“Come on, give him your knot,” Ryker growled, the finger on Dylan’s ear growing sharp. Dylan tilted his head and looked up, his stomach clenching with hot arousal at the sight of fangs poking at Ryker’s bottom lip.
Seeing Ryker and August when they let go and let their wolfy attributes show was so much hotter than Dylan would have expected it to be.
August growled, his grip on Dylan’s waist turning painful, and slammed his hips forward so that the length of his cock was buried in Dylan’s ass. His knot had been teasing at Dylan’s rim for a while now, making each thrust slightly more uncomfortable than the last, but when he came, it expanded and filled him up for real.
Dylan would never get used to being knotted. It felt both overwhelming and wonderful, the pressure on his insides and against his prostate transcendent.
August lowered his mouth onto the junction between Dylan’s neck and shoulder, and before Dylan could protest, he bit down hard enough to make Dylan jolt and cry out in confused alarm.
Dylan was sure he’d broken his skin.
Being bitten that hard shouldn’t feel good, but somehow it did. The pain was as sharp and intense as it was orgasmic.
“August,” Ryker said, exasperated and fond. He stroked August’s hair. “We didn’t talk about this.”
“What?” Dylan mumbled. He was way more out of it than he’d thought. He felt sleepy, and if it hadn’t been for how much he wanted to come, he could have drifted off to sleep.
Ryker’s pecs made a very good pillow.
“He’s claiming you,” Ryker said, tucking his chin down so that he could make eye contact. “Is that okay?”
Dylan had no idea if it was okay, but he was enjoying it. The pain had faded, a strange sort of pleasure emanating from the point where August’s teeth were biting him.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, trying to thrust his crotch into Ryker’s body. He was so close to coming!
“Can I claim you, too?”
Ryker’s voice was darkly serious, his deep voice pitched even lower than usual and making the little hairs on Dylan’s neck stand up.
In that moment, Dylan couldn’t have denied him anything. He nodded. “Okay.”
Ryker sat up, the move abrupt and forcing all three of them back. He bent his neck and curved his back, putting his mouth on the other side of Dylan’s neck from where August was now licking him, and bit down.
The pain was intense, Ryker’s teeth sinking into him with a violence that was far worse than August’s careful bite.
On top of the pain, Dylan felt pleasure that was better than any orgasm he’d ever had. His whole body felt electrified, his nerves sizzling, every inch of his skin hypersensitive and alight with pleasure.
Dylan didn’t know when he’d started coming, but by the time he got himself under control, his cock was spurting into his underwear with the force of a water cannon. It lasted for what felt like an eternity. When he finally stopped shooting, he slumped back and let the two werewolves support his weight between them.
August was the first to let go of his neck. He lifted his head and nuzzled into Dylan’s ear, sounding very happy as he mumbled, “You’re ours, now.”
Dylan had never heard anything more possessive. August sounded smug about it, like he’d won something, and Dylan couldn’t help but feel pleased.
He wished he could bite them back and claim them in the same way they’d claimed him.
August continued nuzzling Dylan’s ear and kissing into his hair until Ryker let go of his neck. Ryker leaned back, smirking as he lifted his hands behind his head and rested against the back of the couch. He looked lazy and indulgent, his satisfied expression telling of a job well done.
It was intimidating how hot he was.
“You came in your pants,” Ryker commented, lowering his arm and stroking Dylan’s lip. His thumb prodded at Dylan’s teeth, and Dylan opened his mouth in an invitation for entry.
“I did,” Dylan confirmed.
“And August’s knot is in your ass.”
Again, Dylan nodded. He was beginning to see where Ryker was going with this. Out of the three of them, he was the only one who hadn’t come.
“What should we do about that?” Ryker pushed his thumb into Dylan’s mouth, making it very obvious what he wanted.
