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“They are like pests,” Stan muttered. “They keep coming back. We need to stomp on them once and for all.”
“I can’t wait to meet those excuses for human beings.” Jeremy rasped as he reached for his half-full glass of whiskey. “They’re going to pay for what they did to my brother.”
“Too bad we can’t trace them.” Philip breathed. “And that’s what’s irritating me. We don’t know where they are. We don’t know when they will strike. And they have these nasty tricks I’d rather not deal with.”
“The fools are probably strategizing.” Stan emptied his glass and stared at the empty glass. “I can just picture them, sitting around a burning bush in gowns and wielding pitchforks. Thanks, Jim.” He gave the manager of the club a thumbs-up sign when he placed two new bottles of whiskey on their table.
Being the owner of a club had its perks. But having a manager who was also a werewolf was an even better perk because he knew it took a lot for a werewolf to get drunk and therefore kept the booze flowing. Philip and Jeremy had traveled the day before for an alphas’ meeting. The three friends had decided to meet in one of Stan’s clubs for some drinks before the two alphas headed home. They hadn’t visited that particular one in a long while. From their special corner in the VIP area, they could see every area of the club. And the place was rocking.
“Jim has done a really good job, Stan,” Jeremy said. “He deserves a raise.”
“You read my mind, Jer.” Philip nodded. “Dude’s done a terrific…” He stopped talking and pulled out his cell phone from his pocket. “Oh fuck…” He breathed, staring transfixed at this phone.
“What?” Jeremy was off his seat in a flash. “What’s the pro…”
“Oh no, no…” Philip turned his body in such a way that Jeremy wouldn’t see his screen. “It’s nothing. Just your brother being…” Philip stared at the screen of his phone. “Fuck!” He gasped. “He…he wouldn’t want you to see this.” The way he licked his lips and reached down to adjust himself gave his friends an idea of the kind of image he had on his phone.
“Another sexy picture, huh?” Stan drawled as he drew a sexy girl who’d stopped at their table to give him a kiss, onto his lap. “Hey, sexy.” He murmured, making the girl giggle delightedly.
“Not a picture this time.” Philip sounded out of breath. “It’s a fucking video.” He growled low in his throat. “Jesus…” He breathed as he stared at his phone. “Giving him that bloody phone was a big mistake.”
“I’m honestly finding it difficult to understand why you feel you have to take it slow, Lip.” Stan chuckled. “The boy needs the dick. Give it to him already.”
“Well, he has to wait for it,” Philip growled. “He needs to know that this shouldn’t be about sex. Hell, the only time he shows any interest in me is when I’m getting him off. That’s why courting him is important.”
“Courtship.” Jeremy snorted as if the word was an abomination. “And how’s that working for you so far? Ya think you know a person.” He shook his head and took a sip of his drink.
“You’re a fine one to talk,” Philip muttered, his eyes glued to his phone. “If I remember correctly, Ryan had to actually talk you into having sex with him during that marking.”
“Yeah, but my case was different.” Jeremy drawled. “I was on a guilt trip.”
“And you don’t think I am?” Philip raised an eyebrow.
“You shouldn’t be,” Stan murmured in a smoky voice. “What you did is nothing compared to what Jeremy did. And I’m totally with Ryan on insisting on the fuck by the way. The guy was going away for a very long time. Prof needed his man to slip him that bone. Ooh right there, baby.” He threw his head back and enjoyed the lady’s tongue on his neck.
“I blame that Paul,” Philip muttered as he hit repeat on his phone. “He clearly made Troy do this. Troy wouldn’t have thought of recording himself wanking off otherwise.”
“Is that what he sent?” Stan bellowed as Jeremy erupted with laughter. “Wow! I like this guy. But why do you make him sound so innocent though.” Stan laughed. “He doesn’t need someone to tell him to send a raunchy video to his man.”
“He makes him sound like a fucking pushover.” Jeremy drawled. “But we all know my brother isn’t.” He chuckled. “Isn’t this the same Troy who has been sending you all those provocative pictures? He knows what he’s doing, Lip. Don’t put this on Paul. Troy is no innocent.”
“He is innocent,” Philip muttered. “He wasn’t sexually active. In fact, that orgasm he had when I marked him, was his very first.”
“The fuck!” Stan bellowed as he sat up, startling the lady sitting in his lap. “Sorry honey.” He murmured, pressing a quick kiss on the lady’s lips. “Give us a moment, okay? Want to go wait for me in my room?”
“Sure.” She purred, getting off Stan’s lap.
“Great. Jim?” Stan called to the manager and gestured at the lady and then pointed up. Jim got the message loud and clear. He gave his boss a thumbs-up sign and signaled for the lady to follow him. Stan turned curious baby-blue eyes on Philip. “Are you saying his very first spill was as a wolf?”
“Yep.” Philip nodded. “So now you understand why I’m blaming Paul for all this. He’s teaching Troy all this.”
“Teaching him what exactly?” Jeremy asked with a raised brow. “How to beat off?”
“That’s not what…” Philip began to speak but got cut off by Stan.
“Wait… The million-dollar question is, how exactly is Paul doing the teaching?” The look on Stan’s face was deceptively neutral and curious. Philip knew better. “Are they having a circle-wank or Paul actually takes your man’s cock in his hand and…”
“Fuck you, Stan,” Philip growled as he stood up. “I’m going home.” He tossed the remaining drink down his throat and grabbed his car key, ignoring Stan and Jeremy’s raucous laughter.
“Aw come on, Lip.” Jeremy tried to control his laughter. “You’re my ride.”
“You should have thought of that before laughing at me.” Philip rasped as he started for the entrance to the VIP section. “Call your mate to give you a magical lift, jackass.” He threw over his shoulder as he strode off to the laughter of his friends. “Twats.”