23. Nathan #2
Our beta takes a second to respond, drawing his words out when he does. “So beautiful.”
I don’t think anyone has ever told Kato this before.
Doubt he’s been given many compliments in his life at all.
I’m hit by a pang of regret for how I treated him when he arrived here, how I pushed him away, how I denied him the touch he so desperately desired.
So, as I slip a third finger inside him as he asked, I lean down and press kisses to his sweat-slicked back and all the way up to his neck.
The kisses are far softer than the moment demands, at odds with how my thick fingers are insistently stretching his hole.
They’re necessary, however. For me. And for him, even if he doesn’t know why.
I’ll give him my softness just as much as I’ll give him my strength and dominance. Alphas like us need that as much as shifters like Cas do. If I’d been allowed to live as an alpha who loves other alphas, allowed to love freely, who knows what man I’d be today.
It’s not all bad, though. Kato and Cas, inexplicably, like me how I am. It’ll never cease to amaze me.
“Get. In. Me,” Kato says. “I’m not asking any more, Nate. Fucking do it. I’m begging you, okay? I’ve never needed to be fucked more in my life than I do right at this moment.”
Well. Who am I to refuse such a thing?
I pull my fingers out, satisfied he’s loose enough to take me.
Gripping my cock—which has been hard and leaking this entire time—I begin to ease inside him, one hand guiding my dick, the other gripping Kato’s waist to steady us both.
He releases a punched-out gasp when my crown breaches him and I still, waiting for permission to continue.
His hand reaches up to cover mine, fingers digging into my skin as he clutches me.
“Keep going,” he urges. “I want to feel every inch of you.” He pauses. “Centimetre? Shit, what do you guys use here? Metres? I want all of your metres inside me.”
“Fuck, Kato,” Cas says, voice full of amusement. “If you make me laugh like that again I’m going to shake so much your cock will slip out.”
“Exactly how many metres long do you think my dick is?” I ask, flexing my hips.
“However long a baseball bat is, because that’s what it feels like.”
“You know nothing about sport, do you?” I ask, my voice strained as I watch myself disappear inside his tight hole.
“Do I look like someone who pays attention to sport?”
“Enough talking,” I say, taking hold of his other hip and thrusting forward.
Kato arches, head thrown back as he yelps, pleasure and pain mingling in the notes. Cas’s hands reach around to Kato’s back, digging his nails in and holding him between us as he pants through taking all of me.
I mirror Cas’s move, fingers pressing into Kato’s twin, tattooed moons so hard I’ll leave bruises. He’s stuck between us, a receptacle for us to pour our desires into.
He loves it there. I can tell. It’s in the way his chest heaves. How he tremors under my touch. How his muscles flex as he drives into Cas again, murmuring praise to him in between pleas for me to start moving.
I don’t yet, though. I let him set the pace while I stay still and get used to his tight heat as Kato’s hole grips my cock like a vice. The base of my cock is already aching, my knot threatening. It takes every brain cell I have to keep it at bay.
Soon, it becomes too much to bear. I need to fuck. “You ready for me, pup?” I whisper into his ear.
“Yes, Alpha. Fuck me. If I’m still capable of speech it means you need to go harder.”
He knows exactly what he’s doing, baiting me and my wolf like that. Well, he’s about to see exactly how I face a challenge.
Grabbing his elbows, I pull his arms behind his back.
Immobilised, Kato can do nothing but take it when I piston into him, forcing him into Cas with every thrust. Our skin slaps, breaths sawing out in pants and whines, and my wolf wants to howl with satisfaction at taking our two mates at once.
Kato’s hole is choking my cock like the tightest fuck sleeve.
“Little Ghost,” I say, catching his eye over Kato’s shoulder, “I want to see you playing with your nipples. Tug them. Pinch them. I want to see how hard you can do it before it makes you scream.”
Cas whimpers and obeys, his hands going to his chest and rubbing his nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
“Harder,” I demand when I see the pressure he’s applying. Not. Enough.
“Alpha!” he cries with a shudder, his buds reddening as he abuses them.
“What a good boy you are, making them hurt for me,” I say.
“Now, Cas, I know you’re desperate for release.
I want you to make yourself come with your other hand.
Jerk yourself for us, cover yourself in your cum.
I’ll rub it into your skin after so that any wolf who comes near you will know how freshly fucked you are. ”
One hand continues flicking his nipple, and with the other he complies, fisting his cock in a death grip. Both me and Kato watch as our mate brings himself to completion, cum spurting from his cock all over his flushed chest.
“Good boy,” I croon. “Coming so much for us. Kato, it’s your turn now. I want you to paint his insides with enough cum to rival every drop on his body. He’s going to smell of all of us.”
Kato nods furiously. “I’m close.”
I don’t let up my hold on his arms, keeping him trapped. The closeness is what he craves from us. I hope he realises that I’ll never let him go, not unless he asks.
“C’mon, pup. Come for me,” I say in a deep tone, the lust-drunk alpha command escaping my lips before I have the wherewithal to consider the consequences.
Kato lets out a guttural moan as he empties himself inside Cas, his hole clenching around me, strangling my cock. I grit my teeth hard with the effort it takes to hold my own orgasm back.
“Have you knotted him?” I ask tightly.
“Mm-hmm,” Kato replies, sounding a million miles away.
“Perfect.” I grab Kato’s chin, forcing his head up from where it’d been hanging, his hair flopping over his face. “All good, pup?”
His eyes are hazy as he turns to look at me. “I think I might come again.”
I flash my teeth at him in a grin. “Don’t let me stop you.”
With my hand on his throat I begin to pummel him. My balls are tight, my cock throbbing where my knot’s threatening to pop. Don’t knot Kato, I chant in my head, reminding myself that he’s far from ready for that.
One day, maybe.
I let the thought drive my lust as I speed up, Kato and Cas both making all sorts of wonderful noises as I fuck them both.
Sweet mewls from Cas as Kato’s knot tugs on his sensitive hole.
Grunts from Kato as I flex my hand around his throat.
Heavy breaths from them both, naturally coordinated with my own.
Kato’s arse might even end up bruised with how much I’m giving him, the image of it reddened up enough to bring me close to the edge.
I bite his shoulder directly over my mating mark to stifle the roar that builds in my chest. My fangs grow but I don’t let them pierce his skin, as much as the half-feral-with-lust side of me wants to tear into him. Just a little. For a treat.
I don’t, though. No matter how much my wolf urges me to.
When the base of my spine tingles in warning, I pull out slightly so that my knot is outside Kato, rather than in. A part of me hates that it has nothing tight around it as it aches and throbs with the instinctual urge to plug my mate full of my release.
It’s like Kato hears my thoughts, reaching blindly behind him and grasping my knot, squeezing tightly. Another spurt of cum escapes me, dribbling out of his abused hole as I pull out completely. I scoop it up, leaning around Kato to rub it over Cas’s stomach, mixing my spend with his own.
“You’re such a caveman,” Cas mumbles with a contented smile.
“If I can’t put it in you, I have to put it somewhere,” I reason. “Can’t have only Kato smelling of me.”
“We smell horrifically like each other already,” Kato drawls. “I stink of you both.”
My wolf practically purrs at that, like I’m a house cat and not a shifter capable of ripping out throats. “Good.”
Kato meets my gaze, a wry grin on his face. “You know I’m gonna need to come all over you next?”
I take his lips in a short, fierce kiss before drawing back, inches from his face. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”
Unlike last time, when we were heat-drunk and in recovery from our ruts, we’re more prepared when the inquisition arrives.
I tell Cas to wait inside when I smell Harry and Graham approaching in their fur.
It’s jarring—they no longer smell like pack.
I was never close with them, for obvious reasons, but they’ve never smelled wrong to me before, my wolf on high alert at the threat in our tiny corner of the world.
My own pack lands, I suppose. It’s like a switch flips as I step out onto my porch, Kato moving to stand beside me, shoulder to shoulder.
His battered leather jacket brushes against my flannel shirt and, for possibly the first time, I don’t flinch away.
Instead I lean into him, letting him know just how welcome his touch is.
It still doesn’t feel completely natural—decades of conditioning won’t disappear overnight.
Weeks of Kato wearing me down, though? It went a long way.
I survey the patch of land that’s been in my family for centuries.
As far as I recall from the hazy memories of my father’s tales, a few cottages used to lie here.
Everything was owned by a small pack led by my grandad, many generations ago.
Then the humans came and tore it all down.
Outlawed packs, forced shifters into the cities to assimilate with humans.
It’s only been in the past hundred years or so that we’ve escaped back to the countryside, living on the land like we used to. Freedom to live how we wanted was hard-won. It’s why this cabin sits here, rebuilt in the ashes of what we lost.