Page 23 of Wings of Ashes
“Maybe you’re inmydream,” he said. “And you’re not the real Nix at all.”
She flipped him off, knowing he would see her middle finger in the dark.
He chuckled softly, and his red eyes grew closer in the shadows. “I told you to stop the enchantment.”
He slinked closer, and his scent wafted over to distract her brain like an intoxicating aphrodisiac.
He had the kind of alpha scent that sent shifters into heat. Sweaty, passionate sex, musky earth, and cool rain. He smelled like the fantasy he had put into her head earlier: a violently erotic quickie in the forest. The kind that ended in grass stains, scratches from rough tree bark or branches, and no regrets.
“If you stop the enchantment, I’ll stop taking an interest in you,” he said. “I won’t want to step into your dreams. If this evenisa dream. Maybe I’m here right now. Maybe I slipped into your room—did you remember to properly lock it before you went to bed?Tsk, tsk.”
“I told you, I’mnotenchanting you,” Nix stressed. What if it was not a dream? Bael’s presence, the bed sheets, everything felt real. Heck, her body prickled withawareness. She had never felt so awake during a dream before.
The hypnotically threatening and seductive red eyes moved closer. “I don’t believe you.”
Nix huffed. “I cannot be blamed for your trust issues!”
Without warning, Bael sprang on top of her, trapping her beneath him.
He balanced his weight on his hands, on either side of her head, as he leaned down and inhaled her scent. He groaned darkly, the sound of which sank inside her and vibrated. “What you do to me…makes no fucking sense.”
“I’m not doing anything—”
“I am not a fan of clumsy blondes who manipulate and enchant to get what they want,” he murmured over her forehead, skimming his lips over her sensitive hairline. “Yet, the thought of you makes my cock rock hard. Explain how it is not a spell.”
So, a spell was the only realistic and logical way he would be attracted to her? “Gods, you are such an asshole.”
“You were wet for me out in the forest,” he purred into her ear. “You tried to deny it, but watching the scene I painted aroused you.”
He told her, “Being held in such a dominating manner and beingtakenaroused you. My tail vibrating on your clit as I took you from behind made you so wet, I could scent it in the air. Your need—it calls to me.”
His lips elicited tingles and new flares of heat through her veins as he dragged his lips over her cheek. She hated the way her heartbeat raced in her throat; with his supernatural senses, he surely heard it.Embarrassing, Nix thought as she tried to calm her breathing.
“Are you enchanting me because you want a taste of me?” he asked. “Everyone wants a ride with the incubus. A dance with the devil. A trip to the wild side. You like bad boys, Blondie?”
He spoke onto her neck as his lips sank lower over her, “Because you don’t need to bespell me for me to fuck you, darling.”
“I can’t—I’m not…um…” Nix found it harder to think when he planted little kisses on her neck like that. In her past life, Nix had never experienced neck kisses, let alone a mind-numbing lust like this.
He seemed to know exact pressure points to press, like buttons to melt her mind. After just three kisses, her legs shuddered open a bit wider on the bed.
She gasped and tried to close her thighs together, but he dropped his knee between them before she had the chance. He rocked his firm, hard thigh against her clit, and her mouth gaped open at the sensation.
“Oh.” Nix was used to torture, not pleasure.Thiswas brand new to her.
Her greatest pleasure had been to reach through her cage to hold Persius’s hand when their captor left them alone in the evenings, bleeding out after his experiments.
She had never felt a real man’s body against hers like this—other than her lack luster experience of losing her virginity a fewmonths before graduation to an alpha who hadsaidhe would marry her and keep her safe.
Can never trust an alpha.
But with Bael… Nix could trust that he knew how to touch her. The sex demon was experienced.I could make losing my virginity a much better experience in this new life.
“Oh?” Bael hummed, teasing. “Oh, that feels good?”
He rocked his hard thigh over her again, rubbing right over her pulsing clit and weakening her resolve. A warm pool of heat swirled behind her abdomen—an unfamiliar tightness that yearned for more strain.
Her hips jerked up, testing out the sensation and firmly grinding herself against him.
