“You are all really that…” She shook her head and exclaimed, “We had group sex last night.”
“Exactly, it’s basically been weeks,” Bael said.
“Last. Night.”
“You’re right. Feels like months.”
“We have all waited, what feels like an eternity, for you, Nix,” Thierry said with genuine yearning.
Nix crossed her arms across her chest but nodded. “Fine. Where is the closest location where you can ‘take a moment?’”
We are going to win her back, Bael thought to himself as Nix followed the men to an empty classroom. Maybe it would be slow, maybe it would be fast.She will trust us again.
Bael could not imagine what it was like to have lived through a possible future where her mates manhandled her into a cage, and she ended up tortured and dying from the ceiling collapsing onto her.
“My wings were plucked,” she had told them, pain lacing each of her words.
Bael had watched many badass creatures scream for mercy whilst experiencing Hell, but he had never seen a man expresssuch regretful pain as Thierry when Nix described in the early morning what had happened to her—due to their actions.
Had Thierry looked a smidge less guilty, Bael might have tried popping the gargoyle shifter into Hell for what his “future” self did to Nix. But…Bael saw that the idea of losing Nix was Hell enough for the stuffy professor.
A day earlier, Stoney may have never listened to Nix’s ideas like they were as good as his own. But today, Stoney was different.
We are all changing so fast. For her.
“So…” Nix stated shakily as Bael locked the classroom door behind him. “How are we going to—”
“Lube.” Bael nodded to the other men and pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. He slammed it down on the classroom’s front desk for all to see and began unbuckling his belt.
“You just carry lube around?”
Bael shot Nix an “I am an incubus” facial expression.
The other men began working on their belts and pants fastens. They lowered their waistbands and underwear to release their hard erections. The second each of their dicks was bare, bouncing up to slap against their lower abs, Nix gasped.
Bael smirked at her lustful reaction. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, baby.”
“You’re really…that distracted?” Nix asked hoarsely, like she suddenly needed a cold liquid to soothe her throat. “Honestly, hurry up. We have…things to do,” Nix trailed off weakly as Bael wrapped a hand, slick with lube, over his thick, virile length.
She blinked slowly, and Bael did not miss the way her pupils dilated.
“If you want us to come quickly, you should dirty-talk us,” Bael suggested.
Ryker growled again as he began a slow rhythm, up and down, stroking himself. His eyelids lowered to half-mast, yet his gaze stayed entirely focused on Nix.
Thierry’s jaw ticked, and his chest shook as he touched himself.
Persius practically fuckingneighed.
All of the men’s gazes were on her. Their mate.
“Dirty talk?” Nix repeated, uncertainty shining in her pretty golden eyes.
“Yes, tell us that you love watching us jerk off for you,” Bael said in a salacious and tempting voice. “Tell us how wet it makes your sweet pussy, watching us be so hard and desperate for you.”
Nix swallowed again. Audibly. She glanced away from the men, but her gaze slid back to them, helpless to keep from watching.
Bael smiled to himself. Such a fierce creature, yet so shy when it came to sex? He liked the different sides to her.
