"Mmmmhm." Corrigan lifts his hand slightly, examines the marks on Kurt's wrist, brow furrowing deeper. Unlike the marks covering their neck and shoulders, these are ragged, clumsy, more about violence than making a permanent connection. But at least the bleeding's starting to slow. He guides their arm to submerge in the water, letting the coolness of it help the wound begin to clot, moving on to carefully combing dried blood out of their long hair. "It took Benji a while to understand that it wasn't a failure, not really. He's still part of our family, just not in the way we thought he would be."
It's a bit of an understatement -- the pup had been devastated by his apparent inability to be what the pack needed, aware from the beginning that the calming, centering effect of a true mate wasn't something he could do. Of course that hadn't mattered, not to Corrigan or Naseer, or Leo and Kai, for all their teasing. He was still theirs, like they were each other's.
But Miles...that had been another mark against him, his active attempts to freeze Benji out of the pack, constantly picking at and belittling the youngest wolf. This, coupled with his perpetually undermining and disregarding Naseer's authority, had led to that final confrontation, that final challenge. Corrigan doesn't like thinking about it, any of it, the pain it had caused his pack as he tried and tried to smooth things over with Miles -- because Kurt's right. A pack bond is for life.
"He caused too much pain to stay," he says finally, looking down at the jagged bite mark, submerged beneath the water, violent and cruel on his mate's delicate wrist. "The difference is that Benji's role changed, and he changed with it. When things began changing for Miles -- when the pack grew, and his role in it became altered from what he thought it should be, he rebelled. He fought against us, instead of growing with us." More than that, he seemed to enjoy causing the chaos, the dissent. It seemed to delight him.
Corrigan lifts Kurt's hand from the water, examining the wound, then pressing his lips to it, gently. "He's the sort of person who would hurt you. He's always been that person. I couldn't have that in my family, not back then, not now."
Miles fought them. He wanted no true part in a pack growing out of his set, narrow views of what it should be. Kurt can tell there's more that Alpha isn't telling them, the link tender with painful memories they can't parse, but they don't need to know more than what they already do. He's the sort of person who would hurt them. He's a liar, a manipulator, a bully. He never cared about their safety with the pack, or their dignity, or them being treated like a plaything. All he wanted was to use them to hurt the pack.
And he succeeded.
Kurt has never felt so stupid. Shame and guilt settles heavy in their stomach, an unbearable weight. They'd played right into his hands, they'd believed him, not even stopping to consider his true motive. Revenge on the pack that exiled a monster. They're such an idiot.
"He... He wanted me t-to go with him," they confess, curling into Corrigan, seeking his comfort. That gentle kiss to their throbbing wound nearly makes them unravel. "He said he'd t-take me home, he'd take care of me... b-before you threw me away like another whore." That word still hurts. It's different when Alpha calls them needy, greedy, a pretty little wolf slut, because he knows them. Miles doesn't. He hasn't seen them at their smallest and saddest, he hasn't seen them grow from a terrified young human to a confident, playful mate. To him, they're just a whore.
"He'll come back. When he bit m-me, he said he'll see me soon... He knew my name." A terrified shiver goes through them. "Wh-What do we do, Alpha?"
A hot, blinding flash of rage flickers through the pack link, enough to catch the attention of the other wolves, who've been tending to Benji's wounds -- but it passes, and Corrigan focuses hard on projecting calm, control, peace. It doesn't matter that he wants to find Miles, even if it takes all night, wants to tear him into little pieces while he's still alive and sniveling. How dare he. How dare he.
But Kurt's the priority, Kurt is there shivering and sniffling and curled up against his chest. That's where Corrigan's attention needs to be. He kisses their wrist again, scoops them back into his arms, into his lap, kissing their neck and cheek and temple, like he can chase away the cruel, hateful words with his touch alone. "If he comes near you, I'll kill him." It's matter-of-fact, because of course there's no other option.
The fact that Miles knew their name is -- troubling, though. He's been banished from the pack connection, he's not come close enough to catch any of the wolves's attention with his scent, how does he know who Kurt is, beyond far-off glimpses? Had he been sniffing around the human settlement, asking questions about the missing, presumed-dead youth who'd vanished into the woods months ago? It seems far-fetched, but not impossible.
Corrigan hates the idea, but further investigation is needed. Miles is a good liar, and he can easily stir up a mob mentality among the villagers, and maybe mount an attack that way, since he can't defeat the pack on his own. There's a lot to think about, a lot to plan -- but Kurt is exhausted and their wrist is still sluggishly bleeding, so Corrigan stands carefully, wanting to get them inside and warm. "But he isn't going to get anywhere near you. We'll act first, we'll make sure." Bold promises, but if the Alpha says it, it'll be so. "I'm not going to let him hurt you again, Kurt. I promise."
His words should terrify them. The last thing they want to consider is their beloved Alpha—and he is beloved, that brief moment of doubt be damned—with someone else's blood on his hands. Especially for their sake. Taking a life for any reason should be reprehensible, unforgivable.
But Miles hurt them first. Miles threatened the safety of their pack, their family, their baby. Miles almost killed Benji. There's no part of them that aches at the thought of Miles meeting his end at Corrigan's hand.
"Th-Thank you," they whimper into his neck, curling up in Alpha's strong arms, letting him carry them back to the cabin. Letting him protect them. Nowhere feels safe right now, not the woods, not even the cabin, nowhere except Corrigan's embrace. Nothing can ever hurt them here. They know that as long as he's near, they'll be safe.
Which just makes the fact that they ever doubted him hurt even more. If Miles could poison their mind so quickly, make them even consider turning on their Alpha and leaving the pack with just a few well-placed words, what else could he be capable of? How many could he manipulate to do his bidding? Has he been to the village? Has he asked around about them? Has he spoken to their father..?
"I'm so sorry, C-Corrigan..." Kurt's arms loop around his neck, holding on tightly. "I-If the pack is at risk b-because of me, I..."
"Hey." Corrigan's voice is soft, but firm, pausing in the doorway of the cabin to lean back, prompting Kurt to look up at him. He meets their eyes, his own intent, focused. "You have nothing to apologize for, beloved. You didn't do anything wrong." The Alpha leans forward, rests his forehead against his mate's, breathing in their scent, grounding himself in it. The fact that someone so small, so delicate and seemingly fragile has become the center of his universe -- the beating heart of his pack -- is still a marvel to him.
"There's nothing we wouldn't do for you, Kurt. No risk we wouldn't take to keep you safe." He nudges the door open with one hip, kissing their nose as the warmth of the cabin surrounds them. "And we're glad to do it, whether you ask it or not. It's what we've all dreamed of, for years and years."
The fire is roaring, the furs from the couch spread out on the floor so a bandaged (and heavily medicated) Benji can lounge in them, still wolf-shaped, with his tongue lolling out as Kai (of all people) rubs at his ears. There's stew bubbling softly, and Leo making himself useful by fussing over Naseer, for being such a good doctor. All of them perk up at Kurt and Corrigan's arrival, the wave of adoration saturating the pack link as they do.
Smiling against his mate's temple, Corrigan adds, softly: "We came alive when we met you, Kurt. You're the heart of us. Both of you." This is said with one hand coming to rest on their stomach, softly, reverently.
Any lingering remaining doubts are wiped away by Corrigan's gentle words. The warmth of his voice, his gaze, his emotions through the pack link permeates everything else, leaving the little human shivering in his arms. He really does love them. He'd do anything to keep them safe.
They all would. Kurt sees how each pack member lights up when they're carried inside, feels how much they all love them, unconditionally. No one blames them for what happened today. Part of them doubts they'll ever truly get used to being loved so fully, so completely, by so many.
But they couldn't ever doubt the sincerity of their love. Both for them and their child, growing somewhere right under Alpha's warm palm. They'll never doubt it as long as they live.
"M-Me too." Their own hand comes to rest atop Corrigan's. "I feel like... like I wasn't living before you found me. I'm s-so happy," they manage, brittle with lingering tears, but still resolute. This is where they belong. Where they'll always belong.
"I can't wait t-to meet them," they say as they're carried into the warmth, closer to Benji, to everyone. Their fingers lace with Corrigan's over their stomach, thumb gently caressing his knuckles. "I want them to feel this love too. T-To be part of our family."
Corrigan smiles against Kurt's hair, feeling some of his terror from earlier begin to ebb away. Hearing Benji's stricken cry through the link, bursting into the clearing to see him convulsing and bleeding, and Kurt terrified and sobbing -- it had been the most frightened the Alpha had ever been. Everything he cares about in the world is in this little cabin. His soul is cuddled up in his arms.
"I can't wait to love them. Like I love you," he murmurs against Kurt's temple, a soft, fervent sound. Corrigan tends to show his adoration in more nonverbal ways, so actually saying the words is big for him. But he means them, with everything in him.
Kneeling down, Corrigan doesn't fully release his little mate, but he lets them turn in his arms, smiles as Benji groggily lifts his big fluffy head. "See, pup? They're safe. You kept them safe. You did so good, so so good." The wolf doesn't look wholly convinced, nuzzling at Kurt's hands with a soft, anxious whine. He's always been the most unsure, the most in need of reassurance.
Kurt doesn't need to be told. They can feel Corrigan's love for them in everything he does, like a shot through the pack link every time he looks at them. And yet... there's something about hearing the words spoken aloud that wrenches at their insides, heart squeezing tightly in their chest.
Before the pack took them in, no one ever told them they loved them.
They carry that emotion into caring for Benji, pouring all their love into reassuring the pup, twisting in Alpha's lap to face him fully. They'll never tire of reaffirming how well he's done—especially now, knowing how he came into the pack, the guilt he must carry. He completes the pack. He deserves to know that, to feel that.
"It's okay, puppy, I'm okay. Y-You saved me, sweet-bee," they coo, caressing his anxiously twitching muzzle, petting the sweat-damp fur over his brow. They let him sniff at the wound on their wrist, showing him they can still move their hand freely, despite the pain. "You were so brave out there, baby. P-Pushed through all that pain to save me. You're amazing."
Kurt glances at Naseer, then over their shoulder at Corrigan, those big sad eyes beseeching him. "D-Does he have to stay wolf to get better? I wanna kiss him," they admit, blushing.
The blushing, even after all this time, has Corrigan nuzzling the back of Kurt's neck in amusement. Their question, on the other hand, has him hesitating -- not because transforming could hurt Benji, necessarily, but because a wolf hides pain so much easier than a human does. But Benji's already leaping (metaphorically) to comply, shivering out of his canine form into his two-legged, less furry one.
The difference is -- notable. There's a grey, ashy undertone to the pup's skin, his eyes bleary, his floppy hair stringy with sweat almost immediately. Benji isn't great at hiding his emotions either, and every tiny movement has him wincing, breath hitching in pain. The bandage on his hip and thigh seems more dramatic too, stark pale against his shivery skin.
But he props himself up on one elbow, with an effort, turning to nuzzle at Kurt's palm, reaching out to grab at their good hand, his eyes teary and anxious. "Y-You're -- okay? Really okay? The baby's okay?" Benji's expression goes stricken, drugged out and a bit more emotional than normal. He stamners out, "He -- hurt you, I let him hurt you, I'm so s-sorry, Kurt..."
He looks like he's in so much pain. But Kurt doesn't let that deter them, scooting out of Corrigan's lap so they can be closer to him, kneeling before their ashen, injured mate. "The baby's okay," they hurry to say, taking Benji's hand and pressing it to their stomach. They don't know if he can sense the pup growing inside them, but they hope he can.
"See? We're okay, both of us. I-If you hadn't been there, he would've hurt us so much worse. P-Please don't blame yourself. You saved us, b-baby." And they'll keep telling him that until he believes it. There's no part of Kurt that blames him. The only one in the wrong here is Miles.
Cupping his face, they lean down and press their lips to his, a slow and careful kiss overflowing with love. Even shivering with pain and exhaustion, kissing Benji feels so good, so safe and comforting, making their heart sing. "Try to relax, sweet-bee, get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere, okay? Can we get him some furs? He's shivering." Kurt's going to be glued to his side until he feels better, they can already tell, bossing around the rest of the pack while they pamper Benji back to normal.
Benji's still shivering, but he relaxes as soon as his shaky hand is pressed to Kurt's stomach -- still only slightly rounded, barely showing. He can't feel the pup the way Corrigan can, not yet, but he feels Kurt's reassurance, their love and gratitude and warmth. So he exhales and nods, palm soft against their belly when they lean down to kiss him, the tension ebbing away like water. "Okay," he manages, breathless, pressing his forehead to theirs for a moment. "Okay. Love you. I love you so much." Unlike Corrigan, Benji's always been free with the words, but that doesn't make him mean it any less.
For all his huffing, Kai is always the first to obey -- especially when Kurt's the one bossing the pack around. He's already grabbing a heavy bearskin, draping it carefully over Benji and tucking him in with clumsy gentleness. "You're gonna spoil him, babe," he teases, reaching out to tug gently at Kurt's braid, his hand lingering on the side of their neck. He doesn't verbalize it -- Benji and Naseer are really the only ones good at saying what they're feeling -- but it's evident in his touch that he's just as terrified as the rest of the pack. There's plenty of room in the cabin to spread out, but the wolves have drawn close around their mate, wanting to be within arm's reach, wanting to keep them safe.
Benji is happy to curl up with his head on Kurt's lap, nuzzling at their thigh with sleepy affection, only squirming a little when Kai wiggles under the bearskin behind him. "Dumb puppy," the older wolf murmurs, kissing the back of Benji's neck with evident affection, and only begrudgingly scooting over to make room for Leo. The whole pack seems torn between whether to smother Kurt or Benji with attention, and the obvious answer is, of course, to do both.
"Well, if I won't spoil him, who will?" They say that, but Kai is already well on his way to spoiling Benji rotten, overwhelming the young wolf with physical affection the way only Kai does best. Cuddles and kisses under the warm, heavy bearskin, those big protective arms wrapping around his shivering form. All of them, the whole pack, make sure Benji is crowded with love as he drifts off to sleep in their lap, the two youngest surrounded by protection and affection and warmth.
In the end, Kurt does end up spoiling him the most though. They don't leave his side through his whole recovery, as the poison leaves his body and his wound sluggishly heals alongside their own. Even Alpha starts getting a little jealous of how much attention they pay to Benji, especially as his hip heals enough to repay them in more... impactful ways. Some days they stay wrapped in his embrace for hours and hours, ankles locked behind his back as he fucks them stupid.
Kurt couldn't be happier, of course. Seeing and feeling his confidence return the more time he spends inside them is the best reward a mate could ask for.
But it takes more than one young wolf to satisfy the increasingly demanding, increasingly pregnant pack mate. The more their stomach grows, the more their body changes, the more insatiable Kurt becomes. When their needs aren't met, either because of hunts or chores or their mates needing ludicrous things like sleep, all they're left with are the aches and pains that come with pregnancy, their body feeling too stiff and heavy and tender without any distractions. And that just won't do.
So they're moodier now. Crankier. Enough to huff indignantly while trying to shake one of their mates awake one morning, sick of waiting all alone. "Come on... Come on, wake up already."
On this particular morning, Kurt has made the (rather baffling) choice of Leo as their chosen target. Of all the wolves, this one loves sleeping in the most, so the chances of him actually rousing out of his doze in the pile of furs on the ground -- because the couch is too cramped for the cuddle pile the pack sleeps in -- are very slim. True, Kurt’s scent is exceptionally alluring lately, but for sleepy Leo, this just makes him clumsily attempt to drag them back into the cuddle nest.
Corrigan’s useless too -- he'd taken the last watch the previous night, and is currently cuddled up with Naseer under the furs. Benji is somewhere tangled with Leo, snoring so loud he probably won't hear Kurt's whining. That only leaves --
"What's this, then?" The softly chuckled words come mere seconds before Kai's burly arms scoop Kurt off the ground, holding them princess-style and ducking to nuzzle his bearded cheek against their smooth one. "A sad, neglected little wildcat in my house! How did you get in, kitten, hm?" The big wolf is all sweaty from his morning jog, locs sliding over his shoulders and framing his face as he grins toothily at his whiny little mate. "Are you being neglected?"
It speaks to the wolves sheer exhaustion how Kurt's shrill squeak upon being scooped doesn't rouse any of them. Hunting and keeping watch and trying to satisfy their needy mate must be truly debilitating work. And now they've been snatched up by a scoundrel, a fiend, with no one awake to rescue them! How awful!
"I'm not a kitten!" they hiss, squirming and kicking in his arms, playfully shoving at Kai's broad, sweaty chest. They're still achy and grumpy and so horny it hurts, but even they have to fight not to smile at Kai's antics. He's always the most rough and mischievous, and he can take it as well as he dishes it out. He doesn't treat Kurt like they're breakable.
Kinda exactly what they need right now. They can feel their breath getting labored, body heating up, already ready to take him. Thank god for Kai. They dig their nails into his shoulders, glaring up at him with a demanding pout to hide their smile. "I'm a wolf," they insist, hungry and needy. "You better treat me like one."
Kai's laugh is just as big and loud as the rest of him, enough so that he earns a perturbed grumble from Corrigan and a meaningful eyebrow raise from Naseer. Unruffled, he simply tosses Kurt over one shoulder, hand firm on their upturned ass, taking full advantage of their position to feel them up.
"Riiiight, right, fiercest damn wolf in the whole damn woods, that's you," Kai teases as he carries Kurt out the door and into the slowly-awakening world. "How'd someone so fierce and ferocious get caught, hm? Lookit you, all helpless to my whims."
Then he pauses, letting them slide back until they're held firmly against his front again, his big hands guiding their thighs to wrap around his waist. Kai can smell the quickening arousal coursing through his little mate's body, and unlike his brothers, he's wide awake to enjoy it. The big wolf arches an eyebrow and continues, "Unless...that's all part of your plan and you wanted to get caught?"
"You're a dick!" they cry as he flops them over his shoulder and carries them outside, completely unfazed by their kicking feet and pounding fists, more caught up in smugly groping their ass. Kurt acts indignant and furious with such injustice, such undignified roughhousing, but they can't hide how good it feels to finally be touched. They've been awake for all of half an hour! All alone! It's been awful!
It's written all over their face just how much they enjoy it as Kai flips them back over, their bright blush extending from their cheeks all down their neck and swelling, sensitive chest. Their thighs squeeze around him, hips playfully rocking against his. His words make them grin, just as sharp and wolfish as Kai's, even without the intimidating fangs.
"Mmmmm... Then maybe you're the one who got caught." Their hands slip into his hair, fingers twining around sweat-damp locs. "You fell riiight into my trap. The one where I make you fuck me so hard you put another baby in me."
For all his bravado and cockiness, Kai is just as weak to Kurt as the rest of the pack -- they have him wrapped around their finger, ready to do anything they want, anything they could possibly desire, as long as it made them grin like that. He ducks his head, resting his forehead against Kurt's and breathing in the sweet, hot tang of their arousal, the pheromones that are ever-present these days. It doesn't seem possible that they could be somehow more intoxicating now than that first day, but here they are.
"Yeah?" he manages roughly, big hands squeezing at Kurt's soft thighs, marveling again at the change from how scrawny and half-starved they'd been months before. Their thighs, their chest, their hips -- all soft and pliant under his hungry, rough hands. And of course, their stomach, rounded a little more every day, a notable bump against Kai's own abdomen when they're pressed this close. The rest of the pack has been erring on the side of caution lately, not wanting to cause undue stress to Kurt or the baby, but Kai can feel how desperately they need something harder, faster, deeper. They need to be more than satisfied. They need to be fucked.
Kai likes the warm sunlit riverbanks and the cool glades of the forest just as much as any other wolf, but if he's going to give Kurt what they're begging for, they need something slightly more sturdy. So he carries them over to the wide, flat bench at the back of the cabin, usually used for stacking furs or drying herbs and plants in the sun. It's a little too narrow for the pack to use it as a seat, generally, but Kurt fits just perfectly, laid out on their back against the two or three newly-tanned deerskin. Kai looms over them, breathless and dark-eyed and hungry, hands sliding up and down all his mate's new soft curves. "All right, you got me trapped, little wolf. What're you going to do now, hm?"
Oh, Kurt is starting to know the power they hold over each and every pack member. It's not just their body that has changed; ever since those first few days, their confidence has only grown and grown, to the point where they no longer feel ashamed or scared to be themself. They can be as bossy, bratty, and demanding as they want. The pack only loves them more for it.
In fact, the pack will bend over backwards to give Kurt everything they want. It's a power they've never known, and never thought they would wield. But here with the pack, they feel safe and confident enough to just play. It feels amazing.
"Well," they hum, taking Kai's hands and dragging them up, up, up until his palms cup their cute little tits. They'd been worried they'd hate the breasts when they started coming in, but it's honestly one of the best parts of being pregnant. The very best part is just how sensitive they are all over, moaning and arching into Kai's big hands.
"Now that I've got you trapped, I'm gonna huff... and puff..." Kurt grins up at him, teething at their lip as they spread their legs wide open for him, knowing exactly how irresistible they are, "and moan... and cry... and I'll cry so loud I'll wake up everyone inside. So if you don't hurry up and fuck me," they say, hooking their ankles over Kai's broad, muscled shoulders, "someone else will."
The thought of anyone else touching Kurt -- especially now, when they're flushed and soft and pliant under his big rough hands -- prompts a protective growl to rumble in Kai's broad chest. Nevermind that if Corrigan or Naseer suddenly appeared and demanded he back down, Kai would immediately obey (albeit with some grumbling). He knows his place in the pack, knows that Kurt belongs to them all.
But for this moment, they're his, arching up into his hands, spreading their freckled thighs wide and inviting him in -- as if Kai needs any more seduction. He's hard, cock sliding free of his sheath, hot and slick against Kurt's hip as Kai rolls his body forward in slow, sinuous movements. His rough fingers circle, then pinch at his mate's sensitive nipples, feeling them harden, tighten, practically throbbing to the touch.
"You have such a pretty mouth," the big wolf murmurs, sliding a couple fingers past Kurt's lips, pressing down on their tongue, forcing their jaw open. "Nobody'd ever believe how filthy it really is." Another slow thrust, Kai's thick cock dripping where it lays heavily along the crease of Kurt's hip. "But I know how sweet you can be, too." He presses his fingers deeper, until Kurt's drooling around them, nearly choking, then pulled back. "Ask me sweetly, little wolf. Beg pretty for me to fuck you."
Kurt opens their mouth for him without complaint, only teasing their teeth at his knuckles with a shaky moan, letting him reach all the way into their throat if he wanted to. It's a big sign of trust from someone who used to be so careful, so vigilant. They know none of the wolves will hurt them, so they let them do whatever they want to their body, trusting they will be safe.
And they always are. They've been bitten, spanked, choked, had hands around their throat or fisted in their hair or pinning them down, and aside from that very first night, they've never been scared. In fact, it's exhilarating, the loss of control, of movement, of air. It makes sex even more playful and challenging and delicious, having that touch of pain, of danger.
Because they're always, always safe.
"P-Please," they gasp, not caring about the drool wetting their chin, the reflexive tears from Kai's fingers teasing their throat. All they care about is the slick weight of his cock against their hip, the smell of him making them lightheaded with need. He rocks his hips, and they rock back, increasingly impatient, legs spreading even wider, inviting him in. "Please, baby, fuck me! Pleasepleasepleeease, n-need your thick cock inside me. I need you, Kai, b-baby, please, need you to fuck me so hard!"
"There y'go, that's a good start," Kai says with sweet, indulgent approval, pulling his slick fingers free, letting them drag over Kurt's parted lips, down their chin. Each of the wolves enjoys every aspect of their mate -- demanding, submissive, needy, sweet, and Kai's no different. He just also really likes them messy.
The free hand on Kurt's chest squeezes at one soft swell, enjoying the way their cute little tits perfectly fit in his big palm, then drags the tip of one deadly nail over the bud of their nipple. Most of the wolves tend to take more humanoid forms when they're with Kurt, but not Kai. He likes blurring the lines, letting his clawd and fangs out, letting the silky grey fur ripple across his shoulders and down his back. He likes reminding his sweet, demanding little human that they're getting bred by a wolf.
And judging by how Kurt pleads and begs and squirms for more, they like it too. Kai's wandering hand grips his cock, sliding slowly from root to tip and back again, then guiding it to press at Kurt's hole, soft and pliant and eager as ever. "I could almost believe you really need this." Kai drags the slick head of his cock up, then down, teasing Kurt with it, but never plunging inside. "You reaaaally need my big cock inside you, filling you up, making you scream. Is that what you're trying to tell me, baby?"
"Come ooon! Y-You're teasing me, it's not f-fair!" Their voice cracks as they sob into the morning air, the indignity of being teased so ruthlessly almost too much to bear. Kurt is damn good at begging! And Kai has the nerve to say it's a good start? That he almost believes them? It's so unfair!
It's all part of the game, of course. They've noticed that each wolf has their own preference of play, their own favorite way to use them, and Kurt loves them all in its own way. Corrigan oscillates between complete domination and loving, indulgent care, though not as indulgent as Naseer, whose slow torturous ministrations can go on for hours. Leo loves absolutely overwhelming them with sensation, his mouth and hands and cock all over them all the time, whereas Benji sweetly bends over backwards to service them however they please.
And then there's Kai. The most notorious tease—although Corrigan isn't far behind—who plays rough and sloppy and takes real pleasure in reducing them to a sobbing, blubbering mess. He's well on his way today, toying with their nipple with that dangerous claw, luring squeaks and cries of need from them, before teasing the slick, flared head of his cock over their waiting hole. And they love it. He really makes their wild side come out, that demanding, snarling side that feels more wolf than human, fierce and disheveled and unrestrained, truly free.
"Y-Yes, fucking yes, I want that! I want you to f-fuck me screaming! Wanna feel your big cock in m-my throat! Kai, p-please!" They're in half a mind to grab hold of him and make him push inside, but that's not the point of the game. Kai wants them wild with it, so that's what he gets. "Fucking rail me, y-you asshole, n-need to get fucked so hard the whole forest can hear how hard you m-make me come! Stop t-teasing and just fuck me already!"
And Kai -- Kai the asshole, the jerk, the big unfair teasing meanie that he is -- just laughs at Kurt's indignant, near-frantic pleading, the way they flip back and forth from infuriated to begging, the way their whole body shudders as he teases them. They're not tied down, they could easily sit up and pounce on him, could move against him just right and get his cock inside them. If they really wanted to.
So he says that, digs his claw in just enough to prompt a tiny bead of blood to well up, trickling down the soft mound of Kurt's pregnancy-induced swelling chest, pooling in the hollow of their throat. "I dunno if you really need it," he drawls, even as he guides the flared head of his cock to press in, in, just enough that the little human's body gives, opens up eagerly -- then he pulls back, shaking his head. "You haven't convinced me yet, darlin'. That angry little puppy act might work on the Alpha, but not on me."
Another claw comes to trace across all that soft, tender, pale flesh, drawing bright red scratches across Kurt's chest, down their swelling stomach, so sharp that Kai barely needs to apply any pressure to bring droplets of blood to the surface. Then he reaches up, grabbing Kurt's slender wrists and pressing them firmly against the table. "I said I wanted you to ask sweet. So be sweet." Kai leans down, hair falling around his face, the hot, muscled length of his body pinning Kurt in place as he adds: "Or I might just tie you up and leave you here til the others wake up. You want that?"
Kurt almost screams with frustration, keening through their gritted teeth and pounding their fists against the table. That brief moment of penetration completely breaks them. They'd been so close to finally getting what they need, and like a bully, Kai doesn't let them have it. They're fully throwing a tantrum now.
But it's not going to work. Like the man says, as he looms above them, pinning them down, Kai doesn't let them get away with tantrums. He teases them, pushes them, leaves them hot with rage and smeared with blood and crying frustrated tears, before he fucks them so hard they see God. It's challenging play, but always so worth it. They're somehow even harder now than when they started, throbbing and aching against their bulging bleeding stomach. It's obvious they love this.
It's also still clearly a game. So they play along and scowl up at him, huffing and panting and angry-crying, before they slowly stop struggling. "... N-No. I d-don't want th-that," they say, pouting, fighting the temptation to surge up and kiss him so hard they taste blood. They're supposed to be sweet. "P-Please, Kai... I n-need you inside. I need you. Y-You feel so good in m-my ass, I— I love when you feel good inside me too, it m-makes me so happy. W-Wanna make you happy too, Kai..."
Kurt goes slack underneath him, legs still spread so wide, eyes bright and wet in the rising morning sun, gazing up at him. "Please... use me. Use m-my body however you want, baby. I live to p-please you. I'm yours."
Kai's inside them almost before they finish -- as soon as the soft, tremulous, doe-eyed baby leaves Kurt's lips, it's like he can't help himself anymore. One hand goes into their hair, fisting in the loose, soft waves and tugging them up to kiss, right as his free hand guides his cock deep, deep inside their willing, warm body. If there's any resistance, Kai doesn't feel it at all, plunging to the hilt in one swift motion that sends shudders right through Kurt's small body beneath him. He doesn't care if the whole forest hears them cry out or moan -- no, that's not quite right.
He wants the whole forest to hear. The forest, the village, the wide world beyond them both. The pack in the cabin and the monsters in the shadows, let them all hear how good Kai makes his mate feel. They shiver and squirm beneath his warm, solid weight, so the big wolf slides both arms around them, scooping them off the table and cradling them to his chest in a motion that's nearly tender.
But the gravity means that Kurt slides down even more onto Kai's cock, taking him so deep that they'll feel it in their throat, just like they'd demanded. There are teeth on their throat, their shoulders, and Kai almost purring, "Just like that, my ferocious little wolf. You're mine. You're mine and I'm yours. We're yours, Kurt."
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It's a bit of an understatement -- the pup had been devastated by his apparent inability to be what the pack needed, aware from the beginning that the calming, centering effect of a true mate wasn't something he could do. Of course that hadn't mattered, not to Corrigan or Naseer, or Leo and Kai, for all their teasing. He was still theirs, like they were each other's.
But Miles...that had been another mark against him, his active attempts to freeze Benji out of the pack, constantly picking at and belittling the youngest wolf. This, coupled with his perpetually undermining and disregarding Naseer's authority, had led to that final confrontation, that final challenge. Corrigan doesn't like thinking about it, any of it, the pain it had caused his pack as he tried and tried to smooth things over with Miles -- because Kurt's right. A pack bond is for life.
"He caused too much pain to stay," he says finally, looking down at the jagged bite mark, submerged beneath the water, violent and cruel on his mate's delicate wrist. "The difference is that Benji's role changed, and he changed with it. When things began changing for Miles -- when the pack grew, and his role in it became altered from what he thought it should be, he rebelled. He fought against us, instead of growing with us." More than that, he seemed to enjoy causing the chaos, the dissent. It seemed to delight him.
Corrigan lifts Kurt's hand from the water, examining the wound, then pressing his lips to it, gently. "He's the sort of person who would hurt you. He's always been that person. I couldn't have that in my family, not back then, not now."
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And he succeeded.
Kurt has never felt so stupid. Shame and guilt settles heavy in their stomach, an unbearable weight. They'd played right into his hands, they'd believed him, not even stopping to consider his true motive. Revenge on the pack that exiled a monster. They're such an idiot.
"He... He wanted me t-to go with him," they confess, curling into Corrigan, seeking his comfort. That gentle kiss to their throbbing wound nearly makes them unravel. "He said he'd t-take me home, he'd take care of me... b-before you threw me away like another whore." That word still hurts. It's different when Alpha calls them needy, greedy, a pretty little wolf slut, because he knows them. Miles doesn't. He hasn't seen them at their smallest and saddest, he hasn't seen them grow from a terrified young human to a confident, playful mate. To him, they're just a whore.
"He'll come back. When he bit m-me, he said he'll see me soon... He knew my name." A terrified shiver goes through them. "Wh-What do we do, Alpha?"
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But Kurt's the priority, Kurt is there shivering and sniffling and curled up against his chest. That's where Corrigan's attention needs to be. He kisses their wrist again, scoops them back into his arms, into his lap, kissing their neck and cheek and temple, like he can chase away the cruel, hateful words with his touch alone. "If he comes near you, I'll kill him." It's matter-of-fact, because of course there's no other option.
The fact that Miles knew their name is -- troubling, though. He's been banished from the pack connection, he's not come close enough to catch any of the wolves's attention with his scent, how does he know who Kurt is, beyond far-off glimpses? Had he been sniffing around the human settlement, asking questions about the missing, presumed-dead youth who'd vanished into the woods months ago? It seems far-fetched, but not impossible.
Corrigan hates the idea, but further investigation is needed. Miles is a good liar, and he can easily stir up a mob mentality among the villagers, and maybe mount an attack that way, since he can't defeat the pack on his own. There's a lot to think about, a lot to plan -- but Kurt is exhausted and their wrist is still sluggishly bleeding, so Corrigan stands carefully, wanting to get them inside and warm. "But he isn't going to get anywhere near you. We'll act first, we'll make sure." Bold promises, but if the Alpha says it, it'll be so. "I'm not going to let him hurt you again, Kurt. I promise."
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But Miles hurt them first. Miles threatened the safety of their pack, their family, their baby. Miles almost killed Benji. There's no part of them that aches at the thought of Miles meeting his end at Corrigan's hand.
"Th-Thank you," they whimper into his neck, curling up in Alpha's strong arms, letting him carry them back to the cabin. Letting him protect them. Nowhere feels safe right now, not the woods, not even the cabin, nowhere except Corrigan's embrace. Nothing can ever hurt them here. They know that as long as he's near, they'll be safe.
Which just makes the fact that they ever doubted him hurt even more. If Miles could poison their mind so quickly, make them even consider turning on their Alpha and leaving the pack with just a few well-placed words, what else could he be capable of? How many could he manipulate to do his bidding? Has he been to the village? Has he asked around about them? Has he spoken to their father..?
"I'm so sorry, C-Corrigan..." Kurt's arms loop around his neck, holding on tightly. "I-If the pack is at risk b-because of me, I..."
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"There's nothing we wouldn't do for you, Kurt. No risk we wouldn't take to keep you safe." He nudges the door open with one hip, kissing their nose as the warmth of the cabin surrounds them. "And we're glad to do it, whether you ask it or not. It's what we've all dreamed of, for years and years."
The fire is roaring, the furs from the couch spread out on the floor so a bandaged (and heavily medicated) Benji can lounge in them, still wolf-shaped, with his tongue lolling out as Kai (of all people) rubs at his ears. There's stew bubbling softly, and Leo making himself useful by fussing over Naseer, for being such a good doctor. All of them perk up at Kurt and Corrigan's arrival, the wave of adoration saturating the pack link as they do.
Smiling against his mate's temple, Corrigan adds, softly: "We came alive when we met you, Kurt. You're the heart of us. Both of you." This is said with one hand coming to rest on their stomach, softly, reverently.
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They all would. Kurt sees how each pack member lights up when they're carried inside, feels how much they all love them, unconditionally. No one blames them for what happened today. Part of them doubts they'll ever truly get used to being loved so fully, so completely, by so many.
But they couldn't ever doubt the sincerity of their love. Both for them and their child, growing somewhere right under Alpha's warm palm. They'll never doubt it as long as they live.
"M-Me too." Their own hand comes to rest atop Corrigan's. "I feel like... like I wasn't living before you found me. I'm s-so happy," they manage, brittle with lingering tears, but still resolute. This is where they belong. Where they'll always belong.
"I can't wait t-to meet them," they say as they're carried into the warmth, closer to Benji, to everyone. Their fingers lace with Corrigan's over their stomach, thumb gently caressing his knuckles. "I want them to feel this love too. T-To be part of our family."
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"I can't wait to love them. Like I love you," he murmurs against Kurt's temple, a soft, fervent sound. Corrigan tends to show his adoration in more nonverbal ways, so actually saying the words is big for him. But he means them, with everything in him.
Kneeling down, Corrigan doesn't fully release his little mate, but he lets them turn in his arms, smiles as Benji groggily lifts his big fluffy head. "See, pup? They're safe. You kept them safe. You did so good, so so good." The wolf doesn't look wholly convinced, nuzzling at Kurt's hands with a soft, anxious whine. He's always been the most unsure, the most in need of reassurance.
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Before the pack took them in, no one ever told them they loved them.
They carry that emotion into caring for Benji, pouring all their love into reassuring the pup, twisting in Alpha's lap to face him fully. They'll never tire of reaffirming how well he's done—especially now, knowing how he came into the pack, the guilt he must carry. He completes the pack. He deserves to know that, to feel that.
"It's okay, puppy, I'm okay. Y-You saved me, sweet-bee," they coo, caressing his anxiously twitching muzzle, petting the sweat-damp fur over his brow. They let him sniff at the wound on their wrist, showing him they can still move their hand freely, despite the pain. "You were so brave out there, baby. P-Pushed through all that pain to save me. You're amazing."
Kurt glances at Naseer, then over their shoulder at Corrigan, those big sad eyes beseeching him. "D-Does he have to stay wolf to get better? I wanna kiss him," they admit, blushing.
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The difference is -- notable. There's a grey, ashy undertone to the pup's skin, his eyes bleary, his floppy hair stringy with sweat almost immediately. Benji isn't great at hiding his emotions either, and every tiny movement has him wincing, breath hitching in pain. The bandage on his hip and thigh seems more dramatic too, stark pale against his shivery skin.
But he props himself up on one elbow, with an effort, turning to nuzzle at Kurt's palm, reaching out to grab at their good hand, his eyes teary and anxious. "Y-You're -- okay? Really okay? The baby's okay?" Benji's expression goes stricken, drugged out and a bit more emotional than normal. He stamners out, "He -- hurt you, I let him hurt you, I'm so s-sorry, Kurt..."
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"See? We're okay, both of us. I-If you hadn't been there, he would've hurt us so much worse. P-Please don't blame yourself. You saved us, b-baby." And they'll keep telling him that until he believes it. There's no part of Kurt that blames him. The only one in the wrong here is Miles.
Cupping his face, they lean down and press their lips to his, a slow and careful kiss overflowing with love. Even shivering with pain and exhaustion, kissing Benji feels so good, so safe and comforting, making their heart sing. "Try to relax, sweet-bee, get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere, okay? Can we get him some furs? He's shivering." Kurt's going to be glued to his side until he feels better, they can already tell, bossing around the rest of the pack while they pamper Benji back to normal.
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For all his huffing, Kai is always the first to obey -- especially when Kurt's the one bossing the pack around. He's already grabbing a heavy bearskin, draping it carefully over Benji and tucking him in with clumsy gentleness. "You're gonna spoil him, babe," he teases, reaching out to tug gently at Kurt's braid, his hand lingering on the side of their neck. He doesn't verbalize it -- Benji and Naseer are really the only ones good at saying what they're feeling -- but it's evident in his touch that he's just as terrified as the rest of the pack. There's plenty of room in the cabin to spread out, but the wolves have drawn close around their mate, wanting to be within arm's reach, wanting to keep them safe.
Benji is happy to curl up with his head on Kurt's lap, nuzzling at their thigh with sleepy affection, only squirming a little when Kai wiggles under the bearskin behind him. "Dumb puppy," the older wolf murmurs, kissing the back of Benji's neck with evident affection, and only begrudgingly scooting over to make room for Leo. The whole pack seems torn between whether to smother Kurt or Benji with attention, and the obvious answer is, of course, to do both.
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In the end, Kurt does end up spoiling him the most though. They don't leave his side through his whole recovery, as the poison leaves his body and his wound sluggishly heals alongside their own. Even Alpha starts getting a little jealous of how much attention they pay to Benji, especially as his hip heals enough to repay them in more... impactful ways. Some days they stay wrapped in his embrace for hours and hours, ankles locked behind his back as he fucks them stupid.
Kurt couldn't be happier, of course. Seeing and feeling his confidence return the more time he spends inside them is the best reward a mate could ask for.
But it takes more than one young wolf to satisfy the increasingly demanding, increasingly pregnant pack mate. The more their stomach grows, the more their body changes, the more insatiable Kurt becomes. When their needs aren't met, either because of hunts or chores or their mates needing ludicrous things like sleep, all they're left with are the aches and pains that come with pregnancy, their body feeling too stiff and heavy and tender without any distractions. And that just won't do.
So they're moodier now. Crankier. Enough to huff indignantly while trying to shake one of their mates awake one morning, sick of waiting all alone. "Come on... Come on, wake up already."
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Corrigan’s useless too -- he'd taken the last watch the previous night, and is currently cuddled up with Naseer under the furs. Benji is somewhere tangled with Leo, snoring so loud he probably won't hear Kurt's whining. That only leaves --
"What's this, then?" The softly chuckled words come mere seconds before Kai's burly arms scoop Kurt off the ground, holding them princess-style and ducking to nuzzle his bearded cheek against their smooth one. "A sad, neglected little wildcat in my house! How did you get in, kitten, hm?" The big wolf is all sweaty from his morning jog, locs sliding over his shoulders and framing his face as he grins toothily at his whiny little mate. "Are you being neglected?"
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"I'm not a kitten!" they hiss, squirming and kicking in his arms, playfully shoving at Kai's broad, sweaty chest. They're still achy and grumpy and so horny it hurts, but even they have to fight not to smile at Kai's antics. He's always the most rough and mischievous, and he can take it as well as he dishes it out. He doesn't treat Kurt like they're breakable.
Kinda exactly what they need right now. They can feel their breath getting labored, body heating up, already ready to take him. Thank god for Kai. They dig their nails into his shoulders, glaring up at him with a demanding pout to hide their smile. "I'm a wolf," they insist, hungry and needy. "You better treat me like one."
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"Riiiight, right, fiercest damn wolf in the whole damn woods, that's you," Kai teases as he carries Kurt out the door and into the slowly-awakening world. "How'd someone so fierce and ferocious get caught, hm? Lookit you, all helpless to my whims."
Then he pauses, letting them slide back until they're held firmly against his front again, his big hands guiding their thighs to wrap around his waist. Kai can smell the quickening arousal coursing through his little mate's body, and unlike his brothers, he's wide awake to enjoy it. The big wolf arches an eyebrow and continues, "Unless...that's all part of your plan and you wanted to get caught?"
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It's written all over their face just how much they enjoy it as Kai flips them back over, their bright blush extending from their cheeks all down their neck and swelling, sensitive chest. Their thighs squeeze around him, hips playfully rocking against his. His words make them grin, just as sharp and wolfish as Kai's, even without the intimidating fangs.
"Mmmmm... Then maybe you're the one who got caught." Their hands slip into his hair, fingers twining around sweat-damp locs. "You fell riiight into my trap. The one where I make you fuck me so hard you put another baby in me."
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"Yeah?" he manages roughly, big hands squeezing at Kurt's soft thighs, marveling again at the change from how scrawny and half-starved they'd been months before. Their thighs, their chest, their hips -- all soft and pliant under his hungry, rough hands. And of course, their stomach, rounded a little more every day, a notable bump against Kai's own abdomen when they're pressed this close. The rest of the pack has been erring on the side of caution lately, not wanting to cause undue stress to Kurt or the baby, but Kai can feel how desperately they need something harder, faster, deeper. They need to be more than satisfied. They need to be fucked.
Kai likes the warm sunlit riverbanks and the cool glades of the forest just as much as any other wolf, but if he's going to give Kurt what they're begging for, they need something slightly more sturdy. So he carries them over to the wide, flat bench at the back of the cabin, usually used for stacking furs or drying herbs and plants in the sun. It's a little too narrow for the pack to use it as a seat, generally, but Kurt fits just perfectly, laid out on their back against the two or three newly-tanned deerskin. Kai looms over them, breathless and dark-eyed and hungry, hands sliding up and down all his mate's new soft curves. "All right, you got me trapped, little wolf. What're you going to do now, hm?"
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In fact, the pack will bend over backwards to give Kurt everything they want. It's a power they've never known, and never thought they would wield. But here with the pack, they feel safe and confident enough to just play. It feels amazing.
"Well," they hum, taking Kai's hands and dragging them up, up, up until his palms cup their cute little tits. They'd been worried they'd hate the breasts when they started coming in, but it's honestly one of the best parts of being pregnant. The very best part is just how sensitive they are all over, moaning and arching into Kai's big hands.
"Now that I've got you trapped, I'm gonna huff... and puff..." Kurt grins up at him, teething at their lip as they spread their legs wide open for him, knowing exactly how irresistible they are, "and moan... and cry... and I'll cry so loud I'll wake up everyone inside. So if you don't hurry up and fuck me," they say, hooking their ankles over Kai's broad, muscled shoulders, "someone else will."
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But for this moment, they're his, arching up into his hands, spreading their freckled thighs wide and inviting him in -- as if Kai needs any more seduction. He's hard, cock sliding free of his sheath, hot and slick against Kurt's hip as Kai rolls his body forward in slow, sinuous movements. His rough fingers circle, then pinch at his mate's sensitive nipples, feeling them harden, tighten, practically throbbing to the touch.
"You have such a pretty mouth," the big wolf murmurs, sliding a couple fingers past Kurt's lips, pressing down on their tongue, forcing their jaw open. "Nobody'd ever believe how filthy it really is." Another slow thrust, Kai's thick cock dripping where it lays heavily along the crease of Kurt's hip. "But I know how sweet you can be, too." He presses his fingers deeper, until Kurt's drooling around them, nearly choking, then pulled back. "Ask me sweetly, little wolf. Beg pretty for me to fuck you."
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And they always are. They've been bitten, spanked, choked, had hands around their throat or fisted in their hair or pinning them down, and aside from that very first night, they've never been scared. In fact, it's exhilarating, the loss of control, of movement, of air. It makes sex even more playful and challenging and delicious, having that touch of pain, of danger.
Because they're always, always safe.
"P-Please," they gasp, not caring about the drool wetting their chin, the reflexive tears from Kai's fingers teasing their throat. All they care about is the slick weight of his cock against their hip, the smell of him making them lightheaded with need. He rocks his hips, and they rock back, increasingly impatient, legs spreading even wider, inviting him in. "Please, baby, fuck me! Pleasepleasepleeease, n-need your thick cock inside me. I need you, Kai, b-baby, please, need you to fuck me so hard!"
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The free hand on Kurt's chest squeezes at one soft swell, enjoying the way their cute little tits perfectly fit in his big palm, then drags the tip of one deadly nail over the bud of their nipple. Most of the wolves tend to take more humanoid forms when they're with Kurt, but not Kai. He likes blurring the lines, letting his clawd and fangs out, letting the silky grey fur ripple across his shoulders and down his back. He likes reminding his sweet, demanding little human that they're getting bred by a wolf.
And judging by how Kurt pleads and begs and squirms for more, they like it too. Kai's wandering hand grips his cock, sliding slowly from root to tip and back again, then guiding it to press at Kurt's hole, soft and pliant and eager as ever. "I could almost believe you really need this." Kai drags the slick head of his cock up, then down, teasing Kurt with it, but never plunging inside. "You reaaaally need my big cock inside you, filling you up, making you scream. Is that what you're trying to tell me, baby?"
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It's all part of the game, of course. They've noticed that each wolf has their own preference of play, their own favorite way to use them, and Kurt loves them all in its own way. Corrigan oscillates between complete domination and loving, indulgent care, though not as indulgent as Naseer, whose slow torturous ministrations can go on for hours. Leo loves absolutely overwhelming them with sensation, his mouth and hands and cock all over them all the time, whereas Benji sweetly bends over backwards to service them however they please.
And then there's Kai. The most notorious tease—although Corrigan isn't far behind—who plays rough and sloppy and takes real pleasure in reducing them to a sobbing, blubbering mess. He's well on his way today, toying with their nipple with that dangerous claw, luring squeaks and cries of need from them, before teasing the slick, flared head of his cock over their waiting hole. And they love it. He really makes their wild side come out, that demanding, snarling side that feels more wolf than human, fierce and disheveled and unrestrained, truly free.
"Y-Yes, fucking yes, I want that! I want you to f-fuck me screaming! Wanna feel your big cock in m-my throat! Kai, p-please!" They're in half a mind to grab hold of him and make him push inside, but that's not the point of the game. Kai wants them wild with it, so that's what he gets. "Fucking rail me, y-you asshole, n-need to get fucked so hard the whole forest can hear how hard you m-make me come! Stop t-teasing and just fuck me already!"
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So he says that, digs his claw in just enough to prompt a tiny bead of blood to well up, trickling down the soft mound of Kurt's pregnancy-induced swelling chest, pooling in the hollow of their throat. "I dunno if you really need it," he drawls, even as he guides the flared head of his cock to press in, in, just enough that the little human's body gives, opens up eagerly -- then he pulls back, shaking his head. "You haven't convinced me yet, darlin'. That angry little puppy act might work on the Alpha, but not on me."
Another claw comes to trace across all that soft, tender, pale flesh, drawing bright red scratches across Kurt's chest, down their swelling stomach, so sharp that Kai barely needs to apply any pressure to bring droplets of blood to the surface. Then he reaches up, grabbing Kurt's slender wrists and pressing them firmly against the table. "I said I wanted you to ask sweet. So be sweet." Kai leans down, hair falling around his face, the hot, muscled length of his body pinning Kurt in place as he adds: "Or I might just tie you up and leave you here til the others wake up. You want that?"
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But it's not going to work. Like the man says, as he looms above them, pinning them down, Kai doesn't let them get away with tantrums. He teases them, pushes them, leaves them hot with rage and smeared with blood and crying frustrated tears, before he fucks them so hard they see God. It's challenging play, but always so worth it. They're somehow even harder now than when they started, throbbing and aching against their bulging bleeding stomach. It's obvious they love this.
It's also still clearly a game. So they play along and scowl up at him, huffing and panting and angry-crying, before they slowly stop struggling. "... N-No. I d-don't want th-that," they say, pouting, fighting the temptation to surge up and kiss him so hard they taste blood. They're supposed to be sweet. "P-Please, Kai... I n-need you inside. I need you. Y-You feel so good in m-my ass, I— I love when you feel good inside me too, it m-makes me so happy. W-Wanna make you happy too, Kai..."
Kurt goes slack underneath him, legs still spread so wide, eyes bright and wet in the rising morning sun, gazing up at him. "Please... use me. Use m-my body however you want, baby. I live to p-please you. I'm yours."
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He wants the whole forest to hear. The forest, the village, the wide world beyond them both. The pack in the cabin and the monsters in the shadows, let them all hear how good Kai makes his mate feel. They shiver and squirm beneath his warm, solid weight, so the big wolf slides both arms around them, scooping them off the table and cradling them to his chest in a motion that's nearly tender.
But the gravity means that Kurt slides down even more onto Kai's cock, taking him so deep that they'll feel it in their throat, just like they'd demanded. There are teeth on their throat, their shoulders, and Kai almost purring, "Just like that, my ferocious little wolf. You're mine. You're mine and I'm yours. We're yours, Kurt."
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