“The council knows about the enchanted students? What about the missing students?”
“I will not be answeringanyof your questions—”
“Be right back, guys.” Bael disappeared, along with Dean Felling.
Nix watched the rolling chair spin at the gust of wind from Baelpoppingthe dean out of existence.
“Did Baelfire just…take the dean to Hell?” Thierry muttered in disbelief.
“Wait for it…” Persius said. “Hmm, nope. Didn’t pop back here. Means the dean belonged there.”
“So, we just, what?” Thierry asked. “Wait for the incubus to come back?”
“Shouldn’t be long. Time moves much faster in Hell. A couple of minutes there are a few seconds here,” Persius said. “He is most likely getting the answers to Nix’s questions.”
“The dean was…scared of Nix,” Ryker said in his low, rumbling voice that wrapped around Nix and squeezed.
“I noticed that as well,” Thierry stated. “He said, ‘Do you plan to kill him as well,’ as if…”
“I haven’t killed anyone in this timeline,” Nix said.
A gust of wind blew Nix’s hair back as Bael appeared back where he had stood behind the dean’s chair. Without the dean. “Your favorite mate is back,” Bael said.
Thierry rolled his eyes.
“Dean Felling has zero pain tolerance, by the way.” Bael smirked and strode around the desk to stand by Nix. “He was ‘told’ by Kellan Oadess to fire Professor Bowen and replace him with Lemmuns.”
He added, “Apparently, Kellan told him that the council had heard Bowen requesting to put protection potion into the school’s wells and water systems.”
Thierry crossed his arms, flexing the muscular biceps beneath his tweed suit. “As if that would be a bad thing?”
“Apparently, to the ‘council,’ yes.” Bael added, “Apparently, not ‘every’ student requires protection from enchantments.”
“We need to get to the auditorium,” Nix told them, swallowing the jittery nerves down without a trace of choking on them. I killed my captor in one timeline. I can do it again. I will not be captured and tortured ever again. “That’s where the dean said Lemmuns is.”
“But I want to fuck you on the dean’s desk.” Bael pouted and smoothed a hand over the dark wood top. “Imagine how hot it would be to be eaten out on the dean’s desk, baby. Make an incubus’s dream come true?”
“I’m still mad,” Nix muttered.
“At Future Bael, not Present Bael,” he defended, slinking up close to her and palming her lower back. His thick alpha scent infiltrated her senses until her eyelids drooped to half-mast.
“Bael.”
“You can still hate me and fuck me, baby. Hate sex isn’t off the table. So, let’s do itonthe table—on this desk—”
“Be serious,” Thierry told him.
“Iam.” Bael pinched Nix’s chin to force her gaze to meet his. “Baby, this mad-at-us thing is temporary. We’re going to save the world; we’re going to break up the council.”
He stressed to her, “Doesn’t mean we have to be serious all the time. You have three mates—and Stoney, I guess—who fucking love you—” A grin stretched his face. “—and love fucking you. We do what you want and need, yeah?”
Nix nibbled her bottom lip. The incubus’s warm hand kept rubbing her lower back in circles. Each sweep caused a responding pulse between her legs.
Her breaths became heavier as he leaned into the crook of her neck and planted a kiss over the side of her throat.
Bael whispered into her hair, “I can scent your arousal and that needy little pussy. If you keep ignoring the build up, you’re going to snap.”
“I—I’m fine,” Nix sputtered.
