He’s been alone so long. The realization penetrated through the worry and settled into Abbie’s mind. Claude had been alone, despite being surrounded by coven members. He’d had no one to turn to, to show his weakness or need to.
“You don’t have to ask me. Not for this. Not for sex. Not for comfort. Not for anything you need.” Abbie pulled the collar down more and arched his neck. He heard the material rip slightly.
And he heard Claude’s breath hitch.
Abbie brought his other hand up and ripped the t-shirt open. It was a move he might have laughed at if someone else had done it, but the soft moan it got him from Claude told him he’d done the right thing.
“I—I j-just—“ Claude’s pupils shone red as he zeroed in on Abbie’s throat. “I can’t,” he whispered before his fangs slipped down.
“You can,” Abbie assured him, though he wasn’t a hundred percent certain what Claude was referring to. Abbie shrugged the shirt off. “Come here.”
He knew that Claude needed to cede control. That much Abbie got. Claude moved into his arms, but not before Abbie noted the jerky movements of his limbs.
Claude was, almost without fail, graceful and fluid when he moved. That he wasn’t now bespoke of his chaotic state of mind.
Abbie knew Claude was blaming himself, and that he wouldn’t have mourned or shown anything that could be perceived as weakness around anyone else.
“Only me,” Abbie murmured as he buried his hands in Claude’s thick, dark hair. “Only I give this to you.”
“Only you.” Claude pressed in close and Abbie wished he’d have removed their clothes first.
But no. He wanted this to be for Claude. The vamp was about to rattle his bones right out of his own body, he’d begun shaking so hard.
Abbie pushed lightly on the back of Claude’s head. With his other hand, he reached between them. Claude sucked in his taut belly and Abbie soon had his palm over a rigid, hot cock.
He rubbed, and Claude’s breathy response shot through him like a fine, warm whisky, heating him up in a sensual way.
Letting go of Claude was difficult but necessary. “Unfasten your pants and belt,” he directed quietly but firmly. He moved back just enough to let Claude get his hands between them and have some maneuvering room. It wasn’t but a few seconds before he had the access he wanted. “Perfect. Now your shoes, then kick out of the rest.”
Claude divested himself of the bottom half of his clothing.
Abbie took care of the top, following the same manner he’d rid himself of his.
Buttons went flying off the stark white shirt. He was glad Claude hadn’t been wearing a tie. The jacket, however, was in the way.
Abbie grunted as he shoved the whole mess off.
“Now take what you need,” he said, opening his arms once again.
The sound Claude made was torn from his core. He was against Abbie in a flash.
Abbie slid one thigh between Claude’s legs. He gripped a handful of butt and encouraged Claude to rut. “Come when you need to.”
Claude sniffled, which could have been an aborted giggle or a restrained sob. Abbie didn’t ask. He let the man keep that one secret.
Abbie again tilted his head. “Bite me. Come on me.”
Claude practically shredded the pants right off of Abbie without saying a word.
Had Claude not so obviously needed him, needed the rough, Abbie might have teased him. Not this morning, when Claude was hurting.
Abbie cupped his nape. “Do it. Give me everything.” Give up that hollow, lonely feeling inside. Abbie knew it was there. Like recognized like, as his grandma used to say.
Claude clutched at him with a bruising strength. “Sorr—“
“No. Don’t even apologize for needing me.” Abbie let his fingers drift into Claude’s crack. “I need you just as much.”
Claude’s broken keen almost did Abbie in. His eyes burned and he blinked rapidly as Claude began to move. He pushed up with his leg and Claude rocked faster, harder, his cock so hot and rigid against Abbie’s thigh.
Abbie’s arousal was nearly as strong, but he held himself back. He would take care of Claude.
But Claude had other plans, fumbling at first then palming Abbie’s cock. Abbie’s knees went weak but he remained upright. He was quickly becoming utterly absorbed in Claude’s body against his, in the sight and sound and scent of the man.
Abbie knew this desperation, had felt it before when he’d been a human and lost first his brother, then his father. He’d had that driving, primitive urge to prove that he was still alive, to find a way to escape the pain of being alive when others weren’t.
The memories hit him and he spun Claude around. Neither of them should be thinking, he decided as the tumbled onto the bed.
Claude huffed but Abbie kept most of his weight off of Claude. He settled into the v of Claude’s parted legs and thrust.
Claude moaned and tried to clasp both of their cocks in hand.
“No,” Abbie said, rubbing harder. “Bite me.”
Claude thrashed his head, his eyes closed. Then he snapped them open and hissed, flashing every bit of those long, sharp fangs.
Abbie almost came on the spot. He rutted desperately, Claude’s hips jutting up to meet him thrust for thrust.
When Claude flipped him, Abbie was the one to moan. His back barely hit the bed before fangs pierced his skin. “Ah!” That first, long, deep draw tore him up with pleasure. He shook as he bucked up, his cum spreading between them.
Claude stiffened and more wet heat slicked their skin.
Abbie wasn’t aware of time, of anything other than the blissful release and the feel of his mate coming apart for him. He wanted to stay in bed and hold Claude, to comfort and keep him from the dangers outside their home.
Stupid, he knew. Claude was the ultimate predator, after all.
But he was also a man, who cared about his people, and felt guilt and sadness when he lost one of them.
And he was the man that Abbie loved more with each passing minute.