Page 16 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

“Come in,” I say as if I live here.

“We’re not supposed to be here, are we?” she asks, amused. She walks into the apartment, not appearing alarmed in the slightest.

“Nope, but he won’t care,” I add.

Shutting and locking the door behind her, I begin hunting for a spray bottle. Phenex always seems to have random things in his cleaning supply closet.

“What kind of spray bottle?” I ask. “Is glass alright?”

Finding only glass, I hope it is. I had left her bag on the couch, and I can see Lorelei rifling through it. Hopefully, she’s not planning to tase me or something. I get off of that shit and the interaction will be the start to really hot foreplay.

“It’s perfect,” she says, bringing her glass container full of her descenting liquid.

Unscrewing the sprayer from my bottle, I sniff the bottle to ensure there’s nothing in it.

“Let me wash this just in case,” I decide.

She follows me into the kitchen, looking around as I clean the glass container.

“There’s nothing about the person who lives here,” she mutters.

Phenex isn’t someone who really keeps sentimental mementos. They live in his head and that’s good enough for him. The people I’ve known, many of them are dust in the wind, though my parents are still alive in hell. I’m never going back,which means I don’t plan to take over the family business ever either.

Periodically, they send demon couriers out to deliver messages to me, and I send them back with nightmares as my response. I’m never fucking going back. We all have our pasts, when you’re as old as we are, it’s difficult to escape them. So instead, you keep nothing to remind yourself of it.

I wonder if things will be different with Lorelei. I’m hesitant about many things, and I have questions that are yet to be answered. Pushing her mortality and how fragile she is away, I focus on the current problem.

“I expect a lot of the apartments don’t have mementos and such,” I reply to her, taking her container to pour a little into the spray bottle. I want her to be able to transport the rest properly in her bag which is why I’m not putting it all in. “Should I spray it all over?”

“You’re going to do it?” she asks, blinking at me in surprise.

Ah, this is a girl who is used to being alone. I recognize the signs because I’m the same way. I’d be completely lost without Phenex and this school. They’re the reasons I stay corporeal at all.

“I need to ensure you’re fully covered,” I say gently, screwing the cap on the bottle. “Turn for me.”

I’m not alpha enough to force her to do anything, nor do I want to. My ability to make people fear things is usually enough to get people to do whatever I want, but that’s also not the avenue I want to go in with her. Giving me an odd look she starts to turn for me, and I spray the descenter all over her, including her ass and cunt.

Fuck, she smells too delicious. When she’s standing in front of me, I remember the way she said that her clothing was functional and wonder if money is something she struggles with.Louisiana weather is going to cool off soon, but her feet have to be sweating in her boots, not to mention the tread is shot to hell.

Taking a deep breath to test how much of her scent is hidden, I grunt in satisfaction. I can still smell her, but no one else will be able to.

“Much better,” I say. “I think you just figured out your scent issues, Lorelei. I’ll still be able to smell you, but no one else will.”

I’m not going to mention Phenex since according to him, they didn’t leave on good terms. He can figure his shit out by himself, she’s really not as difficult as he made her out to be.

“Before we head to class, can I ask you a question?” I ask, pointedly glaring at her shoes.

“Is this still about the boots?” Lorelei asks, smirking as she picks up the container holding her descenter.

“Yes,” I groan. “There are so many stairs on this campus. Can I please buy you a pair of suitable shoes?”

“Absolutely not,” she says, rolling her eyes. “These have gotten me through some rough patches. I’m attached to them.”

I’m going to steal them away and take them to a cobbler for new soles, dammit.It’ll be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever stolen, but fuck it.

While I’m in my mist-like state, whatever I’m holding will come with me. It’s how I’m able to keep things like my keys or cell phone with me. I’m not above using nefarious energy to give my omega nice gifts.

She’s stubborn, and to be honest, I like that. If everything Phenex told me is true, she’s come by it honestly.

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