31
RYKER
Ryker was at work when Dylan called.
Heidi pulled him out of a meeting to tell him that there was an emergency, and Ryker politely excused himself from the conference room and jogged to his office.
Heidi ran next to him, her tight skirt forcing her to take small, tripping steps.
“It’s your new… boyfriend,” she said, hesitating, like she wasn’t sure if that was the correct term.
“Mate.” Ryker’s voice was curt. He’d told her exactly what Dylan was to him. “He’s my mate. The same as August.”
Heidi looked dubious, but Ryker wasn’t in the mood to argue the point. He needed to find out what had caused Dylan to call his office and tell Heidi that it was an emergency, and he didn’t have time to correct her misunderstandings about how werewolf relationships worked.
“Go get Mark and have him take over the meeting.”
Leaving Heidi behind, Ryker rushed into his office and picked up his phone. His cellphone was on his desk, with a notification flashing on the screen that he had three missed calls from Dylan.
“Are you okay?” Ryker asked, all sorts of horrible scenarios flashing before his mind. “Did something happen?”
He heard Dylan’s breath catch, and Ryker’s gut clenched with worry.
“Dylan, talk to me.”
“I feel weird,” Dylan finally said, his voice betraying his discomfort.
“Weird how?” Ryker asked, relieved that whatever was going on with Dylan, he hadn’t lost a limb or fallen off a roof somewhere.
He was still worried.
“Like I did last Saturday when I hadn’t seen you and August in a while.”
Ryker took a seat behind his desk, his brow furrowed.
“You’re horny?” At Dylan’s annoyed indrawn breath, he quickly specified, “In a bad way, I mean?”
He could hear Dylan swallow.
“It started this morning, when I… you know.” Dylan waited, and when Ryker made a noise of understanding, he continued, “I just… I need something. It’s like I’m empty, and the blowjobs I gave you didn’t help at all.”
Ryker suddenly had a vivid recollection of Dylan on his knees, licking Steve’s come off his boot at his behest.
That little taste couldn’t have been enough for Dylan to be tied to Steve – could it?
That would be a disaster. Steve was in no position to be bonded to Dylan – and through him – Ryker and August.
“I think you need to fuck me,” Dylan said, rushing to speak when Ryker didn’t say anything. “I feel empty. I already tried some of the dildos in your playroom, but they’re not working.”
Ryker could feel Dylan’s frustration over the phone.
“I’ll come right home, okay?” Ryker said. “Did you call August?”
“He didn’t pick up.” Dylan sounded incredibly betrayed.
“I’ll get him. We’ll both come home and figure this out. I promise, okay?”
Dylan took a deep breath. “You’re coming home right now?”
