Whoever was knocking definitely had some kind of personal vendetta against my sex life.

I froze under Kieran’s weight, bemoaning my horrible luck as his chest heaved against mine, his hand still wrapped snugly around my throat like we were in the middle of an Alpha-themed adult film.

“Alpha,” came an aged gravelly voice, so deep and self-important I wanted to gag. “Kindly open the door.

I must speak to you now.”

Kieran’s growl rumbled through me, I could get used to this. I used ...