Dylan thought about it, wondering what could have made August and Ryker want to put a magical leash and collar on him – even if it was subconscious.
“Maybe it’s because they had competition?” he theorized. Annie looked confused, so he elaborated. “Steve has been pretty clear about how much he wants me to ditch August and Ryker and date him instead – and August and Ryker know all about it. Maybe that could have prompted this?”
Annie nodded. “That makes more sense than it being something that just happened for no reason.”
“You think?”
“Yes. Their wolfy instincts probably told them that you were way too good for them, and that they needed to lock you down before you realized it.”
Dylan laughed. He didn’t like being magically tied to August and Ryker’s cocks, but if he could choose between it being a random occurrence and something triggered by August and Ryker wanting him so badly that they unintentionally got him addicted to their come, he’d prefer the latter.
At least then he’d know that he wasn’t a burden.
“So how long can you go before you need to spend time with them?” Annie sounded like she was in problem solving mode. “You spent last weekend with them, and you started feeling bad on Friday, so that’s what, five days?”
Dylan nodded. “More like six. I didn’t start feeling bad until last night, and it wasn’t too bad until I woke up this morning.”
“Okay, so not even a week. How long after you met up with them did you start to feel better, and did it require physical touch, or was it enough just to see them?”
Dylan blushed, his face feeling hot.
Annie narrowed his eyes at him, her gaze searching. “Dylan, what aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing!” Dylan exclaimed, looking away. “I felt better once we were in the same room.”
Annie kept looking at him.
“Seriously!” Dylan looked at her. “I felt better, and then I was just happy to see them, so we… you know. Then we went out for breakfast, they explained everything, and I came home.”
Annie stopped looking at him like she suspected him of hiding something, a faint blush rising in her cheeks.
“Okay, so a week.”
“I think it might be pheromones,” Dylan lied. “They said that if I needed to spend time away from them that they could send me something they’d worn and that would keep me from getting sick. Like a workout shirt or something.”
Annie brightened. “That’s good news, right?”
Dylan nodded. “They said that if I didn’t want to be with them they would send me stuff in the mail so that I wouldn’t get sick or have to interact with them unless I wanted to.”
“That’s a good sign.” Annie leaned against him. “Do you think you’ll take them up on that?”
Dylan shook his head. “No, not unless they ask me to.”
“Ask you to, as in break up with you?”
Dylan nodded.
“Do you think that they’re going to break up with you?”
Dylan shook his head. “No. Not now, at least. In the future, who knows?”
Annie scooted forward and jumped off the bed. “Okay, let’s go to lunch. I’m starving.”
Dylan looked at her, amused and feeling much better than he had just a few minutes ago. His situation was weird, and there were plenty of ways things could go wrong, but at the end of the day he believed that August and Ryker were nice guys who wouldn’t take advantage of him.
He had to believe that.
“We’re done dealing with my freakout?” he asked, getting up.
