“Of course,” Ryker said, kissing his jaw. “August went shopping earlier. He bought us the full getup, skates and padding and even tape for our new hockey sticks. We figured we’d play for a bit before having fun in the locker room. Since you’re from Alaska, I assume that you can play?”
Dylan nodded. He’d played hockey for a bit in middle school, but he hadn’t pursued it when he went to high school. He’d still gone skating for fun, occasionally, and so he knew that he wouldn’t make a complete fool of himself on the ice.
“Can you?”
Ryker shrugged. “A little. We had a rink back home, but I’ve never tried hockey. Who knows, maybe we’ll end up joining an amateur team here in the city?”
That would probably cause quite the sensation, Dylan imagined. Werewolves weren’t allowed to play in school sports, but they had their own leagues which were insanely popular. Even if they sucked at hockey, the novelty of having a pair of werewolves on the team would garner them plenty of invitations.
Dylan’s stomach rumbled again, and Ryker let him back down to his feet.
“I’ll go heat up your plate,” he said, walking out of the hall and leaving Dylan to take off his shoes.
Dylan stood there, lips tingling from the rough way Ryker had kissed him, grinning to himself.
Coming home to a hunky werewolf kissing him hello and feeding him dinner? Dylan could get used to that.
* * *
“Does that feel nice?”
Dylan whimpered as August twisted his nipples, the evil alpha working the overly sensitive nubs between his rough fingers and making it feel like there was a live wire running from his chest to his poor, exhausted cock.
He’d come twice in the past hour, once on Ryker’s knot, and once again when August fucked him, and he was now sitting on August’s knot, trying not to play into August’s plans by clenching down every time he pinched down on his nipple.
He wasn’t having much success. Every time August rolled his nipples between his fingers, squeezing and tugging like an evil genius, Dylan clenched down and squeezed August’s knot before he could manage to stop himself.
August moaned, rolling his hips and making Dylan’s rim protest at the sudden movement, his stomach feeling full to bursting.
“You’re so mean,” Dylan whimpered, batting at August’s hands and trying to dislodge them from his poor chest. “Stop it.”
“Should I play with this instead?” August asked, releasing Dylan’s right nipple and reaching for his balls instead. He rolled them around in his palm, giving them a tentative squeeze.
Dylan wasn’t worried. August had no appetite for hurting his balls – that was Ryker’s thing. The most August would do was squeeze him a bit, and not enough to hurt.
“Sure,” Dylan said, and August chuckled.
“Okay, you got me. How about this, if you work my knot without me having to twist your nipples, I’ll leave them alone. Deal?”
Dylan considered it. Squeezing down on August’s knot was a lot of work, but if August was going to make him do it anyway, he might as well squeeze without having his nipples further abused.
Then again, the way August’s fingers felt on his chest was kind of nice, in an awful sort of way.
“Never mind,” August said, twisting his nipples and tugging them away from his body. Dylan let out a screech, clamping down on August’s knot and making him release another spurt of come.
“Be nice,” Ryker said, sitting up on the other end of the couch. Dylan wondered why he was sitting so far away, or at least he was until Ryker lifted his legs and dropped them in his lap. He wriggled his toes.
“Am I supposed to do something with these?” Dylan asked, tracing the top of Ryker’s big toe. He really had enormous feet.
“Rub them, please, and August will stop being mean to you.”
“I will?” August asked, sounding curious.
“You will,” Ryker said, voice warm and teasing. “Unless you want me to be mean to you. I could pin you down and let Dylan get his revenge on your nipples.”
“Let’s do that,” Dylan said, loving the idea of getting to play with August’s chest. August laughed, dropping his hands down to his sides, away from Dylan’s nipples.
“I’m good.”
