“Steve here wants to give our boy a spanking,” Ryker said. He grabbed Steve and pulled him back so that they were once again standing next to each other, though this time he put his hand on the back of Steve’s neck and held him firm. He looked at Steve, a playful grin on his face. “Isn’t that right?”
Steve nodded, blushing and feeling on display.
“We’re not letting him fuck him,” August said, crossing his arms. He looked stern and forbidding, but the bulge in his jeans betrayed his arousal.
“Not tonight,” Ryker agreed.
“Or get a blow job.”
“Not from Dylan, no.”
August narrowed his eyes, looking caught between wanting to argue and just wanting.
It took Steve a second to get the implication of Ryker’s phrasing, but when he did, his balls pulled tight and his mouth filled with drool. He swallowed, staring at August’s mouth and wondering what it would feel like on his cock.
August caught him looking, his brows drawing up in outrage.
“I’m sure he’d return the favor, wouldn’t you?” Ryker asked. He rubbed Steve’s neck, massaging him.
Steve nodded.
August huffed out a breath and rolled his eyes. “Fine. We’ll see how it goes.”
“Then we have a plan,” Ryker said, letting go of Steve’s neck and clapping his hands together. He looked pleased, like everything was coming together exactly the way he wanted it to. “Steve will give Dylan a spanking, and then Dylan will sit on my knot while we watch the two of you roll around on the floor and sixty-nine each other.”
“That is not what I agreed to!” August said, though to Steve it sounded very much like a token protest.
“I don’t mind that plan,” Steve said, making Ryker grin and August look at him like he wanted to waterboard him.
It would be kind of like wrestling, Steve thought. It would be fun, especially if he could manage to pin August on his back and put him in his place a little.
“It’s decided,” Ryker said. He let go of Steve’s neck and walked over to August, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.
“I’m going to put him on his back and fuck his face,” August grumbled, making Ryker grin as he leaned down and captured his mouth in a kiss.
“He might give you a run for your money.”
August made a noise of pure outrage. “I can take him!”
Ryker laughed, kissing him again. “I look forward to seeing it.”
They made out, and if he hadn’t been so caught up in watching them, Steve would have felt like an intruder.
“You really want us to bring him into our pack, don’t you?” August mumbled, almost too low for Steve to hear even with his werewolf hearing.
Ryker nodded, looking happy and welcoming and making Steve feel like the worst sort of pretender.
The only reason the two alphas were including Steve in the evening’s activities was that they expected to make him part of their pack.
Steve needed to come clean. Clearing his throat, he caught August and Ryker’s attention.
“I, ah…” Steve licked his lips, his palms getting sweaty as Ryker and August looked at him. “I have to tell you that I can’t, actually, because of my old pack, because my dad would… I can’t join your pack.”
Ryker’s brow furrowed, his expression stern and forbidding.
“Explain.”
“I’m not allowed to.”
