Page 8 of Ours (Mating Run #5)

Luca had never believed in fate.

His whole life, he'd scoffed at the old wolves who talked about destined mates, about bonds that went deeper than choice or logic.

He'd watched his packmates chase after every pretty thing that caught their eye, had rolled his eyes at their romantic notions, and told himself he was above all that shit.

But now, with Cole trembling between them, marked with their scent and pliant with trust, Luca understood with terrifying clarity that he'd been wrong about everything.

This human—this fragile, brave, absolutely insane human who'd walked into their territory like he belonged there—was his. Theirs. And Luca would tear apart anyone who tried to take him away.

"You sure about this?" he asked, voice rough with the effort of holding back. His cock was pressed against Cole, so close to what he wanted he could barely think straight, but he needed to hear it. Needed Cole to say yes when he wasn't drunk on pleasure, when he could still think enough to refuse.

Cole turned his head, meeting Luca's eyes over his shoulder, and the look there nearly undid him. Pure want, trust so complete it made Luca's chest tight, and something else—something that looked dangerously close to the possessive need burning in Luca's own veins.

"Please," Cole breathed, and then, more firmly: "I want this. Want you. Both of you."

The last thread of Luca's control snapped.

He pressed forward slowly, watching Cole's face for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was need.

Blake was there too, pressed against Cole's front, cock between Cole's thighs.

When their eyes met over Cole's shoulder, Luca saw his own hunger reflected back.

They'd shared a lot over the years—space, food, hunts, mates—but never like this.

The first touch of skin against skin made Cole arch between them, a broken whimper escaping his throat that went straight to Luca's hindbrain.

Every instinct screamed at him to take, to claim, to mark until there was no question who Cole belonged to.

But the human part of him, the part that had watched Blake gentle wild things since they were kids, forced him to go slow.

"Breathe," he murmured against Cole's ear, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there while his hands mapped every ridge and hollow of Cole's back. The taste of salt and arousal on Cole's skin made Luca's canines ache with the need to bite.

Cole's response was barely coherent, just desperate little sounds that made heat pool low in Luca's gut.

Blake was working him from the front, mouth hot and demanding against Cole's throat, hands everywhere, and Luca could feel the exact moment Cole's thoughts scattered completely.

His breathing went ragged, his spine melting against Luca's chest like he'd forgotten how to hold himself up.

Good , Luca thought fiercely, watching the way Cole's head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. Don't think. Just feel us.

When Luca finally pressed inside, Cole's whole body went rigid for a moment, overwhelmed by the stretch and pressure. Luca had to grit his teeth against the urge to move, every muscle in his body screaming to thrust deeper.

The sensation was incredible—tight heat and silk and trust all rolled into one—but what really undid him was the sound Cole made. Not pain, not discomfort, just pure, desperate need that vibrated through his chest.

"Fuck," Luca breathed, watching the way Cole's lips parted on a gasp, the way his fingers scrambled for purchase against Blake's shoulders. "You feel so good. So perfect."

Blake was moving now, his cock sliding slow and deliberate between Cole's thighs, and Luca could see the way it affected them both.

Blake's face was a mask of concentration and need, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought to keep his rhythm steady.

And Cole—fuck, Cole was falling apart between them, caught between two different kinds of pleasure that had him making sounds Luca wanted to record and replay forever.

"Look at him, Luca," Blake's voice was wrecked, full of wonder as he watched Cole's face. "Look how good he takes us both."

Luca did look, drinking in every detail.

The way Cole's chest flushed pink with arousal, spreading down to his stomach.

The way his mouth stayed open on gasps and half-formed pleas, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

The complete surrender in every line of his body, trusting them to take care of him, to not ask for more than he could give.

But it was more than surrender—it was participation.

Cole was meeting every thrust, pushing back against Luca while simultaneously pressing down against Blake, chasing the friction and connection with desperate need.

His hands roamed constantly, one moment gripping Luca's forearm where it wrapped around his chest, the next tangling in Blake's hair to pull him closer.

The rhythm they found was almost too much, primal and desperate and perfect.

Luca could feel Blake's movements through Cole's body, could feel how each thrust between Cole's thighs made him tighten around Luca's cock.

The sensation was overwhelming, like being caught in a feedback loop of pleasure that threatened to short-circuit his brain.

"Made for this," Luca found himself growling against Cole's ear, the words coming from somewhere primal and possessive. "Made for us. Look how perfectly you fit between us."

Cole whimpered, his whole body shuddering, and Luca felt something shift in the air around them. The scent of arousal and claim and home, all mingled together into something that made his wolf want to howl with triumph.

"Mine," Luca growled, the word torn from somewhere deep and primal. "Ours."

"Yours," Cole gasped back, and the simple agreement nearly broke something in Luca's chest.

He could feel Blake moving against Cole's front, could feel the way their rhythms synchronized without thought or planning. All those years of their bond, and it all crystallized into this moment: sharing something precious, protecting it together, making it theirs.

When Cole reached out with both hands, one finding Blake's face, the other reaching back to tangle in Luca's hair, making sure they were both included, connected, the gesture nearly broke Luca's composure entirely.

Even overwhelmed, even lost in sensation, Cole was thinking of them both, making sure neither felt left out.

"Fuck," Blake choked out, and Luca could see the emotion on his friend's face, the same devastating realization that this was different, this was everything.

The end came suddenly, building to something Luca had never experienced before. He could feel his knot swelling, thick and insistent, and the primal satisfaction of it nearly undid him completely. Mine, the wolf in him snarled. Claimed. Mated.

Cole cried out as Luca's knot began to catch, the thick ring of flesh stretching him impossibly wide. His whole body went rigid, overwhelmed by the sensation of being opened, filled, locked in place.

"Breathe," Luca commanded roughly, his own control hanging by a thread as Cole's body fought to accommodate him. "Let me claim you."

Cole's response was a broken whimper, but his body relaxed fractionally, allowing Luca's knot to slip inside with a wet sound that made both wolves groan. The sensation was incredible—Cole's inner muscles clenching around the swollen base of his cock, holding him in place, sealing them together.

"Fuck," Blake gasped from where he was pressed between Cole's thighs. "I can feel it. Feel how stretched you are around him."

Blake's own knot was swelling rapidly, trapped in the slick heat of Cole's clenched legs. Luca could see the moment it caught, Blake's hips stuttering as he was locked in place by Cole's trembling thighs.

For a split second, Luca saw something flicker across Blake's face—a flash of uncertainty, like maybe he was the odd one out in this moment of intimate claiming.

Then Cole, despite being stretched impossibly full around Luca's knot, despite shaking with overwhelming sensation, reached down with both hands. His fingers found Blake's swollen knot where it pressed hot and thick between his legs, and he squeezed deliberately, intimately.

"Don't want you to feel left out," Cole gasped, voice wrecked but determined. "Need you both. Always both."

Blake's expression shattered into pure amazement, his whole body convulsing as Cole's hands worked his knot. "Fuck, Cole. You're perfect. So fucking perfect."

The gesture broke something in Luca's chest. Even locked on his knot, even overwhelmed by the claiming, Cole was thinking of them both, making sure Blake felt included, wanted, necessary.

That perfect moment of connection, of Cole choosing them both even in his most vulnerable state, sent Luca over the edge. His climax hit him like a punch, every muscle in his body going rigid as he emptied himself deep inside Cole's body.

He came hard, his knot pulsing as he filled Cole completely.

Wave after wave of release, marking Cole from the inside, his seed spilling so deep it would stay there for hours.

The bond snapped into place like a physical thing—not just supernatural connection, but the primitive satisfaction of a mate claimed, bred, owned completely.

Blake followed moments later, Cole's hands and the friction of his thighs driving him to his own shattering climax. His knot pulsed between Cole's legs, painting his stomach and thighs with thick ropes of come, marking him externally as thoroughly as Luca had claimed him internally.

Cole sobbed between them, his own untouched cock spurting across his stomach, the intensity of being double-claimed pushing him into an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

They stayed locked together, all three of them shaking with aftershocks. Luca's knot would keep them tied for a while, and the thought sent another wave of possessive satisfaction through him.

Looking over Cole's shoulder, he could see the evidence of their claiming—Blake's release painting Cole's skin in thick white streaks, mixing with Cole's own spend across his stomach and chest. And deep inside, Luca's seed was already taking hold, marking Cole as thoroughly owned.

Ours, the wolf in him purred with deep satisfaction. Marked inside and out.

Luca pressed his forehead against the back of Cole's neck, breathing in the combined scent of them—wolf and human, his and Blake's and Cole's all mingled together into something new, something right.

"Holy shit," Cole finally managed, voice completely gone. "That was..."

"Yeah," Blake agreed, sounding just as wrecked.

Luca couldn't speak yet. Couldn't trust his voice not to reveal too much.

He'd just found everything he'd never known he was looking for.

Luca pulled them both closer, felt Blake do the same from the other side, and let himself believe for the first time in his life that maybe, just maybe, fate was real after all.