Blood Claim Laura Mykles (best classic novels txt) 📖

died, and when he was really tired he saw her in the kitchen, puttering around in the dead of night when the elderly had trouble sleeping, fixing herself a pot of tea or a piece of toast. She saw him; he knew she did, but she barely acknowledged him with a nod before going back to her business at hand.

"She's still here."

"And are you still pining for your master?"

"Corbin, don't."

Corbin stepped on the rug, kicking off his shoes. His socks came next, and only barefoot did a hint of softness enter his face. “So, you want to fuck or not?"

Luke shook his head. “Can you at least pretend you give a rat's ass? Please, Corbin. For me."

For a moment, Corbin flushed. “My bad. If you want to pretend you don't think I'm a bastard and I don't remember that you think I'm really nothing to you, we can,” he said. “I like the couch. Can we fuck here, please?"

It was good enough, all things considered. Luke knew he shouldn't have said anything. Corbin wasn't his; he didn't have to be the one trying to change everything about him. It wasn't the first time they'd gotten back together for sex—hell, it wasn't the first time this month—but it was the first time they'd gotten to the taking-off-clothes part without at least one screaming match.

Corbin pulled off his sweater. He'd lost weight since he was human; the last of his fast food diet had sweated out of him. He'd always been thin, despite everything he ate, but he was hard now, in all senses of the word. His stomach was flat—no six-pack apparent—but Luke had never found that particularly attractive. And his pectorals had finally come, his chest no longer caved in. He hadn't taken off his gloves. He wouldn't, not unless Luke asked him to. He stood, wearing only leather and jeans, waiting for Luke to give him a sign, but Luke just wanted another minute to soak in the view.

"You are beautiful,” he said.

"Thank you,” Corbin said. He swallowed, needlessly. “Do you want me to continue?"

"If you want to."

Corbin frowned, but only for a second. This was the point where he liked Luke to just take over, make all the decisions or just worship his cock, but Luke just wasn't interested in the old roles. Corbin undid his jeans, sliding them off quickly as though Luke couldn't or wouldn't see his lack of underwear, and then he was completely naked save for the gloves. “There. You happy?” The voice was harder than Corbin probably intended, but he was flushed all over, and his cock was already semi-hard. Like it or not—and Luke knew Corbin didn't like it at all—there was a strong streak in him that enjoyed being watched, regardless of how open that left him.

"I'm happy,” Luke told him. “You can relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

Another disgusted sound, but Corbin moved his hands to his thighs, palms out, and stroked the inside of his thighs with his gloves. Luke recognized the sound. It was Corbin's that will cost you extra noise, but at least he didn't say it. Luke knew Corbin loved him, but it was in his own way and at his own pace, and that was something that they could never agree on.

"Don't go back, then. Stay with me now,” Corbin said. “Please."

"I'm here. Do you want to take off your gloves?"

Corbin looked down to his fingers. “Not particularly."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

Corbin only nodded. His hair was short—something new for him since they'd broken up—but still he swept imaginary hair off his neck, offering his throat to Luke. “I drank more for you,” he said. “I always drink more for you. Would you drink from me?"

That was something Luke could do. He went to Corbin and kissed the tight line of muscle over his collarbone. “Do you want me to bite here?” he asked and kissed the base of his neck where the vein surfaced.

Corbin only nodded. Luke bit down into the warm skin and felt the first bit of blood in his mouth. He shouldn't have gone so long between his feedings. The hunger forced the feeding into something more primal, and he couldn't stop himself from growling. Corbin put his head down, hands open and behind his back, and didn't try to escape. Cory let him feed past the point where Luke knew he should stop. But the blood was sweet and hot, and he was hungry and cold. When he finally broke away, Corbin had to brace himself on the couch just under his ass.

Luke pulled off his clothes, letting them stay where they landed, and waited while Corbin recovered enough to drop down to his knees. He crawled to where his jeans were, in front of the couch, and pulled out a thin tube. He used the couch to support his weight on his elbow so that he could smear some of the lube onto his fingers.

Luke stroked the small of Corbin's back gently. Corbin only flinched after he pushed the second finger inside himself, and even then only for a second. “We don't have to do this,” Luke said. “I can suck you, if you want."

"No,” Corbin said, voice short. He forced himself to take a deep breath, and holding it inside him seemed to help. Luke didn't know why, and he supposed if he did, there wouldn't be the wall there was between them.

"Okay,” Corbin said, still short. He let the rest of the breath out, then took another. “I mean, I'm ready. If you are, Luke."

If Luke had used a pair of pliers to pull the words out, they wouldn't have arrived any more mangled or broken. Corbin was waiting for him on his hands and knees, head inches away from the cushions, but it was wrong. Luke knew Corbin would hate it. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the couch and pulled Corbin up to him. Corbin's face relaxed. “Thanks,”