Chapter 18–NIKOLAI

NIKOLAI

CLAUDE'S BODY WAS like ice beneath my hands, his skin pale, his limbs limp. His bare feet shuffled against the carpeted hallway, and I cursed under my breath as I shrugged off my shirt and pulled it over his trembling frame—enough to cover his bits.

"Come on," I muttered, gripping his waist as I practically carried him down the corridor.

We reached the door, and I swiped the key card. The lock beeped, the door clicked open, and I pushed us inside. Claude stumbled, collapsing onto the bed with a groan, his face twisting in discomfort as his hands clawed at his thighs. He shifted restlessly, his head slipping under the shirt, his fingers curling around his cock as he let out another broken moan.

I crossed the room, grabbed his face, and forced his eyes open. They were glazed and dilated, his lips parted as his tongue darted out to wet them.

"You were drugged," I said, my tone flat, though anger burned hot in my chest.

He groaned, his hand shooting out to grip the back of my neck. With strength I didn't know he had, he yanked me closer, our faces almost touching. His breath ghosted over my lips, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"Heat," he panted, his voice ragged, his other hand stroking his dick as his hips jerked helplessly.

I grabbed his wrist, prying his hand away. "You need to cool down, Claude," I said, hauling him to his feet. He didn't fight me, but his head lolled forward, his breaths heavy and uneven.

"I'm so hot, Nikolai!" he gasped as I dragged him into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, ice-cold water blasting down, soaking us both.

He turned to face me, his wet blond hair plastered to his flushed cheeks, and whimpered, "And so hard."

His hands gripped my shoulders, his head falling against my chest as he pressed his slick body against mine. My hands settled on his hips, holding him steady as my jaw clenched.

"I see whatever they drugged you with is making you bold," I said, my voice strained. He moaned in response, his lips brushing against my neck, his breath scalding.

I tilted my head back slightly, unable to help the sharp exhale that escaped me. His teeth grazed my skin, then his mouth latched onto my neck, sucking. The sensation sent a jolt straight to my cock, and I growled, grabbing his face and pinning him against the cold tiles.

"You're out of it, Claude, and you're making it really fucking hard to be a good man right now," I rasped, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes.

His blue gaze met mine, wild, desperate and dilated. "Then don't be. I need you, Nikolia."

The way he said my name, the way his body arched into me, his cock hard and leaking against my stomach—it shattered every ounce of restraint I had left.

I turned us around, pressing him against the wall as the water pounded against my back. My eyes roamed over his trembling body before locking onto his flushed face.

"Claude," I murmured, my voice rough as gravel. "Tell me it's you, and not the fucking drugs."

"It's me," he whispered, his hands sliding around my neck, his lips ghosting over mine. "I need you. Please."

I didn't hesitate. My mouth crashed against his, devouring him in a kiss that left no space between us. He opened for me instantly, his tongue tangling with mine as he moaned into my mouth.

"Open wider," I growled against his lips, and he obeyed, letting me take everything I wanted.

My hand slid down his chest, over his trembling stomach, and wrapped around his cock. He gasped, his head falling back against the tiles as I stroked him slowly, savoring the way his body shook beneath my touch.

"You're so fucking sensitive," I said, my thumb brushing over the head of his dick, spreading the precum that slicked the tip.

"More," he begged, his voice wrecked as his hips bucked into my hand.

I tightened my grip, stroking him faster as my free hand cupped his ass, my fingers teasing the slick heat I found there. I bit back a curse, knowing exactly what had been done to him, but I shoved the rage aside. There'd be time for revenge later.

His cries grew louder, echoing in the small space, and when he came with a broken moan, spilling over my hand, I didn't let go. I watched him ride it out, his body trembling, his lips parted as he slumped forward against me.

"More," he whispered again, his voice shaking. "I want you inside me."

I froze, my hand stilling on his cock as I met his gaze. His pupils had cleared, his blue eyes more steady and sure.

"Claude," I said, my voice low and warning, "are you sure this is all you?"

He reached down, fumbling with my belt, and pushed my pants and underwear down with trembling hands. His fingers wrapped around my length, stroking me with a confidence that had my control snapping.

"It's me," he said, his voice soft but certain. "I want you to fuck me, Nikolai. Please."

I groaned, pressing my forehead against his. "Christ, Claude." I cussed, my hands moving to the shirt on his body and I snapped them, the buttons, flying all over the place.

My fingers found his ass again and I teased his hole before pushing two fingers in. "Ahh…" Claude moaned, his head falling back, cock twitching against mine.

"That's it." I rasped, one hand wrapping around his back and pulling him closer to me. "Open up for me." I whispered against his lips.

His eyes were closed, brows pulled down with slow shallow moans leaving his lips as I widened his tight rim.

His eyes snapped open, moth opened in a chocked moan. "Fuck. I want you in me." He moaned, hands gripping my biceps.

I pulled my fingers out of him, took a step back and stepped out of my pants that had pooled around my feet.

My lips handed on his neck, sucking and biting on the skin. My hands wrapped around his thighs as I lifted him, his legs wrapping around my waist. His slick heat pressed against me, and I guided myself to his entrance, teasing him with the head of my cock.

"This won't be gentle," I growled, my voice rough with need.

"I don't want gentle," he gasped, his nails digging into my shoulders, shoes digging into my back. "I want you. Now."

With a sharp thrust, I buried myself inside him, his cry of pleasure mixing with the sound of the water pounding down around us. His body arched against mine, his hands gripping my shoulders.

"Yebat, Claude," I rasped as I bottomed out and stilled, trying to catch my breath. "You're so fucking tight."

Even under the blasting water, my body felt hot and his hole gripped my cock, tight and almost fucking painfully but fuck was it everything I never knew I was missing.

"Move." Claude panted and I didn't need to be told twice as I pulled back and slammed back into him, a cry leaving his lips, his body trembling and my hands tightening on his thighs.

"Ahh. Fuck—yes." He moaned as I continued my thrusts— hard and relentless.

"Don't stop," he panted, his head falling back as his nails raked down my back. "Nikolai...don't stop."

"Fuck, you're perfect," I rasped, my forehead falling against his as I watched him. His face was wrecked, lips parted, eyes half-lidded, every gasp and cry ripped straight from his chest.

"Nikolai!" he moaned, his voice breaking, and the sound went straight to my dick, making me thrust even harder.

His nails scraped down my back, stinging and grounding me in the best way. I bit his jaw, soothing the mark with my tongue, and felt him clench around me, his cries louder now, desperate and raw.

"That's it, Claude," I groaned, my hands sliding down to grip his ass, spreading him wider. The angle changed, and his whole body jerked as a scream tore from his throat.

"Right there!" he gasped, his nails digging into my shoulders. "Fuck, right there, Niko."

"Say it again. Say my name," I demanded, my teeth sinking into the curve of his neck as I pounded into him, hitting that same spot over and over.

"Nikolai," he sobbed, his voice breaking on the syllable, his cock trapped between us, dripping and slick against my stomach. "Please—don't stop. I'm so close."

"You're gonna cum for me, Claude," I growled, one hand slipping between us to wrap around his cock. I stroked him in time with my thrusts, my grip firm, my thumb circling the swollen head.

"Yes," he gasped, his body trembling, his head falling back against the tiles. "Yes, yes—fuck!"

His cries turned to sobs of pleasure as he came, his cock pulsing in my hand, thick ropes spilling over my fingers and onto his stomach. His body tightened around me, his walls clenching so hard it nearly undid me.

"Claude," I groaned, slamming into him one last time before I followed, my cock pulsing as I spilled deep inside him. My whole body tensed as the pleasure ripped through me, so intense I could barely breathe.

I buried my face in his neck, my breaths harsh against his skin as we both shook, water blasting down over us, washing away the sweat.

Claude's fingers curled weakly into my hair, his breath warm against my ear. "You didn't stop," he whispered, his voice hoarse but teasing.

"Never," I promised, my voice guttural as I lost myself in him, in the way he felt, the way he moaned my name like a fucking prayer.

Claude was mine, and anyone who tried to hurt him would fucking pay.