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“How come you don’t do anything physical with people in this form?” I asked gently, running my thumb across his knuckles. I could see fading cuts and bruises and grazes on them, most likely from his fights at Cratos, as well as many old scars.

“I mean, I have. In the past. But… not for a while.” He shrugged. “I’ve always felt more awkward like this. Kind of… clumsy and too big and bulky. Like I take up too much room. I know that doesn’t make much sense, because my werewolf form is actually bigger, but that feels more… natural.”

“I understand.” I lifted our joined hands to press a kiss to his busted knuckles. “But you don’t take up too much room. You take up just enough room. I think you’re just as lovely like this as you are in your werewolf form.”

His teeth sank into his lower lip as he gazed at me, throat bobbing a few times. “Thanks, Klaus. I think you’re… you… you’re so pretty,” he croaked, tightening his fingers around mine. “You’re really beautiful.”

I smiled. How come it felt so different hearing that from Brian than it had from Clarence the Creep?

Well, a part of me already knew. Because it wasn’t a line. Because he really meant it. He wasn’t just saying it.

“Thank you.” I kissed his sore knuckles again. “I know I am,” I added teasingly to lighten the mood.

He smiled, his gaze roaming over my face before he focused on our linked hands.

“I’ve just got more, um, anxious and stuff as I’ve got older,” he continued after a few seconds. “I’m not sure why. But, so, yeah… I haven’t had sex in this form since my early twenties, I think.”

My brows shot up, but I mostly tempered my reaction. “Are you sure you’re happy to kiss me now, Brian? That must mean you haven’t kissed anyone in… a long time.”

“Yeah.” His shoulders hunched self-consciously. “I haven’t really, um, had a relationship for a while. Just hookups. But I am sure. I really want to. Kiss you, I mean.”

His tone definitely grew more decisive as he spoke, but I still hesitated. I didn’t want to push him into anything he wasn’t comfortable with just because I was desperate to kiss him.

My tongue darted out to wet my lips as I parted them. “I—”

But Brian was already leaning forward, his free hand rising to cup the side of my neck as he slanted his mouth over mine. My breath caught in my throat. I kissed him back instantly, reaching up to clutch the front of his shirt.

It was sweet at first. Just a press of lips, firm and assertive but still wonderfully new and innocent in its simplicity. It wasn’t a filthy, open-mouthed kiss that could only ever lead to fucking. It wasn’t an awkward, brief peck that spoke of unfamiliarity either.

It was perfect.

Brian’s hand slid up to cradle the side of my face gently, long fingers threading through the curls behind my ear, his thumb brushing my chin and the corner of my mouth. A tiny, desperate sound left me, muffled against his lips, before I tilted my head to kiss him again. I never wanted to stop.

His hand slid back, carding through my hair to cup the back of my head. Almost like he was holding me in place, keeping me locked in the kiss. I shivered with desire and found myself shifting closer, my knee resting between his on the seat of the armchair. In a rush, he released my hand to loop an arm around my waist and tug me onto his lap.

I squeaked with delight into his mouth, flinging my arms around his neck and finally brushing my tongue against his lower lip. A low, rumbly sound vibrated up his throat. My belly dipped with a rush of pleasure as he kissed me again, deeper this time, his lips parting against mine. As soon as our tongues met in a slow, hot glide, the kiss turned blistering. I shivered, clutching at his hair, plastering myself to his front, trying not to hump the eight-pack I knew was under his shirt as my dick stiffened in a painful rush. When that big hand slid down to cup my ass, I moaned and thrust my tongue feverishly into his mouth.

“Brian,” I breathed between desperate kisses. “Mm, touch me. No, wait, you said no sex. Sorry.” I trailed frantic, seeking kisses along his jaw and down his neck, whining as I felt the rasp of new stubble and smelled the delectable scent of his skin. “Oh fuck. Maybe a little sex? No, no, sorry, ignore me.”

He let out a shuddering breath, tilting his head to give me more room. “Klaus.”

His hard cock pulsed beneath me, reminding me how fucking big it was. How much I’d loved sucking it in the room next door. How good it had felt pounding inside me in that dirty locker room at Cratos.

“D-do you… do you need to feed…?”

Lifting my head, I crushed my mouth back to his with a plaintive moan. I could already tell that if I said yes, he’d cave instantly and probably have me bent over the desk in under a minute. But I couldn’t lie to him, not even to get another ride on that dick right now.

“No.” I shook my head, breathing fast against his mouth between feverish, tongue-tangling kisses. “No, I don’t need to feed. I just want you. I can’t stop thinking about how good your dick felt inside me at Cratos, Brian.”

“Fuck,” he rasped helplessly, hips arching beneath me to press his straining cock against my ass. I moaned, grinding my hips, the temperature rising between us.

I knew we needed to stop. He wanted us to wait before we had sex again, and this was definitely going to lead to sex if we didn’t stop right now.

Okay, Klaus, that’s enough. Stop kissing him now. Right now.

I couldn’t.

He couldn’t either, it seemed, groaning into my mouth as his hips began to move against mine until we were feverishly dry-humping in an armchair in the front office of the motel, where anyone could walk in at any moment. Including our multiple guests.