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Cocooned in his mates' arms, Stiles was floating on a cloud of happiness.
His wolf had spent hours worshipping his body, before making them come together.
When Peter's teeth had buried themselves into his neck, their mating bond had slipped into place immediately. The wolf's feelings had intertwined with his own and Stiles had felt cherished and loved like never before.
He had always hoped that they would be good together, but he couldn't have imagined the depth of the man's feelings for him. When the time was right, he would gladly accept the turning bite from his Zombie Wolf.