Peter raises his head just in time to see Stiles' eyes. He can also feel it. The spark inside the boy, so powerful and demanding. Peter feels it tugging at his essence, his soul along. His own eyes burn red for it and he wants more.

He hears his name, but he also feels it in all his body. He angles his hips to give everything to his mate, eyes intense on him. He's also close, pleasure already buzzing in his limbs, urging him on.

"Stiles..." he calls back, his eyes closing again. "Come for me. Come for me and let me breed you..." his wolf speaks and Peter is barely aware. He's high on pleasure and power flowing through their skin.