Page 40 of Wings of Ashes (Wings of Ashes #1)

CHAPTER

N ix jerked awake in the middle of history class. Professor Thierry taught, as normal, from the front of the classroom. “And, if you read chapter ten as assigned…”

Nix rubbed her eyes and glanced at where Bael sat beside her. He lounged back and grinned at her.

“Is this…real?” she asked.

Reminding her of the mischievous, grinning Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland , Bael shot back, “To who?”

“Miss Oadess, can you answer the question?” Thierry asked from in front of a no-longer-cracked chalkboard.

Shit . She had not heard the question. “Um, could you repeat it, Professor?”

Thierry’s lips pressed down into a disappointed frown. “You wish me to repeat the question?”

“Um, yes, please,” she said, blushing under the impatient gazes of her classmates.

“Why do you wish me to repeat the question, Miss Oadess?” Professor Thierry asked.

Nix’s face was surely crimson red by now. “I…didn’t hear it?”

“You were not listening to my lecture, Miss Oadess?” he asked her and walked up to stand right behind his desk.

“Uh…”

“Did you fall asleep during my class?”

That did appear to be the case. “N-No, I just—”

Professor Thierry tapped his fingers against his desk and tsk-tsked. “And now you are trying to lie to me?”

Nix bit her lip and shot a desperate expression to Bael. The incubus silently chuckled at the spectacle. Damn drama-loving demon . “Sir—”

“Come to the front to address the class, Miss Oadess.” Thierry gestured for her to walk to his desk.

She swallowed. Well, this is becoming humiliating . On shaky legs, she stumbled up to the front where Professor Thierry loomed over his desk. Both of his palms were planted, flat, on the smooth wood.

“Falling asleep in my class.” Thierry shook his head disapprovingly at her. “And lying about it.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir.”

“Good girls don’t do that,” he said.

“I’m, uh, sorry?”

“Good girls listen to their professors,” he told her. “They do exactly what they are told.”

“Uh…” Nix licked her lips and glanced to where Bael silently laughed at her from the back row.

“For instance, if I told you to kneel, would you do it?”

Nix blinked, focusing back on Thierry. “What?”

“Good girls follow instructions perfectly. If I instructed you to kneel, would you kneel?”

Kneel?

Thierry hummed. “I don’t think you would. Falling asleep in class, not listening, and not obeying your professor. Do you know what that makes you?”

Nix flinched and felt her cheeks warm even hotter as she stuttered, “N-No?”

“It makes you a bad girl,” he said and turned to the class. “What do we do with bad students in my class?”

Several hands raised to answer, but Bael made obnoxious “ Umph, pick me! ” sounds.

“Mr. Obsidius,” Thierry called on the overeager incubus. “What happens to bad girls?”

Bael’s wicked grin displayed all of his twisted excitement as he said, “They get punished.”

Nix shivered.

“And how do we punish them?”

“It depends on whether they feel guilty or not, professor.”

Nix cleared her throat and glanced around at the bored expressions of her classmates. Was this a dream? Or one of Bael’s projected fantasies? It could not be real.

“Do you feel bad for not listening to my lecture, Miss Oadess?” Professor Thierry stepped around his desk to stand right beside her. His bewitching gaze bored into hers as his warm, alpha scent wrapped around her.

“She looks smug about it, sir,” Bael announced from the back of the classroom.

Shut up, Bael. Nix scowled at him. “I’m not smug,” she said. “I do, uh, feel bad.”

“How bad do you feel?” Thierry asked her in a much deeper and alluring voice than she expected from him in the classroom full of students.

This had to be a dream.

“I think she deserves to be punished, Stoney. I mean, professor.”

“Ha!” Nix pointed at Bael. “This is a dream, isn’t it?”

“Is it?” Thierry asked. “I have never been lucky enough to have such dreams.”

Bael stood from his desk and walked to the front of the classroom to join them. Their other classmates blurred for a few seconds. “Don’t ruin Stoney’s first shared sex dream, Nix.”

“Shared?” She looked to Thierry as she asked Bael, “It’s really him?”

“A talented incubus can combine the dreams of several sleepers,” Bael said not-so modestly. “Besides, Teach wanted to see what scene made you come in his classroom.”

Suddenly, Bael had her pinned over the desk like the vision from earlier in the day. Her breasts pressed against the wood while her ass stuck out for the two men’s viewing pleasure.

“Only good girls get to wear underwear in class,” Bael said before he violently ripped her panties down her legs from under her uniform skirt.

His knuckles grazed her bare pussy, and she gasped and flexed her hips to grind into his hand. But he swiftly moved it away. Tease.

“Look at that.” Bael blew out a breath at the sight of her rocking hips and quivering thighs. “So needy. Practically humping the air.”

“Did you know your seat smelled like your wetness for the rest of the school day?” Thierry rasped darkly into her ear. His hand petted down her back, down her skirt, over the curve of her ass. “Everyone knew what you had done. What a mess you made. In my classroom.”

Nix’s reddened cheeks burned; yet, the embarrassment did not dampen her arousal. If anything, it stoked it.

Smack . Thierry’s hand cracked down on her ass. “All I could smell was you. I had to teach with a raging erection for hours .” Smack .

After the two slaps against her bare ass cheeks, Thierry massaged his fingertips into the pink globes until the sensation felt like warm pins and needles. No pain. Just…anticipation.

“Good girls do not leave their professors with erections, Nix,” Bael warned her.

The scene blurred again. When Nix blinked, Thierry stood with his underwear and pants around his knees, gripping his erection in front of where her face sat on the edge of his desk.

“This was what made her come in your class,” Bael shared the dirty secret. “The second your cock slid between her pretty lips, she came.”

Thierry squeezed the base of his thick, veined shaft and asked, “Truly?”

The way he stared down at her changed from dark, forbidden lust to grateful, pure happiness. Like he really did see her as a gift. Like waiting his life for her and risking turning to stone had been worth it.

She melted instantly for him. Licking her lips, she tipped her chin up to try to reach him and kiss the engorged, red tip of his cock.

“Have you ever sucked someone off before, Nix?” Bael asked. “And if you say yes, just know that their life is in your hands.”

Nix bit her lip and admitted, “No.”

“You’re not just saying that because you fear my murdering him? Or them?”

“I’ve never…” Nix licked her lips again as she stared at the hard rod of Thierry’s arousal. Long, thick, and jutting toward her mouth. Just waiting to be kissed, touched—anything. “I don’t know how.”

“Ah,” Bael said. “Well, this is where I will become the teacher.”

At Bael’s haughty tone, Thierry rolled his eyes, and Nix giggled. Thierry and Nix grinned at each other until Nix acknowledged that his presence felt right .

I think I will like being his mate .

“Now, Nix, I want you to understand something,” Bael said. “I am not interested in men, but I know how to pleasure them. Understood?”

Nix arched an eyebrow and nodded.

“So, this is how it’s going to go…”

Bael changed the scene.

Nix and Bael stood in front of a large bed, covered in black silk sheets. Thierry laid flat, naked, on the bed. The professor was tied up, so that his limbs stretched and were fastened to bedposts. Unable to move.

“I am going to show you how to tease Thierry’s cock until his annoying, big brain breaks.”