Steve rose up, stretching his back and shaking his head. “Thanks, but I really should get going. I have an early shift tomorrow and I’d like to get some sleep. Thanks for inviting me, though. I had fun.”
He took a few steps back, holding up his hand in a little wave goodbye.
“We’ll see you around, yeah?” August said. Steve hesitated, but then he nodded. He looked wistful.
Ryker rose to his feet, the sudden movement jostling Dylan as the couch bounced back from carrying the muscular alpha’s weight. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
“See you later, Steve,” Dylan said.
“Not if I see you first,” Steve replied, making everyone groan. Dylan’s stomach swooped at how cute he was.
“So what’s going on with his old pack?” Dylan asked as soon as Steve and Ryker were out the door, keeping his voice low and hoping that he’d waited long enough for them to be out of hearing range.
August held up his finger, signaling that he needed to wait a bit longer. He tilted his head and listened, and after a silent beat, took a deep breath and met Dylan’s gaze.
“Remember we told you about the Alaska pack?”
Dylan nodded. He was still surprised that he’d grown up in the territory of one of the scariest packs in the country. He’d never even seen a werewolf until he moved away for college.
August ran his hand through his hair, his expression turning faintly incredulous. He huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “Well, their alpha is Steve’s father. Steve had a fight with him about what he was going to do after getting his degree. He ended up moving here, but he thinks that his dad expects him to come back home eventually. If he joins another pack in the meantime, his dad would probably take it personally and come down here to take him back.
Given what August and Ryker had told him about the Alaska pack, that did not sound like something they wanted to happen.
“That’s surprising,” Dylan said, not sure how to feel. Did this mean that Steve was some kind of werewolf prince? He asked, and August let out a guffawing laugh.
“No, but he is important. From what I’ve heard his brother is the clear contender to take over the pack, and he’ll want Steve there to help him out.”
Dylan felt bad for Steve. He’d looked so happy when he told him that August and Ryker wanted to be his friends.
“Do you think he’ll move back to Alaska?”
Before August could answer, Ryker came back into the room. He was carrying three bottles of beer in one hand, and as he set them down on the table and took a seat, he answered Dylan’s question.
“No question. His dad is letting him cool off and get a sense for living on his own, but he’s one hundred percent counting on Steve caving in and coming home.”
Dylan wondered how he could be so sure.
“So that thing where he jerked off while we were in the other room, stuff like that is off the table?”
Ryker sighed, looking wistful. “Completely. We still want to be his friends, but we can’t get too attached without risking trouble with his dad.”
“That’s too bad,” Dylan said, nodding when Ryker held up one of the beers for him with a questioning lift of his brow.
“It is,” August agreed. “We were going to let him spank you, and then he and I were going to sixty-nine while you sat on Ryker’s knot and watched.”
Dylan choked, snorting beer out of his nose. August reached for one of the napkins on the table and handed it to him with a smirk.
“You can’t just say things like that!” Dylan cried, coughing and wiping his face with the napkin. He felt like his face was going to explode from the force of his blush. “You’re the worst.”
“I’ll spank you,” Ryker said, pulling him under his arm and almost making him spill the beer still clutched in his hand. He pushed his mouth into Dylan’s hair. “If you want me to?”
“Maybe later,” Dylan mumbled, shifting his body and trying to get comfortable. Ryker’s arm around his neck was tight, and it took shifting almost into Ryker’s lap to relieve the pressure.
“Come here,” Ryker said, releasing him just long enough to pull him onto his lap. He moved Dylan’s legs on either side of his thighs, arranging him so that they sat chest to chest, and held him tight. He nuzzled into his throat and growled, “That’s better.”
Dylan sat still, boneless and compliant, letting Ryker arrange him as he pleased. It was ridiculously hot, the ease with which Ryker lifted and moved him. It made him feel lighter than air. He rested his face on the swell of Ryker’s pecs and closed his eyes.
There was movement on the couch next to them, and a second later Dylan felt August grab him by his waist and push his face into the dip of his lower back. He turned his neck, looking down to see that August had crawled off the couch and was now kneeling on the floor behind him.
