The look on Dylan’s face was priceless.
28
AUGUST
“What was going through your mind when we first met and I examined you?”
August asked the question into Dylan’s hair, the boy settled on his lap as they waited for Ryker to bring them their drinks. They’d just finished up in the playroom a few minutes ago, where Ryker had spanked Dylan’s ass until his cheeks resembled a pair of plum tomatoes.
Dylan had been tied up like a human pretzel, positioned on the bondage bench with his legs pulled back behind his ears, his ass on full display and available for the palm of Ryker’s hand.
August had greatly enjoyed watching him whimper and try to squirm away from the unrelenting blows.
After Ryker had finished spanking him, they’d untied him and bent him over the bench and taken turns knotting him. Only then, after they’d both pumped him full of come, had they taken pity on his hard little cock and let him come.
“I don’t know,” Dylan mumbled exhausted from being spanked, wrestled and fucked by two alpha werewolves.
“You don’t know?” August was dubious.
Dylan shifted on his lap, embarrassed. “I wondered if I’d slipped into a porno dimension.” He turned his head, looking up at August’s face. “Mostly I just thought you were the hottest guy I’d ever seen. I was so embarrassed when I got a hard-on.”
August chuckled. “Well, I was trying my best to turn you on, so that was a losing battle. At what point did you realize that I was being inappropriate?”
Dylan blushed. “Not until you asked me to have sex.”
“Really?” August couldn’t hide his incredulousness.
“Okay, maybe when you told me I was a bottom. I thought that was weird.”
August laughed. He’d felt very proud of himself when he delivered that line. The way Dylan had blushed and stammered had been adorable.
Knowing what he now knew, he was relieved that Dylan had enjoyed his inappropriate behavior instead of reporting him. If Dylan had reacted differently, August could have ended up losing his medical license or even gone to prison.
Except, he would have picked up on it if Dylan hadn’t been into him, so when he thought about it again, that was unlikely. But it could still have been an incredibly awkward situation.
“Your beverages, sirs,” Ryker announced, drawing August and Dylan’s attention as he waltzed into the room with an honest to God tray balanced on his fingers. He walked up to them and performed a little bow, holding the tray out and letting August and Dylan reach for their drinks.
Ryker was wearing his workout shorts – this time without the jockstrap underneath – and nothing else. The sweat he’d worked up during his workout had dried, which added to the dried come crusting his cock and coating his groin left him smelling rank. August enjoyed his mate a little musky, but this was too much.
“Thanks,” he said, grabbing his can of beer off the tray after Dylan had helped himself to his sleek glass of vodka cranberry. “Now please go shower. You’re hurting my nose.”
Ryker snorted. “Dylan smells just as rank as I do.”
It was true, but August didn’t mind as long as Dylan was sitting on his lap like it was the most comfortable seat in the world.
“Maybe we should all take a quick shower?” Dylan suggested.
August sighed. He put his beer down and then took Dylan’s vodka cranberry out of his hand so that Ryker could pick him up off his lap and cart him off to be cleaned.
Once they were in the bathroom, Ryker put Dylan down and stripped off his shorts, tossing them in the laundry bin and letting his cock hang free.
August smirked at the way Dylan stared at the thick piece of meat, his expression hungry.
“I’ll go first,” Ryker said, turning on the shower and walking under the spray as soon as it was warm. He made quick work of washing his body, and August could tell that Dylan was disappointed not to be invited inside.
He understood why Ryker didn’t start anything. They’d had their fun for the evening, and Dylan’s hole and throat had to be sore. Now that they were living together, they had to be careful not to wear him out.
Once Ryker had finished showering, August pushed Dylan under the spray and handed Ryker a towel.
