Of course Nathan couldn’t help envisioning what might have actually caused that wound as a flash of Sasha being fucked hard against the cellar wall ripped through his brain—Sasha’s back arching, claws clinging to the younger incubus that was frenzied and rutting into him, and then with a growl Sasha’s head flew back, cracking hard against the cement and…
Fuck. Nathan really didn’t need to think about that.
“You didn’t find another creature?” Solrin asked, his brow tightly knit.
Sasha shook his head. “Nothing here,” he said, casting Nathan a quick, pointed glance that Nathan hoped meant the incubus kid had high-tailed it. “Does that mean you got the nach? Damn it. Lotta help…I was.”
Nathan couldn’t help thinking that sometimes Sasha was toogood at the acting game. He shifted the incubus against him. “You know…I really wish you would have told me if you still weren’t feeling well,” he said, meaning, you bastard, how dare you make that decision without me.