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As he sped home like a maniac, all Philip could picture was Troy’s face as he shot that load. The way he’d bitten his lower lip as his body trembled in orgasmic pleasure…
“The little prick,” Philip muttered as grabbed his cell phone and slipped it into the phone stand on his dashboard. Then he clicked on the video and watched as he drove. He was so hard.
Philip always made sure he got Troy off whenever he needed release so he didn’t understand why the boy was trying to push his buttons. Paul clearly had something to do with that, Philip scowled. Those two boys were obviously on a mission to get him to lose control. Troy knew how much those raunchy pictures he’d been sending to him whenever he wasn’t around, drove him nuts. He always either called or messaged Troy immediately after he got those pictures to tell him just how sexy he thought he was and how hot he was for him.
And after what had transpired between them a week earlier in that boutique, Troy knew what seeing that video of him getting himself off would do to him. That day he’d stupidly instructed Troy to beat off in his presence was a day that Philip wasn’t likely to ever forget. Definitely not when he’d come so close to damning his resolution and fucking his mate’s brains out in a damn public place…
*
“Go ahead and try them on whilst I take this call,” Philip said to Troy as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket.
Troy turned and followed the attendant who had his stuff, into the only dressing room that had a door instead of a curtain. They were in a boutique that belonged to a really beautiful werewolf called Abyna. On their way to the boutique, Philip had told Troy that Abyna was his ex.
“Why take me to her shop then?” Troy murmured. “I don’t want any awkward situation.”
“I’m taking you there because she has the classiest stuff in town.” Philip had stated simply. “It’s only going to be awkward if you make it so.” Those words didn’t stop Troy’s dark scowl. When they got to the entrance of the huge posh boutique, Philip turned to face a still scowling Troy. “Stop frowning.” He muttered.
“I’m not,” Troy responded gruffly.
“Want a mirror?” Philip shot back. “We are only here to shop. Nothing more.”
“Which we could have done elsewhere,” Troy growled, hating how he was feeling. He’d never had that feeling before and didn’t really understand it. He just knew he hated being anywhere near someone who Philip had been intimate with.
“I do recall telling you why I chose this boutique,” Philip growled right back. “Now, wipe that nasty look off your face before we enter.” Of course, Troy had done no such thing. He couldn’t have put on a pleasant face even if he’d wanted to. Philip sighed. “Now I wish I hadn’t told you. Come on.”
But one look at Abyna and Troy knew he didn’t have to dislike the woman. She was so pleasant Troy couldn’t help but respond to her cheerful nature. And she’d personally helped Troy choose stuff too. Her taste was on point Troy thought with a smile as he stripped down to his boxers. He grabbed a lovely quilted colour block sweatshirt as Philp entered the dressing room. Before he could wear the shirt, however, he felt Philip’s arms wrap around his waist from behind.
“Did she bite?” Philip murmured against Troy’s neck.
“Do I look bitten?” He snapped.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” Philip husked. “I can see a bite mark right here.” He licked at the mating mark.
Troy moaned as a shudder flashed through him. “Philip…” He cried out shakily even as he unconsciously bared his neck to give Philip better access to his sensitive flesh. “I need to try these…”
“Hmmm…” Philip’s hum sent a vibration through that mark to Troy’s body. And when he began to gently suck on that mark, Troy melted like butter under the scorching sun.
“Oh, my god…” Troy moaned, going hard so fast he felt dizzy. “Philip…” He whimpered as the sweatshirt he was holding slipped out of his hand, onto the floor. “I want…ahhh…feels… Philip…” He moaned incoherently, going up on his toe and rubbing his arse against Philip’s hardness. He wished he could feel that hard flesh against him…bare. One hand reached up to hold Philip’s head against his mark whilst the other hand reached back to pull Philip’s hips tight against him. “So good…” He breathed, completely aroused.
“I’m so tempted to bend you over this stool and have you right now,” Philip whispered in Troy’s ear as his arms tightened around him. He was so hard.
“What’s stopping you?” Troy moaned. “Do it…”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, you little tease?” Philip breathed huskily, rocking his hips against Troy. “All those pictures… I know what you’re trying to do?” He worried that mark with his teeth, drawing an erotic cry from Troy. “One of these days you’re going to regret teasing me so much.”
“I’m beginning to wonder if that day will ever come.” Troy’s breathless response turned into a groan of protest when Philip stepped away from him. He turned around to look at his mate with eyes filled with arousal and appeal, cursing his body for being so needy and Philip for working him to that state.
Philip sat on the only stool in the dressing room and placed the ankle of one leg over the knee of the other. Although it was a posture of dominance and power, he also looked like he was trying to shield himself. Almost as if he didn’t trust himself being that close to Troy. What Philip said then, however, shocked the hell out of Troy.