Page 31 of The Fallen
“Not even a hint of arousal,” Asenath comments, his fingers continuing to stroke me. Yeah, well, if he keeps doing that he’s going to get a reaction.
“Do you mind?” I squeak out and reach down to grab his wrist and pull him off me. I refuse to look down because heis still very much naked and probably still at full attention. Of course, his arm doesn’t move and he doesn’t stop fondling me.
“No, of course I don’t mind,” he replies, his silver brows furrowing in confusion. “I prefer to see those around me in a continuous state of arousal.” Of course, he takes it literally. He uses his agile fingers to stroke me faster and I can feel myself swelling. My dick doesn’t care who’s giving it attention, just that it’s getting it. I grit my teeth as I try to force my hand between Asenath’s and my quickly thickening dick.
“You also haven’t answered my question,” Asenath states, ignoring my struggles. I blink up at him, my mind going blank and my hand stilling.
“What question?”
“Why are you able to resist me?”
“I told you, because I don’t want to do anything with you. You weren’t even supposed to have been summoned,” I snap back, tugging on his arm. A very well-defined arm I might add. He’s not budging so I throw my hands up in frustration. “How did you even get here? That spell was incomplete. It shouldn’t have worked!”
Asenath’s hand stills and he tilts his head to regard me. “You wrote the summoning spell?”
“I was correcting the spell until Marcus and his cronies stole it,” I retort, giving him a scathing look. Finally, he removes his hand from my very happy dick, ignoring the fact that I am uncomfortably hard. He regards me silently, arms crossing the swell of his chest, like he isn’t sure if he believes me or not.
And, let’s not forget, he’s standing in front of me, bare-ass naked with one of my fellow students dry humping his leg as if we are simply conversing about the weather. The incubus opens his mouth to say something, but a deep moan from Marcus interrupts him, and we both glance down as Marcus stills against Asenath’s leg.
Oh my God, he just humped himself to an orgasm.
Annoyance flashes in Asenath’s eyes before he snaps his fingers. Marcus shudders and falls backward, blinking up at the ceiling in confusion. He jerks upright, eyes wide and chest heaving, with a very prominent wet spot down his leg.
“Oh, look, he’s back,” I say dryly and stare down at him. Honestly, I’m not all that sympathetic, since he kidnapped me and all.
“What the fuck happened? What the fuck did you do to me? And you’re in league with him? A demon?” Marcus’s voice gets louder with each question until I feel like I need to cover my ears to drown out his shouting.
“The spell was incomplete and was never supposed to work, which means you changed the spell when you took it.”
I shake my head at him before heading over to the makeshift altar he was using, which is nothing more than some milk crates stacked up on a block of wood. I grab the parchment, staring down at the complex spellwork, which was supposed to be nothing but a half-complete spell and partially corrected mistakes. But my attention is immediately drawn to the changes that were made and my heart damn near stops.
That stupid motherfucker.
I storm back over to where Marcus is still cowering on the floor, Asenath standing over him menacingly. Well, okay, so to Marcus he probably looks menacing but to me he’s just a dude with a semi smirking down at my bully, tail swaying gently behind himself.
“Are you freaking kidding me? Why the hell would you add those sigils and the additional verbiage? Not to mention erasing an entire section that’s dedicated to protection? Are you asking to get dragged into the Rift?” I yell at him.
I’m so beyond pissed off that I’m panting as I wave the parchment in his face. Not only did he summon a demonwithout any bindings, he came so close to fucking all of us over by ignorantly tampering with my spellwork. So close that even looking at the changes brings an icy chill over my body.
Asenath looks over at me, those silver brows furrowing again as he grabs the spell and inspects it. It takes him seconds to see what I saw and when he does, he throws his head back and lets out a booming laugh.
Glad he finds it hilarious.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
Marcus blinks up at me before anger clouds his face and he struggles to his feet. “You’re the one who fucked up the spellwork. I was trying to correct it.” He pokes a finger into my chest as he bares his teeth like some enraged dog. Of course he tries to blame me for his fuckup.
“The spell wasn’t complete, you dumb fuck! This was a correctional assignment for one of my classes. You almost opened a one-way portal to the Rift. And then you summon a demon without any binding!” I growl out.
“Oh, there’s a binding.”
I turn to face Asenath, to find him glaring down at Marcus.Uh-oh. Don’t tell me the dumbass bound the demon to himself. That would be nine kinds of stupid. And more than likely get him kicked out of the Academy.
In all the cases we’ve been told about where a summoner has bound a demon to themselves, it is lifelong and only broken with death. Incidentally, the death of the summoner is generally caused by the demon itself. I mean, the demon doesn’t outright kill the summoner, but rather the demon puts the summoner into situations that incidentally cause their death. Or they just don’t tell the summoner if something is about to kill them.
After all, there are plenty of ways to kill someone without getting your hands dirty. Semantics, and all.
Asenath thrusts the spell into my hands upside down and points to a reddish-brown stain overlying a portion of the summoning.
