"For fuck's sake, Rafael."
The words came out low and wrecked, more growl than sentence, and that alone made Rafael smile against the wall.
He was trembling too hard to make it elegant, but the triumph was still there.
"That," Rafael said, voice hoarse and smug, "is not a denial."
Gregoris lifted his head from Rafael's back. His breathing had steadied only slightly, but the worst of that raw edge was already being forced back under control, locked down with the same ruthless discipline he used for everything else. One of his hands slid once over Rafael's hip, firm and possessive, not soothing so much as reminding.
"You are in heat," Gregoris said. "And impossible."
Rafael let out a weak laugh. "You say that like this is new."
"It isn't."
The answer was flat. Certain. Very Gregoris.
