The unscented body wash stung when it came into contact with his abused hole, but when Ryker was done, Dylan felt blissfully clean.
After the shower, Ryker toweled Dylan off and steered him over to the sink so that he could brush his teeth.
“Do you have to be up early tomorrow?” August asked. He was still naked from the shower, his cock hanging thick and heavy between his thighs.
Even when they’d been touching him and cleaning him off, neither August or Ryker had gotten fully hard.
Dylan had to think before he answered. The real world seemed very far away, and it was a struggle to remember what he was doing in the morning.
“No, but I need to work on my thesis.” Dylan pulled his toothbrush out of his mouth, rinsed it off, and spit into the sink. He glanced at August in the mirror. “Do you?”
Ryker answered for him. “We both do, but you can sleep in as long as you want.”
August nodded his agreement. “Make yourself at home.”
Dylan blushed. August and Ryker seemed to take it for granted that he would spend the night – which made sense, given how late it was – but he was curious what they intended in the long term. He touched the mark on his neck where August had bitten him, wondering if they expected him to move in with them.
They were werewolf married, so surely that was the normal thing to do?
Dylan didn’t want to ask. He wasn’t sure hewantedto move in with them. They were fun to hang out with, and the sex was mind-blowing, but they werea lot. Dylan didn’t know if he could handle them full time.
Then again, they might calm down and be a little bit more domestic if they actually lived together.
When they’d all finished brushing their teeth, Ryker led the way back into the bedroom. He pulled the sheets back and gestured for Dylan to climb onto the mattress. He did, the smooth cotton feeling like silk against his freshly washed skin.
“If we get too clingy, just push us off,” August said, coming around the bed and climbing in next to him.
“And don’t be afraid to climb over us if you have to get up to go to the bathroom, Ryker added, getting in on his other side. “We’re heavy sleepers, so you won’t have to worry about waking us up.”
“Okay,” Dylan said, a little amused. It wasn’t the first night they’d spent together, but Ryker and August seemed to be treating it as something special.
If this was their version of the wedding night, they’d certainly made it an interesting one.
Lying down on his stomach, Dylan spent a minute fluffing his pillow while August and Ryker arranged themselves around him. August seemed to want nothing more than to lie down on top of him, but thankfully Ryker pushed him back and grunted at him to knock it off.
August contented himself with lifting his thigh over Dylan’s legs and hugging him against his side like a teddy bear. This essentially pulled Dylan onto his side, though he didn’t mind playing little spoon to August’s big one.
Ryker lay down on his back, his arm brushing against Dylan’s hand their only point of contact.
“Good night,” Dylan mumbled, knowing that the second he closed his eyes he’d drift off to sleep.
“Good night,” August and Ryker both murmured back. They both sounded just as tired and ready to sleep as Dylan felt.
Closing his eyes, Dylan snuggled back into August’s embrace and let himself drift off.
* * *
The next morning when Dylan woke up, he was alone in the apartment. There was a message from Ryker on his phone letting him know that he should grab whatever he wanted from the fridge for breakfast and that he should make himself comfortable for as long as he liked.
It wasn’t quite an invitation to move in, but it came pretty close.
Grabbing his clothes, Dylan pulled on his shirt and underwear, but when he reached for his jeans, there was a massive hole ripped into the back of them. Dylan examined the tear, scowling at the damage to his favorite jeans.
There was no way he could wear them out in public.
Unless…
Dylan pulled the jeans on and buttoned them up, after which he went to Ryker and August’s walk-in closet in search of something he could tie around his waist to cover his exposed ass. He rummaged around the drawers, deciding on a compression shirt that looked way too small to fit either of his shockingly large werewolves.
