Once again, words seemed unnecessary when the two males could simply smell one another's attraction. Stellan's nostrils were filled with the sweet, pungent scent of Sig's arousal, instantly piquing his interest and leaving the larger male hot to the touch. Reciprocating his desire for intimacy, Sig initiated contact, bringing Stellan down to their grassy bed and climbing on top of him, peppering him with kisses and playful nips. Stellan didn't mind being at the small wolf's mercy; he encouraged the behavior with gruff growls and grunts of approval, catching a kiss when Sig's lips passed over his and letting his hands explore the tight muscles of Sig's body. When Sig pulled away to shimmy down Stellan's taut form, the larger wolf snarled instinctively to convey his upset. He wanted Sig close, touching him, and the animal inside of him didn't like the idea that this new body was separating itself. The little wolf settled in between his legs, and the harsh note left Stellan's breath almost instantly. Bared canines were covered as Stellan's face relaxed into understanding, deep growls transformed into hefty, breathy moans.<br/><br/>"Fuck, Sig," Stellan hissed, reaching down to run his fingers through the long, silken sun-bleached hair cascading down to Sig's shoulders. He didn't grab, didn't attempt to forcefully direct Sig's movements. Instead, the big wolf simply caressed, allowing Sig to please him in any way he saw fit, trusting his new friend to take care of him. It wasn't long before Sig's expert oral stimulation had left Stellan's cock stiff, thick, and aching, with precum oozing from the engorged tip. Stellan used a gentle hand to cease Sig's movements, knowing that if he didn't stop him now it wouldn't be long before a knot was attempting to force its way past Sig's jaw.<br/><br/>Stellan slipped out from underneath Sig, his thigh muscles twitching as he playfully lunged forward, topping Sig and ensuring he small male was on his back. Teeth affectionately sunk into Sig's shoulder, Stellan's way of telling his partner to remain still, before he moved back and gripped Sig's hips, pulling the male's backside to him, spreading Sig's legs in the process. Instead of diving straight in, Stellan took a moment to appreciate the handsome sight before him. Sig was a glorious creature, with hard, tight muscles in all the right places, smooth skin, and a face that tempted Stellan, made him crave more. The wolf kept that image of Sig's handsome face in mind as he mimicked Sig's prior movements, sliding down his partner's body. Stellan settled low, lifting up Sig's ass with his palm as he buried his face in between the spread cheeks, tongue jutting out curiously and running along the seam of Sig's testicles before going lower, teasing the tight hole he had enjoyed so thoroughly in Eivind's truck.<br/><br/>Showering Sig's ass with attention was easy; Stellan liked it down there, he liked the way<i>every </i>part of Sig's body tasted, and he basked in the opportunity to leave the little wolf trembling in his hands. But as patient as Stellan was, even he could only go so long before the need to plunge his throbbing erection into Sig's willing body overwhelmed him, leaving him growling and tense as he tore his mouth away, blindly reaching to find the lube and condom he had brought with him. Rough hands did their duty, sheathing and slathering and fondling before Stellan was on top of Sig, using his fingers to guide himself into the small wolf's entrance, groaning with pleasure as a circle of muscle clenched around him, encouraging he go deeper.<br/><br/>Stellan's hips hardly waited before they began pounding into Sig, hands digging into the dirt at either side of Sig's head and holding himself up as he looked down into Sig's crystal blue eyes, beautiful even in the faint moonlight.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">x - x - x - x - x<br/>​</div>Eivind wasn't sorry for the way he reacted toward Stellan, not truly, and his non-apology reflected that clearly. Despite this, Blue couldn't find it within himself to hold onto his anger toward his mate now that Eivind was using his words appropriately instead of passive-aggressive threats and a bad, overly domineering attitude. Blue lay his head down on his pillow as he listened to Eivind, pursing his lips in thought. Eivind was a grumpy man, prone to snippets of surly behavior and grunts of dissatisfaction. He didn't make friends easily, didn't see the value in playing nice just for the sake of it, and his alpha blood only seemed to enhance his aggressive side, especially when it came to protecting his Blue. The human had never minded this much, as he knew that beneath the churlish exterior there was a sweet, nurturing, gentle wolf willing to do anything to make him happy. Were someone to ask, Blue might have admitted that he rather selfishly enjoyed the idea that<i>he</i>was the only one who could see this side to Eivind, that only<i>his</i>presence could soothe the savage beast raging inside Eivind's attractive body. Eivind was his wolf, half boyfriend half attack dog, and Blue was beginning to question whether he should encourage that side of his mate or try to muzzle it.<br/><br/>Blue was distracted by fingers sliding up his body as Eivind nudged him closer, eager to taste. He gave in, breathing softly against Eivind's lips as the wolf kissed and licked, the beloved scruff on his face rubbing pleasantly against Blue's bare cheeks. Though Eivind had perhaps gone too far this time, Blue admitted to himself that Eivind's aggression toward anyone who might pose a threat was attractive in ways he couldn't explain. Perhaps Eivind shouldn't have torn into Freyr's arm that time he had found them in the forest, and perhaps he shouldn't have postured so intensely at Stellan, but...<br/><br/>Firm lips against his neck, eliciting a submissive moan from Blue as Eivind explored with his mouth. Blue closed his eyes. He could see blood on the floor of a dirty, dingy little cabin pooling around a lifeless body. In memories once viewed through a lens of terror, Blue now only found a sick sense of arousal. Alden was dead because of Eivind. Alden was dead because of how he had abused Blue. Forgiveness wasn't something Blue would ever be able to muster for any of the wolves who had hurt him, and Eivind's unwavering desire to dispatch every single one of his rapists set Blue's heart racing. He clung to his wolf, rocking his body into the touches. Blue would have to figure out a way to keep Eivind from hurting those who didn't deserve it, but everyone else? They were fair game.<br/><br/>Blue was snapped out of his dark fantasies when Eivind spoke again, acquiescing to Blue's demands that he apologize to Sig. "Mmmm, good," Blue purred, nuzzling himself close. "I... I don't like the idea of Sig getting mixed up with Lofgren, either, but Sig's smart. I... I told him everything, Eivind. No matter how much he likes Stellan, Sig isn't going to go anywhere near Lofgren's pack after what I said. Last time I was all worried about him, he was just lazing around by the river. Maybe he'll do something similar now. We'll give him a few days. He'll come back."<br/><br/>A mischievous grin spread across Blue's face. He pressed a quick kiss to Eivind's lips before pushing the wolf flat on his back and climbing on top of him, grinding his ass against his mate's clothed crotch. "Now do me a favor and shut the fuck up, okay? You've been a very naughty wolf and I think I need to teach you a lesson."<br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
x - x - x - x - x<br/>​</div>Stellan spent the entire night with his new friend, kissing, licking, biting, fucking. By the time morning had come around and he had managed to drag himself away and return to his bike, Stellan was covered from head to toe in Sig's scent. The big wolf had given Sig a long, lingering kiss before departing, lazily letting his fingers drag along Sig's skin. He had thanked him for the good times and the food, and had casually alluded to the fact that he wouldn't mind keeping in touch if Sig was interested. Stellan normally didn't keep fuck buddies (though he most likely could if he wanted to), and most flings he never came across again as he was travelling so frequently, but there was something about Sig's easy demeanor that intrigued Stellan and made him want to get to know him on a more personal level. He liked him, wanted to be around him, and never before had Stellan been more reluctant to return to his pack and deal with the walking monster that was Lofgren.<br/><br/>"I'll be back through in a couple of days, tops. I'll be looking for you," he had said, and with that Stellan had left, looking back over his shoulder at Sig more than once.<br/><br/>If Lofgren was going to be pissed at Stellan being a couple of hours late, there was no telling how irate he would be with Stellan being over a day late. There wasn't much of a legitimate excuse he could use, so shrugging Lofgren's questions away and redirecting the conversation would probably be the best bet. Bringing up Alden, maybe. Finding Colten. Stellan's dalliance with Sig hadn't erased the big wolf's desire to figure out just what the fuck had happened with Eivind and why he hated his pack so vehemently.<br/><br/>A few hours down the road and Stellan was tucking his bike away on a dirt patch that served as a lot for the pack members' various vehicles. Unlike Eivind's pack, most of his wolves didn't prefer to venture out into the world of humans if they could avoid it. Stellan took a moment to finish up the leftovers Sig had packed him, not caring that everything was lukewarm at best. To Stellan, Sig's cooking was delicious regardless of whether it was piping hot. After finishing his food, he packed away the container and stripped, folding his clothes away and shoving them into his luggage carrier. Approaching as a wolf was always preferable; Stellan was faster, stronger, more of an imposing threat in this form. His paws padded lightly on the ground as he weaved through the trees toward the hub of his pack's territory, his nose overwhelmed with familiar scents.<br/><br/><i>Why did I come back here?</i>he thought, his mind drifting back to images of Sig lying beneath him. His father was long gone. Holding up this tradition of being "loyal to the pack" seemed almost ridiculous now, especially when the world has so much more to offer. Perhaps this would be the last time he would return.