He closed his eyes tightly. He didn't mean to be the soft one. He didn't mean to be the one with all the fucking feels. He was a werewolf! He was supposed to be able to protect his mate, and he hadn't been able to do that. The ambush had been a bit of a wake up call, if anything. He wasn't prepared to fight for her or protect her at all. He was going to work on that. But at the moment, it was clear that he was not in control of his emotions.
And okay, yeah.. Maybe she wasn't that great at people.. she wouldn't get any arguments from him, there. But, "Me too. I don't want to fuck up again." He wasn't going to make any more mistakes with succubi, but he was going to do his best not to fuck what they have up. He wasn't perfect either, and he didn't think that he was. He smiled softly and turned to nuzzle more into her neck, "but not until I've healed up?" he was teasing. He knew what she meant.
He let her pull at him, and he moved to ease off the stool to his feet, and only pulled back a little bit to look down at her, "we could do that, you know," he smiled hopefully. He'd combine trailers with her. He would happily live with her permanently. If she'd have him.