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.
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."
Naseer shudders at Corrigan's words, a happy full-body shiver of absolute indulgence. Even after all these years, even being the second-highest ranking member of the pack since it's foundation, even being—debatably—the oldest of the six, there's still nothing that beats Alpha's praise. Ever the born Beta. Nothing makes him as happy as serving his Alpha does, as doing a good job for him, as making him proud.
Especially like this, servicing their enchanting little mate with his mouth, seeing and hearing and feeling how much they're enjoying themself inside him. Kurt is whining and moaning with pleasure, both from Corrigan's thick fingers inside and from Naseer's hot, slick, tight throat expertly clenching around their cock, fluttering every time he moves. It's bliss.
Is this what Kai felt like yesterday? No wonder he came down their throat so fast. Kurt feels like they're going to explode, and Naseer has barely even moved yet.
"Th-Thank you!" they cry, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire both, a needy wail escaping them as Corrigan pushes his fingers so deep inside. Kurt reaches for the Beta, needing something to hold on to, carding through his thick tied-back curls with trembling fingers. Naseer seems to like it when their nails score his scalp, prompting soft rumbles of pleasure deep in his chest, his tongue pushing hungrily against their cock as he sucks them off.
Which just makes Kurt keen and whine more. "Yes! N-Naseer! Thank you for t-taking me in your mouth, it f-feels so good, y-your throat feels amazing! Th-Thank you for helping get me ready for— f-for you to fuck me! Alphaaa, p-please," they sob, twitching every time Naseer takes them into his throat. Even hazy-eyed with praise and choking on cock, he still manages to look smug. "He f-feels so good, Alpha!"
Corrigan can tell Naseer's holding back -- when he's at his most intense, he can make any member of the pack come within moments. Even the very practiced Alpha, for all his smug bragging about stamina. But this is all so new for Kurt, already so intense and overwhelming, even with Naseer barely moving. Corrigan wonders if their sweet, recently-virginal mate has ever even touched themselves before, if they have any idea how many wonderful ways their body can feel.
"I know, my love, it feels so good, so hot and perfect around your beautiful cock." He murmurs it against their ear, moving his fingers in rhythmic, rolling motions, caressing Kurt’s slick, hot inside, seeking out that place within them that'll truly send them into blissful madness. "Do you know how perfect you are? Every inch of you, made without flaw, intoxicating to us. There's nothing wrong in you, nothing shameful." Even as the fact he has to say this sends an ache through Corrigan’s core, he says it over and over against Kurt's neck, their ear, their tangled hair. "Nothing, you're so good, so beautiful, my sweet, perfect mate, my love, my life."
The plaintive plea comes, Kurt blushing and stammering as they obey, saying the filthy words for the first time, seemingly embarrassed. But Corrigan can feel the way they go tight and shuddering around his fingers, how the forbidden words thrill them. He looks forward to teasing them more, once they're wholly secure in their safety. The Alpha stifles a groan, thinking about someday teasing Kurt, just like this, calling them a needy, filthy little slut.
Time enough for that later, though -- the pack has the rest of forever to delight in their perfect mate. What matters is now, Kurt begging him -- for release, for permission, for more. Corrigan is fully hard by now, cock sliding free of it's sheath, rubbing against Kurt's slim back. He exhales, guiding his mate's small hand in tugging at Naseer's curls, seeing his Beta shiver in enjoyment. "Just like that, sweet one, he loves when you pull his hair like that, see? You make us both feel so good, Kurt, you're doing so good for us..." Corrigan slowly pulls his fingers free, guiding his cock to press inside instead -- sooner than he might usually, but wanting to soothe the sting of abandonment from earlier. "Come for me, beloved. I'm here, I won't leave you again. Never again, Kurt, never."
The words are embarrassing, yes—both what Kurt is made to say and what Corrigan purrs into their ear—but something about hearing them spoken makes Kurt feel all weak and liquid inside. It's the same feeling as yesterday, that same intoxicating swirl of shame and pleasure, of humiliation and empowerment, coiling tight and hot in their gut.
Maybe it's the surprising pleasure of pain they inadvertently discovered yesterday. Not just physical pain lovingly given, but emotional pain as well, spiritual pain. The wolves don't find them reprehensible for enjoying their attentions, the ones they were always taught were shameful and filthy. In fact, they encourage Kurt to let go, to surrender, to feel the wealth of sensation overwhelming them with every part of their body and soul.
When they do, finally allowing themself to feel everything—Naseer humming around their cock when they pull his hair, his head bobbing faster and more focused, Corrigan's fingers leaving them and his thick flared cock taking their place, filling them up so completely—the pleasure is explosive. Kurt comes with a shuddering wail, clenching Naseer's hair as they empty down his tight, hot throat, their toes curling into the furs.
The Beta, terribly pleased with his performance, slowly pulls back once Kurt's cock stops twitching on his tongue. He swallows every drop of their spend with a satisfied moan, licking them clean, barely even needing to catch his breath before he starts showering them with praise. "Stunning, you're so perfect for us, beloved little dove, you did beautifully." The whole time, he presses hungry kisses to their shuddering stomach, their quivering thighs. He can see where Corrigan is joined with their mate, and it makes his mouth water.
"That's it, very good, deep breaths for me, my love," Naseer purrs, running his hands over Kurt's heaving chest, bitten and swollen and slick with salve. He steals a kiss from his breathless mate, then from his Alpha, shooting Corrigan a wolfish grin as he pulls back. "They should catch their breath before returning the favor, yes?"
"Mmmhm," is Corrigan’s quick response, busy reaching out to snag his fingers into Naseer's curls and drag him back for a proper, deep kiss. He almost purrs in approval at the taste of Kurt on his Beta's tongue, hungrily sliding his own into Naseer's mouth, greedy and demanding. His hips rock lazily upwards, in no great rush, enjoying how Kurt shudders through the aftershocks of their climax, tight and rhythmic around the Alpha’s cock.
"So indulgent," Corrigan breathes out when he finally releases Naseer, raining a few more kisses across his flushed, blissful face. "But yes, catch your breath, little love." He releases his grip on Naseer, wraps both arms around Kurt and snuggles them closer against his chest, feeling their pulse racing wildly, the heave of each breath. Best of all, he can feel their pleasure singing through the pack link, a soaring, blissful feeling that's achingly sweet in how new it is. Every touch is a marvel, a revelation of all the wondrous things their body can do.
Corrigan strokes a big hand up and down over Kurt's shuddering stomach, murmuring against their neck: "Beloved, we're just getting started. Just you wait..."
Alpha spoke the truth. They'd only just gotten started enjoying Kurt's body for a second time, easing them through climax after climax, using their hands and mouth and ass with renewed purpose. Once Corrigan and Naseer are done with them—that in itself taking a while, as neither of the pack leaders want to relinquish their shuddering, wailing little mate—the rest of the pack returns from breaking down the buck, more than happy to join in.
It does wonders for Kurt's anxious nerves, letting their hungry mates help themselves to their body. They completely forget ever being frightened of them. How could they be frightened of Kai, patiently teaching them how to pleasure him with their hands, or of Leo, licking and sucking their sensitive nipples while fucking them slow and deep, or of Benji, gasping breathlessly as he comes down their throat for the first time? How could they be frightened of their Alpha, watching his pack enjoy their mate with a loving smile on his face?
Kurt wishes this would go on forever. This mindless, all-consuming bliss, the roaring swells of pleasure and joy inside them every time they come, every time they take a knot, every time their stomach swells close to bursting with their mates' spend.
But it too comes to an end. After relieving themselves within their mate, the pack regains its composure, cleaning the little human up and allowing them their rest. The herbal medicines have left them free of pain and nerves, the pack's focused attentions leaving them giggly and affectionate within the furs, cuddling with anyone who wants to. They all talk for a while, shadows inching across the dusty cabin floor as they get to know each other throughout the day, sharing how long the pack has been here, when they all joined, who claimed who. Kurt shares what they're comfortable sharing, telling the curious pack about their skills, their interests, their dreams of being a homesteader.
Being a wolf isn't so different from being a human as they'd been lead to believe.
By the time the sun starts waning, Kurt is up and about, exploring the cabin with Benji by their side. Naseer is tending to the simmering stew, having shown them what herbs he uses to flavor the cooking meat—teaching them, as they may take over preparing meals in the future—leaving the youngest pack members to prepare the bowls for eating.
"You carved these yourself?" Kurt asks, mesmerized as they turn a rough hewn bowl over in their hands. "That's amazing. You're really talented, Benji."
"He has his moments," Kai teases, sitting up from where he'd been sprawled in the furs, half-asleep, even though it's been hours since he'd spilled over Kurt's hands with an all-consuming growl of pleasure. Corrigan’s still there, sitting back against the furs with his eyes half-closed, blissful in the satisfaction of his pack, his mate. The fearful unease of that morning is gone, replaced with a comfortable bliss the Alpha hasn't felt since leaving his childhood pack -- a cohesion he's longed for ever since.
Kurt had done that. Beautiful, sweet-voiced, bright-eyed Kurt, their hair neatly rebraided (Benji had pulled most of it loose when Kurt was sucking him off, and had apologized profusely, the words not ringing fully true considering he was still coming as he said them) and hanging down their back, their bare feet so small against the dusty ground. Corrigan idly thinks about brooms, about the way the shabby little cabin can be fixed up, the unused back room turned into a proper bedroom, the ways he can turn their den into a home. He wants to do it all immediately, wants to give Kurt everything they've ever dreamed of, everything they could possibly want.
There's time, though. Time for him to chuckle as Kai bounds up, grabbing Benji around the waist and nuzzling at his neck, teasing: "Look at you blushing, pup, like you didn't just come your brains out down their pretty throat. Don't be so modest."
"I'm not blushing!" Benji squawks, absolutely blushing as he tries to wriggle free from his brother's grasp.
Kurt giggles brightly, their blush almost matching Benji's as they realize how long it's been since they've laughed so freely. It's like they're surprised by the sound of their own laughter. While it sounds foreign and sharp to their ears, it feels so good to just laugh, not held back by fear of scorn or retribution. No one is going to punish them for giggling. No one is furious that they're having fun.
They're also blushing from Kai's words, still remembering the taste of Benji's cock in their mouth, his spend coating their tongue. Part of them wonders if they'll ever get used to this. The sex, the pleasure, their own nudity in the presence of five adult men. How freely they all talk about sex, like it's not shameful or wrong in the slightest. How generous they are with their praise. No one has ever called their throat pretty before.
Kurt supposes they will get used to it with time. Because even as strange and alien as this all is, they know they can never go back to a human life ever again. Why would they want to? Being with the wolves feels so good, so safe.
"Now, be nice to your brother, Kai," they admonish gently, still beaming, crooked teeth and all. "I think Benji is very talented. Carving tableware by hand is no joke! Humans need special machines to even do this, did you know that?" They carefully stack the bowls into each other, feeling the weight of them in their arms. Feeding six people is no joke either, it's heavy work!
"Humans need damn machines for everything. Catch a fish with your teeth, that's the real way to do it." Kai huffs in mock annoyance, but all of the wolves' affection is blatantly obvious -- Naseer by the fire, Leo tossing sticks into the flames to stoke it, Benji squirming in Kai's teasing grasp. They all instinctively turn towards Kurt, like the small human is the center of their whole universe. Their laughter, their sweet smile, their gently chiding words are somehow just as enticing as their moans of pleasure had been.
Even Corrigan, who knows inherently an Alpha's power and draw, understands that the heart of his pack has shifted. If it came to it, each of his brothers would choose Kurt's safety, Kurt's life over their own -- over even their Alpha’s. The thought is surprisingly not troubling to him. He'd rather they choose Kurt, each time.
Corrigan wants deeply to just lounge back in the furs until dinnertime, but he pauses. Perhaps some preternatural Alpha sense tells him to be cautious, seeing the teetering bowls in Kurt's arms, so close to Benji and Kai's roughhousing. "Careful," he barks at the wolves, even as Benji squirms free and stumbles over his own feet.
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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."
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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?
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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!
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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?
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"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."
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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.
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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?"
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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."
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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?"
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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?"
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"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."
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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."
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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.
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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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Especially like this, servicing their enchanting little mate with his mouth, seeing and hearing and feeling how much they're enjoying themself inside him. Kurt is whining and moaning with pleasure, both from Corrigan's thick fingers inside and from Naseer's hot, slick, tight throat expertly clenching around their cock, fluttering every time he moves. It's bliss.
Is this what Kai felt like yesterday? No wonder he came down their throat so fast. Kurt feels like they're going to explode, and Naseer has barely even moved yet.
"Th-Thank you!" they cry, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire both, a needy wail escaping them as Corrigan pushes his fingers so deep inside. Kurt reaches for the Beta, needing something to hold on to, carding through his thick tied-back curls with trembling fingers. Naseer seems to like it when their nails score his scalp, prompting soft rumbles of pleasure deep in his chest, his tongue pushing hungrily against their cock as he sucks them off.
Which just makes Kurt keen and whine more. "Yes! N-Naseer! Thank you for t-taking me in your mouth, it f-feels so good, y-your throat feels amazing! Th-Thank you for helping get me ready for— f-for you to fuck me! Alphaaa, p-please," they sob, twitching every time Naseer takes them into his throat. Even hazy-eyed with praise and choking on cock, he still manages to look smug. "He f-feels so good, Alpha!"
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"I know, my love, it feels so good, so hot and perfect around your beautiful cock." He murmurs it against their ear, moving his fingers in rhythmic, rolling motions, caressing Kurt’s slick, hot inside, seeking out that place within them that'll truly send them into blissful madness. "Do you know how perfect you are? Every inch of you, made without flaw, intoxicating to us. There's nothing wrong in you, nothing shameful." Even as the fact he has to say this sends an ache through Corrigan’s core, he says it over and over against Kurt's neck, their ear, their tangled hair. "Nothing, you're so good, so beautiful, my sweet, perfect mate, my love, my life."
The plaintive plea comes, Kurt blushing and stammering as they obey, saying the filthy words for the first time, seemingly embarrassed. But Corrigan can feel the way they go tight and shuddering around his fingers, how the forbidden words thrill them. He looks forward to teasing them more, once they're wholly secure in their safety. The Alpha stifles a groan, thinking about someday teasing Kurt, just like this, calling them a needy, filthy little slut.
Time enough for that later, though -- the pack has the rest of forever to delight in their perfect mate. What matters is now, Kurt begging him -- for release, for permission, for more. Corrigan is fully hard by now, cock sliding free of it's sheath, rubbing against Kurt's slim back. He exhales, guiding his mate's small hand in tugging at Naseer's curls, seeing his Beta shiver in enjoyment. "Just like that, sweet one, he loves when you pull his hair like that, see? You make us both feel so good, Kurt, you're doing so good for us..." Corrigan slowly pulls his fingers free, guiding his cock to press inside instead -- sooner than he might usually, but wanting to soothe the sting of abandonment from earlier. "Come for me, beloved. I'm here, I won't leave you again. Never again, Kurt, never."
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Maybe it's the surprising pleasure of pain they inadvertently discovered yesterday. Not just physical pain lovingly given, but emotional pain as well, spiritual pain. The wolves don't find them reprehensible for enjoying their attentions, the ones they were always taught were shameful and filthy. In fact, they encourage Kurt to let go, to surrender, to feel the wealth of sensation overwhelming them with every part of their body and soul.
When they do, finally allowing themself to feel everything—Naseer humming around their cock when they pull his hair, his head bobbing faster and more focused, Corrigan's fingers leaving them and his thick flared cock taking their place, filling them up so completely—the pleasure is explosive. Kurt comes with a shuddering wail, clenching Naseer's hair as they empty down his tight, hot throat, their toes curling into the furs.
The Beta, terribly pleased with his performance, slowly pulls back once Kurt's cock stops twitching on his tongue. He swallows every drop of their spend with a satisfied moan, licking them clean, barely even needing to catch his breath before he starts showering them with praise. "Stunning, you're so perfect for us, beloved little dove, you did beautifully." The whole time, he presses hungry kisses to their shuddering stomach, their quivering thighs. He can see where Corrigan is joined with their mate, and it makes his mouth water.
"That's it, very good, deep breaths for me, my love," Naseer purrs, running his hands over Kurt's heaving chest, bitten and swollen and slick with salve. He steals a kiss from his breathless mate, then from his Alpha, shooting Corrigan a wolfish grin as he pulls back. "They should catch their breath before returning the favor, yes?"
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"So indulgent," Corrigan breathes out when he finally releases Naseer, raining a few more kisses across his flushed, blissful face. "But yes, catch your breath, little love." He releases his grip on Naseer, wraps both arms around Kurt and snuggles them closer against his chest, feeling their pulse racing wildly, the heave of each breath. Best of all, he can feel their pleasure singing through the pack link, a soaring, blissful feeling that's achingly sweet in how new it is. Every touch is a marvel, a revelation of all the wondrous things their body can do.
Corrigan strokes a big hand up and down over Kurt's shuddering stomach, murmuring against their neck: "Beloved, we're just getting started. Just you wait..."
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It does wonders for Kurt's anxious nerves, letting their hungry mates help themselves to their body. They completely forget ever being frightened of them. How could they be frightened of Kai, patiently teaching them how to pleasure him with their hands, or of Leo, licking and sucking their sensitive nipples while fucking them slow and deep, or of Benji, gasping breathlessly as he comes down their throat for the first time? How could they be frightened of their Alpha, watching his pack enjoy their mate with a loving smile on his face?
Kurt wishes this would go on forever. This mindless, all-consuming bliss, the roaring swells of pleasure and joy inside them every time they come, every time they take a knot, every time their stomach swells close to bursting with their mates' spend.
But it too comes to an end. After relieving themselves within their mate, the pack regains its composure, cleaning the little human up and allowing them their rest. The herbal medicines have left them free of pain and nerves, the pack's focused attentions leaving them giggly and affectionate within the furs, cuddling with anyone who wants to. They all talk for a while, shadows inching across the dusty cabin floor as they get to know each other throughout the day, sharing how long the pack has been here, when they all joined, who claimed who. Kurt shares what they're comfortable sharing, telling the curious pack about their skills, their interests, their dreams of being a homesteader.
Being a wolf isn't so different from being a human as they'd been lead to believe.
By the time the sun starts waning, Kurt is up and about, exploring the cabin with Benji by their side. Naseer is tending to the simmering stew, having shown them what herbs he uses to flavor the cooking meat—teaching them, as they may take over preparing meals in the future—leaving the youngest pack members to prepare the bowls for eating.
"You carved these yourself?" Kurt asks, mesmerized as they turn a rough hewn bowl over in their hands. "That's amazing. You're really talented, Benji."
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Kurt had done that. Beautiful, sweet-voiced, bright-eyed Kurt, their hair neatly rebraided (Benji had pulled most of it loose when Kurt was sucking him off, and had apologized profusely, the words not ringing fully true considering he was still coming as he said them) and hanging down their back, their bare feet so small against the dusty ground. Corrigan idly thinks about brooms, about the way the shabby little cabin can be fixed up, the unused back room turned into a proper bedroom, the ways he can turn their den into a home. He wants to do it all immediately, wants to give Kurt everything they've ever dreamed of, everything they could possibly want.
There's time, though. Time for him to chuckle as Kai bounds up, grabbing Benji around the waist and nuzzling at his neck, teasing: "Look at you blushing, pup, like you didn't just come your brains out down their pretty throat. Don't be so modest."
"I'm not blushing!" Benji squawks, absolutely blushing as he tries to wriggle free from his brother's grasp.
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They're also blushing from Kai's words, still remembering the taste of Benji's cock in their mouth, his spend coating their tongue. Part of them wonders if they'll ever get used to this. The sex, the pleasure, their own nudity in the presence of five adult men. How freely they all talk about sex, like it's not shameful or wrong in the slightest. How generous they are with their praise. No one has ever called their throat pretty before.
Kurt supposes they will get used to it with time. Because even as strange and alien as this all is, they know they can never go back to a human life ever again. Why would they want to? Being with the wolves feels so good, so safe.
"Now, be nice to your brother, Kai," they admonish gently, still beaming, crooked teeth and all. "I think Benji is very talented. Carving tableware by hand is no joke! Humans need special machines to even do this, did you know that?" They carefully stack the bowls into each other, feeling the weight of them in their arms. Feeding six people is no joke either, it's heavy work!
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Even Corrigan, who knows inherently an Alpha's power and draw, understands that the heart of his pack has shifted. If it came to it, each of his brothers would choose Kurt's safety, Kurt's life over their own -- over even their Alpha’s. The thought is surprisingly not troubling to him. He'd rather they choose Kurt, each time.
Corrigan wants deeply to just lounge back in the furs until dinnertime, but he pauses. Perhaps some preternatural Alpha sense tells him to be cautious, seeing the teetering bowls in Kurt's arms, so close to Benji and Kai's roughhousing. "Careful," he barks at the wolves, even as Benji squirms free and stumbles over his own feet.
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