“If you’d like-”
“Can I-”
August and Steve both spoke at the same time. They blushed and then both stayed silent as they waited for the other person to speak.
Ryker watched them from the armchair across from the coffee table, freshly showered and balancing a plate on his thigh, grinning at them like they were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. “Steve, August really wants to claim you. Is that okay with you?”
August shot him an annoyed look. He didn’t need help claiming their new mate. He could do it just fine on his own.
“I’d like that,” Steve said, his earnest eagerness making August forget all about being annoyed. The younger alpha looked at him, all puppy-eyed enthusiasm, and August felt himself melt.
It was infuriating how adorable Steve was considering the fact that he was both taller and more muscular than him. He shouldn’t get to be both buffandcute.
“Where do you want it?” August asked, closing the distance between them. He leaned in and kissed Steve’s neck, rubbing his chin against his shoulder and placing his mouth right next to Ryker’s bite. “Here?” He moved lower, licking across Steve’s collar bone and up to his Adam’s apple, mouthing his way up to the underside of his jaw. “Or here?”
“There is good,” Steve said, his voice breathless. “Anywhere you want.”
August sucked a patch of Steve’s skin between his teeth. He worked on it for a while, licking and kissing the sensitive skin, and when Steve started to whine in complaint, he let his canines extend and bit down.
Steve moaned, his body jerking and then slumping in pleasure as August’s claim took hold. August could feel Steve’s wolf making contact with his own, testing the bond and then vibrating with satisfaction at what it found.
“Your turn,” August said, pulling away and placing a kiss on his claiming bite. He sat back down and bared his neck, resting his hand over his crotch and massaging his half hard cock as he waited for Steve to gather his wits and claim him back.
Steve washis. It was a heady feeling.
Steve didn’t waste any time. He straddled August’s lap, looming over him, and bit down on his neck.
Sparks shot down August’s spine. His whole body was suffused with a tingling warmth, his toes curling against the floor as he arched his back in pleasure.
Steve moaned into his neck, the sound making the teeth embedded in August’s flesh vibrate as the bond snapped into place between them. He rutted against August’s front with lazy little thrusts of his hips, the noises coming out of his chest almost sounding like purring.
August felt his wolf stretch across the newly formed bond, testing it and finding it acceptable.
“Mine,” Steve mumbled, letting go after a solid minute of keeping his teeth in August’s neck. He sounded drunk.
“Yours,” August agreed. He stroked Steve’s side, making the muscle twitch under his fingertips.
They sat for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes and basking in the glow of their bond, enjoying the moment.
“My turn,” Ryker suddenly growled, impatient. He put his plate down on the coffee table and sat up straight, patting his thigh in a clear gesture for Steve to get his ass in gear.
“Fuck yeah,” Steve said, launching himself over the coffee table with an eager grin and pushing himself to stand between Ryker’s legs. He held still as Ryker looked up at him, practically vibrating out of his skin, and when Ryker tilted his head to the side, the invitation clear, he bent down and sank his teeth into his neck with the speed of a viper.
“So much biting,” Dylan mumbled, the almost judgmental tone of his voice making August laugh in surprise.
He’d almost forgotten Dylan was there. The boy sat on the far side of the couch, hands in his lap, and he was staring at Steve latching onto Ryker’s neck with a complicated expression on his face.
It must seem very strange to a human, August thought. Dylan obviously felt something in his claiming bites – the way he reacted when they touched them was proof enough of that – but he didn’t feel what August or another werewolf would feel. There was no wolf inside of him to complete his end of the bond, which as he examined his new mating bond with Steve, struck August as being quite sad.
“You’re next,” August said, stretching his arm across the couch to where Dylan was sitting and dragged him toward himself. He tucked him under his arm. “Think you could handle taking his knot and letting him claim you, too?”
“Now?” Dylan asked, his eyebrows scrunching together.
August nodded and Dylan looked at him like he’d suggested snorkeling with great white sharks.
“No, absolutely not,” Dylan said, his voice firm. “I need more numbing cream, not Steve’s knot.”
“I can wait,” Steve said, letting go of Ryker’s neck and sinking down to the floor between his feet, turning so that he was facing the couch and resting his cheek against Ryker’s inner thigh. He used his foot to kick the coffee table out of the way, making eye-contact with Dylan. “There’s no rush. I want our first time together to beamazing.”
