Not so impossible as Kurt may think -- the wolves are by no means psychic, so full-on mind reading isn't a possibility, but a pack is still linked in a way that transcends human understanding. Corrigan knows where his brothers are at all times -- can sense Kai chasing butterflies and Leo helping Naseer carry back their fresh kill, as Benji scouts ahead. And he knows they can sense him too, his mounting arousal, his teasing enjoyment of Kurt's pleading.

What's more, they can sense Kurt's pleasure, feeling it as if it was their own, every shiver, every moan, every sharp pang of desire. There are prickles of annoyance through the pack link, at the Alpha taking his enjoyment without the others present, but it's fully eclipsed by the other wolves' delight that their mate is happy and warm and fed and enjoying themselves. Corrigan isn't sure if Kurt can feel it yet, that subtle internal connection, the five wolves sending their happiness and warmth towards their little mate.

Even if they can, it may be entirely eclipsed by the immediate pleasure, especially when Corrigan reaches around to start stroking their cock, long, firm pulls of his warm hand, in time with the thrusts of his fingers, pushing them closer and closer to the edge. "My name, little bird, sweet mate," he purrs, wanting them to come at his touch, spill over his hand, wanting them sated and relaxed and blissful when the pack finally barges in the door. "Say my name as you come for me. Earn my knot inside you."