Sig went into position fluidly, arching and lowing his shoulder when Stellan applied his mouth. He moaned, eating it up despite their audience, knowing they'd only have so much time. He gave himself to the pleasure, knowing it would be cut with some discomfort later. His noises were needy and wanting, regardless, making sure Stellan stayed focused. So far Lofgren had only moved along with them, claiming the best view for himself, but he was keeping his mouth shut.<br/><br/>The little wolf had been on the receiving end of rough and unplanned sex before. While it was never ideal he would make due. Sig panted, whining only slightly in complaint as the larger wolf guided himself into him. He was relaxed, prone, and placating, coiled up against that hard body, unresisting. Stellan would do what he could, he knew. It wouldn't be the best sex of his lifetime, but neither would it be the worst. He enjoyed the man over him immensely, and although they weren't the best prepared, he was aware by now of how his body operated. Where to touch, when to stroke, and how hard to pull his hair to tip his head back. Sig nipped his jaw when Stellan brought his face close to his cheek, rougher than before. Not a punishing sort of thing but a means to increase their adrenaline in the moment, enough to blot out any discomfort.<br/><br/>They were required to comply with the alpha's wishes but they didn't have to drag it out. Their fucking was urgent, but not dispassionate. Sig clawed at the ground beneath him, his skin hot and slick with sweat despite the cooler waters. When Stellan wasn't touching him he was touching himself, maintaining his pleasure as his lover was put to task against his body. Not too much longer of this, of Stellan answering to Lofgren at all, he told himself. One way or another they'd figure it out and he doubted the man would be very fond of Lofgren after all of this. He hadn't appeared to be in the first place, much less when the alpha was playing his asshole posturing games with him and now by extension, with Sig.<br/><br/>Lofgren knew he had Stellan on the edge. While he was tempted to push, he knew that getting close or touching would result in a fight. He'd been serious about wanting to mate this one and naturally, instinct would tell him to defend what was his. His body language made that clear. So he sprawled and didn't say another word, fueled by the hot scene as Stellan dominated the smaller wolf. It wasn't the night to test any further than he already had, but of course, the alpha was hardly if ever satisfied. No telling what the future would bring, but he imagined he could use the little wolf to leverage Stellan beneath his thumb more neatly.<br/><br/>Sig was panting again, signaling his desire to bring the show to an end and move along to the finale, threshold reached. He knew what was expected of them and understood what came with the territory. While they hadn't discussed it his body ached for it, tingling with a whole new set of possibilities. He didn't focus too much on the drawbacks that came to being mated with a wolf, only hoped that Stellan had been serious and he hadn't been put into a situation he didn't want because he'd shot his mouth off.