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Her walls are already painted with my cum, but I manage to ease out of her channel to finish pumping my release all over her thighs, stomach and pussy. Sleepily, she shivers, blinking awake to watch as I jerk off over her skin.

“I guess this is better than the lotion bottle,” she says with a yawn, short circuiting my brain.

Never trust a monster with a secret.

CHAPTER 22

SAMAEL

Lorelei is performing her musical tonight, but I think I’m the one who is more concerned than she is. The university is open to parents, theater companies, and alumni tonight, which means the theater is full to capacity.

Security is a fucking nightmare as well.

“You look constipated,” Alecto mutters next to me.

“I’m well aware of how puckered my asshole is without drawing attention to it,” I growl. “There’s so many fucking people here tonight.”

“I see it,” he says. “The second she’s done, you can do your thing and take her home.”

“It’s not a ‘thing’,” I remind him, knowing that he’s talking about my misting Lorelei home. “Evanescetis something few demons can do.”

“Don’t bother climbing onto a high horse with me, I’m older than you, after all,” Alecto says with a shrug.

“I actually don’t know how old I am,” I grumble. “While I’m a thousand years old on earth, I did have a life in hell as well.”

“Children,” Phenex says, rolling his eyes. Fuck him. He’s a child at only five hundred years old. “Settle down.”

Snorting in amusement, I lean back to watch as the curtains begin to open. There’s a full orchestra pit, and the theater begins to darken. I continually remind myself that she’ll be safe in the wings of the stage as she waits for her time to go.

I also insisted that she wear a knife under her costume and any changes, because the farther we get into the year, the worse my anxiety seems to feel.

The preface of the story line is that Lorelei is the side chick, and that Sir Christopher is cheating on his wife with her. It leads to a series of very funny events, and at the end Sir Christopher’s wife and Lorelei’s character band together to kill him. I find myself grinning as I stand to clap at the end.

Alecto, Phenex, and I don’t really care that we’re getting odd looks as we hoot and whoop inappropriately as the cast comes out to bow. I typically have very little interest in the arts, but this was fantastic.

“Now, you can go find Lorelei,” Phenex murmurs as we begin to see the theater emptying.

No one has to tell me twice to get my girl, and I mist away immediately.

Lorelei is in a dressing room, her scent fucking everywhere. Worriedly, I slip under the door, finding her leg hitched over Bast’s arm, and his dick is being sucked into her cunt as if it’s a fucking vacuum cleaner. Materializing, I mutter under my breath as I find a bunch of blankets and shove them in the crack under the door.

Her moans are also loud as fuck, and I can see Bast’s knot already pushing inside her pussy. Fuck a duck, they’re moving really fast, but I know that Bast has to have people waiting for him. His suit jacket is thrown over a chair, his control tenuous at best as Lorelei’s scent is pushed into the room.

It’s the end of March, and she hasn’t had a heat in two months. Is this a heat spike or a full one? She hasn’t had any other symptoms of a heat, so I watch like a voyeur, my cock getting harder in my pants.

I’m very close to joining them, though neither have noticed that I’m in the room.

“Bast, I need your knot,” she gasps, her body half suspended in the air as he grabs her ass to have a better ability to fuck into her.

The upper half of her body is being held up by her arms as she tenuously holds onto the vanity she’s half laying on.

“Lorelei,” he rumbles. “I’m so damn close to a rut, baby. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Watching you tonight is fucking with my head. You were incredible.”

“She was,” I say, smirking as they both look over at me in shock. “Do you feel warm, Lorelei? This feels like a heat.”

“Her skin is warm, but I don’t know enough about it,” he says. “We dragged each other into the nearest room.”

“I just want a knot and a bite,” she says with a pout.

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