The human half of Scott is still trying to wrap his brain around everything that's happening. The wolf side isn't going to lay down and give in that easily, and when Stiles' teeth close against his neck he snarls at the contact, his nails growing long enough to dig points into Stiles' arm, this time pressing hard enough to break the flesh.

He's hoping the pain is enough to draw Stiles's attention away so he can slide out from underneath him, the bed shaking under the force of impact when he gets him over onto his stomach this time, pressing against him from behind, hands gripping both wrists as he stretches out over him and nuzzles his hair, hips grinding into his rear.