All Chapters of The Devil Who Claimed Me (M x M): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NIKOLAISomeone that makes me feel. I scoff internally at that. The concept feels foreign. Useless.But I respect Professor Keller too much to tell her that straight to her face.“This conversation is over,” she says dismissively as she starts packing her things. “I have someone waiting for me.”I pick up my sketch, sliding it back into my folder.I’m almost at the door when she calls my name again.I turn.“Take my advice or leave it. I’m just trying to help you, not force you to do anything,” she says calmly. “The grade is preliminary. It can change.”I pause for half a second.Then I continue walking.The hallway is quiet, a lot of students having left already .My footsteps echo faintly against the polished floors as I make my way out of the Arts building.A B+.The letter loops in my head, irritating in its persistence.It shouldn’t matter.It’s just a grade.An arbitrary evaluation based on subjective criteria.And yet…My grip tightens slightly around the strap of my bag.Empty

JULIAN I swallow. “Where’s your first aid kit?” Nikolai looks at me. “Why?” “To dress your wounds.” A pause. “Why?” He almost sounds like a broken record. The repetition makes something in me snap. “Because you’re injured,” I say. “That’s usually how this works.” He studies me for a long moment, like he’s trying to figure out if I’m serious or not. Like he’s trying to figure out my motive. I get tired of waiting so I grab his hand. I click my tongue in irritation. “Your bathroom is upstairs, isn’t it?” I say as I head toward the stairs, dragging him behind me. He inhales sharply but doesn’t protest. Good. Because I don’t know what I’d do if he did. He’s really starting to piss me off. It’s funny because I don’t get mad easily. Theo always says I have the patience of a saint. But Nikolai just has a knack for getting under my skin. It’s a special talent of his. Thankfully, the first door I open upstairs is the bathroom. It is even more sterile than the r

NIKOLAIThe water is too hot.It hits my skin in sharp, punishing streams, scalding enough to turn it red, but I don’t move. I don’t adjust it. I don’t step back.I stand there and let it burn.It helps. Maybe not as much as I’d like but it’s still something.My hands brace against the tiled wall, fingers splayed, my knuckles throbbing beneath the thin layer of bandaging Julian wrapped around them.Something tightens in my chest as I examine the bandaging. It’s nothing extraordinary and it’s by no means perfect, yet it triggers a reaction in me.Not even the edge of the bandage being slightly out of place is enough to curb the reaction.I can’t remember the last time someone bandaged my wounds.I can’t remember the last time I allowed anyone to.I should have pushed Julian away, shouldn’t have allowed him to see and yet I didn’t.I could have easily cleaned and wrapped myself up before he came this evening and yet, I didn’t. Even worse, I allowed him to treat my wounds. Why?Because

NIKOLAI “Hold still,” I order, pressing his thighs wider, breath ghosting over his cock. It twitches, leaking even more as he lets out a strangled groan. Finally, I wrap my lips around the head, sucking gently at first, tongue swirling the slit to lap up the salt. Julian cries out, a high, broken keening sound that shoots straight to my dick. I take him deeper, mouth sliding down his shaft, cheeks hollowing as I suck hard. His sounds fill the room. Wet gasps, choked moans, “Ah, fuck yes,” spilling from him in a litany. One of my hands cups his balls, rolling them gently, my thumb rubbing behind to tease his taint, pressing just enough to hint at invasion. I wait for him to protest, to stop me, but he doesn’t, too lost in pleasure. I want to fill him. Own him. Invade his body like he’s done to my brain. I slick my fingers with spit from my mouth, then circle his puckered entrance, pushing one finger in slowly and feeling him clench around it. Julian bucks hard, a guttural cur

JULIAN Damn Nikolai. Damn him to hell a thousand times. Damn him and his ability to easily discard people. To make them feel like nothing. That’s essentially what I’ve been thinking since last night. Since he dumped me. I stare at my laptop screen, not really seeing the words on the screen. I’m supposed to be preparing for a presentation for one of my classes but I’m not able to focus. Saturday mornings are when I’m at my most productive. Yet, all I’ve been able to do since I woke up 3 hours ago is sit at my desk and think of Nikolai. I think I’ve only been able to write like… ten words. I’m pissed. But more than that, I’m a little hurt. I can’t deny that I feel a little… rejected. Yesterday night meant something to me even if I don’t want it to. I’ve never gone that far with someone else. I’ve never felt that much pleasure in anyone’s hands. But to him, it meant nothing. Because he tossed me away right after. Like I was trash. Logically, I should be pissed because tha