Who was Sig to argue? Between him and Eivind, they would give Blue anything he wished for that night. The thought of Blue sucking him off made him moan, remembering the way he’d done so to his mate earlier. Never a privileged he thought would be bestowed upon him. Sig tossed his head back, arching into Blue, trying to get contact when he felt him releasing inside of him. He brought himself back down with a kiss, and then was shifting, Sig having to shimmy up because Eivind wasn’t going anywhere.<br/><br/>Behind him, the alpha wolf had slowed his thrusts to an easy pace, feeling his lover. He wasn’t quite done and continued to fuck him through his rolling orgasm and even thereafter he settled between the little wolf’s legs. Sig had been partially worried, unsure if this was pushing too far, but that Blue wanted to do it seemed enough. Still, Sig wouldn’t make eye contact with Eivind and instead buried his face into the crook of his elbow as he felt the first wet sensation of Blue’s mouth. He couldn’t have held off much from there if his life had depended on it, coaxed too far during the course of the night.<br/><br/>“Blue,” Sig called out in warning, spreading his legs wider and trying not to thrust up as pleasure uncoiled within him.<br/><br/>Eivind’s knot filled Blue as Sig came, his movements shallow as his own impending climax neared. Sig scooted under him to provide a cushioned resting place against his body as content arms wrapped around the slender human. His body was loose and slack and the alpha over them finished, licking sweat from his mate’s spine. The scents of their combined release was heavy. Pungent, and Sig relished in the richness. Something so good it could only be experienced once in a lifetime. He felt some of Eivind’s weight come down against Blue, and the three of them settled carefully and comfortably along the soft rug. Still intertwined, much too lazy to move and probably still a little intoxicated.