Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
His hand reached down, grabbing my hand and pulling it up, guiding me until my fingers were cupping his balls.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he said, voice rough, as my mouth kept sliding up and down his shaft, and my hand started to carefully massage his balls.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually enjoyed oral before, but there was no denying I was getting some sort of rush by having Bael at my mercy as his breathing got more erratic, as his fingers crushed into my skull, his nails clearly in need of a trim, as his hips rocked into my mouth, too far gone to have any sort of self-control.
“Take me deeper,” he demanded, rocking harder into my mouth. “Fuck, baby, deeper,” he growled. “I need to come down that pretty throat of yours,” he added.
Those words had no right to be as sexy as they sounded to me right then as I took him as deep as I could.
He made me take him deeper still, though, as he slammed his hips forward, making me feel him come down my throat as he let out a savage curse.
His hand held me there afterward, his cock still in my mouth, my face crushed to his stomach, as he tried to come down from the orgasm.
When he finally did, his cock barely got a chance to slide out of my mouth before he was reaching to tuck it away.
Had I done something wrong?
Because, suddenly, he looked furious.
And his gaze stubbornly refused to find mine again.
Then, before I could say anything—as if I even knew what to say—he turned and stormed out of the corner we were hidden in. And, I imagined, the library as a whole.
I don’t know how long I sat there, still on my knees, like some part of me was pathetically waiting for him to return, before I snapped out of it and got back to my feet.
My gaze shot around, wanting to make sure we’d been as secluded as I thought we were. Satisfied that no one had seen, I was just ready to turn to go back to my table when I spotted them.
They almost looked like, I don’t know, claw marks. On the wooden shelf in front of the stack of books.
No.
Claw marks made no sense at all.
Maybe some reckless kid with a knife?
But why were there five distinct lines?
My mind was running away with me.
I blamed the whole sleeping at the library thing.
It wasn’t until I was at my table again, holding the books I’d dropped earlier to my chest, that I realized something.
Bael hadn’t been wearing the outfit he’d had on when I’d seen him earlier in the night.
No.
He had on the exact same outfit he’d been wearing in that dream of mine…
CHAPTER SIX
Bael
I don’t know what the fuck had happened.
One moment I’d been in bed reading that fucking book about Hades and Persephone–which was low on the plot and high on the sexual content—when it was like I’d almost felt her.
Which was ridiculous, so I’d ignored it as my hand started stroking my cock, finding myself almost painfully turned on from all the vivid on-page fucking between a god and his woman.
Then I’d looked up, and I swear I almost fucking saw her there.
It was bizarre and unexplainable.
And way, way too fucking hot.
I hadn’t been able to control myself as I shot off the bed, barely managing to remember to throw on some shoes, and rush back toward the library where I found her.
I never felt a clawing sort of need like I’d felt toward Charlotte. Not even back home where, despite female demons being in short supply, I’d never had any real issues finding someone to have some fun with.
That had always felt like a craving, sure, and like a release at the end.
But it hadn’t been anything like the painful ache I felt to be close to the professor, to hear her soft moans, to feel her lips on mine, to smell her, to taste her sweetness, to feel my fingers slip inside her tight pussy.
All that selfless shit.
I wanted that just as much as I wanted to feel her mouth slip around my throbbing cock.
But, fuck, when she’d gotten on her knees and done it, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
It was all-consuming.
And coming down her throat, yeah, it was a sort of white-out pleasure I’d never experienced before. The kind that made your knees weak and your mind foggy.
Which was exactly why I needed to get the fuck out of there before anything else weird happened.
Maybe that was why Daemon liked to fuck human women so much. There was just… something different about getting physical with them, it seemed.
Whatever the reason for it, though, it was stupid as fuck.
Whatever my feelings about being trapped on Earth with a bunch of human-loving demons might be, I knew and respected my place. Ace was our leader thanks to age and knowledge. I had orders from him. And getting physical with the professor meant I was putting my mission at risk.