“I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me and collect on that blowjob I promised you?”
August jumped off the bed with a grin, practically tackling Ryker back and pushing him into the shower. They both laughed, and Ryker grabbed August’s neck to pull him in for a kiss.
“August?”
“Yes?” August nipped at the corner of Ryker’s jaw, leaning against him and pushing him up against the shower wall.
Ryker pushed him back and gave him a quick kiss.
“If we’re going to shower, we should probably take our clothes off.”
13
DYLAN
It had been almost a week since Dylan had seen August and Ryker, and the flurry of days they’d spent together was beginning to feel more and more like a distant fever dream. Everything had been so intense – like the world had shifted into vivid technicolor the second August and Ryker burst into his life – and now that he was back to his old routine of lectures, lab and hanging out with his friends, everything seemed drab and boring in comparison.
It was a bizarre feeling.
If someone had told him three weeks ago that he’d be frustrated to go a week without sex, Dylan would have pointed to his excruciatingly long dry spell and laughed. But that was then. Now, he wanted to get fucked. He wanted August and Ryker to sandwich him between them and stuff him so full of cock that he wouldn’t be able to walk right for a week.
Dylan couldn’t close his eyes without picturing a massive werewolf cock, the shaft veiny and the slit dripping with pre-come. He wanted it like a physical need, like a hollow feeling in his stomach, the craving unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
The strength of his yearning was honestly concerning.
“Okay, what is going on with you?”
Annie’s voice jerked Dylan out of his longing for August and Ryker’s massive cocks. He wiped his chin – horrified to realize he’d been drooling – and put down his menu. He grinned, doing his best to pretend that he hadn’t just been acting like a horned-up lunatic.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about what to order.” He glanced down, picking the first thing he saw. “I think I’m going to get the tacos.”
He and Annie were out for dinner. They were seated at a table that was much too large for the two of them, waiting for their friends Caleb and Coco to join them. They’d been waiting for a good twenty minutes, and their waitress was starting to give them impatient looks every time she walked past their table.
“Since when does thinking about tacos make you drool like a horny K-pop fan at a Monsta X concert?”
“I don’t know what that means,” Dylan said, picking his menu back up and fanning himself. “But for your information, I am very hungry and thinking about tacos has my mouth watering. Stop judging me.”
Annie squinted at him, not buying the taco story for even a second. “Since we’re on the subject, how are things with the werewolves? Still tall?”
“We were not on the subject,” Dylan protested. “And they’re good, I think. We’ve been texting a little, but they’re busy this week because of the full moon.”
He resolutely ignored her comment on their height.
“The whole week?”
Dylan nodded. He didn’t quite understand why the moon being full that weekend meant that August and Ryker couldn’t hang out, but they were very obviously busy. If it hadn’t been for the barrage of thirst traps they were sending him, he might have thought they were losing interest.
“They’re going up to the preserve tonight. Ryker sent me a picture from the car.”
Dylan pulled up the selfie Ryker had sent him and showed Annie his screen. Ryker was dressed in a white t-shirt and a flannel jacket with a sherpa lining – completely at odds with the slick businessman suits Dylan had seen him in so far – his blond hair lacking product and pushed haphazardly back over his ears.
The smirk on his face showed that he knew exactly how good he looked.
“To run around and howl at the moon?” Annie leaned in, whistling at the picture. “Oh, look at that. Now that’s what you call a hunk. Jesus.”
Dylan blushed and pulled his phone back, sliding it in his pocket.
“He’s pretty handsome,” he agreed.
