“And you don’t care,” Ryker said, smiling. He reached out and traced a drop of come off August’s chin and licked it off his thumb.
“No,” August said, chuckling. He wiped his mouth and rose to his feet, looking down at his debauched mate with the heated satisfaction of a job well done.
Ryker watched him back, cock hanging out of his pants, half hard and sticky with come and spit, his muscular body relaxed and lazy. August reached for his phone and snapped a picture, adding it to his enormous collection of pictures he had of his mate naked and looking like a porn star.
“Should I take my shirt off?”
Ryker was joking, but August wasn’t going to say no to an offer like that. He nodded.
“And put one of your hands behind your neck. I want your armpit in the frame.”
Ryker snorted, but he stripped off his shirt and struck the asked for pose. He raised his brow, the expression daring August to request another pose.
August grinned and shook his head. “No, I think I have what I need.”
His phone pinged with a message from Steve, alerting him that he’d picked up the food and was on his way. He relayed the message to Ryker.
“That was fast,” Ryker said, rising from the couch. He gave August a quick kiss on his cheek and tucked himself back into his pants. “I’m going to shower before he gets here.”
“Sounds good,” August said, watching Ryker leave the room in all his shirtless glory.
He reached up and scratched his chest, realizing as he did so that he’d made a bit of a mess of his shirt. The cotton was slick with a mix of spit and come, the cooling mixture clinging to his skin uncomfortably. He took off his shirt and used it to wipe his face and then balled it up and wiped up the worst of the mess on the couch.
19
STEVE
Steve rode the elevator to August and Ryker’s apartment, eight plastic bags filled with take-out containers dangling off the fingers of his right hand, and two more on his left.
August had ordereda lotof food. Steve had been forced to leave his bike near the restaurant and take an Uber in order to transport it all. He would have been annoyed at the lack of warning, except that he should have predicted that August would order a lot when he was feeding three alpha werewolves and a human.
The elevator doors opened up on a small hallway, the scent of sweat and sex blasting Steve in the face and making him stagger.
“Hello?” Steve stepped into the apartment, eyeing the shoes on the shelf next to him. He tugged off his boots and kicked them up against the wall, next to the shelf. “Food’s here!”
“Perfect!” Ryker came around the corner, grinning and looking fresh out of the shower. His hair was wet, a drop of water running down the side of his neck, the clean scent of his body wash contrasting with the stink of sex lingering in the air. When he saw Steve’s haul, he whistled. “That’s a lot of food.”
Steve held back a comment about having to take an Uber. He didn’t want to start the evening off with a whiny complaint.
“It is,” he said, grinning. “Where should I put it?”
“Kitchen,” Ryker said, beckoning for him to follow. “Right through here.”
Steve followed Ryker down the hall and into a spacious kitchen. He deposited the bags on the island counter, making sure all the boxes inside were upright before he took a step back and unzipped his coat.
“I’ll take that,” Ryker said, holding out his hand. Steve handed over his coat and rubbed the back of his neck.
“This is a nice place.”
He followed Ryker into the hall, watching him hang his coat in the closet next to the elevator doors.
“Thanks, I’ll give you the tour.” Ryker walked up to him and pulled him into an unexpected hug. “I’m glad you could make it.”
Steve’s stomach swooped, the casual intimacy reminding him of how lonely he’d been. Being held by Ryker felt wonderful, and Steve was reminded of how much he’d missed casual intimacy since moving away from home.
“Thanks for inviting me.”
“It’s our pleasure.” Ryker slapped his back and released him, gesturing for him to follow him back into the apartment. “Now let me give you the tour. Dylan should be here in about half an hour, so we can eat when he gets here.”
