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Nathan wondered if one of the other doors might open, and turned to look. It wasn’t until his eyes filled with red, white, and black that he remembered Sasha.
Sasha theincubus—large and monstrous and growling withdesire—who was stalking right toward him.
Chapter 18
Theairrushedoutof Nathan’s lungs on impact, his head striking the far wall as a transformed Sasha rammed into him. His arms were pinned to his sides from the sheer force of Sasha’s larger body against his, and one of Sasha's taloned hands had hold of his throat tight enough to choke.
“Sa…Sasha…” Nathan tried, staring back into the snarling face of someone he had started to consider a friend, regardless of the fangs, horns, and blazing red eyes on occasion. “St…stop…you don’t…want to do this. It’sme.”
Nathan tried to raise one of his hands, and was surprised to discover he could, meaning Sasha was giving him a little more breathing room. The sound of Nathan’s voice seemed to make the beast pause.
“Yeah,” Nathan said, forcing a smile and taking short gasps of air when the hand on his throat loosened. “It’s me.Nathan,” he emphasized. “See? You don’t…want to do this. Right?”
Sasha’s fangs were bared, his eyes wide and vibrant. In the next moment, Nathan found himself flat on his back on the floor with incubus Sasha planting a knee on either side of his hips.
“Okay, maybe youdowant to do this…”
Nathan was not oblivious to the perils of his situation. Half of his mind was still on Jim and whatever the Muses were doing to him on the other side of the door. His own situation was just as dire and would require some very quick thinking if he wanted to do anything to help his brother. And if he wanted to avoid full on molestation and possible death by a frenzied incubus.
Sasha already had Nathan's wrists pinned above his head with one hand while the other began to paw at his clothes. The quick thinking part could begin any time now, Nathan thought.Any time. But all Nathan could think to do was struggle with all his strength to get away.
Since Sasha’s attention was focused on removing Nathan of his clothing, Nathan managed to free one of his arms and start twisting away before unavoidably being caught again and pinned more firmly. That at least did the job of prolonging the inevitable.
“Sasha, stop!” Nathan tried. His stomach gave a nasty flip at the feeling of Sasha’s hips pressing down into his.
As before, Nathan’s voice made the incubus pause, but Nathan no longer assumed he could reason with Sasha just because there was some recognition.
“Look,” Nathan said, staring up into crimson unflinchingly. “Just look, okay? I know I’m damn sexy, and I can appreciate that you’re really crazed for a fix right now, but my brother is outside that door with some very powerful sidhe ready to do God knows what to him. Maybe we can help each other out. You want me? You can have me. But first you have to help me get my brother away from the Muses. How’s that?”
The look on Sasha’s face made Nathan quake. The incubus was not in his right mind, not any more than Nathan had been when he was touched by Violence. This Sasha did not care about deals. He already had what he wanted, pinned and prone beneath him.
Sasha returned his attention to Nathan’s clothing, effectively slicing a claw down the front of Nathan’s button-down shirt and popping the buttons off in a single swipe.
“Get off me!” Nathan cried, struggling as much as he could to make things more difficult for his captor. “God damn it, Sasha, we have to help Jim! Snap out of it!”
A snarl answered, menacing with warning. Suddenly, Nathan’s wrists were released, only he didn’t have time to celebrate before he felt the effects of why. Using both clawed hands, Sasha tore into Nathan’s T-shirt beneath the button-down, ripping it apart like a rag and taking half of Nathan’s skin with the pieces of fabric.
Nathan cried out at the sharp sting of pain. “Get off!” he said again, responding with a swinging fist that connected squarely with Sasha’s jaw. He missed grazing Sasha's curling ram-like horns, but punching the incubus felt like hitting a brick wall.
Sasha rebounded quickly, his growl no longer warning but filled with promise. He lunged for Nathan’s neck, digging fangs into the flesh beneath Nathan’s ear and biting hard.
Nathan felt a small trickle of blood seep from the wound as his vision blurred. His head felt heavy, clouded, as if the sting of fangs had been more like a pleasurable nibble at his neck.
Maybe this isn’t so bad, he thought.
Nathan shook his head as that foreign idea washed over him, trying to shake Sasha off with it. His whole body felt heavier now. He was still feeling a little fuzzy and disoriented when Sasha pulled away from him, bending down to lick at the wounds he had created on Nathan’s chest. Nathan’s stomach lurched at the feeling.
Sasha’s hips were still pressing down on him, pinning Nathan’s legs. Nathan remembered that, normally, Sasha had that convenient covering below the waist when he was in his incubus form. That wasn't the case right now.
Nathan hissed as Sasha’s tongue swiped languidly at one of his deeper cuts. The sensation was right on that borderline between pain and nauseating pleasure. It felt…kind of good.
No, Nathan shook his head again. He didn’t understand what was wrong with him. Sasha was trying to mount him as he lay bleeding and pinned to the kitchen floor. There was no reason he should feel like he…desired…
Realization dawned on Nathan and his eyes sprang wide, and not only because Sasha’s tongue had started to travel below his navel.
Pheromones.
Carry-over from Desire’s touch couldn’t be helping much either.
