Page 66 of Sidhe (The Incubus Saga #3)

Every inch of Sasha molded to Nathan’s side, down the length of his body.

Sasha’s equally hot, hard, and weeping erection slid across Nathan’s hip as he straddled his thigh and bucked against it, while those same trailing fingers started at Nathan’s navel and went straight down—slow, so damn slow , until finally they got to the base of Nathan’s cock, feathered around to the underside and trailed lightly all the way up to the tip.

Nathan shuddered at how this was even more torturous, because it was what he wanted but not enough, not nearly enough. Sasha’s thumb circled Nathan’s tip, spreading the pre-cum in constant circles, but no more than that, not grabbing Nathan and pumping hard like he desperately needed.

Sasha’s hips bucked forward again, his erection sliding hot across Nathan’s thigh. Nathan strained against his bonds, trying to somehow get to Sasha, get closer, but all he could do was twist his hips halfway, which only resulted in Sasha’s hand and cock leaving his skin.

“You want me, Nathan?” Sasha’s voice was ragged and breathless.

Nathan would settle for a quick hand job at this point, because at least then he might stop shaking. He wanted Sasha in the worst way—the best way. Incapable of speech at the moment, he only managed a strangled whimper.

“Prove it,” Sasha hissed by Nathan’s ear. He sat up on Nathan’s chest, his cock hot against Nathan’s collarbone, his hand reaching back to… oh . Sasha grabbed Nathan’s dick and squeezed.

Nathan’s hips jerked up into Sasha’s hold, wanting more, as much as possible, but Sasha kept his strokes tight and agonizingly slow, gathering the wetness with his thumb again, only this time spreading it down over all of Nathan, making him wonderfully slick.

What made it even hotter was that Sasha kept scooting further up Nathan’s chest, having to extend his reach to still pump Nathan, but bringing Sasha’s own length that much closer to where Nathan could finally get at it.

A swipe of his tongue was all it took and Sasha moaned.

Shifting that much further up Nathan’s chest, his body heavy and making Nathan breathless in a way he didn’t mind at all, Sasha brought himself to Nathan’s lips, moaning again when Nathan sucked him in eagerly, bobbing hot and fast to show Sasha just the kind of rhythm he wanted from Sasha’s hand.

If Sasha had wanted to drag this out further, he abandoned that now, pumping Nathan in synch to how Nathan swallowed him down.

Nathan’s moans caught in his throat, vibrating around Sasha’s cock, but Sasha’s cries and whimpers were beautifully audible.

He knew he was working Sasha expertly when the moans stopped short and Sasha’s hand on him squeezed almost too tightly.

It was sudden, Sasha’s release down Nathan’s throat, the threshold not even having appeared as Sasha’s orgasm filled Nathan with energy like he had never felt before.

It put to shame feeding off of affection, even the amazing rush from feeding off of Jim and Alex.

Nathan managed to swallow as Sasha came, but he had to pull his head to the side and gasp for air afterwards, buzzed and trembling from the whole thing.

“That…wasn’t supposed to happen,” Sasha huffed in a blissed out voice.

Still breathing through the effects of the sexual energy filling him, Nathan couldn’t help but grin. “Never…underestimate me, baby. Even when bound.”

Sasha laughed, his hand giving Nathan a loving tug. That reminded Nathan that despite how incredible that had felt, he hadn’t actually gotten off yet.

“Better take care of you now, huh?” Sasha breathed warm on Nathan’s face after sliding off to the side. For a few seconds, he left the bed, but Nathan heard the drawer of the table next to it open and close.

Sasha crawled onto the bed again. He kept his face and body close to Nathan as he reached back and stretched himself, the noises he made hardening Nathan further, knowing what Sasha was doing but only able to imagine the sight.

“Sasha…” Nathan said in what he would later deny was a deep whine.

“Ugnn…ah… Nathan …” Sasha responded, his forehead pressing into Nathan’s for support.

At this point Nathan was afraid he’d lose it without Sasha even having to touch him again. “ Hurry …”

Just as Nathan said that, a hand slick with oil began gliding up over Nathan’s already tightening balls, reaching his length and squeezing too hard again as it coated him. Sasha straddled Nathan low enough on his hips so that when he bucked up he found just what he wanted.

He knew he had to be careful, slow, because even though he had done fine with that first bit of feeding, he couldn’t lose focus now.

And Sasha was human, not quite so indestructible; the last thing Nathan wanted was to hurt him.

So when Sasha pushed down, and all Nathan wanted was to buck all the way up into him, he grit his teeth and held back, let Sasha descend at his own pace.

There was a bit back cry as Sasha settled on Nathan to the hilt, and Nathan feared that this was too different for Sasha when he was human, too painful.

But then that hitched cry became a moan, Sasha’s muscles tightening around Nathan as he pleaded, “Nathan, move ,” and Nathan, being a loving boyfriend, obliged.

Part of Nathan wished he could have free range of his hands, grip Sasha’s hips, and help rock him up and down the way he wanted, but the constant jerking of his hips did well enough. Sasha, after adjusting, moved with gusto, hands tight on Nathan’s shoulders as he rode him.

“Nathan…I-I…wanna see you. See your wings. Show me.”

It was only too easy, letting the glamours fall away, feeling his wings spread out beneath him and falling off the sides of the bed.

One bumped the table, but he didn’t hear any telling crashes.

His raptor feet hung off the end as well, his horns long and coiling once they formed, and nearly colliding with the headboard on each thrust.

Nathan didn’t know how long he could last, rocking ceaselessly while feeling the echo of everything Sasha was feeling, their combined sexual energy filling the room. But when Sasha started groping Nathan’s wings, trailing along them like he had trailed his fingers earlier, Nathan gasped.

“Fuck,” his head pressed into the pillow beneath him, “I want…I want to feed you the circuit. How do I do it?” He had always wondered what it would be like— this , right now, flipped as they were and able to share how they made each other feel.

“You…you know how. It’s instinct. Just…start slow, Nate…or you’ll make me pass out,” Sasha finished with a laugh.

The circuit—Nathan could feel how it flowed through them, the way the sexual energy swirled and was being transferred. So he believed Sasha’s words, believed he knew how to do this, and just…let the circuit open as slowly as he could.

Sasha gasped, moaned, thrust down harder. “ Nathan .”

“This is how you make me feel,” Nathan panted back at him, “every damn time. You feel it, baby…? You feel what you do to me?”

Sasha keened—all the answer Nathan needed.

Their activities had hardened Sasha again, the evidence squished between them as they rocked, and Nathan was close now, so close, the shared circuit making it all the more intense. And now, this time, Nathan saw that threshold beckoning him. He told it to fuck off and held onto Sasha tighter.

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, and before 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 fuck him .

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, and he was 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.