Page 102 of Wings of Ashes
Sweating, Thierry pulled on the restraints. The rope was a mere dream restraint, so why the hell couldn’t his mind justundothe 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 mefree,” he demanded.
“He doesn’t really mean that. As an incubus, I can read his deep, sexual fantasies. You can trust me,” Bael lied.Liedto 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 thatmean?Break?
Incubi couldactuallybreak 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 legsshuddered. 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 sogood.”
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—
