Page 49 of Incubus
Nathan flinched when Sasha started tugging at his jeans, but at least that left his upper body free. Even with his legs still mostly pinned, Nathan was able to slam his hips up into Sasha’s face and twist onto his stomach.
Sasha reared back, freeing Nathan as he started a desperate crawl. Nathan’s bare, wounded chest rubbed painfully on the floor as he went. Sasha’s shotgun was not far away, right where the incubus had dropped it. If Nathan could just get to it, he would stand a chance. He didn’t want to kill Sasha, but if he could wound him enough to buy a little time, it would be worth it.
Nathan lunged the last length forward to grab the gun and rolled onto his back. Sasha was standing, which left no more illusions as to whether or not that below the waist covering was gone. Without the covering there were only the tattoos, and the tattoos wenteverywhere.
The incubus’ large talon-like hands flexed into fists. His powerful gargoyle feet left cracks in the linoleum as he stalked forward. A great roar left him and his wings shot out behind him, extending to their full and glorious breadth.
Nathan couldn’t move. He didn’t know if it was some effect of the pheromones or if it was just that Sasha looked ready to storm over there and rip his head off. Neither would surprise him.
As Sasha stomped closer, Nathan willed himself to ready the gun. He had to fire. He had to. Sasha roared once more and Nathan pulled the trigger. At the same moment, Sasha’s arm shot out, grabbing the gun and causing the shot to blow a hole in the ceiling above them.
Sasha was on Nathan again in moments, ripping the gun from his hands and tossing it aside. Just as Sasha’s claws had so easily turned Nathan’s T-shirt into shreds, now they tore at the clasp of his jeans. With one more play to make Nathan submissive, Sasha straddled Nathan’s hips, pressing down firmly so that Nathan’s breath hitched in his throat. A clawed hand grabbed painfully at Nathan’s hair and pulled him up into an angry, hungry kiss.
Nathan sputtered and twisted, fighting fiercely to get away. This was not like their kiss in the alleyway. Nathan had to stop this. Somehow he had to…escape. He had to stop Sasha and…and…and what was he doing? Jim? There was something about Jim, wasn’t there? Nathan couldn’t remember. He was with Sasha. Sasha was…kissing him. Slow.Deep. Nathan felt a sting in his chest but even that began to fade.
He liked kissing Sasha. He had known that from the first moment their lips touched back in Minnesota. So he started to kiss back, feeling the slight prick of fangs on his lips.
He liked that too.
Nathan’s hips bucked up into Sasha and he felt the assurance of just how much Sasha wanted him. He wanted it too. He wanted Sasha. He wanted—
“Nathan!”
He…wanted…
“Nathan, are you okay!?”
He…
“Nathan, answer me!”
…Jim?
“Nathan!”
Jim!
Nathan’s eyes sprang open as his senses returned. Jim was calling for him. And this was so not happening.
With every bit of strength left in him, Nathan pushed Sasha away, forcing a low grumble from the incubus at being denied yet again. “Jim!” Nathan called.
“Nathan! Thank God. What’s happening in there?”
Sasha was having none of this, that’s what. The incubus was tired of waiting for his prey to acquiesce. With a clawed hand gripping either side of Nathan’s jeans, he pulled them down in a frenzied tug to Nathan’s ankles, almost taking his shorts down with them.
“I’m going to be fucked and filleted is what, and probably not in that order!” Nathan yelled. “Get the hell in here!”
“I’m trying! The door’s stuck!”
Jesus, Nathan thought, as Sasha pulled his body in tight against him. If this actually happened while Jim was on the other side of only a couple inches of that damn kitchen door, Nathan would not be able to stand it.
“Jim!”
“Just…just stall him somehow!”
Sasha growled and reached between their bodies for Nathan’s shorts.
“We’re a little beyond that right now!” Nathan cried.
