Re: Edge of the picnic. Start of picnic.
"You're not listening," Derek chastened, softly. "I want you. I want you as my slave. I wanted you so badly that I bought you without questioning it. I think you forget that sometimes."
He lifted his hand to curl fingers around Stiles' chin, turning his head slightly so their eyes could meet. "I rescued Isaac, but I never intended for him to be my slave. Not at first. The same is true of Allison. When I agreed to let her stay I never intended for it to be permanent or as mine. I'm not saying I don't care for them, and I'm not saying they're not important to me, but the fact that I'm their Master is one of circumstance. With you, Stiles, it was different. I wanted you as soon as I saw you. Consequences be damned."