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Chapter 8

Nathan

Nathan could barely think past the hot, wet suction of Storm’s mouth around his cock. He’d never been with anyone who could just take it like this, letting Nathan thrust as deep and hard as he wanted into his throat. It was unnatural. Addictive. Dangerous.

When he felt pressure against his hole, a moan tore from his mouth that surprised even him. He’d never done this, and before tonight, he would’ve assumed he wasn’t interested in trying it. But he was harder than ever, and sweat prickled along his skin. Storm’s throat was tight and perfect, and the dull burn of his slick finger entering Nathan’s body sent him to new heights. A part of Storm was inside him. His hips stilled as he turned his attention inward, toward the new sensations filling him. He was on fire, he was burning up. His hips rotated, and he felt Storm’s finger slide deeper with the movement, brushing something that had his cock jerking hard.

“God,” he whined.

Storm hummed, the sound vibrating down his length. When he bobbed his head this time, he moved his finger in time with it. Up and down, in and out. A sob spilled from Nathan’s mouth. Storm worked him over like a starving man, like he was hungry for it.

“I’m—I’m—” His fingers scrabbled at Storm’s shoulders.

Storm pulled off with a pop before the pleasure inside him could reach its peak, crawling up Nathan’s body and urging his mouth open again, slipping his tongue inside. His hands hooked under Nathan’s knees, urging them to spread wide. It wasn’t a position he was used to, and the vulnerability of it, the unfamiliar stretch of his inner thighs, set him ablaze, heat crackling under his skin.

“You want more, sunshine?” Storm crooned, slipping a hand back down between their bodies. “You think you can take all of me?”

Nathan whimpered, unable to speak as two fingers pressed inside this time. His breath caught in his throat, and Storm swallowed his moans with deep, hungry kisses, distracting him as a third finger eased in, too. The burning stretch was more intense this time, but it eased as Storm gently massaged his inner walls, tagging his prostate over and over until his flagging cock was rock hard once more.

“Please, please,” he heard himself say. He wanted to come—he needed it. He’d never felt so wholly at someone else’s mercy, so incapable of taking control for his own needs.

“Soon,” Storm growled, teeth nipping at Nathan’s neck and shoulder.

When he was rolling his body up against Storm’s, urgently trying to take his fingers deeper or rub his cock on Storm’s washboard abs, he finally had mercy on him. He sat back on his heels and reached for the lube again, extracting his fingers and slicking his cock.

Lightning buzzed down Nathan’s spine. Were they really about to do this? He couldn’t think of anything he’d ever wanted more, but was that normal? He barely knew Storm, and he was a demon . Was he really about to jeopardize everything to be with this one man?

He tensed, pressing an elbow into the mattress to sit up.

“Stop thinking.”

The low growl cut through his spiraling thoughts, and his mind went quiet, floating into blank space. Some deep, animal part of him trusted Storm. Just like in his dream, Storm would take care of him. Make him feel good. His eyes snapped toward Storm’s crimson ones, and Storm’s lips parted as he carefully studied Nathan’s expression.

“Good boy,” Storm praised, stroking his belly, and Nathan’s breath left in a whoosh, the last of the tension draining from his body once more. “You can take me, now. Just relax and let me in.”

Storm pushed his legs up and apart, spreading him open wide, and then pressed the fat head of his cock to Nathan’s entrance. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the burn. He didn’t realize he’d gone tight as a bowstring until a gentle hand laid across the base of his neck.

His eyes flew open. Storm was leaning over him.

“Eyes on me, sunshine. Don’t get lost in that head of yours.”

Nathan swallowed hard, fighting the absurd urge to cry. No one had ever been able to read him so well. It seemed unfair that it should be a demon who could do so now. Crimson filled his vision as Storm’s fingers gripped his hips tight. He pressed forward, and Nathan bore down, his breaths rabbiting until Storm’s thick length slipped past the first ring of muscle, easing inside.

“There it is,” Storm said, tunneling deeper and deeper one inch at a time.

“It’s too much,” Nathan whimpered, clawing at Storm’s flanks. He’d never wanted anything more, but he wasn’t sure he could take it.

“No, sunshine. I’m almost there. You’re taking me so well.” He rested his elbows on either side of Nathan’s head, cradling his head and kissing him softly.

“ God .” He didn’t know if it was a prayer or a curse.

Finally, Storm bottomed out, bringing their hips flush. Then he stopped, letting Nathan breathe.

“You’re so tight,” Storm groaned, mouthing at his clavicle, his mouth damp and hot. “Fit me like a glove. Fucking perfect.”

Nathan threaded his fingers through Storm’s pale hair. No one had ever called him that before, and something fragile cracked open inside his chest. Storm worked a hand between them, wrapping around his half-hard shaft and pumping firmly, teasing him back to full hardness.

“Storm,” he moaned.

“How’re you feeling, sunshine?”

The burn was fading, leaving only fullness and heat behind. It was so overwhelming. He’d never felt anything like it. “Better, I think.”

“You think?” Storm pulled out slightly and pushed back in. Hot pleasure sparkled through him.

Nathan gasped. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Storm bared his teeth.

He pulled out all the way this time, slowly, until only the head of his cock remained, and then tunneled back inside. Pleasure rocked through Nathan’s body, and his back arched.

“Very good,” Storm growled, sending a shudder down Nathan’s spine, and did it again. He pushed back in harder this time, slapping their hips together, and Nathan cried out.

He found a rhythm like that, all the way out and all the way in, grinding against Nathan’s prostate on each pass. His hand never left Nathan’s cock, moving it in time with his pounding hips.

Nathan couldn’t have muffled his moans now even if he wanted to. He was so glad he didn’t share a wall with his neighbors. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending filled and snapping with pleasure like he’d never known. He felt like he was going to explode with it. Without Storm’s weight on top of him he was certain he would’ve vibrated right off the bed. He tried to meet Storm’s thrusts, but his muscles didn’t want to obey. He was out of control, made into a puddle by the stubborn demon fucking into him with determination, like keeping Nathan like this was his primary objective in life.

“Please, Storm, please,” he sobbed. He couldn’t take much more. His body burned from within. His sac was tight, his cock heavy. “Mercy!”

Storm’s thumb passed over the slit of his cock, and everything whited out. A scream tore from his throat, his body spasming. Strong hands gripped him tight, Storm’s thick cock spearing into him a handful more times before going still, grinding deep as liquid heat filled him up.

He didn’t realize little whines were spilling from him until Storm kissed him quiet, rocking his hips gently, like he wasn’t ready to be done despite the fact they’d both already come.

“Shh, I’ve got you, sunshine,” Storm crooned against his panting mouth.

Nathan’s body quivered with aftershocks. He didn’t think he’d ever come so hard in his life . He clung to Storm’s body, hooking his ankles behind his lower back and digging his fingers into the rounded muscle of his shoulders. Storm weathered it all, kissing him softly until Nathan stopped feeling like he was an exposed wire, arcing with electricity and out of control.

Regret would find him soon. This was a monumentally stupid thing to do. But lips on his own pulled him from his thoughts. He groaned weakly as Storm pulled out. Soreness in his inner thighs was already setting in, but it was an afterthought as he rolled with Storm, following his mouth. Storm’s arms were warm and tight around him, and when he finally pulled away to breathe, he rested his head on Storm’s broad, fuzzy chest.

“Don’t start thinking yet, sunshine,” Storm said, his voice low and soothing. “Don’t borrow tomorrow’s trouble. Just rest.”

Tomorrow’s trouble. Yes, he had no doubt this would be a mess, but Storm was right. It was a mess he could face tomorrow.

* * *

When Nathan woke, Storm was gone, and he tried to ignore the way his stomach dropped with disappointment. The space beside him had long ago grown cold, and he stretched out a hand, mulling over his complicated feelings. Midmorning sunlight streamed in through the slats of his window blinds. He rolled onto his back, wondering when Storm snuck out—and how he managed it without waking him. The last thing he remembered was being sprawled on top of him. Somehow Storm had not only slipped away but worked the blankets out from under him to cover him up. He was still naked, and gloriously sore. His body was satisfied, bone-deep, in a way he’d never felt before. It was the best sex of his life. Anxiety twisted in him like a coiled serpent at the thought of what they’d done, but he couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed it.

That made it all the more dangerous. He couldn’t do this again. He’d had a grievous lapse in judgment, and he could not become the next Alex or Luke. Something about Storm got under his skin, but… this couldn’t happen again. It was good that Storm had slipped out during the night. At least Nathan wouldn’t have to shoo him away or find a way to break things off. This could be a one time thing, and he could move on. The guild never had to learn about it, and he could carry on trying to build the truce between the two groups.

He would just avoid him. He knew how to contact the humans in their outfit now. There was no need to go through Storm anymore.

With a groan, he rolled out of bed and stood. His thighs and ass were sore but not in a debilitating way. In a wonderful, distracting way. Every time he walked, sat, or moved today, he would be reminded of what he’d done. And there was no one he could confess to. Even if he went for a confession at the church, the risk that Father Hawley would relay the information to Sloan was too great. No, he had to keep this to himself.

That wasn’t entirely true. There were others who’d been in his position before, weren’t there? Alex and Luke, even Ira, though he’d never been a fighter.

Ira. Maybe speaking with the level-headed prophet would help him sort out his thoughts.

But first, a shower.

He was mortified to realize there was dried cum between his legs. He turned the hot water up and told himself that was why his face was hot as he cleaned himself thoroughly and tried not to think about how good it had felt when Storm filled him up. When that didn’t work, he pressed his hot forehead to the cold tile and coached himself on letting it go. It didn’t matter how good it felt. It couldn’t happen again. It wouldn’t happen again. He would be excommunicated or killed for what they’d done last night, and all his efforts to create a truce would be wasted.

He dressed in clean jeans and a T-shirt, then ventured to the kitchen.

There was a post-it on the coffeemaker. He cast a glance through the living room, but it was empty. Nothing was out of place. Hell, even the lock on the doorknob was turned. Storm locked up when he snuck out. That was nice, he supposed.

Coffee’s ready. Just hit the button , the post-it read, with a little zigzag thing at the bottom—was that a lightning bolt? Storm signed his name with a lightning bolt. That was adorable.

“No, it’s not, dammit,” he said aloud, opening the coffeemaker’s lid. As promised, it was already filled with fresh grounds, and the tank was full of water. He pushed the button with a sigh.

While it ran, he fetched his phone from the bedroom and pressed Ira’s name. It rang for so long that Nathan began to worry it would go to voicemail.

“ ‘Lo ?”

He took a breath, but paused. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“ Little bit .” There was a soft murmur, and Ira said, “ It’s just Nate. Go back to sleep .”

“ Gonna kill ‘em both ,” a deep voice replied, close enough this time for him to overhear.

Both?

“ Hang on, let me go into the next room .”

Nathan waited, watching the coffee trickle into the pot as the sound of a door closing and soft shuffling came through the speaker.

“ Okay. What’s up? ”

“I… I need some advice. I know we aren’t supposed to ask prophets about things, but?—”

“ Don’t worry about that. We’re not exactly abiding by guild rules these days. ”

“Right.” He sighed, passing a hand over his short hair. “I did something stupid.”

“ I don’t know that I’d call Storm stupid . He has his moments, I guess, but ? — ”

“I wasn’t calling him —wait. You already know?”

“ Uh. ”

He desperately wanted to know if Ira had seen them having sex in a vision, but the answer might make him combust into flames. He decided to focus on the problem at hand instead. “What do I do, then? This can’t happen again. Sloan would lose it. They’d kill me!”

“ Do you love him? ”

“Do I love the demon I met two days ago who had sex with me and snuck out while I was sleeping?” He had the grace to lock up behind himself and make Nathan’s coffee, which was nice, but sneaking out just made the whole thing feel like a one-night stand. Maybe that was all it was to him. Nathan had to admit that would make things easier, even if it did make something uncomfortable squirm in his belly. That was all it should be, and he was determined to accept that. It wasn’t like they could have anything serious. He couldn’t have a relationship with a demon and be in the guild. They’d all learned by now that that simply wasn’t possible.

“ He snuck out ? Ugh, he is stupid. I’m going to give him so much hell, just wait until tonight. ”

“What?”

“ Nothing. Listen, his stupidity aside: how did it make you feel? ”

“I… I don’t know, man. Good, I guess? The sex was good.” His face flamed, and he regretted calling Ira at all. This was embarrassing. He should’ve just put it in a box and buried it in the back of his head like a good little Christian. “But it’s dangerous. It’s stupid. I should be glad he left this morning without saying anything.”

Ira snorted.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

“ You sound like we did, that’s all .”

Nathan fought the urge to hit something. It would be the coffeemaker, and he couldn’t afford a new one. “I don’t want that!”

“ Then don’t see him again. ”

Like it was so simple. “You guys made him my point of contact.”

“ That was just because Talon was being a dick about letting you near any of the humans. He’s over it now .”

“Oh.” So that was it, then? He didn’t have to talk to Storm again? He could just go around him and do what he needed to do and… forget about it. Forget about how safe he’d made him feel. Forget about Storm’s reassuring warmth as he fell asleep.

“ Is that what you want? ”

It felt like a leading question. He didn’t know how to answer it.

Ira sighed through the line. “ I won’t tell you what to do, Nate. All I’ll tell you is that things will fall into place as they’re meant to. ”

“Is that how you’re so Zen all the time? ‘What will be will be?’” He opened the cabinet over the coffeemaker and grabbed a travel mug.

“ Something like that. When I’m not scared shitless. ”

Nathan snorted. He found it hard to picture Ira as anything other than mysteriously knowing and cool-headed, but he supposed he was still only human.

“ Look, if you don’t want to deal with Storm for a bit, you can call me. You know where the Rink is, and you’re welcome any time. Take all the time you need to figure things out. I know it can be overwhelming when you’re first starting out .”

“First starting out,” he repeated dumbly.

“ With a demon .”

Nathan’s head fell back in despair. “I’m not… with a demon. It was one time. It won’t happen again.”

There was a pause. “ Right. Listen, I should go, Wolf is grumping at me. Take all the time you need, okay? And I’ll talk to Storm about what a monumental jackass he was .”

Nathan opened his mouth to tell him not to bother, because it didn’t matter, because he wasn’t repeating last night again, because it had been a mistake. But… it didn’t matter, right? Nathan wouldn’t have to see him again after today. Ira could say whatever he wanted to Storm. Nathan didn’t care.

“Sure. Okay, bye.” He hung up, feeling discomfited.

He poured his coffee, took a bitter sip, and tried not to flush when he turned toward the door and felt his ass twinge. It didn’t matter. He just had to keep telling himself that.