Page 93 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

Of course he’s not only found out my schedule by this point but he’s also memorized it as well.

“Yes, stalker,” I murmur, enjoying the rumble of his laughter.

“I’ll wear that label with honor,” he says.

Leaving Kennedy behind, his long strides eat up the distance between us and my math building.

We are lightyears away from him bullying me and driving me insane. I kind of miss the clit spanking, though.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his nose dragging up my throat. “You smell so damn sweet, Lorelei.”

“It’s embarrassing,” I hiss.

“I don’t care,” he says with a chuckle. It’s like he’s had a lobotomy for his personality, but only for me. He still barks and yells at everyone else, and during rehearsals he still gets pretty intense. “Tell me?”

My cheeks blush as I bite my lips, my hands clasped in front of me. We’re getting glances because he’s carrying me, but that’s not why I’m self conscious.

“Whisper it in my ear,” he says, lifting me higher until my hands grab for his hair to hold onto. The ground is so far below me since he’s almost eight feet tall.

His brown, spiky hair is short, though perfect for me to grab onto as I lean toward his ear to whisper into it.

“I was just thinking about the way you used to spank my clit,” I admit softly. “I kind of miss it.”

He trips over his feet at my words, beginning to cough because he inhaled too quickly.

“You’re going to kill me one day with your confessions,” he wheezes.

“They don’t happen very often,” I say, smirking.

“Thank fuck for that, I’m younger than your other males, but damn I wasn’t expecting that,” he says with a chuckle. “I have clearly been slacking in the romance department. I’ll have to step up my game, Lorelei.”

I can’t stop smiling as he sets me down outside of my building and brushes a kiss on my forehead.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he murmurs. “Be careful and have a good day.”

Nodding, my lips part in surprise as he opens the door for me. I don’t know why I’m still shocked about things like this. They’re second nature to Phenex, Alecto, or Samael, yet I’m still unused to this.

“This face you make whenever I do something so simple tells me I’m not doing enough,” he grumbles.

“It’s not that,” I promise, though there’s a whimper of a lie in my words. “A part of me is waiting for the sweetness to stop, I guess?”

He gazes at me for a moment before he shakes his head. “It could be forty years from now, I won’t ever stop, Lorelei. I know what a life without you is like, I’ll do anything to stop that from happening,” he says.

We’re blocking the flow of foot traffic, so I nod and walk away. The way I feel isn’t fair to Bast. I just feel as if I’m having whiplash from the sharp change in direction he’s had. Granted, I was there for the many hours that he thought I was dead.

Even though he held me in his arms, he saw me dead and decaying. I was a walking corpse, even while Phenex forced me to take bites of food here and there. It physically hurt me to watch him like that.

Samael had a point though in his lesson. Every day that slips into a week and then a month, it’s all that much closer to my twenty-first birthday.

I’ll be twenty in a few short months, so I understand his worry.

Even then, it’s possible that something could happen before that. Nothing is promised.

Walking quickly to class, I shrug off the shiver of worry that I feel. It feels so damn ominous, and I still have two unbonded scent matches.

BAST

I’m not doing enough. The poems, flowers, and songs aren’t giving her the deeper connection that Lorelei is obviously craving, and I’m floundering right now.

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