He gripped Soren’s large hand in both of his, clinging to him, before looking up at Soren’s face.
The shifter was bent over him, watching him, the dark expression in his eyes hard to decipher.
“What did you do to me?” Nikolai asked, gasping the question he’d been dying to know the details of.
Soren lowered to the edge of the bed, his hand curling around Nikolai’s.
“I claimed you,” he said quietly. “Just like I told you I did that night.”
He reached out with his other hand, brushing the fabric of Nikolai’s shirt aside, allowing his fingers to brush the raised skin of his scar.
Nikolai’s entire body shuddered. At Soren’s gentle touch, his cock was now leaking, shivers traveling through his body.
He moaned, having to bite down on his lip hard to stop from crying out.
If this was any other time, he would have been mortified, but he was too far gone to care about embarrassment anymore. It had been too long.
“Please,” he whispered, tears stinging his eyes. “I’ve been like this for days. I can’t take it any longer.”
Soren’s hand touched his chin, directing his face toward him.
Nikolai’s eyes fluttered shut and he waited desperately for a kiss. When none came, he opened them again, realizing that Soren was waiting for him to look at him.
“What then?” Soren asked gently.
It was such a simple question, but he said it with such meaning.
“I don’t understand.”
“After I relieve you,” Soren said, his hand drifting from Nikolai’s chin to his neck, then his collar, then his chest.
Nikolai shivered. His nipples were rigid, scraping the fabric of his shirt to the point that the skin there was starting to feel raw.
Seeming to sense that, Soren rested his warm palm over one, soothing it.
Nikolai’s eyes fluttered shut again.
“What will you do after I help you?” Soren asked. “After this passes, will you leave? Will you stay?”
Again, the importance of his words hung in his voice and Nikolai could suddenly understand why.
“Because I left you,” he whispered.
A pained expression darted across Soren’s face.
“One’s fated mate should want to be with their alpha,” he said, jaw tight. “Especially after the mating bond.”
Nikolai swallowed.
“I was scared,” he admitted. “I didn’t know we were bonding. I still don’t quite know what any of this means.”
Again, the wave of tears threatened and then because Nikolai was weak that way, they poured down his cheeks.
“What is happening to me?” he asked desperately. “Am I dying?”
For a moment, Soren looked dumbfounded.
“Nikolai,” he whispered.