"In a moment." Peter breaths, smirking and opens the door. The bags can wait, no one will take them, he will hear anyway.

He's so eager to take Stiles, he's shivering for it. All he can think of his mate's scent and excitement over the hunt and the kill... their kill, but Stiles' plan. Exactly how their pack should work.

Their pack, Peter wonders his knees almost buckling, but not from Stiles' weight.

"You've been perfect, Stiles, way over my expectations." he speaks in a low, strained voice, carrying Stiles inside. "I'm so proud of you." He breathes and kisses the boy again.