The stream rises from the hot shower, filling the bathroom as I run my fingertips over his pale toned skin - red tinted from the heat of my water. His head is tilted back with a look of pure pleasure coating his features. I lift his smooth chin further up with my thumb, giving me perfect access to the smooth skin of his throat. I lay my body against the length of his, forcing him against the cold tile wall, loving the hiss that escapes his lips when his back touches the surface. I can feel how much he wants me through the bond, how badly he wants to reclaim me for himself. The news of what I did with Lazarus is tormenting him, but it comes second place to the Challenge looming hours away. I know what he is thinking. If he only has hours left, he doesn't want to spend a moment being angry a
