Chapter 37
“Not that gorgeous Ferrari?” Grant leaned against the door frame, careful to block the fact he’d shoved the business card between the frame and the locking mechanism. “Go—I’ll wait for you here.”
Channing turned and hustled back the way they’d come, typing into his phone as he went.
Grant spared a tiny moment to mentally thank Janet for her wicked skills before giving rein to the surging demands of his alpha side.
He opened the door wide.
In an instant, an intoxicating cloud of pheromones surrounded him. It filled his lungs. His brain. His heart. It was his omega summoning him.
Time to answer the call. 20
Trembling with anticipation, Grant took a step inside and scanned the room. No sign of Rafael. His alpha side howled. Had the little shit already rescued himself?
A soft groan sounded from the bathroom. His omega was here.
As a precaution, he dragged one of the straight-backed chairs to the hallway door and jammed it under the knob.
He strode to the bathroom and pushed open the door. Desire, blended with sorrow, swept through him. Rafael was there—near naked and wickedly alluring—but crumpled on the floor, weeping. Driven to ease his errant omega’s pain, Grant dropped to his knees and smoothed the dark waves of hair hiding the man’s face. “Hush now, I’m here. It’ll be all right.”
Rafael stiffened at the touch and then jerked his head up. His green eyes, luminous with tears, widened in surprise and, Grant hoped, pleasure at seeing him. The man’s voice quivered as he whispered, “Tenereth?”
The alpha ignored the twinge of disappointment and managed to smile. “I’ve asked you to call me Grant.” Trailing his fingers down Rafael’s cheek to the luscious mouth, he added, “I would love to hear my name on your lips.”
Rafael moved in a blur, and Grant found himself with a lap full of clingy omega. Well, that more than made up for the slight rejection about his name.
“You’re here. You’re really here. I thought…oh, God…” The voice, radiating desperate gratitude, was muffled as the man burrowed against Grant’s chest.
Tightening his arms around Rafael, the alpha sighed in contentment at having his omega right where he wanted him. Just for a moment—then he’d drag the man out of there and run.
But the overpowering scent of the omega’s rising heat was clouding Grant’s brain. His hands slid over the soft silk robe and down the expanse of inviting warm flesh. Tugging Rafael closer, Grant tucked one arm under the man’s legs and shamelessly let his fingers knead the exposed thighs and buttocks. His cock hardened more with each delicious stroke, and the need to mate surged through him.
Grappling with his instincts and still losing ground, he choked out, “My God, I never suspected it could be like this.” Grant couldn’t resist leaning over and suckling on Rafael’s earlobe, nipping at it playfully. The shuddery moan of pleasure from deep in his omega’s throat tickled Grant’s chest, thrilling him, calling him to take possession. With all the discipline he could muster, he left off his nibbling and pulled away. “We don’t have much time. We have to get you out of here.”
A whimper of protest surfaced, and at the same time, the omega’s hands scrabbled against Grant’s shirt. Those clever fingers soon had loosened the tie, and undone the buttons on his shirt. Having exposed his objective, Rafael locked onto one of the alpha’s nipples, licking and teasing.
Grant thought he’d been hard before. His erection slammed into overdrive at the touch of Rafael’s lips. Oh, this had to stop. It did. Anytime now.
Summoning a lifetime of self-control, Grant put one hand on Rafael’s chest and pushed him away. With the other hand, he raised the omega’s chin to face him. The sight of those moist red lips and that hungry look were almost too much to deny. Panting, Grant grabbed Rafael’s shoulders and held him back. “You have to stop. Wehave to stop.”
With a look of desperation, Rafael tried to squirm his way back into Grant’s lap. “I want to belong to you! Only you.”
Despite his inner alpha crowing in triumph, Grant knew it was Rafael’s hormones talking. “You’re in heat. You can’t make good decisions now.”
The omega growled and flung himself forward, tipping them both so he lay straddled on top of Grant.
The weight was wonderful and solid, the omega’s position oddly possessive. Wasn’t it supposed to be the alpha who dominated the shy omega? Not with his Rafael, of course.
Without conscious thought, Grant found his hands sliding up to cup Rafael’s ass. The omega was gushing lubrication in readiness to be mounted. Grant spread his fingers wide, sliding them through the slick until he reached the source. The exquisite heat rising from the man’s body nearly burned Grant’s hands. God, he needed to stop, but he needed to touch more.