Page 6 of Ours (Mating Run #5)

Blake stood, his cock hard and aching. The human knelt between them, looking up with a mixture of want and disbelief, like he couldn't quite process that he'd asked for this and they were giving it to him.

No hesitation. No making him choose.

Blake positioned himself next to Luca, close enough that their arms brushed. The familiar warmth of his blood brother's skin grounded him even as his wolf howled with need. All this time together, and this was the first time someone had asked for them both like this.

Cole's hands came up, one for each of them, trembling but determined. When those fingers wrapped around Blake's cock, he had to bite back a groan. Cole's touch was tentative at first, learning the shape of him, the weight, how he differed from Luca.

"Fuck," Blake breathed, unable to help himself.

Cole turned his attention to Blake's cock, lips parting, and the first touch of that hot mouth nearly brought Blake to his knees. Beside him, Luca's breathing changed, went deeper as Cole's other hand worked him in steady strokes.

This was really happening. After years of rejection, they'd found someone who wanted them both.

Blake's hand found Cole's hair, possessive. He could feel the way Cole's jaw worked, could see the concentration on his face as he tried to please them both.

"He's good at this," Luca said, and there was something amused in his tone that Blake recognized. A game to play.

"Natural talent," Blake agreed. "Though he seemed to like my cock better."

Luca snorted. "He was just being polite. Watch how deep he takes me."

As if to prove Luca's point, Cole pushed forward, taking him to the root, nose pressed against Luca's pelvis. The human's eyes watered, throat convulsing, but he held it for a few seconds before pulling back with a gasp.

"Show off," Blake said, but he was talking to both of them.

Cole looked up at them, lips swollen and shining, and Blake saw something shift in his expression. The nervousness was fading, replaced by something softer. Trusting. Like he was exactly where he wanted to be.

"My turn," Blake said, guiding Cole back to his cock. "Let's see if you can take me that deep."

Cole tried, God, he tried. But Blake was thicker than Luca, and Cole choked before he could get all the way down. He pulled back, coughing, looking embarrassed.

“It's okay," Blake soothed, thumb stroking Cole's cheek. "You're doing fine. More than fine."

"Perfect," Luca agreed, and the sincerity in his voice made Cole's scent spike with pleasure. "Like you were made for this."

They found a rhythm after that. Cole alternating between them, hands never stopping, mouth eager and willing.

Blake watched the human work, cataloging every response.

The way Cole's cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs, untouched but clearly aching.

The way his whole body had relaxed, tension melting away as he lost himself in serving them.

"You know what I think?" Blake said, catching Luca's eye. His bond-brother raised an eyebrow, and Blake could read the question there. "I think fate brought him here tonight."

Cole's rhythm faltered at that, his scent blooming with something sweet and needy.

Luca picked up the thread immediately. "No regular human would have satisfied him anyway."

"Exactly." Blake's hand tightened in Cole's hair, not painful but commanding. "Taking two wolves at once. Greedy for it."

Cole whimpered around Luca's cock, the sound muffled but desperate.

"Greedy's not bad," Luca clarified, his own control fraying at the edges. "It's what you're meant to be. Taking everything we give you."

Blake watched Cole's reaction carefully. Now, instead of shame or discomfort at being called greedy—something that past lovers had probably criticized—Cole seemed to melt further. His shoulders dropped, his breathing evened out despite having a cock in his mouth, and his scent...

His scent had shifted from pure arousal to something deeper. Contentment. Safety.

Blake's chest tightened at the recognition. He caught Luca's eye again, a quick glance that said: You smell that too?

Luca's slight nod was all the confirmation Blake needed. They'd both noticed. Cole wasn't just getting off on this—he was falling for them. Already. The human probably didn't even realize it yet, but his body told the truth his mind might not be ready to accept.

"Been looking for someone like you," Blake continued, voice dropping lower. "Someone who could handle us both."

"Someone who needs us both," Luca added. "Because one wolf would never be enough for you, would it?"

Cole pulled back, gasping for air, and shook his head. "No," he admitted, voice wrecked. "Never enough. Always wanted... always needed..."

"More," Blake finished for him. "We know. We can smell it on you. All that need you've been carrying around, no one knowing what to do with it."

"But we do," Luca said, guiding Cole back to his cock. "We know exactly what to do with someone like you."

Cole moaned, the sound vibrating around Luca's cock, and Blake felt his own control slipping. The human was so responsive, so perfect in his submission. Not weak—it took strength to kneel here, to trust them like this—but willing to let them lead.

"Going to spoil you," Luca promised, watching Cole's eyes flutter at the words. "Both of us. Give you everything."

"Everything you can take," Blake corrected, and there was a dark promise in his voice that made Cole shudder.

"And you can take so much, can't you?" Cole asked, though it wasn't really a question. "More than you even know yet."

Cole was working them both frantically now, switching between them every few strokes, his hands moving constantly.

His own cock was leaking steadily, beading at the tip, but he hadn't touched himself once.

The discipline of it, the focus on their pleasure over his own, made Blake's wolf howl with approval.

"Close," Luca warned, his usual control cracking. "Fuck..."

Blake was close too, could feel it building at the base of his spine.

And Cole—Cole must have sensed it because his movements became more eager, more desperate.

He was pulling them both closer, positioning himself between them, mouth opening wider.

The way he looked up at them, pupils blown, lips parted: he wanted it.

Wanted them both to come in his mouth, to swallow them down, to take everything they had.

The eagerness in his eyes, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips between switches, the little whimpers he made when he had to let go of one to service the other—it was clear what he wanted.

Which was exactly why Blake wasn't going to give it to him. Not yet.

Blake's hand tightened in Cole's hair, holding him still. Cole made a confused sound, eyes darting between them, clearly not understanding why they'd stopped him when they were so close.

"Not in your mouth," Blake said, voice rough.

Understanding dawned in Cole's eyes, followed quickly by a fresh wave of arousal so strong Blake could taste it in the air. Cole's cock twitched, untouched, dripping steadily now.

"Keep it open," Blake commanded, his hand speeding up on his cock. "Want to see you painted with us."

Luca groaned at that, his own hand moving faster. They were both close, had been for a while. But they'd held back, wanting to draw this out, to make Cole understand that this wasn't a quick fuck in the woods.

This was a claiming. A beginning.

Cole knelt there, mouth open, tongue out slightly, looking up at them with complete trust. His hands came up to rest on their thighs, not demanding, just connecting. Grounding himself between them.

"Fuck," Blake gasped, feeling his orgasm building. "Just like that."

"Ours," Luca added, voice tight with control about to snap?—

Blake came first, streaking across Cole's face, marking that pale skin with white. Cole's eyes fluttered closed, but his mouth stayed open, catching what he could on his tongue. The sight of it—Cole painted with his come, still waiting for Luca—nearly brought Blake to his knees.

Luca followed seconds later with a growl that was more wolf than man. His release joined Blake's, marking the rest of Cole's face, dripping down his jaw, his throat.

Cole was a mess. Covered in their come, lips swollen, throat probably sore, knees definitely bruised. He looked debauched, claimed, thoroughly used.

He looked perfect .

And the expression on his face—blissful, satisfied, completely gone for them—told Blake everything he needed to know.