It seemed to go on forever. Rope after rope of come shot out of Steve’s cock, his thick shaft throbbing with each release, the scent of sex in the air so thick that Steve felt like he was about to choke on it.
When he was done coming, his cock sore and his balls feeling nicely empty, Steve leaned a hand against the wall and tried to grapple with the fact that he’d just jerked off to thoughts about two alphas.
He decided never to think of it again. It was like watching porn. Just because he’d pictured Dylan getting fucked by someone else, that didn’t mean he liked them. Dylan was the focus of the fantasy, while August and Ryker’s appearance could be chalked up to their recent confrontations.
It meant nothing.
Grabbing the showerhead, Steve sprayed the wall clean of come and picked up the soap. When he’d finished washing his body, he rinsed off and turned off the shower.
There was so much steam filling the small bathroom that Steve couldn’t even see the mirror
Heading into the bedroom, dripping water all over the floor, Steve dried off and put on a comfortable pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. The bedroom was freezing compared to the steamy bathroom, the chilly hardwood floor freezing his feet, and so he put on a pair of thick woolen socks to keep his toes nice and toasty.
He wandered into the living room, grabbing a miniature sewing kit he’d picked up in a hotel amenity kit and his ripped compression shirt on the way, and took a seat on the couch.
It couldn’t be that hard to fix a small tear in a simple shirt.
Thirty minutes later, Steve had used up all the black thread in his hotel sewing kit. He looked down at the mended tear in his shirt, frowning at the thick seam and the way that the fabric seemed to bunch up around it.
When his younger brother mended his clothes, it didn’t look anything like this. Steve might have overestimated his abilities just a little. He stripped off his t-shirt and pulled on the mended compression shirt, jumping off the couch and heading to the hallway to check out the fix in the mirror.
He angled his body toward the mirror, studying his reflection. The fix was good enough, he decided. The stitches weren’t as neat as they could have been, and the thread was a little itchy, but it wasn’t a terrible job.
Happy with his efforts, Steve took the shirt off and added it to the laundry basket in the bedroom to be cleaned later.
Going back into the living room and putting his clean shirt back on, Steve sat down on the couch and drummed his fingers on the armrest.
He didn’t really know what to do with himself. He’d originally planned to go for a long run and then head to the gym, his usual go-to when he was bored, but his confrontation with August had killed his mood for working out.
If he was back home, Steve would have called up one of his friends or siblings and hung out with them. They’d go skiing, fishing, or just hang out at someone’s house and do nothing. There were many nights he’d ended up in a puppy pile ten people deep, falling asleep with his pack around him and feeling like everything was right with the world.
Steve missed them. He missed his siblings, and his friends, and even his dad – despite the fact that he’d basically kicked him out of the pack.
Rubbing his face, feeling himself starting to get maudlin, Steve tried to think of something to do to take his mind off the fact that he was all alone and that his most significant social interactions lately were with a pair of douchebag alphas who acted like they owned everything.
It wouldn’t be so bad going home, Steve thought. His fight with his dad had been bad, but if he gave in and took on the role his father wanted him to take, he’d be allowed home in a heartbeat.
Steve’s dad was the alpha of their pack, and he expected all his kids to fold themselves neatly into the pack hierarchy.
For Steve’s older brother Marcus, it was easy. He was the kind of alpha destined to lead, and everyone knew that one day he’d be taking over the pack. He’d have to fight their dad to do it – to prove that his wolf was ready to be pack alpha – but no one doubted that as Marcus got stronger and their dad got older that he’d be able to take him.
Steve’s younger brother William, on the other hand, was not an alpha. He gave his submission eagerly and without any qualms, slotting into the pack without ever feeling like he didn’t fit in.
Steve did not have it so easy. Despite being an alpha, he wasn’t nearly as dominant as Marcus or their dad. There was no question of him ever trying to be pack alpha, or even a deputy of one of their territories, but he was still expected to fall into line and help his brother’s run the pack.
His dad had believed that the reason Steve got his bachelor in criminal justice was so that he’d be prepared for the job. When he’d realized that Steve had no intention of being his brother’s assistant – that he wanted to work in human law enforcement – he’d told him to either fall in line or get out.
Angry, Steve had gotten on a flight and done just that. He’d stayed at a hotel until he found his apartment, applied for a job at the police department, and started making a life for himself. The fact that it was a sad lonely life where he didn’t have any friends or people to run with on the full moon was something he didn’t like thinking about.
It would get better, eventually. Steve would get used to living on his own, and maybe with time his dad would be okay with him coming to visit.
Marcus hadn’t held it against him that he didn’t want to be his glorified assistant. He’d always known that Steve wanted to make his own way, and he was okay with that.
Feeling shitty, Steve chastised himself for wallowing. Nothing good would come of it.
With a burst of determination, Steve rose from the couch and walked into the hallway. He put on his boots and jacket, grabbed his keys, riding gloves, and helmet, and walked outside to his bike.
A nice ride on his motorcycle would cheer him up.
