Chapter 25
“Iam pissed at you,” Nix informed Persius, who sat on the cement ground in front of her cage.
The sunshiny pegasus shifter flinched and smiled ruefully. “Because of the spell?”
“Because of the cage.”
“Thierry said it was for your safety and the safety of others.”
“Like I would hurt someone?”
“Nix…you burned the dorm building. It looks like one of those human-made bombs went off in the east wing. If students had been in their rooms instead of at the dance…”
Nix bit her lip and hugged her knees to herself under the blanket they had given her. “I don’t deserve to be kept in a cage like this.”
“I’m sorry,” Persius said in such a sweet and genuine tone that it pissed her off even more how difficult it was to hate him. Adar had wanted her to stop caring about the other men, but… Persius was just so…
“I missed you,” Nix whispered to him, knowing he would not understand because he did not have the memories of their future together. Of the kind words and horrible torture that they endured together. “You were my light in the darkness.”
Persius tilted his head in confusion and stared at her through the bars of the cage.
“Won’t you please let me out of this cage?”
“The guys would be pissed if I did.”
She fingered her bottom lip, petting it with her thumb. “And what if I’m pissed that you don’t?”
Persius shrugged. “An enchantment would make you angry toward anyone trying to help you break the spell.”
“Seems a little too easy,” Nix remarked, trailing a finger down the front of her neck. “That you guys think the only reason I’d be angry at you is because I’m bespelled.”
“We are trying to keep you safe. If the council found out about you…” Persius shivered and leaned toward the bars.
Apparently, iron did not hurt Pegasi because he laid his forehead over the bars to feel closer to her.
He told her, “The council has found it a habit lately to exterminate the rarest and most powerful shifters.”
“But you will keep me safe,” she whispered to him, smoothing her finger down her collarbone, down, down, between her cleavage.
She shrugged the blanket off her, revealing her naked form in the cage. Her smooth skin prickled with awareness under his hot gaze.
In a breathy, pleading voice, she asked him, “Won’t you let me out, Persius?”
His eyes widened as he stared at her bare breasts. She leaned over where he pressed his face in between the bars. His mouth hovered a mere two inches from her stiffening left nipple.
“If you let me out, I’ll still be perfectly safe. Because I’ll be with you.” Nix wanted out of the freaking cage and was not above performing a little seduction to get what she wanted. Heck, it turned her on to know she had so much power over him.
Yes, she loved Adar, but Persius was just so…pure.
Sunshine as a human. He wore an almost visible golden halo as far as she was concerned. Plus, Persius was Adar’s friend. Surely, Adar would understand her feelings for Persius.
His pupils were dilating into wide black spheres as she dangled her nipple near his mouth.
“I just want you to hold me…” Nix shivered, swaying her breasts before his eyes. “I’m chilly in here all by myself. Won’t you let me out so you can hold me?”
“Um…” Persius licked his lips and mumbled, “You have a blanket to warm you.”
Nix groaned and shivered again. She rose up on her knees, so her tits swayed right over his face. “You are so much warmer than a silly blanket.”
She again trailed a finger down her chest, but this time she swiped it over her breast and circled a hard, pink nipple. She smirked at the way Persius’s breath caught in the back of his throat as he watched her touch herself.
She kept trailing that finger down. Down, down. She skimmed over her lower abdomen and swept over her soft dusting of hair between her legs. “I want you,” she told him. “Let me out?”
Persius blew out a harsh breath. He replied cautiously, “The others would be pissed at me.”
“Who cares about them?” she asked and danced her fingertips over her quivering inner thighs. “Don’t you want to be closer to me?” She drew circles over her top inner thighs. “Warming me?”
“Adelfí psychí, this hardly seems fair.”
“What does that mean? Uh-del-fee-pisshee?” She petted her lower abdomen, thumb stroking back and forth right above the top of her sex.
“Greek for ‘soulmate.’” He wet his Cupid’s bow lips again and pressed his face more firmly between the bars as he watched her hand dance over her skin. “Means you are the other half of my soul.”
She feigned a shiver again, jiggling her tits over his face. “You would keep your other half locked in a cage? Cold?”
“Gamó,” Persius cursed in Greek and palmed the iron bars as if he debated ripping them apart. “I do not want to.”
She sat back down, pressing her bare ass to the cement flooring. “Then, what do you want?”
Persius released a soft groan and nuzzled his face in, further between the bars. “Come close again, erastís. I can suckle you from here. I want those stiff peaks in my mouth. I will make you feel so good.”
“No.” A newfound temptress, she fell back on her arms, palms against the flat floor.
Leaning her weight onto her hands behind her, she slowly spread her legs open, flashing her damp pussy directly in front of his gaze.
“Let me out,” she told him. “And I’ll let you come inside this tight, wet pussy.”
A whine vibrated Persius’s throat as he banged his head into the bars. “Gamó. Fuck.” Persius clenched his eyelids shut for a moment, then opened them to see her glistening pink flesh, open like an RSVP-ed invitation. Awaiting him. “I want it,” he growled.
“I know you do,” she whispered and rocked her hips like she was taking an invisible cock. Her skin blushed, growing warm and pink for him. “My Pegasus is so hard for me. Aren’t you?” she teased.
An animalistic sound, almost resembling a guttural neigh, came from deep in his chest.
“I have a pegasus for a mate, and I haven’t even ridden him yet.”
Another tortured groan came from him.
“I could slide right onto you…” Nix let her thighs fall fully to the floor on either side of her hips, spreading as wide as she could. “I’d squeeze you so tight and ride. Ride you until I drain your hard cock of every…last…drop.”
“FUCK.” Persius fumbled for the keys in his pocket to unlock the cage.
“That’s it,” she cooed to him. “Let me out, and I will ride you for hours.”
Persius’s fingers shook as he lifted the key toward the lock.
“What the—” Thierry’s voice came from the doorway, causing Nix and Persius to jump in surprise. “Persius Corus!”
Caught by the professor.
Persius blushed and ran a hand over his bulging erection like the touch could make it go down. Meanwhile, Nix grinned wickedly.
“You look proud of yourself,” Thierry scolded Nix, pulling the door closed behind him and walking to her cage.
Nix pointed to herself and blanked her expression into one of innocence. “Who, me?”
Thierry pushed a change of clothes through the bars. “Can you please get dressed? I am going to bring in a guest who is not allowed to see you naked.”
“Are you sure you want me to cover up?” Nix dragged a hand over her inner thigh and laid it on top of her wetness. “You don’t want to see how wet your mate gets?”
“Not when she is enchanted to love another man.”
Nix scowled and shot back, “I’m wet thinking about Adar anyway. Have you figured out a way to bring him back?”
“Just a way to bring you back. Now get dressed.”
“Fuck you, professor.”
Thierry narrowed his silver eyes on her, and another jolt of arousal jabbed into her side. Okay, so the studly professor was sexy. That did not mean she was being unfaithful to Adar just from looking at him.
“Such language,” Thierry muttered under his breath.
His throat sounded hoarse. Like he was thirsty for something only she could give him. The way he spoke, it felt like he wanted her soothingly coating the back of his throat.
He asked, “You would talk to a superior like that?”
“I don’t see a superior,” she said, feeling mischievous and naughty. “I see a man who is trying to ignore how hard his dick is at the sight of me like this. I bet you want to jerk off just looking at how slick I am.”
Thierry pressed his lips into a thin line of disapproval. “Put the uniform on; I am bringing him in.”
Nix pouted but stood and stepped into the skirt. She threw on the blouse and sassily waved a hand down her dressed body. “Okay, I’m decent. Professor Bowen can come in now.”
“Professor Bowen was fired yesterday, apparently,” Thierry stated in a vexed tone. “But the new potions professor agreed to assist.”
“Fired?” Nix sobered a bit at the thought. She had liked Professor Bowen.
Thierry opened the door and leaned outside of it, “Okay, thank you, she is ready now.”
An older man wearing black slacks and a light gray button-down walked inside.
And Nix’s heart stopped.
No.
The man lifted a folded white lab coat like it was show-and-tell and said, “I came prepared.”
No. Nix could not breathe.
He moved to a counter and emptied his pockets of several vials and tiny jars of potion ingredients.
No.
He whistled an eerily familiar tune as he shoved his arms into the white lab coat and tugged it on.
“NO.” Nix grabbed at the bars again, letting them burn her. “NO. Let me out. I am fine.”
It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be him.