Truly, the main reason Corrigan should've explained this all sooner is because he was missing out on hearing Kurt shamelessly beg to be bred. Every sound they make is perfect, flawless, but those words specifically light a ferocious fire within the Alpha.

Releasing his grip on his needy, pleading mate, Corrigan moves away, rising up on his knees and dragging his hand through the mess of come on his stomach, coating his fingers. "Enough, Naseer," he says, slick fingers moving to curl around his hardening cock, sliding free of his sheath. "They're ready."

Benji is already moving to crawl into Naseer's lap, eager to offer himself as a consolation prize, since Corrigan’s apparently going to fully occupy Kurt for a while. There's no jealousy, just an eagerness to witness, to watch their leader breed their mate. Once Corrigan’s done, they'll all get a turn, just like that first night.

But for now, its all Corrigan, his eyes dark, hand moving slowly up and down his huge cock, teasing himself as much as his pack. "Show me," he commands, voice low and resonant with Alpha authority. "Hands and knees, ass up. You know how, Kurt. Show me how good, greedy little mates get fucked."