Chapter 38

Grant ran one finger around the entrance, and Rafael stiffened, arched his back, and begged, “Please, finish this! Make me yours.”

“I want to, more than I can tell you. But we can’t. Now, get hold of yourself.”

The glare Rafael shot him could have scorched steel, and Grant could see the rush of invective building.

The sound of someone pounding on the outer door put an end to the flow of words about to be released.

“Mr. Tenereth!” More pounding. “Open the door this minute!”

Shit. They were out of time. While he’d let himself be distracted, the enemy had regrouped.

Grant flipped Rafael sideways onto the floor and sat up. The omega’s high-pitched wail of frustration echoed off the bathroom walls and had Grant cringing. Scooting on his butt, Grant shoved himself against the bathroom door, slamming it shut.