“Your real ones?”
Dylan didn’t understand why he would have given fake contact information, but he nodded anyway.
“Good.” Dr. Schaffer grabbed him by the front of his jacket and reeled him in for another kiss. “I’m looking forward to it.”
He pulled back, and Dylan had to take a second to catch his breath. He licked his lips and stepped back.
“I’ll see you on Wednesday,” Dr. Schaffer said, and Dylan took that as his cue to leave. He nodded, shell-shocked but happy, and walked out of the room.
Grabbing his backpack and leaving the building, every step reminding him of the werewolf-sized cock that had fucked him open, Dylan made his way back to the subway and walked home in a daze.
2
AUGUST
As soon as August stepped out of the elevator, Ryker’s voice called out mockingly from the living room over the sound of the TV.
“How was the catfish?”
August grinned, his knot still tingling from the aftershocks of plugging up the best and tightest little ass he’d ever fucked. He looked forward to seeing his mate’s face when he caught a whiff of him.
Ryker was going to be cursing himself for years for missing out on Dylan experiencing his first knot.
It would be the first of many, August was sure. Dylan was perfect – so much better than their interactions online had led him to believe – and August was already picturing a future where he and Ryker shared the delectable human between them.
It would be fantastic.
Energized and happy, August put away his coat, toed off his shoes, and made his way to the living room.
“What do you call it when it’s the opposite of a catfish?” he asked, walking between Ryker and the TV. He looked down at his mate – crossing his arms and squaring his stance – and smirked.
Ryker was dressed like he’d just come from the gym, hair still wet from the shower and his muscles pumped, and judging by the bulge in his sweats he’d been playing with himself in anticipation of easing August’s disappointment.
Ryker turned off the TV and took a breath, nostrils flaring as he breathed in August’s scent. His expression turned intent, like a hunter catching the whiff of prey, his eyes darkening. He leaned forward and took another sniff.
“What is that?” he asked, standing up and crowding right into August’s space. He grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close, pushing his face down into August’s neck and inhaling loudly.
Being taller than him, Ryker had to bend his neck to reach August’s throat. He huffed and sniffed Dylan’s scent where it lingered on August’s body.
August looked down at his mate’s silky blond hair in amusement, pushing his nose into the soft locks.
Not satisfied with smelling August’s throat, Ryker sank to his knees, nosing his way down August’s body until he reached his bulge. He pushed his face into August’s cock and let out a rumbling sound that made August crow with satisfaction.
He’d known that Dylan would smell good to Ryker as well. They always liked the same people.
Ryker shot to his feet, grabbing August by his shirt and pushing him down on the couch. August let himself fall back, legs spread wide as Ryker aggressively straddled his lap and licked a stripe up his throat.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
He sounded furious.
“You said you were busy tonight,” August teased, letting Ryker lick his throat and rut against him.
“I thought he was a catfish,” Ryker snarled. He pushed August down to his back, forcing him to lift his feet onto the couch or have his torso twisted at a weird angle, and ground his hips down on August’s thigh like an overeager puppy.
August hadn’t seen him this worked up in years.
When Ryker’s teeth started getting a little too sharp, August grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up for a kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance before the usual truce was established.
