Page 12 of Beauty’s Monstrous Demons (Fairy Tales With A Monstrous Twist)

CHAPTER 11

LORELEI

F rowning at the bedsheets once I’m done with classes for the day, I begin to strip them. I hate the color. They don’t feel right.

Dropping them by the door, I search for another set, finding them in the hall closet before beginning to make the bed again. Phenex and Samael both have meetings tonight, though the latter found me before my last class to apply arnica cream on my neck.

It immediately felt soothing on my skin, and when I went to check it in the mirror in the lobby, I found that the bruises from Alecto’s fingers were almost completely gone. Thank goodness for that, because I’d been getting odd glances from my teachers.

I can only imagine what they would have thought when they saw the dark fingerprints and claw marks across my chest and neck.

My body feels hot and achy, but I don’t know why. Shuddering, I grab the headboard for a moment as my pussy clamps down on nothing.

“Ow,” I whimper. “Why are you doing that?”

It’s reminiscent of the day on the side of the road when I was driving, the birthday when everything changed. My belly is cramping, and I have this overwhelming urge to find Phenex or Samael. I want to beg them for their dicks, which is absurd. People don’t do…

“Fuck,” I whisper, rubbing my stomach and moving to the dresser to change my panties. Pulling them off, I wince as I glance down at the mess inside of them. Tossing them with the discarded bed linen to wash, I change into thick panties and undress to find something more comfortable to wear.

Combing through the clothes in the closet, I pull on a long sleeved sweatshirt that smells of fresh rain. Moving back to the bed, I smooth everything out, breathing through the pain of these cramps. I’m fine, I’m not helpless, I can handle this…

Bed made, I stagger to the laundry basket because this sweatshirt isn’t working for me. Pawing through the dirty clothes, I make a face as I pull out a soft linen dress shirt that’s unbuttoned. Pressing it to my nose, I inhale deeply, moaning as I smell peaches. Changing quickly, I relax a little as the scent surrounds me.

Pulling out other items and shoving them underneath the bedsheets to hide them so the fresh linens will smell like my scent matches, I breathe a small sigh of relief. I feel antsy, as if there are other things I need to do. It’s like when I end up having to clean everything, so that’s what I do.

I wash the laundry, steam clean the couches, and vacuum the carpets, moving laboriously around due to the deepening cramps. The air is thick with my scent, there’s no hiding it anymore, despite my descenting spray.

Finding a rice sock, I desperately warm it in the microwave before going back to the bedroom now that the apartment is clean. It’s been hours, and I don’t know if I should bother either one of them yet.

Maybe this is the start of the heat they were talking about?

Closing the door and shutting the curtains around the bed, I lay in the dark with tears streaming down my face and a sock filled with rice pressed against my stomach. I’m never sick, but this is supposed to help when you feel like shit, right?

Oh God, it’s not working or helping right now. I just feel hot and sweaty instead.

Fuck, ow, fuck ! Screaming, I claw at the sheets, knowing I’m fucking them up. I thought I could wait, but I’m not that strong, I can’t…

I feel as if my clothes are itchy and too hot, which is odd since I just put them on. Shrugging off the shirt and shoving off the double lined panties I was wearing, I start to drift in an effort to get some space from the pain.

The door slams open, and the twinkling lights around the room turn on, disturbing the cool darkness from before. My skin is so hot, and I feel as if I’m burning from the inside out. At some point, I lost the stupid rice heating pack, which is just as well since it was a panacea for what’s hurting me.

The ache is all I can think about. It’s clawing at me, the cramps shifting to my cunt and is becoming unbearable.

“Samael!” I scream, unsure if he’s who walked in or not. The usually gentle lighting feels as if it’s blinding me, harsh and unrepentant as I shut my eyes against it.

“It’s me,” Phenex murmurs, shutting off the lights. I can hear the sound of clothing being shucked off, and then the mattress dips as he crawls across it. “What are you feeling right now?”

“It hurts,” I whimper, turning to run my hands over his body. His skin feels so much cooler than mine and I move closer, throwing my leg over his hip.

Only, instead of wearing boxers as he usually does when he climbs into bed with me, his cock slides through my arousal.

“Please,” I gasp. “I need you so much. Please fuck me, Phenex.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, making me begin to sob. He’s going to tell me he doesn’t want me, or that he won’t fuck me, isn’t he? His arms wrap around me, his hands feeling so good on my skin. “I meant to come home sooner, I had no idea you were in so much pain. Forgive me?”

“Will you give me your cock?” I pout, slitting my eyes open slowly. I swear, there’s spots in front of my vision, but it slowly disappears.

“I’ll give you both of them, baby,” he growls. “Do you want my knot?”

I don’t know what that is, but my pussy clenches at his words, slick pouring out of me. It’s messy, fuck, I’m certain I’m getting it all over Phenex.

“You do, don’t you? You want me to fill up your holes, make you scream for me?” he asks, bending down to kiss my lips. “My knot is going to feel so fucking good, I promise. I have to grab condoms.”

No.

“Don’t leave,” I gasp, my hips rocking over his lengths. I can feel the head of one of his cocks bumping over my clit, while the other presses against my ass.

Are they different lengths?

I don’t care right now, and while a sliver of fear runs through me because he’s really big to be my first, I’m ready. I want him.

“No condoms, please,” I beg, my hand moving down his body to wrap my fingers around the length of his cock. The other I’ll worry about later, I’m happy to start with one and work my way up.

I’m not above fucking myself with his body to get what I need and want.

“Please be my first,” I whine. “Phenex, please.”

“Your first… fuck me,” he whispers, moving me onto my back so that he’s covering my body as he kisses me. “I’m so not worthy of this honor, Lorelei. I know you’re hurting, but you need to come on my face before I give you my dick.”

“I just want your dicks, and all of your cum,” I complain, moaning as he licks and kisses his way down my body.

“So you’re going to be a greedy little omega, huh?” he teases me.

There’s a pregnant pause, and I wonder for a moment what he’s talking about. His lips wrap around my nipple, sucking hard on it, effectively disintegrating any other thoughts like when a cigarette hits the pavement.

The embers of thought just explode, and I can’t find the will to try to remember what it was.

Phenex continues to move down my body as I writhe in pleasure, his mouth opening to cover the center of my pussy to allow his tongue to lash over me. It almost edges on pain as I get lost in him, my gasping breaths getting sharper by the moment.

When I come, I forget how to breathe, holding my breath as I explode all over Phenex’s face. As he looks up at me in the darkness, my eyes have gotten used to it again, and I can see how covered in slick his skin is. Smirking, he grabs a blanket to clean himself off before getting up on his knees to reach out to me.

Giving him my hand, I gasp as he tugs me up until I’m also kneeling. Phenex kisses my lips again before turning me so that I’m straddling his thighs. Eyes wide, one of his dicks is now bobbing in front of my lips, while the other is between my thighs.

“Don’t overthink it,” he teases me. “Suck on my cock, feel free to use a little teeth when you’re in pain. I can take it, Lorelei. I’ll take care of the logistics.”

The dick in front of me is leaking precum, and as my body threatens to cramp again, I huff out a breath and wrap my lips around the tip of it. Sucking hard, my hand squeezes his cock as I slowly bob up and down on it. The saliva in my mouth dribbles out of it, sliding on its descent down his shaft. Phenex grunts, his hands squeezing my thighs.

“That’s it, swallow my dick like the good girl that you are. You have to work for my cum, Lorelei,” he croons.

Carefully maneuvering both of our bodies, he shifts so that the thick crown of his other cock is positioned at my slick entrance. My hips are suspended in the air as he holds tightly onto them, his hands moving to support my body in the best possible way. The movement causes more of his dick to slide down my throat, making me gag as my hands move to balance on his thick thighs.

Somehow, I find myself losing myself in him as his thick cock begins to stretch my walls. It hurts despite the amount of slick I'm making, and I feel a shift in the mattress before hearing Samael’s voice.

“Fuck, she’s a contortionist,” he mutters. “Let me show you how sorry I am that I’m late. Get ready to get very comfortable with my head on your lap, Phenex.”

“As long as you can get her to relax,” Phenex grits out. “She’s so fucking tight. I’m really not the right guy to be her first, Samael.”

“You clearly have the job,” he says. “She’s doing great.”

In the next instance, I feel a mouth sucking on my clit, making me squeal as I swallow hard. Phenex growls, his body vibrating along with his dicks. It feels so damn good, and I work harder to suck his dick and help him lose the control he’s holding onto so tenuously.

I’m such a brat, I know he’s trying to be careful, but each inch as it sinks into my cunt is torturous. I want it all. I have a mouthful of cock and can’t do anything other than whine in complaint.

“Fuck, here we go,” he murmurs. His hands supporting my hips and ass pull me down his cock, my knees pressed against his chest. Samael wasn’t joking when he called me a contortionist.

It feels so fucking good though, despite the intense stretch. The team effort between Samael and Phenex helps to fill the yawning need inside of me, though the cramps continue to tear through my body.

“That’s our girl,” Phenex rumbles. “I wish you could see how well you’re taking me.”

“It’s a goddamn thing of beauty,” Samael agrees from underneath him. “Stop teasing her and fuck her dripping cunt.”

That’s all the warning either of us receive before his hands grab my body and steadily pull me the rest of the way down Phenex’s cock. My scream of triumph despite the tears of pain down my face is loud, because now I’m getting bounced between cocks like a rag doll and I fucking love it.

Lips suck my clit, slurping up my slick.

“You’re lucky I don’t mind a little bit of sloppy mouth on my dick while I’m fucking our girl,” Phenex grunts. “Fuck, that’s good, baby. Come for us again before you take my knot.”

I don’t know what that is, but my cunt clenches around Phenex as if in agreement, causing him to yell. I can’t speak, my mouth and throat full as I work his cock over. It’s easy to forget that I’m being suspended in the air, but I love how weightless I feel as well. This position lets me have my dick and suck it too.

The sounds and smell of sex are thick in the air, and then a thick, round thing is begging for entrance inside of me as Phenex rocks me over it.

Struggling to catch my breath, I lift my head with difficulty.

“What is that?” I gasp.

“My knot,” Phenex growls possessively. Samael moves to kiss me, his ability to dissolve and reappear making it easy to move around the large bed. His lips and tongue taste like me, and I groan as he pulls away.

“You have his dick now,” Samael whispers, his lips against mine. “Do you want more?”

My body tells me that I do, it’s not enough, and it never will be. Licking my lips as I taste myself again, I nod.

“I do. I don’t even know what it is that I want, but I know this isn’t enough,” I whine.

Wondering if I’m being offensive, I try to look over my shoulder at Phenex. I’m greeted with a sharp slap across my ass, which makes me squeal.

“It’s not enough because you need my fat knot in your tight cunt,” he says. “Samael, come lick her clit.”

I don’t bother to ask how he’s going to wedge himself between us because he goes immaterial and then the next moment I have a wet mouth licking me. It’s a very good card trick.

My eyes roll back, and it’s difficult to focus on anything else as Phenex begins to fuck me with his knot.

“You’re so pretty when you lose your ability to function,” he says, groaning. “Just lay there and allow us to fuck you. I’ll give you my cum across those gorgeous tits later.”

The promise for “later” makes the pleasure begin to roll over my body, heightening the orgasm as I collapse onto my forearms, nuzzling my cheek against his cock. I’m vaguely aware it’s an odd thing to do. I’m marking him with my scent, though the possibility of anyone else being this close is nonexistent. Sucking on the base of his cock, I surprise him enough that his hips thrust forward to push his knot further in.

“Fuck!” he roars. “Dammit, baby. Tell me I can make you mine. Please, Lorelei.”

“Wait,” I hear Samael say before I say, “I’m yours.”

Blinding pain hits my nervous system as Phenex sinks his teeth deep into my hip. Screaming, my body convulses into an orgasm so strong, darkness fills my vision and its lights out.

“There she is,” Samael whispers as my eyes slowly open. Phenex is behind me with his arms around me and his face buried in my neck, his dick and knot deep inside of me.

The stretch makes me whimper, because now I want more again. I’m starting to feel hazy, as if I’m becoming a sex frenzied… What did Phenex call me?

Omega.

Whatever that is, it wants to be fucked right now.

“Phenex, fuck me,” I moan.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers against my skin. He sounds upset, but I don’t want him to be.

“We’ll figure it out later,” I promise. “I’m full of your cock and you’re not fucking me. That’s the only problem I have right now.”

“That’s the heat talking,” Samael says, amused as he lays next to me. “You deserve anything you want.”

“Good, I want to suck your cock… Oh!” I exclaim. Phenex is rutting into me, fucking his knot further inside of me. It feels so good, and as Samael gets onto his knees, his clothes somehow no longer on, I watch as his tail moves to rub my clit.

Smirking, he rubs his cock over my lips, feeding it to me as I suck on it. I swear, they’re my newfound addiction, and taste so good. Together, they fuck me into another orgasm, and this time they both come for me as well.

The pain of my heat dissipates slowly until it’s a minor inconvenience for now.

“We’re going to be, ah, a little stuck together for a while,” Phenex says, snuggled against my back. “Don’t plan to go anywhere.”

“I have a feeling I’m going to feel like shit again soon,” I say with a pout. “It’s like the cramps are banking, but they’re still happening.”

“I’m going to email both of our departments that we’re sick and need someone to cover our classes for the next three days,” Samael says, kissing my lips. “I’ll also email your teachers.”

I don’t want him to go, and I whimper as he slips out.

“He’ll be right back, baby,” Phenex says softly. “I’ll take your mind off of it by talking to you. We need to discuss the bite.”

“What does that mean?” I ask. “And, you called me an omega.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t call me out on that because that requires a longer discussion,” he mutters.

“Cliffnotes version,” Samael barks, climbing back into bed with items in his hands. “Longer conversation later. My fingers are typing as quickly as possible because I can smell the spike in her scent.”

“Always so observant,” Phenex murmurs against my skin. “The bite means you’re mine forever, little one. We can fight, you can decide you hate me, and we’ll have to figure it out because you and I will always be tied together.”

“When you put it like that, I’m kind of jealous,” Samael mutters, his fingers continuing to type. There’s two other phones next to him, and I realize it’s Phenex’s and mine.

I guess he’s working in one fell swoop to get messages out. Tossing one to the side, he picks up Phenex’s phone, opens it by sticking it in front of the other male’s face, and gets to work.

“I shouldn’t have bitten you when you didn’t know what it meant,” Phenex continues. “On the other hand, while I feel bad, I don’t regret it. I like knowing that you’re mine forever.”

“ I kind of like that too ,” I think to myself.

“Good I’m glad,” he says, making me flinch. “What?”

“I didn’t…say that out loud,” I whisper. “What the fuck?”

“That was fast,” Samael murmurs. “The bond between an omega and her alpha can manifest in mind reading.”

“Wow,” I say, craning my head back to gaze into Phenex’s gorgeous eyes. “Does it only work when we’re in the same room?”

A cramp begins to make itself known, making me wince, and Samael calmly reaches for something on the ground. It’s a refillable water bottle.

“Take a sip of this, please,” he says, pushing the straw between my lips. Sucking on the straw, I swallow down the cool liquid.

He was busy, and somehow managed to round up all of our devices and grabbed me ice water. Samael is fucking incredible.

“It’s different for everyone,” Phenex says. I can feel as his knot slowly begins to soften, and my cunt clenches as if in an effort to hold onto it. “Fuck, Lorelei. Type faster, Samael.”

Tossing Phenex’s phone, he picks up mine, glaring when it opens instantly.

“We’re going to talk about installing a passcode on your phone,” Samael says, opening my email. “I’m going to blind copy everyone, and say that you’re deathly ill. It’s only a little white lie.”

Grunting in discomfort, I wince as my cramps begin to ramp up again.

“Okay,” I rasp. “Talk faster, Phenex. Ah, can you text Hailee at the club, please, Samael?”

The two of them nod, working in tandem together.

“Basically, as alphas, it’s our job to adore you and take care of you. Omegas are so scarce, I thought they no longer existed,” Phenex says quickly as Samael works. “I’m doing a bad job of explaining this because I know you’re in pain. Sometimes, when you’re upset, Samael or I will purr. That’s because we want to make you feel better, and it makes you feel safe. The reason you have our clothes all over our bed is because it makes you feel closer to us. Your instincts were riding you hard to set up what’s called a nest. It’s also why you made one in your closet because it was a tighter space where no one could surprise you.”

“We’re bound by scent, bite when it happens, and fate as scent matches,” Samael explains. “The bite means that we can tell when something is wrong or your emotions are high and vice versa. Being an omega is why you hate certain scents, things need to be a certain way, and Phenex and I knew how to give you those things.”

“And all monsters just know this? I’ve never heard of what an omega is,” I say.

“There was a plague about eight hundred years ago that began to kill omegas. They sickened and died over the next four hundred years, and they couldn’t stop it. The line ceased to exist. I know about it as a history teacher, and I’ve been focused on how it happened at all.”

“Or rather, obsessed,” Samael grunts, his fingers still moving. “I’m a little over a thousand years old. The history, the conversations surrounding it even though humans and monsters weren’t really accepted, I’ve heard it all. I stopped believing it was possible, though. Alecto, as you met, his wife was an omega.”

“We need to talk about him as well, Little One,” Phenex sighs. “We also need to discuss your other scent match that eludes us all.”

The rest of his knot slides out of me, and it doesn’t matter that he’s lazily thrusting his hips to fuck me, I want more.

“And time is up,” Samael says, sending the email and tossing it to the side. “He’s had you for long enough, I want you.”

Phenex kisses me until my eyes cross before pulling one of his dicks out of me. Scrambling onto my knees, I crawl to Samael, ready for him to make me see stars.

“She has high expectations of your dick,” Phenex says. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as he props himself up on the pillows, fisting his slick covered cock as he watches us. “Make it good.”

“Telling all my secrets, I see how it is,” I tease him before climbing into Samael’s lap. “But please, feel free to rock my world multiple times, Samael.”

Grinning, he lifts my hips to rock me over the crown of his shaft. His tail teases my clit while he sucks on my nipples, determined to do just that. A cramp makes me half gasp, half scream in pain before he’s pulling me down on his cock. Slick pours out of my cunt, preparing the way for him, and he chuckles in that way that males have.

He’s very pleased with himself. I have to say, I am too, because I can tell he plans to give me everything I need and more.

Good alpha.

ALECTO

All I can think about is the girl with the colorless blue eyes and curves for days that smells like she’s mine. I destroyed my apartment two nights ago, attempted to get drunk all day today, and now am standing outside of Phenex’s apartment building.

I’m pissed because I found out that she didn’t go to class today, and she also didn’t make her shift. In fact, she called out for the next three days as of yesterday because she said she was “sick.”

I think that’s a load of horseshit.

I spent a glorious three hours stone drunk until it wore off. I’m confused as to how there is an omega who is mine when mine died so long ago. Frankly, I’m terrified of what this all means, but I want to find out.

I enjoyed speaking with Lorelei, teasing her, before my feelings became murderous. My chest has been sore for the last two days, aching because I hurt someone who is supposed to be part of me.

My soul feels differently, reminding me that you’re only supposed to have one love of your life. Just one shot to make the best of things. Dahlia was only thirty-two years old when she died. Granted, that was a good life expectancy for that time period, but I wanted forever with her.

Gazing up at the building in front of me with my hands shoved in my pockets, I scowl at it. The reality is that as a over three thousand year old demon, I’d like to think that I’m more emotionally aware than how I acted with Lorelei. Samael didn’t stop me from grabbing her, which means he didn’t believe that I’d kill her.

Even if every molecule in my body begged me to.

Regrets are something I try not to have, which is another reason why I’m here. It’s true that it’s fucking up my grand plan to do the equivalent of tossing a toaster oven into my bath water, but even I’m not selfish enough to do that to Lorelei. As her scent match, I exist solely for her in this period in time.

It doesn’t matter if she has other scent matches, or if I’m easily jealous, or if she hasn’t scent matched with me because I mask mine.

My feet begin moving toward the main door of the building, intent on following the creature currently opening the door. After eight at night, you need a pass key to get into the building, and I’m not an exception.

“I’m sorry, do you live here?” a woman with long red hair asks. She’s a snake shifter, and one of them peeks out of her hair as if curious.

I’m a very likable demon. I get my way more often than not, my honeyed tone pulling people to see my side of things. I’m capable of excelling at anything I put my mind to, I simply need the accessibility to do it. An example of this is teaching both chemistry and business at the same time.

I pitched my idea to the school and they jumped at the opportunity to have me teach despite it never being done before. It’s as if good luck and charm had a baby together.

It’s why I thought it so interesting that my ability to charm didn’t work on Lorelei at all.

So tonight, I’m running my own type of experiment. When I cleaned myself up after my drunken stupor, I didn’t mask my scent. As we’re tied together for the entirety of her lifetime, I don’t want to hide from her.

Smiling at the woman, I incline my head. “I’m here to see Professor Gorsch,” I tell her. “I understand if you feel the need to slam the door in my face so I’ll be forced to call his apartment.”

There’s a key pad to the right of the door with the ability to call different apartments for visitors. It also would be incredibly rude for her to close the door on me since I’m standing right here.

I’m dressed down tonight, feeling as if a full suit may be overkill. So instead, I’m wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and a vintage dark green jacket. As a monster who has lived as long as I have, vintage could mean anything.

However, it’s well loved and soft, which is why I’m wearing it.

I’m highly aware of the shifter in front of me as she holds the door open with her back, her eyes moving over me slowly.

“I suppose I’ll let you in,” she purrs. Ugh, she’s not the one I want, but I smile at her anyway.

“Thank you,” I say. Passing through the door, I walk quickly across the lobby, ignoring the woman’s sharp heels as she walks behind me.

I looked up Gorsch’s apartment number today without a single care for his privacy. It doesn’t mean shit when it’s coming between Lorelei and I. My boots are silent along the marble before I turn toward his apartment. I no longer hear the shifter, and my tail swings from side to side impatiently. If she’s following me, I’m very likely to smack her with it.

Stopping at the apartment door, I turn my head toward the left, finding it empty. The female must have decided to mind her own damn business, which is the best decision for her continued health. Raising my fist, I bang on the door, unrelenting until Samael stumbles to open it, his pants unbuttoned and shirtless.

“Do you usually open the door like this—” that’s all I’m able to get out before Samael’s clawed fist punches me in the face.

Granted, I think I deserve more than that, but in the next breath, he’s grabbing my shirt and yanking me inside.

“What the fuck,” I hiss as he slams and locks the door. It’s then that I’m hit in the face with the scent of sex, slick, and cherries and cream.

There’s only one reason for this. I remember these days with Dahlia, and it was exhausting to keep up with her alone.

“She went into heat,” I whisper, eyes wide. “Is she okay?”

Her scream makes me flinch, and Samael’s tail wraps around my waist and yanks me back. Without realizing it, I’d already started walking toward the bedroom. Rubbing my face, I shake my head.

“Fuck, I had no right to do that. I have no idea why I’m even here,” I groan. “No, that’s a lie. I’ve had this fucking pain in my chest for the last two days.”

“She went into heat the night she met you,” Samael grunts. “We were doing fine, but we can’t keep up or give her what she wants. One of her scent matches is MIA, and that’s who she wants.”

“I wasn’t myself when I saw her at the lab,” I apologize. “Is this the same creature that you said broke into her dorm room?”

“Mmhmm,” Samael grunts, looking torn. “I don’t understand not wanting to seek her out if you knew she was yours. I know you have a different situation?—”

“Grief is a bitch,” I sigh. “My brand of it involves destroying my apartment in town and getting drunk. I may still slip up, but I won’t take it out on her again. I swear it.”

“Why are you here? As you heard, she’s not doing well. Her heat hasn’t broken outside of moments of clarity. When it first began happening, she was in pain but able to speak, but?—”

“Every heat is different,” I interrupt. “She missed work and I heard that she called out for several days, which doesn’t seem like her, so I came to investigate. In my experience, sometimes you’ll have a really good start and then it’ll devolve to grunts and crying for a knot. Others, it’ll be like that the entire time.”

“She’s begging for a bite too,” Samael sighs. “Phenex bit her without explaining what it meant. We were able to discuss it in a lull, but I’m having a hard time giving in without her consent.”

“An omega’s instincts are spot on, even in a blazing heat when she may not even know her name,” I say, shrugging. “If she wants it, you give it to her. End of story.”

“Mate, bite, please,” she whines from the bedroom, and my dick twitches with interest. I’ve been rock hard since I walked in here, there’s no way I couldn’t be with how good it smells here.

“Your scent is out and proud,” Samael mutters. “I guess you’ve made your decision. She already can tell you’re here. Go on in.”

His tail unwraps from my waist, and my footsteps eat up the distance between myself and the bedroom. Fuck, all I can smell is her.

The room is blanketed in darkness, though there’s a row of very dim lights along the baseboards. It’s almost nonexistent, but helps to see the ground as I walk.

“Lorelei,” I rasp, poking my head into the room. I refuse to walk into an omega’s nest without permission. Even in a heat. I won’t disrespect her wishes. “Can I come in?”

“Why?” she asks, her breaths raspy and quick. I can hear the wetness of her cunt as she bounces on Phenex’s cock, and the outline of her silhouette.

This is what she needs, so I refuse to be a jealous dickwad about this.

“Because you’re mine and I’m yours,” I state. “Seeing you, realizing that, threw me for a big fucking loop. Samael was right. I would much rather get to have time with you now than never allow myself the chance.”

“There’s a curse,” she gasps. Samael freezes next to me, and he nods rapidly for me to keep asking questions.

Fuck, this one is new. If she’s prophesying during her heat, she’s going to keep us on our toes. There’s no doubt about that.

“What’s the curse say?” I ask, swallowing hard.

“If I don’t find my scent matches by the time I turn twenty-one, I’ll die,” she whispers. “The fortune teller didn’t have the chance to tell me that I’ll sleep for a hundred years while the rest of the world marches on. As the last of my kind, I was never meant to exist, but my parents did something.”

“What did they do?” I ask, my skin pebbling with goosebumps. Her voice doesn’t even sound like it belongs to her, it’s robotic and ephemeral.

“They took the DNA from a lab and created me,” she says, and Phenex gasps.

Samael pulls open the curtains to find that she fainted against Phenex while riding his cock. His other dick is hanging out like it’s no big deal, slick dripping from it.

I guess that’s to be expected when your mate’s scent matches are all monsters.