Page 87 of Feral

Fraser was standing there, hands braced on either side of the door frame. He looked like he’d run a mile, the way his chest heaved. He speared me with an intense stare, oblivious to my feelings.

“What were you doing in there?” he growled.

I saw no reason to lie to him, especially when he could smell it.

“Getting off, why?”

I’m not sure what I expected. Maybe anger that I’d thrown that in his face. Or maybe jealousy?

But I got neither of those. Instead, he leaned close, the short fur on the side of his face tickling my cheek. Fraser took a deep, slow inhale of my skin, his nose just barely brushing against me.

“Getting…off,” he repeated, breath hot against my ear.

“Yes.”

“And did it work?”

You arse.

“Yes,” I lied, pushing defiance into my voice.

“Oh my god, you two!” Lowell said from down the hallway. “That’s what bedrooms are for, ya know.”

I was going to kill Lowell.

Fraser spun around and snarled at his brother before pushing past me into the room and slamming the door closed.

Then he started to pace, quick, frantic movements and I wondered if my scent and the fact that his brother had interrupted us had gotten to him.

I swallowed down any trepidation, determined to stand my ground but also wondering if he was about to confront me about how I’d acted. I should’ve thought of how the scent would linger in his room for a species as sensitive to smell as he was. It was actually quite thoughtless of me.

I started to mentally prepare an apology when Fraser turned around and his words cut into my thoughts like a hot knife.

“I spoke with Liam about Ruben. He confirmed that the arse stole something.”

It took me a second to absorb that and form the right words.

The mission. He wants to talk about the mission when I just told him…Fine. Fine, that’s just…fine.

I cleared my throat and schooled my features, doing my best to mentally shift from anger and lust to business professional.

“Oh? You seem pretty upset though. Anything else happen?”

“He’s been stealin’ from us for a while and Angus didn’t do anythin’ about it. If he had, maybe this wouldn’t have happened,” he growled out the last few words.

Instinct had me putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m here now, and it’s not ideal but we can stop this. Do you know where he might’ve stashed it?”

“Aye, his cottage, about an hour from here.”

“Okay, we should go out there tonight or tomorrow. Catch him by surprise.”

“Naw.”

His tone was firm and full of command. It was the kind of voice that brooked absolutely no arguments.

“Excuse me?” I raised my eyebrows. “This is my job.”

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