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of piercings. He wore black nail polish, and sometimes he even wore black lipstick. All his clothes were black, and chains hung everywhere on him. Maybe Micah wanted a more conservative mate, someone Oliver couldn’t see himself being. He liked the way he expressed himself, liked the way he looked, and he wasn’t going to change. Not even for a mate that didn’t seem to want him.
Maybe he thought Oliver was used goods? It angered Oliver to think Micah didn’t want him because of his degenerate father. How was that his fault? His brother Blair had kept their dad off of Oliver for years, offering himself so the sick fuck wouldn’t come near him, but once Blair was kicked out, he was free game. Oliver pushed the memories down, burying them once more.
“Good. So we’re on for tonight? Do not tell Micah.” Cecil tapped knuckles with Oliver and Blair then snuck out of the library like they had just had a secret spy meeting or something. Oliver rolled his eyes. These guys really needed to get out more.
Oliver climbed the winding staircase to the second floor where he shared a room with his warrior. Well, sort of. It was adjoining, after all. A situation he prayed would soon change.
He pushed the door open to see Micah standing by his dresser with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Damn, if that wasn’t perfection, then he needed his eyes examined. Bronze skin kissed him from head to toe. His six-four frame was muscular and chiseled. Oliver felt his cock hardening just watching Micah rifle through his drawers, his tendons flexing and bunching with every move. He wondered if the wolf would reject him if he jumped on his back and just started humping until his hips locked from exhaustion.
Afraid that may just be the case, he walked to his room instead. This was torture. He was so ready to go in there and toss Micah to the ground and swallow him whole. It took all his willpower to stay away. He walked over to his mirror and lifted his shirt, trying to imagine Micah’s name over his heart. He still needed to choose a design. What should he get? Oliver wanted something different, something unique. Something that told his hopefully soon-to-be mate, how much he meant to him.
“It’s called a nipple. If you look, there’s another one on the other side.”
Oliver dropped his shirt and turned to see that Micah was fully dressed. He wanted to rip his short, brown hair out from sexual frustration. The man he wanted the most was standing right here in front of him, and Oliver had a raging hard on. If only Micah would reach out and touch him. Show him some sign that he did indeed desire him. Oliver’s lips tingled, wanting to kiss Micah, to nip his neck and cock.
“Whatever,” Oliver retorted. The more his cock pressed into his jeans, the less patience he had. A guy could only take so much.
Micah stared at him for a moment, heaved a sigh then turned around and left. Oliver bit out a curse. Why was Micah always looking at him with disappointment in his eyes?
“Whatever,” he mumbled again as he grabbed some clothes from his drawers and headed for the shower. Once again, he found himself relieving the ache by his own hand. He leaned his forehead into the shower wall, craving his mate’s touch. Tears burned the back of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He hadn’t cried when his father crept into his room, and he’d be damned if he would let anyone else affect him that way.
* * * *
Oliver met the other mates by the side entrance to the estate then quietly climbed into the back of the SUV.
Loco and Murdock took the front seat. Oliver sat next to Kyoshi. He had been dying to ask the Sentry Storm, Kyoshi’s mate, why his eyes swirled in different colors, but the wolf’s demeanor kept his lips sealed. The man was six foot seven with a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude, so Oliver didn’t.
Johnny sat on the other side of him, bouncing in his seat. The little blond-haired cutie had excitement written all over
Maybe he thought Oliver was used goods? It angered Oliver to think Micah didn’t want him because of his degenerate father. How was that his fault? His brother Blair had kept their dad off of Oliver for years, offering himself so the sick fuck wouldn’t come near him, but once Blair was kicked out, he was free game. Oliver pushed the memories down, burying them once more.
“Good. So we’re on for tonight? Do not tell Micah.” Cecil tapped knuckles with Oliver and Blair then snuck out of the library like they had just had a secret spy meeting or something. Oliver rolled his eyes. These guys really needed to get out more.
Oliver climbed the winding staircase to the second floor where he shared a room with his warrior. Well, sort of. It was adjoining, after all. A situation he prayed would soon change.
He pushed the door open to see Micah standing by his dresser with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Damn, if that wasn’t perfection, then he needed his eyes examined. Bronze skin kissed him from head to toe. His six-four frame was muscular and chiseled. Oliver felt his cock hardening just watching Micah rifle through his drawers, his tendons flexing and bunching with every move. He wondered if the wolf would reject him if he jumped on his back and just started humping until his hips locked from exhaustion.
Afraid that may just be the case, he walked to his room instead. This was torture. He was so ready to go in there and toss Micah to the ground and swallow him whole. It took all his willpower to stay away. He walked over to his mirror and lifted his shirt, trying to imagine Micah’s name over his heart. He still needed to choose a design. What should he get? Oliver wanted something different, something unique. Something that told his hopefully soon-to-be mate, how much he meant to him.
“It’s called a nipple. If you look, there’s another one on the other side.”
Oliver dropped his shirt and turned to see that Micah was fully dressed. He wanted to rip his short, brown hair out from sexual frustration. The man he wanted the most was standing right here in front of him, and Oliver had a raging hard on. If only Micah would reach out and touch him. Show him some sign that he did indeed desire him. Oliver’s lips tingled, wanting to kiss Micah, to nip his neck and cock.
“Whatever,” Oliver retorted. The more his cock pressed into his jeans, the less patience he had. A guy could only take so much.
Micah stared at him for a moment, heaved a sigh then turned around and left. Oliver bit out a curse. Why was Micah always looking at him with disappointment in his eyes?
“Whatever,” he mumbled again as he grabbed some clothes from his drawers and headed for the shower. Once again, he found himself relieving the ache by his own hand. He leaned his forehead into the shower wall, craving his mate’s touch. Tears burned the back of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He hadn’t cried when his father crept into his room, and he’d be damned if he would let anyone else affect him that way.
* * * *
Oliver met the other mates by the side entrance to the estate then quietly climbed into the back of the SUV.
Loco and Murdock took the front seat. Oliver sat next to Kyoshi. He had been dying to ask the Sentry Storm, Kyoshi’s mate, why his eyes swirled in different colors, but the wolf’s demeanor kept his lips sealed. The man was six foot seven with a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude, so Oliver didn’t.
Johnny sat on the other side of him, bouncing in his seat. The little blond-haired cutie had excitement written all over
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