Mastermind | TRACOB

CHAPTER THREE

Leviathan - LEATHERMOUTH

Troye moaned as the man above him thruster harshly into him, his nails dragging down the humans back. He could barely focus on what was happening- it was all so fucking good. His eyes fell shut as the unnamed man hit his prostate straight on. "Agh! Fuck," he muttered, digging his nails in further. He was probably close to drawing blood, but he did not really care.

"You close?" the man asked, panting. Troye nodded desperately, his back arching off of the bed as he moaned again. He dropped one of his hands from the top's back, grabbing at the sheets beside him. Troye slid his other hand between their bodies, starting to jerk himself off in tune to the man's thrusts.

"Oh God yes," he whined as white blurred his vision, delicious heat pulsing through his veins.

The shapeshifter dropped his hands to the bed beneath him as the top finished soon after, filling the condom as Troye clenched around him.

"That was fucking great," the man muttered as he pulled out and got rid of the condom, throwing a towel to Troye. The blue eyed shifter caught it and wiped off his stomach, grabbing his boxer briefs and pulling them on before sitting back on the bed and pulling his legs up. He winced slightly at the dull pain in his lower back, but he knew that it would be gone soon.

"Glad you enjoyed," Troye said back, his voice low. He was not one for talking much. He had actually been pretty loud during sex tonight. Maybe because he had to actually work when he was with Jacob earlier that day. He smirked. Two in one day. Not bad.

After Troye had left the police station he had gone straight to a local gay bar. He had barely had two drinks before he was in the lap of some stranger- that stranger being the man who owned the home he was currently sitting in.

The man returned from the bathroom, sweatpants pulled up around his waist. The dark grey pants hung low on the man's hips, showing off his deep v-line and tanned skin. "Like what you see?" he asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow at Troye. The shapeshifter hummed, running his eyes over the man's toned body one last time before he decided to get up and pull on his jeans.

He had been fucked by two men in one day and he was itching to kill again. He had thought of killing the man he just had sex with, but he decided against it. There was too high of a risk of him being caught. He looked like he normally looked and he had not been secretive when he was already basically fucking the man in the bar.

Troye grabbed his shoes and pulled them on, tying them before standing up and stretching. "I guess you're heading out now then?" the man asked. Troye nodded silently, stepping forward and leaving a teasing kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I hope to see you again."

Troye shook his head. "That's not how I work," he said quietly. "Who knows though, maybe this time will be different." He nearly scoffed as he walked out of the room and left the house. No, this time would by be any different. Jacob was the only man he had fucked more than once, and there was still no feelings towards him.

The unnamed man walked him to the door, saying goodbye as he walked off. Troye did not return it with words, just spinning around and winking at the man before leaving his yard and walking towards the bar.

It was only about a five minute walk to the bar. He got into his car and started to drive home, some Led Zeppelin song playing on the radio. He turned it up as he turned into the highway.

Troye tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, singing along softly. He sighed when the song ended and some annoying voice came through, talking about news. The shifter usually liked to hear the news, as did most other criminals, but at this point he had just been fucked and he just wanted to listen to his music.

He already felt good enough, he did not need to hear about other people's misfortune to get off.

"The trial for Terry Frosko will be held tomorrow. He is being tried on account of first degree murder, break and enter, and robbery." Troye raised his eyebrows. He had not robbed the place, someone else must have after he killed the guy. "It certainly did not take the police long to find their number one suspect. Just last week, thirty-four year old William Harries was found in his home with a shot wound to his head. It had originally looked like a suicide, but with a little bit more investigation detectives found that it was staged. Frosko was arrested just two days later, though he claims he had nothing to do with the killings, things are not looking good for him."

Troye smirked as he heard the disgust lining the reporters voice. She was a normal, functioning human. She had morals. Of course the murder of a so-called innocent fellow human would cause distress.

By the time she had stopped rambling, Troye pulled into his own driveway. He kicked the door of his car open and stepped out, pushing it shut and locking the vehicle. He made his way to the door and shoved his key into the lock, jiggling it around before it actually came undone. He kicked the door shut, watching the glass in the window shake. Fuck, he hated that lock.

Since the trial for Frosko was happening the next day, Troye figured he should go. It was always fun to watch the suspect squirm around in their seats and not know the answer to basic questions the judge was asking them. The judge would usually think they were playing dumb for the first few minutes of the trial, and then they would start to get pissed at the fact someone that 'was not mentally well enough to testify' was in their court room.

That being said, Troye still wanted to kill. He sighed, looking at the clock. He could wait a little bit longer.

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I fucking love this book??