Chapter 35

“Damn it, Ryker, think pure thoughts,” Bael snapped at the dragon shifter after he brushed against him as they circled the entrance to the auditorium.

“What?” Nix asked, looking at Ryker and…his bulging pants. His engorged erection lifted the seam of his uniform pants as Ryker blushed and stared at the ground. Nix’s mouth went dry.

“Oh, that’s nothing.” Persius waved it off, gesturing to his own erection, poking forward the crotch of his pants.

The pegasus shifter really was hung like a, well, horse. Persius nonchalantly scratched at his chest, and the bulge twitched.

“Gods, you are all that horny?” Nix gasped, trying to ignore the tingling occurring between her legs at the sight of them.

She was supposed to still be mad at them! Why did her body crave them so much? In the middle of all of the chaos.

“Mate smells…too good,” Ryker replied unevenly.

Persius said in a husky voice, “I heard that it takes months for mates to, uh, ‘calm down.’”

“Years if you’re talented,” Bael commented and turned to Nix. “Honestly, Nixie, I think we all need a good orgasm before we go through with your plan.”

Nix gaped, unable to think of what to say until a single word spilled from her mouth, “Seriously?”

“We are all alphas. We are now all alphas with a mate whom we adore and cherish. Our ‘hormones’ are at an all-time high.” Bael remarked, “I’m pretty sure Professor Brainiac is only capable of a few smart thoughts before he starts checking out your ass and getting distracted.”

Thierry blinked and coughed out his exhale as his gaze shot up from where it had lingered on Nix’s curved, plump rear. “Careful, incubus.”

“Careful around your hard-as-rock erection because there could be a landslide?”

“I need all of you prepared to grab Lemmuns when we walk in there.” Nix pointed a thumb behind her to the tall auditorium entrance doors. “Can’t you just…think unsexy thoughts?”

Bael replied, “Not when you’re standing in front of us, smelling like roasted marshmallows, and looking like you need a hard fuck so you love us again.”

“Hard,” Ryker grunted, big black pupils dilating.

Nix blew out a breath that played with the front strands of her fiery, reddish-orange hair. As the strands danced around her face, the men’s hot, intense gazes traced down her body, lingering in places they especially enjoyed.

“Focus,” she cursed at them.

“Give us a few minutes to jerk off,” Bael said. “And we can come back focused and ready for action. Students haven’t even been called to the auditorium for the mysterious ‘announcement’ yet anyway.”

Bael added, “Remember how the first time Ryker took you, he was overrun by his horny dragon? His eyes were fully black, and he could hardly grunt out a single word.”

Nix struggled to swallow as the memory of her threesome in the air with Bael and Ryker trickled through her brain. Ryker had literally fucked her through a tall glass window. “I remember.”

“That wasn’t a one-time only occurrence. When alphas become pent-up, our inner animal can overtake us. Why do you think there is an obscenely large bottle of coconut oil at our place?”

Nix opened her mouth and released soundless words.

“I see my words have stunned you.”

“I regret to say…the incubus is correct,” Thierry said. “Alpha brains run off of animalistic urges and hormones. Not slaking lust for a long enough period of time can cause…well, it would be better if we all took ‘a moment’ like he suggested.”

Bael leaned into Nix and said, “By ‘moment,’ he means ‘jack off his stone-cock.’”

Nix rolled her eyes but subtly squeezed her legs together when she caught a whiff of Bael’s alpha sex in the forest smell. Rain, pine trees, and sweaty, sexy pheromones.

Nix looked up to the gods. “How do alpha males run the world when they are so fucking…dumb?”

“Agreed,” Bael said. “Makes no sense.”

“Fine. Hurry up and, uh, satisfy yourselves.”

“It would be faster if you joined us,” Persius stated.

“Join you?”

“Looking at our mate, being around our mate, we will come much faster.”

Nix’s heartbeat skidded in her chest as she glanced at the bulging erections of her mates again. “I could just, uh, stand there?”

“Yes,” Ryker growled and rubbed a hand over his bulging crotch.

Nix felt lust stab into her gut and dance and twist in her lower abdomen at her dragon mate openly groping himself in the hallway due to being so pent-up.

“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 express such 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 fucking neighed.

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.

“Or, you could just listen to me. Listen to the sound of my voice and the sound of every slick stroke on our cocks while we watch you blush, while we listen to your heartbeat quicken, while we scent the growing scent of your arousal spice the air…”

Nix pursed her lips and feigned an expression of annoyance and impatience. “I am not aroused—”

“You think being mad at us for something a different, future version of us did makes it impossible for you to be turned on by us?” Bael cooed as he jerked his hand over himself.

“Baby, your wetness has scented the air all day,” he said. “Even when you’re pissed at us, you are drawn to us. You may want to suffocate us sometimes, but you’d rather suffocate us with that pussy.”

“I am pissed at you all,” Nix said, shifting her crossed arms and unknowingly revealing her hardened nipples. “I’m capable of focusing on the plan.” She waved at the men’s moving hands. “I don’t need to—”

“Masturbate?” Bael asked.

“We would never judge you if you did,” Persius added.

“An orgasm before starting a war with the council just makes sense,” Bael said.

Ryker’s hips rocked forward, pushing his cock into his tight fist. In, out. In. Out. “Come.”

“All of you, shut up and come already,” Nix snapped at them.

“You won’t admit how turned on you are, watching us jerk off for you?” Bael questioned her. “You’d rather lie?”

“I am not lying. Gods, I have more important things to be doing than standing here. Waiting for you all to come. I swear to the gods, alphas are the most useless—”

“We would not be as pent-up right now if we weren’t having to smell our horny mate’s scent when we’re not allowed to pleasure her.”

“I am not horny. I am focused on the plan. Focused on changing a little something called the future.”

Bael’s lips curled at how cute his mate was when she got sassy. “Mmm, lies sound so sweet from my mate’s mouth.”

She gaped, her face blushing in frustration. “I am capable of thinking through any, uh, urges I may or may not have. Unlike you all.”

“But you do have urges.”

She wordlessly watched as Bael stroked his dick faster. Was she having trouble thinking through the lust from watching her mates jerk off in front of her?

“Baby, it’s not shameful to admit that you want to be fucked and want to rule the world in the same day.”

“I’m not ashamed.”

“No? Then, why lie about not being wet for us?”

Nix quirked an angry eyebrow. “You think I’m wet for you?”

“I know you are,” Bael replied.

“Yeah?” In a surprising change of events, Nix fingered the bottom hem of her school uniform skirt and pulled it up to flash her panties. “Come see for yourself how not turned on I am by you all.”

If ads affect your reading experience, click here to remove ads on this page.