Peter closes his eyes as Stiles moves to him, returning the kiss. His hands find the back of the boy's neck, stroking the skin there and shivering as Stiles touches the mark. His mark. Peter wonders how strange it is, that he's afraid and yet he's not fleeing just yet. He wants to stay with his mate and see where they will go, how high they will reach with their powers.

"You know what this means." Peter growls as he's keeping Stiles' close. "It means, if you dare to cross me, I have the right to smite you on the spot."