The smug grins on their faces was answer enough.
“Fuck,” Steve whined, wishing that he’d managed to beat them to the punch and ask Dylan out first. “You guys are so lucky.”
Ryker bumped their shoulders together. “We are.”
Steve didn’t say anything more, and a minute later they arrived at the building where August worked. He looked up at the tall tower, glass and steel sparkling in the morning sun, and scrunched his nose at the unnecessary design. The glass he understood – windows equaled daylight – but the huge sheets of steel just looked tacky. The building looked like a giant toddler had tried and failed to wrap a Christmas present.
August led them into the lobby, scanning a keycard and leading them past the barricade and toward the elevators.
“I’ll go into the examination room with you,” Ryker said, making August pause as he scanned his keycard on the elevator control panel. August’s brow furrowed, the elevator panel letting out a small ding as it registered the keycard.
“You don’t trust me?” he asked, tucking the card into his pocket. He stared at Ryker’s reflection in the mirrored door, looking angry.
Ryker huffed. “With Dylan, this close to the full moon? Not even a little bit.”
August looked annoyed, but not angry, which Steve supposed meant that Ryker was right not to trust him.
While Steve was affected by the full moon, he didn’t worry about losing control in the way that August and Ryker appeared to. They seemed to take it for granted that if they let loose their inhibitions, that Dylan would end up getting hurt.
The lack of trust the two alphas had in their other halves was a little sad, though Steve would never say so to their faces.
The elevator doors opened, and Steve was hit with a blast of scent that had his cock going hard as a rock. Dylan smelled even better than he remembered, his scent laced with an arousal that felt downright hungry.
It was like his scent was calling out to anyone and everyone who would listen that he needed to be fucked.
Ryker and August stepped out of the elevator, Steve following right behind, the two alphas marching right up to where Dylan was standing and crowding up against him. They put the boy between them, sandwiching him between their muscular bodies, standing too close and breathing hard as they looked down on their delectable human.
“How are you feeling?” August asked, his voice an octave lower than the last time Steve heard him speak. “Does it hurt?”
August reached down to Dylan’s ass, cupping his hand around his pert butt and feeling between his cheeks.
Dylan jumped and shook his head, startled and blushing red. He tried to squirm away from August’s groping hand, but Ryker held him in place and he quickly gave up and allowed himself to be groped.
“No, it’s just uncomfortable. Can you get it out now, please?”
August nodded, his eyes dark. He stopped fondling Dylan’s ass and lifted his hand, clamping it down on the boy’s neck and making him shudder.
Steve stared at August’s hand, the long fingers and wide palm wrapped around more than half the circumference of Dylan’s neck, and wished that it were his own.
Dylan looked like the kind of boy who’d enjoy getting choked.
“Let’s go back to my office.”
Dylan nodded, looking relieved. He then glanced over at Steve, his eyes widening in surprise.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
Steve’s cock was rock hard, bulging against the front of his jeans, and when Dylan’s eyes moved down to his crotch, Steve couldn’t help but reach down and give it a languid squeeze.
“Your alphas invited me.”
Dylan’s breath caught, and Steve’s balls pulled tight at the reaction.
“For breakfast,” August clarified, sounding amused. “He’s going to wait out here for now.”
It was not the reaction Steve had expected. He met August’s gaze, the older alpha looking at him with a heated sort of amusement that had Steve flashing back to his fantasy about sharing Dylan with him and Ryker.
Steve licked his bottom lip, turning his gaze from August to Dylan.
