Royce quickly holds the glass down, "I think you have had enough, pretty."
"I am okay," Mylo puts his hands between his knees, rubbing his palms together soothingly, "Just a little tipsy."
"I think we should get some rest," Ryker suggests, tilting his head in Ma Jane's direction, "Can I get the first aid kit?"
"At once, Alpha," Ma Jane scampered out.
"I am fine," Mylo affirmed drunkenly, his cheeks smeared with color of red roses
Ryker stands up on his feet and closes the space between Mylo and himself, "C'mon baby, it's time to rest," He pulls his chair backwards and picks him up in his arms, bridal style.
"I still need to look at your hands."
"Hmm," Mylo doesn't argue any longer as he rests the side of head on the Alpha's shoulders, humming softly in agreement.
Ryker takes Mylo back into their bedroom and sits him on the edge of the bed, kneeling between his legs.
