Derek grunted at Isaac's gratitude, and eased himself back from Stiles as his dick softened. They were a mess of come and sweat, and the wolf part of him reveled in the mingling of their scents and bodily fluids. They were pack now. A pack of three.
He stretched, watching his slaves together, not for the first time admiring the way they complemented each other, visually. He nuzzled the two of them as he moved away. "Good," he said, voice rough, but approving.