Usually this is where Kai or Leo -- or any of the older wolves -- would tease Benji, would take more time with Kurt and make him watch as they sob and writhe and cry out in pleasure. Perhaps in the future they will, perpetually competing to find new ways to toy with their mate, showing off to one another like any proud beast would do with such a prize. Any reservations Kurt may have about being made such a display won't last very long.
But today, this first time -- it's special, it's nearly holy, the culmination of fate and the pack's collective longing. They may tease and bicker like true brothers, but each is just as delighted by the other's pleasure as his own. And Benji holds a soft spot in each of their hearts, the youngest, the newest to the pack, just coming into his own as a true wolf.
So, after nuzzling once more at the marks he's left on Kurt's heaving chest, Kai shifts back, spent cock sliding free of their swollen, abused hole, followed by his spend leaking down their thighs. "C'mere, pup, look like you're gonna pass out," he huffs as Leo scoops Kurt up with his big hands beneath their thighs, his own cock still pulsing inside them.
Benji scowls, even as he eagerly scrambles closer, cheeks flushed, hands clumsy and eager as they reach out for Kurt. "I'm not a pup," he grumbles, elbowing at Kai as he passes, and earning himself a smack on the ass. He settles, sitting back on his heels, palms hesitantly sliding up over Kurt's rounded stomach, the bitemarks on their chest, the tears and come and saliva on their face. Leo slips free, then gently guides their mate into Benji's lap, his cock sliding easily inside their messy hole.
Benji's arms wrap around Kurt, his whole body shuddering at the hot, slick grip around his cock. He mosns and mouths at their neck, hips bucking helplessly, plunging as deep as he can again and again. "S-Sorry, you j-just...feel so g-good inside," he manages to pant out, pulling back enough to meet Kurt's eyes, his own sweetly anxious. "You're -- okay? Are you all right?" He knows his brothers would never deliberately hurt someone so precious, but having been on the receiving end of their combined attentions, he knew how overwhelming it could be.
It's only their exhaustion that keeps Kurt from reaching for Benji, letting Leo ease them into his lap, too boneless with pleasure to move on their own. Even after taking two cocks at once, the youngest wolf still feels amazing inside, their tender hole taking all of him and clenching so tight, gripping him slick and hot. They cry loudly with joy, arms looping around Benji's neck. His body feels perfect pressed against their own.
"Y-Yes," they manage, wet and shivery but bright, a shaky smile on their lips. Their teeth are a little crooked, their grin lopsided and warm. Benji is so sweet to ask them. "Yes, I— I f-feel amazing. I've never— aah—! You all feel s-so good, Benji, I've n-never felt anything like this before. I didn't know, I— I didn't know."
Their whole life, they've been lied to. About wolves, about sex, about pleasure. About what their own body can do. Feeling Benji so deep inside, his thighs slick with his brothers' come, his body pressed so close to theirs, their cock wedged between their stomachs, makes Kurt feel like they can do anything. They can do this. They can be the pack's prized mate.
Trembling with pleasure, with need for more, Kurt holds on to Benji tighter and starts moving in his lap, rising on his cock before dropping back down, over and over. They throw their head back, crying their pleasure as they ride his cock, thighs trembling, picking up speed. "F-Faster, Benji, harder, p-please! Aah— y-you feel so good! Yes, y-yes, yes!"
Corrigan had already made his choice, of course -- from the moment he'd caught Kurt's scent, seen their bright eyes and soft body and heard their blissful, needy cries. But their sweetness to Benji -- reassuring him, pushing their exhausted, weary body to please this mate as much as all the others -- just confirms once again that he'd been correct. Kurt is beautiful, pale and freckled and covered in signs of wolfish love, hair tumbling down their back, belly full of the pack's spend.
But more importantly, they can care for the lonely group of wolves, hold the six of them together with their affection and kindness, become the center of each wolf's world. A pack with a mate to protect and provide for is a stronger, more cohesive group. Corrigan suspects that with a mate like Kurt, the already-strong group will be nearly unstoppable.
They seem to be enjoying themselves too -- moaning and crying out as they ride Benji's cock, as his eager hands squeeze and grab hungrily at their body, as he thrusts up hard and fast, chasing the peak of his pleasure as only a young wolf can. Corrigan feels something settle in his chest as Benji groans thickly, teeth finding a spot on Kurt's neck, completing the ring of claiming marks as he knots them. It's finished. The pack has made Kurt theirs, irrevocably, irreversibly. Nothing can take them away now.
Nuzzling against Naseer's shoulder, the Alpha murmurs something about ensuring there are enough leftovers from the hunt last night, having the others finish preparing the cabin. Usually the pack hunts nightly, spends the midnight hours out in the wilderness -- but Kurt needs to rest, and none of them will want to be far from their mate tonight.
Then Corrigan rises, walking over to where Kurt and Benji are locked in an embrace, catching their breaths. He can see the youngest wolf's knot already going down, his seed dripping down Kurt's shaky thighs, and he strokes Benji's hair away from his face, promptingly. "Very well-done," he murmurs, nuzzling at his brother's neck, then gently scooping Kurt up, cradling them to his chest. "Go help prepare the den. Give them somewhere nice to sleep. I'll clean them up."
And yes, that involves settling Kurt's weary, shaky form in his lap and sliding his cock back inside them as soon as he enters the sunwarmed river. Corrigan can help clean his little mate while enjoying them again -- simple multitasking. "Still awake, little bird?"
Kurt just lets everything happen to them at this point. They're too lost in their own bliss to protest or participate or even notice Benji's knot leaving them, or Corrigan gathering them in his arms, or the clearing going empty with the pack bounding off to prepare for the night. The cabin hasn't been dusted in a while, or even tidied after last night's explosive confrontation—Miles' unsuccessful coup had been the latest in a string of fights caused by the lack of a mate, an outlet, a unifying purpose—and while rowdy unmated wolves may be able to tolerate the mess, it simply won't do for their tiny, fragile, cherished human mate.
So the younger wolves, invigorated with renewed purpose and a need to impress, to protect, to provide, all rush off to prepare the cabin, eager to make their den into a home. Even Naseer, not satisfied with offering his mate mere leftovers to eat, shimmers into his wolf form and darts into the woods to hunt fresh food, knowing everyone will need to refuel and gather their strength in the coming days. Not to mention celebrate.
Any new addition to a pack is cause for celebration, of course, but nothing compares to finally, finally, getting to claim a mate. It calls for a feast of fish and fowl and bushels of berries. They'll all be much too busy to hunt for a while, anyway.
It's not the pounding of retreating footsteps nor the caress of running water that stirs the weary little human back to life, but Alpha's cock sliding inside them once more, longer and thicker and harder than all the others, reaching all the way up to their fluttering soul. Kurt moans, head falling back against Corrigan's shoulder, their body shuddering with pleasure as they slowly grind their hips down into his lap. They luxuriate in the feeling of the wolf stirring up their insides, their hole so sensitive now compared to when he first entered them, soft but hungry, greedily squeezing around his cock. Even after being taken five times over, pumped full to bursting with the pack's seed, Kurt's body still instinctively tries milking more out of him. They really were born for this.
"Mmnh... Y-Yes, 'm awake," they murmur, eyes closed, their back flush against Corrigan's muscled front. Without conscious thought, they start running their trembling hands over their rounded belly, their tender puffy bitten chest, the claiming bites adorning their neck like exquisite pearls. By human standards, they must look utterly savaged. But they've never felt farther from it as they rock on Alpha's cock, as they arch into their own hands, pale skin hot and glistening in the sun with blood and sweat and tears and come and river water. Rather than savaged than stolen and brutalized, Kurt has never felt more beautiful. "Alpha... f-feels so good, Alpha... Don't e-ever want you to stop, p-please, never stop..."
"So needy," Corrigan murmurs against Kurt's neck, finding the tender bitemarks from the pack -- Naseer's nearly touching his own, Leo and Kai's on opposite shoulders, Benji's closest to their heart -- and soothing the residual sting with his tongue. There's little chance of infection, not with the concentrated, loving cleaning from all five wolves, but instinct still prompts him to make sure. The tang of Kurt's blood is addictive, sweet and bright and thrumming with life, and they shiver so deliciously in his lap every time his tongue drags over the wounds.
Still, the sun is getting lower and lower in the sky, the faint chill of night lacing through the warm wind, and Corrigan wants Kurt safely snuggled in their den before the moon is out. He thinks briefly of Miles, of the audacious attempted coup and the days of insubordination that preceeded it, and his grip tightens protectively on Kurt. Miles had made his choice, knowing the pack would choose a mate soon -- he'd wanted the privileges Corrigan has, wanted to be the one with first and last claim to the chosen human's body, wanted to exert his dominance over them. The thought of it makes the Alpha’s blood run hot with possessiveness, nails digging into Kurt's pale skin, marking them up even more. Miles will never so much as look at their mate, much less touch them.
Putting the thought aside, Corrigan gently scoops up handfuls of river water, cleaning the blood and come and sweat off Kurt's shuddering body with slow, lingering movements of his big hands. "You need to rest, my mate," he says firmly, scooping Kurt up and off his cock so he can ease his fingers inside their soft, tender hole, cleaning them out with careful motions. Much as he likes the look of them, belly full and rounded, they need to eat as well, and sleep comfortably. "We'll stay close, but you can't take all of us without a break, little one."
A pause, then Corrigan smooths a hand over Kurt's stomach, hiding a smirk against their neck. "Not yet."
Oh, but they are needy—Corrigan pulls them all the way off his cock, and they make the most pathetic, pitiful sound in the world, a loud keening whine of disappointment. When this all started, Kurt had been terrified of him, of his strength and power and evil intentions, wholly convinced they would die in agony at his hand, impaled on his inhuman cock. That's what beasts do, ferals, savages. They snatch you up and tear you apart and fuck you to death, not even letting you go into the great beyond with your soul untarnished.
But they had been woefully wrong. Not only has Kurt discovered the most delicious, all-consuming, earth-shattering pleasure within the pack, but they've found companions. Protectors and providers who swear loyalty to them, who shower them with affection and love and undying claims, who will give them a true purpose. They haven't been snatched and soiled and broken. They've come home.
So they're a little needy now. A lot needy. "N-Not fair," they mumble, unable to stop their hips from bucking into Corrigan's hand, wanting to feel his fingers reach deeper, fill them up more, even as he tries to clean them. The claw marks Alpha left behind sting when they move, sharp and beautiful on their skin. "Don't wanna rest. I t-took all of you just fine..." They say that, but they can barely keep their eyes open, fatigue seeping deep into their bones. Now that they're not constantly getting fucked, the day's trials are starting to catch up with them.
The Alpha's final tease does make Kurt perk up a little, hope singing in their chest. So they're a lot needy now. Whose fault is that? "Not yet? S-So I'll be able to one day?" Big trusting eyes glance up at the wolf, the sorry pout on their lips disappearing.
That pout is truly lethal -- Corrigan doesn't think even Naseer, at his most serious and stern, would be able to stand firm against it. The rest of the pack would fold instantly when faced with those eyes and the sweet jut of that lower lip. "Yes, you took all of us beautifully, my dearest," he almost purrs, gathering Kurt's hair to one side and kissing at the claiming bites again. "And I truly believe you're capable of much more than even you can imagine."
Satisfied that they're cleaned out enough to avoid discomfort, Corrigan slides his fingers free, then tugs Kurt back to settle on his lap -- and his cock, filling them up once again. He's much more languid this time, rocking his hips slowly as he carefully untangles Kurt's long, beautiful hair, with a surprising gentleness. "But this is still new to you, little mate. And my brothers would never forgive me if I let you be hurt."
Another nuzzle to Kurt's neck, their cheek, tickling their soft skin with his rough stubble. "Tell me -- do you think anyone from the settlement will come after you?" The thought has protective fury already rising in Corrigan’s chest -- now that his eager rut has abated, he can see the old bruises, the signs of neglect. If anyone tries to steal Kurt back, the pack will have no reservations about slaughtering them.
Finally. Back where they belong. Even a minute of being empty was utter torment. Kurt sighs happily and settles back against their Alpha, enjoying each slow, lazy roll of his hips against theirs, feeling every tiny little shift of his cock inside them. This is bliss.
"Mmm... y-you're so gentle with me," Kurt hums dreamily, like that fact surprises them, a sleepy little smile spreading on their face. The trickle of water around them, the fingers in their hair, the thick cock slowly rocking into their body, it's enough to make anyone a little drowsy. Their hands reach for Corrigan under the water, gently caressing his thighs, hips, waist, fingertips teasing over firm muscle and surprisingly soft skin. He feels so good. Better than the best dream they've ever had.
Not even the question about the village can shatter Kurt's blissful reverie—though it comes close, a soft furrow appearing between their brows. "No..." they start, maybe out of wishful thinking, maybe out of a genuine belief no one from the settlement loves them enough to go searching for them.
But what will the sheriff do if he suspects savage ferals took one of his people? What will the townsfolk do when they don't receive word of their safety? What will their father do without his outlet? "... I d-don't know." Kurt frowns, turning their face to nuzzle into Corrigan's neck. "I don't w-want them to. I won't go b-back with them, Alpha, I won't..."
"No, you won't." It's immediate, firm, with that Alpha note of authority that harbors no room for arguments. Corrigan’s hands are still gentle in Kurt’s hair, braiding strands of it together to keep it out of their face, but there's a steely resolve in his tone. He'd known Kurt wouldn't want to go back -- how could they? They're home now. But he wants it very clear to his mate that no external forces could possible force them to return.
So, braid finished, he gently shifts Kurt around to face him -- still spread over his lap, still warm and shuddering around his cock, which is a nice feeling, one he could quite easily get addicted to. Both hands come up to cradle their face, thumb tracing the shape of their mouth, their full pouty lower lip. "We won't let them anywhere near you. They'll never touch you again. I swear that to you, Kurt. They won't even get near you."
Then, resting his forehead against his mate's: "Forget about that world, for now. Forget everything that isn't here, now, with us." He rolls his hips up, a bit harder, savoring how each movement prompts those soft, needy sounds from Kurt’s hoarse throat. "Forget about anything that isn't taking me inside you. How deep I am. How good it feels." Corrigan nuzzles against the throbbing claiming marks, starting to speed up his thrusts, hands gripping tight at Kurt's plush, perfect ass. "How much you want my knot again."
They can't explain why, but Corrigan's firm voice strikes them with an acute sense of peace, of security and safety, deep in their bones. It's the same feeling that shot through them back in the clearing, as they were laid down on sun-warmed grass and mayflowers, their terror soothed by Alpha's firm promise that they wouldn't come to harm. Something about that unyielding tone in his voice instinctively eases their mind. Is it a wolf thing? It must be. None of the many firm-spoken men in their life have ever made them feel like this.
Kurt can trust him to keep them safe. They know he will.
"Yes, oh y-yes," they sigh, that momentary note of worry in their voice completely dissipating, leaving only pleasure. He tells them to forget all about the human world, the sheriff, their father, their former life, everything that isn't Alpha's cock buried so deep inside—and just like that, their worries simply vanish. Why would they waste any more time worrying? Why waste a single thought on humanity, when they could focus on how good he makes them feel instead? Kurt doesn't have a good answer.
Their arms loop around Corrigan's neck, pressing closer to him as his thrusts get harder, faster, his thick cock plunging in and out of them again and again. The sound of water splashing around their bodies does nothing to drown out Kurt's sweet moans, steadily building into needy whines and cries, filling the cooling dusk air. When they bare their bitten, throbbing neck for Corrigan's mouth—like they're begging for another claim—their new braid falls thick and heavy against their back, like a caress. Alpha did that for them. Alpha is so good to them. "P-Please, that's all I want. Want your knot inside, Alpha, please, please, want it so bad, I— I w-wanna take your knot again. M-Make me take it, make me take y-your knot again, Alpha—! Aaah! Yes!"
Later, when he knows Kurt better, knows the needy, embarrassing, desperate side of them that they've kept secret for so many years, this is where Corrigan will tease them, ask them where they learned to move like that, who taught them to be such a needy wolf slut, and they'll laugh and moan and say you did, Alpha. But tonight, in the dim light of dusk, in the cool river, things are still cautious and careful. Corrigan presses his lips to Kurt's bared throat, grazes his teeth over the marks his pack has left, but doesn't bite down again. His hands grip at their ass as he rises, holding them against him as he fucks up into their needy, insatiable body, but he doesn't leave deep, stinging scratches this time.
Not yet. Not just yet. The heady haze of being claimed will pass, and there will be steps taken back for each movement forward. There are old bruises on Kurt's body that none of the wolves put there, and Corrigan is old enough to know what that means. They've been claimed and mated and bred, but they still need to be wooed, courted like only an adoring, eager wolf pack can do. But it'll take time.
Not tonight, though. Tonight Corrigan snarls his pleasure against his mate's throat, spills inside their tight, hot body and knots them deep and thick and immovable. Without the other wolves clamoring for a turn, he'll stay knotted for a while, tucking Kurt against his chest and carrying them back towards the cabin that serves as the packs den. He can feel their exhaustion, their bone-deep weariness, as well as the shivers from the cool air on their wet skin, and he wants them out of the cold.
The cabin is warm and cozily lit by the fire, a two-room affair draped in furs and the various pack member's hobbies -- Benji's carvings, Leo's weaving and so on. There's a pot of something on the fire, and Kai and Naseer lazily tussling in their massive wolf forms, the former cleaning blood off the Beta's sleek muzzle. Corrigan settles down on the pile of furs in front of the fire, stroking his hand up and down Kurt's damp back, then giving a low warning growl as Leo -- also wolf-formed -- lopes over and nuzzles at the human's bare leg. "Don't jostle them, they're tired," he grouches, cupping the wolf's long nose in his hand and giving him a warning look.
Leo huffs in annoyance, then rests his chin on Kurt's thigh, gazing up at them with bright, intelligent eyes. It's easy enough to switch between forms, but their mate is shivering a little, and wolf bodies are warmer and softer than humanoid ones.
Kurt can't tell if they came alongside him or not. They must have, for how explosive the pleasure of being knotted once again had been, their cries startling a nearby flock of birds. Or maybe they've already gotten to the point where just feeling their mate coming inside them is enough, the impossible stretch and indescribable fullness and the rounding of their tummy with Alpha's hot spend leaving them boneless and tingling with contentment against him. It's serene. Taking his knot is the greatest pleasure they've ever known.
A part of them is begrudgingly relieved that there isn't a line of four more wolves waiting for their turn with their ass again—as much as they whine and pout and demand more, wanting the whole pack all at once, they are only human, in the end. Kurt only just lost their virginity to five feral wolfmen, they're apparently mated for life with the beasts, and they're all sore and sticky and weirdly a little emotional. If they let themself truly feel how exhausted they are, they would just succumb to it, resigned to sleep for a week straight just like this, clinging to Corrigan's body with his knot buried deep inside them.
It almost feels like they've dozed off already, suddenly surrounded by warmth and the comforting smell of food, the light dimming before their closed eyes. Only when a furry snout rubs against their naked thigh do they realize they're not dreaming, but in a cabin somehow, cradled against their Alpha in a huge pile of furs. And there's a huge wolf on their leg.
"Hiii... Y-You're beautiful." It's all they can manage, voice hoarse and airy, still not convinced they're fully awake. As if on instinct, their long pale fingers start carding through the wolf's fur—could this be... Leo? can they really tell them apart?—gently petting the massive beast without a hint of fear. They marvel at how soft and fluffy he is, so warm against their chilled skin. "Th-This... You all live here?" they ask softly, gaze going between Corrigan and possibly-Leo.
The instant Kurt's small, shaky fingers card through his fur, Leo closes his eyes in a wolfish smile of bliss. The pack all grooms each other, of course -- digging thorns and burrs and other forest debris out of one another's hair and fur is a necessity. But Kurt's hands are so much softer and more delicate, seeking out that perfect hollow behind the wolf's ears and rubbing gently, like they were born knowing how. Knotting them had been amazing, but ear scritches are pure bliss. Leo's long silvery tail swishes happily back and forth, prompting Kai (a little bigger, fur a bit longer and darker) to nudge up beside him and smush his wolfy face into Kurt's hand. If Leo's enjoying himself, Kai's not gonna be left out.
Corrigan chuckles softly, leaning back against the furs and stroking his hand up and down Kurt's bare back. Despite the fire and the warmth of their Alpha so close, there are still goosebumps rising all over the human's fair skin, and a shiver to their words that isn't purely pleasure. Frowning, Corrigan meets Naseer's eyes, prompting the biggest, darkest wolf to pad over and hop up onto the makeshift couch. Corrigan himself would change, but considering he's still knotted deep inside Kurt, that might be...a bit much.
Instead he settles back, let's the wolves mill around him and nestle as close as possible, three furry bodies pressed up against Kurt's chilled skin. "We sleep here in the winter," he explains, wrapping his arms around his mate to cover the last exposed bit of them. "That's the only time of year we really feel the cold like you do. But we'll stay close to the den from now on, unless it's warm enough for you to sleep outside with us."
This is said more for the pack than Kurt -- they're not used to someone who gets cold so easily, and there's anxious twitching and rumbling among them all, even Naseer, who knows more about humans than even Corrigan. It's one thing to know logically and another to see your mate, your heart, your beloved shivering with cold. Benji is taking it the worst -- he's still pacing back and forth, in front of the fire, ears pricking at every shaky exhale from Kurt, tail cricked in anxiety.
Glancing at the youngest wolf, silvery-grey and leggy, Corrigan nudges Kurt gently, prompting them to look over. "Benjamin. He's worried you won't get warm enough." It's a gentle sort of test, seeing how well Kurt can reassure the wolves -- they'd done a beautiful job in the heat of passion, but he's curious how they'll handle an anxious, toothy creature nearly as tall as they are.
Kurt giggles a little at the gathering crowd, giving Kai—oh yeah, it's definitely Kai, they can tell—just as many scritches behind the ear as they gave his brother. For being so huge, powerful and toothy and more than twice the size of the hunting dogs back in their village, the wolves really aren't as scary as one would think. They just kind of act like overgrown puppies, smiling and panting and wagging their tails, excited about cuddles and pets. What on earth were the humans so scared of?
"You will?" They blush a little at the thought, awestruck that the pack would change up their habitat so drastically just for them. Like they really are one of them. A proper member of the pack. It makes their full stomach do giddy little flips, heart beating faster where it's pressed against Corrigan's. "I'd l-like that. Thank you so much..."
From within the veritable pile of wolves surrounding them on all sides, covering their bare skin with soft fur and body heat, Kurt sees poor Benji pacing anxiously, radiating misery. He's really this worried about them? It feels surreal, having someone cherish them so much he'd worry himself sick over them, let alone having five. Swallowing down the sudden swell of emotion, Kurt reaches out for the youngest wolf, fingers curling invitingly, a sleepy smile on their face.
"Hey, i-it's okay, Benji. You don't have to worry so much. C'mere, baby, it's okay," they gently call, ready to pet his sweet little face once he gets close. Kurt doesn't even realize they're being tested. They just want to pet their fretful mate, reassure him that they won't freeze to death in the night. "See? I'm completely fine. M-More than fine. Everyone's keeping me so warm and safe, r-right? It's okay, puppy, you can relax. That's a g-good puppy..."
When you're a creature of the forest, half-beast, half-man, you grow up learning to be cautious. Benji, raised among other wolves, had been taught that from his earliest puppyhood -- never trust an outstretched hand, never approach a human, never accept their touch. It's one of his oldest, most severe lessons, taught with growls and firm lectures and his parents clutching him close whenever he wandered too far from the pack.
But Kurt...Kurt reaches out one sleepy hand, and Benji doesn't even hesitate. He moves forward immediately, anxious and loving and whining soft, clear notes of adoration, bumping his sleek head up under their hand and licking at their palm. Kurt isn't human, enemy, dangerous, they're nate, beloved, cherished, they're those soft, sweet words and the comforting caress of long fingers through his fur. They make every bit of him, wolf and man and all that's in between sing with joy, a delight that starts with him nuzzling and mouthing at their hand and ends with his tail wagging so hard that he smacks Kai with it and earns a perturbed grumble.
Corrigan huffs out a laugh as Benji attempts to crawl up onto his lap, wanting to get even closer to Kurt, wanting to cover them with his not-at-all-small form. "All right, all right, hold on," he chuckles, gently pushing the pup away with his foot, then squeezing Kurt tight once more. "I'll be right back, beloved, don't fret," he murmurs against their forehead, before carefully disentangling himself from their embrace. His knot slips free, and Kai eagerly drags his long, hot tongue up the backs of Kurt's thighs, earning a reproachful growl from Naseer. They're supposed to be letting them rest, not getting all riled up again.
For his part, Corrigan is crossing to the fire, scooping some of the rich, meaty stew into a rough bowl, then setting it to one side. This last task done, he rolls his shoulders back a couple times, then shimmers into his own wolf form -- half again as big as even Kai, inky-black and majestic and every inch the Alpha. Gathered around Kurt, the other wolves wag their tails and nuzzle at Corrigan as he returns to the furs, all eager to be close to him, all shifting around to let him curl up closest to their mate once more. The massive, graceful wolf nudges gently at the human's hand, twitching his tail expectantly. He wants some of those ear-scratches too, please.
Oh, Kurt doesn't like being empty at all. This might be a problem. It hasn't even been half an afternoon, and they're already this miserable feeling Corrigan pull out of them, his spend trickling down their shivering thighs in slow thick trails. At least Kai licks them clean, earning soft little whines from the human, letting his long tongue against their sensitive, abused hole and the feeling of four huge, warm, fluffy bodies against theirs comfort them in their time of need.
The pack might find they have their work cut out for them, keeping their needy little mate satisfied.
When Alpha returns, cutely demanding ear scratches, Kurt giggles bright and loud, both hands finding his long, sleek face. "You really are beautiful," they murmur, gently scritching the hollows of his ears, watching how even Alpha's tail starts wagging with delight. "A-All of you are. I was so scared at first, I just... I c-can't believe how lucky I am."
Settling back down into the pile of furs and wolves, Kurt eases Corrigan down with them, wanting to curl up close to him as they drift off to sleep. They can really feel it now, the exhaustion, heavy in their bones. They rest their forehead against Corrigan's long muzzle for a moment, eyes closed in gratitude and reverence, a soft "Thank you," escaping them before they can stop themself. Then they curl up against him, within their pile of mates, drifting off to sleep with a serene smile on their face.
Naseer's eyes catch Corrigan's then, crinkling at the corners in a wolfish smile. He's never loved his brother more than he does in this moment. No one on this earth is more fit to be their mate than Kurt is, and he just... knew they would be there. That they would want this. It's nothing short of a miracle.
The warm, miraculous feeling carries into the next morning, which dawns clear and bright and perfect. The pack rises early, wagging tails and silent, canine delight at the sight of Kurt curled up in the furs, perfect and warm and safe and theirs. It takes a few stern jabs from Naseer to herd the younger wolves away, so they don't wake up their exhausted little human. Corrigan stays, curled up in the fur, letting the pack go off to hunt down breakfast. The heat and hormones of the night before have somewhat abated, and it's time to think practically -- its still the heat of summer, but Kurt will need things to stay warm and fed, and the pack is always thinking about the upcoming bitter winter. Now with a mate to provide for, there'll be more hunts than ever.
But for this morning, Corrigan simply allows himself the domestic comfort of sleeping in a bit, shimmering back to his humanoid form so he can wrap his arms around Kurt and pull them close, kissing at the back of their neck. The birds outside are near-deafening, and there's a low grumble in the alpha’s stomach that finally prompts him to sit up. If he's hungry, Kurt must be starving. The stew is still warm, resting over the low coals of the fire, and Corrigan scoops some into a bowl, fetching another one of water from the rain barrel, then setting both near the couch.
Then, softening, he reaches out to stroke a loose wave of hair out of Kurt's sleeping face. "Wake up, little one," he murmurs, fingers gentle down the shape of their cheek.
The first thing Kurt feels upon waking up is the pain. Not even their worst beatings have left them hurting this bad. From the burn in their muscles to the ache of handprint-shaped bruises to the ring of deep, scarring bite marks encircling their neck, not to mention the shocks of pain shooting up their spine whenever they shift their legs. It hits them all at once as soon as they're roused from their slumber, their eyes slowly opening to the sight of Corrigan sitting beside them.
Another sensation hits them then, as they realize yesterday wasn't a wild fever dream after all. Corrigan. The pack. The claiming. Kurt is still too sleepy, too groggy—and in too much pain—to jerk upright in fear, but they still feel their gut plummeting, a wash of cold sweat prickling on their naked skin once it all dawns on them.
They're bonded to them now. All five of them. Claimed for life, like a marriage pact. This is their home now, with the pack, forever. And while that thought had brought them so much comfort and hope and purpose yesterday, today they're struck by the reality of their situation. What marriage actually entails.
"A-Alpha?" they croak out, shocked at how hoarse and small their voice is. Hours of dehydration and screaming and taking a beast cock down their throat really did a number on them. It hurts. But they can't bear the thought of how bad it will hurt if they don't hurry and live up to the pack's expectations. They clear their throat, slowly sitting up, blearily looking around the dusty little cabin. "Um... Wh-Where is everyone?"
Kurt forgets -- or perhaps they aren't aware yet -- that Corrigan’s senses aren't those of an ordinary man. He can hear their pulse immediately skyrocket when he touches them, the soft hitch in their breath when they move, the swallowed-back wince of pain when they speak. More than that, he can smell it -- the mixture of fear and pain that had been clouded by desire the day before. He's privately glad the pack is away, because they would've been inconsolable at their mate's discomfort of any kind, much less the full-body scent of pain.
He's a little inconsolable himself, but he hides it well, arm immediately going out to support Kurt’s upper back, strong and warm and immovable. "Easy, go slowly," he murmurs, reaching for the water bowl first and bringing it to Kurt's lips. "Sip, little at a time," he prompts, moving around to sit behind the small human, supporting them with his body. "The pack's out on a hunt, they'll be back soon. Don't fret."
Their heart is still beating far too fast, and Corrigan resists the urge to demand why. His mark is on their neck, vivid and angry-red, but undeniable -- they're his, nothing and nobody can hurt them. Why does he still smell fear on them? Instead he simply let's himself assume it's due to the pain, the after effects of a truly raucous claiming. Pain heals, as do wounds. No reason for him to get worked up.
Pressing his lips to the mark, Corrigan resists the urge to turn back into a wolf and clean the wounds again and again, until that tight, pained note leaves Kurt's hoarse voice. Instead, gently: "Tell me what hurts the most. Naseer's been stocking up on remedies for weeks now, we have more than enough."
Kurt has to fight not to flinch away from the Alpha's big hands, finding their body to support them, to soothe their aches. It's not that they're scared of him, but... No, that's a lie, they are scared of him. Terrified. Yes, he's been so kind and gentle and good to them, showering them with praise and attention, making them feel so so good. He's also huge and immensely powerful. They've seen him transform into a beastly wolf as tall as they are before their very eyes. They've felt on their body just what he is capable of doing to them when he's pleased with them. The mere thought of what he will do should he ever find himself displeased is enough to chill the blood in their veins. Not to mention their other four equally powerful, equally terrifying mates, mercifully not in the cabin right now.
Father doesn't like it when they flinch away. They are to take his punishments standing tall and straight, to face the consequences of their actions like any other decent human. If they want to act like a girl, he'd say, they should take it like a girl would from her husband. So when Corrigan settles behind them, his beautiful powerful terrifying body pressed flush against their own, Kurt doesn't flinch. They do as they're told, slowly sipping cool rain water from the bowl he'd handed them, a little at a time, trying not to fret.
If the only thing keeping them from potentially being punished by the beastly jaws of their wolf mate, Kurt will do whatever he says. They will obey without question. They were always good at surviving.
"U-Um... I'm not sure," they wheeze, frowning softly, trying to decide what hurts the most through the roar of blood rushing in their ears. It's okay. Don't fret. If you just do what you're told, if you just obey, you'll be fine. He won't hurt you... unless you mess up. Kurt shifts a little in their seat, hissing at the sharp burn between their legs. For having been manhandled so much and bitten so deep mere inches from where their pulse throbs in their throat, it's actually their wifely duties that has left them the most sore. Off to a great start.
"I think... d-down there." The little human blushes scarlet at their admission, ashamed at their own weakness. Deep breaths. Small sips at a time. It'll be okay. Just obey.
The blushing is -- sweet. Considering that less than 12 hours ago, Kurt had been shamelessly begging to be fucked harder and deeper and more, the fact that they're red-faced about the topic is amusing. Or it would be, if Corrigan weren't distracted by the frenetic pounding of their heart, the thrum of blood in their veins. Their voice is soft, respectful, they aren't flinching away from his touch, but their whole body is on high alert. The Alpha can't make sense of it -- there's no threat he can sense, nowhere in the cabin or the woods surrounding. Everything is safe, calm.
So why is his mate acting like a cornered rabbit, seconds from having their throat torn out? More than that, why are they trying to hide that fear from him? Had something made them afraid of being honest? Had one of the pups said something careless? It doesn't make sense to Corrigan, with his admittedly limited experience with humans. What is Kurt so scared of?
Wolves aren't subtle creatures -- every emotion is telegraphed through a myriad of body language cues, annoyance and delight as evident as if it were spelled out. Even now, puzzling over the cause of Kurt's fear, Corrigan’s expression is stormy, a low rumble of annoyance building in his chest. If there were a cause, he could solve the problem -- he'd chase it away, beat it into submission. But he doesn't understand.
Still, the admittance of where they hurt gives him enough to work with. Corrigan carefully moves away, though he pushes the furs into a secure lump for Kurt to lean against, and ensures their shaky hands have a firm grip on the water. "That makes sense," he offers -- because it does, they're very small, the wolves are very big. Of course there's some discomfort. A thought occurs to him as he's digging out powdered something-or-other from the messy cupboards, and he tilts his head at Kurt. "Had you never...was that your first time?"
Now that he looks back, it's blatantly obvious what the answer is, but at the time Corrigan had been...a little distracted, to say the least.
Wolves may not be subtle creatures, but Corrigan is still doing a good job of hiding his frustration from Kurt, all things considered. He's gentle with them, affirming their line of thought, making sure they're comfortable as he gets up to find something for their pains. There's nothing he's really doing that should make Kurt fear for their safety.
Except they can tell he's not pleased. They don't know what or how or why–maybe the way his face furrows against their neck, maybe the first rumblings of a growl in his chest, maybe the claiming bites that connect them are messing with their head—but they know for a fact Corrigan is upset about something. It must be them. They're not compliant enough, not eager enough, not happy enough in their role as his mate. Yesterday, they'd been falling over themself to please and serve him, they'd been so grateful to him for claiming them. Of course he'd be upset with their sudden shift. He wouldn't understand why they're afraid.
So they try to pull themself together, shifting in the furs to get more comfortable, sucking down deep calming breaths. They have to make a good impression, endear themself to Corrigan before they give him a reason to really get upset. Even though his question makes them blush even harder, Kurt just has to swallow their embarrassment and nod softly, meeting his gaze, trying to get back to that fearless place they found themself in yesterday.
"Yes, I... Y-You were my first, Alpha." Maybe he'll like that. Men like that, don't they? Being with virgins? Kurt offers a wobbly smile, clearly embarrassed and aching, but really needing the approval of their mate. "It was th-the best first time I could've ever dreamed of. You made me feel really good, all of you... I-I'm sure I'll get used to it fast, Alpha, you won't have to take care of me like this every time, d-don't worry." They hope. God, they hope.
Is that it? Are they simply embarrassed about a perceived lack of experience? Corrigan can feel in his bones that it's more, that there's something huge and dark and all-encompassing behind that shaky little smile. He can sense it like he'd been able to sense Miles's impending treachery -- something dangerous threatening his pack. Not from Kurt (never, they'd never hurt any of the wolves, he knows that just as bone-deep), but still something they carry, hidden with compliant words and a forced smile. Miles, at least, could be physically attacked and chased away.
Corrigan doesn't know what to do with something invisible, something that haunts every move his mate makes.
So he focuses on what he can do -- grabbing the powdered whatsit (helpfully labeled with a smiling face, since Naseer knows his alpha doesn't do great with written words) and a salve made from the same plant, then crossing back to the couch. The powdered remedy is mixed into the stew, the salve opened and scooped carefully into one hand, rubbed between Corrigan’s big palms to warm it.
"Kurt," he begins, nudging their long thick braid to one side so he can slowly spread the salve over the bite marks -- both those of claiming and those of frenetic passion. "I have been waiting my entire life to be able to take care of you. It's not a burden. It's my pleasure." Then he nods towards the stew. "You should eat. Tell me if it's too hot."
His kind words and gentle, soothing touch does help ease Kurt's nerves bit by bit. The salve makes their skin tingle. It smells like potent herbs, earthy and sharp and warm. Healing, just like his touch. When they look up at Corrigan, they see a huge and powerful creature whose strength is truly intimidating. But they also see a man who, despite the concerned furrow of his brow, seems to be telling the truth.
He really wants to take care of them. He wouldn't hurt them over nothing. Kurt tries to settle into that thought, to really believe it, letting themself relax under his gentle touch. They really aren't a burden for being hurt. Good.
They just have to be careful to stay that way. To not become a burden in other ways.
"Th-Thank you," they say, growing calmer by the minute. They bring the rough-hewn bowl to their lips, the grassy scent of the herbal powder in their stew enveloping them as they eat, little mouthfuls at a time. It's really good. Being a pack mate is hungry work, turns out.
Speaking of. "Um... So what does a pack mate do?" they ask, still a little timid, like they feel silly for not knowing. Human relationships are probably way different from wolf ones. "I mean, wh-what are my duties here? My responsibilities? I— I wanna do it right."
If Corrigan had thought, even for a moment, that Kurt's effect on him would be less potent without the dizzying effects of rut, he definitely doesn't think that now. They blink up at him with those huge, bright eyes, a shade of blue he's only ever seen on the brightest summer days, in the deepest part of the sky, and Corrigan can feel the whole world shudder. Kurt could ask him anything, command him, plead him, and he'd do it. Anything. Everything.
An Alpha exists for their pack, to protect and guide and lead it, to give it their life, if need be. But from that exact second, Corrigan’s soul is held in the shaky hands of someone he's known for less than a day, someone who can't even conceive of the power they now have. It's a staggering, dizzying thing, and Corrigan actually has to glance away to collect himself for a moment.
"Mmmm, it depends," he begins, focusing on rubbing the salve into the wounds ringing Kurt's neck. He knows from experience that it'll tingle, then warm, replacing any lingering aches with a loose, relaxed feeling. The pack keeps a lot of it on hand, both for its healing properties and for more...frivolous pursuits. Speaking of, Corrigan waits until Kurt's paused in their eating, not wanting to jostle them while holding hot stew. Then he scoops them back on his lap, one hand behind their thigh, tugging it towards their chest, while his salve-slick hand slips down to stroke over their hole -- still warm and swollen to the touch, easily accepting the wolf's fingers inside.
Speaking like he hadn't suddenly started fingering them mid-conversatiob -- casual, calm, unhurried -- Corrigan continues: "You won't be expected to hunt or gather supplies, not unless you want to. Especially at the beginning, you'll stay close to the den, help keep it in order, maybe get Naseer to actually throw away some of the things he has hoarded in the attic." He chuckles fondly, like he doesn't have two fingers buried to the knuckle inside Kurt, moving in slow, soothing circles, rubbing the salve in. They had said "down there" hurt the most, right? He's helping!
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But today, this first time -- it's special, it's nearly holy, the culmination of fate and the pack's collective longing. They may tease and bicker like true brothers, but each is just as delighted by the other's pleasure as his own. And Benji holds a soft spot in each of their hearts, the youngest, the newest to the pack, just coming into his own as a true wolf.
So, after nuzzling once more at the marks he's left on Kurt's heaving chest, Kai shifts back, spent cock sliding free of their swollen, abused hole, followed by his spend leaking down their thighs. "C'mere, pup, look like you're gonna pass out," he huffs as Leo scoops Kurt up with his big hands beneath their thighs, his own cock still pulsing inside them.
Benji scowls, even as he eagerly scrambles closer, cheeks flushed, hands clumsy and eager as they reach out for Kurt. "I'm not a pup," he grumbles, elbowing at Kai as he passes, and earning himself a smack on the ass. He settles, sitting back on his heels, palms hesitantly sliding up over Kurt's rounded stomach, the bitemarks on their chest, the tears and come and saliva on their face. Leo slips free, then gently guides their mate into Benji's lap, his cock sliding easily inside their messy hole.
Benji's arms wrap around Kurt, his whole body shuddering at the hot, slick grip around his cock. He mosns and mouths at their neck, hips bucking helplessly, plunging as deep as he can again and again. "S-Sorry, you j-just...feel so g-good inside," he manages to pant out, pulling back enough to meet Kurt's eyes, his own sweetly anxious. "You're -- okay? Are you all right?" He knows his brothers would never deliberately hurt someone so precious, but having been on the receiving end of their combined attentions, he knew how overwhelming it could be.
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"Y-Yes," they manage, wet and shivery but bright, a shaky smile on their lips. Their teeth are a little crooked, their grin lopsided and warm. Benji is so sweet to ask them. "Yes, I— I f-feel amazing. I've never— aah—! You all feel s-so good, Benji, I've n-never felt anything like this before. I didn't know, I— I didn't know."
Their whole life, they've been lied to. About wolves, about sex, about pleasure. About what their own body can do. Feeling Benji so deep inside, his thighs slick with his brothers' come, his body pressed so close to theirs, their cock wedged between their stomachs, makes Kurt feel like they can do anything. They can do this. They can be the pack's prized mate.
Trembling with pleasure, with need for more, Kurt holds on to Benji tighter and starts moving in his lap, rising on his cock before dropping back down, over and over. They throw their head back, crying their pleasure as they ride his cock, thighs trembling, picking up speed. "F-Faster, Benji, harder, p-please! Aah— y-you feel so good! Yes, y-yes, yes!"
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But more importantly, they can care for the lonely group of wolves, hold the six of them together with their affection and kindness, become the center of each wolf's world. A pack with a mate to protect and provide for is a stronger, more cohesive group. Corrigan suspects that with a mate like Kurt, the already-strong group will be nearly unstoppable.
They seem to be enjoying themselves too -- moaning and crying out as they ride Benji's cock, as his eager hands squeeze and grab hungrily at their body, as he thrusts up hard and fast, chasing the peak of his pleasure as only a young wolf can. Corrigan feels something settle in his chest as Benji groans thickly, teeth finding a spot on Kurt's neck, completing the ring of claiming marks as he knots them. It's finished. The pack has made Kurt theirs, irrevocably, irreversibly. Nothing can take them away now.
Nuzzling against Naseer's shoulder, the Alpha murmurs something about ensuring there are enough leftovers from the hunt last night, having the others finish preparing the cabin. Usually the pack hunts nightly, spends the midnight hours out in the wilderness -- but Kurt needs to rest, and none of them will want to be far from their mate tonight.
Then Corrigan rises, walking over to where Kurt and Benji are locked in an embrace, catching their breaths. He can see the youngest wolf's knot already going down, his seed dripping down Kurt's shaky thighs, and he strokes Benji's hair away from his face, promptingly. "Very well-done," he murmurs, nuzzling at his brother's neck, then gently scooping Kurt up, cradling them to his chest. "Go help prepare the den. Give them somewhere nice to sleep. I'll clean them up."
And yes, that involves settling Kurt's weary, shaky form in his lap and sliding his cock back inside them as soon as he enters the sunwarmed river. Corrigan can help clean his little mate while enjoying them again -- simple multitasking. "Still awake, little bird?"
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So the younger wolves, invigorated with renewed purpose and a need to impress, to protect, to provide, all rush off to prepare the cabin, eager to make their den into a home. Even Naseer, not satisfied with offering his mate mere leftovers to eat, shimmers into his wolf form and darts into the woods to hunt fresh food, knowing everyone will need to refuel and gather their strength in the coming days. Not to mention celebrate.
Any new addition to a pack is cause for celebration, of course, but nothing compares to finally, finally, getting to claim a mate. It calls for a feast of fish and fowl and bushels of berries. They'll all be much too busy to hunt for a while, anyway.
It's not the pounding of retreating footsteps nor the caress of running water that stirs the weary little human back to life, but Alpha's cock sliding inside them once more, longer and thicker and harder than all the others, reaching all the way up to their fluttering soul. Kurt moans, head falling back against Corrigan's shoulder, their body shuddering with pleasure as they slowly grind their hips down into his lap. They luxuriate in the feeling of the wolf stirring up their insides, their hole so sensitive now compared to when he first entered them, soft but hungry, greedily squeezing around his cock. Even after being taken five times over, pumped full to bursting with the pack's seed, Kurt's body still instinctively tries milking more out of him. They really were born for this.
"Mmnh... Y-Yes, 'm awake," they murmur, eyes closed, their back flush against Corrigan's muscled front. Without conscious thought, they start running their trembling hands over their rounded belly, their tender puffy bitten chest, the claiming bites adorning their neck like exquisite pearls. By human standards, they must look utterly savaged. But they've never felt farther from it as they rock on Alpha's cock, as they arch into their own hands, pale skin hot and glistening in the sun with blood and sweat and tears and come and river water. Rather than savaged than stolen and brutalized, Kurt has never felt more beautiful. "Alpha... f-feels so good, Alpha... Don't e-ever want you to stop, p-please, never stop..."
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Still, the sun is getting lower and lower in the sky, the faint chill of night lacing through the warm wind, and Corrigan wants Kurt safely snuggled in their den before the moon is out. He thinks briefly of Miles, of the audacious attempted coup and the days of insubordination that preceeded it, and his grip tightens protectively on Kurt. Miles had made his choice, knowing the pack would choose a mate soon -- he'd wanted the privileges Corrigan has, wanted to be the one with first and last claim to the chosen human's body, wanted to exert his dominance over them. The thought of it makes the Alpha’s blood run hot with possessiveness, nails digging into Kurt's pale skin, marking them up even more. Miles will never so much as look at their mate, much less touch them.
Putting the thought aside, Corrigan gently scoops up handfuls of river water, cleaning the blood and come and sweat off Kurt's shuddering body with slow, lingering movements of his big hands. "You need to rest, my mate," he says firmly, scooping Kurt up and off his cock so he can ease his fingers inside their soft, tender hole, cleaning them out with careful motions. Much as he likes the look of them, belly full and rounded, they need to eat as well, and sleep comfortably. "We'll stay close, but you can't take all of us without a break, little one."
A pause, then Corrigan smooths a hand over Kurt's stomach, hiding a smirk against their neck. "Not yet."
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But they had been woefully wrong. Not only has Kurt discovered the most delicious, all-consuming, earth-shattering pleasure within the pack, but they've found companions. Protectors and providers who swear loyalty to them, who shower them with affection and love and undying claims, who will give them a true purpose. They haven't been snatched and soiled and broken. They've come home.
So they're a little needy now. A lot needy. "N-Not fair," they mumble, unable to stop their hips from bucking into Corrigan's hand, wanting to feel his fingers reach deeper, fill them up more, even as he tries to clean them. The claw marks Alpha left behind sting when they move, sharp and beautiful on their skin. "Don't wanna rest. I t-took all of you just fine..." They say that, but they can barely keep their eyes open, fatigue seeping deep into their bones. Now that they're not constantly getting fucked, the day's trials are starting to catch up with them.
The Alpha's final tease does make Kurt perk up a little, hope singing in their chest. So they're a lot needy now. Whose fault is that? "Not yet? S-So I'll be able to one day?" Big trusting eyes glance up at the wolf, the sorry pout on their lips disappearing.
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Satisfied that they're cleaned out enough to avoid discomfort, Corrigan slides his fingers free, then tugs Kurt back to settle on his lap -- and his cock, filling them up once again. He's much more languid this time, rocking his hips slowly as he carefully untangles Kurt's long, beautiful hair, with a surprising gentleness. "But this is still new to you, little mate. And my brothers would never forgive me if I let you be hurt."
Another nuzzle to Kurt's neck, their cheek, tickling their soft skin with his rough stubble. "Tell me -- do you think anyone from the settlement will come after you?" The thought has protective fury already rising in Corrigan’s chest -- now that his eager rut has abated, he can see the old bruises, the signs of neglect. If anyone tries to steal Kurt back, the pack will have no reservations about slaughtering them.
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"Mmm... y-you're so gentle with me," Kurt hums dreamily, like that fact surprises them, a sleepy little smile spreading on their face. The trickle of water around them, the fingers in their hair, the thick cock slowly rocking into their body, it's enough to make anyone a little drowsy. Their hands reach for Corrigan under the water, gently caressing his thighs, hips, waist, fingertips teasing over firm muscle and surprisingly soft skin. He feels so good. Better than the best dream they've ever had.
Not even the question about the village can shatter Kurt's blissful reverie—though it comes close, a soft furrow appearing between their brows. "No..." they start, maybe out of wishful thinking, maybe out of a genuine belief no one from the settlement loves them enough to go searching for them.
But what will the sheriff do if he suspects savage ferals took one of his people? What will the townsfolk do when they don't receive word of their safety? What will their father do without his outlet? "... I d-don't know." Kurt frowns, turning their face to nuzzle into Corrigan's neck. "I don't w-want them to. I won't go b-back with them, Alpha, I won't..."
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So, braid finished, he gently shifts Kurt around to face him -- still spread over his lap, still warm and shuddering around his cock, which is a nice feeling, one he could quite easily get addicted to. Both hands come up to cradle their face, thumb tracing the shape of their mouth, their full pouty lower lip. "We won't let them anywhere near you. They'll never touch you again. I swear that to you, Kurt. They won't even get near you."
Then, resting his forehead against his mate's: "Forget about that world, for now. Forget everything that isn't here, now, with us." He rolls his hips up, a bit harder, savoring how each movement prompts those soft, needy sounds from Kurt’s hoarse throat. "Forget about anything that isn't taking me inside you. How deep I am. How good it feels." Corrigan nuzzles against the throbbing claiming marks, starting to speed up his thrusts, hands gripping tight at Kurt's plush, perfect ass. "How much you want my knot again."
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Kurt can trust him to keep them safe. They know he will.
"Yes, oh y-yes," they sigh, that momentary note of worry in their voice completely dissipating, leaving only pleasure. He tells them to forget all about the human world, the sheriff, their father, their former life, everything that isn't Alpha's cock buried so deep inside—and just like that, their worries simply vanish. Why would they waste any more time worrying? Why waste a single thought on humanity, when they could focus on how good he makes them feel instead? Kurt doesn't have a good answer.
Their arms loop around Corrigan's neck, pressing closer to him as his thrusts get harder, faster, his thick cock plunging in and out of them again and again. The sound of water splashing around their bodies does nothing to drown out Kurt's sweet moans, steadily building into needy whines and cries, filling the cooling dusk air. When they bare their bitten, throbbing neck for Corrigan's mouth—like they're begging for another claim—their new braid falls thick and heavy against their back, like a caress. Alpha did that for them. Alpha is so good to them. "P-Please, that's all I want. Want your knot inside, Alpha, please, please, want it so bad, I— I w-wanna take your knot again. M-Make me take it, make me take y-your knot again, Alpha—! Aaah! Yes!"
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Not yet. Not just yet. The heady haze of being claimed will pass, and there will be steps taken back for each movement forward. There are old bruises on Kurt's body that none of the wolves put there, and Corrigan is old enough to know what that means. They've been claimed and mated and bred, but they still need to be wooed, courted like only an adoring, eager wolf pack can do. But it'll take time.
Not tonight, though. Tonight Corrigan snarls his pleasure against his mate's throat, spills inside their tight, hot body and knots them deep and thick and immovable. Without the other wolves clamoring for a turn, he'll stay knotted for a while, tucking Kurt against his chest and carrying them back towards the cabin that serves as the packs den. He can feel their exhaustion, their bone-deep weariness, as well as the shivers from the cool air on their wet skin, and he wants them out of the cold.
The cabin is warm and cozily lit by the fire, a two-room affair draped in furs and the various pack member's hobbies -- Benji's carvings, Leo's weaving and so on. There's a pot of something on the fire, and Kai and Naseer lazily tussling in their massive wolf forms, the former cleaning blood off the Beta's sleek muzzle. Corrigan settles down on the pile of furs in front of the fire, stroking his hand up and down Kurt's damp back, then giving a low warning growl as Leo -- also wolf-formed -- lopes over and nuzzles at the human's bare leg. "Don't jostle them, they're tired," he grouches, cupping the wolf's long nose in his hand and giving him a warning look.
Leo huffs in annoyance, then rests his chin on Kurt's thigh, gazing up at them with bright, intelligent eyes. It's easy enough to switch between forms, but their mate is shivering a little, and wolf bodies are warmer and softer than humanoid ones.
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A part of them is begrudgingly relieved that there isn't a line of four more wolves waiting for their turn with their ass again—as much as they whine and pout and demand more, wanting the whole pack all at once, they are only human, in the end. Kurt only just lost their virginity to five feral wolfmen, they're apparently mated for life with the beasts, and they're all sore and sticky and weirdly a little emotional. If they let themself truly feel how exhausted they are, they would just succumb to it, resigned to sleep for a week straight just like this, clinging to Corrigan's body with his knot buried deep inside them.
It almost feels like they've dozed off already, suddenly surrounded by warmth and the comforting smell of food, the light dimming before their closed eyes. Only when a furry snout rubs against their naked thigh do they realize they're not dreaming, but in a cabin somehow, cradled against their Alpha in a huge pile of furs. And there's a huge wolf on their leg.
"Hiii... Y-You're beautiful." It's all they can manage, voice hoarse and airy, still not convinced they're fully awake. As if on instinct, their long pale fingers start carding through the wolf's fur—could this be... Leo? can they really tell them apart?—gently petting the massive beast without a hint of fear. They marvel at how soft and fluffy he is, so warm against their chilled skin. "Th-This... You all live here?" they ask softly, gaze going between Corrigan and possibly-Leo.
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Corrigan chuckles softly, leaning back against the furs and stroking his hand up and down Kurt's bare back. Despite the fire and the warmth of their Alpha so close, there are still goosebumps rising all over the human's fair skin, and a shiver to their words that isn't purely pleasure. Frowning, Corrigan meets Naseer's eyes, prompting the biggest, darkest wolf to pad over and hop up onto the makeshift couch. Corrigan himself would change, but considering he's still knotted deep inside Kurt, that might be...a bit much.
Instead he settles back, let's the wolves mill around him and nestle as close as possible, three furry bodies pressed up against Kurt's chilled skin. "We sleep here in the winter," he explains, wrapping his arms around his mate to cover the last exposed bit of them. "That's the only time of year we really feel the cold like you do. But we'll stay close to the den from now on, unless it's warm enough for you to sleep outside with us."
This is said more for the pack than Kurt -- they're not used to someone who gets cold so easily, and there's anxious twitching and rumbling among them all, even Naseer, who knows more about humans than even Corrigan. It's one thing to know logically and another to see your mate, your heart, your beloved shivering with cold. Benji is taking it the worst -- he's still pacing back and forth, in front of the fire, ears pricking at every shaky exhale from Kurt, tail cricked in anxiety.
Glancing at the youngest wolf, silvery-grey and leggy, Corrigan nudges Kurt gently, prompting them to look over. "Benjamin. He's worried you won't get warm enough." It's a gentle sort of test, seeing how well Kurt can reassure the wolves -- they'd done a beautiful job in the heat of passion, but he's curious how they'll handle an anxious, toothy creature nearly as tall as they are.
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"You will?" They blush a little at the thought, awestruck that the pack would change up their habitat so drastically just for them. Like they really are one of them. A proper member of the pack. It makes their full stomach do giddy little flips, heart beating faster where it's pressed against Corrigan's. "I'd l-like that. Thank you so much..."
From within the veritable pile of wolves surrounding them on all sides, covering their bare skin with soft fur and body heat, Kurt sees poor Benji pacing anxiously, radiating misery. He's really this worried about them? It feels surreal, having someone cherish them so much he'd worry himself sick over them, let alone having five. Swallowing down the sudden swell of emotion, Kurt reaches out for the youngest wolf, fingers curling invitingly, a sleepy smile on their face.
"Hey, i-it's okay, Benji. You don't have to worry so much. C'mere, baby, it's okay," they gently call, ready to pet his sweet little face once he gets close. Kurt doesn't even realize they're being tested. They just want to pet their fretful mate, reassure him that they won't freeze to death in the night. "See? I'm completely fine. M-More than fine. Everyone's keeping me so warm and safe, r-right? It's okay, puppy, you can relax. That's a g-good puppy..."
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But Kurt...Kurt reaches out one sleepy hand, and Benji doesn't even hesitate. He moves forward immediately, anxious and loving and whining soft, clear notes of adoration, bumping his sleek head up under their hand and licking at their palm. Kurt isn't human, enemy, dangerous, they're nate, beloved, cherished, they're those soft, sweet words and the comforting caress of long fingers through his fur. They make every bit of him, wolf and man and all that's in between sing with joy, a delight that starts with him nuzzling and mouthing at their hand and ends with his tail wagging so hard that he smacks Kai with it and earns a perturbed grumble.
Corrigan huffs out a laugh as Benji attempts to crawl up onto his lap, wanting to get even closer to Kurt, wanting to cover them with his not-at-all-small form. "All right, all right, hold on," he chuckles, gently pushing the pup away with his foot, then squeezing Kurt tight once more. "I'll be right back, beloved, don't fret," he murmurs against their forehead, before carefully disentangling himself from their embrace. His knot slips free, and Kai eagerly drags his long, hot tongue up the backs of Kurt's thighs, earning a reproachful growl from Naseer. They're supposed to be letting them rest, not getting all riled up again.
For his part, Corrigan is crossing to the fire, scooping some of the rich, meaty stew into a rough bowl, then setting it to one side. This last task done, he rolls his shoulders back a couple times, then shimmers into his own wolf form -- half again as big as even Kai, inky-black and majestic and every inch the Alpha. Gathered around Kurt, the other wolves wag their tails and nuzzle at Corrigan as he returns to the furs, all eager to be close to him, all shifting around to let him curl up closest to their mate once more. The massive, graceful wolf nudges gently at the human's hand, twitching his tail expectantly. He wants some of those ear-scratches too, please.
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The pack might find they have their work cut out for them, keeping their needy little mate satisfied.
When Alpha returns, cutely demanding ear scratches, Kurt giggles bright and loud, both hands finding his long, sleek face. "You really are beautiful," they murmur, gently scritching the hollows of his ears, watching how even Alpha's tail starts wagging with delight. "A-All of you are. I was so scared at first, I just... I c-can't believe how lucky I am."
Settling back down into the pile of furs and wolves, Kurt eases Corrigan down with them, wanting to curl up close to him as they drift off to sleep. They can really feel it now, the exhaustion, heavy in their bones. They rest their forehead against Corrigan's long muzzle for a moment, eyes closed in gratitude and reverence, a soft "Thank you," escaping them before they can stop themself. Then they curl up against him, within their pile of mates, drifting off to sleep with a serene smile on their face.
Naseer's eyes catch Corrigan's then, crinkling at the corners in a wolfish smile. He's never loved his brother more than he does in this moment. No one on this earth is more fit to be their mate than Kurt is, and he just... knew they would be there. That they would want this. It's nothing short of a miracle.
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But for this morning, Corrigan simply allows himself the domestic comfort of sleeping in a bit, shimmering back to his humanoid form so he can wrap his arms around Kurt and pull them close, kissing at the back of their neck. The birds outside are near-deafening, and there's a low grumble in the alpha’s stomach that finally prompts him to sit up. If he's hungry, Kurt must be starving. The stew is still warm, resting over the low coals of the fire, and Corrigan scoops some into a bowl, fetching another one of water from the rain barrel, then setting both near the couch.
Then, softening, he reaches out to stroke a loose wave of hair out of Kurt's sleeping face. "Wake up, little one," he murmurs, fingers gentle down the shape of their cheek.
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Another sensation hits them then, as they realize yesterday wasn't a wild fever dream after all. Corrigan. The pack. The claiming. Kurt is still too sleepy, too groggy—and in too much pain—to jerk upright in fear, but they still feel their gut plummeting, a wash of cold sweat prickling on their naked skin once it all dawns on them.
They're bonded to them now. All five of them. Claimed for life, like a marriage pact. This is their home now, with the pack, forever. And while that thought had brought them so much comfort and hope and purpose yesterday, today they're struck by the reality of their situation. What marriage actually entails.
"A-Alpha?" they croak out, shocked at how hoarse and small their voice is. Hours of dehydration and screaming and taking a beast cock down their throat really did a number on them. It hurts. But they can't bear the thought of how bad it will hurt if they don't hurry and live up to the pack's expectations. They clear their throat, slowly sitting up, blearily looking around the dusty little cabin. "Um... Wh-Where is everyone?"
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He's a little inconsolable himself, but he hides it well, arm immediately going out to support Kurt’s upper back, strong and warm and immovable. "Easy, go slowly," he murmurs, reaching for the water bowl first and bringing it to Kurt's lips. "Sip, little at a time," he prompts, moving around to sit behind the small human, supporting them with his body. "The pack's out on a hunt, they'll be back soon. Don't fret."
Their heart is still beating far too fast, and Corrigan resists the urge to demand why. His mark is on their neck, vivid and angry-red, but undeniable -- they're his, nothing and nobody can hurt them. Why does he still smell fear on them? Instead he simply let's himself assume it's due to the pain, the after effects of a truly raucous claiming. Pain heals, as do wounds. No reason for him to get worked up.
Pressing his lips to the mark, Corrigan resists the urge to turn back into a wolf and clean the wounds again and again, until that tight, pained note leaves Kurt's hoarse voice. Instead, gently: "Tell me what hurts the most. Naseer's been stocking up on remedies for weeks now, we have more than enough."
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Father doesn't like it when they flinch away. They are to take his punishments standing tall and straight, to face the consequences of their actions like any other decent human. If they want to act like a girl, he'd say, they should take it like a girl would from her husband. So when Corrigan settles behind them, his beautiful powerful terrifying body pressed flush against their own, Kurt doesn't flinch. They do as they're told, slowly sipping cool rain water from the bowl he'd handed them, a little at a time, trying not to fret.
If the only thing keeping them from potentially being punished by the beastly jaws of their wolf mate, Kurt will do whatever he says. They will obey without question. They were always good at surviving.
"U-Um... I'm not sure," they wheeze, frowning softly, trying to decide what hurts the most through the roar of blood rushing in their ears. It's okay. Don't fret. If you just do what you're told, if you just obey, you'll be fine. He won't hurt you... unless you mess up. Kurt shifts a little in their seat, hissing at the sharp burn between their legs. For having been manhandled so much and bitten so deep mere inches from where their pulse throbs in their throat, it's actually their wifely duties that has left them the most sore. Off to a great start.
"I think... d-down there." The little human blushes scarlet at their admission, ashamed at their own weakness. Deep breaths. Small sips at a time. It'll be okay. Just obey.
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So why is his mate acting like a cornered rabbit, seconds from having their throat torn out? More than that, why are they trying to hide that fear from him? Had something made them afraid of being honest? Had one of the pups said something careless? It doesn't make sense to Corrigan, with his admittedly limited experience with humans. What is Kurt so scared of?
Wolves aren't subtle creatures -- every emotion is telegraphed through a myriad of body language cues, annoyance and delight as evident as if it were spelled out. Even now, puzzling over the cause of Kurt's fear, Corrigan’s expression is stormy, a low rumble of annoyance building in his chest. If there were a cause, he could solve the problem -- he'd chase it away, beat it into submission. But he doesn't understand.
Still, the admittance of where they hurt gives him enough to work with. Corrigan carefully moves away, though he pushes the furs into a secure lump for Kurt to lean against, and ensures their shaky hands have a firm grip on the water. "That makes sense," he offers -- because it does, they're very small, the wolves are very big. Of course there's some discomfort. A thought occurs to him as he's digging out powdered something-or-other from the messy cupboards, and he tilts his head at Kurt. "Had you never...was that your first time?"
Now that he looks back, it's blatantly obvious what the answer is, but at the time Corrigan had been...a little distracted, to say the least.
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Except they can tell he's not pleased. They don't know what or how or why–maybe the way his face furrows against their neck, maybe the first rumblings of a growl in his chest, maybe the claiming bites that connect them are messing with their head—but they know for a fact Corrigan is upset about something. It must be them. They're not compliant enough, not eager enough, not happy enough in their role as his mate. Yesterday, they'd been falling over themself to please and serve him, they'd been so grateful to him for claiming them. Of course he'd be upset with their sudden shift. He wouldn't understand why they're afraid.
So they try to pull themself together, shifting in the furs to get more comfortable, sucking down deep calming breaths. They have to make a good impression, endear themself to Corrigan before they give him a reason to really get upset. Even though his question makes them blush even harder, Kurt just has to swallow their embarrassment and nod softly, meeting his gaze, trying to get back to that fearless place they found themself in yesterday.
"Yes, I... Y-You were my first, Alpha." Maybe he'll like that. Men like that, don't they? Being with virgins? Kurt offers a wobbly smile, clearly embarrassed and aching, but really needing the approval of their mate. "It was th-the best first time I could've ever dreamed of. You made me feel really good, all of you... I-I'm sure I'll get used to it fast, Alpha, you won't have to take care of me like this every time, d-don't worry." They hope. God, they hope.
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Corrigan doesn't know what to do with something invisible, something that haunts every move his mate makes.
So he focuses on what he can do -- grabbing the powdered whatsit (helpfully labeled with a smiling face, since Naseer knows his alpha doesn't do great with written words) and a salve made from the same plant, then crossing back to the couch. The powdered remedy is mixed into the stew, the salve opened and scooped carefully into one hand, rubbed between Corrigan’s big palms to warm it.
"Kurt," he begins, nudging their long thick braid to one side so he can slowly spread the salve over the bite marks -- both those of claiming and those of frenetic passion. "I have been waiting my entire life to be able to take care of you. It's not a burden. It's my pleasure." Then he nods towards the stew. "You should eat. Tell me if it's too hot."
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He really wants to take care of them. He wouldn't hurt them over nothing. Kurt tries to settle into that thought, to really believe it, letting themself relax under his gentle touch. They really aren't a burden for being hurt. Good.
They just have to be careful to stay that way. To not become a burden in other ways.
"Th-Thank you," they say, growing calmer by the minute. They bring the rough-hewn bowl to their lips, the grassy scent of the herbal powder in their stew enveloping them as they eat, little mouthfuls at a time. It's really good. Being a pack mate is hungry work, turns out.
Speaking of. "Um... So what does a pack mate do?" they ask, still a little timid, like they feel silly for not knowing. Human relationships are probably way different from wolf ones. "I mean, wh-what are my duties here? My responsibilities? I— I wanna do it right."
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An Alpha exists for their pack, to protect and guide and lead it, to give it their life, if need be. But from that exact second, Corrigan’s soul is held in the shaky hands of someone he's known for less than a day, someone who can't even conceive of the power they now have. It's a staggering, dizzying thing, and Corrigan actually has to glance away to collect himself for a moment.
"Mmmm, it depends," he begins, focusing on rubbing the salve into the wounds ringing Kurt's neck. He knows from experience that it'll tingle, then warm, replacing any lingering aches with a loose, relaxed feeling. The pack keeps a lot of it on hand, both for its healing properties and for more...frivolous pursuits. Speaking of, Corrigan waits until Kurt's paused in their eating, not wanting to jostle them while holding hot stew. Then he scoops them back on his lap, one hand behind their thigh, tugging it towards their chest, while his salve-slick hand slips down to stroke over their hole -- still warm and swollen to the touch, easily accepting the wolf's fingers inside.
Speaking like he hadn't suddenly started fingering them mid-conversatiob -- casual, calm, unhurried -- Corrigan continues: "You won't be expected to hunt or gather supplies, not unless you want to. Especially at the beginning, you'll stay close to the den, help keep it in order, maybe get Naseer to actually throw away some of the things he has hoarded in the attic." He chuckles fondly, like he doesn't have two fingers buried to the knuckle inside Kurt, moving in slow, soothing circles, rubbing the salve in. They had said "down there" hurt the most, right? He's helping!
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