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“Such a good boy,” Stiles cooed. “Just the bestest boy, yes you are.”
“I don’t think we should be encouraging this behavior, Stiles,” Derek sighed.
Said behavior was the eating of a couple of hunters that felt the need to crash their picnic date in the preserve. Well not really eating, more like swallowing them whole. The hunters had come out of the woods gun blazing and Pete, feeling the need to protect them -primarily Stiles- had grown to the size of a two story building before he snatched them up in one go. Or gulp, rather.
They had to put out a fire because of the belch Pete had let out afterwards but Stiles was pretty sure it was worth it.
“Yes we should, because he protected us like the good little dragon he is. Yes he did.” Pete, now the size of a golden retriever, preened under the attention before quickly melting into Stiles when the man moved his ministrations to that spot where his chin and neck met.
“The pack’s not going to be happy about this?”
“Scott’s going to be the only one who gives a damn and you know it,” Stiles told him with a roll of his eyes. “But Scott can go suck an egg, can’t he, my little Petey Pie? Yes he can.”
Derek shrugged, his mate wasn’t wrong, and Pete had done good protecting them. So, with their date interrupted and nothing much else to do he joined Stiles in lavishing the familiar with affection.
Maybe they could even get a good nap in before they had to go home. Those were always nice; most of the time.