Nathan chuckled. “Yeah, we do.” He sighed, nuzzling closer and closing his eyes. “If you’d told me I’d feel this way a few weeks ago, I’d have thought you were crazy. But I can’t imagine my life without you. I need you. More than I need the guild. I can still fight monsters and protect people with the… traitors? Outcasts? They need a name.” His nose scrunched.
Storm snorted. “You can bring that up with them the next time you see them. You know a thing or two about running a team. They could use some cohesion, probably.”
“Sounds like they’ve been doing all right.”
“Mm, yes, but they’ll need more organization.”
Nathan’s eyes blinked open. “You think so?”
“Ira says you won’t be the last one to join us. I don’t know how big our little group will wind up being—hell, I’m not sure he knows, either—but odds are we’ll need some kind of official leaders eventually.”
“I don’t want to lead anyone,” Nathan murmured, pressing closer. His length pressed deliciously against Storm’s own, separated by the thin fabric of their underwear. “I just want to kill monsters and spend time with you.”
“Sounds like heaven to me.” He drew Nathan into a deep, drugging kiss, the kind that dragged a moan of surrender from his human. Their legs tangled, and Nathan rolled onto his back, insistently reeling Storm on top of him.
“Can we?” Nathan breathed. “I want you. Want to stop thinking and worrying and just be with you. Make me stop thinking. You always know what to do.”
“You sure you’re up for it?” Storm asked, kissing him again. “You were shot last night. You might need more time.”
“I’m sure, I’m sure. Please?”
Storm lifted his head, gazing down at him. Nathan’s cool gray eyes were bright with want. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, and Storm couldn’t resist. He nodded, shifting Nathan’s legs further apart with his own. With deliberate slowness, he dragged his palm up Nathan’s chest to curl around his throat, giving him just enough firmness for him to know Storm meant it.
“Then let go of your thoughts,” Storm said. “Empty your mind. Focus only on me.”
Nathan let out a shaky sigh, curling his fingers around Storm’s wrist. “Yes.”
“Tell me you’re mine.” Because he loved to hear it.
“I’m yours.” There was no hesitation, and they shared a smile.
Storm’s free hand stroked Nathan’s body, his thumb grazing the scar on his hip. It would forever be a reminder of how close he’d come to losing him. Nathan wriggled, drawing attention to the hard length waiting in his boxer briefs. Storm ignored it for now, lavishing attention on both of Nathan’s nipples instead, pinching and rolling each one with his fingers and then using lips and tongue, until Nathan was arching up against him, his legs tightening around Storm’s sides as though to drag him closer.
Storm sat up, lifting Nathan’s hands and guiding them toward the headboard. “Grip the posts. Don’t let go. If you let go, I stop.”
Nathan obeyed with a groan while Storm leaned over to fetch the lube. When he returned, he smoothed both hands up Nathan’s hairy thighs, stopping with the bulge cradled between his hands. Casting him a wicked smile, Storm grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs andripped. Nathan gasped, raising his head to look down as Storm ripped them right down the middle, exposing him to the air.
“I liked those,” he protested halfheartedly.
“I didn’t say you could talk,” Storm replied. He trailed a thumb down the crease where his inner thigh met his groin, grazing his balls and finding his hole. He plucked at the dark fabric hugging Nathan’s thighs. “So pretty.”
Nathan flushed, lifting his gaze to the ceiling. Even his neck turned red. Storm chuckled, low and pleased. He opened the lube with a quietsnickand drizzled a liberal amount on Nathan’s length and sac. With his free hand, he massaged Nathan’s puckered hole and eased one finger inside. Nathan sighed, canting his hips for more.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Storm growled, sinking his finger all the way to the knuckle just to hear Nathan’s pretty moan. He thrust it in and out, tossing the lube away and taking his length in hand, slick and messy. A second finger joined the first, twisting and scissoring. His own cock throbbed with need, watching Nathan’s hips work in time with his hands.
“Please, Storm, enough. I want younow.”
Good, because Storm had to have him. He sloppily slicked his length, hissing at the grip of his own hand, and pressed the head of his cock against Nathan’s entrance. Nathan stopped breathing as he breached him, the tendons on his forearms standing out as he tightened his grip on the headboard posts.
Storm took his jaw in hand, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Focus on me. Only me. Breathe.”
Nathan’s body unlocked. He inhaled, and Storm sank deeper into the tight clench of his channel.
“God, you’re big,” Nathan whined.
Storm chuckled. “And you’re very tight. You should’ve let me take my time with you.”
“No, I’ll adjust. Wanted to feel you.”
