The difference, of course, is that Kurt was a toy -- but they were the packs toy, their cherished, beloved slut, their needy spoiled brat. Every rough hand in their hair, every big hand swatting their upturned ass or sliding around their slender throat and squeezing was given amidst such pride, such love flowing through the link. The pack shared pleasure whenever, however they could, each member's enjoyment bleeding into the next. Even if it were just Corrigan tangled up with Kurt, taking his lazy time (as an Alpha should) in their bed, or by the riverside, his pleasure would be felt by the others, no matter where they were.
Corrigan's link had been the hardest to break, straining even now in the back of Miles's mind, strong enough to flare even through the shattered link they had once shared. It was horror, it was rage, it was confusion, still. But the real reason Miles had stopped, had allowed the exhausted horses and his exhausted captive some rest, was because Corrigan had realized, at last. The wolves had found the blood, had searched beyond the spot and found Miles's secret, hidden camp. They'd caught his scent at last, mixed with that of their terrified, bleeding mate, and they had understood -- Kurt had been taken, stolen, and Miles was responsible.
Miles had known it would happen, of course. It was an important part of the plan, realizing that he was the one to blame, and that he was willing to harm Kurt -- or their baby. They'd underestimated him once before, and would be more cautious in retaliating. They may not even search at all, fearful that Miles would sense them coming closer and punish their mate for it.
Corrigan was no fool. He'd be cautious, strategic. He'd deliberately close off whatever remained of their link. And he had. But not before sending through, in a silent, devastating force of emotion -- I'm going to fucking kill you.
The force of the mental message had rattled Miles, leaving him shaken, exhausted. They had enough of a head start that he felt find taking a momentary break. Not sleeping, but relieving tension some other way. He still had very specific plans for how he would fully enjoy Kurt's body -- like his former pack had for months now -- but there was no shame in using what he had to pass the time. The journey would be very boring if he didn't take full advantage of their well-trained mouth.
Like before, Miles's cool, neutral expression gives nothing away. He simply gathers Kurt's hair back in a tight, cold fist, knotted at the back of their skull, and pulls them forward, filling their mouth with his cock. There's a soft, pleased groan at the soft, slick heat, the way the human's throat tenses, then submits, lets him slide down it. "Look at me," he commands softly, forcing Kurt to gulp down his entire length. He's -- honestly he's by far the smallest of the pack, even more so than Benji, the youngest. Of course size isn't everything, but even when he was accepted by the others, he'd never been great at technique. He tended to be rough, businesslike, mindless, only wanting to get his cock sucked or top one of the others.
But he forces Kurt to hold it, to stay with his cock plunged down their throat, to look up at him and swallow around him and prove how good they could be.
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Date: 2023-11-15 04:59 am (UTC)Corrigan's link had been the hardest to break, straining even now in the back of Miles's mind, strong enough to flare even through the shattered link they had once shared. It was horror, it was rage, it was confusion, still. But the real reason Miles had stopped, had allowed the exhausted horses and his exhausted captive some rest, was because Corrigan had realized, at last. The wolves had found the blood, had searched beyond the spot and found Miles's secret, hidden camp. They'd caught his scent at last, mixed with that of their terrified, bleeding mate, and they had understood -- Kurt had been taken, stolen, and Miles was responsible.
Miles had known it would happen, of course. It was an important part of the plan, realizing that he was the one to blame, and that he was willing to harm Kurt -- or their baby. They'd underestimated him once before, and would be more cautious in retaliating. They may not even search at all, fearful that Miles would sense them coming closer and punish their mate for it.
Corrigan was no fool. He'd be cautious, strategic. He'd deliberately close off whatever remained of their link. And he had. But not before sending through, in a silent, devastating force of emotion -- I'm going to fucking kill you.
The force of the mental message had rattled Miles, leaving him shaken, exhausted. They had enough of a head start that he felt find taking a momentary break. Not sleeping, but relieving tension some other way. He still had very specific plans for how he would fully enjoy Kurt's body -- like his former pack had for months now -- but there was no shame in using what he had to pass the time. The journey would be very boring if he didn't take full advantage of their well-trained mouth.
Like before, Miles's cool, neutral expression gives nothing away. He simply gathers Kurt's hair back in a tight, cold fist, knotted at the back of their skull, and pulls them forward, filling their mouth with his cock. There's a soft, pleased groan at the soft, slick heat, the way the human's throat tenses, then submits, lets him slide down it. "Look at me," he commands softly, forcing Kurt to gulp down his entire length. He's -- honestly he's by far the smallest of the pack, even more so than Benji, the youngest. Of course size isn't everything, but even when he was accepted by the others, he'd never been great at technique. He tended to be rough, businesslike, mindless, only wanting to get his cock sucked or top one of the others.
But he forces Kurt to hold it, to stay with his cock plunged down their throat, to look up at him and swallow around him and prove how good they could be.