Dylan put down his cup and narrowed his eyes, but he was smiling. “It’s not presumptuous when you’ve literally asked me on a date.”
Steve sighed and exaggerated a pout. “I guess it’s not. So, what do you say? Will you ditch the old guys and go out with me?”
“No, sorry. Not while I’m dating August and Ryker.” Dylan laughed.
Steve sighed. “That’s too bad.”
Dylan looked at him with a strange expression, like he wasn’t sure whether or not Steve was kidding.
Steve wondered if maybe Dylan wasn’t the one who should be nicer to himself. It was only natural that people should want to date him. He was cute as fuck.
“Do you like them?”
Steve didn’t understand what Dylan was asking.
“Like who?”
Dylan licked his lips. “August and Ryker?”
Steve scoffed, the question absurd. The sudden memory of his earlier jack-off session had his face feeling hot. He shook his head and tried not to think about the fact that he’d jerked off to fantasies that involved the two alphas.
“No, of course not. They’re assholes.” Remembering who he was talking to, he quickly tacked on, “No offense.”
Dylan chuckled. “None taken.” He tilted his head and gave Steve a long look. “Ryker likes you. He said he wants you to join them on the next full moon.”
Steve couldn’t explain the sudden feeling in his stomach. It was hot and excited, riling his wolf, and for a second it was all he could do not to get up andrun.
If he’d had a tail, it would be wagging.
“What?” Steve forced himself to sound disbelieving. Dylan was a human, and he must have misunderstood what Ryker had said. The prissy asshole had probably meant that he and August were going to gang up on Steve again and beat him up and throw him in the river on the next full moon.
“I think they want to be friends with you.”
The statement was absurd. Werewolf alphas did not make friends with other alphas who weren’t part of their packs. That just wasn’t how they worked.
The idea that Ryker could be thinking of inviting Steve into his little pack was something Steve didn’t let himself think about.
His father would never allow it.
“I ran into August a few hours ago and he kicked my ass, so I sincerely doubt that.” Steve didn’t let any of his weirdly conflicted feelings show in his voice. “You must have misunderstood.”
Dylan sat up, leaning forward and looking worried. “He did? Are you okay? Is August okay? Why would he do that?”
Steve held up his hand, amused and touched by Dylan’s concern.
“I started it. He was bragging about how many times he’s knotted you and I got jealous and lost my temper. We’re both fine. He put me on the ground and then I walked away. It’s no big deal.”
Dylan’s face went red, and Steve suppressed a smirk. He might have lost the fight, but he could still expose August’s asshole behavior. Dylan did not seem like the kind of guy who would appreciate people bragging about how many times they’d fucked him.
“It wasn't that many times,” Dylan mumbled, grabbing his coffee and staring into the cup. His blush, rather than fade, was getting redder.
“If you were dating me, I wouldn’t be going around bragging about how many times I’d knotted you.” Steve leaned forward, closing his feet in so that his boots touched Dylan’s sneakers. “I would be a gentleman.”
Dylan laughed, looking a little less embarrassed. He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
Steve grimaced, thinking about it. If his and August’s positions were reversed, he’d probably be bragging, too.
“I wouldn’t be an asshole about it.”
