Talon hummed. “I’ll talk to Xyra, see if she knows anything.”
“The boy,” Nathan said suddenly, straightening.
“What boy?” Storm asked.
“The dead one. He was a college student.” Nathan swayed like he was drunk. “We go there. Ask around about him. See if he was buying it elsewhere. It can’t just be coming from the club. Too easy to trace back to Lilith.”
Talon inclined his head. “That’s true. It would be incredibly easy to trace it all back to her if this was theonlyplace distributing it. You think it could be getting around the campus somehow?”
“He was a college student. We were on the campus when I was attacked,” Nathan said, slipping one hand under Storm’s shirt to flatten against his stomach. Storm tried not to outwardly react, but the touch made his cock twitch in his jeans.
“Okay, team, let’s brainstorm more when they’re sober,” Storm suggested.
“Yes,” Talon agreed. “I’m going to take him home. Don’t worry about driving us.”
“All right. Text the others for me and let them know we’ll meet to discuss everything with them later?”
“I will. See you tomorrow.”
They disappeared from sight before Storm could even nod, and he focused his attention on Nathan. “You ready to go home?”
“Home,” Nathan repeated, leaning into him. “It’s so far.” He hugged Storm’s waist and nuzzled his neck, sucking hard.
Storm bit back a moan. “I really think you’d prefer to be at home before we start anything too fun.”
“No,” Nathan whined.
“No?”
“Take me to your place. I want to see it.” Nathan raised his head, drawing Storm into a deep, drugging kiss, slick with tongue and full of heat.
Storm forgot what they were supposed to be doing. Nathan’s hands roamed his body, and Storm pushed him up against the wall by the door, devouring his mouth until Nathan was moaning and panting, rubbing himself against Storm like he’d completely forgotten they were in a room full of drunk people.
Because of that, Storm forced himself to slow down, prying his mouth from Nathan’s and urging his pretty gray eyes to focus. “We’re going to my place, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
Relief passed across Nathan’s face. “Yes,please.”
God, he loved when he begged. “Okay. Come on.”
* * *
Storm had never givenmuch thought to whether his living space would be to anyone else’s liking. It served him well enough, and that was all that mattered—until now.
Nathan, who normally sat in the passenger seat, was now squeezed into the middle seat of Storm’s truck, tucked tightly up against Storm’s side as he wove through traffic. His hands roamed Storm’s body, and Storm struggled to keep his mind focused on the task at hand. Driving, and, idly, wondering what Nathan would think of his open, warehouse-style apartment. He’d bought the upper floor of a development in its early days a few years ago. The rest of the floors had been divided up into smaller apartments, but his hadn’t been. He’d left it mostly empty, keeping it as a backup place, which had recently come in handy when they’d all moved to throw the paladins off their scent.
“There’s no way you feel like this all the time,” Nathan said, pressing his lips to the curve of Storm’s shoulder. His pupils were blown wide, his mouth open and panting lightly.
Storm grinned. “Why is that?”
“Because you’d never let me leave the bed.”
“It’s a real hardship,” Storm admitted. “I imagine it’s different for us, though. If what you’re feeling is really how we feel all the time, it’s normal for us. We’ve adjusted to it, so it doesn’t feel exaggerated for me like it does for you right now.”
“I see. But at first?”
Storm shrugged. “I don’t really remember it all that well, but probably. Being back on the surface is pretty overwhelming all on its own, anyway. The bright lights, the sounds, the smells.”
“Mm,” Nathan hummed against Storm’s shoulder. “Yousmell good.”
