Page 16 of The Storm Within

Deep, guttural moans echoed in the room, blending together until it was impossible to tell whose they were. Those moans would become louder, rougher, once the rest of Nate’s clothes were gone. Ryker’s game might be off, but in this—pleasure, passion—he knew how to draw out every last drop. Multiple times, if the night demanded it.

There was something undeniably intoxicating about being with your mate for the first time, someone fate had chosen to fit you in every possible way. It wasn’t about perfection, Ryker knew that. It was about discovery. Peeling back every layer, exploring every need, and showing Nate exactly what it meant to be claimed.

Nate bucked when Ryker reached the waistband of his pants. He kissed his way across his mate’s stomach, licking and teasing while slowly lowering the fabric.

A smile curled the side of Ryker’s mouth. “Commando?”

“When you have to wash your clothes by hand in cold water, you sacrifice pieces you don’t necessarily need.” Nate wiggled his ass again, like he was trying to tell Ryker to shut up and get down to business.

Never again would Nate have to sacrifice a damn thing.

If Ryker could find a way out of there…

Nate whimpered, and when Ryker looked up at him, his mate was biting his lips, his eyes squeezed shut. They were going to have to work on Nate relaxing in the bedroom.

But the lesson would have to wait for another time. Ryker was ready to make the demon his, to solder their souls together for eternity. And after ten decades of no sex, Ryker was about to release a floodgate of pleasure inside Nate, pleasure that his mate had been denied for too long.

Wasting no time, he rid Nate of his clothes, the man’s hard cock straining and ready for whatever Ryker had in mind.

I can think of so many ways to make you scream my name.

The first lick up the side of Nate’s cock had them both groaning, Ryker’s own shaft begging to be freed. That would happen soon enough, but right now, his sole focus was on making Nate come as many times as possible.

Chapter Six

Nate struggled to convince himself this was real. After decades of roaming deserted hallways with no one to talk to but himself, the idea of touch, of intimacy, didn’t feel real.

But god, how he’d craved this. Laughter, conversations, the comfort of someone’s presence, especially moments like this. So intimate and raw.

For so long, Nate had resigned himself to solitude, convinced he’d remain imprisoned in this bleak place until madness claimed him entirely.

And now Ryker was here.

My mate.

Yet, it didn’t make things better like he thought it would. The joy of having his mate was tangled with guilt, knowing Ryker had been ripped away from his family, sucked into this abysmal place where he didn’t belong.

“Oh god!” Nate’s thoughts crumbled under the onslaught of sensations as Ryker’s lips closed over the head of his cock. The sound that escaped his throat was animalistic, almost feral, as the heat of his mate’s mouth obliterated everything else.

Until this very moment, Nate hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed sex. Missed it so damn desperately.

Ryker’s hands tightened on his hips, firm but not controlling, both claiming him and grounding him. Nate whimpered as the soft, wet tongue traced lazy circles, sweeping across his sensitive skin. The sight alone was enough to make him dizzy—Ryker’s broad shoulders flexing, every inch of his body screaming ownership.

If he keeps making me feel this way, he can own whatever the hell he wants.

A tremor seized Nate’s muscles, tightening and quaking, as if his body wasn’t sure whether to surrender or hold on for dear life. Release hovered just out of reach, taunting him with how easily his mate could push him over the edge.

“Ryk—I...oh.” His words broke apart as the pressure in his groin pooled, a force threatening to detonate and take him with it as his mate’s lips slid down to the base of Nate’s cock. The suction, the firm drag of his mouth—it was like the guy knew exactly how to unravel him.

And Nate unraveled in the most spectacular way.

A sharp cry ripped from his chest as his orgasm struck, so intense Ryker had to throw an arm over his waist to keep him pinned, wringing every last shudder from Nate until he lay boneless and spent.

Breathing heavy, Nate couldn’t decide if he wanted to thank fate or send it a strongly worded complaint about matchmaking him with a guy who apparently didn’t believe in stopping.

Or even slowing down.

Yet, even after the most powerful climax of his life that left him twitching with aftershocks, Nate’s body still thrummed with need.

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