Derek rolled his eyes and closed the distance once more between them, his hands possessive as the curled around the teenager's hips. "I still want you," he added, because Stiles appeared to doubt it. "That hasn't changed." Stiles would have to do a lot more--a lot worse--than simply be stubborn and disobedient. He'd been stubborn and disobedient since they'd met, and the werewolf had wanted him then. "And it's been too long since I had my cock inside you," he murmured, letting a little growl creep into his voice, like before, but for entirely different reasons.