Page 5 of Ours (Mating Run #5)

Cole was on his knees in the dirt, completely naked, staring up at two werewolves who wanted him.

Both of them.

The reality of it hit him in waves. Twenty minutes ago, he'd been running through the forest, heart hammering with terror and desperate hope in equal measure. Now Blake and Luca were looking at him like he was everything they'd ever wanted, and Cole's entire world had tilted sideways.

He'd signed up for one night. One night of anonymous claiming to prove to himself that someone, somewhere, might actually want him. He'd expected to be used, discarded, sent home with bruises and the knowledge that he'd finally been enough for someone, even if only for a few hours.

He hadn't expected this. Hadn't expected two best friends to choose him together, to look at him like he was precious instead of convenient. Hadn't expected the careful way they'd touched him, like he mattered.

For the first time in months—maybe years—the constant numbness that lived in his chest had cracked open. Every nerve ending felt alive, electric. Every touch sent sparks through his system that chased away the gray fog he'd been living in since Marcus.

Since before Marcus, if he was being honest.

When was the last time he'd felt anything this intensely? When had his body ever responded like this, desperate and hungry and completely present in the moment?

Blake knelt beside him now, silver in moonlight, his hand resting on Cole's shoulder. Not pushing, not demanding. Just there. Solid. Real. His touch was grounding when everything else felt like it might spin apart.

Luca stood above him, cock hard and thick, nothing hidden.

The moonlight turned his skin silver-pale, highlighting every line of muscle, every scar that told a story Cole didn't know yet.

Where Blake radiated intensity, Luca was all contained warmth, eyes watching Cole's every reaction like he was cataloguing them for future use.

The contrast should have been confusing. Should have made Cole feel torn, uncertain. Instead, it felt like completion. Like he'd spent his whole life only seeing half the picture.

Marcus had never looked at him like this.

Had never wanted him with this kind of raw hunger that made Cole feel like the only person in the world.

Sex with Marcus had been scheduled, controlled, something to check off a list between work emails and gym sessions.

Always the same, always restrained, always leaving Cole feeling like he was asking for too much when he wanted more.

"You're suffocating me," Marcus had said once when Cole had tried to initiate on a random Wednesday. "Not everything has to be so intense. Can't you just be satisfied with what we have?"

But here, surrounded by moonlight and pine needles with two apex predators focused entirely on him, intensity was the only currency that mattered. For the first time in his adult life, being "too much" felt like exactly the right amount.

Cole's hands shook as he reached for Luca's thighs. The skin was fever-hot under his palms, muscles tensing at his touch. The hair on Luca's legs was dark, coarse, completely different from Marcus's careful grooming. Everything about Luca screamed masculine, dangerous, wild—and that he wanted Cole.

The thought still didn't feel real.

He'd done this before—of course he had—but never like this. Never with someone watching. Never as performance and participation both. Never while completely exposed himself, his own cock hanging heavy between his legs, already aching just from the situation.

The old Cole would have been mortified by his body's obvious response, would have tried to hide how much he wanted this. But something about the way Blake and Luca looked at him—hungry, possessive, like his desperation was exactly what they'd been hoping for…

It made shame impossible.

He leaned forward, tentative at first, lips brushing against the head of Luca's cock. The taste exploded across his tongue—salt and musk and something distinctly not-human that made Cole's head swim. His own cock twitched in response, a drop of precome falling to the dirt below.

Luca's breath caught, a sharp inhale that sounded almost pained.

That small sound shot through Cole like lightning. He'd made this dangerous, controlled wolf react. Him.

He opened wider, took Luca in properly, and the weight of him on Cole's tongue was perfect. Heavy, hot, stretching his lips in a way that made Cole moan without meaning to. The sound vibrated around Luca's cock, and the wolf above him cursed, low and guttural.

"Fuck, your mouth," Luca gritted out, his hand coming to rest in Cole's hair. Grounding him. The fingers twisted slightly in the strands, and Cole's eyes fluttered shut at the sensation.

Cole had barely found his rhythm, barely figured out how to breathe through his nose while taking Luca deeper, when Blake moved.

Lips pressed against the nape of his neck, hard where Luca had been soft, hot where the night air was cold. Cole's whole body shuddered, nearly choking on Luca's cock as Blake's mouth traced the line of his shoulder.

"God, look at you," Blake breathed against his skin. "Taking him so well. Been thinking about that pretty little mouth ever since we caught you."

The words were crude, needy, nothing like the careful compliments Marcus used to give. "You look nice" or "That's good"—always measured, always controlled. Blake sounded wrecked already, just from watching.

Cole moaned around Luca's cock, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Above him, Luca growled—not threatening, but pleased. The hand in his hair tightened just enough to make Cole's eyes water.

Blake's hands joined his mouth in exploration, running down Cole's sides, tracing the curve of his spine.

Every touch was deliberate, learning him, mapping him like territory to be claimed.

Cole's skin prickled with awareness, every nerve ending firing at once.

When Blake's fingers brushed over his nipples, Cole nearly choked, pulling back with a gasp.

"Sensitive," Blake observed, voice dark with satisfaction. He did it again, rolling one between his fingers, and Cole's hips jerked forward, cock bobbing untouched.

"Please," Cole gasped, not even sure what he was begging for.

"Please what?" Luca's voice was controlled but barely. His cock was wet with Cole's spit, standing proud and thick in the moonlight. "Tell us what you need, baby.”

Cole didn't know how to answer. He needed everything. He needed them to never stop touching him. He needed to drown in this feeling of being wanted, truly wanted, not just tolerated.

Instead of answering with words, he dove back in, taking Luca deeper than before.

His jaw ached with the stretch, but it was good, grounding.

He could focus on this: the weight on his tongue, the way Luca's thighs trembled slightly under his hands, the little catches in breath that told him he was doing something right.

Blake's hands never stopped moving—his sides, his chest, his throat. When Blake's fingers wrapped loosely around his neck, not squeezing, just holding, Cole made a sound he'd never made before. Something desperate and animal that would have embarrassed him if he could think straight.

"Fuck, you like that," Blake said, wonder in his voice. "Like being held."

Cole nodded as best he could with his mouth full, and felt both wolves react: Luca's cock twitching against his tongue, Blake's breath hitching against his neck.

They were learning him. Both of them, together, cataloging what made him shake, what made him moan, what made him forget his own name. It should have been clinical, calculating.

Instead, it felt like worship.

Cole hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, and was rewarded with Luca's hand tightening in his hair. The pull sent sparks down his spine, made his own cock throb steadily.

Blake's hand slid down his chest, fingers ghosting over his cock but not quite touching. Cole whined, hips pushing forward, seeking contact that didn't come.

"Not yet," Blake murmured. "Want you focused on Luca right now. Want to watch you fall apart just from this."

Cole had never been good at multitasking during sex. Marcus had complained about it—how Cole would lose rhythm if he tried to do too much at once. But here, caught between them, the overwhelming sensation was the point.

Every time Blake found a new sensitive spot, Cole would falter around Luca's cock, and Luca would guide him back with that steady hand in his hair. They worked together seamlessly, one ramping him up while the other kept him grounded.

His jaw was starting to ache properly now, the stretch burning in a way that he knew he'd feel tomorrow.

His knees were definitely going to bruise, small rocks and pine needles digging into the skin.

His cock hung heavy and untouched between his legs, occasionally brushing against his stomach when he moved, each contact making him shudder.

He pulled back to breathe, gasping, strings of spit connecting his lips to Luca's cock. The sight was obscene, nothing like the clean, controlled sex he was used to. This was messy, animal, real.

"You're shaking," Blake observed, his hands running down Cole's arms, feeling the tremors there.

He was. His whole body was vibrating with need, overwhelmed by sensation. Too much and not enough all at once.

"Can't help it," Cole admitted, voice wrecked. "Never felt... never had..."

"Never had someone who could handle all of you," Luca finished, and the understanding in his voice nearly undid Cole completely.

That was it exactly. But these two seemed to want everything—his desperation, his neediness, his too-much feelings that had always driven everyone else away.

Cole looked up at Luca, really looked at him. The wolf's chest was rising and falling too fast, a flush spreading down from his neck. His cock was wet and shining in the moonlight, and his hands were clenched at his sides like he was physically holding himself back from taking more.

"You can," Cole said, not sure where the boldness came from. "Take more, I mean. I can handle it."

Luca's control visibly cracked. His hand tightened in Cole's hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. "Careful what you offer."

The warning in his voice made Cole's cock throb.

"Want it," Cole insisted, surprised by how steady his voice came out. "Want you to stop holding back."

Blake made a sound behind him, half laugh, half groan. "You have no idea what you're asking for."

But Cole did. He leaned forward again, taking Luca back into his mouth with more confidence.

This time, when Luca's hand guided him, he didn't resist. Let the wolf set the pace, use his mouth properly.

His eyes watered, throat protesting when Luca pushed deeper, but the sounds Luca made—broken, desperate things—were worth the discomfort.

Blake's teeth found his shoulder, not biting hard, just pressure. A promise of what could come. His hands roamed everywhere, learning every sensitive spot, every place that made Cole twitch and moan.

Time lost meaning. There was just the rhythm of it, the push and pull, the slowly building desperation in all three of them. Cole's world narrowed to Luca's cock in his mouth, Blake's hands on his skin, the ache in his jaw and knees and his own untouched cock.

A thought flickered through Cole's mind. A want. Something he'd never asked for, never even considered before tonight. The image of it made him pull back, panting, trying to catch his breath.

He tried to push the thought away. He couldn't.

Cole's face burned. It was too much to ask, too presumptuous. They were already sharing him, already giving him what no one else ever had. To ask for more felt dangerous, like tempting fate.

Blake's hand stroked through his hair, firm where Luca's had been gentle. “Tell us."

The command in his voice broke through Cole's resistance.

"Could you..." Cole's voice cracked. He swallowed, throat sore from use, tried again. He looked up at Blake while his hand still rested on Luca's thigh, fingers trembling against the heated skin. "Would you stand up, too? Next to him?"