg and nods towards the kitchen. "He can stay with me."

Even as a wolf Stiles knows she's laughing as her breath pants out and she walks away.
"Do you want to take any clothes off? They won't think it's odd, it's just up to you," Derek offers as he kicks off his pants.
"Maybe later. When you shift for lunch I don't want to be surrounded by beautiful werewolves to make me feel any worse about myself," Stiles shrugs like that isn't something deep and sad to admit.
"Hey, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I think you're breathtaking," Derek says sadly, kissing Stiles' temple before he gets completely naked.
"That's just because we are destined to be together or whatever. If the world didn't give you this fate you wouldn't want it," Stiles murmurs, head ducked low as he confesses his fears. Like all of a sudden Derek will realise how shit he is and leave.

"Do you want to go back to the loft? If you're not feeling too great we can take a day to ourselves," Derek offers, unsure of what to say.
"No- I want to spend time with you and your family," Stiles amends and kisses Derek chastely.
"Okay, love. I'm not leaving you, Stiles. Not now, not ever. Okay?"

Stiles smiles and then watches as Derek shifts before him, still amazed by the sheer size of his boyfriend's wolf. He unties his shoes and shrugs his hoodie off.

Derek snuffles against Stiles' belly and licks at him. Stiles laughs at the funny feeling and starts walking through to the garden.

The wolves come over to nuzzle Derek in greeting, doing the same to Stiles when he sits down beside Derek. Derek curls around Stiles. His chest rumbles as Stiles strokes his fur and leans into him.

It's quite sunny, but Stiles uses his wolf as a heater anyway. He sits on Derek's back before lying down on top of him, his head coming to rest on top of the wolf's.

Stiles, who is rather sleepy from his early morning alarm clock in the form of wolfed out, begins to dose off and squawks when Derek suddenly stands up. Derek starts running and Stiles has to try not to pull on the wolf's fur.

He holds on tight and looks around to see why they're bounding towards the forest. The other wolves are running too, Laura helping her cubs run with the pack.

She has two cubs, a boy and a girl. Her mate couldn't get out of work but Stiles has met him before and he's very nice, quite reserved.

Peter runs ahead before looping back round and bumping into Talia. She growls pushes him back before speeding away. Derek brushes up next to Cora who bares her teeth before she nips at Stiles. Her brother starts growling at her, Stiles kissing his head and murmuring words of comfort. They start to slow down as they reach a clearing, a grassy meadow opening out from the trees with a stream flowing through.

Cora jumps at Stiles and Derek, making Stiles tumble off of his back and roll into the soft grass. Derek whips around to growl, eyes flashing red before he goes over to Stiles.

Stiles beams up at him.
"I'm okay, love. I'm absolutely fine. You'll just have to carry me to where you want me, I can't walk with a cast on."

Derek huffs and the big, black wolf drops down on to him, licking his face and neck. Stiles laughs, wriggles underneath the heavy weight.

He looks around and notices the other pack members cuddling up to each other.
"Der, sitting with your family won't hurt me. C'mon."

Derek clamps his jaw around Stiles' hoodie and drags him as he walks over to the pile of wolves. Stiles sits up, leaning against Cora's side and grinning as Derek flops down onto his lap. Derek rolls over to bare his belly.
"Such a beautiful wolf," Stiles murmurs as he trails his hand up and down Derek's belly. He laughs as Laura's cubs, Elijah and Isla, jump on top of Derek and nip at him playfully. As Derek goes to get them they scurry away and stop, waiting for him to follow.

Derek whines and stares up at Stiles.
"Go on, Der. I'll be okay here," Stiles smiles. He watches with a fond grin as Derek trots and rolls around with his niece and nephew.

Stiles props his ankle up on a rock and closes his eyes to bask in the sun.

After playing with Elijah and Isla until they get tired, Derek come back to lie with Stiles. He makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like purring that Stiles will definitely tease him for later, when Stiles scratches underneath his chin gently.

He hears his own belly rumble a while later and all of the wolves seem on board with that because they stand and stretch. Stiles uses Derek to stand up and tests his balance. Derek presents his back for Stiles to clamber on.

"No, I'll be fine. Go run properly with the wolves. I can walk."

Derek stares up at him nervously. Stiles smiles softly and presses his cheek to Derek's head.
"Go."

He watches as Derek runs off quickly before he tries to take his first step. He manages a few steps forward until the ground slopes down and he can't tilt his foot right and he's stumbling and falling and rolling down the hill.

The pack is there immediately, Derek licking Stiles' neck and any little cuts he can see. He starts whimpering when Stiles bats him away.
"I'm fine, Der. I have had much worse fighting with the pack. But you will have to carry me now, I'm rather disoriented," Stiles reassures. Derek growls and nuzzles him again. "It's not your fault. It's not your fault," Stiles whispers soothingly.

They help him climb onto Derek's back before they start running again, Derek going slower to not jostle Stiles too much. Stiles closes his eyes and snuggles into Derek's fur.
"So soft and warm and cuddly. But you're big and strong and tough. Such a good wolf, good alpha. Good boy," Stiles mumbles teasingly though he knows Derek likes the praise. Derek growls but there is no heat behind it. "I know. You're just an overgrown puppy."

When they get back to the house Derek deposits Stiles on the couch and growls when he tries to get up.
"Okay. I'll stay here," Stiles agrees easily.

Everybody splits off to shift and get dressed, leaving Stiles alone. He grabs his phone and smiles down at the text from his dad.

Scott said you were spending the day with the Hale family. Why don't you and Derek come over for dinner with Melissa and Scott tomorrow?x

I'll ask him, but I'm sure that's fine dad x

Derek comes back in some loose sweatpants that have been cut off above the knee with no top on.
"You okay, love?" Derek asks as he sits beside him. Stiles smiles and kisses his cheek.
"I'm good. I'm sorry for being stupid and trying to walk alone. It's not your fault," Stiles apologises.
"It is my fault. I should have known, stayed and helped," Derek disagrees with a scowl.
"We trust each other. And you trusted that I could do what I said. That's nothing to be sorry for. I'll let you carry me around as much as you want."

Derek grins smugly.
"My dad invited us over for dinner with Scott and Melissa tomorrow. Can we go?" Stiles asks hopefully.
"Of course. We could spend the night at yours if your dad allows it," Derek suggests. Stiles nods and then the rest of the pack starts piling in to the room.

Cora sits and plaits Isla's hair while Peter and Derek's dad play with Elijah and his toy cars. Talia smiles over at Derek and Stiles as she sits in her armchair. Laura snorts and ignores the glare her mother sends her.

"How have you been Stiles?"
"Thins haven't been so great, but Derek helps. He's been great," Stiles grins. Derek blushes at all of the compliments, the tips of his ears going pink and Stiles thinks he's beautiful.
"And Derek? You feeling better?" Talia asks. She ignores Laura and Cora who are laughing at Derek's embarrassment.
"Yes, mom."

"And you've told him?" She asks.
"Yes, Stiles knows we're mates," Derek nods.
"Stiles, do you plan on letting Derek claim you?"
"Mom!" Derek exclaims, whining when his mother shrugs.
"I want the best for you."
"Stiles is what's best for me and it's his decision whether or not we mate. And I'm very proud that he is taking it seriously and taking his time to figure out what he wants," Derek says, linking his fingers with Stiles'. Talia seems to relax at his words.

"Good. Stiles, would you like to come help make lunch?"
"Der?" Stiles asks. He loves spending time with Talia, she treats all of the pack like family, because to the wolves they all are.
"I'll get your crutches," Derek smiles and kisses his head. Cora shuffles over to Stiles.

"Are you guys like together?" She whispers. Stiles sees the wolves pause to listen. He nods his head, smiling up at Derek as he comes back in.
"You okay, babe?" Stiles asks. Derek nods his head, though he looks a little pale. "I'm fine, love. You okay getting there?" Derek asks, a soft hand on Stiles' hips to keep him upright while he gets comfortable with his crutches.
"Wouldn't mind you walking me there, but I'll be fine," Stiles flirts shamelessly.
"C'mon then," Derek grins, walking beside Stiles to the kitchen.

He ducks his head and kisses him quickly before he's rushing back to the living room so his mom doesn't give him that look. It's the same look she gave him as a teenager when he fancied someone.

Stiles leans with his crutches and waits for instruction.
"I'll do all the chopping. I don't want you to lose your balance and cut yourself. Think you can put the meat on the grill?" She asks.
"Yes, ma'am," Stiles smiles, faking a salute. Talia laughs lightly and moves out of his way.

"So how are you and Derek?" Talia asks as she chops up some veg for a salad.
"We're good. Thanks for looking after him while he was... away," Stiles mumbles.
"Stiles," Talia soothes. "It's not your fault that happened. He's just glad that you're okay."
"Yeah," Stiles nods, but he doesn't meet her eye.
"Wait," Talia says. Stiles' eyebrows furrow together. "Derek was about to come in, but I want to talk to you. I'm very happy that it is you that makes Derek so happy, that you are the one he will have forever. You're so brave and strong and I know you won't let him be an idiot. I know that you love him."

Stiles' flushes and he bites his lip to stop grinning.
"I really do," he sighs happily.
"Go on, I can handle this, your mate wants you," she grins, hugging him before he hobbles over towards Derek.

Derek cups his face, ignoring the noises of protest coming from Laura and Cora as he kisses Stiles gently. Stiles can't really grab him because of his crutches but he makes he kiss deeper and hums as Derek pulls away.
"C'mon, Elijah and Isla want to sign your cast," Derek smiles. His wolf wants to claim, but for now it's very happy with knowing Stiles loves him.

Stiles let's Elijah and Isla pick their spot on the cast to write on and leans against Derek. Derek wraps his arms around him and kisses his temple.
"You haven't signed it yet," Stiles says. "Hey, kids can I have my foot back so uncle Derek can write on it too?"

They finish up and hand Derek the marker pen. Derek smiles and picks up Stiles' foot. He writes 'DEREK' along the bottom of it, all capital letters with a backwards R. He takes a picture with Stiles' phone to show him.
"Aw, babe. You remembered I like toy story?" Stiles beams. Derek nods.
"Derek's whipped!" Laura laughs.
"Your brother is amazing," Stiles grins. Derek buries his face into Stiles' neck, kissing the soft skin there. Stiles threads his fingers through Derek's hair, massaging his scalp.
"You okay, love?" Stiles asks.
"Amazing," Derek grumbles. Stiles smiles to himself and closes his eyes to relax into it. They all sit at the table for lunch, Derek and Stiles linking their fingers to rest them in the table. It's comfortable as they all chat and Stiles really feels like part of the family.

"Would your father like to come to dinner with us soon?" Talia asks.
"I'm sure he'd love to. Thank you for including me today," Stiles smiles. Derek squeezes his hand.
"You're always welcome," Laura grins. "It's nice to see how happy Derek is with you."

They lounge around more, Stiles having to watching Derek closely because something still seems off since he spoke to his mom. He strips his top off when Derek pushes it up to his chest with a paw. Stiles is lying underneath him in the garden, the large wolf a heavy weight on top of him.

Derek nuzzles the bare skin, admires the pale flesh. The rest of the pack walk over, snuggling and getting comfortable with Stiles and Derek. Elijah and Isla lie on top of Derek to have a late afternoon nap. The couples curl up closer to each other but still roll over to the rest of the pack.

Derek and Stiles say goodbye near dinner time, hugging everybody before climbing back into Derek's car.
"Did you have a good day?" Derek asks. Stiles grins at him and nods.
"Did you?" Stiles asks. Derek hums his confirmation and rubs his thigh.
"Made my wolf very happy to be with you and see you with the family pack."
"We should have a day like that with our pack. I'm sure they'd enjoy a day in the forest as wolves."

They get back to Derek's, Stiles asking Derek to help him get changed.
"Sorry. I just can't balance properly," Stiles shrugs. Derek kisses his head.
"Sure you can't," Derek teases. Stiles blushes and looks away from him.

He helps him tug a pair of sweatpants shorts up over his hips, kissing along his leg and stopping at his boxers. Stiles whines and pouts down at him.
"That's so not fair," Stiles huffs. He can feel himself getting hard just from seeing Derek's head down there.

"Get yourself comfy up by the pillows," Derek tells him with a kiss to his lips. Neither of them can get over the fact they can kiss each other now.

Stiles shuffles back until he's comfy, legs bent with his feet on the mattress.
"You okay with touching yourself?" Derek asks.
"Been doing it for years," Stiles says cockily. Derek huffs a laugh.
"In front of me?"
"Well that's new, but it sounds great," Stiles smiles softly. Derek sits at his feet, helping him undress now, until he's down to his boxers.

"Show me how you usually touch yourself. But if I tell you to do something I want you to do it okay?" Derek explains.
"Yes."
"And you can colour out at any time, Stiles. Promise me if you need to you will," Derek says.
"I promise, Der," Stiles smiles reassuringly.

Derek nods and Stiles pulls his dick out, gasping at the moan Derek let's out. He moves his hand quickly after spitting into it, getting fully hard. His thumb pushes into the slit when he reaches the top.

Derek bites his lip as he watches. Stiles' legs are splayed, head tilted back with his eyes screwed closed. He can see the quiver in Stiles' stomach as he speeds up his hand.

"Tell me when you're close, darling," Derek whispers, kissing his knee. Stiles whimpers at the soft touch and the pet name. As he gets closer his hips buck up to meet his fist and his breathing gets shaky. He mumbles something along the lines of 'shitDerclose-Der!'

"Stop," Derek commands. Stiles doesn't even think twice about removing his hand until he's actually done it. His dick is red, leaking against his tummy where it lays all swollen.

"Please," Stiles moans. "I need to-"
"You need to take ten deep breaths and wait for what I tell you to do," Derek says calmly. It's so definite that Stiles thinks he'd be stupid to even think something else needed to happen. He needs to listen to his dom, his boyfriend, his alpha.

Once he has done what Derek instructed, he opens his eyes and smiles shyly up at the wolf.
"Feel better?" Derek asks gently.
"Yes, thank you."

Derek told him to wait for another instruction so he does, enjoying the soft caresses of Derek's hands up and down his legs, the occasional brush of his lips against sensitive skin.

"I want you to play with your nipples."

And now, Stiles feels himself flush because that feels different. It's not what he usually does and it's what Derek wants him to do.

His nipples are already pink and puffy from touching himself.
"I don't really know what you want me to do," Stiles whispers.
"That's okay, love. I want you to gently brush your fingers over your nipples until I say otherwise."

Stiles doubts it'll do much, he's never paid attention to his nipples because he prefers going straight to where he knows feels good.

His eyes flutter closed and his mouth falls apart as he rubs his nipples.
"Good boy," Derek praises. Stiles whines and a blob of precome lands on his stomach. He watches with hooded eyes as Derek swipes his thumb through it and
sucks it into his mouth.

Derek groans around his thumb and his claws pop out, nicking Stiles thigh.
"Sorry," Derek mumbles around his fangs as he licks the tiny spots of blood up.

"Der," Stiles pants.
"Pinch them, twist them, then go back to being gentle."

Stiles arches into the harsh touch on his chest. He whimpers as he squeezes them harder before rolling them between his fingers softly.
"So good for me," Derek praises. "You can play with your balls, massage them and roll them round, whatever feels good."

His eyes water as his hand skips past his dick, and he does what Derek tells him to.
"It's okay, love. Babe, come here," Derek soothes. He leans against the wall and pats his knee. Stiles climbs into his lap, tucking himself into his neck. "Look beautiful, Stiles. Being so good for me, yeah?" Derek whispers into his ear, voice low and gruff. Stiles can feel Derek's bulge through the wolf's thin pants.

His dick is bobbing, twitching st the heat radiating from Derek.
"Wrap your hand loosely around your dick, right at the base," Derek murmurs. Stiles nods, tilting his head up to catch Derek's lips in a kiss while he does so. "Good boy. Slowly, gently, move your hand up and down."

Stiles moans against Derek, head falling to his shoulder as he moves his hand. Derek growls quietly at the sight of Stiles' exposed neck in front of him. He takes the opportunity to kiss the pale, sensitive skin.

Open mouth kisses trail along Stiles' jaw and down his neck, stopping to nip and scent beneath his ear, where his smell is strongest.
"Slow," Derek reminds when Stiles starts to speed up to chase his orgasm.

"Please!" Stiles whines loudly. Derek bites Stiles' neck, blunt human teeth not piercing skin, but keeping him in his place.
"Be good, Stiles. Slow," Derek repeats when Stiles has Stiles.

Stiles is oozing precome, whining and whimpering and moaning into Derek's neck as he complies with his orders.
"Gorgeous," Derek compliments. "You can come whenever you want, just keep going at this speed."

"I can't!" Stiles wails as he starts getting frustrated.
"You can. Look," Derek supplies and wraps his hand around Stiles'. Stiles makes a choked noise and nods his head, letting Derek move them together slowly. He squeezes as he reaches the tip and Stiles groans loudly.

"See? Everything's okay, we can do this."

Derek finds a rhythm and kisses Stiles deeply when he hears the skip in his heart before it speeds up even more.
"Shit, Der. I'm close," Stiles pants, hips bucking as he comes onto Derek's chest and hand.

He sags, trying to catch his breath as Derek licks his hand clean.
"Good boy, amazing. Did so well, I'm so proud of you," Derek praises, a gentle hand running up and down Stiles' back. He flips them so Stiles is under him and proceeds to lick any come off of his skin. "Arms in," Derek says as he helps Stiles into a shirt.

Stiles smiles shyly at Derek who kisses him chastely.
"I'm just going to wash up and then I'll be back to cuddle you, okay?"
"Okay, der. Thank you."
"Never have to thank me for looking after you."

Derek comes back in earlier than he would have because he can hear Stiles' heart beat speed up and Stiles is sobbing.

"Love, it's okay. What's wrong?" Derek soothes as he pulls Stiles to lie on his chest. Stiles clings to him, listening carefully to his heartbeat. "There we go. Breathe with me, in for four hold for five and out for eight."

The numbers give him something to concentrate on as he tries to calm his breathing.
"Tell me what's wrong so I can help," Derek whispers.
"I just- I can't help but feel like I'm not enough. You're such a good person and I'm so shit and you're beautiful and strong and I'm gross and weak. I don't deserve you."

Derek makes a pained noise, pressing his face into Stiles' neck.
"You're gorgeous, Stiles. I don't know how I can prove that to you, but I'll try my best. You saw me before, wolfing out at the sight of you, and you know how good my control is. You're one of the strongest members of the pack, whether you're human or not. You're enough. I don't deserve such a good mate."
"But-" Stiles interrupts. Derek doesn't let him continue.
"You're enough."