Bite Me, Mark Me, Never Ever Lose Me
"I, um... uh... I - I want the bite."
Derek froze, hand that was lightly running through his mate's hair coming to a stop.
Stiles turned in Derek's arms, laying his head on the Alpha's chest so he could stare up in his hazel eyes. "I want the bite, Derek. I want to be like you."
"Stiles, I don't know." Derek sighed, tightening his arms around his mate's waist.
"Why not?" Stiles frowned. "I thought you wanted me to be like you."
"I do, bu-"
"And then I wouldn't be this fragile and breakable. I'd be able to withstand your wolfy strength in the bedroom too." He smirked.
Derek choked on his own breath. "WHAT!?" He spluttered.
"Oh, I know you hold back Hale." Stiles laughed.
"I do not." Derek huffed.
"Yes you do. I remember numerous times when you wouldn't fuck me harder because you were scared you were going to hurt me."
"Okay I may have went a little..."
"Yeah..." Stiles chuckled. "But," he ...