Adult Excerpt
Air Demon

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Storym stood in front of Nick’s door. He couldn’t decide whether to knock or just walk in. He knew Nick had survived his fall. He had hounded Gabe for every tidbit of information. Nick was still sore and bruised, but there was no lasting damage. That knowledge was the only thing that really kept Storym going.

The need to see for himself if Nick was okay was overwhelming. Storym felt his stomach clench as he raised his hand and knocked on the door. The urge to see Nick warred with Storym’s need to run in the opposite direction.

 Nick was dangerous to his state of mind. He couldn’t think when Nick was around. Hell, he couldn’t think when Nick wasn’t around. If this was what it felt like to know who his mate was, Storym wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“Come in.”

Storym drew in a deep breath and opened the door. He had purposely picked a time late at night to come see Nick so there wouldn’t be a big audience. He just hadn’t expected Nick to be totally alone.

“Shouldn’t you have someone sitting with you?” Storym asked as he shut the door behind him. “And shouldn’t you be in bed?”

Nick chuckled. “I’m fine. I sent Gabe to bed. He was hovering.”

Storym drank in Nick’s appearance as the man walked out of the shadows by the window and into the more lit up area of the room. There was still some bruising around his eyes, but it looked to be fading.

“How are you?”

“I’m good.”

Nick smiled, but Storym could see that it was strained. Storym instantly knew the man was in pain. He rushed over and swung Nick up into his arms. He ignored the man’s protests as he laid him down on the bed. When Nick tried to sit up, Storym pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him back down.


Nick rolled his eyes.

“How badly were you hurt?”

Storym knew, but he wanted to hear it from Nick’s lips. Hell, he just wanted to hear Nick talk. He loved the man’s soothing voice and unusual speech. No one he had ever met talked like Nick, not even Gabe.

“I just had a concussion and some bruised muscles. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“You were bleeding, Demonas Amaté,” Storym growled. “I’d think it something to worry about.”

“Head wounds bleed, Storym.”

“Yes, your friend Gabriele said the very same thing.” Storym’s hands clenched. “I still do not like it.”

“Ah, Storym.” Nick’s grin was mischievous and made Storym’s blood start to boil. “I didn’t know you cared.”

Storym frowned. “I care.”

Nick suddenly looked a little less playful and a lot more nervous as he licked his lips and glanced away. “Well, as you can see, I’m fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about. Thank you for stopping by.”

Storym had the distinct feeling he was being dismissed. That, if nothing else, made him growl. He didn’t like being dismissed, especially by a surface dweller and certainly not by his Demonas Amaté.

“I do not appreciate being dismissed, Demonas Amaté.”

Nick blinked for a moment then tossed his head back as he roared with laughter. Storym found nothing in their discussion to bring such amusement to Nick’s face. He reached down and grabbed Nick’s arms then shook him.

Demonas Amaté!”

Nick stopped laughing almost instantly as he glared up at Storym. “Fuck you, Storym.”

Storym’s teeth almost snapped with how hard he gritted them. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken to him so disrespectfully and not had their heads handed to them. He tried to remember that Nick was human and didn’t understand things like honor and respect. He tried to remember that he was just a simple surface dweller.

Storym growled when that didn’t work, and his mind slipped over the edge into deep, red rage. He jerked Nick’s body to him and claimed the man’s lips in a punishing kiss. It was either that or strangle Nick.

But what started out as a punishment quickly turned into something more intense, as the feeling of Nick’s lips pressed against his started to sink into Storym. Gods, had anyone ever had such soft lips?

Storym growled and pressed in further. He stroked his tongue along the seam of Nick’s mouth, demanding entrance. When Nick shuddered and opened his mouth, Storym delved inside to conquer and explore.

He imagined kissing Nick was as close to heaven as he was ever going to get. It was hot and passionate and made Storym’s cock throb in ways it never had before. When Nick’s hands gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, Storym knew he was a goner.

Storym grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it open. Nick’s hands immediately touched his skin, caressing him. Storym needed the same access. He needed to feel Nick’s silky skin beneath him. He tried to keep his mouth attached to Nick’s as he ripped the man’s shirt off.

When that became too complicated, Storym pulled away and ripped the shirt from Nick’s body. He could see Nick’s chest rising and falling rapidly with his heavy pants. He could see the arousal burning in his blue eyes.

Storym scooted to the end of the bed and yanked Nick’s pants down his legs. The sight of Nick spread out naked on the bed took his breath away. Storym had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life, and he had seen a lot.

“Get yourself ready, Demonas Amaté,” Storym growled. “You have until I get my clothes off before I fuck you.”

Nick’s eyes widened for a moment before he scrambled to the side of the bed and reached into the drawer for a blue bottle—the same blue as Nick’s eyes. Nick lay back on the pillows and poured some of the oil into his hand.

Storym was in the process of shucking his pants when Nick pressed two fingers deep into his ass. Storym paused as every bit of air in his lungs seized. Nick was thrusting his fingers in and out of his ass and stroking his cock at the same time. The bliss on the man’s face made Storym growl. He wanted to be the one to put that look on Nick’s face.

Storym quickly kicked his pants away then dropped the remains of his shirt to the floor. He climbed up on the bed and slowly crawled forward until he was between Nick’s legs. Storym knelt between Nick’s thighs and pushed the man’s hands away.

“You know nothing of being fucked by an air demon.” Storym grinned as he grabbed Nick’s hips and pulled the man’s bottom end up onto his lap. “You will learn, my sweet.”