Page 10 of Ours
Luca could see Blake's control fraying at the edges, could scent his brother's desperate hunger mixing with his own. Blake wanted to devour Cole, to claim him completely, to mark him inside and out until there was no question who he belonged to.
And Luca wanted to watch it happen. Wanted to see Cole surrender to Blake's darkness while he whispered praise and encouragement. Wanted to hold Cole steady while Blake took him apart, wanted to put him back together with gentle hands and softer words.
They'd never had someone who could handle both of them. Someone who wouldn't try to change them or choose between them.
But Cole was reaching up toward both of them, fingers trembling but determined. The gesture was so trusting, so perfectly submissive, that Luca nearly lost his composure entirely.
Luca stood slowly, letting Cole see exactly what he was dealing with. His cock was hard and heavy between his legs, and he made no attempt to hide his arousal. Blake remained kneeling beside Cole, radiating predatory intent.
The contrast wasn't lost on any of them. Blake crouched like a wolf ready to pounce. Luca standing like a god demanding worship.
"On your knees," Luca said quietly, his voice carrying absolute authority despite its gentleness.
Cole's pupils dilated at the command. He scrambled to obey, positioning himself between them—exactly where he belonged.
Luca exchanged a look with Blake over Cole's head. His brother's eyes were dark with hunger and something else. Anticipation.
Time to see if their perfect, desperate human could handle having both the sun and the moon.
"Good boy," Luca praised, his hand finding Cole's hair. The strands were soft between his fingers, and he used his grip to tilt Cole's head up, forcing eye contact. "Now show us how much you want this."
5
Cole wason 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…
