Mitch's head snapped up toward the door, and he whispered as quietly as he could. "Alpha?" Scott made a quick decision, and pushed himself back in to the hilt. "Yes, baby?" Mitch covered his mouth so he wouldn't moan, but pushed back against Scott. "Sir, someone's at the door! Don't--" Scott shoved himself back in again, eyes red now. "Lucky them." He had come to the conclusion that he could be rough, if he let a little bit of the Alpha out.