Corrigan had already made his choice, of course -- from the moment he'd caught Kurt's scent, seen their bright eyes and soft body and heard their blissful, needy cries. But their sweetness to Benji -- reassuring him, pushing their exhausted, weary body to please this mate as much as all the others -- just confirms once again that he'd been correct. Kurt is beautiful, pale and freckled and covered in signs of wolfish love, hair tumbling down their back, belly full of the pack's spend.
But more importantly, they can care for the lonely group of wolves, hold the six of them together with their affection and kindness, become the center of each wolf's world. A pack with a mate to protect and provide for is a stronger, more cohesive group. Corrigan suspects that with a mate like Kurt, the already-strong group will be nearly unstoppable.
They seem to be enjoying themselves too -- moaning and crying out as they ride Benji's cock, as his eager hands squeeze and grab hungrily at their body, as he thrusts up hard and fast, chasing the peak of his pleasure as only a young wolf can. Corrigan feels something settle in his chest as Benji groans thickly, teeth finding a spot on Kurt's neck, completing the ring of claiming marks as he knots them. It's finished. The pack has made Kurt theirs, irrevocably, irreversibly. Nothing can take them away now.
Nuzzling against Naseer's shoulder, the Alpha murmurs something about ensuring there are enough leftovers from the hunt last night, having the others finish preparing the cabin. Usually the pack hunts nightly, spends the midnight hours out in the wilderness -- but Kurt needs to rest, and none of them will want to be far from their mate tonight.
Then Corrigan rises, walking over to where Kurt and Benji are locked in an embrace, catching their breaths. He can see the youngest wolf's knot already going down, his seed dripping down Kurt's shaky thighs, and he strokes Benji's hair away from his face, promptingly. "Very well-done," he murmurs, nuzzling at his brother's neck, then gently scooping Kurt up, cradling them to his chest. "Go help prepare the den. Give them somewhere nice to sleep. I'll clean them up."
And yes, that involves settling Kurt's weary, shaky form in his lap and sliding his cock back inside them as soon as he enters the sunwarmed river. Corrigan can help clean his little mate while enjoying them again -- simple multitasking. "Still awake, little bird?"
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But more importantly, they can care for the lonely group of wolves, hold the six of them together with their affection and kindness, become the center of each wolf's world. A pack with a mate to protect and provide for is a stronger, more cohesive group. Corrigan suspects that with a mate like Kurt, the already-strong group will be nearly unstoppable.
They seem to be enjoying themselves too -- moaning and crying out as they ride Benji's cock, as his eager hands squeeze and grab hungrily at their body, as he thrusts up hard and fast, chasing the peak of his pleasure as only a young wolf can. Corrigan feels something settle in his chest as Benji groans thickly, teeth finding a spot on Kurt's neck, completing the ring of claiming marks as he knots them. It's finished. The pack has made Kurt theirs, irrevocably, irreversibly. Nothing can take them away now.
Nuzzling against Naseer's shoulder, the Alpha murmurs something about ensuring there are enough leftovers from the hunt last night, having the others finish preparing the cabin. Usually the pack hunts nightly, spends the midnight hours out in the wilderness -- but Kurt needs to rest, and none of them will want to be far from their mate tonight.
Then Corrigan rises, walking over to where Kurt and Benji are locked in an embrace, catching their breaths. He can see the youngest wolf's knot already going down, his seed dripping down Kurt's shaky thighs, and he strokes Benji's hair away from his face, promptingly. "Very well-done," he murmurs, nuzzling at his brother's neck, then gently scooping Kurt up, cradling them to his chest. "Go help prepare the den. Give them somewhere nice to sleep. I'll clean them up."
And yes, that involves settling Kurt's weary, shaky form in his lap and sliding his cock back inside them as soon as he enters the sunwarmed river. Corrigan can help clean his little mate while enjoying them again -- simple multitasking. "Still awake, little bird?"