Page 157 of Claim Me
I snort. "That doesn’t matter. I’ll remain your bodyguard and contractual husband no matter what, and either way I’ll be a target just by being close to you, so it changes nothing."
He sighs. "That’s a valid point."
"And as for our close ones, if you want, we don’t have to tell anyone for now. It can stay an experiment, as you called it. You can treat it as a way to check… whether this relationship is right for you, without changing how others see you, without them gossiping, being nosy…"
"On the other hand, I don’t want you to think I’m ashamed of you."
"I won’t think that. I see it as simple caution. I know, as a scientist, you think about stuff a bit differently, in a more… structured way. There’s no point in creating a sensation before you’re sure you really want this, and the ‘test phase’ is over."
"A reasonable idea." Blue smiles faintly.
"I really understand you, Blue. You’re almost famous for staying away from relationships, for dedicating yourself only to science. It’s almost like a reputation to uphold. I don’t want to ruin it before we’re… more solid in your eyes."
Blue squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, and lets out a heavy breath.
"I never thought I’d enter any kind of relationship, and I even didn’t feel the temptation… but something changed when you appeared. For the first time, I let myself think about more than a solitary life. About trying to… dig deeper into the possibilities of…"
Silence falls.
His cheeks take on a deeper shade of red. And I can just read it in him, like in an open book.
"Of pleasure? It works both ways, you know."
"When you’re—" he stops, he clearly can’t finish the sentence.
"When I’m close?"
He lets out a small, impatient huff. "Yes! Something changes, and new… feelings emerge within me. Needs I didn’t know before."
"That’s good, right? I believe we’re perfect for each other, Blue… Because I feel something powerful in me for you too, like I never have before, even though I thought I wanted Marcel, but oh boy, I was so wrong. You awaken a truly wild alpha in me, it’s like another dimension!"
His hand rests on my cheek for a few seconds, and then it starts to move again, his index finger brushing along my cheekbone while his thumb slowly traces my lower lip.
The touch is both pleasant and exciting, and I’m just eagerly absorbing it like a sponge, breathing deeply, simply enjoying it.
But then Blue’s half-lidded eyes drop to my mouth, and I decide to take the risk, surprising myself.
Incredibly slowly, I lean in slightly and brush his lips first, tentatively, just testing the water, just scratching the surface. When I don’t feel any resistance, I press closer, tasting that sweetness again, the feeling that always comes alive when I touch him, like an electric shock tearing through my cells.
His lips are so surprisingly soft, inviting, and sweet and I sink into them blissfully, searching again for his willing tongue, and he doesn’t deny me. In a slow, sensual rhythm, our tongues brush, tangle, slide over each other, and we're slipping into each other’s mouths in turn, first mine into his, then his into mine, while my hand wraps gently around his waist and pulls him closer, my fingers trailing slowly along the line of his spine as the heat between us rises fast.
The kisses grow more intense, more hungry. The sweet tension builds, the atmosphere intensifies, and it feels like something inside me is about to snap! Only then do I pull away from his lips and move down to his neck in what I guess is an instinctive reaction for an alpha, searching for glands I could kiss and suck, but that’s the moment I make a mistake.
When my lips reach his neck, close to where his glands used to be, Blue’s hand suddenly tenses against my chest and pushes my head away.
His cheeks are flushed when he speaks, his voice tense.
"I don’t want you to kiss me there."
"I… want to kiss your whole body."
"But I don’t want you touching the scars where my glands were. That’s… too much for me right now."
I stay quiet for a moment, then nod, because I know I shouldn’t push that and lose the sweet momentum.
So I lean in again, this time sliding my lips along his jaw, his chin, his throat, moving down to his collarbones, avoiding his shoulders.
My fingers quickly undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing his slim chest. I can feel a flicker of unease in him, a trace of that tension from before, but when my mouth closes over his nipple, Blue lets out a quiet sigh. So apparently that was the right call.
