Page 52 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

“She’s begging for a bite too,” Samael sighs. “Phenex bit her without explaining what it meant. We were able to discuss it in a lull, but I’m having a hard time giving in without her consent.”

“An omega’s instincts are spot on, even in a blazing heat when she may not even know her name,” I say, shrugging. “If she wants it, you give it to her. End of story.”

“Mate, bite, please,” she whines from the bedroom, and my dick twitches with interest. I’ve been rock hard since I walked in here, there’s no way I couldn’t be with how good it smells here.

“Your scent is out and proud,” Samael mutters. “I guess you’ve made your decision. She already can tell you’re here. Go on in.”

His tail unwraps from my waist, and my footsteps eat up the distance between myself and the bedroom. Fuck, all I can smell is her.

The room is blanketed in darkness, though there’s a row of very dim lights along the baseboards. It’s almost nonexistent, but helps to see the ground as I walk.

“Lorelei,” I rasp, poking my head into the room. I refuse to walk into an omega’s nest without permission. Even in a heat. I won’t disrespect her wishes. “Can I come in?”

“Why?” she asks, her breaths raspy and quick. I can hear the wetness of her cunt as she bounces on Phenex’s cock, and the outline of her silhouette.

This is what she needs, so I refuse to be a jealous dickwad about this.

“Because you’re mine and I’m yours,” I state. “Seeing you, realizing that, threw me for a big fucking loop. Samael was right. I would much rather get to have time with you now than never allow myself the chance.”

“There’s a curse,” she gasps. Samael freezes next to me, and he nods rapidly for me to keep asking questions.

Fuck, this one is new. If she’s prophesying during her heat, she’s going to keep us on our toes. There’s no doubt about that.

“What’s the curse say?” I ask, swallowing hard.

“If I don’t find my scent matches by the time I turn twenty-one, I’ll die,” she whispers. “The fortune teller didn’t have the chance to tell me that I’ll sleep for a hundred years while the rest of the world marches on. As the last of my kind, I was never meant to exist, but my parents did something.”

“What did they do?” I ask, my skin pebbling with goosebumps. Her voice doesn’t even sound like it belongs to her, it’s robotic and ephemeral.

“They took the DNA from a lab and created me,” she says, and Phenex gasps.

Samael pulls open the curtains to find that she fainted against Phenex while riding his cock. His other dick is hanging out like it’s no big deal, slick dripping from it.

I guess that’s to be expected when your mate’s scent matches are all monsters.

CHAPTER 12

ALECTO

My ass hit the ground outside of her room, and stayed there during the six hours that Lorelei remained passed out.

I could see that Phenex and Samael were worried about her, but no matter what, they couldn’t revive her. The entire time, I struggled to stay calm.

It’s only when she blinks her eyes and opens them slowly that I sag against the door in relief.

It’s time for me to go.

Averting my eyes, I begin to stand to leave.

“Where are you going?” Lorelei asks, her voice still full of sleep. She no longer smells as if she’s in heat, which means her sleep after her prophetic announcement helped.

“Home?” I say. “You’re obviously fine now. I came over because I was worried that you’d called out of work.”

“So you’re just coming over to protect your investment?” she asks in disappointment.

I was, but not in the way she means.

“Because you think I’m your boss?” I ask, lips twitching as I stop trying to stand and instead stretch from the long hours of sitting.

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