Page 88 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

I ignore Phenex as I mist away with my girl to my apartment. I need to take care of Lorelei, and clean her up. There are leaves in her hair from the ivy on the stone wall, dirt on her skin, and tears streaking her face. I have some of her toiletries in my bathroom that I bought for emergencies.

I didn’t think this would ever happen, though.

Arriving right in my bedroom, I stride into the bathroom with her in my arms and begin filling the tub. I’m worried because she’s barely moved while I’ve held her. Her head lolls in the crook of my elbow, her lips parted. Lorelei’s chest rises and falls, her eyes shifting rapidly underneath her eyelids.

I know this is all normal, but my blood pressure is still on the rise.

“Fuck this,” I mutter, shutting off the water in the tub. I’ll pull the plug later, but I need to exist underneath her skin. I need to know when there’s something wrong outside of my usual Lorelei radar.

Because tonight, it failed. I didn’t feel anything to tell me that she was in danger, and that’s unacceptable. There wasn’t a goddamned twinge to alert me that my girl was in trouble.

Swallowing hard, I grumble to myself while purring for Lorelei. It doesn’t matter what I’m feeling, she doesn’t need to feel the tension and bitterness in my body.

All she needs is whatever comfort I can give her.

Toeing off my shoes, I pull off Lorelei’s heels and toss them into my bedroom. Opening the shower door, I turn on the water there instead because it’ll be easier to clean her up, and also will allow any blood to wash away when I claim her. I’m done waiting. Holding her as I strip off my clothes, I then toss away Phenex’s coat that’s been keeping her warm before walking under the rainfall of the shower.

Lorelei’s muscles begin to relax as I continue to purr as I wash her hair, body, and ensure that the dirt and fear is removedfrom her skin. I’m unsure if I want her awake enough when I bite her. It’s easier if done during sex, but I don’t expect her to be up to that.

“Lorelei,” I whisper in her ear.

“Hmmm,” she whispers sleepily. She yawns before snuggling closer to my body, warm and safe.

“It’s entirely rude to scare a fear demon, Baby Girl,” I murmur, gazing down at her. “You’re mine, right?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

Fuck it. She loves me, and I will follow her into any hell that exists on her behalf. I can’t wait anymore. It doesn’t have to be a full bite to bond us. My fangs at full extension could tear her throat out anyway.

There’s a place on her shoulder that’s beckoning for my attention. It’s a space that’s easy to hide or show off if she wishes. God, I hope she wants to tell the world that she’s mine.

In a way, it’s more acceptable to have my bite on display as she’s my food source. Fear demons are possessive, monogamous, and love fiercely. No one will blink an eye at it, but all will know she’s mine.

I’m so mesmerized by the area, my lips are touching her shoulder before I know it. She’s so relaxed, she’s lightly snoring in my arms. Smirking at my perfect girl, I gently kiss the skin before opening my mouth to fit her shoulder inside of it. All she needs is for me to break the skin, I don’t need to hurt her at all.

I’m reassuring myself of something that she may be angry with me about later. There are places around her lips and stomach where she’s bruised because of that son of a bitch. I have the ability to heal myself, I want to see if this will extend to her once we’re bonded.

Slowly pressing my teeth down until I can taste her blood I release her shoulder, watching as the puncture wounds clear as the shower washes it away. I feel the burgeoning bond growingbetween us, which will continue to strengthen over the course of our lives together.

All the while, Lorelei slumbers in my arms. She looks so peaceful, but I want to do everything in my power to make sure she doesn’t stay asleep forever.

We need her too much.

LORELEI

Inhaling sharply, I find myself yawning as I slowly open my eyes. I’m in my nest, with my curtains closed to block out the world. The scents of three of my scent matches are surrounding me, their warm bodies touching my skin.

My fingers sink into Alecto’s platinum blonde hair, his head laying on my stomach. I’m wearing pajamas, and one of the straps is itching my shoulder. Not wanting to address it, I ignore the sting that I also feel, lifting my head to look at Samael. His violet gaze is on me, almost appearing troubled.

I can understand why, since I remember everything that happened yesterday.

“I must look pretty awful for you to be staring at me like that,” I whisper, not wanting to wake up the others. I can feel Phenex’s breath along my back, my hips turned to the side to allow Alecto to snuggle against my body.

Samael has his hand propped up on his fist, slightly separated from me by Alecto’s body. His lips twitch as he shakes his head.

“You look gorgeous,” he murmurs. “How do you feel?”

“Sore,” I admit. “I can’t believe that his parents basically let him loose on me.”

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