Page 17 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

“Compromise with me, sweetness. I need to know that if you need to run, you can,” I say seriously.

Even with the efforts we both just went through, I can smell her slick. Fuck me. It’s not as noticeable, but I groan.

“I will chase you whenever you want,” I growl, putting the glass container in her hand on the counter and tugging her tome. “Fuck, I love that you can’t hide what you’re thinking from me in regards to this.”

Her cheeks are bright pink, her pupils blowing out slowly with desire.

“We don’t have the time to do what I want, but I want a taste,” I mutter, my other hand grabbing her ass and lifting her so her legs can wrap around me. My fingers sink into her gorgeous curls, loving how wild they are as it tumbles down her back.

My lips claim hers, her sweetness filling my senses. My tongue can lengthen at my command, but for the purposes of not scaring her, I drag my tongue against hers. Kissing, sucking, pulling her moans and whimpers are going to be one of my favorite new hobbies.

Unfortunately, I’m so focused on her, I fail to hear the door to the apartment open. Phenex’s growl penetrates my groggy senses a bit, but we’re already caught, so fuck him. I’m going to continue to enjoy our girl.

I can share, but it’s even better if he’s forced to watch because he was a dick. I’m surprised she didn’t hold last night against me, but she was also incredibly turned on by the elevator experience. I think she may have a fear kink, which means she truly is made for me.

“Why the fuck are you in my kitchen, Samael?”

“I needed a spray bottle,” I say innocently, tearing my lips from Lorelei’s.

“This is your apartment? You know each other?” she asks, blinking the haze of desire away.

“You made something that’ll keep me from tasting the awful lotion?” Phenex asks, ignoring the questions as he lifts the spray bottle up and sprays it at her ass. “That’s much better.”

God, he’s so damn boorish.

“Phenex and I are friends,” I reply to Lorelei, letting her slide down my body when she wiggles.

“Commenting on my lotion and the way it tastes makes the presumptuous assumption that you’re going to be allowed to kiss me again,” she says, turning to face Phenex.

Fuck yes, tell him off. I’ll hide you when his head explodes.

“I beg your pardon,” he says, laughing. “I plan to kiss you whenever possible, Lorelei. I’m assuming you know that Samael is also your scent match?”

“Yes,” she mutters. “I’m going to be so late to class.”

“It’s in,” Phenex checks his watch, lips pursed, “fifteen minutes. You’ll make it.”

“Stalkers, all of you,” she sighs. “God, why are you like this?”

“Anyone else we need to worry about?” I ask, smirking, ignoring her question.

“No, you’re both more than enough,” she grumbles, picking up her jar. “For the record, I didn’t know this was your apartment, Professor Gorsch.”

“Ugh, please never call me that,” he says, making a face. His stone colored skin ripples with disgust. I find it interesting because he is one of the best poker players I’ve ever seen. Everything he feels shows around her. “Call me Phenex outside of class or Professor. All I could think about was eating out your pussy, drop the Gorsch.”

Hiding my smile by rolling my lips in, I find that I enjoy how pink she gets when she’s shocked by us. We have years of dirty talk to give her, so she should settle in to be permanently rosy everywhere.

“Come on, Lorelei, let’s get going. I’ll let you process all of that on the way,” I tease her, my hand settling on her back.

“Yeah,” she says dazedly, walking with me.

“What did I say?” Phenex asks, trailing behind as we walk.

“I’ve heard you shouldn’t offer a girl oral that you just met, but it’s also all I’ve been thinking about. I’m probably not a good frame of reference,” I say.

“Maybe I should throw the towel in on classes today,” Lorelei groans. “My three pairs of panties are very close to being ruined.”

“Three?” Phenex and I ask, my mind stuttering to a stop.

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