Page 103 of Sidhe (The Incubus Saga #3)

“Get your ass over here,” Nathan called huskily, pretty much tossing the phone over his shoulder and not caring where it landed. He stood from the bed and moved to meet Sasha halfway, in no state to play coy or be patient. He was at half-mast by the time their hands finally reached for each other.

The way their embrace spoke of ravenous, immediate need, their mouths hot and hungry, their tongues lapping with deep strokes, and their bodies already moving, sliding, grinding—it was just so wonderfully raw .

Nathan needed to get out of his clothes.

Then, the next second, he was on his back, on the hard floor, with his shirt jerked up to his neck, and fuck , how the hell had that happened?

Sharp blackened fingers dragged down Nathan’s ribs while a hot mouth sucked along his skin to a nipple.

Half of Nathan didn’t want this to go so fast, because they were both admittedly pent up and wouldn’t last long if they didn’t slow down, but the other half just wanted to rut and grip and thrust until they came.

Feeling his cock twitch painfully within the tight confines of denim as fangs bit with just the right amount of pressure into his neck, Nathan hastily slithered his own hands down his body to the clasp of his jeans.

He kept waiting for some phantom pain to rip through his skull or back, because how else had he ended up on the floor if not tackled, but the pain never came.

Sasha was one hell of a ninja when the situation called for it.

“Christ,” Nathan grit out, jerking his jeans down as far as he could, barely making it down his hips because of how heavy Sasha was on top of him.

“Forget the fucking foreplay,” he hissed with scant coherence, trying to mouth along Sasha’s jawline but unable to really reach with how Sasha had one of his ears between his teeth. “Need you in me now.”

“ Fuck , hearing you say that’s hot,” Sasha growled, his voice totally having gone over to the incubus side, and that just got Nathan itching for hard, fast relief that much more.

Pulling up, Sasha let his knees find balance on either side of Nathan’s thighs and tugged those constricting jeans the rest of the way down in one harsh motion, taking the shorts easily down with them.

The sudden striking of cool air on Nathan’s skin made him hiss and press his head back into the floor.

Sasha was almost feral with how wild he looked, his hair growing even as Nathan looked up and watched, those red eyes flashing, a low growl in the back of his throat.

Somehow Sasha managed to will one of his hands to become fully human again as he reached down between their bodies and Nathan spread his legs invitingly.

The lube appeared again, somehow—Nathan didn’t care how. How much time he actually allowed for preparation, he couldn’t be sure of either, but it felt like only moments before he was pleading, demanding that Sasha take him.

As soon as the words, “Now, just… please ,” left Nathan’s lips, Sasha pushed in, filling him, and forcing his back to arch with that first firm thrust.

Reaching up for something to grip onto, Nathan found a well-muscled bicep, tight with how it was clenched, his other hand raking over Sasha’s chest, clawing with blunt nails at the soft skin.

Nathan’s jeans were still caught around his ankles and kept getting in the way of there being only skin between them, but he didn’t care, bare in the places that mattered, even with his shirt still bunched up around his neck.

A moan keened out of Nathan when Sasha twisted, aptly finding that bundle of nerves that made him shudder down to his toes, fangs just barely visible as the incubus’ mouth fell open with a growl.

Sasha came first, hard inside of Nathan, the heat of his release bringing Nathan that much closer to his own end, but it wasn’t enough, not yet, and the frustration of that had Nathan mewling pitifully.

Before his mind could fully process what was happening, Sasha pulled out, careful so as not to sting, then climbed down Nathan’s body, swirling his tongue around the thick beads of pre-cum weeping down Nathan’s cock.

A harsher cry broke haggardly from Nathan’s throat, heat pooling quickly in the depths of his gut. He was close now, so close, as Sasha’s lips wrapped around his head and sucked until his hips jerked up, up again, and then he was coming, spilling wantonly into Sasha’s mouth.

The incubus licked his lips in satisfaction, staring wickedly up the length of Nathan’s body. “I…guess I really needed that,” Sasha’s voice came out hoarse and raspy.

Laughter choked in Nathan’s throat he was so breathless, his head dropping back before he managed to lift it again and look at Sasha—his incubus.

“No shit. You and me both, baby. Fuck yeah, we needed that. Come here.” Nathan raised a limp and heavy hand, reaching for Sasha’s face, his fingertips grazing the smooth white skin of Sasha’s cheek.

Sasha was still mostly human but his incubus was definitely showing.

After Sasha crawled his way back up Nathan’s body, they stayed there for a moment, sticky and spent, Sasha comfortably heavy on top of Nathan. It would have been easy for Nathan to fall asleep, even on the hard floor, but he had other plans.

“Don’t get too comfy now,” he spoke into the side of Sasha’s head, lips brushing soft, dampened red hair. “Now that that’s outta the way…we can take our time with round two.”

A low laugh from Sasha rumbled its way through Nathan’s neck where Sasha’s lips were gently pressing. “Round two? Aren’t you exhausted? It’s still early, ya know. Just because I’m buzzed from feeding doesn’t mean you don’t have the right to nap for a while.”

“Says who? I don’t want to sleep ‘til we’re out for the night. As hot as that first round was…I need more before I let this day go. Need you . Need as much of you as I can get…”

Nathan wasn’t oblivious to how his voice trailed a little on that, the humor of the moment lost. He didn’t want to get all serious now, but it was sort of crazy how they had managed to win. He didn’t want to lose this feeling of safety and peace. He didn’t want to lose Sasha.

Ever .

“I’m right here, Nate,” Sasha said softly, comfortingly, making Nathan wonder if he had mumbled some of that internal monologue out loud.

“I know,” Nathan whispered back, lips still pressed into Sasha hair, arms tight around him.

“Can’t deny I felt you pretty distinctly a few minutes ago, I just…

don’t want anything to change that. There have been way too many people and circumstances trying to take you away from me this past year. I’m never gonna let that happen.”

“Neither am I,” Sasha said.

Nathan squeezed his incubus against him, took a breath.

“Okay, I think I might be capable of walking now,” he said with a touch of humor again.

“Don’t suppose you’d let a guy up so he can shimmy the rest of the way out of these gross clothes?

I need to take a piss too, and, uhh…you’re sorta leaning on my bladder. ”

Sasha snorted. “ Jeez . So demanding,” he teased, but of course also complied, rolling away and sitting up languidly with a long stretch. Nathan would be happy the rest of his life if every day began with that sight—his rumpled incubus, naked and arching his back.

Nathan still wondered sometimes when it was that his life changed so much that this beautiful man became everything he wanted, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sitting up but not yet heading to the bathroom, Nathan let his hand trace lazy designs over Sasha’s skin, and Sasha stared back at him with a hazy gaze. “I want to…tell you something, but I don’t want it to ruin this,” Nathan said, half-regretting even bringing this up.

“What is it?” Sasha asked, brow furrowing.

“It’s just…I want you so much. To be with you. I want that. And nothing’s keeping us from that anymore, which is…it’s great , the biggest relief, I couldn’t be happier. But…” Nathan bit his lip, hating that there had to be a ‘but’.

“But you don’t want me to turn you yet,” Sasha said without further prompting.

Nathan swallowed the guilt that had been sitting in his throat. “Shit. You’re too smart for me sometimes, you know that? It’s not that I don’t want you to eventually .”

“Nathan,” Sasha laughed, rolling onto his side so they were facing each other.

“It’s okay, I get it. You accepted being an incubus so easily before, but because you had to, because at the time it seemed like the only way for us to be together.

That’s not true anymore. We don’t have to rush.

I want you to be ready. The apocalypse, everything with Malak, it screwed it all up, forced so many things.

I don’t want you to ever feel forced into being with me.

When you’re ready, I’ll still be here. No matter how long it takes.

” Sasha smiled with fondness, only love in his expression, one of his hands seeking out Nathan’s between them.

“Good,” Nathan huffed relief, inching closer to Sasha, their breath mingling as their faces neared, “I was just…scared you’d take it wrong.

Should’ve known better. But just to drive home how much I will want it when I’m ready,” Nathan gripped Sasha’s hand tightly, “and don’t get all girly over this or anything, but…

” He couldn’t say any more, couldn’t actually say it, whatever words might have come to him, so he just did what he had intended to do from the moment they came upstairs, from the moment the war ended.

He slipped his necklace over his head, removed his father’s wedding ring from the chain, and fit it onto the ring-finger of Sasha’s left hand.

Well, he tried . Sasha still being somewhat transformed and having claws instead of actual fingers got the ring stuck on the first taloned knuckle.

“God damn it,” Nathan grumbled, flicking his eyes up at Sasha with a scowl, “way to ruin the moment, man.”