HAYES
I slammed the door to my private quarters and shoved the heavy bolt into place. The sharp click did nothing to quiet the roar in my blood. My shirt felt like it was suffocating me, clinging to my skin with sweat that still carried her vanilla scent. The fabric was soaked through, plastered to my chest, and I ripped it off with a growl, the sound of tearing seams loud in the empty room.
I was hard. So hard it was a brutal, throbbing ache against my jeans. Every step I took away from Ciara's room had only made the pressure worse. My c**k was a heavy, punishing weight against the rough denim, the head leaking a thick string of precum that soaked through the fabric and left a dark, spreading stain near my fly.
Kyle was thrashing inside my head, claws ripping at my control. "Go back,"
