Page 150 of Wicked Heirs

“Like an alcoholic who thinks they can have a drink out of the blue and be fine?”

“I practice here. I wouldn’t be able to teach if I didn’t.”

“Combat is different. In fact, that’s where you first went dark, right?”

“It is, but that was then.”

“Fuck, Callum, I can’t… I can’t calm down.”

“I know. The last time you were in this state was after the Cataclysm when you left the DFR and began your time here.”

“The week we met.”

“And what a week it was.”

“I remember. Vividly.”

“Mmm, I believe it went something like this…”

I heard a thud in the next moment.

Startled and worried, I used my phoenix speed and stealth as one to blur closer and around the corner so I could get a look right at the showers while also remaining out of sight.

I choked at the visual that greeted me.

There Professor Cornwell was on his knees, one hand shoving down Ore’s leather pants, and the other pressed to his stomach, holding him against the wall, his amber magic glowing and effectively being used to pin Ore there.

I sucked in a breath as Ore’s cock sprung free and then Cornwell was there slicking his tongue all over his shaft.

“Fuck… yeah… drench my cock,” Ore rasped, throwing his head back.

“There it is, my dirty Fae prince, relax for me,” Cornwell murmured between licks and nips to Ore’s shaft. “Such a pretty cock.”

He dove down and took Ore right to the back of his throat.

“Ungh… yeah,” Ore groaned. “Swallow me whole, Professor.”

He pulled at Cornwell’s long silver hair, fisting and tugging as he rolled his hips, moving with him.

Cornwell allowed it, before executing a dominating move that surprised me—Ore didn’t usually go in for that.

With a flash of his amber fire, Ore’s hands were tugged above his head, then bound to the wall with shimmering ambercuffs. The same happened to his ankles, leaving him completely immobile and at Cornwell’s mercy.

Cornwell smirked and pulled off Ore’s cock, telling him, “You need to release all that pent-up rage and upset. You’re going to let go completely. You’ll moan, beg, and scream for me. You’ll shatter in ecstasy as I play your pretty body to my will.”

“Ah, fuck,” Ore groaned.

“Yes, you like that, don’t you, my dirty Fae prince?”

Ore nodded, clearly beside himself, because he basically begged next, “Need your mouth on my cock.”

Cornwell stroked Ore’s shaft with teasing, slow movements that had his cock twitching. With a flick of his magic, he had Ore’s shirt gone, so he was standing there bound against the wall with just his pants and boxers around his ankles, while Professor Cornwell was fully-clothed in a black pinstripe Armani suit.

It was as fucked as it was smoking hot.

“Where else do you need me?”

“My balls.”

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