Page 57 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

Samael just smirks as he walks with me as if he always has been. I’m sure he did this on purpose. He’s been trying to find ways to scare me. I shouldn’t be this turned on by this, yet here I am, holding back my perfume.

“I just had a delicious snack,” he says, chuckling. He’s been finding new and inventive ways to scare the shit out of me so he can feed.

I think I have a fear kink, because my panties are currently working overtime. I can feel the slick pooling in them, my heart beating hard as my hand sits on my chest.

“Samael,” I hiss.

“Well, have you eaten yet? You have a few minutes to grab a smoothie before class. My treat,” he says, his hand wrapping around my bicep to tug me into another direction.

“Thank you,” I murmur instead of arguing. I am hungry, and it’s going to be a long day.

“You’re welcome. We all got up really early today,” he says.

Things have shifted into a very comfortable place between us all. Samael and Phenex make sure I eat and that I’m taking care of myself throughout the day. It’s all so normal and sweet. It’s hard to get used to.

Occasionally, I’ll see Alecto as well, though I haven’t seen him at work at all. He promised me a date soon, and I’m looking forward to it.

“Phenex mentioned not wanting to cook tonight,” Samael says, interrupting my thoughts. “What do you think about going into town for dinner?”

My classes all end before the sun sets, which means I’ll be done in time.

“In public?” I ask.

“Contrary to the things you tell yourself, you are not our secret,” Samael says, pulling me out of the flow of foot traffic to kiss me senseless.

While there are some wolf whistles and yells, no one else says anything.

“You don’t have any classes with me, so I get to kiss you whenever I want,” he says, grinning.

“Maybe a little less on the public displays of affection,” President Christa calls out as she walks past us, amused.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

“We did nothing wrong,” Samael says, shrugging. Leaning in, he adds quietly, “Phenex would maybe get a slap on the wrist, you know, if you two came into the open. Scent matches have always been revered, but that’s your secret and a dangerous one.”

Nodding in agreement, I grin as he tugs me back onto the path to get a smoothie.

Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting in my literature class, happy and full of smoothie. It’ll tide me over until later, and the sugar is helping to wake me up.

I swear, Phenex’s class should be illegal due to the time alone. Thankfully, he loaded me up with coffee and an orgasm before I left the apartment. Smirking, I get comfortable as I pick up my notebook and pen.

Dr. Opus is getting his things together when another professor walks in to speak to him. He is dressed well, is gorgeous, and there’s something about him that I can’t explain that’s drawing me toward him.

I’m up toward the top of the auditorium because I was late, so I have to squint to see what’s going on. Ugh, this is why I try to be early so I can get a better view.

The professor speaking with Dr. Opus has brown spiky hair, deep red skin, and hooves for feet. He’s wearing a comfortable sweater and dark gray pants, his hands pushed into his pockets as he gazes out at the auditorium. His dark eyes are intense asthey land on me for a moment before continuing on, making me wish they’d stayed for longer.

“Students!” Dr. Opus says. His voice is loud enough that he doesn’t seem to need a microphone, as he can amplify it on his own. “My dear friend needs some help, and I think we are just the ones to give assistance. He is putting on a musical, with auditions being tomorrow. The benefactors helping to fund the show asked for some new faces.”

“It’s true,” the other professor says. His voice is familiar, and I realize it’s because it’s the same one who has yelled at me for taking a shower so early. Fucking Professor Dalca. “I believe in continually finding new talent, and this is just the push I need. Dr. Opus has graciously agreed to help by making it mandatory to audition. In the case that you aren’t qualified for a role in the musical, we will absolutely take you as a stage hand.”

Fuck me.As if I don’t have enough to do this semester. Growling under my breath, I kiss the rest of my free time away. Maybe dinner in town is off the table after all. I’m going to need to prepare a song to audition with.

BAST

“Thank you so much, Dr. Opus,” I say once we present the addition to the syllabus to the class.

“They’ve had it too easy,” he says shrugging. “I may make this a requirement moving forward. Everyone jokes that I’m the classto take if you want to skate through. While I’m sure they do enjoy the readings, I know that I’m not their most difficult course.”

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