Page 26 of Wings of Ashes (Wings of Ashes #1)

CHAPTER

“ I ncubi are notorious for slipping into dreams,” Professor étienne Thierry said in his normal, stuffy, intelligent demeanor of teaching. He sounded exactly as he did during class.

But she was stretched out, butt ass naked, on his desk at the front of the room where he spoke.

Deep down, Nix knew Bael was putting this in her head. She knew it was just a fantasy of her spread, naked, across Professor Thierry’s desk and not actually happening. But…

It felt real.

The gazes of her classmates on her felt real.

The smooth, hard wood of the desk pressed to her nipples as the tips of her breasts tightened into stiff peaks.

A cool breeze wafted over her bare pussy, and she shivered, causing her nipples to rub against the hardwood.

“What the hell?” she cursed at Bael.

Struggling, she could not move. Her ass stuck out; her arms were fastened behind her. Her weight balanced her torso and face against the desk while her legs shook even though her feet stood firmly on the floor. He had her in a sex position.

“Stop messing with my head!” she told Bael.

Though she could not see him, she knew Bael stood behind her, his hot gaze licking down her backside.

Professor Thierry droned on, “And in dreams, what do incubi tend to do?” he asked the class, who all stared straight ahead at Nix with blank and bored expressions. “Can anyone tell me?”

Bael’s low voice rasped from behind Nix, “We tend to fuck.”

Suddenly, a warm palm slammed down on her ass cheek.

She squealed and bucked on the desk. “Bael!”

Blood rushed to both her face and ass cheeks as embarrassment trickled through her. Though it was a hypnotic vision and not real, Nix still felt the eyes of her classmates on her.

“You’ve been a very bad student, Nix,” Bael whispered from behind her. She heard the metallic clinking noises of Bael unhooking his belt and lowering his pants zipper. Would he really…

Her inner muscles squeezed, and a gush of wetness leaked from her pussy. Could her classmates see how wet she was at this fantasy?

“Refusing to give me a name of the person who potion-ed you,” Bael trailed off as he traced a single, warm fingertip down the curve of her spine.

Down, down, down. His finger skimmed between the swells of her ass cheeks and continued to slide until he found her pussy entrance. He circled his finger over where her core leaked arousal.

“What a bad, bad girl,” he said.

“Once they reach maturity in Hell, incubi are cursed to walk the earth and feed on the sexual energy of others,” Professor Thierry said.

“But it is important to note that no paranormal being can survive more than two feedings from an incubus. Feedings require full sexual intercourse where the incubus and his victim experience orgasm.”

Nix’s clit began to pulse at the word “ orgasm ” coming from Professor Thierry’s lips.

“Each feeding is a draining of the victim’s life force. However, an incubus can have sex with someone in a dream without ever actually feeding,” Professor Thierry added.

“Hear that?” Bael asked in her ear. “We could have sex a hundred times in your dreams, and you’d never have to worry about me taking that pretty little soul for myself.”

“You are so… crazy ,” Nix spat out, the left side of her face pressed flat to the wooden desk.

“Would a crazy man pin you and fuck you on the professor’s desk while he teaches?”

“You are not fucking me,” she growled.

“No?” he asked, still circling his finger over where she grew slicker by the second. “But you want me to.”

Nix scowled from her position on the desk.

“Stop lying to yourself, love. I can scent your wet pussy when I get close to you. I can feel you dripping onto my finger right now. Is your clit begging for my thumb? Or my tail?”

Nix whimpered as her clit throbbed for him, for touch .

“Tell me who slipped you whatever harmful potion you were chatting with Bowen about, and this will all stop—if you want it to, that is.”

A hot, triangular shape of what felt like smooth leather snaked over Nix’s hip. Bael’s tail . It snuck between the gap just below where her lower abdomen pressed to the edge of the desk and slid between her legs.

The triangular tip of Bael’s tail settled directly over the hood of her clit. It was so warm against her most sensitive flesh.

“Give me a name.”

Nix pressed her lips together, refusing. What would he do to Elle if I told him I thought the Oadess family was poisoning me?

“No?” Bael’s audible, sinister smile caused Nix to shiver once more on the desk. “Okay.”

A faint buzzing sound came from his tail as he vibrated her clit. The provocative thrumming convulsed over her hypersensitive bud. It offered an intoxicating, steady tempo of building temptation.

Her mouth fell open at the teasing. His tail was capable of more vibration than this; he was purposefully starting off slow. A low, rhythmic bass.

“Nnghhmm,” a traitor sound spilled from her lips.

“Do the vibrations feel good against your little clit?” Bael cooed in her ear.

“Screw…you.”

His tail buzzed louder now, speeding up the tempo of the vibrations. She gasped and undulated her hips at the increase in speed and force at which the warm area drummed against her. Ugh , it felt amazing.

“Tell me a name.”

“ I don’t know ,” she lied between her teeth.

“You look so pretty like this,” Bael told her and skimmed both of his warm palms down her back, curving over her ass. “At my mercy.”

The vibrations of his tail grew louder and more powerful, kicking it up a notch.

“ Oh .” Her thighs trembled at the new thundering pulsations over her bundle of nerves. Red-faced, she panted on the desk. Wetness trailed down, between her legs, as her sexual excitement grew without her say so.

He gently guided his index finger to her pussy entrance and pressed. Pressed . And penetrated. He stopped at just a third of his digit, testing her tightness. “Getting so wet for me…in front of everyone. While the teacher tries to talk about history. What a bad girl.”

She gaped and panted as she felt his finger inch deeper inside her. His tail continued its reverberating, thumping vibrations. When his finger stretched fully inside her and curled, his tail buzzed with a renewed sense of energy. It pulsed and thrummed.

The vibrations were so powerful, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she drooled onto the desk as her hips jerked and rocked into him. “Oh my… gods .”

A loud, broken moan shot out of her as she rode his hand. His finger slowly entered her and withdrew. In and out. In and out. So slow, while the vibrations were so fast. She wailed with need as she gushed more wetness, causing his finger to slip faster inside her with each stroke.

“Baelfire!” Professor Thierry’s voice cracked down like a whip. Harsh and loud and dominating. “What do you think you are doing?”

Nix glanced up from the desk and saw the sexy professor standing before her, glaring at Bael. Bael continued fingering Nix’s naked body as he replied, “I think I’m getting information. This is a classroom, after all. Right, Teach?”

“She is moaning . It’s causing a class disturbance,” Professor Thierry snapped at him.

“I didn’t bring my handy ball gag today, professor,” Bael said.

The vibrations intensified, and Nix’s body violently shook against the desk. A high-pitched whine caught in her throat as his tail drummed her clit.

“She is getting louder,” Professor Thierry complained in a low grumble.

Nix turned her head as much as she could to watch his stony, silver eyes sweep over her bare skin. Professor Thierry’s jaw clenched.

“Not sure what you want me to do,” Bael said.

Professor Thierry took a step closer to where Nix’s face balanced on his desk. “Honestly, you never come prepared for my class,” he complained.

“Wow,” Bael muttered from behind her. “You’re getting even wetter.” He sped up the finger between her legs, stroking her from the inside. “Do you like the professor catching you, Nix?”

“ Please ,” she cried out as she bucked into the strong vibrations over her clit. The flat triangular tail conformed to the top of her sex to hold the vibrations firmly to her, no matter how much she fidgeted. “Please.”

She was desperate to come. Desperate for relief from the raging lust.

“This is a classroom,” Professor Thierry growled.

His hands smoothed over the front of his tweed suit jacket. His fingers spread as he continued moving his hand lower, down his chest, down his stomach, down to his belt buckle.

The studly professor fingered his metal belt and intensely stared down at Nix’s shaking, nude form.

Bael stopped his tail, cutting off the vibrations, and Nix shouted unintelligible words. He then sped the vibrations up to a mindless thrum.

“Professor,” Bael said. “I can’t seem to get her to accept her punishment quietly.”

Professor Thierry glared at Nix while he slowly unclasped his belt. Nix’s breath caught as he unbuttoned his slacks and pushed down the waistband of his dress pants and underwear until the fabrics bunched under his ass.

The professor’s erect cock stood thick and tall. Two dominant veins ran from the root of him to his plump, flushed cock head. Nix’s pussy clamped at the sight of the full, hard shaft.

Professor Thierry gripped himself at the base of his dick and gave a slow stroke up and down as he peered at her.

She was surely a mess. Drool leaked from her lips onto the desk. Wetness dripped between her legs. She panted each breath and gyrated against Bael’s finger and tail.

“You must learn quietly,” Professor Thierry told her. “To not interrupt and distract those around you. Can you be a respectful student?”

Bael prodded a second finger inside her, and she moaned at the thicker penetration. Gods, she felt so close to coming. Her pussy already began to irregularly clamp as Bael sped up his titillating rhythm.

“That mouth is causing a distraction in my classroom.” Professor Thierry strode forward and directed his cock to her mouth. “Now be a good girl and swallow my dick as you come.”

“MMMMMMMM.” His shaft muffled Nix’s scream as her inner muscles squeezed around Bael’s fingers and drenched them with her release. Her tongue flicked out to lap at the professor’s cock as she rode out the most powerful orgasm of her existence.

Bael’s tail slowly began to lower the force behind its vibrations until it emitted nothing but a low humming noise.

Nix blinked, and she was right back to sitting at her desk, looking into Bael’s mischievous eyes. Real life. Not the overwhelming sex fantasy.

It’s over…

She tore her gaze away instantly, wondering how many times she would have to learn her lesson not to make eye contact with the demon.

Catching her breath, she still felt her clit pulsing and her pussy…wet.

Shit .

She looked down at her uniform’s pleated skirt and knew that her panties were soaked from her very real orgasm caused by not real vibrations.

Shifters were known for their heightened sense of smell.

Nix ran a hand over her blushing face and glanced around. Some of the alpha students had already scented her orgasm. A few of them grinned and winked at her, nodding like they wanted to join in next time.

When she looked to the front of the classroom, she watched as her aroused scent invisibly floated to where Professor Thierry wrote something in chalk on the board.

His back stiffened beneath his tweed jacket.

His hand froze, and the delicate chalk snapped in half from the strength of his tense fingers. Both ends of the white cylinder fell to the floor with little pings .

Ping, ping .

His chalk on the tiled floor and his back to the class, Professor Thierry slammed a hand onto the board. It cracked violently under his forceful palm.

The entire classroom went silent, everyone holding their breath after watching such a fierce, hotheaded, and destructive action from the even-tempered, often chilling, and indifferent professor.

Professor Thierry shouted, “Class dismissed. Now .”

The crack in the board grew as if his volume and harsh tone delivered another physical blow.

Almost every student in the large classroom turned to either glare or smile at Nix for ending the class early.

“I said GO.”

The sounds of rustling papers and the zippers of bookbags filled the room as everyone rushed to exit.

Keeping his back to the class, Professor Thierry added from over his shoulder, “Everyone out—everyone but Miss Oadess.”