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He was. His whole body was vibrating with need, overwhelmed by sensation. Too much and not enough all at once.
"Can't help it," Cole admitted, voice wrecked. "Never felt... never had..."
"Never had someone who could handle all of you," Luca finished, and the understanding in his voice nearly undid Cole completely.
That was it exactly. But these two seemed to want everything—his desperation, his neediness, his too-much feelings that had always driven everyone else away.
Cole looked up at Luca, really looked at him. The wolf's chest was rising and falling too fast, a flush spreading down from his neck. His cock was wet and shining in the moonlight, and his hands were clenched at his sides like he was physically holding himself back from taking more.
"You can," Cole said, not sure where the boldness came from. "Take more, I mean. I can handle it."
Luca's control visibly cracked. His hand tightened in Cole's hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. "Careful what you offer."
The warning in his voice made Cole's cock throb.
"Want it," Cole insisted, surprised by how steady his voice came out. "Want you to stop holding back."
Blake made a sound behind him, half laugh, half groan. "You have no idea what you're asking for."
But Cole did. He leaned forward again, taking Luca back into his mouth with more confidence. This time, when Luca's hand guided him, he didn't resist. Let the wolf set the pace, use his mouth properly. His eyes watered, throat protesting when Luca pushed deeper, but the sounds Luca made—broken, desperate things—were worth the discomfort.
Blake's teeth found his shoulder, not biting hard, just pressure. A promise of what could come. His hands roamed everywhere, learning every sensitive spot, every place that made Cole twitch and moan.
Time lost meaning. There was just the rhythm of it, the push and pull, the slowly building desperation in all three of them. Cole's world narrowed to Luca's cock in his mouth, Blake's hands on his skin, the ache in his jaw and knees and his own untouched cock.
A thought flickered through Cole's mind. A want. Something he'd never asked for, never even considered before tonight. The image of it made him pull back, panting, trying to catch his breath.
He tried to push the thought away. He couldn't.
Cole's face burned. It was too much to ask, too presumptuous. They were already sharing him, already giving him what no one else ever had. To ask for more felt dangerous, like tempting fate.
Blake's hand stroked through his hair, firm where Luca's had been gentle. “Tell us."
The command in his voice broke through Cole's resistance.
"Could you..." Cole's voice cracked. He swallowed, throat sore from use, tried again. He looked up at Blake while his hand still rested on Luca's thigh, fingers trembling against the heated skin. "Would you stand up, too? Next to him?"
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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."
