“Fuck,” he growls as he jerks on his pants, and he dashes to the door to see who the hell is fucking with our incredible reconciliation.
“What the fuck do you want?” he grumbles as he rips open the door, and I have to stifle a grin.
“Sorry… Sir,” a man stutters out. “Dr. Elton has requested your presence in the lab. He says it’s rather urgent and he couldn’t reach you on the phone.”
I can’t see the face behind the trembling voice, but I know he’s probably terrified. Hale is so intimidating, especially when pissed.
“Damn it. Tell him I’m on my way,” he huffs, and he slams the door behind him before returning to the room.
I snicker slightly, and he narrows his eyes at me. He can’t stifle his own grin when I laugh harder, and he shakes his head at my show of amusement.
“You know I hate that,” he grumbles.
“What?” I ask, feigning innocence while playing coy.
He smirks bigger, and then pulls on a shirt.
“I got one more than you,” he huffs out with a goofy grin.
“Technically, we’re even considering I got one more than you during our first blood fuck after three years,” I sizzle out.
He grumbles under his breath, and turns back to face me with seduced and frustrated eyes.
“I owed you that one from three years ago. The score had been uneven for a long time, and I capitalized on the opportunity to level it up.”
“Wow. You really do take the score very seriously,” I tease, and he rolls his eyes when I start laughing again.
“Will you come with me?” he asks to deter the smoking hot nature of the conversation.
“I will,” I say with a smirk, and then I climb up to walk over to the closet.
I slide on some underwear, and then I deliberately bend over right in front of him while picking out the shoes I don’t need just yet.
“You’re fucking hilarious,” he growls, and I laugh all the harder.
“Well, I didn’t get finished, so I’m still a little turned on,” I say to mock his already agitated nature.
He grabs me at the waist, and I feel the wet bed beneath me in that instant.
“They can fucking wait,” he murmurs against my lips, and his incredible erection is released once again.
I gasp as he surges into me, and then another knock at the door forces a painful separation.
“Fucking shit,” he growls, and this time I don’t find it so humorous.
“Come on you two,” Clay yells through the front door. “This is very important. It’s about the man we presumed a human,” he says with worry, and then the door starts to open.
Hale jerks his pants back up, and I swish over to the closet to find something to wear while Hale joins Clay in the living area.
“I’m going on ahead,” Hale says softly.
“That’s probably a good idea,” I mumble, and I hear him sigh as he and Clay disappear.
I comb through my hair, barely making an effort to style it before I rush down to join them. I make my way down a long, sterile corridor, and I have to enter in my access code through every doorway. The security is so much tighter here than before, and it’s starting to worry me.
Hale and Clay are leaning beside the dissected body of the man I interrogated, and their faces are stark white. I move in to listen rather than ask what the hell is going on.
“The test results will be more conclusive in a couple of days, but I’m fairly positive you want to get to work sooner rather than later,” Dr. Elton states. “This transformation is incomplete - meaning, this was a prototype. The man looked, smelled, and presented himself as human. The question is… why?”
