Page 12 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

He scrambles up, leaning on the edge of his seat, eyes wide. “Don’t fuck around. Everyone knows all the omegas are dead,” he says.

They’re supposed to be, yet I’ve been holding out hope for a long damn time.

“Apparently, they are not,” I say. “The lotion she’s been making breaks down in its efficacy under certain conditions, and it does nothing to prevent her slick from being a beacon for monsters.”

“That means she’s not safe here,” he says.

“You’re telling me you care about her safety,” I muse, surprised.

“If she’s my omega then the only one allowed to frighten her is me,” he growls. “Others will?—”

“Hurt her,” I finish. “She’s also my scent match, so I hope you’re prepared to share. She needs another method to descent her body, and I’ve been doing some digging. I believe the odds are pretty good that we’ll find her in the chemistry lab tomorrow figuring something out. Her school records are incredible.”

“Do we know who her parents are? Would they object to having us as her mates?” Samael asks, ever the old fashioned one.

“Her records say that they’re dead and she grew up in the foster system. There’s very little otherwise, but she’s very jumpy,” I explain. “I already made a call to deny any attempts she makes to drop my class. I don’t care if it’s heavy handed.”

“I don’t think either of us have ever been so tangled up in a girl,” he says. “My dick is fucking pissed it’s not inside of her. I know, I see your face. Fear is good, just not the kind that involves forcing her onto my cock. I got it.”

His presence makes rooms colder when he’s in his invisible state. He typically chooses not to control it, and it does draw outthe fear in the people around him. It bothers me less, because I can always tell when he’s near.

I have seen, though, that he’ll control his fear trigger better when he’s in his physical form. As he said, he has great control over his abilities and emotions, caring enough to exercise it is a different story.

I wonder if Lorelei will be a good influence on him or not. There’s a fire inside of her, I’m sure of it. The problem is how much she fears for her safety. I like the push and pull Lorelei gave me just before she bolted.

“So we’re in agreement that we’ll look out for her?” I ask.

Samael is already disappearing as he nods. “I’ll send a photo of what she looks like while she sleeps,” he says before he’s gone.

Draining the rest of my whiskey, I take that as my sign to go to bed. If he sends me a photo while I’m up, I’ll never get any sleep. The very thought of it makes my dicks twitch as arousal flows through me.

“Don’t even think about it,” I mutter, putting my glass in the sink as I pivot away from my bedroom to the shower instead. Apparently I’m going to need to take care of this before I’m able to go to sleep.

Fuck my life.

LORELEI

I can’t win. I swear the universe is out to get me. Yanking the bathroom door open in my bathrobe and nothing else, I glare atmy roommate. I swear they’re out to piss me off.

“I’m about to get in the shower, could we not do this?” I ask, annoyed. I’m terrified that he’s going to be able to smell me, but Thorley just rolls his eyes at me.

“You’re confusing me with Bast, sugar tits,” he says, ignoring my dropped jaw. “He’s the one who has a hard time sleeping. I noticed you’re getting ready later than usual, but this isn’t about that. I’m going into town. Do you need anything?”

“Just a coffee maker,” I sigh. “I was going to get one after I begin working at my new job.”

“Will it make you less grouchy?” he asks, brow raised.

I guess I am a bitch without caffeine. I’ve been drinking it when I can by swinging by the coffee shop, but it’s an expensive treat. Even if I think it’s a necessity for the safety of the university, my wallet does not.

“Yes,” I mutter. “I don’t sleep very much, so the caffeine helps me function.”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asks, confused.

“New place,” I say with a shrug. “It takes me a while to get into the swing of things.”

“By the way, we aren’t complete heathens, our coffee maker broke just before you got here, and none of us have been motivated enough to pick one up,” he explains. “Everyone will be glad to have it, so don’t worry about it. I’m a little bougie so I’ll probably pick up a decent model so it doesn’t take a shit on us any time soon.”

“Oh. Ah, thank you,” I say, my face scrunched up in surprise still.

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