NIKOLAI
CLAUDE'S BODY WAS like ice beneath my hands, his skin pale, his limbs limp. His bare feet shuffled against the carpeted hallway, and I cursed under my breath as I shrugged off my shirt and pulled it over his trembling frame-enough to cover his bits.
"Come on," I muttered, gripping his waist as I practically carried him down the corridor.
We reached the door, and I swiped the key card. The lock beeped, the door clicked open, and I pushed us inside. Claude stumbled, collapsing onto the bed with a groan, his face twisting in discomfort as his hands clawed at his thighs. He shifted restlessly, his head slipping under the shirt, his fingers curling around his c**k as he let out another broken moan.
I crossed the room, grabbed his face, and forced his eyes open. They were g
