Fuck it, Dylan decided, taking the wine out of his bag. It was a bottle he’d bought before and knew that he liked, and if it wasn’t up to August and Ryker’s standard, they could drink something else.
“There you are.” Ryker walked into the hallway, a fond smile on his face. He was dressed in comfy-looking jeans and a t-shirt, looking relaxed and homey. “I’m glad you could make it.”
The way his pecs strained the front of his shirt made Dylan want to bury his face into the mounds of muscle and smother his face. He had his chance when Ryker pulled him into a hug, strong arms wrapping around him and pushing his face into his pecs and squeezing him.
“How are you feeling?”
Ryker’s voice was a deep rumble, his voice pitched meaningfully as he asked the question into Dylan’s hair. They both knew what he was referring to.
“I’ve been fine,” Dylan said, the scent of Ryker’s body filling his nose. He surreptitiously rubbed his face along the cleft between Ryker’s pecs. “Nothing like how I was last Saturday, at least not yet.”
“Do you want to give it another day or two?” Ryker asked, grabbing him by his shoulders and pushing him back a little. He stared down into his eyes, expression serious and caring. “See what your limits are?”
Dylan’s immediate reaction was a visceralno. He’d felt fine all day – caught up in his work and hanging out with Annie for lunch – but now that he was in Ryker’s arms, the idea that he might not get split open and stuffed full of cock was a travesty.
“No, I don’t think we need to do that now.”
Ryker chuckled and pulled Dylan back into his arms.
“Then we won’t.”
Ryker cupped the back of his neck and pushed his face back into his chest, holding him there and letting him enjoy himself. Dylan’s nose was squashed flat, his face nestled into the cleft between Ryker’s pecs, and Ryker seemed content to leave him like that until his lungs started to burn and he gently tapped the alpha’s side to be let go.
Ryker released him, bouncing his pecs playfully, and Dylan gasped for breath. His face was hot, and his nose was sore from how Ryker had crushed it into his body.
He was still holding his grocery store bottle of wine, his grip on the neck clammy. He held it out, offering it to Ryker with a mumbled, “I thought I should bring something.”
Ryker took the bottle and glanced at the label. “Thank you, Dylan. You didn’t have to do that.” He turned around and gestured for Dylan to follow him. “Steve is here, too. We ordered Thai and he picked it up on the way. August and I thought it would be fun to watch a movie together, just the four of us.”
Dylan’s pulse spiked, his mind flashing back to the last time he’d seen Steve. The memory didn’t feel quite real because it was just so nasty.He’d licked the man’s come off his boot. Just thinking about it made Dylan flush, his mouth echoing with the flavor of leather and spunk.
He swallowed, wondering if Ryker and August intended to take things further between the three of them and Steve.
They walked out of the hallway. Ryker draped his arm around Dylan’s shoulders and pulled him close, leaning down and speaking softly. “I’d originally planned on having some fun with Steve tonight, but that’s off, okay?”
Dylan was surprised, both that there had been plans to begin with and that they’d been canceled.
“Why?” he asked.
Ryker’s arm tightened, curling around his neck as the alpha leaned down to kiss the top of his head.
“I’ll explain it properly later, but the gist of it is that he can’t join our pack because of his family. We still want to be friends with him, but at this point, sex or anything beyond friendship is a bad idea.”
Ryker steered him into the spacious living room where August and Steve were sitting on the couch. The two of them were talking quietly, but at Dylan’s arrival, August rose up and approached him with a wide grin on his face.
“There you are,” he said, the happy grin turning a little careful. He studied Dylan’s face for any sign of unhappiness or discontent. “Everything all right?”
Dylan met his look of concern with a smile, feeling happy at the obvious care August had toward his wellbeing. “Everything is great,” he said. “How are things with you?”
August’s grin turned cocky. He stepped into Dylan’s personal bubble, looking him up and down with a heated expression. “I’m doing very well, thank you.”
He took a step closer and Dylan had to bend his neck back to maintain eye contact. Ryker let out a little huff, stepping away from Dylan’s side and walking over to the couch where he sat down next to Steve.
Dylan watched him go, but he was quickly distracted when August reached up and grabbed his face, holding his head still and leaning down and pressing their lips together.
Dylan opened his mouth, and August’s tongue pushed inside. The alpha licked into his mouth with an aggressive fervor that left Dylan feeling breathless.
August pulled away, still holding Dylan’s face between his hands, a strand of spit connecting their mouths. It hung between them like the thread of a spiderweb, glistening and a little disgusting, before it broke off and landed on Dylan’s chin. August grinned, his thumbs rubbing over Dylan’s cheeks as he held him captive and leaned back down to lick his lips.
