The thought of anyone else touching Kurt -- especially now, when they're flushed and soft and pliant under his big rough hands -- prompts a protective growl to rumble in Kai's broad chest. Nevermind that if Corrigan or Naseer suddenly appeared and demanded he back down, Kai would immediately obey (albeit with some grumbling). He knows his place in the pack, knows that Kurt belongs to them all.

But for this moment, they're his, arching up into his hands, spreading their freckled thighs wide and inviting him in -- as if Kai needs any more seduction. He's hard, cock sliding free of his sheath, hot and slick against Kurt's hip as Kai rolls his body forward in slow, sinuous movements. His rough fingers circle, then pinch at his mate's sensitive nipples, feeling them harden, tighten, practically throbbing to the touch.

"You have such a pretty mouth," the big wolf murmurs, sliding a couple fingers past Kurt's lips, pressing down on their tongue, forcing their jaw open. "Nobody'd ever believe how filthy it really is." Another slow thrust, Kai's thick cock dripping where it lays heavily along the crease of Kurt's hip. "But I know how sweet you can be, too." He presses his fingers deeper, until Kurt's drooling around them, nearly choking, then pulled back. "Ask me sweetly, little wolf. Beg pretty for me to fuck you."