Page 66 of Wings of Ashes
“What do you mean?”
“I could be the one to protect you,” he repeated. “So that you don’t have to…feel the need to build relationships with any of the immature males of this school.”
Was Nix still dreaming? Had the professor, who originally shunned her from taking his class, just offered to be her protector?
“I don’t need your protection. Not now at least,” Nix replied unevenly. “Maybe after graduation.”
“I—”
“I want to learn to protect myself,” she said. Adamant, she crossed her arms over her chest and feigned the unfamiliar feeling of power. “This time, I will. I will become stronger and learn how to fight or protect myself with potions and—”
He cut her off. “I am deeply sorry to say this, but the scent of your arousal is overwhelming and making it very difficult to concentrate on our conversation.”
Nix rolled her eyes.Men.
He reached out and loosened his tie. It was a very mundane action, but on him, it was downright salacious. With his tieloosened and the first two buttons of his dress shirt opened, he exposed the base of his neck.
“If you dismissed me, you wouldn’t have to smell—”
His palm slammed onto the desk in frustration. “You really fuckingcameduring my lecture,” he murmured lowly to himself.
“It wasn’t my fault—”
“Itoldyou to never make eye contact with an incubus,” the sexy professor lectured her and pushed his wide-rimmed glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. “They can make you see things. Feel things.”
“Confirmed that, thanks,” Nix said, her tone annoyed.
“You are meant to be listening and learning. You said you read the book; you said you cared about this class—”
“I do,” she defended.
Professor Thierry struck his desk again, captivating Nix with the smooth whacks that his hand delivered. The act reminded her of the spanking Bael gave her in the fantasy, the one she did not realize how much she liked until it happened.
Thierry growled loudly, “Then, why thefuck, were you looking at him when you should have been looking at me?” His chest moved up and down with heavy breaths as he tried to regain his sense of control.
Nix exhaled in shock. The professor almost sounded jealous. “What?”
“What did he make you see that made you come?” Professor Thierry asked. His desperate eyes spewed fervor and intensity. “I need to know.”
His long fingers tensed on the desk—the same desk where Nix had been bent over and fingered to a perfect orgasm in the fantasy.
She quivered at the sight of his masculine fingers spread over the wood.
“What did he make you see?” he asked again.
What was she supposed to say? Admit that it washimjoining in during the illusion that pushed her over the sexual edge? “Why do you need to know?” she shot back, embarrassed.
“Because Ido.” His eyes gleamed with a forbidden want—desire in its most adrenaline-induced form. Pure yearning. “I shouldn’t. But…every part of me is hungry to know. Fucking thirsty for it.”
“You don’thaveto know everything, you know,” Nix said.
“I can smell how wet your pussy is. I know how easy it would be to slip a finger inside you and test that tight heat that has been stealing my intellectual and critical thoughts. I’ve never been able to sleep well, but last night… I wasscaredto dream,” he stressed as if she would know what he meant by that.
“I don’t understand.”
“You and your scent—fucking haunting me,” Professor Thierry accused. “Why did you collect those herbs in the forest last night?”
“You followed me?”
