He growls at the mere suggestion of ruining such delicious meat and takes another bite. Meat spills out onto his plate and he grabs a piece, curling it in his fingers and wrapping an arm around Stiles' shoulders. He pulls him close and nuzzles the top of his head, lifting his fingers to Stiles' mouth to feed him.

If Derek wasn't so firmly stuck in wolf mode, he wouldn't be doing this. He'd want to, but he wouldn't have the guts to actually do so. But Stiles is his pack, and it's his job as an alpha to take care of him. He never got to be an alpha like this before. There was always too much going on. And yeah, part of it has to do with Stiles being his desired mate, he's sure, because he can't imagine doing this with Erica or Isaac.

He doesn't think about it, just holds the meat out and taps Stiles' bottom lip with his finger while looking down at him expectantly.