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

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

PHENEX

I need to figure out what to make for dinner, but first I need to do some research about Lorelei’s roommates. There was so much information sent to me, I didn’t have time to read it. I vaguely remember seeing that she had been assigned to a co-ed building, but didn’t realize she was living with all male monsters.

I’m staring at this fact in black and white, and getting more worried about it by the second.

You cannot move her into your apartments.

The reminder is as much for my throbbing dicks as it is for me. The very air around me smells like cherries and cream mixed with my scent and Samael’s. Somehow, it works perfectly.

“Dammit,” I mutter, looking over the rooming assignment. I know Thorley Albu because he was in one of my classes a few years ago, and I remember he was a decent student. He seemed kind of mellow as well.

She’s also living with a professor in the music department who is as dramatic as they come. We’ve crossed paths over the years, and I find him ridiculous. Everything is the worst thing in the world in his eyes.

I’m somewhat unsurprised that he is in a creative position. Music makes more sense to him than people. I can only imagine the hell he must be making Lorelei’s life.

Her other roommate is Adares, and I have never had a class with him before. My class is required to graduate, but I’m not the only one who teaches it every semester. I also don’t know every student, but now I may need to make a point to run into him.

Lips pursed, I pull up some class schedules, noting that they’re also all upperclassmen and in graduate school. I‘m still having a hard time understanding how it was decided that this was a good placement for Lorelei unless there was simply nowhere else to put her.

I’m annoyed. I need to make a call without being too obvious about things. If she’s sleeping in her fucking closet, then Lorelei may not feel safe in her room. I mean, she said as much today.

Grumbling to myself, I pick up the phone and call the Dean of Student Housing.

“Hello, this is Therese. Can I help you?” she asks. I’m surprised she doesn’t have a secretary, but she’s a very take-charge person. She’d much rather handle things herself.

“Hi, this is Professor Gorsch in the history department,” I introduce myself. We’ve met before over the years, so no other explanation is necessary. “Is there a shortage of rooms in housing by chance?”

“Ugh, yes. One of the apartment buildings earmarked for teachers burned down over the summer if you’ll remember, and we have had difficulty with building permits,” she says. “It’s delayed the construction, which means there are teachers in student housing.”

“Ah, that explains a lot,” I commiserate, though I’m not at all happy with that. “Is that why there’s a female human in a room with three grown men? One of my new students mentioned it, and I thought that was very odd.”

“Wait, she’s what?” she asks. I can hear her fingers typing as she pulls up rosters. “What is her name?”

Since I doubt there’s more than one female human who’s been admitted this semester, I roll my eyes. They just may end up staying up there at one point since I’ve been rolling them so often.

“Lorelei Rose,” I reply. “She was accepted during the spring semester.”

“Oh, oh!” she says, the keys tapping furiously. “She shouldn’t have been placed there. While the building is co-ed, the top floors are heavily male oriented. Unfortunately, there’s really nowhere else to place her. We’re in a housing crisis.”

Yep, that about sums things up.

“That’s what I needed to know, thank you. I can’t imagine she’s comfortable there. Not because they’re monsters, but because they’re loud, raucous men,” I state. “As she doesn’t have parents to worry about her, I figured I’d make a call to see why she was placed there. She’s dealing with it fine for the record, I’m the concerned one.”

“No, no, I understand. If she had problems with the population of our school, she wouldn’t have been accepted,” Therese says. “This is an oversight on our part, and I’m hopeful that we’ll be able to get the teachers moved to the newly constructed apartments as soon as possible. I appreciate your call, as well as your concern for her.”

Glad I didn’t just make waves for Lorelei, I nod.

“Always good to speak with you, Therese. Thank you for taking my call. Have a good day,” I say, waiting for her to say goodbye before I hang up.

Standing, I decide to burn off some of this nervous energy. I don’t have time to hit the gym, but if I get the food ready and into the oven, I’ll be able to feel some sense of accomplishment. The truth is, I’m nervous. I have a tendency to piss Lorelei off because I’m pretty heavy handed.

I’m also not as sneaky about it as Samael is, the creepy fucker. Opening the photo he sent me of our girl sleeping, I smirk, admitting that I’m just as bad as he is. I just don’t have the same abilities as he does.

I wonder if he’d be willing to install video cameras in her apartment. That’s a conversation for when I’m alone with Samael to talk though. She wasn’t wrong to say that we often discuss things much the way women gossip, the difference is that all of our conversations are more likely to revolve around her now.

Putting my phone away, I head into the kitchen to preheat the oven and begin cooking. I want to make her something she’ll enjoy. If she’s been trying to avoid her roommates, it’s possible she’s been making things that are quick and easy to make.

Pulling out potatoes, I begin to slice them thinly, putting together a rosemary scalloped potato dish. Next, I make a chicken dish that will have crispy skin and tender meat. Sliding the last dish into the oven, I check the time and decide to take a shower. I’ll have just enough time to get ready and pull out the hot dishes when they arrive.

While I’m nervous, I know how to impress, even if I haven’t done this in years. Even then, it was for staff when we were working late or while entertaining a dean on the faculty. I haven’t been on a date in a very long time. I stopped when I decided I’d rather wait for my scent match, even if it meant never finding her.

My lips curl in satisfaction because I was right to wait. No one will ever measure up to her.

LORELEI

I’m walking back to Phenex’s apartment now, and it’s odd to do it alone. Samael and I exchanged numbers before I went into class, and he texted me as I was getting out that he had been delayed by a long winded teacher. I can only imagine him texting as he listened to this person, and I huff out a laugh under my breath.

My scent matches give very few fucks about other people’s feelings.

“Excuse me, may I ask what you’re doing here?” a woman with red skin, horns, and very high heels stands in front of me, her tail tapping the marble floor impatiently. She’s wearing a dress and appears to be on her way out. Unfortunately, if I had walked in a little later, she would have missed me.

“I was invited to dinner by a professor in this building,” I say carefully. I should have changed after class, and I’m feeling severely undressed while standing in front of her.

My dorm is on the other side of campus and I knew I wouldn’t have a chance to get back in time. So, a t-shirt, shorts, and combat boots it is.

“Are you certain of that?” she asks. “The professors here don’t have time for you to bother them, and they’re certainly not going to be interested in you whoring yourself out in exchange for a better grade.”

“It’s a good thing I do have an invitation and my grades aren’t an issue, isn’t it?” I ask. “Classes just started, I’m a wonderful student, and you are forcing your prejudicial beliefs on me when you don’t know anything about me.”

“Do we have a problem here?” Samael asks coldly from behind me.

Thank fuck.

“Just removing an interloping wayward student from the premises, sir,” the teacher explains.

The way she preens at him is gross. Damn, I need to tone down the need to scratch her face off right now.

A hand on my back helps me relax, and I’ve noticed that he feels warmer than he has before. Earlier today, his skin felt cold against mine.

“There’s no need for that because I was coming to find Miss Rose,” Samael says. “Dinner is ready and since she’s a new student, we wanted to give her a warm welcome. Are you done detaining her?”

“I, well. But why are you doing that?” the woman asks, confused.

I get the feeling that Phenex and Samael are both curmudgeons without the reputation for being philanthropic.

“I’m capable of altruistic behavior,” Samael purrs.

Fuck, he may as well have told me to bend over for him, that’s how much his voice affects me. His hand glides down to the small of my back somehow, sliding under the waistband of my shorts. Glancing over at him, I see both of his hands are stuffed in his pockets, and I’m confused by what is happening.

How is he still touching me?

“I never said you weren’t,” the professor says quickly, backtracking. “I simply caught her skulking around and was curious.”

“I don’t think I was skulking,” I mutter, annoyed. I was walking quickly because I’m unsure of my presence in the apartments, but her thought process is severely skewed.

“Your backpack makes you hunch over,” Samael grunts. “Give it here before you end up crooked forever.”

Deciding this isn’t a fight I want to have in front of a stranger, I take it off, handing it to him. He towers over me as he easily pulls it over one of his shoulders, somehow still managing to touch me.

“What is going on here?” the professor asks, her face scrunched in disgust.

“Valaria, a world in which I have to explain myself, doesn't exist,” Samael says. “Go on about your day.”

“It’s after six,” she complains. “Your behavior is inappropriate.”

“Revisit my previous statement for how much I care,” he says in a bored tone. “You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. If you aren’t careful, it’ll get bitten off.”

Samael flashes his fangs at her while she flinches, still scowling.

“You should take my advice and leave,” Valaria says, sniffing. “You have only yourself to blame for whatever comes after this.”

The sound of her heels along the ground are sharp as she walks away, her huff as she slams out of the building judgemental.

“I don’t know that this is such a good idea,” I sigh looking up at him.

Samael smirks as something wraps around my waist, and I gasp as I look down to find that it’s been his tail touching me this entire time.

“Don’t overthink this,” he says. “Valaria is a dried up old cunt and a killjoy.”

“Well, I could tell,” I mutter.

“Are you hungry?” he asks. “Phenex is an excellent cook I hear.”

“I’m starving. I’ve been eating at the oddest hours because I’m trying to avoid my roommates,” I admit, my feet trying to keep up with Samael’s as he walks.

“You live there, so why would you avoid them?” he asks.

“First it was my scent that I was worried about, but they also make me nervous,” I explain, shrugging. “Thorley seems to be nice. Adares has a hint of meanness to his words, so I never really know where I stand with him. I haven’t actually met the professor who lives in my dorm outside of his banging on the bathroom door while I’m showering. I’m trying not to be in the way but it’s inevitable.”

“Lorelei, you’re not in the way, you live there. They’re going to need to get used to you,” Samael grumbles.

“I think I was a surprise to them, so they’re trying to make the best of it,” I say. “The dorm space has never been as clean as it is now because I need things to be a certain way. There could be many factors.”

“Or you could be overhyping it a bit in your mind,” he mentions. “Now that you’ve figured out your scent, see what happens if you actually cook something or hang out on the couch. I don’t think you should need to hide away.”

While he’s right, I’m still not sure if I will. I feel so tiny around them. Not needing to worry that my scent is going to make things difficult will help a lot, though.

“Maybe,” I say noncommittally as he knocks on Phenex’s apartment door.

“That wasn’t very believable,” he says, chuckling under his breath.

His tail is still wrapped possessively around my waist, and Phenex appears amused when he sees it.

“Did anyone stop you on the way in?” he asks, swinging the door wide for us to pass through.

“Valaria,” I grunt, missing Samael’s tail as it unwinds from my waist.

“God, she’s such a fucking busybody,” Phenex says. “The woman isn’t tenure, has only been at the university for less than twenty-five years, and believes every student is out to sleep with their professor.”

“I mean, in my position, maybe I am,” I tease him as he shuts the door, ignoring the way his body falls into it.

“Is that so?” he growls, making me shiver as he turns the lock.

“Food first,” Samael says, smirking. “Our girl is hungry.”

“Good idea, I just pulled dinner out of the oven,” Phenex says, striding into the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” I ask, trailing after him.

“He won’t accept it,” Samael murmurs, watching as Phenex brings the platters to the table he set up off the living room.

“I like to make sure everything is set up right,” his friend says, frowning.

As someone whose entire day revolves around this, I understand it well.

“Understandable,” I murmur, moving forward as he pulls a chair out for me.

The demons sit after me, making sure to serve me before Phenex continues to fill his plate. Wow. I don’t think anyone has ever done anything so simple for me before. I sit in stunned silence as they chat, their sidelong glance after a moment galvanizing me to pick up my fork and begin eating.

Samael makes no effort to disguise the fact that he’s not eating, though he takes enjoyment from watching me. A small moan escapes me as I chew. The potatoes I just took a bite of are cheesy and crispy, and so fucking good.

“I was going for something hearty, but still delicious,” Phenex explains, a pleased look on his face. “Do you cook?”

“I know how,” I admit. “I usually don’t, though.”

“There’s more to that,” Samael drawls.

God, such a tattletale.

“And, I’m avoiding spending much time in my kitchen,” I add.

“I’d much rather you eat than scrounge for food,” Phenex says disapprovingly. “Come use mine.”

“I couldn’t do that,” I say. “It’s silly that I’m not using a perfectly good kitchen.”

“Silly or not, the fact remains that you’re not using it and you need to eat,” he says. “Use whatever you want.”

“I…what?” I ask. “You can’t just invite me to?—”

“Lorelei,” Phenex says, his forearms leaning on the table. Something I’m noticing is that while there are no personal items in his apartment, the furniture is all well made to withstand how large he is. “I can invite you to do whatever I want. I’m not very happy that you’re in a dorm filled with grown fucking monsters, but I’m dealing with it. If I didn’t think you’d freak out about it, I’d move your cute little ass in with me.”

“Me?” I squeak. I think my brain is melting. That can’t be right. “You don’t even know me!”

“Let’s remedy that,” he says. My eyes move over his comfortable outfit, so different from how I usually see him. His gray sweatpants and tank top show off all of his muscles, as well as the black tattoo on his bicep of a hand holding a single eye. There are chains at the base of it, and I can’t stop staring at it.

“Remedy?” I ask, having lost track of the conversation.

Samael’s lips ghost along the shell of my ear, and I can feel the way they’re curled into a smile.

“If you feed his ego anymore, they won’t be able to make the doorways wide enough for it,” he teases.

My cheeks are going to be sore from how hard I’m smiling. I have a feeling Samael isn’t wrong, and as my gaze meets the demon in question, his blue green eyes are as intense as always. There’s a difference now, though.

Where I’ve seen distaste there before, I can clearly see possession in them as well.

“I’ll find a way to fit,” Phenex says with a wicked grin, and now my mind goes straight to the gutter. My thighs squeeze together, desperate to hide what my cunt thinks of those words.

My scent matches continue to smile, and I curse in my head, knowing they can tell. Neither does anything about it, continuing to direct the conversation in another direction.

“Why did you apply to this university, Lorelei?” Phenex asks curiously.

Wincing, I put my fork down, knowing that I’m going to sound insane.

“My reasoning isn’t going to make any sense,” I tell him.

“It doesn’t have to if it led you to us,” he says seriously. “You’ve been to four schools in the past four semesters. That’s a lot of moving.”

“It is, and it’s hard to explain,” I say. Fuck, I’m not going to tell them about the fortune teller. That’s just too out there. “Someone once told me that I was going to find people who fit my every need and would be my scent match. I’d meet them by the time I turned twenty-one. If I didn’t, I’d die.”

“You’re keeping something from us,” Samael announces. “I can tell.”

“Fuck. Please don’t make fun of me. I went to a fair when I was eighteen,” I explain. “It was silly, but I wanted to celebrate and my day didn’t start off the best. Before I left, I stopped by to see a fortune teller. The things she said scared me. She seemed to see too much.”

“Fortune tellers get a bad rap, but some of them do have incredible abilities,” Samael says. “You live in a world where monsters, demons, and shifters exist, beautiful. Why would this be so far-fetched?”

“That is exactly the reasoning I gave myself when I forced myself to go inside,” I say. “She told me my body would change that day, and while I was driving to college, I had to pull off the road because I started experiencing really intense pain. My body was too hot.”

Phenex’s eyes are wide and concerned as he gazes at me. “How long did that last?” he asks.

“An hour at the most and then I was able to keep driving. What’s odd is that toward the end of the semester, I’ll get this feeling of foreboding and pain. Every nerve in my body insists that I need to move, change schools immediately,” I say. “As soon as I open my laptop to begin searching for another school and send off the proper forms, it eases. It’s what led me here.”

“Your body was making you look for us,” Phenex grunts. “I wonder if you’ll have any other scent matches.”

“Maybe? I don’t know, but I really expected you not to believe me,” I admit.

“I’m a walking lie detector,” Samael says. “I’ll always be able to tell. Every word rang true.”

“What else does your body do?” Phenex asks, staring really hard at me.

“That’s a loaded question, sir. Why don’t you ask the question you actually want to ask?” I demand.

That was pretty brazen of me, and also unfortunately laden with innuendo.

“Are you done eating?” Samael asks, interrupting the staring contest I’m having with Phenex.

“I am,” I murmur. The chicken was perfect. I’ve never been able to get mine to come out like that. For that reason alone, I could be tempted to eat more meals here.

“I’ll clear plates, go sit closer to Phenex,” Samael says, kissing my cheek as he picks up the plates in front of Phenex and I.

Holding his hand out to me, Phenex waits for me to take it while Samael walks to the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, taking his hand as I stand.

“Nothing, I just have a theory,” he says, pushing back his seat to pull me between his legs. My back rests against the table as I raise my brow, waiting. “Scent matches aren’t something that happen to everyone, and someone like you is extremely rare. One of the reasons that they exist is to help you get through something called a heat. It’s several days where you’ll experience some pain unless you have one of us to help you through it.”

“Help me how?” I breathe, focused completely on his words.

“Through sex. You’re going to crave it. Samael and I also have something called a knot that you’re going to want to feel relief,” he says.

“I feel like I’m getting a completely different sexual education class than the one I received at school,” I say, feeling a little overwhelmed.

I don’t know these guys, yet the reason my body has been looking for them is biological? There has to be more to this.

“It sounds strange, but I’ve heard it’s an intense experience,” he murmurs. “To be able to fulfill your every need is an honor, Lorelei. I’ve been waiting for you for a really long time. There’s no rush, but you‘re also very stubborn. I don’t want you to think you have to try to ride this out alone. You may feel like you need to rearrange things, feel hot, irritable, and a raging need to fuck.”

“So I’ll be neurotic and horny,” I say, groaning. “Why do you think that’ll happen?”

“That’s a history class for another day. I’m off the clock, baby,” he says, lifting me until I’m sitting on the edge of the table. “It’s just how you’re made. Promise me you’ll call one of us. Don’t tell me that you don’t have my number, I’ll give it to you before you leave. Now, I’ve been dreaming about these lips all damn day.”

His fingers slide into my hair, directing my face to tilt up to accept his kiss. I’ve been wondering if this dinner would lead to this, and I can’t say that I’m disappointed. Instead, I moan softly, and I find him laying me back on the table as he continues to destroy my panties. They’re done for.

I don’t bother to worry if there’s anything behind me, I’m completely focused on Phenex as he raises up slightly from the chair to cover my body. His hand ghosts my body even as his tongue pushes its way into my mouth, and I suck on it hard. He tastes like my favorite fruit, his groan making me shiver as I whine.

“Fuck yes. I’m gonna need all your little sounds, Lorelei,” he murmurs, his nose grazing against mine before he kisses me again. We’re trading gasping breaths together, only breathing when the other comes up for air.

His hand covers my breast, squeezing, massaging, and pulling my nipple until I whine like my life depends on it.

“Fuck,” Samael mutters, and then I feel the temperature become a little cooler.

Phenex pushes my shirt and bra up, his mouth moving to suck on my breast. There’s not a hint of lotion here, and I thank God for it because I couldn’t bear for him to stop. Something hard begins to push inside of my pussy against the muscles that are clenching and my eyes close at the foreign invasion before it recedes slightly. Over and over it happens, pushing me right to the edge of my orgasm.

“What is that?” I whimper, writhing.

Phenex looking up, still sucking and torturing my nipple, his eyes glancing around the room.

“I think Samael is proving he has some tricks up his sleeve,” he says cryptically, his hands moving to unsnap my shorts. “These need to come off, okay?”

I desperately want that and nod, forgetting my ugly, thick panties. He doesn’t seem to care, his fingers clenching around the four layers of fabric and pulling it off my body, tossing it away before returning to my breasts. While his mouth is working on one, his fingers are kneading and torturing the other.

“Oh,” I whimper, feeling something wet run up the center of my arousal. A mouth that can only be Samael’s licks and eats out my pussy, paying special attention to my clit.

Together they’re working me over in perfect tandem, my fingers pulling on Phenex’s wild curls while I grind against an invisible mouth. I don’t know how Samael is doing this but…

“I’m going to come,” I gasp. “Please, oh, fuck.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” Phenex says, smirking as I tug him up to kiss me. “Maybe we should fill it with something.”

That paired with the filthy kiss makes me shudder as I find my release. Something that resembles fingers push inside my cunt, helping me to ride out my orgasm and its aftershocks.

“That’s our good fucking girl,” Phenex murmurs against my lips. “How do you feel?”

“Good, sleepy, and confused,” I mumble. Samael appears next to me, his bottom half of his face shiny with my slick. “Well that explains that.”

Chuckling, he kisses me as Phenex moves slightly, pulling off my boots.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Taking you into the shower to clean you up so I can make you scream,” he says. “All I use is unscented products. Do you need anything else?”

“Ah, no. How do you know… I take it back, I don’t want to know,” I say as Phenex picks me up.

“I’ll clean up the kitchen,” Samael says with a chuckle. “Don’t scare her, Phenex.”

“I’ll keep my boxers on,” he says in response, walking as he kisses me. “I need to wash all this shit off your beautiful skin. No more of this lotion, please.”

My lips twitch because I didn’t put it on with him in mind at all.

“Boxers?” I ask as he strides into the bathroom, carefully setting me down on a mat. Glancing down to find the origin of the heat I feel, I find it’s the mat that’s heated. Oh, that’s nice.

“Mmhmm,” he says. “I am not taking these off unless it’s to be knot deep inside of you. You’re not ready to see my dicks.”

Two? Multiple? Ah, what?

“Your face says so much,” he says, smirking. “Before your brain explodes, there are two. Raise your arms, beautiful.”

On autopilot, I do as he says, his fingers are nimbly unsnapping my bra until I’m naked in front of him.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” he murmurs, pulling his shirt off before moving to turn on the water in the shower.

My arm bands over my breasts, feeling a little self conscious. It’s silly, honestly. I have marks on them from his mouth and teeth. I can also feel the way he felt on my body. I shouldn’t feel like this.

“Feeling shy?” he asks, noticing. He’s at my side again in a single step, kissing me hard as he pushes his sweatpants down his legs. His feet are bare, adding to the domestic presence he has going on right now.

At my slight nod, he smiles at me.

“That’s okay,” he purrs. “I think you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. I had to make myself come before you got here, baby. We’re going to take our time. Well, as much as we can before you make me lose my damn mind because I’m an obsessive demon. Can I wash your hair?”

Blinking at the quickly changing conversation, I find myself nodding, despite having a specific hair routine. Phenex helps me into the shower, following me in while wearing his boxers. The rainfall shower quickly turns them into a second skin, and my eyes widen at the double erection he’s sporting.

“My eyes are up here, Lorelei,” he growls. Pulling my gaze up to meet his, he grins as he picks up some body wash and begins to lather it in his hands. “You’re enough to tempt an angel to jump from heaven, baby. Help me keep it together, and let’s wash you off so I can soak my face in your sweet slick.”

My mouth drops open as his hands move over me, and I can feel my slick sliding down my leg. Fuck me, he’s not the only one going to have a hard time keeping it together. I can’t ask him to fuck me, no matter how much my greedy pussy is telling me it’ll be a walk in the park.

No, ma’am. He may break us!