Page 19 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

Blowing out a breath, she hurries for the door as I follow her. My dick is firmly pressed against my zipper, asking why we aren’t balls deep inside of her. Omegas need knots typically, and that’s something I can create, just like my tail can appear or disappear. After so many years of not finding my omega and the plague that killed them all, my body simply absorbed it in protest.

Now, watching her ass bounce in her shorts as I walk a couple of steps behind her, I can see my knot is definitely going to make its reappearance soon. My entire body is in tune with her, and once we step back onto the sidewalk outside of the apartments, I take her hand and blast the five foot area around us with fear vibes to clear it.

The delicious energy I usually receive from feeding off it is going to go to waste because I’m still full from yesterday. I don’t understand why since it usually takes a very large feeding for that to happen. On Halloween, I’ll travel to a haunted house to feed like a glutton off the fear there and be full for days, but yesterday wasn’t like that.

The only difference between a normal feeding and the other day is Lorelei. I have a feeling she’s going to change everything.

CHAPTER 5

PHENEX

Ineed to figure out what to make for dinner, but first I need to do some research about Lorelei’s roommates. There was so much information sent to me, I didn’t have time to read it. I vaguely remember seeing that she had been assigned to a co-ed building, but didn’t realize she was living with all male monsters.

I’m staring at this fact in black and white, and getting more worried about it by the second.

You cannot move her into your apartments.

The reminder is as much for my throbbing dicks as it is for me. The very air around me smells like cherries and cream mixed with my scent and Samael’s. Somehow, it works perfectly.

“Dammit,” I mutter, looking over the rooming assignment. I know Thorley Albu because he was in one of my classes a few years ago, and I remember he was a decent student. He seemed kind of mellow as well.

She’s also living with a professor in the music department who is as dramatic as they come. We’ve crossed paths over the years, and I find him ridiculous. Everything is the worst thing in the world in his eyes.

I’m somewhat unsurprised that he is in a creative position. Music makes more sense to him than people. I can only imagine the hell he must be making Lorelei’s life.

Her other roommate is Adares, and I have never had a class with him before. My class is required to graduate, but I’m not the only one who teaches it every semester. I also don’t know every student, but now I may need to make a point to run into him.

Lips pursed, I pull up some class schedules, noting that they’re also all upperclassmen and in graduate school. I‘m still having a hard time understanding how it was decided that this was a good placement for Lorelei unless there was simply nowhere else to put her.

I’m annoyed. I need to make a call without being too obvious about things. If she’s sleeping in her fucking closet, then Lorelei may not feel safe in her room. I mean, she said as much today.

Grumbling to myself, I pick up the phone and call the Dean of Student Housing.

“Hello, this is Therese. Can I help you?” she asks. I’m surprised she doesn’t have a secretary, but she’s a very take-charge person. She’d much rather handle things herself.

“Hi, this is Professor Gorsch in the history department,” I introduce myself. We’ve met before over the years, so no other explanation is necessary. “Is there a shortage of rooms in housing by chance?”

“Ugh, yes. One of the apartment buildings earmarked for teachers burned down over the summer if you’ll remember, and we have had difficulty with building permits,” she says. “It’s delayed the construction, which means there are teachers in student housing.”

“Ah, that explains a lot,” I commiserate, though I’m not at all happy with that. “Is that why there’s a female human in a room with three grown men? One of my new students mentioned it, and I thought that was very odd.”

“Wait, she’s what?” she asks. I can hear her fingers typing as she pulls up rosters. “What is her name?”

Since I doubt there’s more than one female human who’s been admitted this semester, I roll my eyes. They just may end up staying up there at one point since I’ve been rolling them so often.

“Lorelei Rose,” I reply. “She was accepted during the spring semester.”

“Oh, oh!” she says, the keys tapping furiously. “She shouldn’t have been placed there. While the building is co-ed, the top floors are heavily male oriented. Unfortunately, there’s really nowhere else to place her. We’re in a housing crisis.”

Yep, that about sums things up.

“That’s what I needed to know, thank you. I can’t imagine she’s comfortable there. Not because they’re monsters, but because they’re loud, raucous men,” I state. “As she doesn’t have parents to worry about her, I figured I’d make a call to see why she was placed there. She’s dealing with it fine for the record, I’m the concerned one.”

“No, no, I understand. If she had problems with the population of our school, she wouldn’t have been accepted,” Therese says. “This is an oversight on our part, and I’m hopeful that we’ll be able to get the teachers moved to the newly constructed apartments as soon as possible. I appreciate your call, as well as your concern for her.”

Glad I didn’t just make waves for Lorelei, I nod.

“Always good to speak with you, Therese. Thank you for taking my call. Have a good day,” I say, waiting for her to say goodbye before I hang up.

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