Sig's breath caught as he was flipped unexpectedly, clinging now to Stellan's shoulders as readjusted himself. It brought them closer together and seemed more intimate, something Stellan apparently didn't care about with his audience. It did help to look upon his face and bring everything closer to clarity. Sig breathed evenly and bore down to accept his lover's expanding knot. Sig didn't quite catch what he grumbled as he clung and petted the back of the larger male's neck. Sig's heart sped up with Stellan at his neck, not because he was afraid but because he knew what he was about to do. He'd witnessed this same thing in his travels, just had never really given thought to experience it for himself. Settling down with someone and staying put but he'd known something like this was a possibility. He wouldn't have insisted on coming along had he not understood the repercussions.<br/><br/>Even knowing that he still yelped when Stellan sank fangs into the tender flesh of his neck. He tipped his chin further, responding instinctually. There wasn't any question that his body wanted it. It sent a white hot pang of arousal through him and his cock jumped. Or maybe it had been a result of feeling his lover filling him. Stellan brought him over the edge, making a mess between them and then flattening his body over his smaller form. Shielding, Sig caught his breath. His body felt overstimulated. His senses were overwhelmed with Stellan's odor, something potent oozing through the sweat of his pores. It was a clear smell of warning to the others and even Lofgren knew to stay away. Freshly mated wolves were testy at best. Stellan had been pressed to aggravation even before they'd mated and naturally he'd be more defensive afterward.<br/><br/>With the spectacle over, Lofgren lost interest and the two were left mostly to themselves. The evening carried long into the night. Sig stayed close to Stellan, though it was mostly out of desire to do so rather than worry. He thought perhaps he'd have some clear opportunity at Lofgren but the big male didn't drop his guard around him, even after he'd been 'mated' into the pack. Instead of that, he took note of the pack dynamics and those who had their nose so far up the alpha's ass it was a wonder they didn't suffocate, and then those, like Stellan, who just tried to keep to themselves. Some rutted with one another, others broke out into fights, and then they filled their bellies on a fresh kill. They spread out after that and Sig imagined they'd probably stayed their obligated amount of time but waited for Stellan to officially make the call.<br/><br/>Sig was sore, tired, and wrong out but his mood had improved the moment Lofgren stopped paying attention to them. He gathered his clothing up and dressed though it wouldn't cover up what they'd done. He'd thought about avoiding Eivind and Blue for a time but realized they'd probably be worried with how they left.<br/><br/>"I'd hoped maybe I was sneaky and unassuming enough to pull one over on that alpha of yours," Sig admitting, leaning close to Stellan. "Thought maybe I'd take care of two issues. Forgot or didn't realize how fucking horrifying he is up close." Sig had pussied out on trying anything; understood the odds were stacked against him in a lot of ways. He hoped admitting this didn't piss Stellan off. He was his alpha, after all, but the way he'd acted Sig felt he'd be doing him a favor.<br/><br/>"Hope that doesn't make you angry but he's not a decent wolf."