“Is that true?” he asked, halfway to a growl. He leaned on Dylan, resting his weight on the boy’s thigh as he nuzzled his throat.
Dylan was breathing fast, his chest rising and falling with rapid speed.
“You can give me one like August did,” Dylan said, which sounded like a conditional sort of consent.
Ryker didn’t care. August’s mark was more suction than bite, but the end result was what mattered. Ryker wanted to leave a bruise.
“That’s a good boy,” Ryker rumbled, rubbing his nose down the side of Dylan’s neck, trying to decide where he wanted to bite him. His wolf was rumbling in his chest, and Ryker had a hard time keeping his claws and teeth from sharpening as he picked out the perfect place for Dylan to wear his mark.
“Not too hard,” Dylan panted, his breaths coming fast like he was running a sprint. He grabbed Ryker’s arm, clutching his shirt as he waited to be mauled.
Rather than answer, Ryker put his mouth over the junction between Dylan’s neck and shoulder and bit down as gently as he could. Skin between his teeth, Ryker shuddered as he sucked and lavished the flesh of Dylan’s neck with his tongue.
Judging by Dylan’s hiss, he wasn’t being as gentle as he’d intended. He released his bite, licking over the area he’d put his teeth in apology.
Lifting his head, Ryker studied his work. There was an oval splotch of red at the base of Dylan’s neck, right at the collar of his shirt, and Ryker’s teeth had left a perfect oval of white imprints, a few of which were bleeding.
Ryker wiped his thumb over the spit-slick skin, his balls feeling full and heavy as he watched Dylan tremble at his touch.
“That’s better,” Ryker rumbled, rather than apologize for biting too hard.
“And you call me an animal,” August said from the front, watching them in the rear-view mirror.
Ryker sat back down, slouching back in his seat with the satisfaction of a job well done. He reached over and tousled Dylan’s hair, cupping the back of his neck and pressing the tip of his finger down on the indent of his teeth.
“Did you like that?” he asked, scratching behind Dylan’s ears.
Dylan swallowed and took a deep breath, his hands resting suspiciously close to his bulge. He glanced over at Ryker and nodded.
“You bit me.” The words were halfway between a question and an accusation. He reached up and touched his throat, tracing the area where his skin had changed color.
“Just a little,” Ryker agreed, sliding his hand up and giving his hair a tug. “Maybe next time you’ll let me bite you for real.”
He caught August’s gaze in the mirror, seeing his own want reflected there. There was a big difference between giving someone a bruise and claiming them with a real claiming bite, but they could both tell that that was where they were headed.
They’d get to know Dylan first, of course, and they’d wine and dine him properly, but there was something about him that just fit.
Ryker’s grandmother would have said that they’d found their mate, and Ryker was starting to believe that maybe she hadn’t been as naively superstitious as he’d thought. He didn’t believe that Dylan was destined for them, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t put in the effort and make it work.
August shifted his gaze back to the road, and Ryker closed his eyes. He kept his hand on Dylan’s neck, resting it there, enjoying the way his skin prickled beneath his palm.
It didn’t take them long to reach the apartment. August pulled into the parking garage under their building, and when Dylan climbed out of the SUV, Ryker was there to scoop him up and carry him.
This time he tossed him over his shoulder, smacking his ass and groping it before pressing down on his thighs to secure him in place. Dylan dangled over his shoulder, looking down at his ass, and Ryker could feel his hard little cock digging into his collarbone.
They took the elevator up to the penthouse, and as Ryker carried his hostage into the apartment, Dylan gasped.
“You have an elevator that opens right into your apartment?” He lifted his head, wriggling as he tried to look around. “How rich are you guys?”
August snorted. “Rich enough. Ryker joined his company back when they were a startup and got paid in shares. It sucked back then, but it paid off big time.”
Ryker grinned, stroking Dylan’s ass. He’d been lucky with his stock, and he’d been lucky with when he sold his stock and diversified his portfolio. He and August now led a very comfortable life.
“Do you want a tour?” Ryker kept Dylan tossed over his shoulder.
“Sure,” Dylan said, still moving and looking around as Ryker carried him to the living room.
“So this is where we have our living room and dining room.” He turned around so that Dylan could see the sofa area and get a look out the floor to ceiling windows. “And through there is the kitchen.”
