The hope in Ryker’s chest deflated like a popped balloon when Steve shook his head.
“No, but you never know.”
“Steve,” Ryker turned and faced the younger alpha head on.
“Yes?”
“Please stop helping.”
Steve slumped, looking like a kicked puppy. “Sorry.”
Ryker felt like an asshole. He nudged Steve’s shoulder in a silent apology, and the younger alpha stopped looking so pathetic.
They sat in silence. After about five minutes, their waitress brought their drinks out, shooting a questioning glance at the empty booth on the other side of the table from Ryker and Steve.
“They’ll be back soon,” Ryker said, picking up his coffee and taking a long sip.
Their waitress, a tall, thin woman in her fifties with a weathered face and kind eyes, smiled. “That’s all right. Your food will be out in just a minute, sweetheart.”
“Sounds good,” Ryker said.
The waitress rushed off, and a minute later August and Dylan were walking toward them and sliding into the other side of the booth.
August had his typical post orgasm glow, a smile playing on his lips and his body relaxed, while Dylan looked like he’d just come back from a rejuvenating spa-vacation at an expensive resort in the Alps.
The difference from just a few minutes ago was startling.
“Feeling better?” Ryker asked, studying Dylan’s expression carefully.
Dylan nodded, a sheepish expression flitting across his face. “A lot better.” He glanced over at August, a light blush spreading across his cheeks.
August didn’t say anything, but judging by his expression, it was clear he had questions about what was going on.
“How have you been feeling leading up to today?” Ryker asked.
“What do you mean?”
Ryker lifted his coffee cup and held it up, ready to drink. “I mean, have you been feeling okay? You seemed a little off, earlier, other than the shampoo bottle I mean.”
Dylan shrugged, looking down at the table. “I just missed you guys, that’s all. I wasn’t sick or anything.”
August caught Ryker’s eye, his brows scrunched and his expression very confused.
“I’m just asking, because sometimes, when two or more alphas have sex with a human, the human can develop something of an addiction to their… well, their sperm, basically.”
Dylan looked at him, his eyes wide. “You have addictive come?”
Ryker winced. “It’s extremely rare. August and I have had sex with… well, let’s just say that it’s been a lot of humans, and it’s never happened before.”
“But you think it’s happening to me?”
Ryker shrugged, deeply uncomfortable. He looked at August, his mate looking dumbfounded, before turning back to Dylan.
“I think that asking to crawl under the table so that you could give August a blowjob was a little out of character, and it made me worried.”
Dylan turned to Steve. “Is this something you knew could happen?”
Steve looked caught off guard to be addressed. He sat up a little straighter, gaze flickering between Ryker and August before he looked at Dylan.
