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Nathan thought briefly of continuing to remove Sasha’s shirt, it currently being rolled up under the incubus’ arms to revealmost of his chest, including the scar over his heart, but then there was something appealing about leaving the shirt alone.
“Nathan…” Sasha gasped, falling forward. Both of his hands fell to either side of Nathan’s head to support him. He began thrusting his hips into Nathan slowly like he was desperate to keep their rhythm from spiraling too quickly out of control. “Nathan…” he said again, eyes glowing as brilliantly red as they ever did blue.
And somehow Nathan just knew, he knew exactly what Sasha wanted him to do. He marveled at their skin to skin communication, how it heightened everything just by touching.
With steady purpose, Nathan moved his hands from where they had been braced on Sasha’s chest around to his back and lower. The smooth curve of Sasha’s ass fit so nicely in Nathan’s hands. He couldn’t resist using this new leverage to tug the incubus down while giving a swift buck up.
Sasha mewled in frustration. “Nathan.”
“Getting there…” Nathan said with a hidden smirk over Sasha’s shoulder. He had to lean up to get the right angle. The most he managed was one finger teased inside up to the first knuckle. He stretched Sasha as best he could in this meager way, knowing as he did that Sasha particularly liked this part of the process, and it wasn’t long before there were two fingers, scissoring carefully.
When Sasha shifted wantonly, his voice pleading as he said again, “Nathan,” like the most bare and honest need, there really was no way Nathan could refuse him.
Nathan painstakingly lowered his legs from being wrapped around Sasha’s waist, slid his hands down Sasha’s thighs to nudge the incubus in the right direction, and was pleased once again that they didn’t need words to understand each other. Sasha climbed further up Nathan’s body, straddling his chest. Then it was just a matter of pressing back.
That first glorious jolt shot straight down to Nathan’s toes. He moaned almost too loudly when Sasha sat up, taking Nathan in hilt-deep just like he wanted. It made Nathan shudder, drunk off the pheromones Sasha gave off naturally.
It had to be close to Heavenly, Nathan thought, to be able to rock slowly in and out of the person he loved.
Beyond Sasha, Nathan could see Wally still curled up on the back of the couch, but her eyes were closed now, sleeping, and Nathan had to shake his head at himself for thinking the little creature was actually a secret voyeur.
As Sasha rode him, Nathan smoothed his hands up and down Sasha’s chest, raking his nails to make Sasha shiver. Nathan rocked up with each buck of Sasha’s, watching mesmerized as the incubus’ back arched, his head falling back to reveal that long, pale neck. He let his arms hang, then moved forward again, bracing himself on Nathan’s chest, panting, whimpers falling from his lips.
Blackened fingers, almost claws, tore into Nathan’s flannel, popping most of the buttons. Nathan had been meaning to get rid of that one anyway. He squirmed when Sasha trailed those almost claws up his bare chest, pushing up the long-sleeved T-shirt beneath the flannel.
There were only a few scars on Nathan’s chest, faint, barely memorable compared to the many he had received in the Veil. He was glad for that, glad Sasha only saw what the incubus considered—for whatever reason—to be perfect.
“Harder…come on, baby,” Nathan pleaded, frustrated that his bucks up could only be so forceful with so much weight holding him down.
“Mmmm,” Sasha hummed agreement, sitting up straight again to better rock back on Nathan. Their rhythm picked up fast, fervent, and Nathan felt the circuit like a sudden slap in the face, as if Sasha had forgotten to open it and then suddenlyremembered. It made Nathan gasp, laugh, move his hands from Sasha’s chest to firmly grip his hips and squeeze.
Sasha came suddenly on Nathan’s chest, nearly collapsing forward until his hands caught him. Nathan rocked up into Sasha another minute, maybe half a minute more and he was spent too, gasping from the effort of it all and wondering how they had managed to last so long.
“Fuck…” Sasha panted, grin wide on his face as he pulled carefully away and slid off to the side to tuck himself between Nathan and the couch. If Alex didn’t have such oversized sofas there was no way that would have been possible.
Nathan turned his head to meet Sasha’s adoring eyes, blue again. They had made a mess of the library, but they’d get to cleaning up, to moving, eventually. “You, baby,” Nathan said, “are better than anything I could have ever thought up for myself.”
Sasha’s eyes sparkled as he snuggled closer to Nathan, and said, “Damn right,” and kissed him again, “coz no one on Earth or otherwise could love you like I do.”
Nathan didn’t doubt that at all.
Chapter 15
Atsomepoint,Nathanand Sasha made it to their bedroom, leaving what they hoped was no trace of their nightly activities in the library. Wally followed them and slept at the foot of their bed until morning.
The rest of their group was already up by the time they stumbled down for breakfast the next day. There was no sign of their new changeling friend yet, but Alex promised she had more than enough chores to keep them busy while they waited.
Nathan gladly left the more Gatehouse-related work—inventory, supplies, cleaning—to the others while he and Jim checked into possible fae activity in the area that might be drawing Solrin. Their main problem was that they didn’t know which direction he would be coming from so they didn’t know which direction to start their search, which pretty much left them with a radius all around Rushville. After deciding on a distance for that radius, Jim and Nathan’s new problem wasn’t lack of potential hunts but an over-abundance of them.
“Maybe that’s why he’s headed here,” Jim said, after they had stumbled upon another possible sign of fae activity in a nearby town. “He could be checking into all of these strange occurrences because there’s so many suddenly in one area.”
“Or,” Nathan rocked back in his chair, “the activity isbecausethis guy’s headed our way. He’s supposed to draw fae, right?”
Jim stared noncommittally at Sasha’s laptop then glanced at his watch. “True, but this is all assuming he’s even coming.” It was already almost dinner time. “The more we know the better, though. If we can figure out what he’s hunting, it might help us get an in with this guy. Make him think we’re seals too, hunting the same fae. You’re the one who said we should try and team up with him. Makefriends.”
“And I still believe that. And hey, maybe our luck’s starting to change.” Nathan nodded toward the main doors where a newcomer had just walked in. He moved quickly to claim a corner table, and the other people in the bar didn’t even try to hide how much he spooked them. As soon as Jim spotted the guy, his expression became much the same.
From what Nathan could see of the guy’s face, he was of Asian descent, which made it even more likely that this was Sonji Lorin—second generation Japanese-American, Alex had said. But while Nathan would have expected dark hair, this guy’s shaggy locks were all over white. Not bright the way Sasha’s old friend Lindsey’s was platinum, but duller, more natural, like he had gone prematurely grey. There were bandages wrapped messily around his left eye, and although the way the guy hunched over a mess of papers he laid out hid most of him, Nathan could see loose ends of further bandages covering parts of his body.
