Page 40 of The Fallen
“The binding demands to be completed. It won’t be nearly as…enjoyable, the longer we wait,” Asenath sighs out.Grimacing, I slowly roll onto my back, one arm flopping over to land on the very solid body of the Demon Lord.
I barely have to tilt my head to understand what he means. His flaccid cock is only inches from my hand, cum covering his torso and dripping down his side. I blink slowly at the demon’s appendage, my mind still rebelling at the thought that the thing is actually used for pleasuring others.
“Demonic bindings don’t usually extend to others.” I jerk, twisting around at the new voice. A voice both feminine and hard as stone. Oh, yeah, and seething in anger.
Asenath’s thigh tenses and I immediately push myself closer to the demon, practically lying overtop of him. Whether I’m trying to protect him from the wrath of Dean Hayes or if I’m trying to keep him from attacking her is up for debate.
She narrows her dark eyes at us, her anger almost palpable. I’m really happy her magic isn’t fire related because I’m fairly certain nothing would be left of me but a pile of ash.
Her hands are in fists on her hips, her usually immaculate skirt suit in disarray. That, on its own, tells me how upset she is. Her suits are always perfect, not a wrinkle or thread out of place. But right now, she looks like she threw on yesterday’s clothes from the hamper.
I shrink away from her, practically plastering myself against Asenath, even though it’s a ridiculous instinct. It isn’t like she’s going to attack me.
“Get yourselves cleaned up and get out here. It seems we have much to discuss.” Dean Hayes gives me another look, one I can’t interpret, before turning on one petite flat and leaving the bedroom.
Getting to my feet, I grab the box of tissues from my nightstand and start cleaning myself off as Ben sputters on the floor, in too much shock to actually form any words. In the end,he just makes a noncommittal noise before cleaning himself off with the dry portions of his towel.
I throw on my clothes from last night, while my mind is reeling over the fact that not only can others see Asenath, but my future enrollment is looking questionable.
Ben is still sitting there gaping at me when I pull my shirt over my head and I can’t help but bend down to give him a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. “You’ll catch flies if you don’t close that,” I tell him gently.
His mouth snaps shut and he leans away from me, his deep brown eyes searching mine. I know what he’s thinking, I kiss him again, just a brush of my lips against his. My chest tightens at the hurt expression on his face. The question is obvious. Have I already betrayed him mere minutes after having sex?
“No, I didn’t do anything with him. I know I’m going to have to, but I don’t want it. I just want you,” I whisper against his lips. He pulls away from me briefly, those brown eyes of his searching mine once again. Whatever he sees has him crashing his mouth to mine and I melt against him. I weave my fingers through his hair, my mouth opening the moment I feel his tongue run along the seam of my lips.
I groan at the taste of him. I will gladly spend the rest of the day right here, letting him plunder my mouth — and the rest of my body — until we collapse from exhaustion.
It’s Asenath’s awkward cough that has us breaking apart. Ben clears his throat, and I can’t tell if it’s passion or embarrassment that colors his cheeks that cute shade of red.
“Um, I’ll go get dressed. Meet you in the living room.” Shooting an uncertain look at the demon behind me he turns and darts to his room.
Which leaves me alone in my bedroom with a way too sexy lust demon who just happens to be covered in cum. Go figure.
With a sigh, I look over my shoulder at said demon, making sure to keep my eyes on his face. Last thing I need is to get myself into more embarrassing situations. “Can you summon clothes or something? Or do you just want to use a sheet?”
In answer, he grabs the sheet off the bed and wraps it around his body toga style before spreading his arms wide, one silver eyebrow arching in question. Sighing, I just turn and make my way to the living room.
CHAPTER 6
Stepping into that living room is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I’m a sweaty, shaky mess. The only reason I don’t bolt past Dean Hayes is because Ben comes out of his room and puts a hand on my shoulder.
I can feel Asenath’s presence when he steps into the hallway and my panic subsides a bit more. Odd, considering he’s a demon and all.
Drawing a breath into my lungs, I hold it for a count of three before letting it out. Squaring my shoulders, I cross the small space and plop down in the couch across from Dean Hayes. Her almond eyes are focus intently on her phone as her fingers fly over the screen and I have a moment to steady my breathing and take her in.
Despite being the Dean of Blackstar Academy, I’ve only seen her twice — once during my initial enrollment interview and again during orientation my freshman year. She’s an enigma and despite being barely five feet tall, she holds herself like she’s seven feet tall.
Not to mention her ESP abilities are scary powerful.
But sitting here in her skirt suit, with her thick black hair secured in a tight bun and her manicured nails clicking away onher phone, she looks like any other businesswoman. Just one who can probably blast your mind back to the big bang with just a blink of her eyelids.
After a snort of derision, that is really at odds with her posh appearance, she sets her phone aside and pins the three of us with a hard stare. Yes, she even pins Asenath with that look and I swallow audibly at her courage.
“I have been made aware of the unfortunate situation that happened two days ago, and to say that I’m regretful and saddened by it would be an understatement. Cody has been expelled. Marcus has not only been expelled from this academy but all other arcane academies in the US. He has also been turned over to the police for desecrating a corpse to completion.” She stops and grimaces, giving Asenath an indignant look. I’m still processing her wording. She can’t possibly mean what I think she’s insinuating.
“What do you mean ‘to completion’?” Ben asks, brows furrowing in confusion.
“I told him to go fuck a corpse and to not stop until he had rubbed the skin off his dick,” Asenath deadpans
