Ryker spit into his palm and took Dylan’s cock between his fingers. He jerked him off slowly, using his thumb to rub over the sensitive gland of his cockhead and down the vein running along the underside of his shaft.
He loved how he could fit Dylan’s whole cock in his fist.
After about forty seconds, Dylan’s muscles tensed with his impending orgasm. Grinning, Ryker let go of his cock, which resulted in a series of angry wriggles that had both him and August laughing.
Dylan clenched his fists, squeezing down on Ryker’s knot with hard clenches like he was trying to get revenge.
“Okay, okay, don’t get all worked up,” Ryker said, taking Dylan’s cock between his fingertips. He twirled the head of Dylan’s cock between them like he was trying to start a fire.
Dylan jerked, his abs clenching as he shot his load. The first spurt shot up and landed on Dylan’s stomach, but the rest dribbled out and coated Ryker’s fingers in a sticky layer of come.
Ryker kept rubbing the head of Dylan’s cock between his fingers, laughing when Dylan tried to kick his legs and bat his hand away.
He was no match for two werewolves.
August lifted his weight off Dylan’s face, letting him breathe just as Ryker stopped torturing his sensitive cockhead. August scooted back, sitting down and once again stretching his legs out on either side of Dylan’s body.
“You are such an asshole,” Dylan whined the second he’d caught his breath. He rested his forehead against August’s inner thigh, August’s half-hard cock draped over the back of his head.
Ryker’s knot was starting to deflate, come leaking out of Dylan’s hole and coating the sheets beneath them.
“I know,” Ryker said, tugging his knot out of Dylan’s hole. The sudden stretch of his rim made Dylan cry out and wince in discomfort. “But you love it, don’t you?”
Looking anything but unhappy, Dylan rolled his eyes and nodded.
“Good.” Ryker leaned down and kissed him and then pressed a kiss into August’s inner thigh as well. “Because all we want is for you to be happy with us.”
“Happy and full of come,” August agreed, ruining the moment but making Dylan laugh.
“I was being heartfelt,” Ryker complained, lying down and joining Dylan between August’s legs. He grabbed Dylan, rolling him on top of his chest and hugging him tight. He stared up at August, looking past his massive cock and taking in the impressive line of his jaw.
“Take a nap, okay?” August said, leaning over and grabbing the sheets. He draped them over him and Dylan, tucking them in. “You need some rest. I’ll keep watch and wake you if anything happens.”
August was right that Ryker needed some rest if he was going to be at his best, and there was nowhere Ryker would feel safer when he was in enemy territory than with his mate. He closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep.
“Am I supposed to just lie here, too?” Dylan asked, squirming and making Ryker squeeze his arms tighter.
“Yes,” August and Ryker both answered at the same time.
41
STEVE
After landing in Fairbanks, Steve and William left Ryker and August and headed toward the pack compound to meet up with their older brother.
When Steve saw Marcus, he froze in shock. There was a huge wound running down the right side of his brother’s face, starting at his forehead and going right down and under his jaw, the edges of which looked raw and inflamed.
His face must have been torn open to the bone.
“It’s not that bad, is it?” Marcus said, smiling at them. He walked forward, enveloping them both into a wide hug.
They were in Marcus’s private apartment in the main house, and Steve now understood why he hadn’t been there to meet them at the airport.
“You look likeScar!” William cried, pulling away and looking distraught. “What happened?”
Marcus shrugged, wincing as the movement tugged on an unseen wound on his shoulder.
“Dad got a little carried away when we were discussing some of the arrangement for the annexing of the new territory, but it’s all sorted now. I’ll be healed by the morning.”
