Then again, if he’d gone for August’s leg, August could have snapped his arm in half and left him in much worse shape than he had. A few scrapes on his knees and a tear in his compression shirt wasn’t too bad for going up against an older and more experienced alpha. Especially one who, though Steve was loath to admit it, was more dominant than him.
Cutting his jog short, Steve detoured from his usual route and headed back to his apartment.
When he got home, Steve kicked off his shoes and locked the door, a feeling of safety and security coming over him. The apartment wasn’t the greatest werewolf den – the walls were too thin and there were too many neighbors – but it washis.
The apartment was also a sign from his father that, when he’d finished up his rebellion, he would be welcome back home to his pack.
Steve never would have been able to afford a one-bedroom apartment in the city center on a rookie cop’s salary. He’d been surprised, when he’d first moved to the city, to see that he still had access to his trust fund.
The conspicuously unchanged account was the only sign from his father that he wasn’t excommunicated.
Though Steve didn’t like the fact that he was still dependent on his pack, he couldn’t deny that it helped his inner wolf feel at peace. He didn’t want to go home, at least not yet, but it was nice to know he could if he wanted to.
Crossing through his living room, Steve made his way to the bathroom and stripped off his tight compression gear. He put his shirt aside to be mended later and turned on the shower, adjusting the dial to make the water a little hotter than his usual preference, and stepped back while he waited for the water to get hot.
While he waited, Steve finished getting naked. He pushed his jockstrap down over his meaty thighs and kicked it loose, bending down to grab the cup out of the pouch and give it a quick rinse before setting the cup aside to dry next to the sink.
Steve used a cup in his jockstrap to keep his dick from showing through his tights when he worked out and went jogging. It wasn’t something he’d felt the need for back home, but it had taken just one jog after he’d moved before he went and bought one.
People in the citystared.
Even though it was necessary, Steve hated the way the cup felt. His cock and balls got all smushed, the cramped cup hot and uncomfortably sweaty, and even though the actual shape of his cock wasn’t visible, people still looked at his crotch.
It was the same when he wore his uniform. Unless he used a cup in his underwear, the shape of his dick was clearly visible, and that was not something his superiors would approve of.
On the whole, it was a very unsatisfactory situation.
Putting his hand under the spray, Steve tested the water to make sure it was warm before stepping into the shower.
He let out a shuddering breath, a feeling of bliss spreading through his body. Hot water pounded down on his back, massaging between his shoulder blades, while steam filled the air and turned his breath moist.
Steve closed his eyes, ducking his chin and letting the water run over the back of his head, standing still and letting himself enjoy the heat and pressure.
He moved back and forth, letting the water massage his back, groaning when it hit the tight muscle at the top of his neck.
As he stood there, steam clouding the air in front of him, Steve couldn’t stop thinking about his encounter with August.
The asshole had knotted Dylan three times in the last week.
The thought lingered at the forefront of Steve’s mind, intrusive and unwelcome anddisgustinglyhot.
He couldn’t help but picture it. August, with his fancy hair and cocky attitude, pounding his massive cock into Dylan’s hole, plugging him tight and filling him up with his fat knot. They’d both be sweating and moaning, Dylan’s breath stuttering from the incredible stretch, while August would smirk in that obnoxious way of his, telling Dylan to be a good boy and take it.
Ryker would be there, too, Steve imagined, maybe straddling Dylan’s face and letting him lick his balls.
He seemed like the kind of guy who’d want his balls licked.
Before he knew what he was doing, Steve’s hand was around his cock, pumping his hard shaft as he fantasized about his two least favorite alphas railing his most favorite human.
The images kept playing out in his head. He pictured Ryker and August manhandling Dylan, tossing him back and forth to be knotted and spanked, smacking him with their dicks and making him lick their taints and muscles.
No matter how much Steve tried to shift the fantasy to where it washimhaving his way with Dylan, Ryker and August kept popping up next to him, taking over the fantasy like the assholes they were.
Steve shot his load to the mental picture of himself balls deep in Dylan’s ass, August standing next to him and smiling that irritatingly cocky smirk of his, Ryker with his back turned and fucking Dylan’s face.
It was the most intense orgasm of his life.
Steve blasted the shower wall with come, his balls pulling tight and his gut clenching as his load hit the white tile with an audible splat, the creamy blobs dripping down to the floor where they mixed with the water from the shower and disappeared down the drain.
