“Agent Burr is not on your case,” she said, turning the computer toward him and Chad. “The agents in charge are Dale and Ritter. It looks like Gilroy Sprain got in trouble when he tried to embezzle funds, and he tried to make a deal by selling you out. It doesn’t look like they have any other evidence.”
“I’ll talk to Burr, but this sounds like something he’d do. Would you have agreed to the deal Sprain offered if it hadn’t been for his visit?” Merchant sounded like he hoped the answer was no.
Peter lifted a slow shoulder. He really didn’t know.
“Fuck. He’s going to say we’re even.”
Peter lifted an eyebrow. “What did you do for him?”
“You sure you want to know?” Merchant had that look in his eye, and Peter knew better than to press the issue. As long as it didn’t involve him or Tank Security he didn’t care.
“Forget I asked,” Peter said. Then he turned to Dawn. “Is it true that Biotech Universal is using the research they stole to manufacture their own product?”
Dawn nodded. “It looks like it, though it’s inferior to what Novotech has in the pipeline.”
“Well, let’s try to salvage this. Merchant, your guys aren’t doing anything right now, are they?”
“We’ve got that gig for the state department a week from now, but that’s it. Why, you need me to burn down some factories?”
Merchant looked a little too excited by the idea, but Peter wasn’t going to deny him his job satisfaction.
“If you would.”
Hopefully Peter’s gesture would convince the new CEO of Novotech of Tank Security’s usefulness.
***
Chapter 25
When he made it home, Peter was tired and ready for the day to be over. Usually winning a challenge made him feel pumped and aggressive, but Sprain had been so weak that he might as well have been a beta.
The sight of Chad’s boots lying in a heap just inside the door made him smile.
“Chad? You in here?” he called out, stepping out of his shoes and shrugging off his coat. He opened the closet and took out the hanger with Chad’s jacket on it, hanging his own coat over the smooth leather.
How no one had commented on the fact that Chadreekedof him yet, Peter didn’t know.
“Hey, Peter,” Chad said, stepping into the hallway. Peter stalked toward him, all the day’s troubles fading into the background of his mind. He pushed Chad up against the wall and kissed him, leaning his whole body against Chad’s.
“I had a really shitty day,” he said, pulling away. He pushed Chad’s face up and to the side, exposing his throat for a wet kiss and a sharp scrape of teeth.
Chad was leaving in just a few days, and Peter didn’t want to let him leave without claiming him. The urge to just bite down and be done with it was intense and almost irresistible.
By the sound of his moaning, Chad wouldn’t complain one bit.
Peter pulled away. He would ask Chad to be his mate, but not while they were both thinking with their knots.
“Can you be good for me tonight?” he asked. Reaching up, he cradled Chad’s face and pressed against his lower lip with histhumb. Chad tried to take it into his mouth, but Peter wouldn’t let him.
“Yes, alpha,” Chad said, leaning into the touch.
“I want to try something new,” Peter said, licking his lips. “Something that you might not like. You can stop at any time, and I’ll check in with you to see how you’re doing. Okay?”
Chad’s pupils had swallowed his eyes, and he was already creeping into sub space. Peter just loved how easy he was.
“I need you to answer.”
Chad took a deep breath. “I understand.”
