Chapter 86: Turn Me On Dirty Thoughts

"Have you ever watched porn before?" Daemus asked, studying her flushed face.

Blair quickly shook her head. "No, never. But... I have read some stuff."

Daemus raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly against the headboard. "Did you ever get turned on reading something?"

Instantly, a furious, burning heat rushed up Blair’s neck and exploded across her cheeks. She remembered the plot of a book she had kept hidden under her mattress back at the church. It was a very mature werewolf romance about two identical alpha twins sharing a single mate. Her face flushed even hotter as the spicy scene flashed in her mind: both alphas touching the female lead at the same time, competing against each other to see who could make her moan the loudest.

She kept her mouth shut, refusing to share a single detail of that embarrassing novel out loud.

But Daemus didn’t need to hear the details to see the effect the memory was having on her. An amused smirk touched his lips. "Looks like you got something."

Blair bit down hard on her bottom lip. "I think so," she whispered.

"Think about that, then," Daemus instructed softly. "And touch yourself."

Blair froze. She felt incredibly awkward. The sheer embarrassment of being watched under the bright bedroom lights made her eyes dart frantically back and forth between Daemus’s expectant gaze and the far wall. She was overthinking everything. Should I touch my breasts first? she wondered wildly, her hands hovering uselessly in the air.

Slowly, she lowered her arms. She placed her hands flat against her own breasts and gave them a tiny, rigid squeeze.

Daemus sat perfectly still, watching her quietly. It was kind of like watching a newborn deer take its first, wobbly steps. He bit the inside of his cheek to hold back his laugh, genuinely wondering if he needed to teach her how to touch herself, too. Ultimately, he decided against it, choosing to sit back and let her figure it out at her own pace.

"Lay down," Daemus murmured.

Blair did as she was told, sinking flat against the plush mattress.

"Do you remember how I touched you at the ice rink?" Daemus asked quietly.

Blair inhaled sharply. Her knees knocked together as her thighs clenched shut on instinct at the vivid memory of his warm fingers rubbing against her panties.

"That’s essentially what you’ll be doing to yourself. Close your eyes," Daemus coaxed, keeping his gaze locked on her flushed face. "Make up your own porn in your head. Whatever you want to see. Your body will know what to do once you’re aroused."

"O-Okay," Blair stuttered out. She squeezed her eyes shut, keeping her hands resting tentatively on her chest.

In the darkness of her own mind, she traveled to another place. She stepped into the shoes of ’Summer,’ the heroine from her book. But her alpha twins weren’t faceless characters on a page. The two towering figures standing over her in the fantasy were Daemus... and Jack.

It’s only in my head, Blair frantically justified to herself, pushing down the spike of panic. No one will ever know. My mind is my safe place. No one will ever know.

Still, even in the safety of her own imagination, the Crow professor somehow still looked terrifying.

She started the scene. In her mind, Daemus and Jack leaned down, kissing the opposite sides of her neck at the exact same time. The sensation translated to her reality. Her own hands became their hands. Her fingers curled inward, groping her breasts, her thumbs finding her nipples and pinching them.

A quiet, breathless moan escaped Blair’s lips. She arched her back slightly against the mattress, clenching her thighs even tighter together.

Sitting right beside her, Daemus inhaled. The sweet scent of her arousal hit his heightened senses like a physical blow. His silver eyes darkened, drifting across her flushed skin as he wondered what on earth she was imagining to get her so worked up.

Daemus’s jaw ticked, his expression turning tight with agonizing restraint. The throbbing, painful frustration in his groin was getting intolerable; the only time he had ever felt this impossibly hard and restricted was when he had tried out a cock ring.

A devil appeared on his shoulder, screaming at him to abandon his restraints. Touch her, the primal instinct demanded. Ruin her. Breed her.

There was no angel appearing on his other shoulder to tell him otherwise.

Daemus reached his hand out. His trembling fingertips hovered mere millimeters above her clenched thighs. The heat radiating from her body was intoxicating.

But he stopped. I can’t, he told himself, gritting his teeth. I shouldn’t... not yet.

He forcefully withdrew his hand, running his fingers roughly through his messy blue hair. Her scent and his own raging erection were driving him to the brink of insanity. A deep, sinking worry settled in his chest. With the way her scent was clouding his judgment right now, he was certain he would go after her during the full moon.

If he caught her in that feral state, she would hate him for what would happen next. Or maybe she’ll like it? a darker part of his brain supplied. He stared at her, knowing he needed to warn her of exactly how dangerous he was about to become.

Then, Blair let out a soft sigh and slowly spread her legs, her hand trailing down her stomach to finally touch herself down there.

Daemus’s control shattered. He gave in, wrapping his large hand firmly around his cock.

"Fuck," Daemus cursed quietly, his breath catching in his throat.

Blair’s moans filled the quiet bedroom, playing like a symphony of sin that encouraged every single beastly instinct Daemus had tried to lock away.

If you take her virginity now, his desperate mind reasoned as his hand worked, it won’t hurt her nearly as much if you catch her during the full moon.

Daemus squeezed his eyes shut, his chest heaving as he fought a losing battle against himself. I won’t catch her, Daemus promised himself. I’ll make sure I don’t catch her.