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Well, he couldn’t really do any holding, but he was certainly enjoying the ride. And Sasha kept stroking Nathan’s wings, scraping his nails, touching him there along the rough but apparently very sensitive skin. Nathan didn’t even know what to liken the sensation to, but he suddenly understood why the merest brush of Nathan’s tongue or fingers along Sasha’s wings had been enough to leave him panting.
Nathan came suddenly, blinded by it coming out of nowhere. He had been so wrapped up in sharing the circuit, in being more than one person. His orgasm wasn’t even enough to bring him down from his high, because Sasha needed release again, andbefore Nathan could pause to think about how hot it was that Sasha was that in need of him, Sasha scrambled off and pressed into Nathan to fuckhim.
Sasha knew from experience that he couldn’t hurt Nathan as an incubus, and Nathan was amazed by how much that was true, that it didn’t hurt at all. Even though he hadn’t been stretched even the smallest bit, he opened right up for Sasha.
It was only another minute or two before Sasha spilled into Nathan, having been so close already—Nathan had gotten him twice, andhewas the one who was tied up—and then they were both panting side by side on the mattress, waiting to come back down.
Nathan, as a new but healthy incubus, had succeeded in feeding from Sasha, twice really, without taking too much. He felt like he’d be able to fly even if he didn’t have wings.
“Will you untie me now?” Nathan mock-whined, wanting to hold Sasha so badly that it practically hurt.
Sasha chuckled, his hair tickling Nathan’s shoulder where it was fanned out beside him. “I guess I could do that.”
“Sasha.”
“Okay, okay. But you liked that, didn’t you?” Sasha asked as he tugged down the blindfold first, then began undoing Nathan’s wrists.
Nathan blinked at the sudden brightness of the room. “I take back everything I ever said. Being tied up is awesome, long as you’re the one doing the tying, baby. I feel like I could run a frickin’ marathon right now.Jesus. You feel like this every time you feed?” He looked to Sasha, the dark-haired man’s sweat-sheened and beautiful face slowly coming into focus as Nathan’s eyes adjusted.
A smile flashed across Sasha’s face. “Only when I feed from you, Nathan.”
It took Nathan a few minutes of being unbound, of holding Sasha close, to remember that he was in his incubus form still, wings and claws and all, but when he started to shift back Sasha squeezed him tighter.
“Will you…stay like this tonight?” he asked in a surprisingly small voice.
Nathan understood too well that sudden emotion that had been thankfully missing until now. This was something they would never have again, not like this, and despite all their hoping, it might be the last time Sasha ever got to see Nathan as one of his own, as something he could have forever. Nathan hated how that thought choked him, how it made him squeeze Sasha tighter too.
He knew the decision he had to make, that he would make tomorrow, but he didn’t have to like it. The right thing wasn’t always nice for everyone. It had to be some cosmic joke that the right thing was never nice for Nathan Grier.
Chapter 34
Whenitwasfinallytime to go downstairs and face the next day, Nathan and Sasha moved as slowly as possible. Before allowing Nathan to get dressed, Sasha demanded he map out every inch of Nathan’s incubus body, just wanting,needingto touch him.
Nathan admitted he missed Sasha’s red hair, hoping it would lighten the mood, but Sasha had no like reply. Instead, he ran a hand over Nathan’s once again human looking shoulder blades just as he was about to slip on a T-shirt. Nathan hadn’t really gotten to see his wing tattoos, the way they looked when they were just markings instead ofwings, but Sasha said they were beautiful, larger than most like they constantly wanted to sprout out of his back and be free. That made Nathan long for another chance to fly with Sasha where he was the one doing the carrying, but he doubted they would get that opportunity today.
They kissed, Sasha’s back pressed to the still closed door they had been attempting to walk out of for minutes on end; theirarms wrapped around each other, bodies flush, not yet ready to face the world, not yet ready to lose this. Finally, they had to.
Sasha walked ahead of Nathan as they made for the stairs, and Nathan wondered if it was so he could still the tears filling up his eyes. Sasha’s eyes were dry by the time they reached the bar, but Nathan knew better and slipped his hand into Sasha’s for a quick squeeze before joining Jim and Alex at a table for breakfast.
Nathan started spreading the word early that he wanted to gather everyone together in the afternoon. Jim caught wind of it and tried to ask what was going on at the same moment that Sasha called to them from across the bar. Three very recognizable heads were amongst the now familiar bustle of people.
Nathan smirked at Jim, patting him on the back as he said very casually, “Figure it’s almost time to call attention to the big ol’ elephant in the room, Jim. We just needed a little more backup. Once we’ve done that…I think it’ll be a good time to call Puck.”
Of course Jim was right on Nathan’s heels when he turned to head for Sasha, following him to the main doors where Cam, Charis, and even Lindsey all had duffels for a long stay.
“Nathan, are you serious?” Jim hissed as they sidestepped various people along the way. “That’s great, but…coming clean with the seals about the fae here could be—”
“Really fucking dangerous,” Nathan said. “I know. But worse if we wait and the seals find out some other way.” He grinned over his shoulder but made it very apparent how serious he was. “Trust me, Jim. I got this.”
It took Jim a moment to steel himself over the issue, but he soon nodded.
Nathan didn’t miss that as he approached the doors, he caught the tail end of Sasha and Lindsey embracing.
“Dude, look atyou.” Cam broke into a wide smile as he eyed Nathan up and down. He was just as Nathan remembered him: all bronze, tan skin, brown hair and golden eyes; his small stature clad in earth tones and jeans.
Charis’ silver eyes glittered. “Is it permanent?” she asked, looking lovely in a burgundy sundress. Lindsey stuck out like usual with his white hair, despite trying to blend in with jeans and a black T-shirt.
“It’s complicated,” Nathan said. “I’m just glad you guys were willing to come.”
