They're not sure what actually causes the explosive surge of joy going through them then, if it's solely their own emotion or truly some kind of pack link, their mates' emotions tangling with their own. It's such a foreign feeling for the little human, as foreign as pleasure and praise has been, that they can't confidently tell where it even comes from. But it feels like their own joy, a swelling rush of warmth in their core that fills out their entire being, erasing all their fear like it was never there in the first place.

Kurt will earn Alpha's knot. They will earn Alpha's praise, Alpha's love, they will do whatever they have to in order to feel like this forever. They will never ever give him a reason to be displeased with them for the rest of their life. "P-Please! Alpha! C-C-Corrigan!!" they wail, shuddering to pieces as they feel their climax mounting. His hand on their cock is huge and warm and slick with that tingling balm, and it takes no time at all for his slow gentle hands to push them over the edge.

They keep singing his name over and over again as they come, spilling all over his hand, their own stomach and chest, arching clean off Alpha's body before collapsing back against him in a sweaty, panting heap. The rapturous bliss that spreads through them then is half their own, half the pack's, but Kurt is too caught up in sensation to realize. "C-Corrigan... Alpha, oh, th-that was..."

Not nearly enough. They were promised his knot. They earned it, right?