Page 43 of Tell No Tales
"Vadim. Look at me."
He wouldn't look up, so Klaus resorted to drastic measures."You'll never wear gloves around me again. I want you, skin to skin. All of it."
Vadim met his gaze and blinked slowly, and a tear ran down his cheek. "You mean it?"
Klaus swallowed hard against the new feelings rising in his throat. He could say it in his head again, but Vadim needed to hear it aloud to know it was true. "I forbid you to wear your gloves when we're alone. I want you to feel me."
More tears slipped down Vadim's cheeks as he nodded. "As you say."
Klaus kissed him again, loving the taste of himself on Vadim's tongue.
"For both of us."
"Aye. For both of us."
Klaus shoved Vadim onto his back and planted his bare hands on either side of his head. "It's my turn to pleasure you."
He kissed Vadim, and then continued kissing down his body, loving the way his breath hitched when he found the sensitive areas between his ribs. He licked Vadim's nipples to full attention, receiving curses for both, and a heady moan when he licked around the edges of his navel. Finally, he took Vadim's cock in his mouth, tasting his precome and teasing at his tip and foreskin.
Gods, Vadim was right. Their link went beyond hearing every thought. Klaus felt every emotion as Vadim lost his stranglehold on his control and slipped further and further into bliss. Klaus had never experienced anything like it. He also understood how Vadim had resisted him before. Vadim was touch-starved, and Klaus had been too heavy-handed the first time they'd rutted together. Vadim resisted Klaus's sure, heavy strokes, but he melted into the softer ones.
Vadim loved it when Klaus was close and trembling, which he was all over again from feeling Vadim's sensations alongside his own actions as he took Vadim's cock to the back of his throat. It was a mind fuck, but in all the right ways.
Klaus never wanted it to stop, but he knew Vadim couldn't take much more edging. He was ready to bolt above deck for his gloves as it was. His hands itched for them. Klaus didn't understand the need, but he couldn't stand the thought of hurting Vadim by making him wait another moment. He slid his tongue along the underside of Vadim's gland and cupped his balls, giving them the lightest squeeze as they tensed.
Vadim grunted as he came, coating Klaus's tongue with his salty sweet tang. Klaus eagerly swallowed it down. Instead of repeating the favor and teasing Vadim mercilessly, he stayed between Vadim's legs and held his cock in his mouth, licking him clean and then just holding him as his cock softened. Vadim sank back against the mattress. They lay together like that for several minutes until Vadim's cock had returned to its usual flaccid state and Klaus's had retreated to half-mast.
He shifted upward until he could lay his head on Vadim's shoulder. Vadim turned his head to meet his gaze, and the world shifted. Vadim felt it, too, the eerie scratching of power Klaus always felt when weavers were nearby. Many weavers, by the feel of it.
"Ship," Klaus said. "They have a seeker, too. Olivia's a stronger suppressor, so we'll have time.
Klaus didn't recognize the seeker, and he couldn't feel the familiar distortion of Coryn's power, so at least she wasn't with them. Still, any ship carrying that many weavers and a seeker was most likely a naval vessel.
"We need to warn the captain," Vadim said. He was up and out of the crate before Klaus could sit up.
Klaus wanted to stay where he was and let Vadim deal with his former crew, but he quickly dressed and followed Vadim on deck to explain what he'd sensed from the approaching ship.
Chapter 11
Vadim
A swirl of gray mist pooled in the stairway leading to the deck. Vadim grinned. Leave it to Hannah to see the enemy ship before Klaus felt it. Unless Vadim had distracted Klaus, and the ship had gotten too close.
"Not a chance," Klaus said behind him. "They just came into range for me. Hannah's sight must be better."
Klaus caught up with him on deck and laced their fingers together before Vadim could pull on his gloves. They were still in the pile with his boots, pants, and shirt. He'd tossed them off without thinking before diving in after Klaus. Now, he gathered the gloves in his free hand and stuffed them in his back pocket.
He could barely make out Niall's silhouette in the fog. A few feet beyond, Milton sipped water from a ladle.
Vadim almost tripped over Nola and Olivia, who were sitting cross-legged on deck. "Fuck's sake!" he hissed, trying to keep his voice to a whisper. "What are you doing?"
"Catching up," Nola said, her raspy voice already barely more than a whisper. "You didn't tell me you had a seeker."
"It wasn't any of your business." He ignored the implication in her gaze, especially when it dropped to their interlocked hands and followed to where Klaus rested his head on Vadim's shoulder. She'd probably gotten an earful if she'd tried her water listening trick while he and Klaus were in the hold.
"At least they're not barreling down on us like your ship." Klaus's breath was warm against the side of Vadim's neck as he whispered.
"No? What are they doing?" Nola asked. "I've tried listening in on them, but they're deathly quiet." She scoffed. "And the two of you were bloody loud."
