Steve and Dylan were both in therapy, though it seemed that Steve was benefitting more than Dylan. They’d hired someone from New York with experience working with werewolves and – amazingly – omegas, and the weekly sessions seemed to be yielding results.
The therapist had corroborated their theory that Dylan was being shielded from the after effects of his experience with John by his mating bonds, but she also insisted that the underlying trauma was still there. It needed to be dealt with and not just repressed.
Dylan liked her, though from what August could tell he used the sessions more to figure out his status as an omega than he did to deal with any trauma.
Steve, on the other hand, was working through the loss of his father and all his feelings surrounding that. He was a mess after his sessions, and August had taken to making sure he scheduled them so that everyone was available to cuddle with him afterward.
There was nothing that helped calm an emotional werewolf better than a puppy pile.
“Do you want to sixty-nine before the others get here?” August asked, still kissing and licking over his mark on Dylan’s neck. He moved his hips, grinding his bulge up against Dylan’s body, and he was about to take hold of Dylan’s waist to spin him around so that they could get started sucking each other off when Dylan reared back and shook his head.
“No, I want to test the pills for a few more days. It’s only been five days.”
August slumped, leaning his head back and holding back a whine of disappointment.
They had been running their dehydrator almost every day since it was delivered, and they had built up an impressive collection of dried come-capsules.
This was the first time they had tested them, however. There was plenty of frozen sperm available in the freezer as well, in case the capsules didn’t work, but Dylan hadn’t reported any cravings or withdrawals while August, Ryker and Steve had been away.
It seemed the capsules were the solution to their problem.
“I want to go at least a week,” Dylan said, determined.
August nodded. He wasn’t going to be an asshole and pressure Dylan into abandoning the experiment. Besides, they really did need to know if it was a tenable long-term solution or just a stop gap measure.
“You should probably go two weeks, at least, if you want the most accurate results.”
Dylan looked at him like he’d just suggested shooting a puppy. Then he sighed and nodded with acceptance.
“You’re right. I need to know if it actually works long term.”
“We can still do other stuff,” August said, feeling a little ridiculous. Not being able to pump his omega full of come felt like a tragedy, but it wasn’t like sex with Dylan was off the table. They could come as much as they liked. They just couldn’t come in Dylan. “How about we tie you up after dinner and work you over with the sounding rods and some nice, big dildos?”
“Which dildos?” Dylan asked, suspicious and turned on.
“The purple ones,” August said. The purple ones were a set of intimidating dildos ranging in size from about the girth of Steve’s cock to thicker than a baseball bat. Once Dylan could take the biggest one, he’d be more than ready for double penetration. “And maybe the blue one that Steve got you.”
Dylan swallowed, looking turned on and intimidated in equal measure. He nodded. “That sounds like fun.”
August kissed him. “It’s a date.”
Dylan opened his mouth to speak, but he stayed quiet when August turned his head sharply at the sound of the elevator doors opening on the other side of the apartment. He followed August’s gaze.
“Are they home?”
August nodded. Dylan scrambled off his lap, fixing his shirt and brushing his hand through his hair while he checked out his reflection in the darkened TV.
A few seconds later, Ryker and Steve walked into the living room. They were both wearing comfortable jeans and t-shirts, and judging by the scent of come wafting off them, they’d had some fun renewing their mile-high club membership on the way home.
Dylan ran over to them, letting them wrap him up in a hug that left him absolutely crushed between them. August walked over at a more sedate pace.
“Hey, you,” Ryker said, stepping away from Dylan and walking over to August while Steve kept hugging their omega. Ryker pulled August in for a kiss. “We missed you up there. We had a bonfire and the kids made s’mores.”
August grinned into Ryker’s mouth. It never ceased to amuse him that the Northwestern pack – the pack with the worst reputation out of all the packs on the continent – were so soft when it came to the full moon.
They didn’t even hunt.
It was fun, in the way that things that were different could be fun once in a while, but August much preferred going into the woods and letting himself run truly wild.
