Storm worked his hips back and forth, fucking a little deeper with each thrust. “Yeah? You feel me now? You feel me filling you up?”
“Yes,” he sobbed. “Touch me, please touch me.”
Storm chuckled darkly. “No. I want you to come on my cock. Only my cock.”
Nathan didn’t reply, grunting as Storm widened his thrusts, grinding deep with each pass. He was fucking perfect, gripping the headboard and arching up into him. He obeyed so well. This was what he meant when he said he didn’t want to lead. He liked handing over the reins to someone else, liked letting Storm call the shots and take all the weight of responsibility from his shoulders for a while. And Storm took it gladly.
He cradled Nathan’s throat with one hand as he pounded into him in earnest. Their ragged breaths and wanton moans filled the air. Nathan opened like a flower for him, his petal-soft skin and hot hole the perfect combination, driving Storm higher and higher toward that molten peak.
Nathan came first, his legs clamping hard around Storm as his cock shot between them. His channel fluttered around Storm’s length, milking his orgasm from him, and he stilled with a deep groan, filling Nathan with his cum.
With another quiet whimper, Nathan turned his head and captured Storm’s mouth, kissing him lazily as they both recovered. Storm slid his hands up, tugging Nathan’s hands off the headboard. He wrapped them immediately around Storm, curling his fingers into his hair to deepen the kiss.
“I love you,” Nathan breathed when they parted, and a shiver of delight went down Storm’s spine.
“I love you, too,” Storm murmured. “You’re my sun. My whole world revolves around you and only you. From now on.”
Epilogue
NATHAN
The Rink smelledlike fresh pizza, and soda fizzed on Nathan’s tongue. They were all sitting on the padded training floor, pizza boxes open in their impromptu circle. Even the demons were partaking, which was a rare occurrence. They didn’t have to eat as often as the humans, and this was the first time Nathan had seen some of them eat.
“You guys need a name,” he said, broaching the subject for the first time. Beside him, Storm cast him a warm smile. It felt like a reward for finally bringing up what he’d mentioned in bed three days ago.
For three days, he’d been free. It wasn’t a term he ever would’ve associated withnotbeing a paladin, but it was the only one that fit. He’d been hampered by his career as a paladin, forced to obey rules he didn’t agree with. Now that he no longer wore the signet ring—just a tan line where it used to be—he was free to make his own choices. A daunting task, at times, but well worth it. Having Storm by his side was a big comfort. Storm was always there to remind him that it was okay to have things and do things for himself. They’d moved some of his stuff into Storm’s apartment, shut off the power and water to his house and covered all the furniture with sheets. He’d always considered his house to be his sanctuary, but he was discovering that his home now wasn’t a building. It was a person. He and Storm lived practically in each other’s pockets. They fell asleep on the sofa together and took showers together. It was so sweetly domestic that he sometimes forgot Storm was a demon.Thatfact always came back to him in the bedroom, when Storm took great pleasure in causing Nathan the most exquisite agonies. He never relented until Nathan gave it all. Nathan loved every second.
“A name for what?” Alex asked with his mouth full. Beside him, Luke snorted so hard he nearly spat out his own half-chewed pizza. Alex chortled, elbowing him.
Nathan smiled patiently. They were both so much different than they used to be before they’d met their demonic partners. Lighter. Nathan wondered if the same was true for him. Itfelttrue.
“For your business. Your group. This place.” He gestured around them, at the disco ball and the colored lights overhead. Their reflections gleamed back at them on the ceiling.
“I hear ‘paladins’ is taken,” Alex quipped.
“I wouldn’t want that name anyway,” Luke said, missing the besotted smile Malachi shot him.
“The connotations of that one aren’t great,” Angela added, tossing a chocolate curl over her shoulder. “At least based on the things I’ve heard.”
“But you do still hunt demons,” Nathan said. “Some demons. The bad demons. You protect the innocent.”
“We,” Luke corrected. “You’re one of us now, traitor.”
Nathan snorted, leaning over to line his arm up with Storm’s. “Absolutely. So,weneed a name. Something that tells people what we stand for.”
To Nathan’s right, Ira was watching them all without speaking, his warm brown eyes moving from person to person. There was a small, knowing smile on his face. Nathan didn’t know what to make of it.
“What do we stand for?” Zachary asked.
“We’re… protectors of the innocent,” Alex said hesitantly. “We protect people from monsters and bad humans alike. We try to get the bad humans arrested, though, we don’t stab them.”
Angela cackled. “Thanks for clarifying.”
Alex threw a pepperoni at her.
“The Protectors?” Zachary said, wrinkling his nose. “Sounds dumb.”
“The… Guardians?” Luke ventured, tilting his head.
