Blue was trembling, his body overwhelmed with erotic sensation. Inside of him, Eivind was as hard as he'd ever been, pressing his rough fingertips into Blue's sharp hip bones. He could feel the alpha pulse and breathe, pushing forward to draw out all those sweet, desperate whines that always made him throb with desire for his young mate. Beneath Blue lay Sig, legs wide, arms stretching for Eivind. Apprehensive about touching the creamy white skin pulled taut over the human's scarred torso. Each time Eivind pumped into his lover, Blue was jutted forward, piercing into Sig with the weight of two feverishly aroused men. It only took a moment for Blue to adjust, to discover<i>how </i>to fuck with the aid of his fiance's shaft buried deep in his ass. The alpha was guiding him, bucking against him just right so he could fill and be filled, and Blue was nothing short of high on the moment, this frozen snapshot in time where nothing mattered but his own pleasure and that of his two favorite wolves.<br/><br/>Curling over Sig, Blue tangled his right hand into the little wolf's silky golden hair. The other slipped down along the length of Sig's body, committing to memory all the beautiful lines of his form. Fingers settled at the curve of his ass, round and firm, digging appreciatively into the flesh and lifting. Everything about Sig was light and easy, and the wolf never hesitated in submitting to Blue's exploratory will. He was the perfect experiment for someone like Blue. The human was young, yielding, and submitted to his dominant lover innately with nothing but the most sincere enthusiasm. Sig was small, nonthreatening, and easygoing--all the things Eivind wasn't--and it made it almost natural for Blue to settle inside of him. The one person he could feel truly<i>big </i>around.<br/><br/>Blue was breathing hard through clenched teeth, bordering on a soft growl. A young wolf coming into his own, perhaps. Since Lofgren had taken him, Blue had spent more time with wolves than humans. He was going to marry one. As he thrust in and out of Sig, snarling and moaning and whining as his cock and prostate flooded him with pleasure, the truth that he was always meant to be here among wolves began to settle at the base of his skull, to be considered for another time. A typical life had never been in the stars for Blue. Traces of normalcy were destined to sneak their way in--school, work, marriage, maybe even a family someday if he and Eivind could ever truly settle. But this, the raw carnality of wolves, the interwoven connection between all things earthen, sensuous, and animalistic, this is what called to the lusty, drunken Blue.<br/><br/>"Vin," Blue rasped, tossing his glossy gaze over his shoulder to his mate. "Fuck me harder. Make me scream," he demanded, pupils so blown his cloudy gray irises were hardly more than a thin silvery rim around pools of obsidian. Focusing back on the sweet creature beneath him, Blue folded into the curve of Sig's neck, licking along the scar Stellan had left when they had mated. Appreciative of the connection, Blue kissed gently before switching to the other side, nipping at bare, unmarked flesh. He steadied himself, knees solid against the rug and floor beneath, eager to make Sig whine for him as he whined for Eivind. The fingers at Sig's ass dug harder as Blue began to hammer into Sig's backside, tuning himself into Eivind's movements to synchronize, maximizing his own pleasure. As Blue pulled back, he would feel the slam of Eivind's hips against him, forcing him forward again and deeper<i>deeper </i>into Sig's compact body.<br/><br/>It was, Blue managed to think, an unparalleled moment of pure ecstasy.