Chapter 5.
GRAYSON PUSHED OPEN his front door, his cold, dirty body longing for a shower. He sniffed the air and the fragrant orange scent of his mate filled his nose. His blood throbbed, l**t surged, and his c**k hardened within his jeans.
Damn. There goes a relaxing shower.
He walked towards the stairs, heading for his master suite, which was situated on the top floor of his house. But as his hand landed on the balustrade, his legs wouldn’t move.
What the hell?
He tried lifting his foot, but it was stuck to the floor like someone had driven a nail through his boot. His brain screamed at him to go and find his mate, now.
He sighed out his frustration at himself and turned towards the spare bedroom. There was no point fighting the ridiculous notion, he knew he wouldn’t win.
Because
