Page 8 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

“That’s correct. And your name?” I ask.

This semester, I’m going to teach a history lesson I often don’t. No one will complain, the texts exist for anyone who looks. My words aren’t censored here.

I wouldn’t still be working at the University of Monsters and Education if they were. The girl in front of me needs to know why she’s the last omega that exists.

The girl swallows hard as she says, “Lorelei, sir.”

My dicks throb at the sound of her voice, and my vision darkens as I stop breathing. Fuck, her existence is making it difficult to function.

Fucking breathe, dammit!

Yelling at myself forces me to inhale, my tight control over my emotions keeps them in check and won’t reveal my turmoil.

“Thank you, Lorelei,” I purr, surprising myself. That sounded flirty, and I never flirt with students. “Next question…”

I continue to lecture and ask the students questions so they never know when I’ll call on them. It keeps them engaged, while I move into autopilot. I have no idea what my words are about, I’ve taught this same lecture so many fucking times.

Even as I talk, I keep most of my attention on the omega who is struggling to take notes and self regulate her attraction. Her thighs clench together underneath the dark blue of her dress, her boots an interesting contrast against her pale skin. Her curls fall over her shoulders, wild and beautiful.

People around her shift in their seats despite the amount of space between her and them. As her scent gets stronger, I realize that whatever she’s doing to suppress it isn’t working very well because she’s perfuming for me.

And people can smell her.

Panic begins to claw at my veins, and I check the time to see that while we still have ten minutes left, it’s time to end class immediately. No one can know what she is, Lorelei must be protected despite the inconvenience.

“That’s enough for today,” I say, my voice booming again in my desperate attempt to clear the room. “See you later this week. Class dismissed!”

As a demon with green skin and fangs threatening to slice through his bottom lip due to his arousal from her scent turns to speak to what belongs to me, I find myself growling. I have to get her away from everyone.

“Lorelei, a word please,” I call out, making her flinch in surprise. She was never going to fly under the radar, and I don’t understand how she chose to put herself at a school mostly composed of demons, shifters, and other monsters.

Moving quickly, she packs her bag up and walks down three steps to get to me. There’s an office beside me in the room for those that wish to work between their classes. It’s shared, but no one will be in here for at least another hour.

“Don’t ask questions, walk to the office behind you,” I grunt, leaving my shit where it is as I wrap my hand around her wrist to drag her along.

Her skin is warm, and I know I’ll be smelling cherries on my palm regardless of how many times I’ve washed it. She’s branded on my skin.

“Tell me, do you have a death wish, or are you trying to get fucked on the first day of the semester?”

I slammed the door shut before my question, knowing no one will be able to hear them.

“Excuse me?” she asks, her jaw dropped.

All I can think about is if her mouth would be able to handle one of my cocks while I fuck her with my other one, and I snarl in disgust.

Except, it’s aimed at myself instead of her, something I’ll never be able to tell her.

LORELEI

My professor looks like he doesn’t know if he wants to eat me or throw me out of the office he just dragged me into.

I’m trying not to breathe too much because he smells like a peach orchard, and for the first time in my life, I want to climb someone like a tree. Dr. Gorsch should change his name to ‘grouch’ because he’s giving me whiplash. I feel like my body is lying to me. He can’t possibly be the reason I’ve been pulled here across states over the last two years.

“What’s your problem?” I ask, trying to figure out why I feel both terrified and aroused.

“You, you little shit,” he growls. “I think you should tone down the perfume you spray yourself with each morning, don’t you?”

Perfume? What? I can feel the lotion on my skin, I know how well it’s supposed to be working. Maybe the efficacy is declining, or the components in the lotion are breaking down?—

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