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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!

He sweeps them into his lap so easily, like they weigh nothing at all, just as he had the day before. And sure, it's still frightening, intimidating to be bodily manipulated like this without the Alpha breaking a sweat, but at the same time, they're reminded of how gentle he is. Corrigan doesn't grab and yank and fling, he gingerly scoops them into his arms like something precious. It helps ease their anxious mind.

His finger inside also helps.

"A-Alpha—!" Kurt instinctively curls their arms inward, covering their naked chest, shivering and squeaking with pleasure as Corrigan fingers them. He's only applying an ointment to where they're most sore, most tender, but bizarrely, it doesn't hurt at all. Has their body really changed so much that any touch down there now only makes them feel good?

They whine softly as his fingers press deeper inside, moving in slow circles, making the human twitch and shudder. They have to concentrate a little to understand what he's saying. "S-So— So cooking and c-cleaning? I can do th-that," they manage between soft little moans. That scarlet blush travels down their bitten neck and shoulders. "I'm r-really good at— aah— a-at organizing cupboards..."

"Oh, I'm sure," Corrigan murmurs indulgently, hiding his smile against Kurt's neck. The rest of the pack will be indignant when they find out he hasn't simply been playing the devoted, doting caretaker with their new mate -- but being Alpha means he gets extra privileges, damn it. And sometimes those privileges mean getting to learn more about what makes Kurt shudder and squirm in pleasure, and produces those sweet, needy sounds from their pretty marked-up throat.

"You've already proven more than adept at the other duties of a pack-mate," the wolfman purrs against Kurt's ear, coaxing them to lie back against him, to feel his warm, firm body against theirs, free hand gently moving their arms aside so he can trace the bitemarks left scattered across their chest. "Taking all five of us, one after the other -- it was a beautiful sight, little mate of mine. There's a reason I haven't let you out of my sight since."

His fingers keep moving, slow circles and curls deep inside Kurt, seeking out what movements make them shiver, which make them go relaxed and boneless against him, which prompt more tiny, whimpering sounds. And his voice is soft, coaxing, impossibly gentle: "Your duties are to please us, delight us, and to surrender yourself to us in return. To let us make you feel all the pleasure you've given, and much more beside. You're the heart of us, Kurt, never forget that. Our center. Our beloved." Granted, the words may not really strike home with the delicious distraction of Corrigan’s clever fingers -- not to mention the warm weight of his cock stirring against their thighs -- but hopefully it's still somewhat soothing.

Kurt has little choice but to lean back against Alpha when coaxed, feeling the entire length of his gorgeous body supporting their weight, his broad chest rumbling against their back with every filthy word he purrs. His touch is divine. They don't know if they were always this sensitive, or if Corrigan is just that good, or if the pleasure they feel is caused by some mating dynamic they can't understand. They suppose it doesn't matter. This is what seduced Kurt in the first place, this feeling.

This praise. Alpha moves their arms aside, exposing their tender, swelling, bitten chest to his touch, but Kurt just hurries to hide their face in their hands instead, bright red with pleasure and embarrassment both. He's so generous with his praise. A beautiful sight, he says, more than adept, their heart, their center, their beloved. For a young person who's only ever been belittled and scorned by the men in their life, getting to hear such heartfelt approval makes all their defenses melt away in an instant. They'll gladly risk his displeasure and punishments, they'll take it all, if he just makes them feel like this from time to time.

Kurt is not in their right mind when they're being pleasured, they're discovering. Or toyed with, which is what Corrigan is actually doing, playing with their steadily relaxing body with those curious, searching fingers, not letting up for even a moment. He could get them to agree to anything like this.

"Y-Yes, Alpha," they whine into their hands, gasping as they feel Corrigan growing hard against them. They're not far behind, cock twitching between their spread-open legs. "I will, I— I can do that, I c-can do that, I'll surrender. Alpha, p-please, I wanna be a g-good mate to you, I wanna please you with m-my body, please, wanna make you feel good always."

There's a soft chuckle, more of a tangible rumble than a sound, and Corrigan’s mouth against the mark on Kurt's neck -- his mark, his protection and claim, irreversible, unchanging. What has changed is his pace, so slow and unhurried, a sharp contrast to the previous days frenetic revelry. There's no rush this time, just the almost-gentle movements of his long fingers inside Kurt, coaxing and curling and spreading, over and over.

"So good," he breathes out, tongue hot on their salve-slick skin. "So needy and sweet and good for me." Corrigan mouths at the other marks, tracing the slight differences -- the jagged line of Leo's sharper canines, the perfect circle of Naseer's. His pack, their presence felt even when they're away, all of them tethered to this one magnificent, perfect, beautiful person. Time will tell just how deeply Kurt's been changed by these marks -- it's different every time.

But for now, Corrigan can feel the forming bonds, the invisible strings between each of the wolves and their mate, like a tug at the back of his heart. He gently pulls Kurt's hands away from their face, not wanting to muffle their sweet cries. "Louder, my little bird. Show me how good I make you feel. Call your pack home with that pretty voice, singing your pleasure."

Whatever's in that salve must be potent stuff, because Kurt has forgotten they were hurting. They only feel good between their legs now, their muscles are softening, relaxing from ingesting the powder, their bruises barely a whisper. And their collar of bite marks, with wounds so deep and feral and frightening, now just feels exquisite. They can feel their bond to Corrigan, to the pack, like a real tangible thing, like strings extending from their heart and reaching out in all directions, finding each wolf where they're hunting, playing, lazing in the sun.

Part of them knows it's impossible. The pack is scattered, too far from the cabin to ever hear their cries, to feel the shudders of pleasure rocking their body from Alpha's gentle fingers. But that's not the part of them that starts rocking their hips down against his big hand. That's not the part of them that does what they're told, crying their pleasure louder into the dusty little cabin.

"Alphaaa—!" He's not even inside them properly, and they already feel this good, just from being played with. Kurt whimpers tightly, keening with pleasure as they roll their hips to meet his fingers, long and thick and slick with tingling salve. He's going to make them come from this, all over themself. Maybe they'll get to take his cock, his knot again, maybe they'll get to take all of them again if they're good enough. "Please, p-please, Alpha, oh, please! W-Wanna please you, p-pleeease, I— please, w-want you inside!"

Not so impossible as Kurt may think -- the wolves are by no means psychic, so full-on mind reading isn't a possibility, but a pack is still linked in a way that transcends human understanding. Corrigan knows where his brothers are at all times -- can sense Kai chasing butterflies and Leo helping Naseer carry back their fresh kill, as Benji scouts ahead. And he knows they can sense him too, his mounting arousal, his teasing enjoyment of Kurt's pleading.

What's more, they can sense Kurt's pleasure, feeling it as if it was their own, every shiver, every moan, every sharp pang of desire. There are prickles of annoyance through the pack link, at the Alpha taking his enjoyment without the others present, but it's fully eclipsed by the other wolves' delight that their mate is happy and warm and fed and enjoying themselves. Corrigan isn't sure if Kurt can feel it yet, that subtle internal connection, the five wolves sending their happiness and warmth towards their little mate.

Even if they can, it may be entirely eclipsed by the immediate pleasure, especially when Corrigan reaches around to start stroking their cock, long, firm pulls of his warm hand, in time with the thrusts of his fingers, pushing them closer and closer to the edge. "My name, little bird, sweet mate," he purrs, wanting them to come at his touch, spill over his hand, wanting them sated and relaxed and blissful when the pack finally barges in the door. "Say my name as you come for me. Earn my knot inside you."

They're not sure what actually causes the explosive surge of joy going through them then, if it's solely their own emotion or truly some kind of pack link, their mates' emotions tangling with their own. It's such a foreign feeling for the little human, as foreign as pleasure and praise has been, that they can't confidently tell where it even comes from. But it feels like their own joy, a swelling rush of warmth in their core that fills out their entire being, erasing all their fear like it was never there in the first place.

Kurt will earn Alpha's knot. They will earn Alpha's praise, Alpha's love, they will do whatever they have to in order to feel like this forever. They will never ever give him a reason to be displeased with them for the rest of their life. "P-Please! Alpha! C-C-Corrigan!!" they wail, shuddering to pieces as they feel their climax mounting. His hand on their cock is huge and warm and slick with that tingling balm, and it takes no time at all for his slow gentle hands to push them over the edge.

They keep singing his name over and over again as they come, spilling all over his hand, their own stomach and chest, arching clean off Alpha's body before collapsing back against him in a sweaty, panting heap. The rapturous bliss that spreads through them then is half their own, half the pack's, but Kurt is too caught up in sensation to realize. "C-Corrigan... Alpha, oh, th-that was..."

Not nearly enough. They were promised his knot. They earned it, right?

Corrigan is already learning the best ways to coax Kurt through a climax, how to push them that little bit farther, until the fraying edge of pleasurepain blurs entirely, until their thighs are shaking and their toes are curling from how much it all is. Part of him would be content to make a lifelong study of that exact science, toying with his little mate until he's an expert with every inch of them.

But another part is still cautious, remembering the fear of minutes before. It's all been blotted out in the blinding flash of pure pleasure, yet the aftertaste lingers in his mind. So he doesn't push too far, absently licking Kurt's come from his hand, then kissing the side of their neck. "Greedy little bird," he accuses lightly, working his fingers free, then rising to go open the front door. He's half-hard, but the pack is an insistent, pawing mass rapidly approaching the cabin, and what kind of alpha would he be if he didn't help bring in the kill?

So he leaves them panting in the furs, worked up and not nearly sated, pleasured and frustrated all at once. Like he'd done it on purpose.

...he totally did it on purpose. It's evident in the way Corrigan smirks as he opens the door and let's the four eager, bloody, panting wolves inside, all of them making a beeline for Kurt. One of them -- big, silvery, Leo -- sniffs the air, then fixes the alpha with an accusing glare. No fair, he got to play while they all worked hard!

Kurt whines as they're deposited into the furs, breathless and sweaty and sticky with come and herbal ointments. As delicious as their climax had been, as good as it had felt to come by Alpha's hands, they're left feeling... empty. Oddly, profoundly empty. It's a strange sensation to immediately follow pleasure like that, but that's the only way they can describe it. Are they really just that greedy? So insatiable for cock that, even seconds after coming, they want to go again?

Perhaps. But it's more than that too. They had done just as Alpha asked, and yet they hadn't earned his knot. Was it not good enough? Did they not do it right? Did their pleasure not please him? They don't sense any malice in his words, his touch, but the approval they so desperately wanted from him doesn't come either. It's frustrating, yes, their body still wants to take his knot so badly, but they also feel their stomach drop just as it had when they woke up, their heart clenching.

Not good enough. They have to work harder. Do better. Prove to Corrigan that they're worthy of keeping around, of being their mate.

The sudden rush of wolves to their side both soothes and overwhelms them, distracting them from what was sure to be a plummeting anxious thought spiral. Kai and Benji both rush over to lave their skin with kisses, swiping their bloody tongues over their face and quivering thighs, making Kurt cringe and whine. "P-Please," they murmur softly, absently petting at Benji's neck, his fur damp with blood and morning dew.

"Give them space," Naseer says sternly, having shimmered out of his wolf form as soon as he smelled the confusing cocktail of pleasure and dismay. "You're crowding them. Let them breathe." Shooing the younger wolves away, the beta kneels in front of his little mate, gingerly brushing their hair out of their glassy eyes. They look beautiful like this, but something feels... wrong. He glances up at his Alpha, questioning. Did something happen while they were away?

Corrigan’s expression is somewhat indignant, at the barest suggestion that he'd ever do something to upset Kurt. But he can smell it too, that odd mixture of anxiety and bliss, an echo of the fear his mate had felt upon first awakening. It's less than it had been, but the fact of it's presence still has him rumbling unhappily, even as he grabs a couple of the torn cloths the pack uses to clean.

"You've got blood on your nose, 'seer," he murmurs, reaching out to gently dab some of it away, then turning his attention back to Kurt. The other cloth goes towards wiping the smudges of deer blood off their shivery thighs, along with the sticky residual salve. "They were in pain when they woke up," he says in an undertone, the confession one he doesn't want to worry the rest of the pack with. But his Beta understands, will know what to do.

Kneeling down in front of Kurt, a subordinate position that immediately gets the rest of the pack's respectful silence, Corrigan meets their glassy eyes, his own alight with concern. "Are you still hurting? We have other remedies, if need be. More than enough." His hand rests on their thigh, smoothing back and forth over a bruise -- a vivid, fresh one, one the pack had left. "Tell me what's wrong and we'll fix it."

Naseer does understand. Without a word, he nods and rises to his feet, ignoring the inevitable stirrings of arousal from breathing in his mate's scent so he can focus on helping. Corrigan may joke about his hoarding tendencies, but it's always good to have a surplus on hand, especially of healing plants. After such a grueling first time, Kurt was sure to need it.

Corrigan has already helped himself to the nettle remedies, which no doubt have eased the human's pains. At least, their physical pains. Because Naseer suspects that the distress he can smell clinging to their skin goes deeper than merely sore muscles and bruises. They're afraid. It makes his hackles rise, but he fights it down, his Alpha needing him to stay calm. He wordlessly picks out ashwagandha roots for the human to chew on, knowing from experience how well they calm your nerves. He may need one of his own.

Kurt, for their part, whimpers softly and shakes their head, slowly pushing themself up to sit. They feel awful, shamefully noting that the mood has shifted from playful and heated to concerned. They don't want to worry anyone. They don't want to be a burden.

"I-I'm okay, Alpha, please don't worry, I'm sorry," they manage once they're upright, truthfully not feeling the aches and pains anymore. "I'm not hurting, I p-promise. I just..." Kurt hesitates, seeking his gaze, unsure of how to say this. "I j-just want to make you happy, Alpha. That's all. I want t-to please you, and..." I'm afraid I didn't.

The other wolves linger nearby, hackles raised, tails cricked in concern, until a glance from Corrigan prompts them to slink out the open door. There's the almost-inaudible sound of shimmering back to humanoid form, then Kai says something about "See if you can actually help break down a buck this time, pup," which is immediately followed by Leo's laughter and Benji's indignant protests. The shed used for smoking and preparing meat is close, but far enough away to give some privacy to Kurt and the pack leaders. For once Kai is being helpful, and Corrigan is silently grateful.

Because Kurt is softly trying to explain themselves, those bright eyes lifting to meet his, with a fear in them that Corrigan doesn't know. He knows hunger, cold, exhaustion. He knows the betrayal of someone he considered a brother turning on him, the sting of that traitors teeth in his shoulder. But he doesn't recognize the cautious, tentative terror that he's learning Kurt wears like a second skin. He's never felt fear like that.

But the stammering, hesitant explanation is enough for him to put the pieces together, shoulders going slack in relief and shame mixed. It's not a physical pain, then, just him being thoughtless, teasing words that Kurt took to heart and fretted over, even amidst their pleasure. It must be an overwhelming compulsion, then, if it drowns out everything else -- a need to obey, to perform, to please, or else.

Or else what, Corrigan doesn't even want to consider.

"Kurt," he begins, hands reaching out for the smaller, fretful ones of his mate, curling around them. "Your very existence pleases me. Everything you do is my delight, my reason for living. You can't help but please me." There's an attempt at smile, albeit one tinged with sadness. "I should spend more time making sure you know that, and less time teasing you."

Then, over at Naseer, reaching out to take the cup filled with hot water and ashwaganda -- "And yes, Beta, you accurately predicted I'd be a dumbass within the first day, are you happy?"

"Very." Naseer's affect is flat and matter of fact, but there's no hiding the curl of smug satisfaction reaching through the pack link, touching even Kurt. No one knows Corrigan like Naseer does. Of course he was going to be a dumbass within the first day, you didn't need the Beta to tell you that.

But he hadn't predicted Kurt's fear. He'd—rightfully—assumed the Alpha would throw all his brash swagger around and say something thoughtless while swinging his dick, scandalizing or wounding the fragile little human. But it seems Kurt was already afraid, anxious about something or other, likely how they could possibly live up to the pack's lofty expectations. It's a lot of pressure to put on a stranger so young, so innocent and virginal, suddenly thrust into a life they have no hope of understanding without first living it.

Thankfully, Corrigan manages to pick up on this on his own. Naseer lets his Alpha take the cup of steeping tea, before fishing out a small root, softened in the hot water. "Here," he says softly, holding it to Kurt's lips. He doesn't want to make them release Corrigan's hands. "For chewing. To calm your heart." Kurt whimpers softly, but ultimately lets Naseer ease the root into their mouth and slowly starts chewing. It's bitter and earthy and leathery, making their face scrunch up, but they trust in the pack's medicines. All of their aches are gone, after all.

While they chew, they mull over Corrigan's words. He seems genuine, it's not that, it's just... of course he'd say that. Of course he'd say Kurt couldn't possibly displease him, that them being in his life makes it worth living, but will he say the same when they mess up a meal? When they break something? When they don't satisfy his desires anymore? Men punish their spouses over the smallest little thing sometimes, all while proclaiming how much they love them. How could Kurt ever be sure?

But... his touch still feels so good. His words still spark hopeful fires within them. He hasn't hurt them for this stumble, this moment of fear and doubt. That's something, right? "You... I-I'm sorry, Alpha, I didn't mean to... Um, th-thank you for saying that," they finally settle on, feeling their eyes starting to burn a little, their throat closing up. "Y-You're very kind. I don't want to be a b-burden to you, a-any of you."

Tell me every person who ever made you feel like a burden and I will bring you their heads.

The words are there, on Corrigan’s lips, evident in his expression for a fraction of a second, before he smooths it away. If Kurt is that anxious about a misstep, about upsetting their new family, glowering and grumbling won't be helpful. There'll be time enough later, once his mate has finally relaxed into the safety of the pack, to figure out who had hurt them.

Knowing his fury is bleeding into the link, Corrigan meets Naseer's eyes for a moment, finding an echo of that same rage. Kurt is all of theirs now, each wolf as connected and bonded to them as the Alpha is. When the time comes to enact revenge, Corrigan won't be alone in tearing the perpetrators to pieces. That's a bloody, but comforting thought.

"You haven't been a burden, beloved," he says instead, sipping absently at the tea to calm his own anger. The taste is familiar to him by now, but Kurt's scrunched-nose reaction is precious, adorable. There's so much they've never experienced -- so much the pack can show them, new sensations and tastes and sights and sounds. Their hands are small enough to both be swallowed up in one of Corrigan’s, but that isn't enough. He needs to have them closer. Protected.

So, setting the tea aside, he rises to settle back on the fur couch, tucking Kurt against his side and nuzzling the top of their head. "It's a lot to adjust to, all of a sudden, I know. But you've done nothing wrong, and you're in no trouble here." Corrigan reaches out, beckoning Naseer to sit on their mate's other side, prompting: "Right, Naseer?"

Kurt offers no resistance as Corrigan pulls them close, his arm so big and strong around them, his words soft, kind, understanding. It's like they can feel the wolves' emotions, unfamiliar curls of rage and bewilderment and sympathy invading their senses, all wrapped around a profound urge to protect. It's the only thing that makes sense, even though it doesn't in the slightest. Somehow, they feel what their mates all feel.

That must mean they can sense how Kurt feels too. The fear that clenches around their heart, the confusion and doubt that leaves them trembling, the sadness that makes their throat ache. But the medicinal effects of the ashwagandha are kicking in, calming their racing heart, easing the line of tension and stress along their shoulders.

When Naseer slips in beside them, something else kicks in too. Being enveloped, surrounded by their sworn mates, makes it easier for Kurt to relax, close their eyes, releasing the tight shuddering breath they'd been holding in. "That's right," Naseer says, his voice so low and soft as presses a kiss to their shoulder, one of his hands settling on their stomach. He's picked up the cloth Corrigan left in the furs, gently wiping the streaks of drying come from their skin. "And you won't be in trouble with us. We don't do things the way humans do." He seems to speak from bitter experience. "All we want from you, all of us, is your happiness and safety within the pack."

Kurt shivers, sniffling softly, opening those big pleading eyes at their mates. First Naseer, then Corrigan. Their Alpha. "R-Really?" they ask, whisper soft. "Is that true..?" If they really can feel what the wolves feel, they should be able to sense the sincerity of his words.

"Yes." Corrigan says it immediately, without hesitation, without question. He puts every ounce of feeling into the word, lets it resonate through the slowly-forming link between himself and his beloved mate, who fits so perfectly against his side. He can feel them trembling on each exhale, can feel the unsure doubt that fills every inch of them, and his eyes flicker up to meet Naseer's, incredulous and baffled. He'd been so young when he first met his Beta, had stolen him away from a settlement that had tried (in vain) to "civilize" the wolf out of him. Maybe that's why Corrigan can't recall Naseer ever being so frightened. Maybe he'd been rescued in time.

Kurt had spent their entire life in that world, unique and different and special, something in their very soul calling to the wild world outside the village. Of course the tight-minded humans had seen that as something to destroy, by any means necessary. It's becoming evident to Corrigan that he can't even begin to imagine what those means were.

But he can start the slow, careful journey of undoing it, with every soft word, every gentle touch. He can let everything he says and does be a way to heal the deep wounds his cherished mate carries. So he slides his hand up and down their back, leans down to press his lips to their shoulder and repeats: "Yes, beloved, it's true. You don't need to earn your place here. We've already chosen you as ours, and all we want is your safety and happiness. Nothing can change that, Kurt. Nothing you say or do or think will make us change our minds."

His words carry the weight of his emotions, his intentions, and Kurt can feel it reverberate in their bones. Even though the link is still so young and tenuous, it leaves little room for doubt. They really won't be fighting to stay. They really won't be punished for existing incorrectly.

The leader wolves' focused attentions and kind, loving words—and the bitter root between their teeth—all help calm the shaky little human. Their muscles relax, their breathing evens out, even the burning in their eyes start to abate. Still, they can't stop a couple tears from trickling down their cheeks, the last bit of fearful tension leaving their body.

"Th-Thank you," they breathe, hiccuping once, twice, before sinking into Corrigan's embrace with a soft little noise, needing his comfort. Naseer gently wipes their tears away with a clean corner of the cloth, a cautious smile on his face. He knows from experience it's not as easy as just a hug and a promise for that fear to leave you. A part of you is always waiting for the other shoe to drop, like your body still remembers your gut plummeting and your heart shooting up into your throat, choking you where you stand. It's so hard to understand if you've never lived through it.

They will have to be patient and gentle with their mate for a while, until they learn to trust the pack and control that fear. With how fretful and sincere Corrigan feels, Naseer knows he'll do whatever it takes to help Kurt believe him one day. "It's alright, little dove, just relax. Alpha's got you, right? We won't let anything happen to you. Only good things," he purrs, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to his claiming bite.

Kurt shivers, and this time, it's with delight.

Corrigan feels the rush of relief, so intense it's dizzying, even for him, and he obligingly wraps both arms around Kurt, pulling them nearly into his lap with his fervent desire to comfort them. He wants to stay like this forever, a physical barrier between Kurt and the world that's hurt them so repeatedly and badly. He wants to keep every enemy away with the pure force of his presence, dare anything or anyone to even come close to his mate.

But then there's a tentative little curl of desire and arousal at the warm press of Naseer's lips to Kurt's marked-up neck, and Corrigan still wants all those things, but he also wants...something else.

With that smug, wicked smile of his, the Alpha's big hand slides further down Kurt's back, resting above the curve of their ass, fingers teasing down lower, lower. "Mmm, yes, I believe we were in the midst of something when the pack returned, beloved," he murmurs, savoring their shivers and squirms. "Do you think we should let Naseer join us?" Corrigan glances up, meeting his Beta's eyes warmly. "Want to help me enjoy our little mate, Beta?"

Kurt immediately perks up, soothed by herbal medicine and the pack's reassurances, their aches and fears and nerves all wiped away. Now, they can let themself feel the joy of pleasure, of wanting. Alpha had left them wanting earlier, spent but empty, and they very badly want to get back to the part where he does something about that.

"Yes," they say, at the same moment Naseer does, prompting a warm chuckle from the Beta, who is already sidling closer. Even with his nurturing instinct, he could never entirely suppress the desire he felt for Kurt, could never resist the alluring scent of their naked skin damp with sweat and come. Now that they're calmer, willing once more, Naseer is all too happy to leave a trail of kisses down their neck, along their clavicle.

"I would love to," he rumbles, also delighting in his mate's little whimpers and squirms. Corrigan's hand teases over their ass, while Naseer's fingers smooth over their thigh, easing their freckled legs apart. "How do you want me, pretty little dove? Shall I taste you while he fucks you? Maybe I'll knot your pretty mouth while he knots your tight ass? Perhaps we'll both fit inside you?"

Kurt is no help at all, shuddering and whining with rapidly mounting desire, quickly getting hard again. Tutting softly, Naseer grins up at Corrigan, his king, his first, his beloved, fingers teasing at the crook of their mate's thigh. "Maybe we should let Alpha decide."

By now, Corrigan is coming to familiarize himself with the way Kurt reacts to being touched -- the shuddery, whimpering sound they make as his fingers slide back inside them, the way their head falls back on his shoulder as he sinks to the knuckle, the quivering of their thighs as he (unnecessarily) fingers them back open. Nevermind that he can still taste their pleasure in the sweat drying on their skin, that they rock back on his hand eagerly, that he probably could've simply pulled them onto his lap and onto his cock with no preparation.

It's too much fun to see Naseer settling between Kurt's spread legs, smiling up at Corrigan, beautiful and warm and beloved. Keeping the pack protected and fed and cohesive is a hard job, and the moments he gets to share alone with his loyal lieutenant, his Beta, his always, are few and far between. Getting to share one of them with their mate as well -- breathless and moaning between the wolves, arching into each touch -- is even sweeter.

"Taste them," Corrigan says decisively, deciding to reward himself with the privilege of watching Naseer's truly magnificent mouth enjoying Kurt's beautiful body. "I don't think our sweet mate's ever felt that before, hm?" His free hand comes up, cradling Kurt's chin, turning their face so he can catch their pretty mouth with his. "What do you think, beloved? I can speak from experience and assure you that Naseer's mouth feels wonderful. And, once you've come down his throat, you can return the favor while I knot your needy ass again."

"Yes," they whine breathlessly into Corrigan's mouth, arching up so they can keep kissing him, their lips seeking his over and over again. His fingers slipped inside them once more so easily, meeting no resistance, and Kurt is already back to how needy he'd left them right before the pack's arrival. "P-Please, I want th-that, I— oh, Alpha, pleeease."

Naseer chuckles, warm and rich and indulgent, taking a moment just to watch the flush of color spreading over Kurt's face, their neck, their shoulders and swelling chest. It makes the bite marks littering their skin stand out even more, dark and wild in their beauty. "So needy," he purrs, leaning in to trail kisses down their body, sealing his hungry mouth over each bite and laving them with his tongue.

By the time the Beta's mouth is leaving affectionate little nips over their stomach and hips, Kurt is breathless with anticipation, legs spread wide open, ass rocking down on Corrigan's hand, moaning into the dusty cabin without fear. They watch transfixed as Naseer settles on his stomach between their legs, tying his long curls back into a knot, his breath hot as it teasingly ghosts over their cock, hard and twitching against their shuddering tummy.

"P-Please, hurry, hurry, Naseer, I w-want— aaah—!" Their head falls back against Corrigan's shoulder as Naseer finally gives them what they want, wasting no time licking their cock into his mouth, over his tongue, into his throat like it's nothing at all. Kurt cries, loud and sharp as the slick heat of his mouth envelops them, his lips so plush around the very base, his beard tickling their most sensitive skin.

And he stays there for a while, gazing lovingly up past long dark lashes, letting his mate get used to the feeling before he moves. He also waits for Alpha's permission. He'll wait as long as he has to, too patient and indulgent for his own good.

God, Corrigan knows exactly how that feels, the slick, wet heat of Naseer's perfect mouth, the way he takes whatever he's given so easily, so obediently. He's knotted his Beta's throat more times than he can count, had those soft, dark eyes fixed upwards in sweet adoration at least a hundred times, but it still sends a pulse of fervent affection -- of love right through him.

The fact that it's Kurt in Naseer's mouth, his throat, doesn't dampen that feeling one bit. If anything, it makes it even more potent, seeing their beautiful mate crying out in pleasure, their first experience with a mouth on their cock one of such transcendent perfection. Every new experience is a gift, both to Kurt and the pack member chosen to enact it, and there's soft indulgence in Corrigan’s heated gaze as he reaches out to cradle Naseer's cheek with his free hand.

"So good," he breathes, Alpha praise and pride and authority lacing his words, thumb tracing the soft shape of Naseer's lips, spread around Kurt's cock. "Doesn't that feel wonderful, my little bird? How easily he takes you in his throat, the feel of him swallowing around you, how tight and hot it is?"

Corrigan eases a third finger inside Kurt's fluttering, tight hole, presses deep, to the knuckle, then slides them almost all the way out. "Say thank you, little one," he prompts, suddenly thrusting his fingers back in, watching Kurt's slender hips buck upwards, their cock sliding deeper into Naseer's throat. "Thank him for taking you in his mouth. Thank him for helping to get you ready for us to fuck."

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