“Right now,” Ryker confirmed. “You just hang tight and wait for us. Can you do that?”
Dylan sighed. “Yes, I can wait.”
“Good. We’ll be there soon.”
Ryker hung up the phone and grabbed his jacket, putting it on as he exited his office and waved Heidi over from across the room. She jogged over and met him on his way to the elevator.
“I need to go home. Reschedule the rest of my appointments, or have Mark handle them.”
“Of course. Anything else I can do for you?”
“No, that’s it. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Ryker pushed the button to summon the elevator and reached into his pocket for his phone, only to realize that he’d forgotten it in his office. He turned around and ran back, grabbing his phone and making it back to the elevator just in time to see the doors open.
Stepping inside, he called Steve.
If Dylan was addicted to Steve’s sperm, there was only one way to deal with it. They had to feed the addiction. It would be a mess, but hopefully they could work something out.
“Hey, Ryker, what’s up?” Steve answered after two rings. He sounded happy, and there was someone laughing in the background.
“I need a favor,” Ryker said, getting right to the point. “Can you jerk off into a container and meet me outside your apartment in fifteen minutes and hand it to me?”
Someone in the background said, “What the fuck? What kind of friends have you made here, Steve?”
Ryker could hear Steve walking away from the mystery person as he asked, “I mean, I guess? That’s kind of a weird ask, though. Why do you need it?”
“Dylan licked your come off your boot last Sunday and now he’s feeling withdrawals even though August and I have been fucking him daily. You do the math.”
“Fuck,” Steve said, sounding shocked. “You think that was enough to get him hooked? It was only a few drops.”
“I don’t know,” Ryker said. “August and I are going to go home to see if fucking him again will fix him, but if it doesn’t, I want to feed him your load to see if that helps.”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll have it ready for you. Text me when you get here and keep me updated.”
The elevator doors opened, and Ryker walked out into the underground parking garage. He jogged over to his car, climbing inside as he answered, “I will. I’m leaving work now and should be there soon.”
As he lowered his phone to hang up, he caught the mystery person with Steve exclaiming, “Bro, you know an omega? What the fuck?”
Ryker was intensely curious who Steve was with. Judging by their knowledge of omegas it had to be another werewolf, but Ryker couldn’t think of any other werewolves in town who sounded like that.
He’d have to satisfy his curiosity later. Pulling out of the parking garage and out onto the street, he used the voice assistant on his phone to call August. When the call didn’t go through, he called the reception at the clinic.
Cynthia, the clinic receptionist, answered. Ryker told her that it was an emergency, and she promised to have August call him back as soon as possible. He hung up, and five minutes later, August called him.
“What is it?”
August sounded worried, which was a normal reaction to Ryker calling and saying it was an emergency. Ryker explained what was going on, and August agreed to come right home.
Before he hung up, August asked, “Do you really think he’s bonded to Steve?”
Ryker gripped the steering wheel tighter, clenching his jaw. Before he knew about Steve’s father and the impossibility of Steve joining their pack, this wouldn’t have been a problem, but if Steve couldn’t actually be with them, then they were facing a logistical knot that Ryker didn’t know how they’d solve.
He and August had bitten Dylan and claimed him, but if Dylan was Steve’s omega – no matter the fact that he was Ryker and August’s omega as well – then that meant that Steve had a claim of his own.
“Maybe,” he answered. “We’ll find out. If he is, we’ll deal with it.”
They said goodbye, and Ryker focused on the road. He reached Steve’s building a few minutes later, the younger alpha standing on the curb waiting for him with a plastic container clutched in his grip. There was a werewolf standing next to him who, despite his slimmer frame and lighter hair, was undeniably related to Steve.
