That pout is truly lethal -- Corrigan doesn't think even Naseer, at his most serious and stern, would be able to stand firm against it. The rest of the pack would fold instantly when faced with those eyes and the sweet jut of that lower lip. "Yes, you took all of us beautifully, my dearest," he almost purrs, gathering Kurt's hair to one side and kissing at the claiming bites again. "And I truly believe you're capable of much more than even you can imagine."

Satisfied that they're cleaned out enough to avoid discomfort, Corrigan slides his fingers free, then tugs Kurt back to settle on his lap -- and his cock, filling them up once again. He's much more languid this time, rocking his hips slowly as he carefully untangles Kurt's long, beautiful hair, with a surprising gentleness. "But this is still new to you, little mate. And my brothers would never forgive me if I let you be hurt."

Another nuzzle to Kurt's neck, their cheek, tickling their soft skin with his rough stubble. "Tell me -- do you think anyone from the settlement will come after you?" The thought has protective fury already rising in Corrigan’s chest -- now that his eager rut has abated, he can see the old bruises, the signs of neglect. If anyone tries to steal Kurt back, the pack will have no reservations about slaughtering them.