That looked like a complication that Ryker did not need right now.
He pulled up next to Steve and rolled down his window.
“Is that it?” he asked, nodding at the container in Steve’s hand. He’d been quick. Ryker didn’t know if he could have come on command in less than fifteen minutes, especially if he was stressed.
“Yes, here you go,” Steve said, handing it to him. “Do you think I should come with you? In case you need more, I mean?”
Ryker shook his head. “No, I’ll call you if I need anything else.”
Steve rubbed the back of his neck and nodded. “Right.” He glanced at the strange werewolf next to him. “This is my brother, by the way. William.”
“I’ll be in touch,” Ryker said, nodding at the younger man. He put the container with Steve’s come on the seat next to him and pulled away from the curb, rolling up the window and looking at the two men in his rearview mirror.
A brother from the pack Steve wasn’t talking to suddenly showing up could only mean one thing. Steve had had an offer to come home. Thinking about how that was supposed to work if they needed Steve’s come for Dylan was enough to give Ryker the headache of a lifetime.
He pushed it out of his mind, deciding that he’d wait to see if there was a problem to begin with before he worried about how to solve it. If they were lucky, Dylan was just feeling horny in a completely normal way and panicking because he was scared.
Ryker didn’t actually believe that that was the case, but he could hope.
Fifteen minutes later, Ryker was home. He grabbed the container with Steve’s come off the passenger side seat and ran to the elevator, sending off a message to August and Dylan that he’d arrived.
The elevator came to a stop on the ground floor, and when the doors opened, Ryker was relieved to see August standing there. He must have taken a cab and come in through the lobby.
“So, how fucked are we?” August asked, coming into the elevator and pressing the button to close the doors.
“Depends on whether or not we need this,” Ryker replied, holding up the container with Steve’s come. The thick liquid inside sloshed from side to side as he moved it around, the scent of Steve’s release filling the small space.
When the elevator doors opened and the outer hallway leading into their apartment came into view, Ryker kicked off his shoes, shrugged off his jacket and put the container with Steve’s come on the top shelf of the hallway closet.
He’d come back for it later if he needed it.
“You’re here!” Dylan exclaimed, coming around the corner at a breathless run and crashing into them. He pushed his face into Ryker’s chest, digging his nose into the space between the buttons of his dress shirt while he hugged his waist and moaned.
He wasn’t wearing any pants or underwear, his hard cock poking Ryker in the thigh as he unconsciously rutted his hips.
Ryker smoothed his hand over Dylan’s hair, grabbing him under his arms and lifting him up when he tried to sink to his knees to press his face into Ryker’s crotch.
“You’re really feeling it, huh?” August said, pressing in behind him and making him the meat in a werewolf sandwich.
Dylan shook with pent up need, his hands grabbing at Ryker’s waist and trying to slide under his shirt.
“I need it,” Dylan said, sounding more scared than aroused. “It feels like there’s a hole inside of me.”
Ryker sighed. This was textbook omega withdrawal, which considering the fact that they’d both pumped his stomach full of come less than six hours ago, meant that they had a problem. Even if fucking him was the solution and Steve could be kept out of the equation, that just meant that Dylan needed a lot more sex than they’d thought.
“We’ll fill you up,” Ryker promised. He hoisted Dylan up higher, placing a hand on his ass and carrying him into the penthouse. He took him to the bedroom and lowered him onto the mattress, flipping him over and shoving a pillow under his ass.
Dylan hadn’t been lying about the dildos. His hole was loose and gaping, his anal ring glistening with lube.
Ryker pushed two fingers inside of him and twisted them around, his other hand reaching down to free his cock. Despite his worry, Ryker had no problem getting hard. Dylan’s hole had his mouth watering, the needy squelch as he scissored his fingers into the wet space making his gut clench with arousal.
“Are you ready?” he asked, deciding that he would go first.
“Please,” Dylan mumbled, wriggling his ass and arching his back. In any other scenario, the absolute sluttiness of the move would have had Ryker grunting with appreciative lust. “Put it in me.”
Ryker rose up and aimed his cock at Dylan’s hole, pressing his bulbous head against the hot rim and pushing inside in one, hard thrust. Dylan let out a moan, his thighs trembling as he pushed his ass back to meet Ryker’s thrust.
“Fuck me,” Dylan demanded, moving his hips and fucking himself on Ryker’s cock.
