Page 65 of Wings of Ashes
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 littlepings.
Ping, ping.
His chalk on the tiled floor and his back to the class, Professor Thierry slammed a hand onto the board. Itcrackedviolently 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.”
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“Miss Oadess,” Professor Thierry said in his low, gravelly tone that reminded her of a hot stone massage. Hard, heated, yet surprisingly soothing.
“Uh, Professor Thierry,” she muttered back nervously. She clenched the hem of her pleated skirt and cursed the wetness between her legs. It was made worse by the fact that he couldsmellit.
He knew she had orgasmed during his class.
He could scent the proof that she came.
Bael had ditched her with a wink and a “good luck.” Now, she was alone with the man who had—in her or Bael’s or whoever’s fantasy she had lived through—flashed his erotic, perfect dick in front of her and guided it to her mouth. The act that had triggered her orgasm in the fantasy.
“Do you know what is worse than chatting or doodling or daydreaming during my class?” he asked gruffly.
Coming so hard that my eyes rolled back and my toes curled?“Um…” Her fingers clenched the hem of her skirt tighter.Damn it, nothing like this ever happened in my previous life.
“Do you think the incubus will protect you?” Professor Thierry asked abruptly.
Nix blinked in confusion; her eyebrows scrunched. “What?”
“Last night, you said you were only interested in tying yourself to a man for the means of protection.”
With his dark wooden desk between them, he laid both of his palms out on the smooth top and leaned over it, so his face was closer to hers.
He warned, “An incubus is not the type of creature you should look to for protection. They only care about themselves.”
“I’m not looking to anyone for—”
“I could protect you,” he told her. His slate-colored eyes locked with hers.
