August, knot still filling Dylan’s ass, met Ryker’s gaze with a worried frown.
This was going to be a problem.
32
DYLAN
After a quick shower, Dylan got dressed and made his way to the living room. August was on the couch while Ryker had taken up position in the armchair next to it. They were both slumped back, feet propped up on the coffee table and footrest respectively, looking pensive.
Dylan hoped he would finally get some answers. More specifically, he wanted to know what the sticky-come tasting fluid Ryker had fed him to sate his hunger actually was.
“Still feeling okay?” August asked, rising up from the couch and walking over to meet him halfway across the floor. He carded his fingers through Dylan’s wet hair and tucked him in under his arm.
“I feel normal,” Dylan said, letting August lead him over to the couch. They sat down, August pulling him close, and as he leaned his head against the side of August’s muscular chest, he let himself relax.
Ryker got up from his chair and moved over to the couch, taking up the space on his other side.
“So are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he asked, after a minute passed and neither werewolf said anything.
“Remember when you licked Steve’s come off his boot?” Ryker asked, his voice flat.
Dylan’s cock twitched, the memory still making him hot and bothered, but then he realized what Ryker was saying.
Fuck.
So that was what the come-like mixture had been. Steve’s load. Ryker must have realized why he had gotten withdrawals and collected Steve’s jizz on the way home from work.
Double fuck.
“So I’m addicted to three werewolves now,” Dylan said, trying not to let the thought of it overwhelm him. “How fun.”
At least they’d proved that he didn’t actually need to get it directly from the source. Come to go was just as effective.
“I’m sorry,” Ryker said, placing his hand on Dylan’s thigh and rubbing it gently. “I’m the one who told you to get down on your knees and lick his boot. I shouldn’t have involved him in our thing without talking to you first.”
Dylan sighed, putting his hand on top of Ryker’s and stroking his knuckles. It was comical how much bigger than his Ryker’s hand was.
“It’s not like I would have said no,” he said. Steve was a stunningly attractive man, and Dylan was not immune to his charms.
“Maybe not, but-”
“And we didn’t know about the omega thing at that point,” Dylan cut him off. “We had no reason to think any of this would happen.”
August growled. “He could have let us know from the start that he was off limits.”
Dylan waited for Ryker to defend Steve, but he didn’t. He sighed and nodded. “It would have been nice if we knew about his pack.”
Dylan swallowed, disappointed that Ryker was agreeing with August. It wasn’t like Steve had planned this. He’d been so happy to make friends. It wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t join their pack.
“So what happens now?” Dylan asked. “Are you going to tell Steve that you were right about why I was feeling so bad?”
“I already did,” Ryker said. “I sent him a text. He hasn’t replied.”
Dylan’s stomach sank. He bit his lip, wondering if Steve was upset that Dylan now depended on him.
What if he decided he didn’t want anything to do with him? Dylan chewed on the inside of his cheek, his worry multiplying.
“Calm down,” August said, hugging him closer and pushing his face into the side of his pec. He pushed his face into Dylan’s hair. “We’ll figure this out.”
