It just smelled like cotton.
He wondered what he smelled like to August and Ryker. They’d both said he smelled good, but the way they said it made it seem like something more than appreciating a good cologne or a nicely scented lotion.
Did he have good pheromones?
Despite not believing any of the articles about destiny and true mates, Dylan couldn’t help but daydream about what it would be like if August and Ryker were his mates. The idea of a relationship that was destined to work out – where everyone knew from the start that this story had a happy ending – was appealing.
Dylan rolled down on his stomach and buried his face in his pillow and let out a groan of frustration. He was doing it again. He’d had a one-night stand and he was getting attached.
He didn’t even know August or Ryker.
The two werewolves had bulldozed convention and fucked him senseless within minutes of meeting him, and they hadn’t exactly been gentle about it.
Dylan had enjoyed himself – ten out of ten, would do again as Ryker had said – but there had been a moment right after he’d regained consciousness when Ryker had choked him out that had been terrifying.
He’d loved it – Ryker mumbling soothing words as he fucked him out of unconsciousness had been like something from a dream – but Ryker hadn’t known he’d react like that.
Thinking about it rationally, Dylan should probably be upset. Choking – along with hair pulling and derogatory dirty talk – was something you discussed in advance.
He’d enjoyed everything August and Ryker had done so far, but what if they took things too far?
Dylan had limits.
Then again, Ryker had asked before biting him, and he’d given him a safe-word of sorts before fucking his throat.
Was choking not kinky enough to require explicit consent? That didn’t sound right. So why did Ryker ask permission before fucking or biting him, but not for that?
Dylan couldn’t make sense of it.
Rolling onto his back, he stared up at the stain on his ceiling and wondered what it was about him that made Ryker and August just assume that he liked it rough. They’d both acted like he was someone they’d met at a fetish club – taking it for granted that he’d be into playrooms, bondage, and sexy uniforms – and it wasweird.
Dylan had never thought of himself as being particularly kinky.
He hadn’t even known he liked rough sex until he’d been pinned down and fucked like an animal. It had caught him off guard, how much he enjoyed being dominated, but now that he’d experienced it, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to go back to the kind of sex he’d had before.
Not that there had been much sex before. His encounters had been few and far between, and none of them could be compared to what he’d experienced with August and Ryker.
He pictured Ryker in a police uniform – a blue one, with glossy knee-high boots, tight pants, and one of those helmets with the strap over the chin – and he had to admit that he wouldn’t say no if Ryker wanted to wear something like it the next time the man fucked him.
And there would be a next time, Dylan was sure. Ryker had left no doubt about that, a fact which had Dylan’s stomach tingling with butterflies and anticipation.
He wondered what it would feel like to wear handcuffs.
Thinking about Ryker in a police costume reminded Dylan about Steve. He wondered what kind of uniform he wore – Dylan had never paid enough attention to the cops in the city to remember what their uniforms looked like – and he wondered what he’d make of Ryker wanting to dress up in uniform.
He’d probably get a kick out of it.
Did Steve think that Dylan was kinky? He’d said he wanted to spank him, so Dylan thought maybe he did, which left him wondering if all werewolves were kinky and they just assumed the humans who liked them were, too.
Grabbing his bag, Dylan typed in the question:are werewolves kinky?
Seeing the results, he blushed and exited out of the browser. Rather than the informative results he’d expected, every result was porn.
Dylan didn’t know why the idea of werewolf porn was so embarrassing to him. It wasn’t like he’d never watched porn before – quite the contrary – and he’d had sex with two werewolves. Looking at werewolf porn shouldn’t be any more embarrassing than the regular stuff.
He opened his browser again, doing a search forkinky werewolf. He clicked on the first link, which seemed to be a video. After he’d closed all the pop-ups that appeared when he tried to hit play, the video finally loaded and Dylan rushed to turn down the volume.
He didn’t want his neighbors to know he watched porn – at least not right after he’d spent the evening getting pounded into the wall by a werewolf who didn’t seem to have any concept of keeping the noise down.
