Alpha's hand feels really good on their tummy. Really good.
For reasons they can't articulate, the touch of his palm to their stomach immediately soothes their remaining nerves, sending tingly shivers of delight down their spine, just like his lips to the scarring bite had. That, at least, they get. The bites are important. Even a human could feel that, the way their body had immediately reacted to being bitten, being bound to another being as if his teeth had clamped onto their very soul. Each bite is a promise as much as a claim, a precious gift, a tether both physical and spiritual changing them in innumerable ways.
The only thing that's really changed about their stomach is how much stew and come it's been filled with. Right?
Maybe they're just tired. Kurt can feel their eyelids starting to get heavy as they sit in Corrigan's lap, feeling his breathing, hearing his heartbeat, their body warming inside and out from the dinner and fire and furs. That's probably it. They're just sleepy. They just like being touched. That's it.
"Mmm... Leo's right," they giggle softly, shivering from the kiss, snuggling closer to their Alpha. They crack an eye open to see the rest of the pack shuffle back inside, waved closer by Naseer, who hasn't moved from his spot kneeling before Corrigan. "It wouldn't be fair t'keep me all to y-yourself, right? I wanna share."
Feeling warm, sated, safe once more, Kurt reaches an arm out, reaching for the rest of their mates to join them in the furs.
Corrigan huffs out a bemused sound, already reaching to pull Naseer up and onto the bed. He might argue that keeping Kurt all to himself is entirely fair, since he's Alpha, but his mate has expressed they want to share, and what his mate wants, they get.
And get, and get, and continue to get over the coming days. The brightness of spring gives way to the lazy, sticky heat of summer, and the pack continues to indulge themselves in various creative ways. Benji figures out a way to dam up part of the river with stones and mud, creating a deep, cool pool that Kurt can bathe and swim in without worrying about the swift current. Leo meticulously mends the holes in his mate's vivid red cloak, just in case the weather turns, and finds other ways to repurpose their shredded clothes -- though of course, everyone prefers to go naked most of the time. Naseer teaches Kurt which of his myriad little bottles of powder and dried herbs do what, and let's them help patch up scrapes and treat headaches and season meals to their hearts delight. Even Kai finds ways to prove himself, hunting almost relentlessly, foraging for bird's eggs and berries and nuts like a fiend, bringing home anything pretty or interesting for Kurt to examine, in the faint hope that it'll make them smile or light up.
And Corrigan watches his pack, watches them embrace their mate, figuratively and literally, watches and delights in how Kurt gets less shaky, less fearful every day. Sometimes they still go glassy-eyed and panicky, sometimes their voice pitches up high in fear or shuts off entirely. Sometimes they still cling to him and cry, though never as devastated and gut-wrenching as that first day.
The sun lights their chestnut hair, bringing out strands of gold and auburn, and leaves freckles scattered across their nose and cheeks and shoulders. Their eyes are brighter, their cheeks rosy, their body softer and fuller, well-fed on wild game and fresh fruit and fish. And every time they smile up at Corrigan, it's easier, freer, more genuine.
It gets to the point where even without the link, he can tell when they don't feel well, sensing it in their forced smile and cautious movements. He sees it, one day by the river, as Kurt sits up and starts collecting their scattered clothes. Corrigan knows very well by now the difference between a good, deep ache after his mate's been thoroughly pleasured by one of the wolves, and actual discomfort, and thus is the latter.
Frowning, he reaches out, catching Kurt's wrist gently to tug them back to sit. "Are you all right, beloved?"
It's almost too good to be true. Every morning they wake up, they half-expect to find themself back in their childhood bedroom, finally awake from a beautiful dream that couldn't possibly last. But they never do. That feeling dwindles day by day as they get accustomed to life with the pack, slowly unlearning all the ugly doubt and self-loathing, slowly forgetting the urge to look over their shoulder.
They're not waking up from this. No one is coming to take them away. It's just them and their wolves, playing and learning and loving each other fearlessly. Kurt has never felt happiness like this before.
Something's come over them lately though, dampening their bright mood. What started as weird little pangs and random nausea throughout the day has grown into a persistent stomachache—nothing too severe or painful, but definitely distracting. It must have started showing on their face, or been felt through the link, and as soon as Corrigan asks, they huff softly, annoyed at their own body. They can't overindulge in the affections of their pack with an upset tummy!
"I'm fine, Alpha, I think. It's just—" Kurt frowns, cupping their stomach, naked skin warmed by the sunlight. "My stomach's been feeling weird lately. Maybe I ate something I shouldn't have?"
"Mmm," Corrigan hums in assent, sitting up as well and leaning forward to press his lips against Kurt's soft, freckled shoulder. It's partially to reassure them, but also for himself, like nothing bad can truly happen if he's touching them. It works -- plus there's no telltale acrid scent of illness, just Kurt's natural smell.
"Was it those berries Kai found? I thought they were suspicious." He's entirely teasing, earning himself a splash of water from where Kai is lounging in the pool with the rest of the pack. None of the wolves would've let Kurt eat anything even remotely unknown. Corrigan’s seen Leo, who's known for eating actual roadkill, insist that leftovers might not be up to standard, and go out to hunt fresh meat.
Shaking water droplets from his hair, Corrigan lies back in the sunwarmed grass, pulling Kurt atop him. "Do you feel anything else? Feverish, sore anywhere?" His big hands easily roam up and down his mate's delicate frame, ostensibly to see if he can feel anything amiss -- though of course it's just another reason to touch them.
"Those were just huckleberries, love," Kurt teases back, giggling and squealing as they too suffer the splash damage, ice cold water on sun drenched skin. Even with a tummy ache, being with the pack feels so good now. Natural and free. Any fear they have felt has been completely accidental and randomly triggered, through no fault of the wolves.
None of them would ever hurt them. Kurt can't remember having ever laughed so freely in their life.
"Aside from the usual places?" they quip, shooting their Alpha a lopsided grin as they wriggle their hips into his lap. It's been a while since the wolves have actually left them in pain. Turns out the human body is tremendously adaptable when full of wolf pheromones. "Um... Just kinda nauseous now and then? And my chest," they say, sitting up straight and cupping their hands over their chest. "It's felt really tender and puffy lately..."
Down by the river, Benji takes vengeance on behalf of his splashed Alpha and mate by pouncing on Kai, and promptly getting dunked. Leo is sprawled out in the sun in wolf-form, half-draped across a dozing Naseer's lap, all of them apparently relaxed and unconcerned. But Corrigan can feel their subtle alertness, the way each is in tune with Kurt's discomfort, ready to leap up and assist if needed.
Not yet, though. The laugh is genuine, and despite their mysterious aches, Kurt wiggles their hips easily (and temptingly) into Corrigan’s lap, clearly not too ill to enjoy their Alpha’s attentions. "Mmmm, right, huckleberries. Perhaps they were fermented? A bit...intoxicating?"
Kurt's hands come to their chest, drawing Corrigan’s eyes there. They've filled out quite a bit in the past few weeks, all the healthy food and sunshine and rest, and all the wolves enjoy just how sensitive their pert, pretty nipples are. But now Corrigan can see the swelling, the fullness, the way Kurt's delicate hands cup over actual rounded peaks. That's new.
A thrill of hope runs lightning-fast through the pack link, a vague thought thats been simmering at the back of all their minds coming to the front. Corrigan gently tugs Kurt's hands away, replacing them with his own, the rough pad of his thumb stroking slowly over one tender, swollen nipple. "Right here?" he prompts, feigning ignorance, like he can't feel exactly what his touch is doing to his mate. "How does this feel, little bird?"
Kurt has gotten better at reading the pack link over the past few weeks—not great, not even good, just better—but it's still too subtle and fickle of an art for them to fully grasp yet. They can parse big and simple emotions quite reliably now, like joy or rage or hunger, and can even pick up on who's feeling what to some extent. They're quite proud of themself for understanding even that little.
But even with all that, they have no hope of understanding the sudden rush of emotion the wolves share just now. It's like a jolt, a sudden positive feeling shooting through all of them, making their mates perk up all around them and pay close attention—though to what, they can't say.
Not that they're thinking too hard about that right now, because Alpha starts toying with their nipples and Kurt's mind is suddenly terribly preoccupied. "Aah—! A-Alpha, that— ohhh, that feels s-so good," they whine, hands finding Corrigan's stomach, bracing themself against it as they arch into his hands. "It's so sensitive there, m-much more'n normal... F-Feels really tender, Alpha..."
"I've got you, love, you're all right," Corrigan murmurs, glancing sideways towards Naseer, the most medically-inclined of the pack. Kurt's always been sensitive, and admittedly their body's changed under the focused attentions of the wolves. But if anything their stamina has increased, not their sensitivity -- it's normal now for them to take much rougher treatment and beg for more, instead of a break.
But Corrigan can feel how tender their chest is now, how their whole body shudders in almost-pain when he circles the tip of his thumb around the swollen bud of their nipple. He's barely begun, and his mate is squirming like he's been toying with them for hours. That definitely isn't typical.
Hope and concern and protective ferocity are pulsing through the link, less a coherent thought than a fervent tangle of emotions. It's real, it's happening, it must be, and the pack reacts with wordless joy -- all except for Benji.
Sweet Benji, ever the clumsy one, puts his foot in his mouth by scrambling out of the water and suggesting cheerfully: "Maybe you're finally pregnant!"
...not. Exactly how Corrigan would've handled things.
Their loud, stuttery reaction definitely isn't typical of them. If it really is happening, then it's much too early on for Naseer to confidently tell. He certainly can't smell anything on them. But maybe this is a sign that their body is finally ready, finally changed enough to comfortably carry and deliver their children, and that hope soars through the Beta as he sits up, petting Leo behind the ears. It's finally happening.
The sudden incredulous look on Kurt's face at Benji's excited words is a little chip in that hope, proving it more brittle than first assumed.
"B-Benji, love, that's— aaah, Alpha, yes, right th-there... Benji, b-baby, that's ridiculous," they manage, glancing over their shoulder at the pup with their eyebrows quirked. They don't like belittling Benji the way his brothers do, having become so protective of him, even when he bumbles around like an overgrown puppy. But this? This is just silly. Even having their sensitive body toyed with, feeling their cock already hardening against Corrigan's stomach, Kurt can't help but giggle, wholly unconvinced.
"I can't g-get pregnant, honey. Only girls c-can have b-babies."
Corrigan should be able to feel the full weight of his Beta's bewildered stare on his skin, the accusing tone of his first and only thought cutting straight through the pack link, aimed directly at him: You mean you haven't told them yet?!
The way the entire pack's attention swivels towards Corrigan would be funny -- even wolf!Leo tilts his head to one side, ears pricked up in bewilderment -- if it weren't for the accusation laced through the link. Or for how genuinely Kurt seems to believe their own words. It's enough to cut Corrigan’s seductive teasing off entirely, prompting him to sit up straighter and frown down at his mate.
"Love, you know we aren't -- we don't do things like humans do." Despite his bewilderment, Corrigan is careful to school his expression into something gentle, mindful of how hypervigilant Kurt is about making the pack upset. And they aren't -- or, rather, they're bewildered that their Alpha apparently hadn't explained one of the biggest aspects of bring a werewolf pack's mate.
The thing is, Corrigan is under the genuine impression he had. More or less. Kurt had arrived with very set ideas of what tasks belonged to which types of people, and had gotten very fretful when one of "the men" did "women's work". Corrigan had explained then that wolves didn't bother with all that stuff. If there was work to be done, everyone assisted. If they chose to wear clothes, they wore what pleased them best. If they enjoyed one another, the physical act of giving or receiving -- who bent over and who mounted -- was determined mostly by whim.
However, there's a pretty big leap from "gender roles don't apply here" to "being part of this pack will physically change your body to be able to carry pups". Corrigan realizes this now, hands settling on Kurt's hips, trying to keep his voice gentle -- and ignore his Beta's flat glare from across the grass. "My darling, did you really -- have no idea? I know I've mentioned it. Haven't I?"
He has. In the heat of passion, growling it against Kurt's neck, as his knot swells inside them, promising to fill them, breed them and so on. Not exactly the most clear-headed moment.
Kurt whines pitifully as Corrigan's touch falls away, not picking up on the shift in mood, too upset that Alpha isn't playing with their nipples anymore to notice. Besides, Benji's suggestion is just so ludicrous, so completely off the wall random and silly, the last thing on Kurt's mind is the thought that any of the wolves are taking it seriously.
So it's fair to say that Corrigan's words are a complete shock to their system. They frown up at him, disbelieving, trying to fight down the blush and arousal so they can really process what he's asking them—which in itself is a tall order.
"Wh-What are you talking about, Alpha? Mentioned what?" The little human's gaze goes from one of their mates to the next, confusion plainly written on their blushing face. They're all staring at them. "Wait, you... y-you don't actually believe I can get pregnant, d-do you?"
Just the very thought is absurd. Sure, with the wolves it doesn't matter if you're man or woman or somewhere inbetween or something entirely different, everyone are equal and can do as they please, not chained to what's decided by society. That's great! Exactly what Kurt always wanted! But that doesn't change the surely immutable laws of nature! When Alpha would growl about breeding them, they definitely didn't think he meant it literally. Is this another species divide, like the transformation and the pack link? Can true werewolf mates actually fall pregnant..?
"I can't. I-It's impossible, I don't have the... parts..."
Unconsciously, the pack draws closer, the energy shifting to one of bewilderment. There've been multiple times where Kurt's beliefs or experiences have left their mates baffled -- that's normal. Just the adjustment of going from human to wolf.
But this is a fundamental part of a pack. The chosen mate cares for and keeps the others together, is the center of their world, rules over the den and carries and cares for pups. In bigger packs, yes, it's common for the role to belong to several individuals, either simultaneously or in succession. And some choose never to have children, preferring to grow the pack by taking in loners and orphans.
But that doesn't mean it's impossible. There are herbs to suppress pregnancy, but the potential is always there. That's known.
Kurt expresses their confusion, refers to their body, and Corrigan is quick to smooth his hands up and down their back. "Everything about you is right, love. Being our mate means -- changes can come. Being with us, around us, these things always happen, regardless of what...parts are there at the beginning."
Kai speaks up then, softly, reaching out to stroke back Kurt's hair and prompt them to look back at him. "Is that somethin' you -- don't want, baby?"
It's a heavy question, and one Corrigan himself should've asked. He shouldn't have assumed. He should've made sure .
That can't be right. There's no way. Bodies can't just change like that, there's no treatment or medicine in the world that could change the unchangeable! Kurt is missing very pivotal organs needed for a pregnancy! You can't just grow new organs, how is that even possible?!
But then again... they have changed a lot ever since coming here. Their body can take so much more than they ever thought possible. Their wounds heal faster now, their senses have improved, and they can feel their mates' emotions like they were their own. All things that seemed impossible when they were trapped within humanity.
Could it really be possible..?
Kai's hand is cold and wet from the water as he touches them. But it's not his touch that makes them shiver. If it was really possible, would they want to have babies? Kurt frowns, thinking. In truth, they've always wanted children, but gradually had to settle on the fact that no woman would ever want someone like them. Certainly not to father her children, raise them, provide for them. But if they could truly cut out that step...
Instinctively, they cup their stomach with a small pale hand. Their heart is racing, pulse spiking at the thought that they could actually be pregnant. "I... I mean, if I could, b-but..." Kurt blushes.
There's a cumulative sense of relief -- if Kurt had said no, none of them would've argued or questioned, of course, thst would've been the end of it. But the potential of pups -- their own, to protect and nurture and watch grow, carried and raised by their beautiful little mate -- had been a deep-held hope for the pack since Kurt had joined them.
Corrigan especially exhales in relief, cradling Kurt's face in his hands and kissing their cheeks, their nose, their lips. "I should've explained sooner, my love. I'm sorry. I forget there's so much more possible for you now."
Kai slides his river-chilled hands around to resume teasing at the little human's swollen, puffy nipples, kissing the back of their neck and murmuring: "You really think there's anything Alpha can't do? You're gonna end up with twins, he's so damn determined."
Benji steps up next, covering Kurt's hand over their belly and nuzzling against their shoulder, an echo of Leo's hot wolfish tongue on their other side. Corrigan glances over at Naseer, beckons him closer, one hand going into his Beta's soft curls. "Help me get our mate ready, love? I think taking a few knots would soothe some of those aches and pains..."
They're about to quip that this is a pretty major thing to just forget, but it's swiftly forgotten as soon as Kai's cold hands find their nipples again. Every thought in their head seems to disappear. Kurt squeaks loudly, squirming in Alpha's lap, arching their chest into his teasing touch. "K-Kai—! Hah, p-please— I'm so s-sensitive," they whine, shuddering under the combined attentions of all their mates.
It makes their heart soar, feeling the love and affection from everyone, on their skin and through the link. They're all so happy. The thought of raising a family with their loving, doting mates only makes them more sure.
If it really is possible... then this is what they want.
Naseer rumbles something happy and playful at Corrigan's command, the words drowned out by Kurt's needy moans. They're only able to pay attention once he shoos Kai to the side, one of his big hands pressing between their shoulder blades, the other squeezing their ass. "Bend over, little dove," he says, easing them up on their knees, into a position that's become familiar over time. "You heard your determined Alpha."
Whining softly, Kurt settles against Corrigan's chest, their lips seeking his. They pour all their love and gratitude and wanting into a deep kiss, just as Naseer's hot, wet tongue finds their hole. Just that first touch has them keening into Alpha's mouth.
Part of Corrigan wants to keep his eyes open, wants to watch the delicious way Kurt falls apart under the intense, focused attentions of Naseer's truly talented tongue. The other part just wants to lose himself in the sweet urgency of that kiss, delight in the fact that there's no need to delay or wait or deny themselves. Patience is not a wolfpack's best trait, after all, each of them inclined much more to hedonism than self-denial.
Understandable, really, considering how wonderful it feels to indulge. Leo and Benji are doing just that, the former gliding his long, hot tongue over Kurt's shoulder, their neck, then ducking down to shove his big head between his Alpha and mate, so that slick heat is focused on the small human's tender chest. They've been cautious so far about participating in anything intimate while in wolf form, but Kurt knows them now, can tell each one apart, easily curls up naked with the whole furry pack.
So Leo nuzzles and nibbles and laps at their swollen nipples, in time with Naseer opening them up slowly, like it's some sort of race. Kai, his place usurped, settles for pressing one big hand down on Kurt's lower back, guiding them to lift their hips and present for the Beta. His free hand helps spread them wide for Naseer's mouth, fingers digging into their plush, freckled flesh, mouth finding their shoulder and nipping at it to make them squeal more.
Corrigan stays put for the moment, kissing Kurt between their sobbing moans, swallowing up the sounds, twining his tongue with theirs, then pulling back to kiss away their overstimulated tears. "Tell me when you're ready, little one," he murmurs, watching his mate shudder and squirm under the intense pleasure. "Tell me when Naseer has you ready for my knot. When you're ready to be bred."
It very quickly becomes clear just how sensitive they've become all over. Leo greedily laps at their nipples without even transforming back, leaving the little human squirming and sobbing with pleasure. The others keep toying with them, squeezing and stroking and groping their body, making them feel like they're on fire, the wolves relentless in their teasing.
And Naseer. They can feel every inch of his tongue languidly playing with their hole, tracing the rim, snaking inside, licking and thrusting and pulsing until they're a shuddering mess on top of their Alpha. He's not as noisy as the younger wolves, but he makes no secret of how much he's enjoying himself, moaning at the taste of them, how their flesh clenches and surrenders to him.
"A-Alpha—! Everyone, I'm— aah, please, p-please—!" they babble, sobbing atop Corrigan, tears trickling down their cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure. One of Benji's roaming hands slips around their stomach, fingers grazing their cock, and they come all over Alpha's chest with a bewildered cry of ecstasy. They're so much more sensitive now! Usually they last way longer!
It doesn't matter much, of course, because they've only just gotten started. Their body hungers for a knot, all of their knots, a sensation which finally makes sense to them. It's not just being filled, it's not just the intimate connection. Their body yearns to be bred. They get it now. "N-Now, Alpha, now! Please, n-need your knot inside, p-please! Breed me!"
Truly, the main reason Corrigan should've explained this all sooner is because he was missing out on hearing Kurt shamelessly beg to be bred. Every sound they make is perfect, flawless, but those words specifically light a ferocious fire within the Alpha.
Releasing his grip on his needy, pleading mate, Corrigan moves away, rising up on his knees and dragging his hand through the mess of come on his stomach, coating his fingers. "Enough, Naseer," he says, slick fingers moving to curl around his hardening cock, sliding free of his sheath. "They're ready."
Benji is already moving to crawl into Naseer's lap, eager to offer himself as a consolation prize, since Corrigan’s apparently going to fully occupy Kurt for a while. There's no jealousy, just an eagerness to witness, to watch their leader breed their mate. Once Corrigan’s done, they'll all get a turn, just like that first night.
But for now, its all Corrigan, his eyes dark, hand moving slowly up and down his huge cock, teasing himself as much as his pack. "Show me," he commands, voice low and resonant with Alpha authority. "Hands and knees, ass up. You know how, Kurt. Show me how good, greedy little mates get fucked."
Kurt truly pities their former self in moments like these. They used to feel so much shame, burdened by guilt and self-loathing so profound it was a wonder they ever functioned. Their body, their voice, their presentation, their wishes and desires, they were all wrong. For years, they let their life be dictated by what others deemed correct, and were punished when they couldn't conform.
All of that is gone now. Now, when Alpha darkly commands them to present for him, to show him and the whole pack how eager and greedy they are to get fucked, Kurt feels no shame. They obey him right away, getting on their hands and knees and tipping their hips up, exposing everything. Still shaking from coming so hard, they whine impatiently into the warm grass, loathing every second they remain empty.
"P-Please—!" Kurt sobs, unable to tear their eyes off Corrigan's thick cock, slick and gripped between strong fingers coated in their own spend. They can hear Benji already moaning right next to them, Naseer wasting no time in fucking the young pup hard and fast, clearly just as affected by Kurt's plea as their Alpha had been.
The sounds of Benji enjoying himself just make Kurt that much more impatient, arching their back more, chest almost touching the grass, a desperate clip to their voice as they beg, "Alpha, p-please, now! I-It's not fair, please, I w-want your knot, I wanna be bred! Hurry!"
In normal everyday life, Kurt still tends towards deferential and submissive, especially towards Corrigan. They've slowly become comfortable with being bossy or sassy to the rest of the pack (especially Leo and Kai), but there's still a note of caution whenever they get playful with the Alpha. It's less every day, and Corrigan knows they're still healing from the cruelty of their youth.
But when Kurt's turned on like this -- shuddering and heated and thrumming with pleasure, very nearly in heat like a true wolf -- there's no shy timidity whatsoever. They always shamelessly plead for more, harder, deeper, faster, heedless of who may hear, uncaring that they're out in the open. When the pack's mate needs to be fucked, they need it immediately.
So of course Corrigan doesn't tease too much. Just a little, moving closer, close enough to rise predatory and dominating behind his little mate, one hand curling around their hip to tug them back, the other guiding his cock to glide teasingly over their sensitive, well-worked hole. "So needy," he murmurs, still teasing, tracing the shivery twitch of Kurt's entrance, but not letting them push back to take his cock inside. "So beautiful when you beg. So ready for my knot."
Another few teasing drags of his cock, then the Alpha finally guides it past the clenching, shivering muscle, pressing deep inside his mate in one smooth motion. "Perfect."
"Mean! Y-You're being a t-tease!" Kurt writhes against Corrigan's firm hand, fighting the grip he has on them, preventing them from pushing backwards onto his dick right away. It's not fair! Doesn't he want to breed them? Why is he teasing them so badly?!
Of course, it only makes it more enjoyable when he finally pushes all the way inside, making the human cry with pleasure into the warm summer air, eyes going hazy right away. They can feel his thick cock all the way in their stomach, knowing from experience that it's distending to fit him all, bulging and visible to everyone. They love all their mates, they love being fucked by them, each and every one, but still.
No one fucks them like Alpha.
"M-More," they almost snarl, fingers clenching into the grass, hips shaking with effort as they try pushing back against his grip. They use their full body weight, bracing against the ground as they shove back against him, needing to feel Alpha absolutely rail them. It could be their newfound sensitivity, or pregnancy hormones, or maybe they just want to carry his pups that badly. Whatever the reason, they won't rest until they're left sore and dripping with Corrigan's spend. "More, m-more, c'mon, Alpha—! Hurry up a-and fuck me!"
Part of Corrigan is conscious of the pack watching, in an echo of that first claiming, all those weeks ago. Benji's gone still in Naseer's lap, eyes hazy as they fix adoringly on his Alpha and mate, rocking his hips slightly, but much more focused on watching. Leo is human-shaped again, cuddled up to Kai, both of them caressing and touching one another to the sight of Kurt being bred.
But much, much more of his mind is entirely focused on how Kurt growls and demands that he fuck them, face flushed, eyes hazy with pleasure, hair tumbling wildly over their shoulders. Such a far cry from the innocent, blushing lost lamb they'd been the first time he'd fucked them.
"Look at you," the Alpha almost purrs, one hand gathering up Kurt's loose wavy hair, tugging them back hard and thrusting forward until he bottoms out inside them. He repeats the motions, a deep, punishing plunge followed by a slow, teasing glide free. "My ferocious little wolf. How could I deny you anything?"
He could, and he has, but not now. Now, Corrigan surrenders to the perfect slick grip of Kurt's body, the way they cry out every time he drives his cock inside them, the thrill of his pack watching. He moves quicker, deeper, more frenetic, until the hand knotted in his mate's hair is solely to keep them still as he mercilessly fucks them just the way they'd demanded.
His words echo in their mind as Corrigan gives them exactly what they demanded, fucking them just as hard and deep as they like it. They really are more wolf than human now. That's what it feels like, at least, when they're with their mates. There's no shame in how loudly they cry their pleasure, how they buck their body back against Corrigan's, how they let more of those filthy demands tumble past their lips while everyone watches, "yes, yes, f-fuck me, feels so good, faster, harder, Alpha, m-more, more!"
It's no wonder they never fit in with humanity. Every day that passes, they shed more of that shame, that fear, happy to be naked and disheveled and freshly fucked every waking moment. Desire becomes them. Kurt could never be this free, this happy with humans.
The thought that they'll get to spend the rest of their life like this, feeling their mates cocks pounding into them with savage need, filling them close to bursting every time, leaving them heavy with their pups one after another... Nothing has ever made them so deliriously happy.
Corrigan was right. They really were born for this. To be their treasured mate, their ferocious little wolf for life. "Alpha—! Yes! F-Fuck! Yes! C-Corrigan!" they wail as they come again, already, shuddering and clamping down on his cock still mercilessly pummeling their little body. They know Alpha can go for hours. Who knows how many times they'll come on his cock before he finally knots them, breeds them, just like he promised?
The answer, it turns out, is three. True, Kurt crying out his name -- another slip in their carefully-polite persona, begging him by name instead of title -- almost pushes Corrigan over the edge, almost prompts him to surrender to the hot rush of pleasure it brings. The sensation is felt throughout the link, an echoing reverberation of Kurt's bliss and the Alpha’s delight -- more than enough to have Benji shuddering and coming untouched in Naseer's lap.
But Corrigan holds back, grits his teeth and digs his fingers into Kurt's hips, painting bright red marks into their soft, pale skin. He rides through the shuddering waves of his little mate's climax, enjoying the massaging clutch of their body around his pulsing cock. Then he pulls free, breathing harshly, eyes nearly black with desire, and easily flips Kurt onto their back in the flattened grass.
Beyond words now, Corrigan moves over his mate, catches their mouth with his and kissing them slow and deeply, growling hungrily between kisses. His teeth catch Kurt's lower lip, filling their joined mouths with the bright taste of blood, prompting a low, pleased purr from the Alpha. His body moves, sliding back inside Kurt easily and resuming the quick, deep thrusts. Come again, he commands, wordless and resonant through the link, through every movement, every rumbling snarl and ferocious pulse of his cock. Come again, for me, come for your Alpha...
As much as Kurt loves getting mounted and pounded like a real wolf—they've hinted that they want to try taking their mates while fully transformed, but has been met with blanket denial each time, too dangerous, need to be careful—they still like this position the best. On their back, facing their mate, chest to chest, bent nearly in half so they can feel just how deep they're getting fucked. Like this, they can wrap their arms around his neck, pull him in for a wet, messy kiss, lock their ankles behind him and urge him even deeper inside.
The pain doesn't scare them anymore, nor the taste of blood flooding their mouth, eliciting sharp whimpers from the overstimulated human. If anything, it's nostalgic, the shock of pain bringing them back to that first time, to being claimed as his. They don't let Corrigan pull away for even a moment, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as they kiss, blood-slicked tongues tangling amidst their needy cries.
His command rings through the pack link, and they have no choice but to obey, coming again with a shuddering wail of ecstasy, making a mess of both their chests. Kurt can feel everyone's pleasure alongside their own, the strongest sensation they've ever felt through the link, compounding their own pleasure. They can feel Benji's twitchy overstimulation, Naseer's ever-languid thrusts deep inside him, Kai barely holding it together as Leo chokes down his cock.
They can feel their Alpha, losing himself in their body, in the vice-like clench around his cock, in the taste of their blood and desire on his teeth. It makes them feel so good. They're gonna come again at this rate. "P-Please!" they sob, nails digging into his shoulders, ankles locking tight behind him. "B-Breed me, Alpha, need— n-need it, please, I b-beg you, come inside, please! I can't t-take it! Need your c-come! Fill me! Please!!"
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For reasons they can't articulate, the touch of his palm to their stomach immediately soothes their remaining nerves, sending tingly shivers of delight down their spine, just like his lips to the scarring bite had. That, at least, they get. The bites are important. Even a human could feel that, the way their body had immediately reacted to being bitten, being bound to another being as if his teeth had clamped onto their very soul. Each bite is a promise as much as a claim, a precious gift, a tether both physical and spiritual changing them in innumerable ways.
The only thing that's really changed about their stomach is how much stew and come it's been filled with. Right?
Maybe they're just tired. Kurt can feel their eyelids starting to get heavy as they sit in Corrigan's lap, feeling his breathing, hearing his heartbeat, their body warming inside and out from the dinner and fire and furs. That's probably it. They're just sleepy. They just like being touched. That's it.
"Mmm... Leo's right," they giggle softly, shivering from the kiss, snuggling closer to their Alpha. They crack an eye open to see the rest of the pack shuffle back inside, waved closer by Naseer, who hasn't moved from his spot kneeling before Corrigan. "It wouldn't be fair t'keep me all to y-yourself, right? I wanna share."
Feeling warm, sated, safe once more, Kurt reaches an arm out, reaching for the rest of their mates to join them in the furs.
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And get, and get, and continue to get over the coming days. The brightness of spring gives way to the lazy, sticky heat of summer, and the pack continues to indulge themselves in various creative ways. Benji figures out a way to dam up part of the river with stones and mud, creating a deep, cool pool that Kurt can bathe and swim in without worrying about the swift current. Leo meticulously mends the holes in his mate's vivid red cloak, just in case the weather turns, and finds other ways to repurpose their shredded clothes -- though of course, everyone prefers to go naked most of the time. Naseer teaches Kurt which of his myriad little bottles of powder and dried herbs do what, and let's them help patch up scrapes and treat headaches and season meals to their hearts delight. Even Kai finds ways to prove himself, hunting almost relentlessly, foraging for bird's eggs and berries and nuts like a fiend, bringing home anything pretty or interesting for Kurt to examine, in the faint hope that it'll make them smile or light up.
And Corrigan watches his pack, watches them embrace their mate, figuratively and literally, watches and delights in how Kurt gets less shaky, less fearful every day. Sometimes they still go glassy-eyed and panicky, sometimes their voice pitches up high in fear or shuts off entirely. Sometimes they still cling to him and cry, though never as devastated and gut-wrenching as that first day.
The sun lights their chestnut hair, bringing out strands of gold and auburn, and leaves freckles scattered across their nose and cheeks and shoulders. Their eyes are brighter, their cheeks rosy, their body softer and fuller, well-fed on wild game and fresh fruit and fish. And every time they smile up at Corrigan, it's easier, freer, more genuine.
It gets to the point where even without the link, he can tell when they don't feel well, sensing it in their forced smile and cautious movements. He sees it, one day by the river, as Kurt sits up and starts collecting their scattered clothes. Corrigan knows very well by now the difference between a good, deep ache after his mate's been thoroughly pleasured by one of the wolves, and actual discomfort, and thus is the latter.
Frowning, he reaches out, catching Kurt's wrist gently to tug them back to sit. "Are you all right, beloved?"
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They're not waking up from this. No one is coming to take them away. It's just them and their wolves, playing and learning and loving each other fearlessly. Kurt has never felt happiness like this before.
Something's come over them lately though, dampening their bright mood. What started as weird little pangs and random nausea throughout the day has grown into a persistent stomachache—nothing too severe or painful, but definitely distracting. It must have started showing on their face, or been felt through the link, and as soon as Corrigan asks, they huff softly, annoyed at their own body. They can't overindulge in the affections of their pack with an upset tummy!
"I'm fine, Alpha, I think. It's just—" Kurt frowns, cupping their stomach, naked skin warmed by the sunlight. "My stomach's been feeling weird lately. Maybe I ate something I shouldn't have?"
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"Was it those berries Kai found? I thought they were suspicious." He's entirely teasing, earning himself a splash of water from where Kai is lounging in the pool with the rest of the pack. None of the wolves would've let Kurt eat anything even remotely unknown. Corrigan’s seen Leo, who's known for eating actual roadkill, insist that leftovers might not be up to standard, and go out to hunt fresh meat.
Shaking water droplets from his hair, Corrigan lies back in the sunwarmed grass, pulling Kurt atop him. "Do you feel anything else? Feverish, sore anywhere?" His big hands easily roam up and down his mate's delicate frame, ostensibly to see if he can feel anything amiss -- though of course it's just another reason to touch them.
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None of them would ever hurt them. Kurt can't remember having ever laughed so freely in their life.
"Aside from the usual places?" they quip, shooting their Alpha a lopsided grin as they wriggle their hips into his lap. It's been a while since the wolves have actually left them in pain. Turns out the human body is tremendously adaptable when full of wolf pheromones. "Um... Just kinda nauseous now and then? And my chest," they say, sitting up straight and cupping their hands over their chest. "It's felt really tender and puffy lately..."
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Not yet, though. The laugh is genuine, and despite their mysterious aches, Kurt wiggles their hips easily (and temptingly) into Corrigan’s lap, clearly not too ill to enjoy their Alpha’s attentions. "Mmmm, right, huckleberries. Perhaps they were fermented? A bit...intoxicating?"
Kurt's hands come to their chest, drawing Corrigan’s eyes there. They've filled out quite a bit in the past few weeks, all the healthy food and sunshine and rest, and all the wolves enjoy just how sensitive their pert, pretty nipples are. But now Corrigan can see the swelling, the fullness, the way Kurt's delicate hands cup over actual rounded peaks. That's new.
A thrill of hope runs lightning-fast through the pack link, a vague thought thats been simmering at the back of all their minds coming to the front. Corrigan gently tugs Kurt's hands away, replacing them with his own, the rough pad of his thumb stroking slowly over one tender, swollen nipple. "Right here?" he prompts, feigning ignorance, like he can't feel exactly what his touch is doing to his mate. "How does this feel, little bird?"
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But even with all that, they have no hope of understanding the sudden rush of emotion the wolves share just now. It's like a jolt, a sudden positive feeling shooting through all of them, making their mates perk up all around them and pay close attention—though to what, they can't say.
Not that they're thinking too hard about that right now, because Alpha starts toying with their nipples and Kurt's mind is suddenly terribly preoccupied. "Aah—! A-Alpha, that— ohhh, that feels s-so good," they whine, hands finding Corrigan's stomach, bracing themself against it as they arch into his hands. "It's so sensitive there, m-much more'n normal... F-Feels really tender, Alpha..."
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But Corrigan can feel how tender their chest is now, how their whole body shudders in almost-pain when he circles the tip of his thumb around the swollen bud of their nipple. He's barely begun, and his mate is squirming like he's been toying with them for hours. That definitely isn't typical.
Hope and concern and protective ferocity are pulsing through the link, less a coherent thought than a fervent tangle of emotions. It's real, it's happening, it must be, and the pack reacts with wordless joy -- all except for Benji.
Sweet Benji, ever the clumsy one, puts his foot in his mouth by scrambling out of the water and suggesting cheerfully: "Maybe you're finally pregnant!"
...not. Exactly how Corrigan would've handled things.
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The sudden incredulous look on Kurt's face at Benji's excited words is a little chip in that hope, proving it more brittle than first assumed.
"B-Benji, love, that's— aaah, Alpha, yes, right th-there... Benji, b-baby, that's ridiculous," they manage, glancing over their shoulder at the pup with their eyebrows quirked. They don't like belittling Benji the way his brothers do, having become so protective of him, even when he bumbles around like an overgrown puppy. But this? This is just silly. Even having their sensitive body toyed with, feeling their cock already hardening against Corrigan's stomach, Kurt can't help but giggle, wholly unconvinced.
"I can't g-get pregnant, honey. Only girls c-can have b-babies."
Corrigan should be able to feel the full weight of his Beta's bewildered stare on his skin, the accusing tone of his first and only thought cutting straight through the pack link, aimed directly at him: You mean you haven't told them yet?!
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"Love, you know we aren't -- we don't do things like humans do." Despite his bewilderment, Corrigan is careful to school his expression into something gentle, mindful of how hypervigilant Kurt is about making the pack upset. And they aren't -- or, rather, they're bewildered that their Alpha apparently hadn't explained one of the biggest aspects of bring a werewolf pack's mate.
The thing is, Corrigan is under the genuine impression he had. More or less. Kurt had arrived with very set ideas of what tasks belonged to which types of people, and had gotten very fretful when one of "the men" did "women's work". Corrigan had explained then that wolves didn't bother with all that stuff. If there was work to be done, everyone assisted. If they chose to wear clothes, they wore what pleased them best. If they enjoyed one another, the physical act of giving or receiving -- who bent over and who mounted -- was determined mostly by whim.
However, there's a pretty big leap from "gender roles don't apply here" to "being part of this pack will physically change your body to be able to carry pups". Corrigan realizes this now, hands settling on Kurt's hips, trying to keep his voice gentle -- and ignore his Beta's flat glare from across the grass. "My darling, did you really -- have no idea? I know I've mentioned it. Haven't I?"
He has. In the heat of passion, growling it against Kurt's neck, as his knot swells inside them, promising to fill them, breed them and so on. Not exactly the most clear-headed moment.
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So it's fair to say that Corrigan's words are a complete shock to their system. They frown up at him, disbelieving, trying to fight down the blush and arousal so they can really process what he's asking them—which in itself is a tall order.
"Wh-What are you talking about, Alpha? Mentioned what?" The little human's gaze goes from one of their mates to the next, confusion plainly written on their blushing face. They're all staring at them. "Wait, you... y-you don't actually believe I can get pregnant, d-do you?"
Just the very thought is absurd. Sure, with the wolves it doesn't matter if you're man or woman or somewhere inbetween or something entirely different, everyone are equal and can do as they please, not chained to what's decided by society. That's great! Exactly what Kurt always wanted! But that doesn't change the surely immutable laws of nature! When Alpha would growl about breeding them, they definitely didn't think he meant it literally. Is this another species divide, like the transformation and the pack link? Can true werewolf mates actually fall pregnant..?
"I can't. I-It's impossible, I don't have the... parts..."
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But this is a fundamental part of a pack. The chosen mate cares for and keeps the others together, is the center of their world, rules over the den and carries and cares for pups. In bigger packs, yes, it's common for the role to belong to several individuals, either simultaneously or in succession. And some choose never to have children, preferring to grow the pack by taking in loners and orphans.
But that doesn't mean it's impossible. There are herbs to suppress pregnancy, but the potential is always there. That's known.
Kurt expresses their confusion, refers to their body, and Corrigan is quick to smooth his hands up and down their back. "Everything about you is right, love. Being our mate means -- changes can come. Being with us, around us, these things always happen, regardless of what...parts are there at the beginning."
Kai speaks up then, softly, reaching out to stroke back Kurt's hair and prompt them to look back at him. "Is that somethin' you -- don't want, baby?"
It's a heavy question, and one Corrigan himself should've asked. He shouldn't have assumed. He should've made sure .
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That can't be right. There's no way. Bodies can't just change like that, there's no treatment or medicine in the world that could change the unchangeable! Kurt is missing very pivotal organs needed for a pregnancy! You can't just grow new organs, how is that even possible?!
But then again... they have changed a lot ever since coming here. Their body can take so much more than they ever thought possible. Their wounds heal faster now, their senses have improved, and they can feel their mates' emotions like they were their own. All things that seemed impossible when they were trapped within humanity.
Could it really be possible..?
Kai's hand is cold and wet from the water as he touches them. But it's not his touch that makes them shiver. If it was really possible, would they want to have babies? Kurt frowns, thinking. In truth, they've always wanted children, but gradually had to settle on the fact that no woman would ever want someone like them. Certainly not to father her children, raise them, provide for them. But if they could truly cut out that step...
Instinctively, they cup their stomach with a small pale hand. Their heart is racing, pulse spiking at the thought that they could actually be pregnant. "I... I mean, if I could, b-but..." Kurt blushes.
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Corrigan especially exhales in relief, cradling Kurt's face in his hands and kissing their cheeks, their nose, their lips. "I should've explained sooner, my love. I'm sorry. I forget there's so much more possible for you now."
Kai slides his river-chilled hands around to resume teasing at the little human's swollen, puffy nipples, kissing the back of their neck and murmuring: "You really think there's anything Alpha can't do? You're gonna end up with twins, he's so damn determined."
Benji steps up next, covering Kurt's hand over their belly and nuzzling against their shoulder, an echo of Leo's hot wolfish tongue on their other side. Corrigan glances over at Naseer, beckons him closer, one hand going into his Beta's soft curls. "Help me get our mate ready, love? I think taking a few knots would soothe some of those aches and pains..."
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It makes their heart soar, feeling the love and affection from everyone, on their skin and through the link. They're all so happy. The thought of raising a family with their loving, doting mates only makes them more sure.
If it really is possible... then this is what they want.
Naseer rumbles something happy and playful at Corrigan's command, the words drowned out by Kurt's needy moans. They're only able to pay attention once he shoos Kai to the side, one of his big hands pressing between their shoulder blades, the other squeezing their ass. "Bend over, little dove," he says, easing them up on their knees, into a position that's become familiar over time. "You heard your determined Alpha."
Whining softly, Kurt settles against Corrigan's chest, their lips seeking his. They pour all their love and gratitude and wanting into a deep kiss, just as Naseer's hot, wet tongue finds their hole. Just that first touch has them keening into Alpha's mouth.
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Understandable, really, considering how wonderful it feels to indulge. Leo and Benji are doing just that, the former gliding his long, hot tongue over Kurt's shoulder, their neck, then ducking down to shove his big head between his Alpha and mate, so that slick heat is focused on the small human's tender chest. They've been cautious so far about participating in anything intimate while in wolf form, but Kurt knows them now, can tell each one apart, easily curls up naked with the whole furry pack.
So Leo nuzzles and nibbles and laps at their swollen nipples, in time with Naseer opening them up slowly, like it's some sort of race. Kai, his place usurped, settles for pressing one big hand down on Kurt's lower back, guiding them to lift their hips and present for the Beta. His free hand helps spread them wide for Naseer's mouth, fingers digging into their plush, freckled flesh, mouth finding their shoulder and nipping at it to make them squeal more.
Corrigan stays put for the moment, kissing Kurt between their sobbing moans, swallowing up the sounds, twining his tongue with theirs, then pulling back to kiss away their overstimulated tears. "Tell me when you're ready, little one," he murmurs, watching his mate shudder and squirm under the intense pleasure. "Tell me when Naseer has you ready for my knot. When you're ready to be bred."
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And Naseer. They can feel every inch of his tongue languidly playing with their hole, tracing the rim, snaking inside, licking and thrusting and pulsing until they're a shuddering mess on top of their Alpha. He's not as noisy as the younger wolves, but he makes no secret of how much he's enjoying himself, moaning at the taste of them, how their flesh clenches and surrenders to him.
"A-Alpha—! Everyone, I'm— aah, please, p-please—!" they babble, sobbing atop Corrigan, tears trickling down their cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure. One of Benji's roaming hands slips around their stomach, fingers grazing their cock, and they come all over Alpha's chest with a bewildered cry of ecstasy. They're so much more sensitive now! Usually they last way longer!
It doesn't matter much, of course, because they've only just gotten started. Their body hungers for a knot, all of their knots, a sensation which finally makes sense to them. It's not just being filled, it's not just the intimate connection. Their body yearns to be bred. They get it now. "N-Now, Alpha, now! Please, n-need your knot inside, p-please! Breed me!"
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Releasing his grip on his needy, pleading mate, Corrigan moves away, rising up on his knees and dragging his hand through the mess of come on his stomach, coating his fingers. "Enough, Naseer," he says, slick fingers moving to curl around his hardening cock, sliding free of his sheath. "They're ready."
Benji is already moving to crawl into Naseer's lap, eager to offer himself as a consolation prize, since Corrigan’s apparently going to fully occupy Kurt for a while. There's no jealousy, just an eagerness to witness, to watch their leader breed their mate. Once Corrigan’s done, they'll all get a turn, just like that first night.
But for now, its all Corrigan, his eyes dark, hand moving slowly up and down his huge cock, teasing himself as much as his pack. "Show me," he commands, voice low and resonant with Alpha authority. "Hands and knees, ass up. You know how, Kurt. Show me how good, greedy little mates get fucked."
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All of that is gone now. Now, when Alpha darkly commands them to present for him, to show him and the whole pack how eager and greedy they are to get fucked, Kurt feels no shame. They obey him right away, getting on their hands and knees and tipping their hips up, exposing everything. Still shaking from coming so hard, they whine impatiently into the warm grass, loathing every second they remain empty.
"P-Please—!" Kurt sobs, unable to tear their eyes off Corrigan's thick cock, slick and gripped between strong fingers coated in their own spend. They can hear Benji already moaning right next to them, Naseer wasting no time in fucking the young pup hard and fast, clearly just as affected by Kurt's plea as their Alpha had been.
The sounds of Benji enjoying himself just make Kurt that much more impatient, arching their back more, chest almost touching the grass, a desperate clip to their voice as they beg, "Alpha, p-please, now! I-It's not fair, please, I w-want your knot, I wanna be bred! Hurry!"
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But when Kurt's turned on like this -- shuddering and heated and thrumming with pleasure, very nearly in heat like a true wolf -- there's no shy timidity whatsoever. They always shamelessly plead for more, harder, deeper, faster, heedless of who may hear, uncaring that they're out in the open. When the pack's mate needs to be fucked, they need it immediately.
So of course Corrigan doesn't tease too much. Just a little, moving closer, close enough to rise predatory and dominating behind his little mate, one hand curling around their hip to tug them back, the other guiding his cock to glide teasingly over their sensitive, well-worked hole. "So needy," he murmurs, still teasing, tracing the shivery twitch of Kurt's entrance, but not letting them push back to take his cock inside. "So beautiful when you beg. So ready for my knot."
Another few teasing drags of his cock, then the Alpha finally guides it past the clenching, shivering muscle, pressing deep inside his mate in one smooth motion. "Perfect."
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Of course, it only makes it more enjoyable when he finally pushes all the way inside, making the human cry with pleasure into the warm summer air, eyes going hazy right away. They can feel his thick cock all the way in their stomach, knowing from experience that it's distending to fit him all, bulging and visible to everyone. They love all their mates, they love being fucked by them, each and every one, but still.
No one fucks them like Alpha.
"M-More," they almost snarl, fingers clenching into the grass, hips shaking with effort as they try pushing back against his grip. They use their full body weight, bracing against the ground as they shove back against him, needing to feel Alpha absolutely rail them. It could be their newfound sensitivity, or pregnancy hormones, or maybe they just want to carry his pups that badly. Whatever the reason, they won't rest until they're left sore and dripping with Corrigan's spend. "More, m-more, c'mon, Alpha—! Hurry up a-and fuck me!"
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But much, much more of his mind is entirely focused on how Kurt growls and demands that he fuck them, face flushed, eyes hazy with pleasure, hair tumbling wildly over their shoulders. Such a far cry from the innocent, blushing lost lamb they'd been the first time he'd fucked them.
"Look at you," the Alpha almost purrs, one hand gathering up Kurt's loose wavy hair, tugging them back hard and thrusting forward until he bottoms out inside them. He repeats the motions, a deep, punishing plunge followed by a slow, teasing glide free. "My ferocious little wolf. How could I deny you anything?"
He could, and he has, but not now. Now, Corrigan surrenders to the perfect slick grip of Kurt's body, the way they cry out every time he drives his cock inside them, the thrill of his pack watching. He moves quicker, deeper, more frenetic, until the hand knotted in his mate's hair is solely to keep them still as he mercilessly fucks them just the way they'd demanded.
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His words echo in their mind as Corrigan gives them exactly what they demanded, fucking them just as hard and deep as they like it. They really are more wolf than human now. That's what it feels like, at least, when they're with their mates. There's no shame in how loudly they cry their pleasure, how they buck their body back against Corrigan's, how they let more of those filthy demands tumble past their lips while everyone watches, "yes, yes, f-fuck me, feels so good, faster, harder, Alpha, m-more, more!"
It's no wonder they never fit in with humanity. Every day that passes, they shed more of that shame, that fear, happy to be naked and disheveled and freshly fucked every waking moment. Desire becomes them. Kurt could never be this free, this happy with humans.
The thought that they'll get to spend the rest of their life like this, feeling their mates cocks pounding into them with savage need, filling them close to bursting every time, leaving them heavy with their pups one after another... Nothing has ever made them so deliriously happy.
Corrigan was right. They really were born for this. To be their treasured mate, their ferocious little wolf for life. "Alpha—! Yes! F-Fuck! Yes! C-Corrigan!" they wail as they come again, already, shuddering and clamping down on his cock still mercilessly pummeling their little body. They know Alpha can go for hours. Who knows how many times they'll come on his cock before he finally knots them, breeds them, just like he promised?
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But Corrigan holds back, grits his teeth and digs his fingers into Kurt's hips, painting bright red marks into their soft, pale skin. He rides through the shuddering waves of his little mate's climax, enjoying the massaging clutch of their body around his pulsing cock. Then he pulls free, breathing harshly, eyes nearly black with desire, and easily flips Kurt onto their back in the flattened grass.
Beyond words now, Corrigan moves over his mate, catches their mouth with his and kissing them slow and deeply, growling hungrily between kisses. His teeth catch Kurt's lower lip, filling their joined mouths with the bright taste of blood, prompting a low, pleased purr from the Alpha. His body moves, sliding back inside Kurt easily and resuming the quick, deep thrusts. Come again, he commands, wordless and resonant through the link, through every movement, every rumbling snarl and ferocious pulse of his cock. Come again, for me, come for your Alpha...
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The pain doesn't scare them anymore, nor the taste of blood flooding their mouth, eliciting sharp whimpers from the overstimulated human. If anything, it's nostalgic, the shock of pain bringing them back to that first time, to being claimed as his. They don't let Corrigan pull away for even a moment, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as they kiss, blood-slicked tongues tangling amidst their needy cries.
His command rings through the pack link, and they have no choice but to obey, coming again with a shuddering wail of ecstasy, making a mess of both their chests. Kurt can feel everyone's pleasure alongside their own, the strongest sensation they've ever felt through the link, compounding their own pleasure. They can feel Benji's twitchy overstimulation, Naseer's ever-languid thrusts deep inside him, Kai barely holding it together as Leo chokes down his cock.
They can feel their Alpha, losing himself in their body, in the vice-like clench around his cock, in the taste of their blood and desire on his teeth. It makes them feel so good. They're gonna come again at this rate. "P-Please!" they sob, nails digging into his shoulders, ankles locking tight behind him. "B-Breed me, Alpha, need— n-need it, please, I b-beg you, come inside, please! I can't t-take it! Need your c-come! Fill me! Please!!"
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