Page 67 of Tell No Tales
Klaus
Klaus was on the edge again, so close to coming that a stiff breeze across his nipples would set him off. When Vadim found and tweaked them, the over-stimulation brought him back down a little, but only until the death weaver writhed beneath him.
"Oh, fuck. Klaus." Vadim's gorgeous green eyes flared open as he came, locking gazes with Klaus and drawing him in. He could hear every thought and feel Vadim's heartbeat as though it was his own. Vadim was scared, of him. It didn't make sense, and Klaus refused to think about it now, not while his own pleasure slammed into him like a tidal wave, pulling him under and sending him crashing to Vadim's chest, clinging to him like a barnacle and kissing him senseless as his body jerked and twitched with each pulse of his cock.
Klaus had fucked a lot, but he'd never had sex quite like this. The pleasure house caretakers had warned of getting too attached. Was that what this was? Klaus would never get enough of Vadim, he knew that much, but was it more than insatiable desire?
Before he thought about it more, he heard a scratch at the door. Klaus rose to his knees to open it.
Mewskers scampered inside. He jumped onto Vadim's chest before Vadim could move and batted at a strand of hair stuck to the side of his neck with sweat.
"Stay," Klaus said when Vadim tried to sit up. He grabbed the fresh rag Vadim had brought to clean them up and wiped at the cum drying on his chest.
"We need baths again," Vadim grumbled.
"It's still bath day." Klaus grinned. "Hannah's shower rig looks like fun."
"We can't use it together." Vadim glared at him.
"Why not?"
"They'll know."
"They already know. Nola told them last time." Klaus frowned. "Are you ashamed of me?"
Vadim blinked. "What?"
"Why don't you want them to know?"
"I thought you would deny me." Vadim said the most ridiculous things sometimes. "They hate me. They won't want to be friends with you if they know you're with me."
Mewskers took a vicious swipe at Vadim's shoulder, making him yelp. He gently scooped the kitten to the mattress and hustled away from him, curling up into a ball in the corner of the crate.
Klaus followed him with the towel, wiping him as clean as he could and then handing him a pillow to protect his delicate bits against the rambunctious kitten.
"Gods, why is he coming after me?" Vadim asked.
"Probably because your head is filled with wrong ideas."
"What wrong ideas?"
"The crew doesn't hate you. Tovey's afraid of you, sure, but everyone on board respects who you are and what you can do in a fight."
Vadim snorted. "Olivia wishes I would have stayed in Hearthstone."
"Olivia likes her job as first mate, and she sees your return as a threat," Klaus corrected. "Or she did until Efren reassured her you wouldn't be taking her place."
"See? Efren hates me."
Klaus could be just as stubborn. He crossed his arms over his bare chest. "He knows you won't be happy as first mate again. You were the captain ofImperial Fool.You belong at the helm of your own crew."
"No one would sail with me."
"I would," Klaus said. "I may not be able to keep the ship moving, but I can swab the deck for you." He withheld the obvious, that he would keep Vadim's bed warm at night, unless it was a sail bed. Hells, he might even try to sleep in the sail bed again, if he also got to sleep with Vadim.
"Once Hugo releases the navy, you'll have mates begging to be on your ship," Klaus added. "Your reputation precedes you."
"I wouldn't trust them," Vadim said. "I'll have people trying to get close enough to kill me."
