Page 55 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

Since I do want to stay, I nod. This should be weirder than it is. Yet, Samael gives Lorelei a piece of bacon to snack on as we sit down at the table, and Phenex starts to fill plates.

“I didn’t have a chance to tell you about why President Christa was here,” he says.

“The president of the school is visiting you at your home?” I ask incredulously.

“Yeah,” he grunts. “Her excuse was that she wanted to talk about the benefactor that’s going to donate money for renovations of the history buildings, but I’m not in a position where those discussions would need to be had with me. I’m just a teacher. She had a lot of questions about who I was dating, though.”

“Oh, that’s not good,” Samael mutters. “She sounded like she was fishing. It’s not against the rules to date a student, just a little frowned upon. I openly hold Lorelei’s hand when I’m with her.”

“You’re a fear demon,” I say, snorting. “You’re a scary motherfucker.”

“I try,” he says, shrugging. “Lorelei, I’m hungry.”

Shivering, she gazes at him with wide eyes. Her scent is strong, and I groan. Fuck, she’s really turned on.

“Is that code for needing to fuck her?” I ask.

“I figured out something really important this week,” he grunts. “She’s the only one I can feed from. Other people’s fears don’t work anymore.”

“Oh fuck. Could that be dangerous?” I ask. I know the mechanics of how he feeds, and know that some fear demons can scare their prey to death for the ultimate meal and high.

“I’m not a complete monster,” he mutters. “It does mean that I’ll need to get creative in how I feed with our girl. You smell so fucking good, Lorelei. Does it excite you to be the only creature I’ll ever be able to feed from, you greedy little thing?”

Oh, she’s jealous. That’s fun.

“Yes,” she whispers.

Samael glances at me, and I drop my lips to Lorelei’s before tossing her over the table at him. Her shocked scream makes me snicker. Samael groans, kissing her hard.

“That was so good, baby. I’m going to need so much more from you very soon,” he says. “Eat up, because we’re going on a hunt tonight.”

“Hunt?” she asks, her voice breaking.

“Oh fuck me,” Phenex says. “There are trees behind the apartments I suppose.”

“I haven’t heard of anyone hunting their mate in years,” I add.

“Why would anyone need to know?” Samael croons. “If you don’t eat, I’m going to end up devouring your pussy because you smell incredible. Who knows? Maybe we’ll end up testing Alecto’s resolve so he’ll feed you his cum for an early breakfast.”

“She can’t live on cum,” I say immediately before I realize what I said. The laughter is loud as Samael and Phenex snicker.

“I did a pretty good job of it,” she says, stealing a bite of food from Phenex.

Handing her plate to Samael so she can keep eating, I wonder how this pack feels so easy. I can be a contentious asshole, yet I don’t feel the need to be.

“So how does all of this work?” I wonder.

“Lorelei lives here because of how unsafe her dorm is. You know how omegas are about their space,” Samael says.

“Hey teach,” Lorelei says. “Want to teach that lesson now?”

Phenex’s cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I realize he’s been keeping secrets.

“Uh, yeah. She should know what her ancestry is like,” I say. “Also, it’ll help her understand that the little quirks she may have are all normal. Rearranging things, being obsessed with cleanliness, anxiety around lots of people. All omega like things.”

“Thank you!” she says. “Sooo…”

“Yeah, okay,” Phenex says. “Don’t complain when you’re bored to tears.”

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