Page 212 of Claim Me
Then he stands up and walks over to the mirror, running his fingers over the spot.
He just stares for a moment, then turns back to me. "I… don’t want to talk about this right now."
With my mouth gaping, I stare.
"Why not? That sounds like good news, something to study…"
Blue closes his eyes for a second.
"Please. It’s a lot, Gabriel. Too much right now. I need time."
I watch him, trying to understand, because this isn’t how he usually reacts to news of this caliber. He should be curious, focused, ready to break it down and analyze it, but instead there’s something else there, something almost like fear.
The truth is that since our conversation on the yacht, we haven’t brought up the topic of his accident and the regeneration of his glands; we’ve been avoiding it, focused on other events.
I struggle with how to react now, whether to push and offer my support or respect his wish.
"Okay," I say quietly, letting go of the idea of turning the conversation into a ‘therapy’ session. I’m aware this concerns a deep wound from his past, and a simple chat may not fix the problem.
But because Blue just stands there, shoulders slightly slumped, I decide to move toward him, pulling him into an embrace. Even if I can’t offer psychological support, I can offer him… a warm hug. Just be there, close to him, creating space for him.
He’s stiff at first, such a typical reaction of his, so I keep it gentle, guiding him back toward the bed and lying down with him, holding him close without saying anything.
If he needs space, not questions, then I give it to him.
I start purring, knowing he likes it, the steady vibration filling the room.
We stay like that for a while, his warmth against me, his scent wrapping around me, and my body reacts to it… but so does his, because after a while he turns his face toward me and says softly,
"Make love to me, Gabriel."
So I do.
Slow, unhurried, with lazy kisses instead of urgency, careful not to touch too close to the places that are changing, easing into him, and as I do I feel like by lowering my pressure on him, he lets me in deeper… his energy, the Bond between us getting stronger, more ready, and…
…something extra opens up.
Before I know it, I’mallowedto reach a dark place inside him, buried deep in his fortress.
A memory.
Blue on a hospital bed, curled in on himself.
Crying, trying to muffle it, pressing his hands against his face, fighting it, like he’s desperately pushing the pain back inside.
The day before… they told him his glands had to beremoved.
The doctor explaining that he would only go through a normal human maturation, that the full omega development would never happen, that his senses would never fully form, that he would never carry a child, never go into heat…
All of it taken from him.
I feel as though I'm standing in this hospital room with him, seeing everything.
The pain is overwhelming, tearing through him, reshaping him…
He splits into two people.
One part of him is shrinking, fading,dying, while something harder and colder takes its place, and I feel it so clearly that it makes me shiver, like I’ve stepped into freezing water.
