Page 71 of Changeling (The Incubus Saga #2)

Sasha growled approval and, before Nathan could reclaim his bearings, he found himself lifted right off the floor.

It wasn’t even the slightest effort for the incubus to hoist Nathan up in a way that had Nathan curling his legs around Sasha’s waist, those large hands holding firm on Nathan’s denim covered ass as he moved swiftly across the room.

Nathan didn’t feel frail or dainty like that, held up by Sasha’s superior strength. He felt desired, wanted, needed .

Nathan felt Sasha pressing up into him as they remained connected, hard and straining in his jeans. Knowing Sasha would never drop him, Nathan bucked forward, his ankles locking together at Sasha’s lower back. He liked that feeling, being lifted and grounded at the same time.

Then he was being laid out on the mattress as Sasha climbed up the bed. But Nathan’s legs still had the two of them hooked at the waist and he wasn’t about to release the redhead without a fight. They both still had their jackets and shoes on along with all of their clothing.

“ Nathan ,” Sasha growled, grinding down so that being captive beneath denim was really starting to get painful.

Sasha’s hands were on either side of his head, bracing him as he leaned down and kissed Nathan fiercely.

Still, there were no fangs, no flash of red eyes, just raw passion fueled by the extra power coursing through Sasha’s veins.

The bizarre combination was even more of a turn on.

Nathan’s fingers curled around the edges of Sasha’s jacket to keep him close as they kissed hard and deep with long strokes of their tongues.

He moved one hand up into Sasha’s hair and gripped tight.

There was a furnace between them that could not burn any hotter.

Nathan needed to get out of his clothes.

But Sasha was being so demanding, like he was trying to fuck Nathan right through his jeans, grinding down and kissing Nathan feverishly. “Work for it, baby,” Nathan gasped around those full lips, bucking up to meet Sasha’s insistent thrusting.

“ Tease ,” came back that wonderfully rough voice that made Nathan tremble.

Nathan toed off his shoes while his legs were still wrapped around Sasha’s waist. They fell to either side of Sasha onto the bed. Nathan felt awkward movements from Sasha as the incubus did the same but Nathan heard the thud, thud that indicated Sasha’s shoes had at least made it to the floor.

With a great rush of air, Sasha pulled up so that he was almost kneeling over Nathan.

His stare was so hungry, famished and wanting, as he looked Nathan over.

Nathan’s coat was open but the Henley beneath must have been offensive to Sasha or something for how he grimaced and then pushed it up nearly to Nathan’s chin to reveal smooth flesh.

He ran the flat of his hands up Nathan’s stomach and gentle fingers traced over the flecks of remaining scars.

Lovingly, Sasha ran his hands down Nathan’s chest and stomach. He leaned closer, this time for a gentler kiss. Nathan rolled his hips to reposition himself, inadvertently grinding them into each other again, and Sasha gasped as he pulled away.

“Nathan,” he said exasperatingly, for a moment sounding entirely human as he broke into a grin and laughed, “will you unhook your legs already?”

“ Make me.”

One second Nathan was grinning up at Sasha, the next his back was pressed up against the headboard and Sasha was drawn in so close that Nathan could feel every bit of the incubus’ body touching him somewhere. It was so fucking hot with all their clothes still on.

Sasha’s eyes shimmered but didn’t flash red, so close that Nathan was utterly lost in them.

He shivered in anticipation, his back a little sore from however he had ended up against the headboard.

While sometimes Nathan craved Sasha’s incubus nature—claws, fangs, red eyes, and glorious wings—there was something so much more carnal about how Sasha roughly began to tear off Nathan’s clothing as just a man.

It wasn’t gentle, the way Nathan’s jacket was just gone, his shirt torn over his head, or his barely undone jeans pushed down his hips, but there was no fear or pain in the wake of Sasha’s pressing fingertips. Any bruises Nathan had in the morning would be cherished marks of honor.

Nathan was barely able to help Sasha undress in kind, too overrun by Sasha’s eagerness and rough hands. He was completely naked against the incubus and all he had managed was to free one arm from Sasha’s jacket.

Looking wild and starved—not to feed, just for Nathan —Sasha shrugged the jacket off, knocked Nathan’s shoes to the floor, and began as quickly and haphazardly stripping himself as he had Nathan.

Nathan managed to help get Sasha’s jeans half down his hips before finding himself knocked back into the headboard.

Sasha’s hands were everywhere; touching, seeking, his whole body surrounding Nathan like the redhead had him pinned into a corner and was lifting him up for a hard fuck against the wall.

It was just like that, even though the pillows were beneath Nathan’s ass and Sasha was on his knees, his jeans still trapping him and impairing his movement.

Without stopping his rough memorizing of Nathan’s body, Sasha shimmied his jeans off his hips finally and kicked them to the floor, the shorts having easily slid down with the rest.

The relief was visible on Sasha’s face. He swooped forward and just had Nathan, his arms lifting Nathan up under his knees.

For a second Nathan feared Sasha wasn’t going to wait.

Aided by pheromones or not that would hurt .

But Sasha just kissed him hard, moving to his stubbled cheek, and then down his neck where he nipped and licked again with flat, normal teeth.

With the way Sasha was pressed forward, Nathan could feel everything, especially that insistent presence seeking an entrance but not yet claiming it.

Their chests were tight, the room hot and sticky around them as their skin became so quickly slick.

Nathan knew he was already gasping, trying to stabilize, to offer responding kisses or touches, but Sasha had him absolutely bound and all he could do was accept everything that happened.

The first finger was surprisingly gentle considering Sasha’s urgency, and slick—when had Sasha gotten his hands on lube, Nathan wondered.

No single part of the redhead ever slowed down or stopped entirely, not his hips subtly arching up, his hands, or his mouth moving across Nathan’s collarbone.

That first finger stretched and pressed and made Nathan’s breath hitch.

The second had mewling noises falling from his throat.

By the end Nathan was past ready, trying to move but unable to within Sasha’s tight and full-bodied hold.

He was pressed between the headboard and Sasha’s firm form.

He wasn’t even touching the mattress with how Sasha had him lifted.

Sasha gasped growly and low as he finally began to press inside of Nathan.

Nathan bit his lip, waiting to adjust, waiting for Sasha to move and press him back hard and unyielding against the headboard behind them.

“I love you…” came the words first, accompanied by a slow, steady buck forward. Then again, the same way, “I love you,” with another thrust that was too drawn out for Nathan to bear. It became a chant on trembling lips that finally gave way to just breaths rising and falling along with Nathan’s.

The pace went from languid to fierce quickly, and at one point Nathan’s head snapped back and struck the wall above the headboard.

He laughed when Sasha paused at hearing his sudden cursing, moving as best he could to get Sasha to just keep going, don’t stop, oh right the fuck there, don’t you dare stop .

It was deep and shuddering and more forceful than they had ever been. And Nathan loved every minute of it.

It wasn’t until he had spilled between their bodies with a great shudder, and soon felt Sasha reach a similarly sharp and satisfying end, that Nathan realized at no point had he felt any semblance of the circuit. Much as Nathan loved the circuit, he grinned when he thought of the reason why.

Sasha was juiced from the energy; he didn’t need to feed.

Their dance had been purely about them. It curled Nathan’s toes that much more to know unequivocally that Sasha had been hungry for him, not anything he could gain from him.

Symbiotic relationship or not, Sasha wanted only him and that meant something. That mattered.

Eventually clean, exhausted, and lying numb on top of the mattress, Nathan thought he would fall asleep quickly.

He was pleasantly surprised when instead Sasha curled up tight against him, clinging to him and holding him, and they started to talk.

They talked about nothing, about everything, about things that made them laugh and that sometimes made their voices catch.

They talked for hours until they were so tired that their talking fell to contented hums and finally they fell asleep.

“You think…Jim…had as good a time as we did tonight?” Nathan asked just before sleep took him.

“Mmm,” Sasha rumbled beside his ear, all warm skin like velvet, “I hope so.”