Page 4 of Ours (Mating Run #5)

Luca watched Blake's hand tangle in Cole's hair and felt something wild unfurl in his chest.

Where Blake was shadow and hunger, Luca had learned to be light and patience. Blake commanded—Luca coaxed. Blake pushed their lovers to breaking points—Luca put them back together with gentle hands and softer words.

They'd perfected the dance over the years, even when it never lasted. Blake would strip someone down to raw need, and Luca would worship them through it, make them feel precious even as Blake made them feel owned.

But none of those others had lasted. They'd all wanted to choose eventually, wanted one or the other but never both.

The wolf last spring had whispered to Luca that Blake was "too intense," tried to convince him he deserved someone gentler.

The human submissive before that had pulled Blake aside, suggested Luca was "holding him back" from his true nature.

None of them understood that Blake's darkness and Luca's light weren't opposing forces—they were complementary. Two halves of a whole that worked best together.

But Cole wasn't running from Blake's intensity. Wasn't flinching from the predatory edge in his voice or the possessive grip on his hair.

Instead, Cole broke the kiss—but only to turn his head toward Luca, seeking more.

Luca didn't make him wait.

The first brush of lips was gentle, testing. Cole tasted like fear and courage and something sweet that made Luca's wolf purr with satisfaction. The human's mouth was soft, responsive, opening under Luca's with a trust that made his chest tight.

When Cole gasped, Luca deepened the kiss, claiming the sound. His tongue swept through Cole's mouth, mapping every response, every little whimper that vibrated against his lips. Cole kissed like he was drowning, like Luca was air itself.

He pulled back to find Cole's eyes glazed, lips swollen and slick. The human looked thoroughly kissed, thoroughly claimed, and they were just getting started.

Blake immediately took advantage, claiming Cole's mouth again with a hunger that made Luca's cock throb. Where Luca had been gentle exploration, Blake was conquest. Demanding everything, taking what he wanted.

And Cole gave it to him. Melted into the kiss like he'd been waiting his whole life for someone to take control.

Luca watched, fascinated by the contrast. Blake kissed like he was marking territory. Luca kissed like he was worshipping at an altar. Cole seemed to need both.

The thought of what they could do together made heat pool low in Luca's gut.

He could picture it already: Cole sprawled between them, Blake marking his throat while Luca whispered how beautiful he looked taking it.

Blake pushing Cole to his limits while Luca held him steady, made him feel safe even as Blake made him feel owned.

His hands moved to Cole's shirt, fingers catching the hem. He could tear it off—his wolf wanted to, wanted to rip away every barrier between them. But that was Blake's style. Luca preferred to savor, to unwrap his presents slowly, to make every reveal a worship service.

"Arms up," he murmured against Cole's ear, voice soft but carrying absolute command.

Cole obeyed without question, and Luca felt a surge of satisfaction. This one understood dominance in all its forms—Blake's demanding darkness and Luca's gentle authority.

Luca peeled the fabric away carefully, revealing pale skin that had never seen enough sun. Cole was lean but soft, untoned, completely human. No hard muscle like a wolf, no supernatural grace. Just fragile human flesh that would bruise easily, mark beautifully.

Perfect for what they had planned.

Blake broke his kiss to look at what they'd revealed, and Luca saw hunger flare in his brother's ice-blue eyes. The same hunger that was eating Luca alive, but darker. More demanding.

"Beautiful," Blake murmured, his voice rougher than before.

Luca watched goosebumps rise across Cole's skin at the praise, watched the way the human's nipples tightened in the cool air. Every response was catalogued, filed away for future use.

"So responsive," Luca added, letting appreciation bleed into his voice. His fingers followed those goosebumps, mapping every sensitive spot with reverent touches. Here, along his ribs—Cole's breath hitched. There, at his hipbone—a full-body shiver that made both wolves growl with satisfaction.

Cole's scent was intoxicating this close. Pure arousal mixed with nervous excitement, tinged with something deeper. Longing. The kind of bone-deep need that came from years of being denied what you craved most.

Luca knew that feeling intimately.

When Cole's hands came up to cover himself, suddenly self-conscious, both wolves reacted instantly. Blake's fingers circled one wrist while Luca caught the other, their movements synchronized without thought.

"Don't hide," Luca said, his voice rougher than usual. "We want to see you. All of you."

Cole's pulse fluttered under Luca's fingers, rabbit-quick and just as tempting. His scent spiked with arousal at the command, and Luca felt a surge of dark satisfaction.

This one liked being told what to do. Liked having the choice taken away.

Blake's hands joined his in exploration, and they found their rhythm without words.

It was the dance they'd perfected over years of sharing—Blake's touch demanding and possessive, claiming every inch of skin like he was staking territory.

Luca's was reverent, worshipful, but no less controlling in its own way.

Where Blake's fingers pressed hard enough to leave marks, Luca's followed with soothing strokes. Where Blake claimed, Luca praised. Where Blake took, Luca gave.

Cole responded to both with equal desperation, arching into Blake's demanding touches while melting under Luca's gentle worship. His breathing went shallow, quick little pants that made both wolves want to hear what other sounds they could draw from him.

Luca let his gaze roam over Cole's exposed torso, taking in every detail. The pale skin that would show their marks so beautifully. The way Cole's chest rose and fell with each rapid breath. The obvious outline of his cock straining against his jeans, proof of how much he wanted this.

"Look how hard you are already," Luca murmured, his voice carrying that tone of gentle dominance that made submissives melt. "And we've barely touched you."

Cole whimpered at the words, hips pushing forward unconsciously. Seeking more contact, more pressure, more anything.

Blake's laugh was dark, satisfied. "Greedy little thing, isn't he?"

Instead of shame, Cole's scent now spiked with pure want. He wasn't flinching from their attention, wasn't trying to downplay his need. If anything, he seemed to crave more.

When Blake's fingers found Cole's belt, Luca felt the human tense. But instead of pulling away, Cole's hips pushed forward, seeking.

"Please," Cole breathed, and the word went straight to Luca's cock.

They worked together to strip him bare, four hands removing every barrier between them and what they wanted. Blake was efficient, almost rough in his urgency. Luca took his time with each piece, letting his fingers brush Cole's skin as fabric fell away.

Cole's breathing went shallow as more of him was revealed, but he pressed closer instead of retreating, skin seeking skin like he couldn't get enough contact.

Cole gasped, voice already wrecked. "God, yes. Please don't stop."

Please don't stop. When was the last time someone had begged them for more instead of less ? When had anyone looked at both of them with such desperate want instead of fear or confusion?

They guided Cole down to the forest floor, and Luca took a moment to appreciate the picture he made.

Pine needles and leaves crushed under his pale skin, dark hair stark against the earth.

His cock was hard and flushed, leaking against his stomach, and his hands fisted in the dirt like he needed something to hold onto.

Blake and Luca knelt on either side of him, and Luca felt the predatory satisfaction that came from having prey exactly where you wanted them.

Cole's eyes moved between them, wide and dark with arousal. There was awe there, and want, and something that looked dangerously like worship.

Luca could see Blake's control fraying at the edges, could scent his brother's desperate hunger mixing with his own. Blake wanted to devour Cole, to claim him completely, to mark him inside and out until there was no question who he belonged to.

And Luca wanted to watch it happen. Wanted to see Cole surrender to Blake's darkness while he whispered praise and encouragement. Wanted to hold Cole steady while Blake took him apart, wanted to put him back together with gentle hands and softer words.

They'd never had someone who could handle both of them. Someone who wouldn't try to change them or choose between them.

But Cole was reaching up toward both of them, fingers trembling but determined. The gesture was so trusting, so perfectly submissive, that Luca nearly lost his composure entirely.

Luca stood slowly, letting Cole see exactly what he was dealing with. His cock was hard and heavy between his legs, and he made no attempt to hide his arousal. Blake remained kneeling beside Cole, radiating predatory intent.

The contrast wasn't lost on any of them. Blake crouched like a wolf ready to pounce. Luca standing like a god demanding worship.

"On your knees," Luca said quietly, his voice carrying absolute authority despite its gentleness.

Cole's pupils dilated at the command. He scrambled to obey, positioning himself between them—exactly where he belonged.

Luca exchanged a look with Blake over Cole's head. His brother's eyes were dark with hunger and something else. Anticipation.

Time to see if their perfect, desperate human could handle having both the sun and the moon.

"Good boy," Luca praised, his hand finding Cole's hair. The strands were soft between his fingers, and he used his grip to tilt Cole's head up, forcing eye contact. "Now show us how much you want this."