Chapter 11: Contract [5]
Azrael slammed the door to his room. He took off his clothes and quickly stood under the shower. The water was cold, yet the heat inside him wasn't subsiding. He breathed heavily and closed his eyes as he ran his hand through his face.
Then, he touched the wall and bowed his head, his face changed as he reminisced about what happened in the parking lot.
Throughout the drive back home, all he did was clench his fist to fight the urge to snatch the wheel from his servant, pull him closer, and make him ride him instead. He was so astounded by his own thoughts that he almost wanted to slam his head on the window and erase those lewd fantasies.
How come? That frail-looking and pale-faced beta wasn't his type! He was just frustrated. As it said, his member still stood straight and hard. He sighed exasperatedly. Even the cold shower wasn't helping him calm down.
Tok! Tok!
Azrael glared at the bathroom door. The knocks were on his bedroom door, but he still heard them. He turned off the shower, took a towel, and wrapped it around his waist, then he stepped out. Fortunately, he finished taking care of his erection, or else he might do something again if he saw Knox's face when he was like that.
Still, he didn't want to see his face yet, so he just shouted from inside, "WHAT?!"
The knocks stopped. Then, a different voice from his servant came out, "What the hell are you yelling for behind closed doors? Are you maybe in the middle of it? Man, did I get worried for nothing? I should just go back—
Azrael opened the door and cut his cousin's blabbering off, "What are you doing here?"