The answer, it turns out, is three. True, Kurt crying out his name -- another slip in their carefully-polite persona, begging him by name instead of title -- almost pushes Corrigan over the edge, almost prompts him to surrender to the hot rush of pleasure it brings. The sensation is felt throughout the link, an echoing reverberation of Kurt's bliss and the Alpha’s delight -- more than enough to have Benji shuddering and coming untouched in Naseer's lap.

But Corrigan holds back, grits his teeth and digs his fingers into Kurt's hips, painting bright red marks into their soft, pale skin. He rides through the shuddering waves of his little mate's climax, enjoying the massaging clutch of their body around his pulsing cock. Then he pulls free, breathing harshly, eyes nearly black with desire, and easily flips Kurt onto their back in the flattened grass.

Beyond words now, Corrigan moves over his mate, catches their mouth with his and kissing them slow and deeply, growling hungrily between kisses. His teeth catch Kurt's lower lip, filling their joined mouths with the bright taste of blood, prompting a low, pleased purr from the Alpha. His body moves, sliding back inside Kurt easily and resuming the quick, deep thrusts. Come again, he commands, wordless and resonant through the link, through every movement, every rumbling snarl and ferocious pulse of his cock. Come again, for me, come for your Alpha...