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Chapter 17

Nathan

Nathan’s head buzzed. This was everything he never knew he needed. Everything he never even knew how to ask for. Storm fucked into his mouth with slow, steady purpose. For once in his life, Nathan wasn’t the responsible one. He wasn’t making the decisions. It was nice to know he had a safe word, that he could pull the emergency brake and stop this train if he absolutely needed to, but he wouldn’t. He knew he wouldn’t. He wanted to give this to Storm. He wanted to shed every ounce of choice. Let Storm give him whatever he wanted. Let him take whatever he wanted. Storm would make sure he felt good in the end. Storm would protect him. He didn’t have to worry about a thing here. He could just be .

He’d never felt so safe with anyone before.

His cock was rock hard between his legs, but he didn’t reach down to touch himself. Storm hadn’t told him to, and he didn’t want to end this too quickly by rushing things, anyway. Every nerve ending was alight with pleasure, his nipples tingling and his hole burning from the recent stretch of Storm’s tongue.

He wanted more . His fingers curled around Storm’s thighs, pulling and tugging.

“More?” Storm asked gruffly.

Nathan nodded, suckling the head of Storm’s spit-slick cock. A noise of dismay left him when Storm abruptly pulled it out.

“Say it with words. I need to hear it.”

“More, I want more.” Nathan barely recognized his own gravelly voice. “I need it. Harder, deeper, please.”

Storm grabbed him by the chin, not hard but rough enough to get his attention. Storm’s red eyes stared intently into his own. “Tell me.”

“I want it,” Nathan whispered. “I want to give you everything. I want you to take everything. I want to feel only you, every bit of you, everywhere. Take me and make me yours.”

“Jesus.” It sounded strange coming from a demon, but Nathan supposed it was more of a curse than a prayer. “You pinch me if you need me to stop.”

“I will.” He wouldn’t.

Storm pushed him against the foot of the bed, his shoulders and neck against the edge. He barely took a breath of surprise before Storm’s cock was tunneling back inside his mouth, pushing all the way in. Nathan’s nose brushed the coarse hair around the base, his throat fighting against the intrusion. His head swirled, and then it was gone, pulling back and shoving back in, over and over. Nathan’s body got with the program, slurping and sucking as Storm used him just like he wanted. Nathan couldn’t go anywhere or do anything but take it. His eyes watered, and his fingers scrabbled at Storm’s thighs, never pinching but gripping for purchase. All the while, Storm’s fingers combed delicately through his hair, an endearing juxtaposition from the aggressive thrusting of his cock.

He wasn’t ready for it to end when Storm suddenly pulled out, kneeling down and picking Nathan up. He yelped in surprise, his stomach bottoming out as he landed on the bed with a bounce. Storm didn’t follow him down, though. With a fierce look on his face, Storm rounded the bed, pulling something out and tossing it down beside Nathan.

It was a tangled strip of black, and it took him a moment to realize he was looking at a rope. Heat bloomed under his skin, and he met Storm’s eyes.

“Okay?” Storm asked.

Nathan nodded, and Storm’s face collapsed with disapproval.

“Words,” Storm growled.

“Yes. Good.”

Storm nodded. “Good. Sit up. On your knees.”

Nathan obeyed, his cock so hard he shook with the desire to touch himself. Storm’s hands were strong and sure as they braided the rope around his upper body. He guided Nathan’s hands behind his back and tied them into place, and when all was said and done, Storm stopped in front of him, smiling.

“Look down,” Storm said.

Nathan did, peering at the rope that crossed his shoulders and chest in an intricate design that looked a little like…

“Is this a pentagram?”

Storm chortled. “Yeah.”

Nathan smiled. “How blasphemous.”

“How does it feel? Not too tight?”

“It feels perfect.” And it was true. The only thing that would make it better was Storm’s hands on his body, doing what Nathan couldn’t do for himself.

Storm gave him a gentle push. “Lay back, sunshine.”

Nathan let himself fall backward, and Storm followed, guiding his legs up and apart in that vulnerable position that took his breath away every time. He squirmed as Storm trailed kisses up and down his inner thighs, inhaling his scent at the bend of his hip and massaging a thumb over his hole.

“Close your eyes,” Storm said.

Nathan obeyed. The bed shifted, and when Storm returned, he was beside him, sliding an arm under Nathan’s head and nudging a leg to drape over his hip, keeping him spread wide. Slick fingers spread lube around his hole, and then one pressed inside. Nathan moaned, turning blindly for a kiss. Storm’s finger sank deep inside, and Nathan wanted to sob, because it was exactly what he’d been missing. His breath left in a grunt, and his hips jerked toward Storm’s hand.

He’d done so good at obeying and not begging for more, but the words tumbled out of him now. His lips brushed Storm’s as he spoke. “Please, Storm, fuck me. I need you inside me. I need to feel you. I can’t wait.”

“I’ve got you, sunshine,” Storm whispered. “I’ll fuck you soon. First, I want you to fall apart like this, in my arms and on my fingers. Spread wide, feeling me all around you.”

Nathan whimpered.

“You can do it.”

He could, far too easily. Storm’s finger moved rhythmically in and out, with long, mercilessly fast strokes. When Nathan thought he couldn’t stand any more, a second finger squeezed in with the first, burning hot and hitting all the right spots. Nathan panted against Storm’s lips, too overwhelmed to kiss but unwilling to move away. His spine arched, fists clenching against his back. His neglected cock wept against his stomach, leaving sticky smears every time he moved.

“Please. Please,” he said mindlessly.

Storm’s free hand found one nipple, and Storm leaned over him to take the other in his mouth, sucking and pinching as he fucked him hard and fast with his fingers. Nathan gasped, raising his hips up off the bed as his orgasm burned through him. He shouted, cock jerking and body shuddering. Storm just hummed, letting him spill across his stomach.

Floating in a haze of pleasure, Nathan barely felt Storm roll him over. Warm hands smoothed up and down his body, tugging on knots and checking his circulation, then spread him open wide. Nathan moaned as Storm’s thick cock tunneled inside him. He pinned Nathan’s hips down with his own, legs braced on either side of Nathan’s, and planted his hands on Nathan’s shoulder blades. He was completely at Storm’s mercy, and a bolt of burning heat went through him.

Grinding in deep, Storm leaned over him, growling in his ear, “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I am,” Nathan sobbed.

“Tell me.”

“I’m yours,” he swore. “I am. It scares the shit out of me.” He sucked down a sharp gasp and kept going, unable to stop. “I never knew I could feel like this. You see me, every part of me. You make me feel things I never thought I could. So good, so safe, and I don’t—know what to do without you. I can’t, I can’t live without you, and I don’t know what I’ll do but I just know I belong here. Please, Storm, please tell me, please don’t stop, oh God, I… I…”

Storm grabbed his chin and forcibly turned his head, kissing him quiet. Nathan tried to twist to get to his mouth better, but Storm wasn’t having it, slamming his hips down harder to keep Nathan where he wanted him.

“You’re mine,” Storm told him, still holding his chin. “All mine. You’re not going anywhere, not ever. Not back to the guild, not away from me, no. You want me to tell you? You stay. Stay here with me. Let me love you. Let me have you. Drink my blood, stay with me forever. Say you will.”

“I will!”

“Say it!”

“I’ll stay with you! I love you, oh God, I can’t believe it, but I do. I love you, I love, fuck, I’m coming, Storm. Storm, Storm !” He screamed as he came, bucking under Storm as he came untouched for the second time, burying the sound in the mattress and biting the sheet. His hole clenched around Storm’s merciless cock, and Storm filled him up with heat as he followed him over the edge, shoving in as deep as he could and stilling on top of him.

It was a little hard to catch his breath with Storm on top of him, but Nathan didn’t care. He groaned when Storm pulled out and lifted off him, leaving him feeling hollow and cold. Before he could do more than that, Storm used the knots between his shoulder blades to pull him to his knees. Nathan groaned again at having to hold himself upright long enough for Storm to untie the knots.

His breath hitched as his arms were freed, and Storm paused at the sound.

“Sunshine?”

He did it again, unable to stifle it. “I’m sorry.”

“Nate.” He said it so tenderly that Nathan’s eyes pricked with tears. The rest of the rope fell away, and then Storm was there, curling around him from behind. “What is it, sunshine? Did I hurt you?”

“No. I just feel…” He felt like he was floating, like he’d left every earthly worry behind somewhere far below. Everything but this moment was inconsequential, and he’d never felt this kind of relief before. He’d attended sermons and said his prayers all his life, but somehow it was a demon that gave him true peace.

“Bad?” Storm guessed with dread.

“No, no, I feel good .” He turned in Storm’s arms to hide his face in his neck. “I feel so good. Everything you said, did you mean it?”

“Yes,” Storm said solemnly. “I meant every word. I want you to be mine forever.” He paused, then hesitantly ventured, “Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow? I know I’m kind of dumb when it comes to this stuff, but I’m pretty sure you’re still high. That might be contributing to the highs and lows you’re feeling. Do you think you could sleep?”

Yes, he could definitely sleep. His body was heavy and lax with satisfaction. He nodded.

“Good. Come here, lay down.” He pulled the blankets back, and they climbed under together.

Nathan collapsed mostly on top of Storm, whose hands swept up and down his body. One ventured over the swell of his ass, sliding into his crack to graze his hole.

“Do it,” Nathan muttered.

“Hm?”

“Do it, I want you to. Feels sore and empty.”

Storm’s finger slipped inside, and Nathan gave a sigh of relief, hitching his leg up to give him more room and tangling their fingers together on Storm’s chest.

“Sleep, sunshine,” Storm murmured. “I promise, I’ll be here when you wake up.”