Chapter 125: It’s Not Wrong if You’re Saving a Life*

Daemus’s confidence beamed like a bright light on his handsome face. He was certain he could win. But He had no idea how far ahead of him Jack actually was, or just how much the professor had already found out about Blair.

When they finally turned their attention back to the bed, both beastmen froze.

Blair was completely in the nude. Her pale skin was shining with a slick layer of sweat, and her ragged, desperate breathing echoed in the room. She was writhing on the mattress. The playful, giggling look had vanished from her flushed face; she looked to be in genuine pain. She was rubbing her bare thighs together, frantically chasing a friction that wasn’t quite there.

The drug had entered its final stage. She was in a state of sexual frustration and intense need.

Daemus cursed, rushing straight to her side. He hurriedly poured another glass of water, his silver eyes wide with alarm. Her heart was beating so fast and hard against her ribs that he could literally hear the frantic rhythm from where he stood.

Jack calmly rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. "It’s too late to try to flush her system now."

Jack stepped up to the edge of the bed, his gaze sweeping over her trembling form. "Whatever Clarice used works a lot faster than the average aphrodisiac. It is likely Crimson Lotus extract. We will have to get her off before the pressure in her blood triggers a heart attack."

Daemus snapped his head up, still hung up on a very specific detail. "My mom did this?!"

Jack raised an unamused brow. "You sound surprised. In a way, it was your fault. You were the one who found the soda, and you were the one who gave it to her to drink."

Guilt instantly flashed across Daemus’s features. He set the water down. "I’ll take responsibility and help her get off."

"She came to me first for help," Jack argued calmly. "As her professor, I have to help her."

They both stopped and stared at each other. They were both intensely aroused by Blair’s writhing naked body and the quiet, desperate whimpers slipping past her lips as she rubbed her thighs together.

Blair broke their intense stare. She reached out with trembling, slick fingers, touching Daemus’s arm on her left, and Jack’s arm on her right. Her pink eyes were glassy and pleading.

"Daemus, Professor," Blair whimpered, her voice cracking. "Please help me."

Daemus cleared his throat. He forcefully tore his gaze away from her damp breasts, staring hard at the bedroom wall to maintain his sanity. "I guess we can help her faster by doing it together."

Jack stared down at Blair’s flushed face. "She won’t remember any of this when she wakes up." Jack reached out, gently rubbing a damp strand of hair away from her sweating cheek. "The drug puts her in a zombie-like state. There is some basic recognition of those around her, but her body is currently being led entirely by the part of her brain that controls pleasure."

Jack’s hand trailed slowly down her neck, coming to rest over one of her bare breasts. Blair arched her spine instantly, a loud moan tearing from her throat as she leaned into his touch.

Daemus gently grabbed her knees, spreading her legs wide. She was already dripping wet.

Jack looked across her body at Daemus. "It is wrong to take advantage of a drugged girl unless it is to save her life."

Daemus offered a nod, silently agreeing.

Jack took the top. He leaned down, his mouth capturing her breast. He played with her soft flesh, his tongue circling and sucking deeply on her sensitive nipples.

Daemus settled between her legs. He went straight to work with his mouth, sucking gently on her swollen clit while slipping two long fingers deep inside her slick heat.

Both men were fighting a losing battle against their own restraint. Their erections strained painfully against the fabric of their crotches.

Blair was lost in a blinding haze of euphoria. She moaned endlessly, her hips thrashing on the mattress as she chased the building orgasm. A moment later, she shattered. A beautiful, ringing cry left her lips as she clamped down hard around Daemus’s fingers.

But the drug demanded more. The second her body stopped trembling, she whimpered desperately, begging them not to stop.

"Switch," Daemus gasped out.

They seamlessly swapped positions. Daemus took the top, his warm hands roaming over her chest, while Jack settled between her legs.

"I never in a billion years thought I’d be doing something like this with you," Daemus joked, letting out a breathless laugh as he kissed Blair’s collarbone.

Jack smoothly slipped a long finger inside her wet entrance. "Not talking makes this less awkward," he advised dryly.

Daemus chuckled, very amused by the surreal situation. "What, is this your first threesome?"

Jack slipped a second finger inside her, his crimson eyes focused on exactly what he was doing to her sensitive folds. "This isn’t a threesome," Jack stated flatly. "And stop talking to me."

They spent the next hour worshipping her body. They took turns driving her crazy, pulling moan after moan from her lips and forcing her to climax again and again until her body finally reached its physical limit. Exhausted and thoroughly satisfied, Blair passed out against the pillows, falling into a deep sleep.

Daemus and Jack both stood up from the bed.

The silence in the room was deafening. Both of their pants were tented terribly, their erections throbbing with an agonizing ache after spending an hour giving immense pleasure but receiving none in return.

Daemus looked over at the professor. A boyish grin stretched across his face, and he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows.

"You want to jerk off together?" Daemus asked playfully.

If looks could kill, Daemus would already be buried six feet under. Jack glared at the Wolf Prince with a terrifying, murderous intensity.

"Get out of my room," Jack commanded coldly.