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“So…what is going to be your strategy, Lip?” The tall alpha asked as Troy moved away from them to answer a call. “Or our Troy is ready to go through it…” Jake T looked amused.
“I’d probably have to edge him to the point of no return first.” Philip drawled. “He’s not gonna do it.”
“Aw come on… What’s it with these Stanton boys?” Jake T threw up his hands in exasperation. “Y’all always want to find a reason not to give us a live show when it matters most.” The alphas who heard him burst into laughter.
“Fuck off, T.” Jeremy laughed.
“Don’t take no for an answer, Lip. I’m looking forward to it.” Jake T muttered. “He has to do it.”
“Wait until you find a mate as stubborn as a Stanton.” Philip chuckled. “Then we will see whether your ‘don’t take no for an answer’ kind of attitude,” he gave the phrase air quotes, “will work.” He ignored Jake T’s snort and looked up at the stage when the crowd erupted with whistles and cheers.
“Oh my god, I think they’re about to do it.” Troy groaned as he took his seat beside Philip.
The rich, electrifying instrumentals of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah began to play in the arena. On stage, Paul was moving backward, away from a determined-looking Agyemang who was approaching him slowly, like a panther about to pounce on its prey. Besides the hungry look in Paul’s eyes as he stared up at his mate, the hard leaking cock bobbing in front of him said it all. He wanted his mate.
He was saying something to Agyemang but the crowd couldn’t hear. Troy gasped when Paul’s back hit the wall, stopping his backward movement. A hush fell on the crowd when Agyemang got to his mate and slowly lowered his mouth onto his. The two men kissed each other with such passion some of the on-lookers moaned. Then almost as if he was possessed, Paul began to literally climb Agyemang until his legs wrapped around his mate’s hips and his arms coiled around his neck.
With Paul stuck between the wall and Agyemang, the crowd could see the alpha’s back and his mate’s face. Agyemang didn’t waste time at all. He reached down and gently guided his engorged length into his whimpering mate. Then he hooked an arm each under each of Paul’s thighs and began to slowly fuck into him with skillful eroticism.
“He didn’t lube him up.” Troy sounded as if he was being deprived of air. “He must be in pain.”
“Look at his face, Troy,” Philip murmured, staring at Paul’s bliss-filled face which everyone could clearly see. “Is that the face of someone who’s in pain? And you did see that cock, right?” At Troy’s dazed nod, Philip went on. “Think it would have been able to slip into your pal if there was no lube involved?”
“Holy hell.” Troy breathed when a cry tore out of Paul.
Agyemang was fucking Paul with slow deep strokes against the wall. The way the alpha’s dark butt contracted and relaxed with each thrust and the way Paul’s eyes rolled to the back of his head with each filling was just enthralling to watch. Troy had watched porn just once with his self-appointed instructor, Paul. He’d thought what he watched had been hot. Well, it didn’t hold a candle to what he was witnessing that very moment.
The carnal dance that he was watching was so salacious Troy felt his heart pound, warmth fill his body, mouth go dry, and his painfully hard cock leak inside his boxers. And that music… the sweet soberness of the beautiful chords and notes conveyed strong desire and spiritual uplifting which added to the eroticism on the stage. Troy was so aroused he thought he’d go insane if he didn’t distance himself from what was going on. He shot to his feet.
“Baby?” Philip stood too.
“I need to use the bathroom.” Troy rasped. “Be right back.”
Troy followed one of the attendants whose job was to see to the alphas and their mates, to a state-of-the-art washroom. Fortunately, there was no one in the washroom to witness Troy’s frustration. He unzipped his pants to free his painfully constricted erection and began to pace like a caged animal. He could still hear that beautiful sensual music, and that wasn’t helping at all. Lust boomed in his gut as his channel twitched. Admittedly, he’d never experienced what his friend was experiencing that very moment but truth be told, he’d never wanted something more. Troy wanted…no, needed to be taken by his mate. That look on Paul’s face as Agyemang took him… Troy wanted that.
“Fuck…” He swore, feeling perspiration slide down his temple. He knew he needed to calm himself down but couldn’t.
With a groan, Troy reached out to touch the tiled wall with one hand and began to fist his pulsing shaft with the other, knowing very well that anyone could walk in and see him. He just didn’t care. He definitely needed more than a mere touch to his dick. But anything was better than nothing… right?
“Troy?” The hitch in Philip’s breathing could not be helped. The alpha felt himself go weak at the knee at the sight of his mate pleasuring himself. It wasn’t every day that one got to witness an act so intimate and erotic. Although he’d felt Troy’s need like never before, catching him beating off had definitely not been what he’d been expecting when he’d decided to come after his mate. Troy raised his head and met Philp’s gaze but said nothing. Neither did he stop stroking himself. “Come here.” Philip didn’t even recognize his own voice. That was how much affected he was.
Troy pinned his stare on his mate for a moment, his breath coming out harshly. Then without bothering to tuck himself in, he went to Philip and buried his face against the neck of his obviously aroused mate. When Philip’s hand touched Troy’s cock, he couldn’t suppress the moan of pleasure that tore out of his throat.
“I need you, Philip.” Troy breathed, flicking out his tongue to lick at his mate’s skin.
“Fuck…” Philip groaned as a delicious shudder sizzled through him.
“And not just for a hand-job.” Troy went on as a drop of moisture beaded on the head of his cock, formed a clear line and dripped to the floor. “I need more than that.” He began to suck on the sensitive spot on Philip’s neck, drawing an irrepressible cry from the alpha.
“Christ, Troy…” Philip’s breath came out in harsh pants. “You know we’re not supposed…”
“I need you inside me.” Troy cut him off. He knew the effect he had on his mate. But he also knew how controlled Philip was. This time, however, he didn’t intend to stop pushing until his mate gave in to his demand. “I will beg if I have to. Please, Philip. I’ll go insane if…” His words ended in a gasp when he found himself staring at his mate’s back, upside down. “Philip?”
But the alpha of Stanwood said nothing as he walked out of the washroom and out of the arena with his mate over his shoulder like a caveman. He was going to give his mate exactly what he wanted and his council be damned.