Corrigan feels the rush of relief, so intense it's dizzying, even for him, and he obligingly wraps both arms around Kurt, pulling them nearly into his lap with his fervent desire to comfort them. He wants to stay like this forever, a physical barrier between Kurt and the world that's hurt them so repeatedly and badly. He wants to keep every enemy away with the pure force of his presence, dare anything or anyone to even come close to his mate.

But then there's a tentative little curl of desire and arousal at the warm press of Naseer's lips to Kurt's marked-up neck, and Corrigan still wants all those things, but he also wants...something else.

With that smug, wicked smile of his, the Alpha's big hand slides further down Kurt's back, resting above the curve of their ass, fingers teasing down lower, lower. "Mmm, yes, I believe we were in the midst of something when the pack returned, beloved," he murmurs, savoring their shivers and squirms. "Do you think we should let Naseer join us?" Corrigan glances up, meeting his Beta's eyes warmly. "Want to help me enjoy our little mate, Beta?"