Rosemary Johns - Rebel Academy - Curse

Bask wiggled his ass. "As you wish."

I groaned, as his tongue lapped over my aching balls. Magenta slid her mouth further down my dick, and worked the shaft with her tongue, before darting it out, just as Bask licked up to meet her stretched lips...

My eyelids fluttered shut, and my thighs trembled at the twin sensations.

On the runes, could someone kill you by sucking you off? I must be dying...

My balls tightened, and my toes curled. Flushed, I rested one hand on Bask's head and the other on Magenta's but I forced myself to do no more than touch these incredible Immortals who were winding me closer to my own death by pleasure , no matter how desperate I was to take control and push.

My back bowed, and my neck strained.

Let me come...so close...I can't...I need, need, need...

"Well, I'm not entirely surprised," a gruff, mocking voice wound from the doorway. "I've heard tales about witches, and Loki's a legendary lover. Of course, it could be the influence of the incubus. It amazes me that they allow whores to mix in the academy. But then, perhaps he's the entertainment."

Magenta's mouth snapped closed in shock, and I howled as her teeth grazed my dick. She pulled off my dick, giving it a final apologetic lick.

But she wasn't the one edged so close to orgasm that if Bask so much as sat on my lap, I'd embarrass myself.

Bask pushed my painfully hard dick back into my pants, before shooting me a sympathetic look.

I growled, surging to my feet and twisting to face the dragon shifter in the doorway, which’d melted away. I was an exhibitionist but only with consenting partners and not with guards or whoever the huge dragon shifter was, who was blocking the exit with his hands smartly behind his back.

I tilted my head, scrutinizing him, as he calmly scrutinized me back. I'd guess that he was more a soldier than a guard and one who was used to his orders being obeyed. He was beautiful but giant with bunched muscles and cropped golden hair that matched his eyes. He wore the same orchid uniform as Marcus.

Were they family?

Bask had stiffened at whores .

Magenta clasped her arms around Bask, drawing him to the back of the cell.

I glanced behind the shifter at the corridor. He appeared to be alone.

Could we escape?

My pulse thundered, but I fought to keep my gaze emotionless. "If you're jealous, why don't you come in here and get on your knees. Show me what you've got."

The shifter paled with fury, before striding into the cell.

Got you.

"I'm Lash, the archduke's cousin and recent Regent of the entire Court and kingdom," his voice was clipped and sharp. "Show me proper respect."

"I'll show you," I muttered. "But seriously, does your cousin know that you're in here harassing us?"

Lash smiled, slyly. "Do you think that I'll answer to come soft bastard who allowed himself to be captured, ridden, and tamed by a fae prince? I should send him back with you."

Behind me, Magenta gave a sharp intake of breath.

"What kind of bad bastard would betray their own family?" Bask hissed.

"The kind who ruled this Court and doesn't need some youngster who's had the backbone whipped out of him, crawling home with his wings clipped." Lash's yellow magic coiled around him, along with the rich scent of myrrh. "He's not worthy."

I arched my brow. "And if your magic had been bound, while you'd been collared with the threat of punishment to your brothers if you disobeyed, then the witches would never have tamed you, right?"

Lash swung his arms around to his front, crossing them defensively, and his muscles flexed. "It's like you know me. It's why I have to take the decisions for poor Marcus because he's too weak now. He can't even deal with traitors. But I'm here to help him."

Deal didn't sound good.

I pushed back my sleeves, thrilling with the call to battle. It felt kind of weird to fight without Fenrir howling through me. This time, I had to face the danger by myself without the wildness seizing me.

I still ached to kick Lash in the balls to make him suffer as much as my own blue balls were.

I prowled towards Lash, blocking his view of Magenta and Bask; he didn't get to look at them like he was planning to tear them apart. Honestly , he could just peer over my head because the asshole was tall, but size had nothing to do with bravery.

Ask Mr. Fierce.

Lash chuckled. "You have courage. I thought that they only taught you in the Rebel Academy how to be sneaky bitches."

My lips pinched. "Yeah, that too."

I targeted a roundhouse kick at Lash’s knee (because hey, anything that dropped his height was good by me), but he dodged. When I circled him, he smiled indulgently like we were sparring. I growled, rushing forward and swinging a hook at his jaw, but he caught my hand — my injured hand — in his giant fist and squeezed.

I bellowed, as my knuckles cracked .

Magenta tried to storm towards Lash, but Bask looped his arms around her waist and held her back. How unbalanced would her warrior skills be without her magic?

Plus, this asshole could fight.

But I'd been trained by Loki, the god of mischief and mayhem. Instead of attempting to yank my hand away from him, as he'd been expecting, I leaned closer and headbutted him.

Now it was Lash’s turn to bellow, as he let go of my hand to stagger back and angrily wipe the crimson from his nose.

In the name of Tyr, I called first blood.

I grinned, "You did say that we were sneaky."

Lash snorted, and his eyes darkened. "How about you, darling? Want to dance? I promise that I'll be gentle and not mess up your pretty face... yet ."

I snarled. How dare he talk like that to Magenta? He must seriously want a punch in the dick, probably from Magenta.

But then, I glanced around and realized that it was Bask's eyes, which had widened. "If you call him darling again, then you won't be able to stand to dance because I'll have broken your legs."

Lash only steadily met Bask's gaze. "Does he fight all your battles for you, darling ?"

The...soon to be unable to stand...asshole...

I surged forward, but Bask gripped my hand, yanking me back.

"Not all of my battles.” Bask slunk closer to Lash, and I stiffened. What in Frigg's name was he doing? The shifter could squash him with one hand. "But here’s the thing of it, how could a wee incubus like me fight a big shifter like you?" When Bask fluttered his eyelashes, I almost rolled my eyes. “Slippy forgets that I'm from the ancient Night Lineage and have my own needs."

When he shot a glance at me over his shoulder, it was nothing but sin and also screamed trust me .

Bask was fed on my pleasure, and his incubus power thrummed through him. His teeth glinted in the light. Lash should be pissing himself. Yet Lash only smiled smugly, as he gripped Bask's head like he meant to crush it.

I bounced on the balls of my feet. How much longer must I hold myself back?

Stop touching him...

"Don't worry, darling, I know what you need , and I’ll give it to you. Why don’t you get on your knees and show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do with a dick as well as balls.”

I shuddered. Don’t you dare…

Bask’s eyes became half-lidded. “Don’t worry, I have some ideas what to do with them.”

Yeah, bite them off.

Bask slid to his knees in one fluid movement, then he knelt up, caressing his hands over Lash’s thighs in sinuous movements, as he arched his back, bearing the long white line of his throat.

It was mesmerizing.