Page 7 of Ours
"You're not running," Blake observed, keeping his voice low.
The man's eyes darted between them, but still he stayed put. "Would it matter if I did?"
"No," Luca admitted quietly, and Blake appreciated his eternal honesty. "But most people try anyway."
Blake leaned in, close enough to feel the heat radiating from Cole's skin. Their eyes met—forest green locking onto ice blue—and Blake felt the impact sear through him.
"I'm Blake," he said, voice rough. "That's Luca."
"C-Cole." The name came out breathy, uncertain.
Blake dragged in a slow breath, letting Cole's scent settle in his lungs. This close, he could see the way Cole's lashes fluttered, the nervous dart of his tongue over his lips.
Then Cole bit his bottom lip again.
Blake's control cracked. His fingers curled into fists to keep from reaching out, from taking what his wolf insisted was already theirs.
"Why two of you?" Cole's question came out small, curious rather than accusatory. "Wolves don't... I mean, you're supposed to fight over..."
"Over you?" Blake stepped closer, close enough that Cole had to tilt his head back to maintain eye contact.
Cole's scent spiked with arousal, but then Blake caught something else underneath. Something… something broken and desperate.
This one had been hurt. He wanted—but then he felt shame.
He wanted so,sohard. It was burning him from the inside.
Luca moved to Cole's other side, effectively caging him against the tree. Blake could see the recognition in his brother's eyes, could scent Luca's own surge of possessive delight.
They'd found him. Someone who needed exactly what they had to give.
"I don't understand," Cole whispered, looking between them. His pulse was racing, visible in his throat.
Blake reached out, fingers tracing Cole's jaw. The human leaned into the touch before he could stop himself, then flushed with shame at his own neediness.
Blake's smile was sharp, satisfied. "Yes, you do."
Cole's breathing went shallow as Luca's hand settled on his hip, thumb stroking over fabric. The simple touch made Cole shiver, made him press closer despite himself.
"You want this," Luca said quietly, reading Cole's body language like a book. "You've always wanted this."
"I can't," Cole breathed, but he wasn't pulling away. His hands came up to grip their arms, holding on instead of pushing back.
Blake leaned closer, pressing Cole fully against the tree. "Can't what?"
But Cole had gone beyond words. His body was speaking for him—the way he pressed into every touch, chased contact like he was starving for it.
Blake and Luca exchanged a look over Cole's head. There it was. The hunger they could scent, the desperate need that called to every possessive instinct they had.
Blake pressed his mouth to Cole's neck, just below his ear. The human went liquid against him, a soft whimper escaping his throat that went straight to Blake's cock.
Needy. So fucking needy. Perfect.
Luca's hand tightened on Cole's hip, pulling him closer. Cole's reaction was immediate—he arched into the touch, desperate for more.
Blake pulled back enough to meet Cole's eyes. The human looked wrecked already, pupils blown wide, lips parted.
"More," Cole whispered, so quiet Blake almost missed it.
