August grinned, flashing his canines and taking another step closer. This time, Steve didn’t step back, though his wolf was whining at him that he should stop posturing and show his belly.
He’d taken this confrontation far enough.
“Do you think he doesn’t?” August reached up and traced the edge of Steve’s jacket, the back of his hand stroking over the swell of Steve’s pecs. “Do you think he’s confused about what sort of relationship he’s getting into?”
Steve shook his head, shuddering at the sensation of August’s fingers against his chest. August and Ryker weren’t exactly subtle, and there was no way Dylan had missed how possessive they were. In fact, Dylan seemed to enjoy that aspect of them.
August stepped back, no longer showing his fangs. “Don’t worry. If Dylan wants to leave us and choose you, we’d let him. We’re not total barbarians. But until he makes that choice, you follow our rules. Agreed?”
Steve nodded, submitting to August’s authority.
“Agreed.”
August tossed the jeans at him. “Good. Now let’s get breakfast.”
He left the room, giving Steve privacy to change and collect his thoughts.
Looking at the door, listening to Ryker on the other side telling Dylan about the diner they were going to, Steve kicked off his freshly licked boots and stripped out of his soiled jeans and underwear and wondered what August and Ryker had planned.
Probably nothing, he mused, stepping into August’s jeans and pulling them up over his thighs. August and Ryker seemed to be playing things by ear, the full moon lowering their inhibitions and making them act on impulses they normally wouldn’t indulge, and not following any sort of plan.
Buttoning his jeans, reaching down the front to adjust his cock, Steve zipped up his fly and bent down to put his boots back on.
He paused halfway down, August’s jeans threatening to split when the move caused the fabric to pull tight over his ass. Rising back up, not wanting to risk tearing the borrowed jeans, Steve toed his feet into his boots and lifted his legs one by one to push his feet properly inside.
He was glad August and the rest of them didn’t witness his clumsy maneuvering. It would have ruined the cool alpha vibe he was trying to pull off.
When he’d finished putting on his boots, Steve looked down at his legs and wrinkled his nose. His legs looked like overstuffed sausages. His thighs bulged against the denim, the fabric not nearly stretchy enough to be comfortable, and there wasn’t nearly enough room for his balls.
The line of his cock was clearly visible against his thigh, looking like he’d pushed a salami down the front of his jeans, the veins on his shaft and the head of his cock all showing through the denim.
He sighed. It was better than wearing his own pair, drenched as they were in come, but he’d have to carry something in front of his crotch to avoid committing an act of public indecency. Giving his legs one last dissatisfied look, he walked back into the hall, carrying his dirty laundry and asking August if he had a plastic bag he could store them in.
“Sure,” August said, reaching up and giving Dylan’s neck a squeeze before heading back into his office. “I’ll get it for you while you guys call the elevator.”
“Thanks.”
Steve followed Ryker and Dylan out of the hall and into the waiting room, Dylan sneaking glances behind him and staring at Steve’s crotch and then pretending that he’d merely been looking around at the décor.
All of a sudden, Steve didn’t mind the uncomfortable jeans one bit.
“Are you feeling better now?” Steve asked, walking next to Dylan as Ryker pressed the button to call the elevator.
“So much better,” Dylan said, his mouth pulling up in a happy little grin as he glanced up at Steve. After a beat of silence, he asked, “How about you? Did you have a good full moon?”
Ryker looked over, waiting for Steve’s answer and taking up position on Dylan’s other side.
“I did!” Steve said, thinking back to his incredulity when Dylan had told him that August and Ryker were going to ask him to run with them on the full moon. He beamed. “I ate a rabbit.”
Dylan lifted his brow, looking like he didn’t know what to say to that.
“It was delicious,” Steve added, remembering how good it had felt to chase the sneaky little things out of their burrows and hunt them with Ryker and August. The poor rabbits hadn’t stood a chance.
“That’s nice,” Dylan said, sounding a little squeamish.
“It was,” Ryker said, making Steve’s stomach feel all tingly. “Steve is a good fit for us.”
Steve’s chest puffed up with pride, warmth swelling behind his ribs.
