Goosebumps hit Claude and made him burr in his seat. His sudden movements emphasized his nudity, allowing him to feel the bumps rising in his skin. He was still on Len's bed, wearing nothing but the blanket he had stolen from the poor owner.
"…shucks, it feels like a dream…" Claude rubbed his neck. He turned beside him and found Len sleeping on his belly. Len looked so delicate yet strong with those muscles his hand could map upon touch.
Kiss! Claude leaned down and kissed Len's shoulder. He then sucked on the fair skin as if drawing a purplish circle was a good signal to humans. Len was his mate, and this young man belonged to him alone. Regardless of the circumstances his existence created, Claude knew he wouldn't give Len away. Maybe that was why he just wanted to appease Courtney. He was not going to give Len to her, ever.
