Blood Claim by Laura Mykles (free e books to read .txt) 📕

"How long has it been this bad?” Luke asked.

"I'm not looking for you to be my shrink right now,” Corbin said and climbed up onto the couch. He turned around, not facing Luke. If Luke had said something, he knew Corbin would have turned around, but in that moment, he honestly didn't want to see how broken Corbin still was. “Accept this for what it is,” Corbin said, and it was so close to what Luke had just been thinking, a stab of guilt caught him.

"Just a snack before a booty call,” Luke said, knowing he should just push Corbin away. It should have been easy, with Corbin not even facing him, but his shoulders were bowed, and Luke just couldn't do it. Corbin wouldn't argue. Luke could see him getting dressed, despite how close the sunrise was, and walking out into the growing light. Luke took Corbin's hips, unable to ask him to stay, but wanting him to know that Luke wanted him to stay.

"You got it,” Corbin said, but if it was to what Luke said or what he didn't say, Luke would never know. Corbin sank down over Luke's cock. For a moment there was too much resistance. It hurt, but just for a second before Corbin opened up for him. “Let me. Please, Luke."

That didn't come out as hard. Luke removed his hands, locking them behind his head. Corbin braced himself on Luke's knee, with upper body strength that Luke could only envy. Their bodies didn't forget their rhythm. Corbin started slow, knowing Luke preferred it that way. Luke closed his eyes, giving in to the growing tension.

"Admit it. You missed me,” Corbin said. He came to rest in Luke's lap. Luke wanted to grab his shoulders, pulling him even further down, but he didn't.

There was no reason to answer, so Luke didn't. “You can hold my hips,” Corbin said. “Just don't—"

Just don't try to control him, Luke thought. He didn't have to; Luke had learned his lesson. Only once Luke's hand was in place did Corbin really start to move. He fucked himself, using Luke more as a tool rather than as a partner, and with his head bowed Luke had nothing to look at but Corbin's well-muscled back. Luke could have stood up and forced him over the couch, but wouldn't. It had taken them over a year before they'd actually achieved penetration with anything bigger than a finger. Luke remembered teasing Corbin that it must have meant that he'd been a pretty lousy hustler, but Cory, who had been licking his own finger, had stopped for just a second. “Or a very good one,” he'd said, simply, and gone back to sucking his finger.

"Slap me,” Corbin said, voice distant. “Both hands. Please, Luke."

Luke rubbed Corbin's skin. It was easier with Corbin not to be able to see his face. Luke slapped him, flat hand open. The hand print pinked instantly and its heat radiated. Corbin thrust back, groaning in pain, but he was harder for the blow. “Again,” he moaned.

Luke slapped him again, catching him only with his fingertips. It was a stinging blow, harder than Luke intended, but it only pulled another moan from Corbin. “Don't stop,” he said, throwing his head back. “Just don't stop. Please."

"I won't,” Luke promised. And he wouldn't. Corbin's cheeks turned a deep ruby red. He was close. His shoulders shuddered, and the moans he made were softer, now full of need. Luke grabbed onto his hips, something he would never be allowed to do unless Corbin was completely in his headspace.

Corbin reached behind him, and the leather on his fingers was as warm as his skin. He sought out Luke's hands, entwining their fingers. He leaned back into Luke's chest. The tension in his body was electric, and he stopped fucking himself on Luke's cock to better ... writhe—if that was the word for it—against Luke's body. He let go, trying to get Luke to dig his nails into the bare skin of Corbin's thighs, to mark him, but Luke kept his fingers straight.

"You bastard.” Corbin was already coming. His entire body shuddered, and he tightened his muscles on Luke. For a moment it was too much, but Luke grabbed Corbin's hips and pulled him all the way down. Luke pushed him away, then pulled himself back, and that was enough. He came too, biting down into Corbin's shoulder, and Corbin only shuddered again. The blood tasted of Corbin's need. Luke's orgasm crested too quickly, overwhelming for just the split second, and when it receded, it left him empty and broken. Corbin remained still for another minute, his entire body just waiting for Luke to push him off. But instead, Luke just kissed the spot he'd bitten, cleaning it off until the wound closed itself.

Afterward they went downstairs. If Luke had offered the invitation, it would have probably sparked an argument, so he didn't ask. It was full daylight outside, and they both felt it in their bones. Luke's body always felt heavier during the day. It was more difficult for him to move or even articulate coherent sentences. Corbin didn't feel it as strongly, but they still went silently and stiffly down to the store room. Luke had converted it to his master bedroom, but he still thought of it as a store room. The concrete on the floor had been made of churned and hardened earth, and it was more welcoming to him during the day than the finest carpet could have been. It kept the room cool and protected them while the sun raged on above them.

They fell into their own sides of the bed and didn't touch as they fell asleep. Luke woke up once during the day while the sun was hot enough to reach even the basement. The radiation flooded his body, making him feel like he was in the throes of a hangover.

Corbin's naked arm was over the covers. He'd taken off his glove, something that Luke had