“It’s fast acting,” August said, adding more numbing cream to his fingers and then gently inserting them into Dylan’s hole. “Is that okay?”
Dylan grit his teeth as August fingered his ass, forcing his tender rim to stretch, but within just a few seconds the pain faded and Dylan slumped in relief.
August withdrew his fingers and crawled off the bed, going to the bathroom and washing his hands.
“What do you mean I don’t need antiseptics?” Dylan asked, August’s comment from earlier just registering. Without the dull throb in his ass, he felt so much better.
“We don’t have healing come,” Ryker said, stroking his hair. “But it’s pretty close. Humans who have regular sex with werewolves don’t tend to get infections – or sick at all, really – and they heal from damage a lot quicker than they normally would.”
Dylan licked his lips, taking in this new information. It was nice that the substance he was addicted to had positive attributes as well, and when he considered his recent sexual history, the information tracked. He tended to be sore the morning and day after having sex with August and Ryker, but his ass always bounced back much faster than he’d expected.
“Any other magic werewolf things I should know?” Dylan asked, curious. Before Ryker or August could answer, he pushed himself up so that he was sitting on Ryker’s thighs and looked down at the alpha. “Can you change more than your teeth and your nails?” he asked, realizing that if Steve’s father and brother could shift into nine-foot-tall scary monsters, then maybe August and Ryker could, too. “Like your whole body?”
“You mean my alpha shift?” Ryker asked. He glanced at August, as though wondering where Dylan had learned about it.
“Is that where you grow two feet taller and get all hairy?” Dylan asked.
Ryker lifted his brow. “It’s more like a foot and a half, and I don’t getthathairy, but yes. Why? Did you see someone in their alpha shift?” He sounded worried.
Dylan nodded. “Steve’s dad and his brother. They both shifted and had a fight.”
Ryker and August looked at each other, brows furrowed and lips pinched.
“That must have been scary,” August said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and putting his hand on Dylan’s back. He rubbed up and down. “Were you okay?”
“I was fine,” Dylan said, leaning into the touch. “Can you show me?”
“Show you what?” Ryker asked. He reached up and put his hand on Dylan’s thigh.
“Your alpha shift.”
Dylan was nervous, but he wanted to know every part of Ryker and August, including the scary werewolf ones.
“Not right now. We need to conserve our energy,” Ryker said. He then sat up, holding Dylan’s arm so that the movement wouldn’t topple him, and pulled him forward to settle him on his lap so that they were chest to chest. “We’ll show you when we get home, okay?”
Dylan was disappointed, but he understood.
“Will you be in your alpha shift when you fight the other alphas in Steve’s pack?” He reached out and traced his fingers along the top of Ryker’s abs. The muscle twitched and Dylan jerked his finger back in surprise.
“Most likely,” Ryker said. He grinned down at Dylan’s hand. “But you won’t have to watch that.”
“Can I?” Dylan asked. He looked up through his lashes. “If I want to?”
Ryker frowned, moving Dylan’s head back so that he could look down at his face. His expression was serious.
“Do you want to?”
Dylan nodded. He hadn’t decided until right at that moment, but when the question was put to him, he didn’t have to think about the answer.
“I’m not sure. It depends on John Miller and how he does things.” Ryker held Dylan’s jaw, rubbing his thumb over his chin. “Are you sure you want to watch? From a human’s perspective it will look pretty brutal.”
Dylan didn’t want to shy away from the werewolf part of his new partners. If he got in the habit of doing that now, it might cause trouble down the line. He needed to keep his eyes open and not hide from the realities of his new life.
“I do.”
Ryker grinned. “Then whether you watch or not is up to you – and John.”
He leaned down and kissed him.
