Chapter 23
Bael popped back into the room, his presence suddenly just appearing there like he had never left. Like the atmosphere had swallowed him whole, decided he was a little too much, and regurgitated him back into existence without harming a dark, wispy hair on his head.
“What…” Nix trailed off and looked around the room. Bael was back, but Adar was not. Her fingers balled into fists. The man I love was just taken from me. Her pink vision turned red. “Where is he?”
Bael dug a hand into his pocket and unwrapped a round, red lollipop. “Hell.”
“WHAT?” Little flames licked up Nix’s arms. “Bring him back!”
Bael gave his cherry lollipop a long suck, hollowing his cheeks, before murmuring, “Can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
Even Persius frowned. “You really took him to Hell?”
“My transporting only has one stop.”
“Go get him and bring him back right NOW.” Nix stomped, and her frustrated flames grew, flowing down over her hands and fingertips.
“Can’t, babe. Only natural-born creatures of Hell can go back and forth.” Bael slurped his lollipop as he pulled it from his mouth and calmly said, “Think of it this way: If he didn’t deserve to be in Hell, he would have simply popped right back here.”
Bael explained, “A person undeserving of torture cannot stay in Hell. The fact that he is still there should tell you everything you need to know.”
“You’ve been bespelled like I was,” Persius started.
“Bring him back to me NOW,” she commanded. Little flames jumped down from her arms to the floor.
Persius quickly stomped on them before they could fully ignite and start a real fire. The flames on her skin moved to cover her neck and torso, burning off the top she wore within seconds. The fabric’s ashes floated down as her legs lit with flames as well.
Persius stepped back from her.
“Hell yeah, baby. I love it when you get so mad at me, your clothes burn away.” Bael strode right up to her, not displaying any fear as he peered down at her. “I guess taking the guy to Hell didn’t undo the spell, huh?”
Nix’s hands shot up and wrapped around Bael’s throat. She throttled him, and he grinned at her like he enjoyed the choking.
“You really…love him?” Ryker asked in a low, raspy voice full of hurt.
“He is MINE. Bring him back NOW.” Flames covered her from head to toe now, burning the blonde dye from her hair until wavy reddish orange streaks remained. Ryker grunted in satisfaction at the reappearance of her natural hair color.
Her school uniform skirt disintegrated like her blouse, leaving her fully naked and enveloped in flame.
Bael started running his hands over her ass as she choked him. “Fucking love this ass,” Bael growled as his hot, masculine palms squeezed her.
“Maybe making her mad isn’t wise,” Persius suggested to Bael, who slapped her ass and massaged his fingers into the globes as she cut off his throat’s airway.
Slap. Her breath caught as the skin of her round backside tingled with excitement.
“The real—Nix—is—in there—somewhere,” he choked around her flaming fingers.
Bael slapped her ass again and kneaded her tingling flesh. Slap. Massage. She quivered at the strong rush of arousal she felt from his manipulations.
He asked her, “Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me finger that wet pussy till you remember you like me again?”
Nix sputtered in shock. Ignore the tingles. You hate him now. Think about what he did to Adar. She thrashed her arms, trying to hurt him and convince him to bring Adar back. Adar. “I don’t want you; I want him.”
“You sure about that?” Bael questioned. “I bet your clit is begging for my tail right now.”
His tail. The memory of it vibrating over her sensitive bundle of nerves speared through her. How good it felt.
“Mmm, there you are,” he purred.
As Nix’s arousal scented the room, she tightened her grip around him, choking him harder. Her thighs clamped together as her clit began to pulse for touch. Her breasts on display, she could do nothing to cover the sight of her hard nipples.
She strangled him with maximum effort. “Why—won’t—you—die?”
Persius explained, “He is an immortal incubus, Nix. He doesn’t need air.”
“Yeah, this is foreplay for me, love.” Bael choked out in a sexual tone that teased over her skin, “I don’t need air, but you need something—don’t you?”
This was the man who had just sent the love of her life to Hell. How could she feel any morsel of attraction to him? How could she…
Her hips undulated as she breathed in his spicy forest scent. It was so familiar and sensual. His alpha scent was an aphrodisiac to her body, even if her mind hated him.
Scenting her growing wetness, Bael purred around her fingers, “That’s my needy girl.”
“Ugh.” She choked him harder. Did it really not bother him at all?
“Instead of choking me, why don’t you try to smother me with that pussy?” He laughed maniacally, vibrating his throat beneath her grip. “Sit on my face. Do it. I dare you.”
“Shut. Up.” She shoved him, releasing his throat.
He fell back to the floor without a care in the world, not making any maneuver to catch himself and lessen the impact.
Bael grinned when he stretched out horizontally on the floor. He flexed his arms behind his head, flashing those bitable pecs. “Maybe if you ride my face and come on my tongue, I will bring the guy back to you. Don’t you want me to suck that naughty little clit, baby?”
“Shut up,” she yelled at him and clutched at her aching head. As her arousal increased, her brain screamed with a horrific migraine.
Meanwhile, Bael salaciously skimmed his hands down his muscular torso. With no shirt on under his blazer, the ridges of his abs were mouthwateringly displayed.
“I got rid of the guy you are bespelled to love. Doesn’t that make you wanna hurt me a little?” He bucked his hips, calling her attention to the outline of his hardening dick. “Think of all the ways you could really—”
“Enough,” Ryker scolded the incubus and grabbed Nix’s wrist. “Calm,” he rasped and smoothed his fingers over the flames engulfing her skin.
His homey, vanilla birthday cake candle scent washed over her. His chest let out low rumbling noises like comforting purrs, lulling her to a calmer state.
“Phoenixes can create massive explosions when they are upset,” Persius told her in a relaxing voice. “It would be best to just remain calm right now. Let’s figure out how to get Adar back together.”
The men all glanced at each other like they all shared the inner thought of a sarcastic “Yeah, right.”
“You’re lying,” she snapped. More flames poured from her pores. A few caught fire on the bed sheets. As the bed lit up behind her, emitting a thick black smoke, she exclaimed, “You don’t want to bring him back.”
“Uh, uh, no. Not lying,” Persius whispered to her. “Shhh, breathe. Take slow, deep breaths.”
“Calm,” Ryker grunted again, rubbing her flaming shoulders.
Her naked body trembled as she tried to control the anger and the flames.
“That’s it, suck the flames back in,” Persius said. “Let’s not burn the dorm building down with people potentially in it.”
“I’m glad the asshole is in Hell,” Bael said, stretching out on the floor and smirking at her.
“Not helpful, Bael!” Persius laid a hand over Nix’s head. “Shhh, remain calm. Don’t listen to the psychotic incubus.”
“I don’t know,” Bael said, smiling. “I’m kind of curious about the damage our little phoenix can do.”
“Stop,” Ryker warned Bael.
“He bespelled my mate to like him and groped her tits. When the spell is broken on you, babe, you might fall to your knees and suck my dick to reward me for my quick thinking. Hell, maybe you’ll still be mad at me because you would have wanted to send him to Hell yourself.”
Ignoring him, Persius said, “We need Professor Bowen to work a potion to reverse whatever enchantment they cast on her.” Persius petted her hair as if she were a frightful animal. “Nix, can you remain calm enough if we go to the professor?”
Something about these men urging her to be calm after her lover was just irreversibly sent to HELL grated her nerves.
“I wonder what torture the demons are putting the asshole through right now,” Bael mused. “Think about how delicious the swan boy’s screams would sound.”
An explosion of flame burst from Nix’s skin.