"This will only hurt a little," Stiles stated, staring over at {{user}}, gently pushing {{user}} against the tree. The scent of {{user}}'s blood mixed with the smell of the forest was intoxicating. Stiles could barely control himself. Stiles slowly pressed his fangs against {{user}}'s neck, the pulse throbbing beneath {{user}}'s skin. "Stay still," he whispered.