Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
PHENEX
W ashing off the descenting lotion makes her scent hit me in the face like a Mac truck. Growling, I drop to my knees in front of her and palm the globes of her ass with my hands. They’re the perfect size, and I use my grasp to lift her onto my shoulders. Her answering squeal makes me grin, because we can’t let Samael have all of the fun of terrorizing her.
Turning slightly, I lean her back against the cool tile of the shower to help her feel more comfortable. I would never let her fall, but she doesn’t know that yet. My nose drags along her soft skin, nuzzling against her pussy. Accidentally, I graze her clit, making her whimper. She’s so fucking responsive.
“Please don’t tease,” she begs, as I continue to tease her.
“Why not? Tell me what you need? I want to hear it, Lorelei,” I growl, kissing her clit as her hips jerk forward.
“Hear? What?” she gasps as I give her light kisses over her sweet pussy. Her slick is heady and sweet, and I expect the very air to smell like cherries soon.
“Tell…me…about how…you want me to eat your sweet cunt out, Lorelei,” I say, punctuating every other word with a lick, kiss, or graze of my fangs along her sensitive flesh.
Her helpless moan makes my dicks thicken with need, but I ignore them. This is about her, not me.
“I need your tongue on my…”
“Cunt,” I bark succinctly. There’s no power in it today, I lost myself when I forced her to do as I bid in my classroom. There’s got to be a damn good reason for me to use it, and this is not it. “Say it.”
“Oh, Phenex, right there,” she whimpers as I continue to tease her.
“You know how to get your way, Baby Girl. Come on,” I urge. I fucking love the sound of my name on her lips. No more Professor Gorsch when I know what her slick tastes like.
All she needs to do is tell me…
“Please eat my cunt until I come all over your face,” she whines, and with that I’m let off my leash.
My finger pushes into her entrance, feeling how tight she is as I begin to eat her out as if my life depends on it. Lorelei’s fingers find my hair to hold onto as she grinds on my face. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care. I can survive or die with a face covered in her slick. Either way, I’m happy.
Her sounds draw Samael into the room. I know before he appears because of the shift in the air, and then he’s perched on the edge of the tub, stroking his cock. The demon is butt naked, but completely silent. Lorelei’s completely fixated on me, her eyes partially closed. The closer she gets, the farther back her head drops until she’s mindlessly grinding and rocking her hips on my face.
I fucking love how lost to her pleasure she is.
Removing my finger, I suck it clean before shoving my tongue as far into her cunt as I can. Her shocked gasp is exactly what I wanted, my thumb replacing my tongue on her clit. Her thighs are shaking, her feet digging into my back as she forces me to continue to eat her pussy, as if I would ever leave her high and dry.
Such rubbish. I want her screams to echo rent free in my mind to remind me of these moments. Her skin is deliciously flushed, and I can feel the exact moment she detonates. Samael follows her with an almost silent grunt, his cum exploding across the shower and down the drain.
Holding Lorelei tightly to my mouth, I wring every last drop of her slick out of her.
“Holy crap,” she gasps as I look up proudly at her, knowing she’s probably not going to be able to stand.
Samael disappears as I pull her into my arms, scooting back so I can wash her hair.
“Do you condition or shampoo first?” I mumble against her temple as she drapes herself over my lap bonelessly.
“Condition today,” she rasps.
Not bothering to question it, I make sure I’m not in the spray of the water as I work, pretty sure she’s asleep on my chest. It’s when she begins to lightly snore that I chuckle. She’s sleeping here tonight. My bed is even large enough to accommodate Samael, who won’t want to leave if she’s staying here.
He’ll make sure to get her things from the apartment in the morning. She deserves a night of peace.
LORELEI
I’m so warm, and the bed is vibrating. Wait, what? It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s almost an inhale and then a growl.
My lashes twitch along my cheeks as I struggle between the decision to let it ride or wake up. Deciding the warmth is safe and nice, I let myself be lulled back to sleep for a while.
The next time I pull myself from sleep, I’m alone in a bed I don’t recognize, the smell of bacon in the air. Someone who kidnapped me wouldn’t be making something that smells so delicious, right?
Yawning, I blink slowly as I inhale deeply. The scents of peaches and fresh rain on the sheets help me remember where I am, and I relax slowly.
“Did you forget where you were?” Samael asks, now two feet in front of my face.
My lips round into an ‘oh’ that’s a cross between panic and surprise, before I nod vigorously.
“Shit, and I managed to scare you,” he says, making a face as he tosses something onto the bed and slides in with me. “I went to your dorm room to get you clothes. This way you don’t have to go back to change.”
“Not having to do the walk of shame is appreciated,” I sass, enjoying when he hauls me across his body to lay on him.
He’s wearing a pair of sweatpants and a light blue shirt that makes me want to stay in bed with him all day.
“No shame here, Baby Girl. Say the word, and I’ll make you mine forever,” he whispers along my skin. Shivering, I find myself wanting that, despite the fact that it’s too soon.
My life has been lived from moment to moment of survival for a long damn time, trying to appease some invisible need to find my scent matches. This is it, right? I’ve found them, I should be safe from the ominous shroud of danger I’ve been living with.
Something deep inside of me clenches, making me wince. Ugh, if my instincts could explain themselves to me, that would be really nice.
Samael plays with my now dry curls, and I sigh.
“I look like a poodle, don’t I?” I ask. “I don’t usually fall asleep with wet hair.”
“It’s poofy, but I also found some of your hair products too. Hopefully one of them does the trick to tame it a little. Not too much, I love it wild,” he says.
I’m wearing someone’s shirt, and I think it’s probably Phenex’s. I have this irrational urge to steal it so I can sleep in it tonight.
“Your thoughts are loud, baby,” he murmurs. “What are you thinking about?”
“This shirt,” I say honestly. “I want to take it with me to sleep in.”
“If you take his, I want you to take this one too,” he says immediately. “It’s only fair.”
“Just like that?” I ask, gazing up at him. His skin is beautiful, his eyes appearing as if they’re staring into my soul. For all I know, he is.
“Of course,” he says. “Whatever you want that we can give you is yours. Even if you don’t want to accept it.”
“They’re my favorite pair of boots,” I remind him. They’re also my only pair. I won't tell him that, though.
“Mmhmm,” he says. “I’ll find a way, Lorelei. Now, let’s get up, lazy bones. Otherwise, you’ll be late.”
Carefully rolling off him, I find the alarm clock on the nightstand. It’s eight in the morning.
“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever slept in this long,” I admit, standing.
“You don’t need to be up before the sun,” he grumbles.
Standing, I don’t answer as he gets up and lifts me up and over his shoulder. Releasing a frightened half scream, I hold tightly onto his shirt, scared to wiggle at all.
“Samael!” I hiss. “I can walk!”
“This is so much better, though. Your fear tasted so fucking good too,” he purrs. “The perfect morning snack to top me off.”
“Well who else are you feeding off of?” I ask, feeling irrationally jealous as he walks. This is a ridiculous response, but I can’t help it.
“Are you jealous?” he asks, lifting me up. My fingers claw in a desperate attempt to keep the world from moving as quickly as it is.
“Ugh, Samael,” I groan. “Spinning rooms are bad.”
“I’m sorry,” he says repentantly, sitting down to pull me onto his lap. There’s a platter of bacon and eggs in front of us, and Phenex walks out of the kitchen with some crispy breakfast potatoes.
Damn, they’re seriously going to spoil me.
“Did I hear someone was jealous about something?” he asks as my cheeks burn.
“Nope,” I say, picking up a piece of bacon to put it in my mouth.
“Liar, liar, no panties on fire,” Samael teases, making me smirk in amusement.
“It’s really dumb,” I mumble, chewing. “You said I was a snack of fear, and then I got really angry and jealous. You can find your meals wherever you want.”
“That’s an interesting take,” Phenex says, plating some breakfast onto his dish. “Samael, I meant to ask. You last fed what, an entire day ago? Are you hungry?”
“Ah, no I’m not,” he says. “Even the small bits of fear I’ve absorbed to keep everyone away from Lorelei haven’t been necessary.”
“What does that mean?” I ask, my eyes pogoing between them as I search for where they’re going with this.
“I think it means that I haven’t needed as much fuel when I feed off you,” he says. “I’ve never heard that to be possible for a fear demon like myself. I keep myself at a stable level until I’m in a place where I’m going to stuff myself with the energy from fear responses. Like a haunted house attraction, a fright night, or I stumble on a murder scene as it’s happening.”
Trying not to focus on the last part, I take another bite of bacon. It’s crispy, salty perfection.
“So you could technically be able to survive on my fear?” I ask.
Fuck, do I even want that? As his violet eyes meet mine, hungry and intense, I find that I do.
“Oh yeah, I think I definitely could,” he rumbles. “Think very carefully about that, because I think your brand of fear may be addictive. It reminds me of light bubbles, and is still so fucking filling. I definitely could survive on a steady diet of your fear and slick, Lorelei.”
Swaying, I lean against him as he holds me tightly.
“Eat, and if you’re still dizzy I think you should take the day off,” he says worriedly.
“I think I’ll be okay,” I rasp. I feel incredibly strange, and Samael scoops up some eggs and potatoes onto the plate in front of us. A plate he specifically put there so he could hold me in his lap.
“I’ll decide that. Open,” he growls, lifting a forkful of potatoes to my lips.
Phenex merely smirks as he drinks his coffee. Noticing where my gaze is as I accept Samael’s offering, his eyes widen.
“Fuck, your coffee! I forgot it in the kitchen. Cream and sugar?” he asks, standing quickly.
I should remind him that my legs aren’t broken and I can get up to get it, but I’m too comfortable where I am. Instead, I nod, watching as his long strides eat up the distance to the kitchen.
“It’s nice to be pampered, isn’t it?” Samael asks, his lips against the shell of my ear. I can feel how smug he is through his words, and I can’t hide my smile as I chew.
“Maybe it is,” I say, once I’ve swallowed. “I’m going to enjoy it.”
“Signing up for an eternity with us is a weird flex, but alright,” he teases, enjoying my startled expression. “We don’t plan to stop taking care of you anytime soon, so you’d better enjoy it.”
Phenex returns with my coffee, and as I take a sip, I find it’s perfect. Moaning, I thank every tiny, creepy little cherub in heaven for this beautiful cup of coffee.
God, I’m so glad they can’t read my mind, or that would be really embarrassing.
Getting ready is one of the most relaxing experiences I’ve ever had. By the time I walk out the door with Phenex and Samael by my side, I am more than ready for the day. They even made sure I was properly covered by the descenting spray after they both kissed me goodbye.
We ignore any stares as we walk through the busy lobby and out into the world, each taking a different route to start our day. Damn, I could really get used to this.