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Luca snorted. "He was just being polite. Watch how deep he takes me."
As if to prove Luca's point, Cole pushed forward, taking him to the root, nose pressed against Luca's pelvis. The human's eyes watered, throat convulsing, but he held it for a few seconds before pulling back with a gasp.
"Show off," Blake said, but he was talking to both of them.
Cole looked up at them, lips swollen and shining, and Blake saw something shift in his expression. The nervousness was fading, replaced by something softer. Trusting. Like he was exactly where he wanted to be.
"My turn," Blake said, guiding Cole back to his cock. "Let's see if you can take me that deep."
Cole tried, God, he tried. But Blake was thicker than Luca, and Cole choked before he could get all the way down. He pulled back, coughing, looking embarrassed.
“It's okay," Blake soothed, thumb stroking Cole's cheek. "You're doing fine. More than fine."
"Perfect," Luca agreed, and the sincerity in his voice made Cole's scent spike with pleasure. "Like you were made for this."
They found a rhythm after that. Cole alternating between them, hands never stopping, mouth eager and willing. Blake watched the human work, cataloging every response. The way Cole's cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs, untouched but clearly aching. The way his whole body had relaxed, tension melting away as he lost himself in serving them.
"You know what I think?" Blake said, catching Luca's eye. His bond-brother raised an eyebrow, and Blake could read the question there. "I think fate brought him here tonight."
Cole's rhythm faltered at that, his scent blooming with something sweet and needy.
Luca picked up the thread immediately. "No regular human would have satisfied him anyway."
"Exactly." Blake's hand tightened in Cole's hair, not painful but commanding. "Taking two wolves at once. Greedy for it."
Cole whimpered around Luca's cock, the sound muffled but desperate.
"Greedy's not bad," Luca clarified, his own control fraying at the edges. "It's what you're meant to be. Taking everything we give you."
Blake watched Cole's reaction carefully. Now, instead of shame or discomfort at being called greedy—something that past lovers had probably criticized—Cole seemed to melt further. Hisshoulders dropped, his breathing evened out despite having a cock in his mouth, and his scent...
His scent had shifted from pure arousal to something deeper. Contentment. Safety.
Blake's chest tightened at the recognition. He caught Luca's eye again, a quick glance that said: You smell that too?
Luca's slight nod was all the confirmation Blake needed. They'd both noticed. Cole wasn't just getting off on this—he was falling for them. Already. The human probably didn't even realize it yet, but his body told the truth his mind might not be ready to accept.
"Been looking for someone like you," Blake continued, voice dropping lower. "Someone who could handle us both."
"Someone who needs us both," Luca added. "Because one wolf would never be enough for you, would it?"
Cole pulled back, gasping for air, and shook his head. "No," he admitted, voice wrecked. "Never enough. Always wanted... always needed..."
"More," Blake finished for him. "We know. We can smell it on you. All that need you've been carrying around, no one knowing what to do with it."
"But we do," Luca said, guiding Cole back to his cock. "We know exactly what to do with someone like you."
Cole moaned, the sound vibrating around Luca's cock, and Blake felt his own control slipping. The human was so responsive, so perfect in his submission. Not weak—it took strength to kneel here, to trust them like this—but willing to let them lead.
"Going to spoil you," Luca promised, watching Cole's eyes flutter at the words. "Both of us. Give you everything."
"Everything you can take," Blake corrected, and there was a dark promise in his voice that made Cole shudder.
"And you can take so much, can't you?" Cole asked, though it wasn't really a question. "More than you even know yet."
Cole was working them both frantically now, switching between them every few strokes, his hands moving constantly. His own cock was leaking steadily, beading at the tip, but he hadn't touched himself once. The discipline of it, the focus on their pleasure over his own, made Blake's wolf howl with approval.
"Close," Luca warned, his usual control cracking. "Fuck..."
