Page 11 of Wings of Ashes (Wings of Ashes #1)

CHAPTER

“ B ael ,” she screamed just before he used a switchblade he pulled out of nowhere and cut her nightgown from her body. “Really?” A sharp breath of relief and aggravation left her lungs.

He moved supernaturally fast, an expert with the blade, slicing a long slit right down the middle.

The fabric fell, fluttering to the bed with complete surrender. Her bare, naked body laid entirely exposed to his heated gaze as the nightgown was stripped from her. She trembled under those searing, crazed, and possessive red eyes.

She still did not know if it was a dream. She especially did not know whether she preferred to be dreaming or not.

“So pretty…” he purred. His breath brushed over her chest like a physical caress.

Her breasts quivered as he leaned down, toward the swells, and took a tender nipple into his mouth. She gasped as he gave a powerful suck between his pillow-like lips.

His eyes never left hers as he performed masterful tricks. She had never known what such a thing felt like—how brutally demanding and erotically satisfying his mouth around her hardening nipple was.

His long, serpentine tongue wrapped around one of her pebbled peaks and tugged like a thin rope, clamping and pulling. She whimpered at the back and forth motion, needing…more.

Releasing her with a loud, wet popping noise, he asked, “Has anyone ever tasted you?”

The answer was obviously no. But she had thought about it before.

Persius had talked about it. Locked in their cages, unable to touch more than their hands, Persius would spend hours graphically describing to her everything he wanted to do, telling her about all the pleasures he wished to give her.

Persius said that his tongue yearned to lap between her legs for hours and lick away all she could give him. That he wanted to suck on her clit and finger her pussy until she was as obsessed with him as Persius was with her.

Even weak and bruised in her cage, Nix had felt exhilarating warmth and unfamiliar tingles at the tantalizing ideas Persius put in her head.

“ My kind are known to spoil our mates in every way ,” Persius told her.

She had wanted him. Desperately. Wanted to be touched with kindness and care. Wanted pleasure instead of pain.

Now, her body still begged for touch.

But Bael was not Persius.

He was a twisted sex demon who was used to getting what he wanted. Used to getting whoever he wanted.

She was not used to being wanted.

“Has anyone ever licked at your clit, Swan Lake?” Bael asked as he nipped at her breasts. “My tail isn’t the only thing that would feel good. My tongue could flick over your little clit as fast as blurring hummingbird wings.”

The knot behind her abdomen tightened at the image he called to her mind. She felt wetness slicken between her legs.

Did Bael really think she was enchanting him? Or was it an act? Nix had no magic or power to enchant. So, why was he so interested in her?

In her previous lifetime, none of the guys had been interested in her. She was the “Ugly Fuckling,” after all.

The alphas flocked to Elle’s beauty, while Nix sat in the cold, dark, and sad corner of every academy dance and moved her feet around as she silently pleaded the gods to send a boy over to ask her to dance.

The past Nix had never realized how much time she took for granted. All that freedom.

I should have gotten up and danced alone .

The only male attention Nix received was the wicked torture of her captor and the kind words and warm fingers of Persius, kept apart by their cages.

Caught up in her head and her thoughts of Persius, she was brought back to her current situation when Bael planted a rough kiss onto her stomach. He had slinked down, slowly opening her thighs.

Bael’s head balanced above her abdomen; his unfairly attractive face stole her attention. “I can scent your arousal. How does an orgasm before bed sound?”

Sounds nice. Yes, please , Nix’s body said. Meanwhile, Nix thought, But I have a mate. Somewhere. Out there. Who doesn’t know me yet.

Something abruptly smacked her breast, and she yelped and focused back on Bael. A pointed, triangle-tipped black chord wiggled in the air, vibrating after having slapped her smooth skin and left it turning rosy pink. His tail .

His vibrating tail.

Nix’s mouth went dry at the memory of the fantasy he showed her the day before.

“I think you deserve a taste of your own medicine,” Bael stated darkly.

“What?”

“Enchanting someone so that they want you against their will…” He shook his head and flicked his tongue over her belly button as he slinked further down her body.

For the last time, I am NOT enchanting you , Nix wanted to scream.

“Incubi are capable of something similar, in our original form,” he added.

Original form?

Suddenly, massive black wings shot out from Bael’s back, and his tail uncurled in the air and lengthened and thickened even further.

The overwhelmingly haunting yet gorgeous black wings sparkled with specks of red like broken chunks of ruby had been permanently implanted into his webbed bat-like wings.

Dark horns broke free of his scalp and became thick roots of black bone curled over his head where his black hair lengthened and shined.

In his original form, his eyes grew larger, as did his pupils, as they became oversized spheres of swirling darkness. His clothing disappeared from his body as he leaned up, so she could peer between them at his perfectly chiseled abs and rippling muscles. The stiff tendons twitched under her gaze.

Flawless skin stretched everywhere, interrupted by a mere dusting of black hair along his stomach to trail down to his…dick.

Nix swallowed. Whoa . His needy erection jutted out, thick and glistening at the tip, as ropey veins ran down the sides. His bulging cock stretched to a length of nearly nine inches. Hard against his stomach, the heavy shaft jerked downward, as if it had its own plans to touch her.

He snorted at her expression. “Don’t worry, baby, it can fit.”

With his wings spread out as he smirked with a flash of fangs, he exuded an air of raw, primal charisma and irresistible charm.

Those otherworldly, large black pupils seemed to project a spiral as she stared into them, trapped in the intense and alluring gaze.

He radiated a hypnotic sensuality, and it was impossible to resist falling under his spell.

Utter temptation.

“See, incubi can ‘charm’ much better than you damn siren swans,” Bael said.

“I could say a few words in a certain tone, in a special frequency that will feed into your thoughts without any barrier, and you will do them. You will feel them. Because deep down, you want to. Because people always give in to bad, lusty thoughts.”

Nix gaped, unable to breathe as his bewitching eyes spun a sparkling spiral and sucked away her every thought like a black hole.

“Like I could say…” Bael leaned down again and placed his chin on top of her lower abdomen. His throat laid over her sex. His voice changed into a low bass of throbbing sound as he said, “ You’re so horny for me .”

HORNY.

Nix sucked in a shallow breath as her body, which had already been primed, went into overdrive. It was like the sensations she had felt already became five times more powerful. Her breasts ached to be cupped and worshipped. Her nipples tightened into peaks so hard, they prickled.

“ Oh …” A gushing sensation occurred between her legs as the inner walls of her pussy clamped down around nothing. Her demanding clit pulsed with each of her heartbeats. Horny. Horny .

“Wow, what a good, submissive, hypnotic subject you are,” he purred his praise to her. “Can’t help yourself from looking right into my eyes and doing whatever I say.”

“Please,” she begged as she gyrated her hips, lifting them off the mattress to try to get any kind of pressure against where she ached to be filled. To be stroked. Her pussy hummed and cried for him .

“Please, what? What does the pretty enchantress want?”

“ Uhgahmyhnnngg .” She couldn’t get out real words, not with how her sex drive overtook her brain and demanded his touch. She reached down with her own hands to pet between her legs, but he captured her wrists.

“Doesn’t feel good to lack control over your body and thoughts, does it?” he asked pointedly, but his own raging erection gave him away. “I could tell you what you want,” Bael offered like a true gentleman.

Completely under his spell, she nodded ferociously.

In that echoing, spookily sexual voice, he said, “ You want my mouth on your pussy .”