“Did you think August was kidding?”
Dylan frowned, not answering the question. He licked his lips and swallowed.
“So do you have handcuffs and stuff, too?”
Ryker couldn’t help his wolfish grin.
“Emphasis onstuff.” He leaned down and kissed Dylan’s forehead. “You’re going to love our playroom.”
Dylan spluttered and Ryker laughed. He climbed off the bed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“We can discuss all that later. It’s okay if you’re not as experienced as you said you were. We can find out what you actually like together.”
Dylan looked too stunned to speak.
“Are you okay?”
Dylan let out a hysterical little laugh and then took a deep breath and rubbed his nose. “I’m great. I’m just processing. I didn’t expect you to start talking about… stuff like that.”
“But you like it?”
Blushing and refusing to meet his eyes, Dylan nodded.
“Good. That’s all that matters.” Ryker looked at his watch. “I should get going. August will be home by now and he doesn’t know where I am.”
“Oh, okay.” Dylan sounded disappointed.
“You could come back and stay the night with us?”
Ryker knew that August would be thrilled if he brought Dylan home with him, even if the boy was too worn out to be fucked.
Dylan looked tempted, but he shook his head.
“No, I have stuff to do tonight and an early class.” He bit his lip. “Maybe another time?”
“Of course, no worries.” Ryker leaned down for a kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you on Wednesday. What time do you want us to pick you up?”
“Seven?”
“Seven it is.” Ryker walked to the door. “Thank you for tonight. You were fantastic.”
Dylan blushed and mumbled, “You too.”
Shooting him one more grin, Ryker exited the apartment and closed the door behind him. He walked back down to the lobby, pushing open the door to the street and taking off on a jog.
He couldn’t wait to tell August all about how much fun he’d had.
5
DYLAN
Despite what he’d told Ryker, Dylan didn’t actually do anything productive with the rest of his evening. After the werewolf had left, he sat on his bed in his soiled sheets with his laptop and surfed the internet, reading articles and reddit posts on werewolves and werewolf behavior.
Most of it seemed like it was bullshit.
For example, several tabloids claimed that werewolves could find their true mates through scent. Dylan didn’t doubt that werewolves had a stronger reaction to pheromones than humans – that seemed to be pretty well established in the more serious articles – but biological attraction was a far cry from something fated by the universe.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, Dylan lifted the soft cotton to his nose and gave it a sniff.
