Page 41 of Wings of Ashes (Wings of Ashes #1)

CHAPTER

S weating, Thierry pulled on the restraints. The rope was a mere dream restraint, so why the hell couldn’t his mind just undo the knots? Rip free, damn it!

“Very funny, incubus,” Thierry yanked on the rope at his wrists and ankles. The tendons in his upper arms strained as he pulled. “Let me free ,” he demanded.

“He doesn’t really mean that. As an incubus, I can read his deep, sexual fantasies. You can trust me,” Bael lied. Lied to Thierry’s mate. “Every time he asks to set him free, he doesn’t really mean it.”

“Fuck you, demon.” Thierry did not want to be tied up; he wanted to do the tying. “Get me out of these.” This was what Thierry got when he trusted an incubus with his sleeping subconscious. Damn it . Lesson learned.

“Are you ready to begin, Nix?” Bael asked.

Bael’s words still haunted Thierry’s mind. “ I am going to show you how to tease Thierry’s cock until his annoying, big brain breaks .” What did that mean? Break?

Incubi could actually break a paranormal’s mind.

The demons were known to enter dreams and sometimes drive people mad. Bael did not truly plan to do such, did he? To take Thierry out of the competition for Nix’s affection and attention? Well, he was a selfish demon from Hell.

Bael balanced a knee onto the bottom of the large black mattress and gestured for Nix to follow him. The incubus and Nix both climbed onto either side of Thierry. The bed dipped under their weight, and Thierry again yanked at the rope.

Nix’s smooth, warm skin brushing Thierry’s side acted as an exhilarating aphrodisiac. Her sweet and spicy scent perfumed around her, flooding his senses.

MATE. FUCK.

“Now,” Bael said. “I want you to wrap your fingers around the base of his dick. Firmly.”

Nix nodded and slowly reached down to grip the root of his arousal. She squeezed lightly, and Thierry ground his teeth to keep from moaning.

“The first step to a superb blow job is to get him nice and slick,” Bael told her, kneeling on the bed and mirroring her hunched-over position.

Bael slid his fingers around the side of her face and cupped the back of her skull.

Bael tugged her into a passionate kiss, but he tore himself from her just as quickly. Dazed, she blinked her lust-drunk, half-mast eyelids and licked her lips.

Bael tangled his fingers into her hair, at the base of her neck, and lightly pulled her face down, toward Thierry’s exposed, muscular abdomen and happy trail.

“Give him a nice, long lick, love,” he told her.

Thierry steeled himself, ready to bite back any moan, not wanting to give the incubus any satisfaction.

But the second his mate’s beautiful, wet tongue glided from the base of his shaft to the swollen mushroom tip, Thierry’s legs shuddered. He glared at Baelfire and tugged at the ropes around his wrists and ankles.

Bael chuckled darkly. “Aw, look at him. Trying to look all mad even though it feels so good .”

Nix met Thierry’s gaze as she demurely ran her tongue over the length of him. When she swirled her tongue over the top of his cock, a low rumbling growl shook his chest.

“See the way his pupils are dilating already? You’re going to be a master at this,” Bael guided her head further down. “Now, keep licking. You need him nice and wet.”

“You are having her tease me,” Thierry angrily accused, clenching his jaw.

“I thought old men like to take their time?” Bael asked.

Thierry bit out, “If you call me old one more time—”

“Aw, he’s growing impatient. Here, I will help.” Bael’s midnight-colored wings shot out from his back, stretching out with vibrant, ruby-dusted black webbing. His demonic horns grew and curled from his head as his dark, wispy hair grew in length.

Bael smirked around a set of white fangs and focused his newly enlarged black eyes on Thierry.

Projecting raw, primal power, Bael’s otherworldly, large black pupils spiraled as Thierry stared into them.

Shit . Thierry was a well-read intellectual, and he knew that an incubus in his pure demonic form was able to—

Thierry gasped at Nix’s tongue as she flicked it over him again, while he stared, caught in Bael’s bewitching gaze.

It was impossible to look away. Impossible to fight it. Like following the inevitable suction of a black hole, Thierry was enraptured with the spinning, sparkling spiral in the demon’s hypnotic eyes. Twisting and turning. Churning.

“That’s it, professor…” Bael leaned down again and placed his chin on top of Thierry’s inner thigh, right beside Nix’s face.

His voice lowered into an octave of a different, sensual bass-like frequency that speared right through Thierry’s thoughts.

“Just relax . Relax that big brain of yours, and let your students take care of you.”

HORNY.

Thierry coughed as the word stabbed through his frontal lobe. The incubus was speaking into his mind now. Making him feel things.

Fuck , he was so horny.

“Lick,” Bael instructed Nix.

But this time, as Nix bent down to caress her soft tongue over Thierry’s raging erection, Bael joined her. The incubus opened his mouth and flicked his shifted, forked tongue over the other side of Thierry’s cock.

From left to right, two sets of coarse, wet taste buds dragged over the professor’s most sensitive, virile flesh. Mouth hanging open, Thierry fought to breathe as the incubus’s hypnotic, black eyes stayed on his. His serpent’s tongue danced and vibrated over Thierry’s dick.

Fuck .

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, professor?” Bael purred to him.

Thierry’s anger was no match for his lust as Nix and Bael continued licking and lapping at his cock. “FUCK,” the normally calm, cool-headed professor grunted. “So fucked up.”

“She’s learning so well,” Bael cooed and smirked as he pulled back, removing his tongue from Thierry. “Do you like making your professor use profanity, Nix?”

She blushed and nodded.

Thierry’s heart thundered. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be . Thierry thought, So…wrong…

HORNY. FEELS SO GOOD TO SURRENDER. Bael shoved the thoughts into Thierry’s head.

Fuck you , Thierry thought back.

“Nix, next, you need to cup his balls. Softly, like this.” Bael demonstrated by lightly palming and dragging his fingers over Thierry’s laden sac. Thierry sucked in a sharp inhale. “See how full they are? So full of cum for you to drain.”

Thierry panted as Nix’s small hand moved to replace Bael’s.

“That’s it,” Bael cooed. “Cup him there. Let him know you feel how full he is. Tell him how you can’t wait to taste his cum.”

“I can’t wait,” Nix repeated, sounding hypnotized herself, but she stared at Thierry’s cock and not at Bael’s demonic, spellbinding eyes.

“Now, it’s time to learn to suck. We’re going to start out nice and slow.” Bael guided Nix’s head up to where Thierry’s flushed, plump cockhead sat, straining against his flat abdomen. “Do you remember our goal?”

“To make him come?”

“No, silly. To break his brain.” Bael smiled. “Now, be a good girl and suck the cock that you made so hard today.”

SO HARD. The incubus shot the loud thought through Thierry’s brain.

Nix moaned lightly, and Thierry felt the vibration of it from her lips as she puckered around his mushroom tip.

“Now, clamp your lips around him, be sure to cover your teeth, and suck.” Bael encouraged, “That’s it. Up and down.”

Her cheeks hollowed.

“FUCK.” Thierry’s thighs shook on the mattress; his abdomen rippled.

“We haven’t even gotten started yet, professor.” Bael tsked, frowning. “I think you’re getting a little overexcited. Remember, you were supposed to relax .”

Bael’s wings stretched around him and Nix until the sharp, black wingtips of Bael’s pinions urged Thierry’s thighs to remain wide open and still, to limit movement while Nix explored.

“Look at me, look deep into my eyes,” Bael hummed.

Helpless, Thierry looked, falling under the hypnotic spell immediately again.

“You need to loosen up, professor,” Bael said. “And we’re going to help you. Just relax, and take it .”

HORNY.

SUBMIT.

SUBMIT TO YOUR NEW MASTER.

“Fuck you,” Thierry cursed again, but this time his voice sounded weaker. It floated out of his lips instead of darting out like invisible daggers.

“You’re doing so well, Nix. Such a good little student,” Bael cooed praise in her ear and petted her orange-red hair. “But let me show you how to do it. There is a certain speed you can mimic, so he can’t even manage to think.”

Nix reluctantly released Thierry’s cock from her mouth and leaned back for Bael to replace her.

“Absolutely fucking not—” Thierry began.

“You will like it,” Bael told him.

“Do not—”

Then…

“FUCK.”

It was unlike any sensation, ever.

The speed. The force.

Bael’s head blurred over Thierry’s lap as he bobbed and sucked. Gods . Thierry’s balls tightened, threatening to release from the fast ecstasy.

The incubus’s serpent tongue wrapped around the girth of Thierry’s cockhead and squeezed and flicked the tip, while Bael feverously sucked the length. Shit .

YES, YOU CANNOT CONTROL YOURSELF. YOU COULD COME FROM THIS.

DON’T YOU FEEL HOW CLOSE YOU ARE TO COMING?

WON’T IT FEEL SO GOOD?

Sweat dampened the back of Thierry’s neck as he felt the rising of his seed. His fingers clawed the bed sheets.

I BET THAT’S WHY YOU ARE ALWAYS SO CRABBY IN CLASS. PROFESSOR DOESN’T ALLOW HIMSELF TO COME ENOUGH. SO PENT-UP.

FEEL HOW GOOD IT IS WHEN MY TONGUE GOES LIKE THIS…

But just as Thierry’s back began to arch, Bael stopped.

AW, THAT ALMOST MADE YOU COME JUST NOW, DIDN’T IT? BUT THAT WOULD BE TOO EASY.

Sitting back on his knees, Bael calmly gestured to Nix. “Now, you try.”

She bent down, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and sucked. Faster. Harder.

Bael captured Thierry’s gaze again. Spirals .

WE’VE GOT TO BUILD HER CONFIDENCE, TEACH. YOU GOTTA COME FAST. OKAY? READY?

HORNY.

YOU’VE NEVER BEEN THIS HARD.

YOU CAN’T THINK ABOUT ANYTHING BUT COMING.

Yes . Thierry’s chest concaved on his long, rushed exhale. He couldn’t think about anything else, which seemed impossible for the overthinker brainiac.

“And…stop.” Bael pulled on Nix’s hair and tugged her still-sucking lips from his cock, releasing it with a wet pop sound. “The longer you make it last and the more times you get him close to coming, but then stop before it happens, the better he will feel when he finally does come.”

HAHAHA, ASSHOLE, Bael sent into Thierry’s mind.

“ Nnnn .” Thierry shook his head and thrust his hips up from the mattress, silently begging for her mouth back. The brainiac had been reduced to sounds .

YOU NEED TO COME SO BAD.

HORNY.

SO HORNY.

POOR HORNY TEACHER.

Thierry choked as Bael’s hypnotic black eyes spun and flashed, keeping him bespelled.

COCK IS SO FULL.

READY TO COME.

BUT YOU WON’T…FOR HOURS.

Thierry’s head fell back on the pillow, and he let out a weak roar.