DYLAN
Dylan stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Ryker held him with an arm wrapped across his chest, keeping him up and off the floor, immobilizing him as he carried him around on his knot. They stood in front of the sink, Ryker leaning forward and crushing Dylan against the countertop as he reached for his toothbrush, his blond hair matted with sweat and an easy grin on his face.
“Look at us,” Ryker said, stepping back and relieving the pressure on Dylan’s stomach. He bent his neck to kiss Dylan’s head. “We’re a good-looking pair!”
Dylan was still wearing the muzzle August had put him in, the inside of the smooth leather slick and clammy with sweat, and meeting his own gaze in the reflection, Dylan was struck by the bizarre turn his life had taken.
“He’s looking a little worse for wear,” August said, walking into the bathroom and nudging Ryker away from the sink. “We should get that thing off him and get him ready for bed.”
Dylan shot August a relieved look, exhaustion beginning to overtake him. He’d come twice since the two alphas had taken him to the playroom – first when Ryker was stretching his ass, stuffing him full to bursting, and once when he finally fucked him – leaving him utterly wrung out and feeling like he could sleep for at least ten hours.
“He’s fine,” Ryker said, stroking Dylan’s face with the same hand he held his toothbrush. The back of his knuckles brushed over Dylan’s cheek, the touch gentle and fond. He met Dylan’s gaze in the mirror. “Aren’t you, Dylan?”
Dylan said nothing, though he found himself leaning into Ryker’s hand and enjoying the touch.
“He’s done,” August said, nudging Ryker to turn around so that they were face to face. The position left Dylan trapped between the two alphas, making him feel even more crowded and trapped than before. August stepped even closer, reaching up and unbuckling the muzzle from around Dylan’s jaw and sliding it off. “There you go. That’s better.”
Opening his mouth, Dylan worked his jaw and yawned. August stroked his hair, grinning down at him and wiping his chin. Dylan had thought the clammy wetness inside the muzzle was all sweat, but he realized now that he’d drooled a bit, too.
With the muzzle off, Dylan felt a bit like the porn-filter that August and Ryker sometimes seemed able to generate over reality faded. The uncomfortable full feeling of Ryker’s knot went from being a source of pleasure against his too-sensitive prostate to being just plain uncomfortable, and his general state of sweaty griminess went from feeling sexy to feeling like he needed a shower.
Dylan had had enough. He wanted to sleep – preferably cuddled between August and Ryker – and he wanted Ryker’s knot out of his ass.
Sensing his change in mood, Ryker leaned down and mumbled into his ear, “Relax your hole, sweetheart. I’ll lift you off my knot, nice and easy, and then you can take a shower and brush your teeth. Okay?”
“Great,” Dylan mumbled, trying to stop his aching rim from clamping down on the base of Ryker’s cock. He didn’t quite succeed, but Ryker nonetheless lifted him up and pulled him off his knot.
Dylan winced, come dripping down his inner thighs as his overly stretched hole refused to close up. Ryker lowered him carefully down to the floor, walking him over to the shower while Dylan kept his thighs pressed together in an effort to contain his leaking.
“Think we should put a plug in him?” August asked, making Dylan snap his head around to glare at him. August had just finished saying that Dylan was done and needed a rest, and now he was talking about shoving another toy inside of him?
Dylan would not allow it.
Confronted with Dylan’s furious glare, August laughed and held up his hands. “Never mind, I just thought it would be hot if we made sure our come stayed inside of you.”
Dylan almost waffled but then shifted and remembered how much his ass hurt. He needed a rest, and that was final.
“It’s okay,” Ryker said, rubbing his shoulder and moving him into the corner of the shower where the initial spray of cold water wouldn’t hit him. “You’ve been so good for us. We’re so happy with you.”
As he spoke, Ryker stroked the skin where he’d placed his claiming bite. Dylan shuddered, his skin prickling with goosebumps at the way the tooth-shaped scar felt when Ryker touched it. He couldn’t think of anything he’d felt before that matched the sensation. The closest thing he could compare it to was the tingle he got when he watched ASMR videos, but a thousand times better.
Glancing down, he marveled at the healed skin. He’d been bitten only a few hours ago, but the skin where Ryker had placed his bite looked like it had healed months ago.
Annie was going to have a fit when he showed her.
Ryker turned on the shower, his broad back blocking Dylan from getting splashed other than at his feet. When the water heated up, steam filling the enclosed space, Ryker nudged Dylan under the spray and reached for the soap.
“Make room,” August said, joining them in the enclosed space. The shower was huge, but with all three of them inside of it, there wasn’t much space left over. Dylan stood sandwiched between the two werewolves, their muscular pecs and wide shoulders blocking him in and obstructing his vision as hot water rained down on his head.
He could feel both their cocks, half hard and jutting out from between their legs, poking him in the back and stomach. He glanced down, taking in August’s insatiable monster of a cock.
It was infuriatingly pretty. The bulbous head rested against Dylan’s stomach, right over his belly button, the thick length just begging for Dylan to kneel down and suck it.
“Let’s get you clean,” Ryker said, squirting a big dollop of body wash into his palm and handing the bottle to August. He brought his hands together to spread the soap all over them. “August, you take his front.”
“With pleasure,” August said, taking the bottle.
Dylan spent the next ten minutes being languidly groped and squeezed all over his body, August and Ryker’s hands sliding over his soap slick skin and making him feel like he was floating on a cloud of sleepy pleasure. August took his face between his hands, massaging his sore jaw and kissing his forehead, while Ryker knelt down behind him and used two soapy fingers to gently clean the inside of his rim.
