“The puppy’s gettin’ a little too assertive.” August shifted onto his knees, and I couldn’t see his face or his hands, but I assumed he was doing something to Camden. “You know you’re about to get it too, right? As soon as you’ve filled his ass with puppy come, Daddy’s gonna choke you out on his cock.”

I swallowed dryly. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to move, to participate, to take, to lose all my boundaries and the invisible chains restraining me.

“Oww, not three fingers!” Camden groaned.

“I’ll fuck you with however many fingers I damn well please, boy. You’ve forgotten your place.”

I went rigid as Camden gasped and bucked into me harder, uncontrollably, as if he were torn between wanting to screw me faster and getting away from August’s rough touches.

Through whimpers, moans, and cute snarls, Camden took what he wanted from me until he began shaking and couldn’t breathe properly. He gritted out that he was coming, that he was going to pump all his puppy come into me, and it took all my strength not to make a sound. I hadn’t felt the urge to hump the goddamn mattress since I grew hair around my cock, but this boy might do me in.

“Ohhh…” He sucked in a shaky breath and collapsed on top of me, but he wasn’t really done. He kept trying to rock his cock deeper into my ass as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He was fucking obscene, and I wanted nothing more than to force my cock inside his tight little ass until he screamed for mercy.

“You’re gonna wake him up, puppy,” August said huskily.

“S’okay,” Camden mumbled breathlessly. “The puppy wants to snuggle with him.”

Snuggle? The puppy could dream.

“I didn’t know the puppy liked to suck his thumb,” August noted.

“Maybe I’m not a puppy anymore!”

“Hey. Attitude. You need to watch it.”

Camden whimpered pitifully and rolled off my body. Then he tried to cuddle his way under my arm, and I let him. I let him come closer and closer. He really thought this was it? I watched him discreetly; he was wearing a pair of soft-looking Husky ears that he tore off to get more comfortable. And he did suck his thumb.

“Let’s nap, Daddy,” he said sweetly. “Come to me, please?”

A plan formed in my head. I wasn’t going to say a word in the beginning. I wanted to see how he’d react.

“In a moment, my brat.” August’s hands slid between my thighs and under my—oh, fuck. He was coating my cock in lube. No, not lube. It was the oil. “You can turn around for me, Camden. We’re going to have a conversation about your manners.”

Did they have to do that right now?