Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
Stiles wanted him to calm down, but it wasn't okay. As long as Scott understood that-- he breathed in deep, let some of the tension flow out of his shoulders as he pressed his face into the top of Stiles' head, breathing in his scent and letting his mate --
His mate. An omega. Derek tilted his head a little more, hiding his grin as he listened to Stiles, caught the change in Scott's scent. Omegas made packs into family and Stiles had a whole new set of instincts that were telling him to do just that. There were blood families, and then families by choice, and Stiles could work both of them.
His arm curled low around Stiles waist, almost around his hips as he finally managed to look back at Scott, and he didn't quite manage to swipe that grin off his face.
"Yeah, eventually. More than one," he said with a hint of pride. Stiles answered one question and he slowly let go of his mate so he could hug the other werewolf. "One in four chance they will be wolves," he said quietly as two long lanky arms wrapped around his mate, and Scott kept peering at him over Stiles' shoulder.
"The rest of the pack will be here soon, but you're more than welcome to stay. I'm not going to stop kissing him just because you're here though."