Ryker had been right, August mused as he lay on top of his mate. Inviting the younger alpha to run with them had been a good idea, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that Dylan would never be able to handle the sexual attention of three alpha werewolves, August might have been open to the possibility of adding him to their relationship and welcoming him into their pack for real.
“You look happy,” Ryker said, lifting his hand and placing it on August’s back. He scratched his claws in little circles, showing off sharp fangs as he smiled.
August probed his teeth with his tongue to see if he was similarly wolfed out, not surprised to find that his canines were just as sharp and pointed as Ryker’s.
They didn’t usually stay wolfed out this late into the morning, but then again, his wolf wasn’t usually this content after the full moon.
It felt like they’d run with a pack.
“I am,” August said, leaning up and kissing under Ryker’s jaw. “Last night was fun.”
His cock hardened, his leaking shaft pushing into Ryker’s hip, and he couldn’t help but lift his hips a little and grind his crotch down onto his mate’s stomach.
The fact that he was still resting his hand on Steve’s chest, one of his thighs pressed close to the younger man’s legs, was something he was both excruciatingly aware of and also not letting himself think too closely about.
August continued rutting against Ryker’s hip, his mate’s cock pressing into his lower stomach, Steve’s chest rising and falling softly as he slept next to them.
The moment Steve’s breathing changed, his body twitching as he woke up, August stopped rolling his hips and lay still on top of Ryker.
With the air smelling like sex and arousal, there was no hiding what he and Ryker had just been doing.
“Guys, that’s so rude,” Steve complained, turning over and burying his face in Ryker’s shoulder. “I’m right here. You couldn’t wait until I went off to piss or something?”
Ryker opened his mouth, and August just knew that he was about to issue an invitation that he shouldn’t, and so he spoke first.
“Sorry, you know how it is with morning wood.”
Steve rolled over onto his back and glanced down at his cock, studying it for a second, and then nodded like he was conceding the point. It took everything August had not to turn his head and look at the younger man’s erection.
He bet it was enormous.
“Good point,” Steve said, stretching and scratching his chest. He sat up and yawned, running his hand through his hair and looking around. He snorted. “This camp is shit.”
August scowled at him.
“That’s a fucked-up thing to say when you’re our guest.”
Steve grinned, looking happy. “I’m not saying I don’t like it.” He reached up and touched the tarp above them. “But you couldn’t have brought some steaks to roast on the fire, and maybe a few beers? You wouldn’t even need a cooler.”
Ryker laughed, pushing August off his chest and sitting up. “We’re not really purists, but I guess our pack is kind of traditional. I’m taking it yours wasn’t?”
Steve shook his head. “No, we had cabins set up for when we ran on the full moon, and we’d stock them with meat and snacks. We’d still hunt, but mostly for fun. I haven’t eaten a rabbit since I was a teenager.”
Still miffed, August sat up and crossed his arms. “And that was what, last year?”
Steve rolled his eyes, not taking August’s bait.
“Something like that.” He nudged August with his shoulder. “I’m just saying, being werewolves doesn’t mean we can’t be comfortable.”
August was about to protest, but Ryker nodded along like that made sense. He shot his mate a betrayed glare, but Ryker ignored him.
“That’s true. We just do things this way because it’s how we grew up doing it. If you want to bring a couple of steaks and some beers next month, we won’t mind.”
August very much would mind. He liked eating rabbits when he was in his wolf form. They were delicious. Still, if Steve wanted to bring some supplies, he supposed that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
Steve’s response to Ryker’s offer was a blinding grin. He was visibly trying not to smile quite so wide – lifting his hand over his mouth and looking down – but the invitation to spend another full moon with them was obviously well received.
“I’ll bring enough to share.”
