They can't explain why, but Corrigan's firm voice strikes them with an acute sense of peace, of security and safety, deep in their bones. It's the same feeling that shot through them back in the clearing, as they were laid down on sun-warmed grass and mayflowers, their terror soothed by Alpha's firm promise that they wouldn't come to harm. Something about that unyielding tone in his voice instinctively eases their mind. Is it a wolf thing? It must be. None of the many firm-spoken men in their life have ever made them feel like this.
Kurt can trust him to keep them safe. They know he will.
"Yes, oh y-yes," they sigh, that momentary note of worry in their voice completely dissipating, leaving only pleasure. He tells them to forget all about the human world, the sheriff, their father, their former life, everything that isn't Alpha's cock buried so deep inside—and just like that, their worries simply vanish. Why would they waste any more time worrying? Why waste a single thought on humanity, when they could focus on how good he makes them feel instead? Kurt doesn't have a good answer.
Their arms loop around Corrigan's neck, pressing closer to him as his thrusts get harder, faster, his thick cock plunging in and out of them again and again. The sound of water splashing around their bodies does nothing to drown out Kurt's sweet moans, steadily building into needy whines and cries, filling the cooling dusk air. When they bare their bitten, throbbing neck for Corrigan's mouth—like they're begging for another claim—their new braid falls thick and heavy against their back, like a caress. Alpha did that for them. Alpha is so good to them. "P-Please, that's all I want. Want your knot inside, Alpha, please, please, want it so bad, I— I w-wanna take your knot again. M-Make me take it, make me take y-your knot again, Alpha—! Aaah! Yes!"
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Kurt can trust him to keep them safe. They know he will.
"Yes, oh y-yes," they sigh, that momentary note of worry in their voice completely dissipating, leaving only pleasure. He tells them to forget all about the human world, the sheriff, their father, their former life, everything that isn't Alpha's cock buried so deep inside—and just like that, their worries simply vanish. Why would they waste any more time worrying? Why waste a single thought on humanity, when they could focus on how good he makes them feel instead? Kurt doesn't have a good answer.
Their arms loop around Corrigan's neck, pressing closer to him as his thrusts get harder, faster, his thick cock plunging in and out of them again and again. The sound of water splashing around their bodies does nothing to drown out Kurt's sweet moans, steadily building into needy whines and cries, filling the cooling dusk air. When they bare their bitten, throbbing neck for Corrigan's mouth—like they're begging for another claim—their new braid falls thick and heavy against their back, like a caress. Alpha did that for them. Alpha is so good to them. "P-Please, that's all I want. Want your knot inside, Alpha, please, please, want it so bad, I— I w-wanna take your knot again. M-Make me take it, make me take y-your knot again, Alpha—! Aaah! Yes!"