47
AUGUST
August stepped out of the shower and reached for one of the fluffy towels on the rack next to the door, his half-hard cock dangling between his thighs, still sensitive after the fantastic blowjob Dylan had given him.
He dried off, borrowing Steve’s deodorant and some of his product for his hair, and got dressed.
He had a lot on his mind.
After watching Ryker restrain himself and let Dylan worship his cock and balls as he pleased, August had been curious and turned on. When it was his turn to have Dylan’s mouth on him, he’d forced himself to keep his hands by his sides and let Dylan do as he pleased.
August hadn’t realized how much Dylan loved cock. He knew that the boy liked his member, but the sheer joy he’d gotten from being able to lick, smell and touch it unimpeded was a revelation.
He wasn’t going to stop pinning Dylan’s head to the mattress and fucking his throat when they had sex, which Dylan also seemed to enjoy, but he decided that he’d switch it up occasionally and let Dylan worship him.
“Hey, I found you a snow-suit, if you want it,” Steve said, waiting for him in the hallway after August exited the bathroom. He held the padded suit out. “The sun will set soon and it’s going to get really cold.”
“Thanks.” August took the suit. It was waterproof, the outside having a waxy feel, and padded with a thick layer of insulating down feathers.
“I say I found it for you, but actually William was the one who found it,” Steve admitted. “He also found you some boots and gloves. They’re in the living room. Are you ready?”
August was the last person to shower, and he’d had to hurry. They were leaving for the pack run in less than half an hour.
“I’m ready,” August said.
“You should dry your hair,” Steve said, frowning at his damp hair. “You don’t want it to be wet when we go outside. I can help you.”
“Thank you,” August said, stepping back into the bathroom. He kept the door open to allow the steam still lingering in the air to escape. “I’m all yours.”
August’s mating bite tingled as he watched Steve bite his lip and methodically work the blow dryer over each section of his hair.
It wasn’t that many full moons ago that he and Ryker had caught Steve trespassing on their territory and thrown him into the icy waters of the river to teach him a lesson, and now the young alpha was their mate.
“Are you feeling better?” August asked, meeting Steve’s eyes in the mirror.
“I think so.” Steve ran his fingers through August’s hair, lifting it up to dry the wet sections remaining underneath. He turned his attention to the back of August’s head. “I found out my parents had an omega when I was little.”
“Really?”
August hadn’t heard any hint of a rumor that the Alaska pack alpha had ever had an omega, but given how insular they could be, that wasn’t really all that surprising.
Steve kept his gaze on August’s hair as he added, “It ended badly.”
August got a bad feeling in his stomach.
“Badly how?”
“My mom says that my dad was trying to train him to be more obedient by making him go into withdrawals and that he killed himself, but she’s not exactly a reliable source.” Steve’s face was an expressionless mask, but August could tell he was upset. “I want to talk to Marcus and see what he says.”
August felt queasy. Using an omega’s addiction against them was a betrayal of your duty as an alpha, and letting it get so bad that the omega ended their own life was sick.
He hoped that Steve’s father hadn’t really done something so horrible.
“Talking to Marcus seems like a good idea,” August agreed.
“At least we’ll never do anything like that to Dylan,” Steve said, turning off the hair dryer and putting it away. He spoke the words like he was making a promise.
“Of course not,” August said. He turned around and grabbed Steve’s shoulder. “We would never.”
