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“Be nice to the nice doctor, kiddo.” Jeremy sighed as he patted his mate’s stomach one last time and then turned to go back to his former spot. “Do your thing, Sanders. But when it’s time to take it out, you need to do that yourself because I told it that you were helping.” He said breathlessly. “We wouldn’t want it throwing another person would we?”
“We definitely wouldn’t.” The doctor chuckled. “Scalpel.” He called.
The medical team went to work. Cutting, dissecting, suctioning, and doing all that they needed to do to get to the baby. At a point, Jeremy actually felt dizzy from all the pain. He just couldn’t handle it. When everyone in the theater felt a sudden crackle of power permeate the air, they all stilled. Even the doctors paused in what they were doing.
“Don’t stop.” Came the cool command from the red-eyed Jeremy, his arms folded across his broad chest. “As you were.” Then he turned to look at Philip who was trying very hard not to laugh and muttered. “Idiot would have passed out and disgraced us.”
Philip burst into laughter then, totally ignoring the surprised looks from the others. The Ojah, on the other hand, stared at the medical team intently, not even cracking a smile. Meanwhile, from behind the glass, Troy stared at his laughing mate, took in how his head was thrown back in mirth, saw the way his perfect body rippled sexily beneath his tight t-shirt as his body shook in laughter, and salivated from the mere sound of his mate’s spunky rich laughter. The alpha’s mate felt himself flush with arousal.
‘You’ve got the sexiest lips.’ Troy moaned on their mind-link before he knew what he was doing. He watched as his mate’s head turned in his direction. Their gazes locked. ‘Can’t wait to kiss you.’
‘Why wait?’ Came Philip’s husky response.
Troy saw the heat in his mate’s eyes and literally stopped breathing. ‘I… I didn’t mean now, Philip.’ Troy stuttered on their mind-link. Surely Philip wasn’t thinking of actually kissing him at a time like that, he thought as he shook his head at his mate.
“Err… Jeremy?” Philip murmured, his gaze still locked with his mate’s.
“Uh-huh?” The Ojah turned to look at Philip and followed the alpha’s gaze to his brother’s behind the glass.
“I need to do something right now,” Philip said. “You got this?”
“I got this.” The Ojah actually chuckled.
“Be right back.” With that, Philip left the theater.
The four who stood beside a panicked Troy turned to give Philip a curious look as he strode towards them. Troy panted with embarrassed excitement as he watched his mate come closer. Philip’s gaze stayed on his mate.
‘Philip, please…’ Troy began to retreat, moving away from the glass. ‘You can’t do this. There are people around.’
“Hey, dad.” Philip acknowledged his father but Joel looked too stunned to respond. The elder looked as though he was wishing he could take his son over his knee.
“Goddamnit son, what did you do?” Joel groaned, guessing exactly what his son had done from the change in his scent.
“We’ll talk about it later, dad,” Philip said as he approached his mate who looked like he wished the floor could open and swallow him up. He grinned when a wall stopped Troy’s backward movement. “There you are,” Philip murmured huskily as he took Troy’s face between his palms.
“Philip, there I don’t know these people.” Troy gasped. “What will they think.”
“That their alpha wants to kiss his mate,” Philip murmured huskily as his head began to move closer to Troy’s.
For a brief moment, Troy’s eyes filled with a shy hesitance that Philip found so hot and adorable. The alpha planted a series of kisses all over Troy’s face before finally slanting his mouth over his with a low moan. Philip ate sensually at Troy’s mouth until his mouth parted to receive his probing tongue. And when Troy felt the ravaging thrust of his mate’s tongue, he totally forgot about where they were, what was going on, or who was watching. He unfurled and completely surrendered to his mate’s intoxicating taste.
“Err… am I the only one seeing this or are these two really sucking face right next to a person being butchered.” Stan drawled, making Paige laugh.
“Leave them alone, Stan.” Paige chuckled. “When you’ve gotta lock lips, you’ve gotta lock lips. Wait till it hits you.”
“Well, you’ll see a different mate vibe if it ever happens to me.” Stan drawled. “I’m definitely not going to get whipped like you idiots. I don’t have time for all these shenanigans.”
Paige shook her head with an amused look. “All in good time.”
By the time Philip ended the kiss, Troy was dizzy and delirious with lust and Philip was hard as a pike. Philip nipped at his mate’s kiss-swollen lower lip and growled low in his throat when he felt the younger man’s hand grab the ridge of his cock through his jeans.
‘Troy…’ Philip moaned when Troy squeezed him, a blinding jolt of pleasure zooming up his spine.
‘I want you in my mouth.’ Troy husked on their mind-link, his eyes fluttering shut as Philip sucked sensuously on his lower lip.
‘Right now?’ Philip laughed breathlessly.
‘Uh-huh.’ Troy parted his mouth to accept a second kiss.
‘Thought you wanted to see your badass nephew making an entrance?’ Philip breathed when they came up for air after that second kiss. He gave his mate a look filled with amusement but at the same time, fond adoration.
‘Oh shit.’ Troy groaned. ‘You make me forget about every other thing.’
‘I like that I can do that to you.’ Philip laughed, giving his mate a tight hug. “I’ve got to go back in.” He said out loud.
“Go.” Troy smiled. “I’m missing you already.”
“How can you miss him when you can see him from here?” Stan drawled as he moved to the side of the two lovebirds and draped an arm around Troy’s shoulder. “He’ll be done babysitting your brother very soon.” He drew a flushed Troy to his side. “Then you can have that cock all over again.
“You’re crazy.” Troy laughed as the others chuckled.
“Tell you what…” Stan began to say but trailed off when he took in the scene in the theater. “I think there’s a problem.” He groaned.