Derek pressed a soft kiss to Isaac's hip, encouraging him to lie still, and shifted far enough to turn his head into Laura's touch, giving a very satisfied sigh.
It was an interesting question. Stiles was pack, and Derek wouldn't mind another body in the bed, maybe pressed against his back to mirror how Isaac's pressed against his front. But he had a feeling the boy wouldn't want--or appreciate--the satisfaction that came from piling into the Alpha's bed after a full moon. Not yet, anyway.
"He's not ready," he murmured, drowsily. "Maybe next time."