Page 41 of The Storm Within

The boy giggled and launched himself into his uncle’s arms. Ryker chuckled, falling to his back as Ethan made roaring bear noises.

When Nate looked at Stewart, there were unshed tears in his eyes as he watched the two. Nate knew how the guy felt. It was a touching moment between a little boy and an uncle who loved him deeply.

A sudden chill rushed over Nate, causing him to look around. He automatically thought of Diobno, but he’d never been able to detect his uncle.

And Diobno was dead. He would have questioned his uncle’s fate, but this felt different. It wasn’t an evil sense he felt, but…

Ethan glanced up, looking past Nate, his tiny brows furrowed. He pushed away from Ryker and walked over to Nate, hugging his leg. “My Uncuh Nape,” he whispered.

Jeez. Nate really was going to cry. Hesitating for only a moment, he ran his fingers through Ethan’s soft hair.

“Thank you for helping me, rug rat.” Nate’s throat grew too tight to say anything else. There weren’t any words to convey just how grateful he felt for what Ethan had done for him.

The boy gazed up at him, a wide smile on his face. “Pay whiff snow.”

With a chuckle, and sniffing back tears, Nate nodded. “Let’s go make the biggest snowman ever.”

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With his heart hammering, Raziel’s gaze locked onto the little boy who’d gotten up and walked toward him. Each small step felt like an eternity, drawing out a moment that would change everything. The child’s golden blond hair gleamed in the light, a mirror of his mother, Carol, but it was the eyes—those hauntingly familiar green eyes, the exact shade of his own—that stole Raziel’s breath.

Ethan was breathtaking, the most beautiful boy Raziel had ever seen. How could he have not known? How could a being so perfect have existed without his knowledge?

Invisible and aching, Raziel’s entire being screamed to reach out, to cradle Ethan in his arms. Yet, he didn’t dare. The moment his hand connected with the child, their bond would instantly resonate on earth and in heaven, alerting every angel that a Nephilim existed.

Then the hunt would begin for Raziel’s son.

* * * *

“I can hear your thoughts.” Ryker’s lips ghosted over Nate’s jaw. “They’re so damn naughty, honey bear.” His mate pulled away and settled on his back, leaving Nate panting for more. “Turn around and get on top.”

It took a second for Nate to understand what Ryker wanted. To give each other oral sex at the same time. He slid his hand over his mate’s rigid stomach and kissed along his chest. He wanted to map Ryker’s body, get to know each dip and cut line.

Nate wasn’t rushing anything. If he’d learned nothing else at the motel, it was patience. It wasn’t as if he’d had anything else to do. After what his uncle had put him through, then getting some baby half-angel’s powers zapped through him, all Nate had wanted was a lazy Christmas morning.

The first one he’d celebrated in so long that the holiday spirit had seeped back into Nate’s bones.

Now he sat atop Ryker, his cock hard and heavily throbbing, knowing just one touch from his mate would send him over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. His body was on fire with need. Every spot Ryker touched, every lick he gave, drove Nate’s senses crazy.

Which was the best sensory overload Nate could ask for.

Ryker grabbed him and flipped him, making Nate laugh. “As much as I’m enjoying your tongue on my chest, other parts of my body are whimpering from neglect.”

“You’re so full of it. I just sucked your cock an hour ago.” And was willing to do it again.

“Maybe I’ve become addicted to those lips riding my prick,” Ryker said with a soft, playful growl. “You did have a red ribbon wrapped around your naked body when I woke up, telling me any part of you that I wanted was mine.”

“And you chose my lips?” Nate asked in astonishment. “Teddy bear, there are more interesting things on me that you can enjoy.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

A guttural, deep groan escaped Nate, his eyes fluttering closed as he hugged Ryker’s hairy legs. His mate sucked Nate’s cock down his throat, lashing his tongue over Nate’s erection like it was a candy cane from the tree downstairs. He sucked the cock down then rode the length back up, repeating the erotic pleasure a few more times.

Sweet hell. Ryker was the one who had the best lips.

Nate curled his fingers into the blanket, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His hips bucked, and he felt as if he’d died and gone to heaven. Never in his life had he experienced anything so wondrous or so mind-blowing.

Ryker’s tongue was pure magic, leaving Nate a panting mess. The abrasion from his mate’s beard only heightened the pleasure. The scrape of whiskers on his sensitive skin was so freaking incredible. Nate became lost in the sensations, his legs trembling, a thousand moans escaping.

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