Page 9 of Ours
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 formoreinstead ofless? 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.
