Page 7 of Changeling (The Incubus Saga #2)

Then Sasha started trailing up Nathan’s body again, kissing and gently biting his way up Nathan’s stomach.

Nathan gasped, because as Sasha traveled further up his body, Nathan’s cock dragged along Sasha’s chest, sending little tremors down to Nathan’s feet.

Nathan knew that every single part of this was planned, on purpose, and that just made him harden further.

“You’re evil…” Nathan said as Sasha bit sharply into his neck again, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“You love it,” Sasha whispered back.

“True…but I’ll sure as hell start complaining if you don’t get back to it.” Nathan lifted his hips a little to stress his point, and his erection brushed past Sasha’s, the brief friction and heat making both of them gasp.

A devilish look overtook Sasha’s features, and Nathan grinned, knowing what he was in for and more than willing. Sasha kissed down Nathan’s body again, faster this time, his nips briefer but harder until he reached coarse hair and lifted his head up.

Looking down his body, Nathan could see how close Sasha’s lips were to just being on him, and something like a whine left his throat before he could stop it.

It was Sasha’s tongue that swiped out first, not his lips, licking just around the head.

The incubus was definitely going to be the death of Nathan.

He bit back an unmanly yelp when those lips finally descended to join Sasha’s skilled tongue.

Nathan pressed his head back into the pillow, his hips subtly arching into the feeling of Sasha’s warm mouth.

Sasha took Nathan deep into the back of his throat, only to pull completely away and then run his hand over where his mouth had been, pumping Nathan lightly. He licked Nathan’s full length, focusing on the head, and then took Nathan in completely again before repeating the process.

Nathan’s whole body was trembling by the time Sasha slithered back up to his lips and kissed him hard. He had had no release, left weeping and pulsing, so totally driven mad that he would have done anything Sasha asked of him just then.

But Sasha didn’t ask. He just whispered against Nathan’s lips, “I love you,” and stared adoringly into Nathan’s eyes.

The pleasure Nathan had been feeling choked in his throat. “Don’t say that,” he said before he could think about how awful a comeback that was.

Sasha didn’t look devastated though, only confused. “Why not? Nathan, I’m not going to be angry if you don’t say it back. I understand. I don’t need you to say it back.”

“Sure you do,” Nathan said miserably, hating that he was spoiling the moment but unable to stop himself from speaking on. “The person who says it always needs to hear it said back. It’s a fucking rule or something. I’m just a jackass.”

“Well…yeah,” Sasha agreed with a grin, “but I can wait.”

Nathan opened his mouth to dissent but Sasha pushed on.

“And don’t you dare say we don’t have time. We do. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll make the time. No dark sidhe is ever going to lay their hands on you, Nathan. That’s my job,” he added with another smirk. “If you still want me.”

“I want you,” Nathan said, as heartfelt as if he had said the other words—the harder, meaningful ones. “I want you now ,” he stressed, accentuating that with another buck of his hips, just wanting to get past this now and back to where things made sense for him.

Then a thought occurred to him.

“We can do this, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…it’s the Gatehouse. Fae can’t use powers here. But if you feed…won’t you get blasted across the room just as we’re getting to the good part?”

Sasha laughed. “We’re safe, Nathan. The Gatehouse wards only prevent hostile powers. Otherwise I wouldn’t even be able to hold a glamour in here. As long as you’re willing…there won’t be any interruptions.”

Nathan nodded. Willing wasn’t a problem.

Sasha smiled, licked his lips, and started to shift a knee between Nathan’s legs.

Bells went off in Nathan’s head immediately.

He hadn’t really thought about positions while under the ministrations of an incubus’ lips and tongue, but now it had been made quite clear that Sasha planned to switch things up from last time.

That was only…fair, Nathan told himself. He had just never done that before.

“Okay, so just so you know,” Nathan found himself saying in an awful panicked voice, “girls have…played around down there and everything, and I’ve always enjoyed it, but...that's not the same as what you’re planning.”

“No,” Sasha said slowly, his eyes heavy lidded. “Definitely not the same. Just relax, Nathan. You trust me, right?” He situated himself between Nathan’s legs and kissed him gently on the cheek.

Nathan told himself to calm down. Just calm down, this is Sasha. “Yeah. I trust you.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”

Sasha reached over the side of the bed for his bag, which Nathan now realized had been strategically placed, and came back with a small bottle. Nathan stared at it for a moment as if he didn’t know what it was, though of course he did, and was thankful for its presence.

“Just because I don’t really need any for myself doesn’t mean I don’t keep some with me,” Sasha said. He maintained his calm, sweet smile as he poured some of the smooth liquid into his palm.

It was familiar at first—a coaxing finger, slippery and gently stretching him.

Nathan wasn’t lying when he said he liked the way that felt when a girl did it.

He knew there were lots of nerves in there, knew there obviously had to be a reason why gay men enjoyed what they did and why women allowed men to have sex with them that way too.

Sasha had sure seemed to enjoy it. It didn’t have to be scary.

It wasn’t scary . It felt good. It was just the damn machismo telling Nathan that he was a man, damn it, and no one was allowed to do this!

“Relax,” Sasha said again, more than likely reading Nathan’s anxiety like an open book. “There’s no such thing as bad sex with an incubus, ya know,” he added teasingly.

Nathan had to smile. He didn’t doubt that.

And, the more he relaxed, the better it felt, those sensitive nerves being touched and pressed and stretched.

Sasha knew what he was doing, to the point where Nathan barely even realized when there were two fingers instead of one until he arched unconsciously to bring Sasha in deeper.

Nathan was still so hard, unsatisfied, and his body tingled from over sensation.

He had to wonder if Sasha was helping things along at all with pheromones.

Nathan couldn’t say he’d mind all that much.

Moans were spilling from Nathan’s throat before he knew what was happening.

It frightened him a little how each stroke of Sasha’s fingers along that certain curve inside of him pulled such obscene noises from his throat, sending warm pulses of pleasure throughout his body and straight to his groin.

But he wasn’t about to let fear stop him now, not when he already longed for the finale.

“Sasha…” Nathan mewled, the same way he remembered Sasha pleading with him. “Just...damn it, baby, please .”

“Nathan…do you know what hearing you say that does to me?” Sasha breathed, staring hungrily down at Nathan’s body and then back up into his eyes.

Nathan nodded. Actually, he wasn’t sure if it was that he had said ‘please’ or that he had just called Sasha ‘baby’, but he’d gladly say both again. He wanted to watch Sasha’s expression, wanted to lose himself in how Sasha lost himself in him.

There was a slight sting at the difference in pressure when Sasha finally positioned himself and began to push in, but he was careful, slow, and the relief and ecstasy on Sasha’s face was enough to make Nathan forget about pain anywhere on his body. He just wished he could pull Sasha closer.

Remembering how good it had felt the other way around, Nathan lifted his legs and wrapped them around Sasha’s back as the incubus started thrusting. Some glorious place inside of Nathan was struck and he saw stars for a minute, unable to do anything but moan into Sasha’s movements.

Nathan pressed a hand to Sasha’s chest, feeling the grooves of Sasha’s faint scar, such a near match to Nathan’s mark, and the only imperfection on the incubus’ body.

Nathan snickered to himself as he remembered there was one other imperfection.

He slid his hand to Sasha’s smooth ass, just barely able to feel where the tiny clover tattoo was carved into Sasha’s cheek.

Another thrust and Nathan moaned far too loudly to be decent.

It felt amazing to be connected this way—surreal.

Nathan wasn’t feeling any pain at all anymore, which actually gave him pause.

Sex always felt good but this was…different.

Not just the sensation itself since Nathan had never been in this position before, but because of something else.

Something so unique and intense that Nathan recognized it immediately.

“You…you’re doing something to me…” Nathan gasped.

“I thought that was…obvious,” Sasha replied with a grin, lips trembling as he hovered over Nathan, careful not to pull too close and meet their chests together.

“No,” Nathan shook his head, “ cheating ,” he finished, one hand tight on Sasha’s shoulder while the other pointed accusingly in Sasha’s face.

Sasha bit his lip like a guilty child. “It’s not really cheating if it’s my nature.

I didn’t want to…scare you before. I wanted the first time to be normal.

But I don’t want to hold back with you, Nathan.

I always hold back with others, I’ve had to…

but not with you. I want you to feel this.

What I feel. Everything you make me feel.

I want you to know. I want you to be a part of this with me. ”

The circuit , Nathan thought. Sasha wasn’t just feeding from Nathan and being particularly skillful in the fucking department, he was channeling the feeding back to Nathan, opening the circuit for Nathan to feel too.

It had brought Nathan to his knees once before, but this was so different.

He was in the circuit at the same time as he was feeling it bounced back to him, literally feeling Sasha’s hands, Sasha’s thrusts, Sasha’s loving kiss pressed into his forehead, but also feeling waves of pleasure in a way only Sasha could feel.

Sasha didn’t have to pretend with him. Sasha didn’t have to hold back. It was so all-consuming, growing within Nathan as their climaxes built upon each other, that there was nothing but constant pure sexual energy traveling through him and making him ache for more.

His hips moved up toward Sasha’s, his heels digging into Sasha’s back just as Sasha had done to him, pulling them more deeply together.

Sasha’s kisses felt like fire, his hands blazing over Nathan’s body, and the heat between them where their bodies connected— fuck .

It was almost too much. Nathan was moaning and gasping every other second, lost in the whole thing.

And he loved it. Because it was Sasha. Him and Sasha caught in this circuit that gave Sasha life and made Nathan quiver. God, yes, Nathan loved it. He loved…he… loved …

Nathan felt blinded as he came—paralyzed.

The sensations were still running through him as Sasha built to his own end and finally came as well.

Nathan was shaking when Sasha pulled out of him, pulled away, and grabbed the towel from the floor to wipe them both clean.

Even the touch of the towel made Nathan shiver a little.

He was still overly sensitized. He wondered how long it would take for him to come down from whatever high this was.

“Just give it a few minutes,” Sasha said close beside Nathan’s ear. “I’m sure it’s a little jarring. I’ve never done that with anyone before. Was it too much? Was it okay?”

At first Nathan didn’t quite understand why Sasha sounded worried. Maybe Nathan would have liked a warning first, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to be upset with the incubus for giving him the most amazing sexual experience of his life—again.

“Too much?” Nathan questioned. “Well…I don’t think I can feel my feet, but…that was pretty fucking incredible. I think I might implode if you do that every time though. Just so you know.”

Sasha’s laughter responded, and Nathan started to come back to himself enough to feel the bed beneath him again and see that Sasha was lying next to him, propped up to look down at him with those vivid blue eyes.

“Feeling better, then, Nathan?” the incubus asked.

Nathan reached a hand up to grab the back of Sasha’s neck and pulled the incubus down into a slow kiss. “Definitely…better.”